#though the chances of it actually happening at this point are slim

[posletsvet]

My thoughts keep circling back to some similarities I spotted a while back between the Hasaba twins and Nobara. There's a handful of them, really, from what I can gather -- even if we exclude the fact that both the twins and Nobara originally come from the countryside, which would be the most obvious coincidence.

Take, for instance, Nanako and Nobara's matching personalities: they both are outspoken, confident, brash and boisterous, with somewhat an air of a typical school bully around them. At first those traits might come off as off-putting and offensive, but when you delve deeper it becomes more apparent that such abrasive attitude might just serve as a defense mechanism of sorts and what it really shows is that these girls were taught, for better or worse, how to stand up for themselves.

Then there are curious similarities between their innate techniques. Techniques of all three of them require usage of inanimate objects, and in both Mimiko and Nobara's cases it's an effigy of the target, a voodoo doll -- whether stuffed one or made of straw. Their techniques also allow them to manipulate targets from afar.

Nobara also shows unusually high tolerance of pain, and it's something that keeps bothering me. And though we know that she was trained to be a sorcerer by her grandmother, and being a sorcerer involves adopting a certain mindset, that's not something one can simply order oneself to get used to.

One other thing that doesn't seem to escape my mind is how Nobara was only ever drawn to outsiders back in her childhood, and then proceeded to look up to Maki, finding it in particular admirable how she withstands the oppression of her own family. I guess it's also worth mentioning how Nobara doesn't believe people are excused just by the circumstances they grew up in. Again, I don't think that's an attitude one can afford without facing those hardships oneself.

So what if all the similarities really stem from the background they, Nobara and the twins, come from? I doubt that being a jujutsu sorcerer in a small, enclosed society such as found in a village in the middle of nowhere is a pleasant experience. People get nosy. They also get intolerant towards something they're not prepared to include in their tiny circle. We've already seen how an outsider unwilling to assimilate, Saori, was ostracized and driven out -- and she was just a city girl. We've also seen what being a sorcerer in an environment full of narrow-minded superstition costs.

How much bias and bigotry might Nobara face? Isn't it why she jumped at the first given opportunity to leave for the city? Why she only ever made friends with newcomers to the village? Why she considered all locals to be at least at some degree insane?

I don't know where I'm going with all this, really. If anything, it serves as yet another example of how the conservative mentality of those in charge of jujutsu society harms its sorcerers. Where both sides could've benefited from cooperation, non-sorcerers are left to ignorance and the misplaced antagonism towards sorcerers which that ignorance enables. I wonder if current, somewhat anachronistic, suspicion and superstition that still lingers with some parts of non-sorcerer population are fossilized remnants of the awareness their ancestors once possessed. What was it like to be a non-jujutsu user in the Golden Era of sorcery? Was it chaos and fear of that time which created an unbridgeable rift between sorcerers and non-sorcerers? I wonder what repercussions the current situation would have for the relationship between the two. Would it be history simply repeating itself, or is there an opportunity for real, substantial change, now that the system upheld by outdated tradition is utterly destroyed? Where are we heading with the story now?

[stnexus]

(not so) lyrical genius…!

band members au

NSFW, R RATED, MINORS DNI, 18+

yuki tsukumo x black!fem!reader x choso kamo

summary: every artist faces writers block at some point, but you and yuki are there to ensure choso gets just enough inspiration.

cw: nsfw, smut, 18+, use of pet names, poly!couple, established relationship, explicit language, threesome, (1) creampie, oral (m + f receiving), fingering, blowjob, swallowing partner’s release, light dom!yuki, little bit of switch!reader, sub!choso, face riding, cowgirl, praise, good deal of kissing in here

names used(?): baby boy, baby, pretty girl, ma’am, mommy (like twice), pretty boy, good boy

wc. 4.4K+

tags + note: @chososluv @shemaycry @uc1wa when i say it’s actually comical that i got writer’s block while writing a story about writer’s block. something like that would only happen to me i swear. but ahhh band mates choso and yuki, i hope you all enjoy! comments, reblogs, and tags are always welcomed.

a guitar amp sat on the hardwood flooring near the end of the bed. black cords and cables decorated the floor and trailed upwards onto the bed. mindless riffs and melodies were pushed through the amp, sounding around the occupied room. yuki’s fingers lightly strummed over the guitar strings as her blonde hair framed her face, her bangs slightly covering her eyes as she peered down at her guitar.

“this is useless,” choso huffed from the upper part of the bed, interrupting yuki’s actions as the sounds emitted from the amp halted. his legs were stretched out as his sock-covered feet almost grazed yuki’s criss-crossed legs. in his sudden little outburst, choso dropped a notebook and pencil onto the black-silk bed sheets, right between yourself and him. your two barbie ponytails swayed a bit as you looked between your two lovers, peering over your phone.

“there’s gotta be something, cho,” yuki almost groaned. the three rings on her right hand sending out a ‘ping!’ sound around the room as she accidentally tapped the neck of her guitar. “you don’t usually get so…” yuki seemed to search for her words.

“stuck. i feel fucking stuck,” choso interjected, finishing yuki’s sentence. another stress-filled huff flowing past his lips as his fingers pinched at his nose bridge. the solid black tattoo that adorned it was manipulated by his actions.

“well, i don’t think beating yourself up about it is going to help.” you joined the conversation, dropping your phone into your lap. reaching over to run a hand through choso’s hair, loose from the confines of his usual two high ponytails, your nails running over his scalp. “when’s the next gig?”

“in three weeks,” yuki announced, fiddling with the tuning pegs on her guitar. “the band has got everything done. but we’re lacking in the lyrics department, as we can see,” yuki tried to joke with a little smile. though the joke seemed to push choso further into despair as he groaned and leaned into your touch.

“at least you’ve got time.” you tried to be positive as well, letting your hand slip from choso’s hair when he began to move away.

“that’s the thing; we had two months.” his already deep voice deepened a bit more as he spoke. rubbing a hand over his face quickly.

being in a relationship with two artists almost felt unreal at times. but as you all sat in bed, pajamas on, and somewhat relaxed — the moment was as real as ever. it had been almost two hours that you all sat, choso trying to write lyrics onto the notepad he had just recently thrown aside.

complaints about how time was running out were thrown around between the two at random times. the two members of a completely independent band were left stumped. yuki was just unsure of how to help her boyfriend at the moment. knowing they had the idea of producing a new single before their next show, the chances of that idea taking place were becoming slim.

setting her guitar on the bed, right below choso’s feet, yuki wrapped a hand around one of your ankles to grab your attention. rubbing at your soft brown skin with a soft — almost apologetic — smile for choso’s down in the dumps attitude.

“baby boy, it’s just writer's block. how do you usually deal with it?” yuki questioned, still sending a soothing touch over your ankle.

if choso could throw a full-on tantrum, you doubt he would hold back. his brain seemed to taunt him with a lack of creativity, blanking out completely when his notebook was in front of him. the lack of inspiration boiled into frustration, and that, in turn, pissed him off even more.

“it’s been a minute since i’ve had a block this bad,” choso confessed. watching as yuki tugged at you, beckoning you towards her for a gentle kiss. his eyes trailed over the matching pajama sets you both wore. a plaid black and red pattern decorating the bottoms and a simple black fitted baby-doll tee complementing you both beautifully. 

in the quick moment, his constant feelings of luck set in. he always felt lucky to have you two, and he knew that would never change. he was simply weak for the both of you; hell, sometimes he could rarely fathom that you two interacted with him.

“is there something missing?” yuki questioned as she pulled away from your lips, dragging you into her lap. facing choso. her hand resting on your thigh as you placed your head against her shoulder. the sensation of her cool rings could be felt slightly through your pants. “we need to know where your head is in order to help.”

“we’re not mind readers ya’ know…” you jokingly poked fun at your other partner. inhaling yuki’s scent as it surrounds you. feeling choso eye the two of you for a moment, he searched his mind for the right words. a small frown playing at his lips but his eyes were a bit hooded as they flickered over both you and yuki. a look that your girlfriend did not miss when it took place.

“inspiration. i’m lacking inspiration right now,” choso admitted while sighing. dropping his hands to smooth over his heather-gray sweatpants, his fingers brushing over the hem of his white baggy tee in the process.

“that should be easy to fix, right?” you attempted to help again. “i mean, cho, i’ve seen you take inspiration from the smallest of things.”

“she’s right, ya’ know.” yuki agreed as her fingers played at the end of one of your ponytails. with a slightly raised brow, she tilted her head to the side, taking in the man before you two. his frustration had begun to teeter along the edges of something else and she knew just what it was. 

“i don’t know where to even start,” choso confessed once again. mind drawing a blank for what seemed like the thousandth time. though, that left him clear to take on another range of emotions with the way he started to grow a bit warm with you two in front of him. 

“you can find inspiration in anything— i mean not to judge, but have you heard some of the songs these other bands are making?” yuki said, a small laugh leaving her lips in her slight show of cockiness. but they died down as an idea flickered through her mind. if a cartoonish light bulb could appear over her head, it would shine as brightly as it possibly could. especially when her lips dropped to your ear, whispering words that choso couldn’t hear.

it was evident that the words made you a bit flustered as you let out a giggle, squeezing at yuki’s arm lightly. until a hum of agreement was pushed from you during her low-spoken words.

“you’re right. but that still leaves me with nothing.” choso nodded. brows furrowing a bit as he watches you two converse. yuki planting a kiss on your cheek as you let out a hum in place of a reply. 

“well you’ve gotta start somewhere. what vibe are you going for?” you spoke up, feeling your girlfriend’s hand gently move from your thigh to your waist. tucking underneath your shirt to soothe you a bit, just as she had done earlier. though this time, a small hiss left your lips when her cool rings kissed at your warmed skin. “your rings…they’re cold.” you laughed a bit at the sensation.

“oh, i’m sorry, baby.” yuki apologized but her hand stayed exactly where it was. 

“something…sensual…maybe?” choso spoke like he was questioning you two instead. “we have a number of upbeat songs. we need something…different.”

“look at it this way,” yuki started with choso again, “our biggest inspiration is right in our faces at this moment.”

a look of confusion overtook the man for just a moment as he let out an inquisitive hum. though he watched as yuki’s gaze flickered from his face to your own in a sort of silent reply. though her words caught up to her soon after.

“our pretty girl,” yuki said in a sure tone. “i mean look at her; she’s gotta be the best inspiration—”

“both of you are. you are both part of my inspiration.” choso rushed out. watching as yuki’s hand trailed a bit further into your shirt. no doubt — her fingers grabbing at you from what he could see.

“mmm, you want us to give you a little more inspiration? huh, cho?” yuki questioned as she locked eyes with him. nimble fingers grabbing at one of your nipples as a gasp was pushed from your lips.

“y—yes,” the man stuttered out a bit flustered.

“yes, what?” yuki demanded as she planted a kiss on your neck, her eyes never letting up on choso. 

“yes ma’am,” choso corrected himself, a slight blush of pink presenting itself along his cheeks. to which yuki gained a lazy smirk before speaking.

“why don’t you go give our pretty boy a kiss, sweetheart?” yuki persuaded you as she pulled her hand from beneath your shirt. helping you off of her lap, yuki watched as you maneuvered yourself over to choso. his arm wrapping around you as he pulls you sideways into his lap. wasting no time in pushing his lips up against yours.

the kiss was heated, full of hunger on choso’s end. as if he had been waiting to get close enough to one of you. your pace mirrored his own in an attempt to bring balance.

“softer.” yuki ordered as she stood from the bed, tucking her guitar and amp away into a corner of the room. grabbing a hair tie from somewhere in the room to tie her hair into a ponytail — her bangs still hanging freely. then pulled her rings off one by one, setting them down somewhere she knew she’d be able to find them later.

on her cue, choso slowed his movements. there was no room for being indifferent today. he knew the best way to get anything he wanted was to comply. so his lips were soft against your glossed ones; the flavor of your lipgloss danced across his tongue. small moans of want meeting between the two of you.

“that’s it, good boy,” yuki cooed as she knelt onto the bed. pushing herself into the bit of open space between you two as she placed a kiss on your cheek, then choso’s cheek. ultimately ending with the three of you kissing at once. a mixture of sounds flooding the room. 

your eyes closed as you felt choso’s hand snake up your torso, palming at your clothed tits. pinching at your pert nipples through your shirt at random. the kiss glided into just him and yuki as you worked to pull your shirt off, welcoming the air around the room to cool your warm body. hardening your brown nipples even more.

