#to being exclusively lacking self awareness

[champion-prism]

you say I killed you (haunt me, then)

Living, breathing, feeling, and yet an extension of another. When did you realise they all thought of you as Satoru’s possession?

And when did you realise you thought of yourself as a part of Satoru?

Brought into the Gojo clan as a young child, you realize you cannot think of a time before the young heir declares you to be his.

Chapter 1 of 4

Gojo Satoru is only four years old when he comes to understand that his father is a coward. 

Quiet, self-possessed, and acutely aware of the tensions in the room, Satoru sits with his legs folded underneath him, hands placed palms down on his knees. His chin is tilted downwards. He would be the model of a respectful child, if his uncommonly bright blue eyes were focused on his lap rather than the adults in the room. As it was, his defiance shines through his glare. 

His father is too busy cowering to notice, but Satoru knows his father lacks the ability to punish him, anyway. That exclusive right seems to belong to his uncle, the solemn and stately figure that his father is currently prostrating himself to. 

Gojo Satoru is four years old when he comes to understand that he dislikes his grandfather, the uptight, power-hungry head of the Gojo clan. 

“It must come to pass, ultimately,” his grandfather says. “The child has to manifest Limitless. The world anticipates it, but to have it come to pass will make them bow before us.”

 “Perhaps we should have this conversation later,” says his uncle.

Satoru lifts his chin, then, turning his head to fix his uncle with a straight stare. The implication is clear; his uncle doesn’t want him in the room.

“I want to hear,” he says, and his will be done, for whatever Satoru wants, he needs only speak it into existence. 

“There is not much to hear but that you are strong, Satoru,” his grandfather murmurs in a way that exposes him for a moment. His father makes no comment, head still bowed. 

Satoru’s father is afraid of his older brother, and afraid of his own father. He is afraid of the smallest possibility of Satoru not manifesting Limitless, and having nothing but raw cursed energy and the Six Eyes. Satoru privately thinks his father is being an idiot. His cursed technique will come. His grandfather and uncle discuss it regularly, and Satoru is unscrupulous enough to eavesdrop. No, the elders’ concern is inciting the cursed technique to show itself as soon as possible. To assert their trump card, to have the promise of his immense power fulfilled as soon as possible. 

For what, he doesn’t know. What he does know is that his uncle makes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up. 

His father is a coward. Of all the people in the room, Satoru can literally see that he has the least amount of cursed energy- as opposed to the massive reserves of cursed energy that Satoru himself possesses. His father does not have enough cursed energy to power even the most neutral, simple application of Limitless that his clan members can channel. To make up for it, Satoru’s father cleans his own father and brother’s boots with his tongue. 

His nose wrinkles in disdain as he listens to his father mumble about deferring to the better judgement of all the clan elders. His uncle sighs in exasperation. Of everyone in the room. Satoru dislikes his uncle the least. Momentarily, they are united in derision, before his uncle breaks eye contact to address the others. 

Satoru listens to them discuss ways of accelerating the manifestation of his technique, and the best ways to showcase his power to other clans. He listens to his grandfather congratulate his father on having redeemed his own uselessness by bringing such a powerful child into the world, something he has heard too many times to count.

Counting reminds him of his lessons, and the thought of his lessons irritates him. Not that he dislikes counting. Numbers are his favourite part of lessons- no, Satoru is only strongly disgusted by his tutor’s insistence that he focus more on learning his letters. 

Why should Satoru have to learn to read when he could easily have someone read to him? He sees no point of it. For someone as powerful as him, spending time learning to read seems like a waste of precious time. 

“Again, this is not a conversation we should be having in front of the child,” his uncle says in a whispered hiss. Satoru regrets being distracted from listening to them, but then again, it’s not like they often say anything truly worth listening to. 

“Satoru, you are dismissed,” his grandfather says.

“Go play, Satoru,” his father immediately nods along. 

Satoru fights to urge to stick his tongue out at the old man. He doesn’t care enough, though, so he stands and exits the room soundlessly. 

As he shuts the sliding door behind him, he can hear his father still agreeing with everything that his grandfather says.

Pathetic man. 

But the morning is bright and sunny, and the big house has a pretty back garden that he can dig for bugs in, so he forgoes his bad mood in favour of ruining his pretty blue yukata in the mud. His nurse, Aoki, always dresses him well for any visits to his grandfather’s house, and is more often than not completely dismayed by the state of his clothes when he returns. 

He grins as he digs through the mud with his pale little hands.. There are enough maids here for him to torment by bringing in fat, juicy beetles and shoving them at the women as they scream. Satoru enjoys that very much. Most of all, he likes to chase them with bugs in his hands. Aoki has largely gotten over her disgust for bugs, but the big house is populous enough for him to find fresh victims. 