“fuck…” choso stated almost breathlessly as he and yuki separated, his eyes landing on you. which only earned a laugh from yuki as she tugged her own shirt off.

“we are about to fuck, choso.” she jokes sarcastically. letting the woman’s joke enter one ear and go through the other, his heavy hands grabbed at you. furthering the actions he had begun earlier, tweaking and pulling at your nipples at random. soon lowering his head to wrap his lips around one. groaning around you as yuki came into view, allowing him to grab at her with his free hand. her pert — almost pinkish colored — nipples being manipulated by his movements.

with her legs tucked below her, yuki pushed herself forward to reach for the waistband of your pajama pants. tucking her hand below the material as her fingers pushed against your panties. the fabric pressed into you underneath her fingers as a wet spot had begun to form. an almost whimper was pushed from your lips at the feeling of both of them.

“that feels good, yuki,” you assured as her fingers worked over your clothed clit in slow and light circles. the way your hips move and chased after yuki’s touch was enough to keep choso pliant as he removed his mouth from you. his cock hardening even more with each movement you made.

“i bet it does,” yuki almost whispered next to your ear. her fingers pushed your panties aside, two fingers swiping at the wetness between your legs. dragging her fingers heavily from your hole to rub at your clit momentarily. the little bud throbbing under her fingertips.

only a whine of disapproval left your lips as she pulled her hand from below your waistband. fingers glistening under the warm light of the bedroom.

“hush, shouldn’t we give choso a taste? we are trying to be inspirational, right, honey?” yuki asked, while your hips continued to grind over choso. in search of his hardness to help the ache that began to grow between your legs.

“yes, mommy.” you complied fully. watching as she pressed her soaked fingers against choso’s lips, and allowed him to wrap his lips around them. a grumble of delight muffled around them as he worked his tongue over her fingers. moving his hips so you could push up against him.

“ ‘taste so good, baby.” choso compliments as he looks at you as yuki slips her fingers out from between his lips. a mewl of thank you brushing past your lips in gratitude for the words and the help he provided you with.

as you felt your clit bump against choso repeatedly, yuki took her time ridding herself of her pajama pants. her black hipster-cut panties being the only things left when she got herself back onto the bed. moving to kiss as choso’s neck. allowing you time to do just as she did and remove your bottoms. 

“would you look at that,” yuki giggled just a bit. “she’s so wet, she left a wet spot…through her pants.”

the mere sight almost made choso cum. a little wet spot sat perfectly over his bulge, and it sent a shiver through him as yuki palmed at him over the stain. his hands grabbed at her wrist to pull her into a straddling position.

yuki’s comment turned you bashful, as you were made completely aware of your wetness seeping through as you pulled your bottoms off. thighs a bit sticky from the mess as you left your underwear on, getting onto the bed again. 

slipping her hand under the band of choso’s sweats and briefs simultaneously, yuki gripped at his length. slightly hovering over him instead of sitting firmly in his lap — leaving room to stroke him slowly.

“shit, yuki—” choso hissed out as he tried to focus on thumbing over her underwear, her clit attentive under his finger. your lips met his again as his groans began to accumulate, your hand caressing his jaw.

“you both,” he started in between kissing you, “oh fuck— are going to be the death of me.”

you and yuki let your laughter envelop the room. giving him a momentary break to help him remove his shirt and sweats. throwing in haphazardly around the room.

both leaning down to plant a kiss on his clothed cock, a small stain of presumably precum could be slightly seen and felt against the black material.

“can we take them off him now, yuki?” you nearly whisper. your words match exactly what choso had been thinking. knowing better than to ask and possibly receive longer teasing from yuki. your eyes locked in on yuki as she laid the palm of her hand on one of your cheeks, one of your ponytails brushing against her hand.

“yes, baby,” she agreed with a smile. “we’re just here for inspiration today, so i don’t think we need to prolong the teasing. unless he wants us to be mean…” yuki’s words trailed off. both of you look to choso for an answer to yuki’s words.

 “nono, ‘just want you two,” he spoke flustered. his own hands trying to maneuver to push the briefs down. only for you and yuki to push his hands back.

“nah, we’ve got it baby.” you replied sweetly. helping yuki to pull them off him, only needing him to lift his hips. his cock springing free from its confines, slapping against his lower stomach. choso was once a bit reserved about showing himself off, shy at the thought of what his two pretty girls thought of him. but over time, you and yuki made him well aware that with his girth and length, there was absolutely nothing to be shy about.

the normally pale tip was a blushy pink color, mirroring his cheeks as he looked at the two of you. spitting into your hand, you wrapped it around his base as yuki took a lick at the precum threatening to dribble from his tip. you followed suit, as well as working towards stroking him.

watching as you both licked up the side of his shaft, only to meet at his tip — choso swore his eyes could have rolled out of his head from his reaction.

“holy shit—” choso stifled a moan as both your tongues ran repeatedly over his tip. like you two were kissing, and he just so happened to have been placed there.

placing a chaste kiss on his tip, you moved back. allowing yuki the room to wrap her lips around him completely. bobbing her head as she worked towards pleasing him. your hand worked in unison with her, stroking him, especially in areas she couldn’t fully take in. your free hand playing with his balls. 

“they’re trynna fuckin’ kill me…” choso moaned to himself in disbelief. hips rutting up a bit, mindlessly. switching places with yuki, she sent choso a cheeky smile. lips riddled with spit and precum.

“inspiration, baby. we’re trying to inspire you not kill you,” the blonde woman teased.

with your lips around him, tongue working against his length, a hum of agreement was emitted from you. heightening his sensitivity to you and yuki’s actions. his hips jutted upwards — pulling a gagging sound from you in the moment as he quickly moved to pull his hips back.

“shit, baby, ‘m sorry,” he whined out, placing a hand lightly on your head in a soothing manner.

“ ‘m okay,” you confirmed as you let him slip from your lips. your voice a bit raspy from the way he had fucked up into your throat. your ponytails swayed as you and yuki went back to simultaneously licking at his tip. drawing sounds from him every second it seemed. 

feeling him twitch below your tongue, you and yuki continued. the verbal warning and begging of i’m gonna cum, please don’t fucking stop falling from choso’s lips.

one final lick from the both of you, paired with stroking him, led him to his peak. cum spurting from his tip in thick ropes over the tongues of both his beautiful girlfriends. repeated swears said by him floated around the room as you both swallowed the milky white substance he had given the two of you. his hands weaved through his own hair for just a moment.

“such a mess, huh?” yuki questioned you as you both looked at the man. she almost laughed at his current state.

“mhm, and he tastes good too.” you nodded.

“well…i guess i’ll let you choose today, d’you want his tongue or do you want to ride him?” yuki asked casually, as if he weren’t sitting there panting. but at her words choso felt his abdomen clench, a feeling of warmth flooding his face once again as he began to harden.

it wasn’t long before you let yuki know you wanted to ride him. leading the both of you to ask him to lay in the very middle of the bed. his body surrounded by the silky sheets on the bed. straddling him, you slid your panties to the side for just a bit, a string of arousal clinging to them as you lowered yourself to grind against choso. your slick hugging into his cock.

with a sensitive grunt, his hands found your waist, helping you move your hips. yuki took the time to remove her underwear and kneel over him, drooling cunt hovering just above him as his anticipation began to grow. a giggle leaving her lips as she leaned forward to kiss you.

“take them off, pretty girl.” to which you complied once again with no indifference as you pulled off your underwear. throwing them off the side of the bed yuki leaned forward as she pushed herself onto choso’s tongue, the warm and wet muscle immediately seeking out her attentive little bud. which drew a gasp from her. yet and still — her hand wrapped around his cock as she helped push his cock into you.

your walls fluttered at the feeling, welcoming him with a sticky coating of your arousal as you took him inch by inch. feeling utterly done for when you felt the head of his cock beginning to push past your most sensitive spot. only to have him nestled right up to your cervix once completely in.

in your process of taking him, it was almost like you had droned out yuki in front of you. until she grabbed at your hands, intertwining your fingers with her own. 

she had begun to look dazed with the way choso’s tongue lapped at her wetness. the sound was nasty and vulgar, causing a knot to form in your lower belly. circling your hips, you could hear choso groan beneath yuki as he began to grip at her thighs.

eventually you worked up the nerve to begin bouncing on his cock. a sheen of your slick wrapping around him as you did so. letting out a dragged-out whine, you looked at yuki in front of you, her hands still holding on to yours as she pulled you into kiss her. the moans falling from you two were like music to choso’s ears. like the lyrics he couldn’t seem to find.

you clench stupidly when your bouncing leads to angling your hips just right. allowing choso’s tip to abuse your sweet spot over and over again. your grip going slack on one of yuki’s hands as you freed yourself to plant a stabilizing hand against choso’s abdomen.

“his tongue is so fucking good, he’s so good.” yuki began to mewl against your lips. her brows furrowing each time choso’s lips latched around her puffy clit, sucking for a split second.

“he feels so good too…” you reply weakly. your search to motivate him had begun to crumble into fucking yourselves silly with the use of your boyfriend’s compliance. the praises you both sung went straight to his head, his mind fuzzing up below the two of you. though it pushed him to lend a helping hand even more.

one of his hands climbed up between yuki’s thighs, fingers finding purpose right up against her entrance. barely hesitating before pushing one finger in, the second finger being pushed into her not long after.

“fuuuck,” yuki almost whined into your mouth as she felt his fingers dragging along her walls — his tongue still working against her cunt. her kisses began to slow when choso worked towards picking up his pace. her breathing becoming ragged and her hand squeezing at your own. “you’re gonna make me cum, keep going cho.” yuki announced as she leaned away from your lips, voice shaky as she held onto every bit of dominance that she could.

as your bouncing continued almost mind numbing sounds of you and your lovers exclamations and skin slapping against skin ensued. a sharp gasp escaped yuki’s lips as her cunt tightened around choso’s fingers, gushing around them due to the fact that he’d started bullying her most sensitive spot. her rushed announcement of her peak mimicked the way choso had sounded not long ago.

her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as she freed her other hand to make herself stable just as you had done. her breathing harsh as she drifted back to her senses.

“you gonna cum for him, baby?” yuki questioned slowly, her blonde bangs shielding her eyes as she leaned forward again. this time dipping lower. “you gonna cum for our pretty boy?”

“yes— yes mommy,” you replied, feeling choso shift under you. his feet were planted into the soft bed below him. careful to secure his footing over the silk sheets as he began fucking up into you. feeling yuki press kisses onto your chest, she continued to do so all the way downwards. stopping only when her face was level with your cunt. watching how choso disappeared into and reappeared.

“taking him so good. poor clit looks lonely though.” yuki almost teased as she pushed herself back to eye level with you. a hand gripping dangerously close at the junction of your thigh. 

“please touch her, ‘wanna make her feel real good.” choso pleaded from under yuki. her spent cunt still hovering over him.

“mmm. he’s such a giver,” yuki smiled as she pushed the pad of her thumb against your clit. rubbing the pleasure spot in heavy, lazy circles. placing loving kisses on your cheeks as choso bounced you up and down. “even when we’re supposed to be helping him, he’s a giver, choso’s such a good boy.”

“yeah, yeah…he’s a good boy,” you spoke with a heavy tongue. shaking a bit as yuki quickened her fingers against you.

“you gonna let him cum in you? come on pretty, give him something to write about.” yuki spoke lowly and persuasively into your ear as you nodded. one more roll of her thumb over your attentive clit and you were pushed over the edge. your stomach tightened then relaxed as it felt like a cord snapped. creaming around choso as he pushed up into you for the final time.

“cum in her, baby. give it to her…” yuki spoke to choso softly as she moved away from him. sitting next to you both, a bit winded as she watched him empty himself into you. praising him as he grunted out, grabbing your hips to keep you upright.

“you should have inspiration for days at this point,” you giggled breathlessly as you calmed down, shuddering as choso pulled out of you. the mixture of the two of you sticky between your legs, dripping from your cunt, and his face glistening with yuki’s slick. both of you supplying him with soft kisses pressed into his lips.

“might’ve been a little too much inspiration,” yuki chuckled as you both took in choso’s reddened face. his hair sticking to his face a bit.

“writing…” he spoke softly, “should be a breeze.”

[fire-lizard-ro]

SO UHHHHH- Beware the darker themes ahead. I know people were probably expecting more smut from me, but I find it hard to write smut for the Aeons??? Who even knows how that would actually work-

Anyways sorry for the lack of smut. OTL

I will feed y’all some good Geppie smut later!

GN reader

CW: mentions of death, permanent maiming, breaking bones, sadistic and obsessive tendencies, loss of self

Lemme know if I missed anything. T-T

I didn’t really get into it as much as I could have, so I don’t think it’s too bad. But still read that CW, please-

When it comes to the Aeons, I refuse to believe that they understand human conventions, morals, or ways of love. I think that with them, it's very easy for them to be a yandere??? Sorta?

Once they are interested in you, they won't immediately take you. They'll likely observe you, being interested in figuring out what it is that had them interested in you in the first place.

But slowly they become more convinced that you are someone they want to keep by their side.

Once they've decided that you should stay by their side, they'd likely kidnap you???

And I feel like as an Aeon who doesn't empathize with human emotions just has to keep you because you make them feel something truly novel- Is this that "love" that they always heard those humans talk about? That thing that they strive for yet the Aeons couldn't possibly hope to understand? So no matter how far you try to run, they'll find you.

Yaoshi

With this particular Aeon, I can see their love being one that is harmful for humans no matter how sweetly they put it.

They don't understand why you don't want the protection of their path and the blessing of everlasting life they can give you. :((

At some point, they'll likely give you the curse of mara, turning you into something you aren't. It's all because they love you and can't bear to see your mortal form crumble to nothing over the years and your life come to an end. They just couldn't accept that. So one day they tell you sweetly to close your eyes because they have a gift for you. One that you can keep... forever.

They understands that it will hurt. Yes. They understand that you'll lose your humanity and really your sense of being- But that's okay! They can take care of you. They'll never let you feel pain or suffering after this moment. You'll just have to take this moment of pain to have an eternity with them. Okay? :))

Honestly I can't really see why any of the Aeons would keep a human or other mortal around when what they pursue is something that mortal minds cannot truly fathom. Like with Nanook....

Nanook

(Disclaimer: what I said with Yaoshi? Y e a h - THIS ONE IS DEFINITELY HARMFUL TO HUMANS AND IT’S NOT EVEN PUT IN A SWEET WAY LIKE WITH YAOSHI.)

They are literally seeking the destruction of all things. Those who follow the Path of Destruction even sacrifice their own health and bodies in order to gain power in battle. The Path of the Destruction is one that seeks the end of all things. But maybe there's a slim chance that despite seeking to destroy all creation, they would find you oddly charming. A cute little thing that they cannot seem to take their eyes away from. Somehow, to them, you are just as beautiful as the fiery destruction they seek to bring to the universe.

Obsessively watching you and doing whatever they please to you. Keeping you close at all times, trapped in their embrace as though their hands were a living cage. Again- No matter where you run, no matter where you hide… they’ll find you. Their love is also Very Harmful to Humans TM. Holds you far too tight without really realizing it. But if you try to pry their large fingers off or you squirm too much… they only squeeze harder. To the point that you feel your skin bruising, flesh becoming sore and your very bones creaking. If you actually manage to get away from them somehow, I’m not sure what will happen to you. Not to mention the fact that it will be very VERY hard to run once you’ve escaped. Aeons can probably traverse the universe at speeds unfathomable. And their piercing gazes leave no stone unturned. How could you hope to hide from such all-seeing eyes? How can you hide from an Aeon? Once they’ve caught you again… you probably aren’t getting away. They may break you a bit. Juuust a but. Enough to discourage a second escape attempt- And maybe even enough to make that second attempt impossible. You don’t really need to walk if they’re always holding you, right? Maybe if they… break your legs? Careful you don’t anger them any more than that- Paralysis from the waist down is also a dangerous, but possible option. You may be broken after that, but they’re the Aeon of Destruction. You’ll be beautiful to them even broken. :))

At some point, if this was you second attempt and you’re somehow able to get away without them breaking your legs- Or hell maybe they did but you are just stubborn enough to devise a way to run away again (though likely not on those twisted legs of yours). Point is- If this is not your first attempt at escape, it’s likely that word of what happened the first time has spread. I doubt there’d be a planet in the galaxy willing to harbor you when Nanook could easily raze their cities to the ground and destroy the very planet they live on.

Nanook is the Most Dangerous of the Aeons to catch the attention of. Because I think with them, the most realistic thing would be that you are always one wrong step away from becoming a beautifully broken thing. The grand and beautiful destruction this Aeon sought. For what greater love is there than making you an example of their reason for being, right? Right? :)))

Or maybe it’s because they cannot be bothered with you if you become too much of a hassle even if they fancy you. I’m not really sure how Aeons really work, soooo…. I’d honestly be careful around this one… Even though I’m sure most would be considering their intimidating stature and nature.

Lan

I wonder if Lan would find it fun to let you think you’d escaped them only to hunt you down. I mean. They are the Aeon of the Hunt. Yes that means more than just that, but. I can see it. Some sort of sadistic glee they have in the fear in your eyes, the pounding in your heart, and the panicked breaths you take when realizing they’ve found you again. But they’d never hurt you! No, no, no- They certainly wouldn’t… Right?

IX

I don’t think there’d be any getting away from the Aeon of Nihility. 💀

I mean- Considering what happened in the Simulated Universe when meeting IX, I think you know why. I don’t know too much about them and no longer have many spoons for this so ye.

Maybe will write more about the Aeons later.

Sorry for any wack writing and typos it’s ass o’clock and it’s time for my eepy ass to go mimimimimimi- Might fix it eventually if I catch it.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

How would Croc, Bane, and Harley deal with an s/o whose libido is really high but hesitant to initiate? Like always dtf but, at the same time, not wanting to impose?

"Considerate but Wanting" Killer Croc, Bane and Harley x S/O (not poly)

While I don't deal with this particular issue, I do get why you'd be worried about that.

TW: NSFW

Killer Croc

THE PROBLEM IS... He is also very hesitant to initiate at first because of how he looks. Genuinely, he's so into you, he would consider just taking care of himself when needed to not put you out. He would take the romantic relationship over a sexual. Even with his more... carnal, animal tendencies.

There's a slim possibility he could even interpret your hesitation as not wanting that from him. It would get to the point that if you did ask, he'd insist you don't have to if you don't want to. He gets it.

Once you explain, however, he feels kind of silly about it? Not that you're silly or your concerns are silly, but that it was really just you trying to be nice vs. anything about himself. He might even joke "Because of course it had to be all about me, huh, sha?"

Tell him in the future. If he's not in the mood, he'll just tell you. The chances of that are fairly slim, though. Unless something is actually going on, he's more than happy to indulge in that wild side. Wanna go for a ride? He's not gonna complain about seeing you bounce on his cock.

Bane

He himself is fairly mindful (or at least tries to be) of things like this, so he understands. Everyone has needs and these needs should be fulfilled when possible- Whether with a partner or on their own. Plus, he'll make it clear there will be times he's not around. Whether because he's been incarcerated or his has business in other places too dangerous for you to attend...

It isn't something he would like per say or want, but he would be okay if you sought out those needs safely with a third party- Is that what this is about? He wants to be very clear and understanding on all levels of your relationship. That's just the kind of partner he is.

If it really is just a matter of feeling like you're imposing on him, he'll let you know it's not a worry. Typically speaking, even if he's not really in the mood himself, he's more than pleased to help you out. Whether it's a spicy phone call when he's away or... a helping hand between your legs when you are together- He doesn't want you to feel as if you're a bother.

In moments where he's truly unavailable either emotionally or physically, he'll just tell you. You're both adults. While some might not be able to handle these conversations with grace, he is not one of those people.

Harley Quinn

Probably the most appreciative of the gesture. She is also usually dtf most of the time but when she's off, she is off and doesn't want to feel hounded. Not that you would do that, of course, but... It's very sweet you're considerate of that. She's certainly had her fair share of partners that have tried to push even after she said she wasn't in the mood.

She would be delighted to eliminate your fear of imposition by hitting on you at every possible opportunity. If she senses that she for some reason is getting too much, she'll try to pull back but considering everything that's happened in her life, she's not shy. She's going to encourage you to not be shy, either! Be comfortable. The two of you can get real snug as a bug in each other's skin.

I think she'd really get off on seeing how long she could make that libido last. She's got a collection of fun toys you can sit on, get plugged into, whatever your fancy- She'll mark how many times you've cum in lipstick on your thighs. Or maybe you can do the same to her. It's all in good fun.

Expect spank bank pinup photos for when she's away or in an off mood. She's got you covered, sugarpop!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for initiating pvp in my d&d game?

[tw: fictional cannibalism]

so, this is kind of about something that i ALMOST did but backed out of, but i regret not doing it because i think it couldve been good both strategically and for roleplay fodder, but the reason i backed out was because i was worried it would be an asshole move. there's been other similar stuff that i did actually commit to, so i'll talk about that too.

for context, I'm playing Curse of Strahd with an internet group who i dont really know very well outside of dnd. ive played with all the people in the group before, but just in oneshots. we dont really chat much outside the game.

my character is a dhampir barabarian who is chaotic evil because she. uh. well she eats people. she's the only evil PC in the party, and i've been very conscious of that fact because i dont want to be That Player that completely ruins everyone else's fun by being a rampaging murderhobo. (for those who dont know CoS is a horror campaign that has a lot of fucked up violent stuff in it, so this is not extremely out of place for the setting. one of the other party members is also undead, but hes good-aligned.)

some of the stuff that has actually happened has included my character sneaking away from the party to feed on a random villager (she was followed by another party member) and also trying to eat the corpse of a guy we let die in order to save ourselves. i dont think this was assholey of me because the "pvp" in those situations amounted to slapfights and ic arguing, which i think was good roleplay. i also recently attacked a party member during combat, because my character was raging (heightened emotional state) and he basically triggered her while they were fighting side by side so she lashed out at him. the attack was a bite (potential max damage of like 6) rather than with her weapon (potential max damage of 14) but it missed anyway.

which brings me to the thing i didnt do, but wish i did.

basically, we were fighting some vampire spawn and it wasnt looking good for us. our frontline fighters (myself included) were low on hp, our cleric was being menaced by Strahd himself, and our warlock was unconscious. iirc there were two spawn left to kill when i realized i could do something beneficial to myself with no MECHANICAL cost to the party, but i was worried (ooc) that doing this would have unexpected consequences or make the other players not want to play with me anymore.

our unconscious warlock had been stabilized with Spare the Dying, so he was unconscious but not making death saving throws. being a dhampir, my character has the ability to bite a humanoid and regain hp equal to the damage caused. i hadnt been able to use this ability on these enemies, because it doesnt work on undead. but our warlock is laid out all unconscious and looking like a snack... if i had bitten him, it would have automatically been a critical hit and done double damage, therefore also healing me more, and although it would have caused him to lose two death saving throws, he was technically stable at that point. idk. the dm might have ruled that taking new damage would have restarted death saving throws, but i dont know that for sure. it seemed like a very slim chance that doing this would have resulted in the character's death, but i didnt want to take the chance because i KNOW that would have for sure made me the asshole.

tell me, tumblr. did i do the right thing by choosing not to attack my fallen camrade even though it would have healed my character? would i have been the asshole for initiating that kind of pvp without asking the other player first?

[rosiesmuts]

Paris, je t'aime

BLACKPINK Rosé & Lisa Words: 1,750

A/N: Surprise! Felt inspired so this is actually the last fic of the year. No I’m not currently obsessed with Chaelisa, you are. Also felt right to end the year with a Rosé fic. Quickie, no edits

Sequel to the snippet ‘Rambunctious’

Lisa moans loudly as you thrust deep into her tight ass. She can feel her body trembling with pleasure with each thrust, her hands gripping the balcony railing as she tries to steady herself. She moans and screams out into the distance, making no attempt to stifle the sounds even though she’s outdoors. A wave of deja vu flashes over your body, you and Lisa were caught in this exact same position six months prior.