He watches the ebb and flow of cursed energy as he plays in the dirt with his four metaphysical eyes, his two physical ones trained on his task in the mud. It seems as if the elders are all starting to disagree. Of all the cursed energy signatures, his uncle’s flares the easiest, impatient with his father. 

Something has happened. He sits up straight, blinking as the sun hits his eyes. The Six Eyes follow the flared trail of his uncle’s cursed energy leaving the room where his father and grandfather are. He seems to be rushing to leave the house, but abruptly changes his mind, heading instead towards the back garden where Satoru plays. Satoru’s back is turned towards the patio, but that doesn’t matter. His spatial awareness is the best in the entire world, of course.

“What is it, Ojisan?” he asks, not bothering to turn. His uncle’s shadow looms over him as the man approaches, then takes a seat in the dirt beside his nephew. 

He is formally dressed, as Satoru is. His much larger hands mimic Satoru’s, digging in the dirt. 

“Satoru-kun,” he says, “do you like your training?”

“Mostly,” Satoru replies. “I don’t like learning letters.”

He gets a chuckle for a response. 

“You are still a child,” his uncle says, more to himself than to Satoru. “You are strong, you are, but your childhood is your own to have. Do not let your father or grandfather take that from you.”

Gojo Satoru is four years old when he decides he likes his uncle best of everyone in his clan. Not that this decision has anything to do with what his uncle says to him, which to a four year old sounds like the typically meaningless ramblings of an adult. Satoru likes his uncle for not being above digging in the dirt, and not arguing with him about the virtues of learning letters. 

Beside him, his uncle sighs. 

“Sometimes, I think it would have been kinder for you to have been born a little less powerful.”

“That’s silly,” Satoru retorts. “I would hate to be weak. I hate the weak.”

“That is not very fair, child,” his uncle replies. “Not all our clan is perfectly strong, but we respect them all the same, don’t we?”

“No,” says Satoru, curtly.

His uncle sighs again. 

“You’re a good boy, Satoru,” he smiles. “You will be kinder when you are older.”

There isn’t much more conversation before his uncle gets up, trying in vain to dust off his clothes. 

“Be good for your father, won’t you? I have to go fetch your aunt from Tokyo. Don’t let anyone train you too hard.”

There’s a smile on his uncle’s face that crinkles his eyes, a smile which Satoru returns. His aunt likes to cook food and make sweets. Her return from Tokyo undoubtedly means fresh, homemade daifuku for Satoru. 

A few hours into the day, Satoru’s father finds him chasing around the maids with two beetles clamped in his fists. It ends up being a good day for Satoru, who is able to release the beetles on the maids’ arms before going home. His father can only laugh at his antics, much to the chagrin of his victims. 

The multiple houses in the Gojo estate are all within walking distance from each other. It is early evening as Satoru walks beside his father in the direction of their home, after having turned up his delicate little nose at the notion of holding his father’s hand for safety.

“When’s Ojisan coming back from Tokyo?” he asks, all of a sudden. 

“It should be at least a few weeks,” his father answers, and Satoru wilts a bit. “Your aunt is close to having her baby, and I daresay she won’t want to travel immediately after the birth.”

Ah, his aunt is close to having her-

“Huh?”

“Your aunt is close to having a baby, Satoru, that is why she’s in Tokyo. Did your uncle not tell you?”

Satoru takes a few seconds to process this information. Sure, he hadn’t seen his aunt in a while, but last he did, she never mentioned a baby of any sort. Neither did his uncle. 

“Ojisan didn’t tell me,” he says, his mouth turning sulky. 

“Probably because he’s afraid to jinx it. Your aunt has had trouble with having babies before,” his father shrugs, heart clearly not in the conversation. But Satoru is contemplating. He’s only seen babies from a distance, before, and he mostly remembers them being loud lump-like creatures. 

“Do you think she’ll have a strong baby?”

“Not as strong as you, that’s for sure!” his father crows in reply, and that’s the end of that. They’re home, and he is handed over to Aoki, who fusses over his dirty yukata. She chides  lightly for having dirt under his fingernails, then takes him upstairs to draw up a bath. 

“My aunt is having a baby,” he says, as the water runs. 

“Oh?” says Aoki, mildly interested. “Poor woman, I hope this time works out for her.”

Odd choice of words, but Satoru isn’t too interested in Aoki’s thoughts on the subject, so he stays silent while she helps him peel off his clothes and get into the bath. He thinks back to his aunt’s absence from home for a while, and longs for warm daifuku. Not the kind their cook makes, but specifically his aunt’s. 

He wishes he’d brought back a beetle to bother Aoki with.

—

A few weeks turn into a few months into very close to a year. His uncle does not make an appearance. Satoru is being forced to learn to read both Japanese and English. His grandfather has him instructed on the history of the Gojo clan, which he likes to tune out in favour of daydreaming about being a swordfighter. His lessons are all brief, thankfully, after which he is released into the gardens to entertain himself as he wishes.