The pace of your thrusts become fevered, hoping for Lisa to make even more noise on the off chance that same situation repeats itself. Almost as if on cue, you hear the doors swing open, Rosé comes stomping in still wearing the dress she had worn to the YSL party. 

"Seriously you two? Didn’t we do this already?! I can hear you guys from the hallway! What are you guys doing in here?"

"What's it look like, Chaeyoung? I'm getting fucked in the ass."

Normally being interrupted by a surprise visitor would stop anyone in their tracks, but you paid no mind to Rosé’s presence and kept thrusting into Lisa’s ass.

"As you can see I'm a little busy, what do you want, Chaeyoung?" Lisa's voice filled with annoyance.

Rosé walks out to the balcony until she's right beside Lisa without saying a word. "What do I want? I wanted to rest, but now that you two have interrupted me…" Rosé starts licking her neck, Lisa shuddering from the first touch. Rosé moves down a little further, making a stop to suck, pinch, and nibble on Lisa’s dark, tiny nipples. She makes her way down to knees–just inches away from Lisa’s pussy, breathing hot air. Lisa gasps at the huge contrast of Rosé's warm breath compared to the cool night breeze. "...I want in." 

Rosé takes Lisa's clit into her mouth and sucks harshly, adding two fingers into Lisa’s leaking wet core. Lisa is now over the moon, making more noise than she had at any point in the night. Rosé continues to lick and finger fuck Lisa while you simultaneously stuff her ass. 

With both sides being filled to the brim, the multi point attack of stimulation completely rocks Lisa’s world and she cums in almost record time, leaking her juices onto Rosé's beautiful face. Feeling her powerful orgasm makes you quick to follow, Lisa's asshole pushing you out as it clenches. Without warning, Rosé yelps when she feels another stream of hot liquid hitting her face.

"Sorry Rosie, it was an accident." you say, trying to stifle your laughter as Rosé remains on her knees, shocked at what had just happened.

Lisa opens her eyes after hearing Rosé scream, immediately pointing and laughing at Rosé’s cum covered face. Both you and Lisa had accidentally came all over her face just minutes after she joined in.

"You think this is funny, Lalisa?" Rosé tried to sound serious, but couldn't help from giggling at her series of unfortunate events. She stands up and pulls Lisa into her. "You're gonna lick me clean."

Lisa has no obligations, licking every inch of Rosé's face, tasting and cleaning every drop of the sexual concoction that the two of you had helped create. Lisa can feel you getting harder by the second as you watch Lisa lick Rosé clean.

"You want a turn, Chaeyoung? Oppa's getting turned on watching us and I already came 4 times." Lisa unzips Rosé and her luxurious designer gown falls to the ground.

Your eyes are stuck like a deer in headlights, the sight of Rosé's slim physique always leaves you breathless no matter how many times you've seen it.

The expression in her face changes, you can see the switch flick in her head. The cute Rosie is gone and out comes your master. Rosé glances in your direction, "Come here my dear pet." She turns around and assumes the same position as Lisa: bent over and grabbing the railing. 

Feeling emboldened, the tip of your cock presses against Rosé's puckered hole, but she glares back at you, reaching behind to lower you to the correct position. "You know better than that…" 

Lisa laughs at your attempt and shrugs, "It was worth a shot." Your pace starts off slow, appreciating every moment you get to be inside of her silky wet walls as you glide in and out. Her warmth hugs you tight, feeling even better against the bite of the cold winter air. Rosé's honey moans echo out into the crisp Paris night as you slowly work up your speed. "Just like that. Just like that!" Rosé screams out when you reach her optimal pace. 

Your hands are wrapped around her ant sized waist–she's so slim your fingertips are almost able to touch. Lisa lightly strokes her fingertips up and down Rosé's spine while whispering dirty words into her ear.

"You're happy you caught us again aren't you? …Do you like feeling Oppa rearrange your insides?" Rosé can only silently nod, the increasing pressure in her core almost bursting out. Lisa has moved on from her back, using two fingers to massage her inflamed nub while you thrust away. "Hold it in Chaeyoung, hold it in for as long as you can."

Rosé grits her teeth listening to Lisa's instructions. Her moans have become silent, so wrapped up in pent up pleasure, she can no longer produce sounds. Then like a dam opening its gates, she is no longer able to hold out against the pressure building inside of her. The pinnacle of pleasure washes over Rosé, her entire body quivering, finally able to scream out in ecstasy, the sounds get carried away with the wind. She falls down to her knees, her breath heavy, her pent up orgasm still coursing through her from head to toe. 

"Bring her inside Oppa." Lisa flush red from arousal. "We've been too loud for too long."

You carry in Rosé's listless body, laying her carefully on the bed. "Let's give her time to rest." Lisa says before pouncing back on you. She shoves her tongue down your throat while aggressively stroking you up and down. Her lips move down further and further down along your body until she's face to face with your throbbing cock.  Starting at your base, she slowly glides her tongue along the whole length until she reaches the top–your fingers tangle in her hair once she takes you in.

Lisa takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around at every step. She moves her head up and down, faster and faster, until you're physically trembling with pleasure. Then she suddenly stops. Time seemed to stand still when she painfully squeezed your balls. "You can't cum yet, Oppa."

Rosé stirs back up and joins in, starting it off by taking your length in her mouth. She works her tongue around the base, teasing and tantalizing you. Rosé can feel your body tense up as she moves up and down your shaft.

Lisa moves in next, her mouth replacing Rose's. Lisa is in full control of your orgasm, speeding up and slowing down at a whim. She licks and sucks while Rosé's soft tender hands rub up and down your thighs. 

"Does your cock feel good in Lisa's throat? Just feeling your eyes on me makes me so wet." The way Rosé uses her sweet Australian accent to say such dirty words should be considered illegal. 

The two idols are relentless, taking turns on your cock. They work in tandem, their mouths and hands moving in perfect synchrony. Feeling yourself getting close, your breathing becomes more and more labored.

Once again just as you're about to release, they stop their movements and Lisa painfully squeezes your balls to stop any accidental spillage. They both look at each other with mischievous grins on their faces.

"What do you say Chaeyoung? Should we let him cum?"

"Hmmmmmm," she draws out her thought long and exaggerated. "I think he's been through enough."

Each girl has taken up their respective position, Rosé is the first to jump to action, taking your head into her mouth. Lisa moves in behind Rosé and uses both her hands to stroke you into Rosé's chipmunk cheeks. If the edging session wasn’t enough, they secretly had you in their finishing move causing you to finish in mere seconds. Exploding into Rosé’s mouth would be an understatement, the amount of cum that filled her mouth makes her eyes grow wide as she struggles to contain everything in before Lisa dives in for her fair share. They look at each other then break into a laughter, proud at themselves for being able to coordinate that attack without any words. You wonder to yourself how you’ve gotten this lucky, but you also know this night has just began.

The rest of the night is a frenzy, three people focused solely on exploring each other's body. There are times with you and Lisa. Other times with you and Rosé. The most common is all three together, discovering more ways to have sex than you thought was even possible. Even when you needed to rest, the two best friends found ways to keep themselves in an endless cycle of bliss. This rest is often short lived, seeing Rosé and Lisa all over each other 'sprung' you back into action.

All good things must come to an end, every party now fully exhausted, three sweat and cum soaked bodies sprawled across the bed, limbs intertwined with each other. If there's one thing for sure, Paris, je t'aime.

[blues824]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa do you watch vtubers? i saw the requests were open and was gonna request housewardens with a reader like vox akuma but i was hesitant because i didn't know if you watched vtubers or not. twst and nijisanji(en) are my big hyperfixations rn and I put vox's streams on in the background while im playing. (you don't need to watch vox's streams to get his persona down if you wanna do this request actually. watching 'the vox akuma experience' on youtube would be enough ;-;)

I do watch VTubers! Ninomae ina’nis was the first one I’ve watched since I had a request a while back, and that brought me into the world of Vtubers. Gender-neutral reader.

Riddle Rosehearts

When he heard that you were a voice demon, he thought you were something akin to a siren, but in demon form. He appreciated how you dressed very formally, and how you remained polite in all of your interactions.

Then you started getting comfortable with being in Twisted Wonderland. That’s when you busted out the lewd and crass jokes, the flirty comments, etc. and he was just so freaking flustered all of the time. You even once got close to his ear and said that his shoelace wasn’t tied in a very seductive manner just to mess with him.

He would’ve collared you by now if you weren’t a demon who could easily overpower him. You had battle experience that he has only read of, so you were nearly indestructible. You never took your amusement too far, though. After all, you didn’t want your beloved queen to get too angry.

You and Trey team up to make meals for Heartslabyul. Riddle tries to help you both (because he’s jealous whenever you two hang out by yourselves in the kitchen), and he’s not all that bad. You don’t play pranks on him like the Vice Housewarden. The Housewarden absolutely loves every type of food you make.

Leona Kingscholar

At first appearance, he thought you had a stick up your ass. I mean, you had a very formal way of speaking, plus you dressed in a suit every single day. However, he eventually found out that you were the exact opposite person he thought you were.

You both got to a point that you flirted with each other more than you just casually talked to each other. One thing that became apparent was that you both were very competitive in charm and seduction and would always try to make each other flustered.

He doesn’t mind the fact that you are a demon, as long as you don’t do anything that annoys him or disrupts the productivity of his dormitory. The chances of that happening are very slim because you’re usually napping with him.

He loves the dishes you cook for him, even if it contains vegetables. You somehow make the veggies taste so good that his mouth waters when he smells the food. You have essentially replaced Ruggie in the Savanaclaw kitchen with your awesome cooking.

Azul Ashengrotto

If you weren’t a voice demon, he would have tried to find a way to get you under a contract. Unfortunately, your magic was demonic and therefore not the type of magic that can be taken away like that. He also appreciated how you dressed formally no matter the occasion.

When you started bringing out the flirting and the lewd jokes, he was more flustered than he has ever been in his whole entire life. He couldn’t even imagine returning the behavior since he stuttered trying to talk to you in general.

He also doesn’t mind that you are a demon. In fact, with your permission, he uses it as a threat to other customers who don’t comply with the rules of the Lounge. It tends to scare off unwanted people, and helps profit stay stable.

Azul asked if you wanted to try cooking for the Mostro Lounge because your food was really good and could probably sell. You made gourmet food, which is much different than they originally had on their menu. So, your cooking went on a secret menu.

Kalim Al-Asim

He wasn’t wary of you at all. He thought your clothes were interesting because surely you must get hot in that suit. Then he grew worried whenever you visited Scarabia since it was always hot in the desert that was the dorm.

He absolutely had no idea what you were saying or trying to do when you were trying to flirt with him until Jamil explained it to him. That is when his face just goes completely red and he feels so dumb. He mentally beats himself up for not getting what you said at the moment you said it.

This continues and he is just so flustered all the freaking time. You were just flirting with him over and over. He eventually uses his innocent charm to compliment you and ‘flirt’ with you in return, but he always fails to make you blush. 

He wishes he could eat your food, but he doesn’t know if it is poisoned or not. So, you offer to have Jamil watch you cook so that everyone is sure you didn’t sneak anything into the meal. He is so happy, and when his Vice Housewarden gives the ‘ok’, he digs in and is in love with all the different flavors.

Vil Schoenheit 

He almost squealed in excitement when he saw how good you looked. You knew how to dress very well, you did your makeup well to accentuate your features, you were basically his dream significant other. He praised any higher being above that you walked into his life.

You both tend to flirt with each other since it proves to boost self-esteem. Everyone besides Rook gag at how lovey dovey you are. The hunter volunteers to be the flower girl at your wedding (reminds me of when Hercules Mulligan was the flower girl at Hamilton’s wedding, iykyk).

He also doesn’t mind that you are a demon. It wasn’t like you would go ballistic and slay everyone out of nowhere, so he was relaxed around you. You often play as his voice of reason with all the wisdom you’ve accumulated over the years.

You both work to promote healthier eating, and you try to cook for the dorm and have a few of the Pomefiore members help out. You refuse to cook fish since you don’t like the smell or taste, you just incorporate more of other foods to replace it and Vil is okay with it. He can tell that the entire dorm is just a bit healthier as well.

Idia Shroud

He most definitely squealed because you looked and acted like his favorite VTuber Koe Daemonium. Mans worshiped you. He considered himself as one of your kindred, and when you told him that he was your lover after a while, he nearly died of joy.

Idia gets nose-bleeds whenever you act more seductive or lewd. Ortho always thinks that he’s having a brain aneurysm and tries to perform medical aid only for you to tell him that he was just a tad flustered.

He also doesn’t mind that you are a demon, what he’s worried about is you taking a liking to someone else and leaving him for them. He is insecure and shy, so he wouldn’t be very surprised if you picked someone over him, and this worries you. So you make a vow to him to always make him feel loved.

One way you do that is you make him food, and good food at that. You were aware that he didn’t get adequate enough nutrients in his diet, so you fixed that problem for him. Idia reported feeling better than he had in a long time, and you were glad that you could be a part of the process.

Malleus Draconia

Oh, goodness. We have a demon and a dragon; in my mind, they are both very possessive creatures, and it shows with you and Malleus. You like to make sure that you both will be safe when one of you is going somewhere without the other.

He doesn’t understand what you are trying to do when you flirt or say something lewd to him, so Lilia kind of has to act as a translator. Of course, he tries his best not to get flustered when he finally understands what you were trying to say. Instead, he reciprocates your affection.

Lilia absolutely adores having chats with you. You both have past battle experience, you enjoy gaming, and you both dress well. Silver likes hanging out with you and sparring against you. Sebek absolutely despises you, and it’s mostly because you are a demon and therefore “aren’t a good example for Waka-sama”. You didn’t care, though.

Everyone became grateful for you when you took over cooking, saying that Lilia deserved a break. The old fae didn’t mind being treated by his future child-in-law, and the food you made was heavenly (get it?). Malleus makes a big deal, saying how the future co-ruler of the Briar Valley shouldn’t have to cook for anybody, but you laugh it off and say that it’s fine.

[restinslices]

Hello! Could you do the Lin Kuei trio with a g!n reader asking them to dance? Like what you did with the earthrealm boys!

You finna be real disappointed 😭

My phone storage still in hell so no pics. I need to make a moodboard for everyone or smth

Bi-Han

No

There's legit nothing else for me to say 

Listen, I know I make him sweeter than he actually is a lot but I can't make my fingers type some shit like “yeah! he'd totally be for it!”

You could be the apple of his eye, the reason he woke up in the morning, the oxygen in his lungs, the wind under his wings, his cinnamon apple, and he'd still tell you no 

“Absolutely not” to be more specific 

You think Bi-Han, the mf with a huge ego, is always serious and damn near has Batman's voice is gonna boogie? It's wishful thinking but the answer is no 

Especially for a video? Get the fuck-

The best you'll get is him listening to the song 

Which isn't all that good because he's the type to say “I'm listening” and is very much NOT  listening 

“I'm listening” *starts vacuuming*

He likes slower music so he'll “listen” to that 

I get it, y'all want me to say he'd be super sweet but babe at some point the delusion is so delusional we gotta snap out of it 

He wouldn't even have a favorite song because like I said, he's not listening much. Instead of hearing lyrics, he just keeps thinking “I can't believe they asked that”

Kuai Liang

No pt2

Y'all I can only lie so much 

Kuai Liang and Bi-Han are some of the most serious people in the game 

You're not getting either of them on board with this dancing shit 

And you're posting it? Now it's especially no

The Earthrealm guys are goofy. They'll do goofy shit like this. These guys? Some of y'all 'bout to be real mad at me, but it must be said… 

Unlike Bi-Han he'll listen to a song and actually listen to it

And maybe he'll have a favorite. Maybe. 

Kuai Liang gives me “I only stick to one genre” vibes so he'll listen to it but the chances of him listening to it again are pretty slim 

This ain't what y'all want but I'm tryna imagine it and feel the fantasy and it's just not fantasy-ing

Maybe he'll slow dance with you but that's off camera and private 

He wouldn't lie and be like “oh sure. We can do it later”

He's just like “um… no but thanks for the invite”

You can ask another Lin Kuei though. He won't be upset 

Or you can do it by yourself and he'll gladly watch and hold the camera 

Tomas Vrbada

Y'all ain't gon’ believe what imma say next-

LISTEN I wanna say they'd all bust it down but like y'all, let's be real 😭

None of them are letting you record them dancing then post it on the internet. They are assassins that's constantly doing shit for Earthrealm 

He'd be nice when he says no at least 

“I'm no good at dancing. You can show me though”

Maybe he'd do a little step to the left, step to the right, spin around and break it down tonight but it's not on camera 

It'd have to be the most simple dance ever and you two would have to be alone 

He'd do a little dance if you kept bothering him but that video shit is not happening and he'd only do it once. Maybe twice. 

Idk why but I feel like Tomas got two left feet but he'll try his best for you so you let it go 

I remember in a post I said I feel like he's lowkey a Twice stan but have y'all seen their choreography? He's gonna break a damn knee 

He'll gladly do the fan chants and watch you though 

Overall the answer is no but he'll listen to any songs you recommend and he'll watch you. Might do a little boogie once or twice if you stay on his ass. 

I wanted to be delusional too ya’ll but I couldn’t 😔 This is so short but I ain’t know what to say. We’ve discussed my brain is ass rn

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

From the news I'm getting here across the Pond, it seems like Liz Truss has perhaps achieved a marvel in that she's turning out to be more incompetent than Boris "Big Dog" Johnson. What are the chances the U.K. will have a new Prime Minister by the end of the year?

Yeah, she's exactly as competent really but, and this cannot be overstated, the person whose mess she's inherited IS Boris Johnson. But she compounds this with a Chancellor who is much, much worse.

Uh, this answer got long, sorry about that, but lol what can you do? Exercise restraint? Pfft.

By the end of the year... probably slim, as hilarious as the letters of no confidence are; the party can't survive another new leader that quickly. Johnson's greatest legacy - his greatest gift to the left - is the one he was always going to leave: he rose to power on a platform of 'feelings not facts', a method that is highly effective in the short term but horrendously unsustainable in the long run, once the shine of the bombast wears off and people realise that the bins aren't going out anymore. You cannot bluster and jazz hands your way through running a country indefinitely. You have to be competent at the daily grind.

Big Dog was not.

But during his tenure, everyone either threw all their weight behind him to suck his Union Jack-coloured cock and get a cushy ride themselves, or they were openly fired for disloyalty. He single-handedly created a Tory party that was defined by patriotism-flavoured incompetence. And then the bubble burst, and his old nemesis Mr Consequences came calling, and the situation was, very suddenly, that he was hot garbage - just absolute weapons-grade 'this is not a place of honour' levels of toxic - to have in charge of the party, but most importantly, crucially, none of them could get rid of him without also incriminating themselves.

That's why it took so long before the wave of resignations finally kicked things into happening. That's why it had to be a wave of resignations. None of the limping high school debating champions that were left in government could survive without him; even though he was actively poisoning them, they would die immediately with him gone. The tipping point came when finally that particular cost-benefit analysis see-sawed the other way.

And what's left? What was always going to be left: a hardcore radical group of 'feelings not facts' fascists, and an insipid hodgepodge of self-deluded clowns with the life skills of a particularly underwhelming five-year-old, all of whom are embroiled in bitter internal bitching wars and cliques and spend their days writing each other's names in a Burn Book rather than doing their jobs.

Everyone is blaming each other. No one is taking responsibility. The party can no longer agree on anything, except perhaps "Woe is us."

This latest leadership contest was actually a vicious thing that added to the damage and made the in-fighting worse. If we now add ANOTHER to the pile... well. I think we would see, at minimum, mass defections to UKIP. Very possibly some new political parties, like what Labour did when Jeremy Corbyn was too left-wing for them so Angela Smith and Chuka Umunna founded Change UK and claimed it was because Corbyn was racist and then Angela described people of colour as "black or a funny tinge... you know, a different... from the BAME community" and then Change UK was quietly dissolved after 10 months and no one remembers them anymore. It would be a disaster, is what I'm saying.

A new Chancellor, though... that's more likely, I think. Kwasi Kwarteng was rumoured to have had an affair with Liz Truss and honestly I strongly suspect that's why he got the job - he wrote a stupid book about economics that no one liked, on the night of the Brexit vote was overheard by a journalist saying “Who cares if sterling crashes? It will come back up again", and then became Chancellor, and then released a mini-budget last week that has tanked the pound to the lowest performance against the dollar since records began and immediately embroiled his PM into a financial crisis so bad she literally went into hiding for a day and a half. The UK is... actually completely fucked, as of this week. I cannot overstate what a fucking unmitigated disaster that budget is, or the damage it's causing. We were already doing very badly. This is catastrophic. This is like having an infected foot and everyone being concerned because it's turning gangrenous, and then Kwasi turns up and chops off both your legs and your dominant hand and then also the legs and dominant hands of everyone else present as well, except for himself and his rich mates. We are a long, long way beyond "First, do no harm."

But Kwarteng is also very replaceable.

However:

Liz Truss is extraordinarily stupid. I honestly don't know if it will occur to her to sacrifice him. If she's sensible she will; but 'sensible' is not a word I associate with Liz Truss.

The other option, of course, is an early general election being called, for the seven-hundred-and-fifteenth time in the last decade I stg. However, Tories only call for those if they stand a chance of winning.

One poll yesterday put Labour thirty-three points ahead of the Tories.

To put that into perspective, if that were to translate into a GE performance, the outcome of the vote would leave the Tories with...

THREE SEATS.

But! Of course! It's not so simple anyway:

That was an opinion poll, and those are always more extreme than an actual vote because people use them to express dissatisfaction. A vote would not be that extreme.

That was one of several polls yesterday. If we take an average, the actual figures are:

Labour are nineteen points ahead of the Tories.

Would you like some context?

In 1999 when Tony Blair won his landslide Labour victory - the greatest Labour lead in recent history - do you know what his polling lead was?

Twelve points.

Lol

So it is vanishingly unlikely the Tories will call a GE themselves. Their only hope now is that they can somehow do a good enough job to fix their party and win public confidence back before the next GE, which will be no later than January 2025.

In ENTIRELY UNRELATED NEWS I'm sure, Labour have just declared that they are backing a change to a proportional representation voting system in place of the UK's archaic first past the post system. Funny that.

[d-dixonimagines]

would love if u did the “can you walk” prompt with Daryl, maybe reader being the one hurt? u write him so perfectly 🤭💕 thank u!!

Absolutely! And thank you!! I love writing for him so I try to get it as close as I can! ^_^

Prompt: "Can you walk?"

For some reason the day was just not agreeing with you. From the moment you woke up, everything just seemed to work against you. It had gotten to a ridiculous point where you considered going back to bed and seeing if it would reverse something, but unfortunately there was just too much that needed to be done.

Towards the end of the day, you and a small group of people went on a short run to see what kind of food or items were left lying around in near by stores and other buildings. It had been blazing hot for the majority of the day and there was finally a cool enough breeze to actually enjoy the walk.

Daryl had been keeping a close eye on you all day as well, but mostly every time you managed to catch his gaze, he was smiling and smirking and putting very little effort into hiding his amused expressions as he witnessed you dealing with all of your unfortunate luck. It just prompted you to glare at him in response, which only amused him more.

Daryl was something else. He was usually the quiet loner one who preferred his space and isolation. He didn't seem to like people very much, and secretly that was something that you potentially had in common. You could tolerate them and you were nice and kind and welcoming, but you just didn't go out of your way to approach others unless it was a task or something you really needed.

There weren't too many people who didn't bug you, and Daryl was no exception! Sometimes he had moments where he was like the obnoxious friend your siblings hung out with and would do annoying things to try and get your attention because maybe they had a crush and didn't know how to deal with it, or maybe they were just generally obnoxious.

Daryl was less obvious about his teasing. He would just make sarcastic comments or some face or even participate in small pranks, though those didn't happen too frequently.

Once you and your group arrived at the third stop, you all rested for a bit outside. There wasn't too much of a rush to get back, and it had been a bit of a climb so you all took a moment to catch your breath. Daryl and a couple of the others rested against the window of the building while you stayed standing, swatting your arm to try and warn off some kind of bug that had been targeting you for the past three minutes.