He likes running around in the grass, and peeking into the edges of the wood that borders the estate in all directions but one. Sometimes, he’ll find a long stick which he can brandish as a sword, and pretend to be a knight. 

He is to turn five soon. He wonders idly what to ask for on his birthday. He gets whatever he asks for on any given day, and so far, none of the ideas he has seem birthday-worthy in the slightest. He decides to ask for snow, since it hasn’t snowed yet and he’d like to be able to pelt people with snowballs. 

He can feel cursed energy from the woods, can trace the flares of older kids from the Gojo clan exploring the place. He has the misfortune of being the youngest in the clan, with no peers to associate with. He doesn’t particularly care for the older kids, either- they’re nervous around him, and he disdains them for it. 

So his companions are his sticks and bugs and occasionally Aoki. He wonders about his aunt and her baby. Would it be large enough for him to play with? He entertains himself briefly with the image of a small cousin minion to follow him around and do his bidding and play sword-sticks with him. He wonders if he could ask for a minion on his birthday. 

It is the twenty second of November, and preparations at the Gojo estate are already in full swing. Every year, there is a massive party to celebrate the birth of their little prince, complete with mountains of presents brought by the families of the most prominent jujutsu clans in the country. Offerings range from books and toys to actual gold and diamonds, trying to curry favour with a spoiled little boy who scarcely pays attention to who got him what.

Most of the preparations take place in his grandfather’s house, where the party takes place. It has several components to it, but for most of it, Satoru is to be dressed up and sat beside his father and grandfather, polite and pretty until the guests leave, when he tears into his presents and gorges himself on sweets till he gets sick. 

When he marches into his house and sees Aoki, he makes his demands known immediately. 

“Tell my uncle to bring my baby cousin for my birthday,” he says, without preamble. “I want it to play with me.”

Aoki, who has been embroidering the Gojo family crest into a pair of Satoru-sized socks, looks up at him in surprise. 

“Oh, Satoru-sama,” she says, softly. “Your aunt lost the baby.”

He frowns in response. 

“Can’t she find it?” he questions. Aoki makes a face, then goes on.

“What I mean is, the baby… Well, she couldn’t have the baby. There is no baby,” she says, trying to explain the concept of stillborns to the young master without upsetting him. 

“Then tell her to get one,” Satoru responds. “I want one for my birthday.”

“Satoru-sama,” Aoki protests weakly, but he’s already on his way back out into the gardens. He makes a mental note to repeat his request to his father and grandfather, and feels nothing short of certainty that he will have a loyal follower sooner than later.

—

On his birthday, Satoru is less bothersome to dress than he is on other days of the year. Even as a small child, he senses the seriousness in the air when it comes to this event, this large scale gathering held by his clan. He knows in fact that it has mostly to do with him, but fortunately for Aoki, he is cooperative whilst she bathes him, sprays him with a mild, child friendly scent, and dresses him in beautiful, expensive clothing.

On days when he is so excessively docile, she rather adores being his nurse. Gojo Satoru is an angelic (looking) child. She enjoys dressing him up- it feels like playing dress up with a life-sized doll, only far more beautiful. She has always had the liberty to choose his clothing.

For this event, she picks out a silk haori and hakama set in blue and silver, and fawns over how lovely he looks. She is not older than twenty five, herself, and she thinks that if she ever has a child, she should be lucky if it looks anywhere near as beautiful as Gojo Satoru.

“Do you think Ojisan will come?” he asks, innocently, and Aoki melts.

“I don’t know, Satoru-sama,” she tells him. “I hope he does. You miss him, don’t you?”

“I want my present,” he says, dreamily, and she supposes that’s the five year old child equivalent of admitting to missing someone. 

It is early afternoon, and they are at the big house. Aoki has heard whispers off late, concerning moving her young master to his grandfather’s residence. It is where the heir should reside, and be trained. She hopes it comes to happen- she does not like dealing with Satoru’s father. He is widowed, and has no wife to keep his wandering eyes in check.

“Satoru-sama, will you promise me not to get your clothes dirty the first chance you get?” she asks him, crouching down to his height. “I’ll sneak you some extra mochi from the kitchens.”

He mulls it over, then shakes his head. 

“I can’t promise that,” he says. “I can’t promise that at all.”

She sighs- it was worth a shot, atleast. 

She takes him by hand and repeats all the instructions she has been giving him for the past two years. To sit quietly by his elders, to remember to have his back straight, to be a good boy and think of all the mochi he’ll be allowed to have afterwards. 

Of course, being as young as he is, he is given a break every half an hour or so, when his father takes him around the room to nod to the bows of several groups of adults. 