The incessant buzzing was starting to get on your nerves, and it didn't help the fact that you hated bugs with a passion. You had gotten better at tolerating them, but you still wanted nothing to do with them. But this one particular bug, some giant beetle just wouldn't leave you alone. You moved from your spot and swung your arm again, making contact with it with the back of your hand.

Daryl sat there watching you fight for your life against this bug, trying a bit harder to hide his amused expression this time. If the guy ever laughed, you were sure you'd be hearing him laughing until his face was blue. The beetle came back once more, buzzing past your ear and causing you to let out a frustrated cry as you smacked at the side of your face to get it away from you.

"Can we go inside now? I'm so tired of this bullshit!" You spoke out in irritation, making your way inside regardless if they were ready or not. It didn't take long for them to follow. You each went down the different isles to see if there was anything salvageable.

Scanning the shelves as best as you could, you took a second glance at a hidden treasure that was tucked away on a top shelf. Chocolate was a rare delicacy these days, and you weren't going to risk the chance of passing it up. The chances of it already being gone was pretty high, but you were holding on to the slim chance of getting lucky.

The box was just out of your reach, and no matter how hard you tried, they were still out of your reach. "Screw it.." you mumbled to yourself, gripping onto the shelves and getting ready to climb up them to get it. "I wouldn't do that." You heard Daryl's voice. "It'll only take two seconds.." You insisted, continuing on with your mission to retrieve the chocolate. You stepped onto the lower shelf and gripped one of the higher ones, getting ready to hoist yourself up.

With one quick motion, you lunged up a bit and reached for the box, sliding it forward until you were able to get a grip on it. As you gripped the box, you managed to lose your hold on the shelf and stumbled backwards, most of your weight landing on your ankles as you tried to catch yourself to avoid any serious injury and landing back on the hard floor.

Everything happened too quickly for Daryl to react fast enough to catch you, but was able to make sure that none of the shelves toppled over on top of you. You let your head fall back onto the floor with a sigh of relief that it didn't end much worse than it did. "If you're going to say 'I told you so', just don't." You spoke before he had a chance to say anything.

"Wasn't gonna say that.." He was quickly by your side, taking in your state and making sure there wasn't any visible injuries that needed to be tended to. "Can you walk?" There was only minor shooting pains charging through your body. Your ankles throbbed slightly but you didn't think it was anything serious. "I think so. Can't guarantee about tomorrow, though."

Daryl shook his head and held his hand out, leaning forward to help you up. Moving slowly, you got to your feet, assessing the situation further. You would definitely come out of that nice and bruised up, but also very chocolate happy. "Was it worth it?" "Mhm!" You smiled proudly, showing him the chocolate bar. "You're insane." He smirked softly before turning around and heading out of the isle. "You say that now, but you're going to be jealous watching me eat this later."

The rest of the store was pretty much empty, with only a couple other finds, so they decided to call it and head back to camp. You had a slight limp, but you didn't care. With the day that you had, you counted this as a huge victory!

[cienie-isengardu]

Blood of Zeus season 2

I was waiting for the premiere of the second season of Blood of Zeus mainly for Hades and in general I like how the show presented him and his relationship with Persephone but there is some stuff related to other gods that I don’t like.

Spoilers undercut.

First and foremost, the show really did make Demether dirty. I’m disappointed with her role in the story and how she treated both Hades and Persephona, the beloved daughter. I guess I would feel much better if she supported Hades for Persephona’s sake first and foremost and not for getting power. I would totally root for Demether wanting to be part of their family and have a chance to see how her grandkids grew up in better circumstances than being forced to be far away from their mother for 6 months each year (something she herself experiences when Persephona is going to Hades). Especially if that would demand from her and Hades to put aside their differences or work through them to find a sensible common ground and not go for manipulation. Like her lie that Hades abducted Persephona. I don’t mind ruthless Demether but there is a difference between a grieving mother willing to starve the whole world just to get her beloved daughter back and a power-hungry goddess willing to kill mortals and make her whole family sick just because she wants to rule now. Nope. This version of Demether is not for me.

My second big NOPE is for Ares. I’m not surprised they picked him for the asshole brother for Heron to confront, because let’s face it, Ares is always the first choice for a jerkass god. And look, if this was our first introduction to his character, then sure, I would not think much about it, because Ares is Ares, whatever, while enjoying his good look. But the thing that doesn’t sit well with me is the discrepancy between this jerkass and his first season persona, who was much calmer, serious and grim - he was dangerous, but he didn’t feel that much arrogant or into women or entitled the way he was in the newest season. And I admit, it feels to me like watching a totally different person that just happened to have the same handsome face as the previous incarnation. Which is what kinda ruined my joy of watching the show, because Ares was the other reason I bothered to watch Blood of Zeus in the first place. 

Hera too is different but her change makes a sense given what happened in the previous season and what she lost. Ares feels like the case of switching personality for no reason beside the fact that plot demanded it. But at lest he is still the mama's boy. Ares and Hera have this protective side toward each other, and I appreciate those moments.

A minor reason for disliking Ares’ role is the feeling how Ares and Hades visually share a lot similarities (short hair, dark colors, similar helmets) that made me joking Hades was Ares’ favorite uncle to the point he imitated his dark style (pissing off Zeus along the way most likely). I knew the chance BoZ would go with that route was very slim but still what a shame! Though fine, I will admit it: Hades beating Ares was funny to watch.

On second thought, my main complaint about Hades is that though I love how he is presented as a god with a strong sense of justice, it feels he wasn’t feared enough by other gods. Show the man some respect!

Oh! The nice thing worth mentioning is that BoZ remembered about and actually used Hestia in the show. Good for her! She deserves all the attention.

[kiwiana-writes]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @cha-melodius and @stereopticons for the tags! I know I’ve done this in the past, but it’s been a hot minute…

How many works do you have on ao3?

239!

What's your total ao3 word count?

822,937—but that’s a collaboration-boosted lie. Per my writing tracker, words that I have personally written and published on AO3 is 693,613

What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly RWRB these days, but the majority of my back catalogue is Schitt’s Creek, with a few others sprinkled in for fun. The Pairing definitely made my brain whirr… we’ll see.

Top five fics by kudos:

With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest), RWRB, 65.5k, the Much Ado About Nothing stage actor AU

Kinda think that I might be his type, RWRB, 12.8k, Alex and Bea fake date and Alex gets a little distracted by Bea’s brother

We were supposed to find this, RWRB, 3.3k, soulmate AU

We always walked a very thin line, Happiest Season, 2.7k, Riley character study/alternate ending

All the Lonely Starbucks Lovers, RWRB, 5.8k, barista Henry repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth in front of his coworker crush

(This is how I learned Puck It has been knocked out of my top five 😭)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! And absent a Schitt’s Creek resurgence of some kind that sees me absolutely inundated I don’t see that changing.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Five ways it could have ended (and one way it still could), Schitt’s Creek, 1.2k, for the love of god read the tags

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like… most of them? I love to end on a good HEA haha. For sheer joy, though, it’s probably With so much of my heart (that none is left to protest)

Do you get hate on fics?

From time to time. I’m very free with the delete button. Weirdly, it occasionally pops up in the AO3 comments but mostly seems to come to me via anons on tumblr??? I have no idea why.

Do you write smut?

It’s been known to happen, I guess 👀

Craziest crossover:

I haven’t written any AO3-era crossovers! A few fusions/media AUs, but no crossovers.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I’ve only been asked once, and they wanted to post off AO3 which is a big heck nope for me (and my permissions statement has now been updated to reflect that)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Heck yeah I have. I’ve done several anthology-type collaborations where we each wrote a chapter in a fic, and I’ve fully cowritten fics with @ships-to-sail several times. We have another collab coming up for @aroyallybigbangrwrb and I’m also cowriting The Big Secret AU with @indestructibleheart which is essentially us one-upping each other on emotionally devastating ideas until someone writes them down. Good system 😂

All time favorite ship?

Stop making pansexuals choose things.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Look, the chances of kinktober 2021 being finished at this point are slim 😂

Schitt’s Creek kinkverse… I don’t know. I have little snippets written of future fics and they’re great but… idk. Maybe I’ll write one vignette-y wrap up fic one day.

What are your writing strengths?

Narrative POV, dialogue that feels like the characters, epistolary bullshit, smut apparently.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Coming up with actual plot lmao. Visual descriptors — I’m not even remotely a visual person so I really really struggle with writing the sorts of things people can visualise. Also like… the passage of time? A scam.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Love it. I’ll shoulder tap a fluent speaker if I need an actual sentence/anything Google isn’t super reliable for. Forever heartbroken that there are no fics in my second language in AO3 and no reason for me to be able to sprinkle it into my own writing (though one of the subscriber shindig prompts might be about to change that 👀)

First fandom you wrote in?

HP

Favorite fic you've written?

Stop! Asking! Pansexuals! To! Choose! Things!

I don’t know there are 239 of the bloody things 😂 I’m far more interested in what other people’s favourites are than what my own is!

I have no sense of who’s done this already so apologies if this is a double up but tagging @agame-writes @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @getmehighonmagic

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @nontoxic-writes

@read-and-write- @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse @welcometololaland @whimsymanaged and, as always, anyone who wants to play!

[coldgoldlazarus]

After rewatching Into the Spiderverse last week, and my third viewing of Across the Spiderverse this weekend, a bit of a crack theory has been percolating in my head. Some spoilers here, so putting this under a readmore:

I think Doc Ock has a chance of returning in Beyond The Spiderverse. A slim chance, but a chance nonetheless.

Point A: Lack Of Resolution

This is pretty obvious so I won't belabor it; despite her role as a pretty significant villain in ItSV, along with Kingpin and Prowler, the mind behind the supercollider and given a pretty fantastic reveal, she also winds up getting hit by a truck during the climax and not being heard from again. The Prowler died, Kingpin got defeated and webbed up for the police, even Tombstone was seen getting arrested and shoved in a cop car, and the other henchmen like Scorpion also got pretty conclusive defeats at the hands of the 2D spideys during the fight itself.

But with Liv, there's no real confirmation of what happened afterwards; whether she got arrested, or ran off, or the impact was fatal and her body recovered, or what; no clue. (And if she did end up shoved through the Collider and landed in another dimension, she'd be subject to the same glitching, cell decay, and eventual death as the others, without the Spider-society tech to stabilize herself.) And like, that doesn't necessarily mean anything on its own, but at the very least the principle of "didn't see the body" is in play.

(Interestingly, I remember hearing somewhere that there was a deleted scene of her intentionally jumping into the collider portal while saying the "power of the [X] in the palm of my hands!" line that later went to Spot. Though idk where I heard it, so am unsure if this is actually legit. And even if it is, it was still a scene they chose to remove from the final film, so while it could mean that intent is still there, they also could have changed their minds on the idea entirely.)

On its own, I'd be willing to accept that that's probably the last we've seen of her... but as of AtSV, it actually isn't.

Point B: Aaron Haunts The Narrative

This part has no direct connection to her, but bear with me here. If you've seen it, (I hope you have) you know that AtSV ends with the reveal that Miles wasn't sent to his home timeline/universe, but a darker parallel version where his dad is dead but Uncle Aaron is not, and is working with the parallel version of Miles as the Prowler. He does say "I'm not" when our Miles refers to him that way, but the impression I got is that he's halfway-retired from the role but still acting as support for Miles G; the "guy in the chair" if you will.

I digress. Point is, it ends with a return for both Uncle Aaron and the Prowler identity, but this didn't come out of nowhere; all throughout the movie leading up to this, Aaron and/or the Prowler are brought up or indirectly hinted at on an honestly pretty frequent basis. Gwen's drumming recap at the beginning, the memorial grafitti on the rooftop, the Donald Glover cameo, the flash of him on the side of the building during Miles' breakdown sequence as he's rushing to get home, plus a few smaller mentions here and there. ("He takes after his uncle!" during the meeting with the guidance councilor, and a visual comparison with Uncle Ben during the "canon events" presentation, and I feel like there may be a couple others yet that I'm forgetting as well.)

The movie goes out of its way to remind you of him and his importance to Miles at every turn, and part of that is just inherently because he is so important to Miles. But it also feels like, from a writer-to-audience perspective, part of the purpose is also as a reminder; if anyone either saw ItSV but forgot most of it in the intervening time, or simply missed it altogether and for some reason decided to see AtSV first anyway, this makes sure they know exactly who and what he is, so the reveal at the end carries the full emotional weight it needs to. No matter what, you will have the proper context to appreciate Miles' reaction when Aaron steps through that door.

(Also, I just wanna say that I love that reaction in of itself; the hyperventilating panic at first, only to rush in for a tight hug. The mix of terror and comfort that comes with full awareness of both sides of him, and all the associated memories both good and bad, combined with this unexpected chance to see him (or at least a version of him) again. It's just a really great moment on that front.)

But anyway, I'm getting off track again, too many Prowler feels. ^^; What does this have to do with Doc Ock?

Point C: Aaron Isn't Alone In Haunting

This is admittedly both the key part of my theory and also the weakest one overall, so I will readily admit upfront that I may be reading too much into things, and Liv really did bow out for good in ItSV. That being said, here's my thought:

Even if a much lesser extent than Aaron, I couldn't help but notice a similar-seeming trend of brief reminders of her. On one hand, most of these can be fairly easily dismissed as simply maintaining continuity and connection with the first movie, as the bulk of them were in relation to The Spot's backstory as Jonathan Ohm; she was there for the flashback to the misplaced 42 Spider, and then seen again in a framed photo of him, when Gwen was inspecting the remains of his makeshift apartment lab. So while it's a neat inclusion, it doesn't necessarily mean anything more, right? Kingpin got mentioned too, during the Guggenheim fight with Vulture, but I'm pretty sure he isn't going to be making a comeback.

But there is one other instance that feels a bit more significant and out of place, and is what led to this theory in the first place. I mentioned this scene already in relation to the Uncle Aaron foreshadowing/reminders, but going back to it now, there is what I've dubbed the Falling Apart sequence. (From the score that plays during it.) Right after Gwen's talk with her father resolves, we cut back to Miles, swinging through the city in a desperate rush to get back home to his parents in time. (Unaware yet that this isn't his city, his home, his parents, because this isn't his universe.)

Tangential Gushing Over That Scene

It's sort of a dark parallel to the Leap Of Faith/What's Up Danger scene from ItSV, with previous bits of dialogue and past moments echoing in his mind again. There, it was all the inspiration pushing him to finally take the leap and truly become Spiderman; whereas here it's reminders of all the stress and uncertainty he's under as he races against time and possibly destiny itself, not to mention being plagued by doubts after Miguel revealed he possibly shouldn't have become Spiderman to begin with.

But what I especially love is the animation of this sequence, which on first watch I thought was stuff actually happening, but reads more on subsequent viewings like hallucinations during what's basically a panic attack. It's both gorgeous and stressful, with trains derailing and rerailing to chase Miles; the space between the skyscrapers growing narrower and more claustrophobic; and stuff like the 42 Spider, the Spot's arms, and Doc Ock's tentacles also appear briefly to hem him in even further until the end. He finally breaks free at the end, with Aaron's dying words to "just keep going" pushing him to make it the rest of the way 'home' unimpeded, a tiny bit of much-needed catharsis amidst all the overwhelming... everything else.

I really love this scene, in case it wasn't obvious.

Point C, Continued: Why Tentacle Happen?

But to get back on track, nearly everything about this sequence is mainly focused on ideas introduced in Across; the Spot, Miguel, Jefferson's predicted demise. The Spider is from the first movie, but still given extra context now; the first big exception is the reuse of Spider-Ham's line about how "the hardest part of this job is that you can't always save everyone" while images of him, Noir, and Peni appear on the glass building Miles is swinging past. Even that is still relevant to the current crisis, and their appearance there is further justified when they too properly show up again in Gwen's 'band' at the very end.

But then there's this:

The dialogue at this point is a line from Rio; while the appearance of the tentacles definitely further intensifies the claustrophobic crush of the city, it also feels like much more of a non-sequitor than even the 2D Spideys just a few shots earlier. Liv has had nothing to do with anything going on, (or at most, very indirect involvement like the displacing of the 42 Spider) has no dialogue called back to here; and heck, even in ItSV felt more like a rival to Peter B specifically instead of being especially relevant to Miles, compared to Prowler and Kingpin. So why call back to her here? It could indeed just be that the tentacles are good for adding to that entrapped feeling, but given how well-constructed the rest of the sequence was, and how deliberate animation as a process is in general, this would seem oddly careless to include so casually.

Conclusion

On the whole, I'll still readily admit that this is a pretty flimsy bit of 'evidence' (more just symbolism, really) to base a whole theory off of. Yet still, between that part of the Falling Apart sequence, the parallels to how Aaron and Miles G were foreshadowed, Liv's abrupt disappearance and lack of closure in the first film, and the knowledge that this is the first half of a split script, with all sorts of other setup in Across still awaiting payoff in Beyond, I do kinda at least feel like there may be something here.

(At the same time, the docket is already packed with a shitton of stuff that Beyond needs to be able to address and resolve, plus apparently some additional new stuff mentioned in interviews like another Gwen, Toei Spiderman, and Hobie's universe. So with all that going on, I'm not entirely sure they'd have the room for yet another returning character in amidst literally everything else.)

So while I'm not strictly counting on this to come to pass, at least for now, the basic idea is that Doc Ock got hit by that truck, fell through the collider portal and into another universe, (probably Earth 42, possibly elsewhere we may have yet to visit) and somehow found a way to stabilize her glitching to survive during the intervening time, set to make a dramatic return appearance during Beyond.

As to what role she may play, I'm not sure. I could see her making some sort of temporary truce with one of the main Spider-people for a common goal, without giving up on her evil mad science in the long run. Possibly with Miguel's group against the Spot, in exchange for freedom to keep experimenting with the Multiverse instead of getting sent back home, though I also don't think he would be willing to make that bargain unless things are truly desparate and he's fully lost the support of the rest of the Spider Society. So it could also be with Gwen or Miles, against both the Spot and Miguel; the former's more unpredictable tampering and newly eldritch nature getting in the way of her research, while the latter would of course want to put an end to her experiements and send her back home in his efforts to restore order, giving her reason to ally against.

On the other hand, her remaining entirely villainous and antagonistic would also make a lot of sense, if not moreso. If she landed in Earth 42, she could wind up as the big obstacle of the detour instead of Miles G, allowing the latter a more nuanced and dynamic role. Alternately, I could possibly see her further experimentation being connected in some way to the destruction of the universe Miguel replaced himself in, unknowingly sending him on his canon-hardliner spiral, which would certainly give her a lot more relevance to the current conflict.

But ultimately, all of that depends on whether she really would show up again, which as neat as it would be, definitely does feel like a bit of a long shot at the moment. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

[petrichor-idyllic]

To start, I love your writing

Can I request a Minho X male reader where the reader is like Thomas (wants to become a runner, gets rejected and then runs in the maze to save Alby and Minho). But instead of just running off, Minho gets protective of the reader and tries to keep the reader safe in the maze. Idk if that makes sense so dw if it doesn't

Aye absolutely I can. I refuse to believe that anyone in this franchise is straight. I mean, they were surrounded by only lads through their entire teen years- these boys ain't straight.

This is more action based than romantic, but there are some hints at feelings and I think this could easily be the start to a decent romance in the future.

STAY CLOSE

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Masc!Reader. See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some violence.

You were going to be a Runner.

God damn it, you were. It didn't matter that Alby didn't think you were up to it, or Minho kept telling you to wait longer, or that Newt looked at you like you'd lost you mind.

You knew you were. One day, you were going to run the Maze. Even if no one believed you.

You couldn't explain it to anyone, but you're drawn to the Maze. It feels like you're meant to be out there, and you have to explore and decipher it.

And you may or may not have developed a small crush on the Keeper.

But that's not important.

Nothing to do with it.

Absolutely not.

I mean, Minho is somehow the perfect man. In a place like this- and he looks like that? It should be illegal, honestly.

He's also funny, and smart and athletic. You were a goner when you first saw him. The only problem is that you don't know if he likes you, or men, in general.

But anyway, you have other reasons you want to be a Runner. Though, having only been in the Glade for a couple of months, the chance of that is currently pretty slim.

And with Thomas coming up and immediately trying to do the same thing as you; you now have some competition. It doesn't help that Newt seems to have taken a shine to him, which gives him an advantage over you.

That is until Minho and Alby go out into the Maze. After Ben's Banishing, it's a common practice for them to track the boys' footsteps and make sure he's not out there suffering.

"What if they don't make it?" Thomas asks Newt as you stand with the other boys, Newt's gaze fixated on the Doors.

"They're gonna make it." That must be the fifth time you've heard him say that.

It's rare for days like this to go on this long. You've never experienced a Banishing before, but judging by everyone's morbid state- Minho and Alby should've been back long ago.

The time passes painfully slow, but you all end up standing in front of the open Doors, anxiously waiting.

The air is thick with worry, and everyone holds their breath. Numerous people look at Newt, trying to gauge his reaction since he knows them better than anyone.

"There!" Thomas points, just as Minho and Alby emmerge from behind the wall. Minho is struggling, clearly stressed as he's dragging an unconscious Alby.

Maybe you're an idiot, maybe you're brave- actually no, you're definitely a fool. But you can't stand by and let this happen. How could you? Your crush on Minho aside, he's one of, if not, the most valuable members of the Glade. If you have any chance of ever escaping the Maze- you need Minho. All of you do.

You run into the Maze as blurs of the Gladers shouting becomes static behind you. You know that none of them are going to go after them. You're new enough that the rules aren't some kind of daunting, all-commanding being to you yet like they are to them.

"Minho!" You shout, grinding to a halt as panic flashes across his face.

"(Y/N)? You can't-"

"Slim it, man, c'mon," you pull Alby's other arm over your shoulder, taking some of the weight off of the Keeper. Minho isn't going to leave Alby.

You know that. Even the Galders know that as they shout at you to abandon the Leader.

You manage to cover some ground as the actual size of the Maze dawns on you. Even the one corridor leading to the Glade is unfathomably huge.

Your hopes dwindle when the grumbling of the Doors sends a wave through the entire Glade.

Minho lets out some kind of animalistic war cry, his voice is rough and guttural. You're too busy focusing on Minho as he collapses to even notice Thomas pulling the same stunt as you until the Doors are fully closed.

"Good job," Minho spits, "you've both just killed yourselves."

"What?" Thomas mumbles, whilst you bring your hands to your head, struggling to process what's going on. The new boy scrambles to his feet, heavy breathing filling the now silent halls. "What happened to him?"

"What's it look like?" Minho's voice drips with anger. "He got stung."

"What happened to his head?"

"I did what I had to do."

The mechanical screeching from a Griever makes you physically jump, as you stand a few feet away from the other boys.

Minho groans as he stands, clearly exhausted and in pain.

"Okay, help me get him up," Thomas says, getting completely ignored.

"We gotta go. The Maze is already changing."

"Hey, Minho!" Thomas shouts, clearly braver than you as he seems to have some confidences whilst you've been stunned to silence. "We can't just leave him here."

Minho looks back as you come to Alby's side.

"He's right," you add, "he'd never leave us."

Minho is reluctant, but he begrudgingly agrees, walking over and helping you both scoop up Alby. It's not exactly easy, but the three of you just about manage.

You're too busy to talk, but the daunting thought plagues all of you, and eventually, Minho vocalises it. He drops Alby, groaning and you and Thomas copy him.

"This isn't gonna work," he breathing is heavy and he's twice as exhausted as you two. "We gotta go."

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Thomas sits by Alby's unconscious body. "We gotta do something- we gotta hide him!"

"Where?"

"I don't know- Minho, just think! You're telling me there's not a single place we could take him?"

Out of nowhere, Minho lashes forward, grabbing Thomas' shirt collar and slamming him into the wall behind him.

"Listen to me, shuck-face, alright? Take a look around- there's no where to go!" Minho lets go and Thomas looks petrified. The boy stands, almost like his rage shocked even him. "You don't get it, we're already dead."

Despite their arguing, you've been distracted by the ivy. It's thick and covers the entire wall. It looks sturdy, but the other boys are too busy arguing to notice you.

You ignore their bickering. "Hey, guys?" You get no response. "Guys!" They freeze, snapping to look at you. "I've got an idea."

Minho was quick to turn his nose up at the idea, but Thomas was beyond eager. Sure, using a physics rope mechanism out of ivy is up there, but what other choice did you have?

Thomas got to work collecting ivy one way, whilst you and Minho started harvesting from another area.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" Your word comes out as more of a grunt as you rip another branch off the wall.

"Stick with me, okay?"

"What?"

"Whatever happens, stay close to me, alright?"

"Why would I-?"

"Just do it, yeah? The Greenie is in over his head. We need to keep moving and even if your plan works, we're gonna have to split up eventually." He sighs, rubbing his brow. "So, just stay with me."

You hesitate for a second. You have no idea what Minho's going to do. Hell, you doubt he even does, but you eventually nod.

Minho doesn't really know what's going on in his own head. He's scared. The poor shank hasn't ever been more so. But, despite all that, he's overwhelmed with the urge to protect you. He doesn't understand his own feelings; he should be focusing on saving his own ass- not yours.

Alas, here he is.

Your plan is a surprising success, even if it takes a lot of effort to hurl Alby up the wall. And you had to pull off an impressive climbing feat to string him up in the first place.

But you're on the move now.

The three of you heave as you pull Alby up.

"Two, three," Minho counts you in before you yank once again. You're feeling confident, this seems to be actually working.

Only for the mechanical whirring of a Griever to be creeping around the corner.

Minho's grip loosens, one of his hands sliding up and grabbing your wrist from behind whilst you still hold on.

"What are doing?" Thomas gasps. "What are you doing?"

"We gotta go. We gotta go."

"No, no, no."

"No, we gotta go."

"Minho, we're nearly there," you object.

"Yeah, just a little more and we'll tie it off. Minho, stay with me, okay?" Thomas tries to convince him, but it's no use.

"I'm sorry, Greenie."

With little to no warning, Minho's grip on you tightens, yanking you towards him and dragging you with him.

"Minho! (Y/N)!" Thomas yells, but Minho's grip on you is iron and gives you you no chance to respond as you stumble to catch your feet. You have little choice but to sprint with him, picking up speed as guilt consumes you.

Eventually, you come to your senses, ripping your arm away. This makes Minho grind to a halt, not getting the opportunity to process before you push him in the chest.

"You useless prick!" You snap. "I can't believe you made us leave him!"

"Look," he pants, "I said I'd look out for you- and I did. If we stayed with him, we'd be dead!"

In all honesty, Minho knows he should've tried to at least grab Thomas, too. But the boy is far too stubborn and reckless for his own good. But he couldn't leave you. For some reason, he just couldn't. He said he'd look after you and he was going to, dammit, even if it killed him.

"You're meant to be the fucking Keeper! And, what? You pussy out when things get too scary? We have to go back!"

"We're not going back," Minho's voice is calmer, desperation starting to sink in, "Okay? We're not. We're dead if we even think of it."

"Thomas could be dead, anyway. Alby too. We went through all that for nothing- and Thomas ran in here to save your dumbass. So, I'm going back, even if you aren't."

With that, you turn on your heels, you footsteps fading as you hear Minho mumble something to himself. Until his heavy footsteps pick up behind you.

"I'm gonna kill you if we die," he grumbles as he joins you at your side. You scoff in response.

Making your way back, you look up, finding Minho strung up how you'd intended.

"Where's Thomas?"

"Beats me," Minho shrugs, "there was a Griever hanging around here though."

You glare at him, opening your mouth to speak when you hear Thomas scream. You don't hesitate to break into a sprint, Minho shouting after you before caving in and running after you.

You grind to a halt at the edge of a cliff, Minho hot on your heels. You both stare in awe as Thomas wrestles with a Griever, somehow dropping between its legs and leaving it tangled in the ivy.

"No shuckin' way," Minho mumbles to himself, both of you watching as Thomas runs off below you. "C'mon," he smacks you in the chest, "we'll meet him."

Once again, the pair of you take off sprinting through the Maze. Somehow, you're able to predict the way you're meant to be going, taking Minho's side instead of letting him lead the way.

Thomas is startled when he practicly runs into the pair of you.

"Crazy son of a bitch!" Minho laughs. "Come on!"

You and Thomas exchange concerned looks, but oblige regardless.

"The Maze is changing," he says as he slows, "we can lose it up here!"

You stick close to Minho as one of the walls starts to move towards you, sprinting down, only to realise Thomas hasn't followed you.

"Thomas! Come on!" You shout as he looks between you and back where you've just come from.

You hear him shout before he starts sprinting towards you, a Griever hot on his heels.

"Come on, Thomas!"

"Don't look back Greenie!"

For the second time today, Thomas is nearly crushed by a wall as he scoots through, the wall squishing the Griever like a bug just before it reaches the three of you.

The three of you stand there, stunned, staring at the gooey mess dribbling out of the crack in the wall.

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

"Holy shit."

"You're crazy, man!" You let out a laugh, playfully punching Thomas on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, what now?" Thomas turns to Minho.

"We lay low, keep moving, we'll come back for Alby when we see first light."

You all nod in agreements.

"Thank you, by the way," Minho says as you walk through the Maze. With no threat at present, there's no point wasting your precious energy.

"For what?" Thomas walks ahead, seemingly entranced by the Maze itself, so there's definitely no way he's eavesdropping.

"For making me come back- you were right, and now Tommy boy has killed a Griever. And for the scheme with Alby; some good quick thinkin' there shank."

"Yeah, well, being a Runner takes more than being fast, right?"

"Ah, so you do listen," you think you might be imagining it, but his tone sounds almost flirty, "you're still on this Runner klunk?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You sure? Tonight not put you off yet?"

"Nope. I want to be a Runner- this hasn't changed that."

"Well," he hums, "if we actually survive the rest of this shit show, I'll be sure to make you a Runner; first thing."

You stop walking, almost stunned by the comment. It makes sense, but it still makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"What?" He says as he slows to look back at you, casually walking backwards.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious. Hell, if we get back to the Glade alive, I'll make Alby a shuckin' Runner."

Somehow, the remainder of the night is surprisingly uneventful. The three of you struggle but you manage to get Alby down.

Srambling to the Maze, you're all exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

But, as you hear the Doors open, starting to round the corner and hearing the cheers if the boys as they notice you, you suddenly feel more alive than you ever have.

"So," Minho struggles, trying not to drop his side of Alby, looking over his shoulder at you as you carry his legs, "you ready to be a Runner, dude?"

You grin at him. "Shuck yeah."

Sorry for the slow posting guys, I've been working a lot. Like I said before, this one isn't very romance based but the prompt wasn't romantic, so I worked with it.

I hope you liked this anyway :)

[miyamiwu]

Not so much a theory but just me trying to make sense of everything that's happened so far. This will be a stream-of-consciousness dump.

LINK CLICK S2E8 SPOILERS!!!

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So remember how, in season 1, when CXS changed something in the past, it would later reflect in their present? In the kidnapped child case, kid!CXS and adult!CXS had appeared at the same time. In the Xu Shanshan case, the gang received a mysterious call, which turned out to be because an alt!CXS had issued a challenged to red-eyes in the past.

So with that in mind, we can just focus on one timeline—the one being shown to us. Any changes made in alternate timelines would reflect in the present that the audience sees.

Our current present is LG saving CXS from being kidnapped, resulting in him taking his place.

Qiao Ling had hypothesized that maybe that wasn't Lu Guang but an alt-timeline!CXS because LG seemed more physically strong.

For this hypothesis to be true, CXS has to dive into the past as Lu Guang and rescue the past!CXS in one go. (A photo can only be used once.)

The chances of this going correctly is slim. Without Lu Guang, Cheng Xiaoshi has no idea what's gonna happen while in the dive. He didn't even know what object Lu Guang used to break the window (it was definitely not the kettle!). Also, does he even know where to find a speedboat? How about driving one? And if you had looked closely in the LG and LTC fight, you can see that LG was always trying to avoid being touched by LTC. That means he already knows how his ability is activated. On the off-chance CXS manages to reach past!CXS on time, it will all be for naught anyway coz he won't able to defend against LTC.

That's why I think Qiao Ling is wrong. It was never an alt!LG. It was the real Lu Guang all along.

As for how to explain his improved physical state... well, that's something I don't have an answer yet for. I do believe in the alt-timeline/future Lu Guang theories, though. If LG is from the future, maybe he's had some time to train.

Another theory of mine is that LG didn't actually suddenly got better at martial arts. He just knew how Li Tianchen would move, so he was able to defend against him. (Maybe LG can see the future).

Or maybe Lu Guang had relived this rescue many times and only now did he finally get it right. (Time loop maybe?)

As for him being able to resist the pain of his injury... idk man, adrenaline, I guess? Love can make you desperate lol.

Anyways, writing-wise, it's so easy to just dump everything on Lu Guang coz he's still shrouded in mystery. He's always seemed like he knows a lot about their abilities, and who knows what the true extent of his abilities is.

If Cheng Xiaoshi can't do the rescue right in one go, then how are they gonna explain him diving a second time?

Also, I find it hard to believe that CXS would want to endanger Lu Guang many times while he's acting as him. If he just doesn't dive, won't Lu Guang be saved?

What's sus here is the photo LG left. Did he know CXS can open his phone, or was that a save point he had actually left for himself in case he fails to save CXS?

But why would he not bring his phone? Was he afraid the enemy would get ahold of it?

But without his phone, and by extension, the photo, how can he go back in time?

Maybe his time-travel ability doesn't require a photo? (LTC definitely didn't have a photo when he was controlling WJ and CXS. His ability was just activated by touch)

Come to think of it, CXS's ability is also activated by touch (clapping). What about Lu Guang? Maybe he has a touch-based ability, too. After all, they can have more than one abilities.

LG can see what happens in a photo, and thru CXS diving, he can also record it. If it's a CCTV, he can hijack it and make it his eyes.

LTC can possess someone directly, but he can also just bewitch them through touch.

CXS can go back in time, and he can also possess people

I have no idea where I'm going here... Still confused as ever

[sonicasura]

With the Bendy x TFP, where is Audrey, or what about Gent? They could possibly play as secondary villians like MECH was, trying to capture the Ink Demon or nab the kids as bait/experiments.

Of course, there's also his old form. How would they feel if they knew how he was made, what happened to him and what he did, what Wilson did and how he changed because of it. June would, again, freak over how skinny and malnourished he is, and his more visible and hindering injuries. And the thought of Raf searching up Henry Stein for even a slim chance of the Ink Demon meeting him, or at least getting to visit his grave would be touching.

Audrey and GENT is currently unknown. Things hadn't gotten easier for her or Bendy over the years as the company been relentless in their pursuit of the Ink Machine. Our dear Ink Demon left Audrey for her safety since GENT's interest in him would be greater. Bendy was on his own for years hunting down everyone involved with the twisted inky experiments.

He planned on vanishing once the job was down until Raf cross his path. Bendy can see a lonely child and things were set just like that. Not all of GENT disappeared as the remnants would soon become MECH. Notes and discarded Keeper remains were the start with concept moving from ink to machines.

Bendy does revert to his previous state seen in the BATIM sometimes. It usually occurs whenever deeply exhausted or about to have a mental shutdown. This is him showing true weakness unlike disguising himself as Little Bendy.

It first happened when the notes found during Operation Breakdown episode were from GENT which includes bits of his creation and the treatment once imprisoned by Wilson. Bendy broke down, melting into the more unstable form seen in BATIM much to everyone's shock. This is the real him behind that cynical rough visage.

Bendy can't exactly explain his past verbally without rendering himself mute. Thus he has it displayed through a film reel infused with some of his ink to tell it instead. Everyone was horrified and disgusted at what went down. No one could blame Bendy though.

He was treated like a mistake meant to be hidden. All that isolation, hate and abandonment would break anyone much less someone who just been born. Joey refused to admit that he made Bendy like this. He even had the gall to paint him a monster for twisted time loop.

Audrey is the only one who actually tried to reach out and make a connection. You can say this is the point where Bendy made a claim on Team Prime. A very rare feat as to earn the Ink Demon's trust is to earn his aid and power.

Raf does look up Henry with some help from Fowler. The real man had passed away a year ago but they do know where he been buried. His children would one day visit their father's grave only to find a bouquet of inky black roses that never wilt.