Satoru is seated on a soft cushion beside his grandfather, feet tucked neatly underneath him. His gaze is calm, but every person it lands on feels a shiver go up their spine. The amount of cursed energy in the room makes him blink his eyes more rapidly, an uncomfortable pressure on his head. As the afternoon progresses into evening, he longs to run into the gardens, to feel the cool winter air on his cheeks. 

That is, until his uncle’s cursed energy enters his radius of perception. It holds his attention for less than a second before he senses another presence- an amount of cursed energy so bright he wishes he could shut all six of his eyes. But the sensation is only uncomfortable for a few moments. Most of all, he feels a restless curiosity. 

He turns to his grandfather.

“I wish to be excused,” he says, with a glare so pointed he would not be refused. Not at the risk of a very public tantrum. His grandfather nods at him, privately grateful at having gotten the child to behave for the past few hours. 

The bright cursed energy beside his uncle has split from him, and now lingers somewhere in the gardens. His uncle is approaching the house from one of the back entrances, he senses- he doesn’t care. He weaves through several crowds of adults and darts into the kitchens, from where he escapes to the gardens. 

The sky is darkening rapidly. Satoru’s cheeks flush in the cold, but he quickly pinpoints his target, playing by herself in the grass. 

He’d hoped his uncle would bring a boy. 

He isn’t disappointed for long, though. Although it is dark, his bright eyes can see her face perfectly. 

It’s a nice face.

It’s actually a really nice face- he finds himself content to simply stare. She looks around his age, which is good. She has a lot of cursed energy. She also seems to have a curse with her. 

Curious. 

He walks up to her as she turns to stare at him with wide eyes. 

“You must be my present!” he says as a way of introduction. 

“I’m Satoru,” he grins.

The girl just stares. Then she frowns a bit, and starts to walk away. 

“Oh,” he says, following her. “You’ve got it wrong- you’re supposed to follow me, not lead!”

She gives him another strange look, and quickens her pace. As she walks towards the back patio, Satoru’s uncle emerges from inside, eyes lighting up when he sees her. 

“Gojo-sama!” she exclaims when she sees him, breaking into a run towards him. Satoru follows, only for her to grab onto his uncle’s legs and turn towards Satoru accusingly.

“This boy is trying to talk to me!”

She’s scowling and she looks quite upset- not that she has the right to, Satoru thinks. He scowls, too. 

“Oji-san, tell her she’s my present!”

“I am not!”

“Children!” his uncle laughs, crouching down to their heights. “This is my nephew, little one,” he says to the girl, tone gentle. “Please be kind to him.”

Satoru nods in agreement. 

“And Satoru, the present I bought you is with the other presents- it is not a child.”

Satoru squints at him quizzically. 

“Isn’t this your baby, Ojisan? The one you went to Tokyo for?”

He must have said something wrong, because his uncle’s face falls. 

“Ah, Satoru, did your father tell you I went to get a baby? It is all a bundle of confusion, but I don’t have a baby.” His uncle then puts an arm around the little girl, bringing her forward.

“But I’m hoping that the clan will be alright with my taking care of this little one, here. Will you be nice to her, Satoru?”

“Will she play with me?” Satoru retorts. “You should be my friend,” he tells the girl, forgoing resentment for a broad smile. He likes looking at her, he really does. 

She glances at his uncle for confirmation, and abruptly bows to Satoru. She says her name, and Satoru repeats it with fascination. 

“Very good,” grins his uncle, his smile very like Satoru’s. He takes her hand in one of his, and Satoru’s in his other, bringing them together in a shake. Her hand is cold, but Satoru holds onto it, not wanting to let go. His eyes are fixed on her face, not in the slightest bothered by the curse he can see lingering around her. 

“I like mochi,” he says, pulling at her hand to drag her away from his uncle, who only calls out for Satoru to be nice to her. 

He doesn’t need to be told. For all his faults, he’s not the sort of child who likes to mistreat or break his toys. He sing-songs your name as he takes you to the edge of the gardens, near where the woods start. 

“Do you wanna play sword fights?” he says, not bothering to wait for an answer as he begins to scrounge about for sticks. You drop to your knees beside him.

“You can play a villain,” you tell him. He frowns in response, this strange blue-eyed boy, and shakes his snowy head.

“If you’re not nice, I’ll make you play a princess,” he warns, pale face all red. 

“What’s wrong with playing a princess?” you ask confused. 

“They’re weak,” Satoru says.

This is news to you. But you don’t want to be stuck playing a princess if they’re weak, so you decide to be a little nicer to Satoru. Gojo-sama did say it was his birthday, and you know one of the rules of birthdays is to be nice to the person whose birthday it is. 

“You’re cursed, aren’t you?” says Satoru. “Did my uncle bring you here to break your curse?”

You find a suitable stick, and use it to poke at the ground.

“I don’t know,” you say, softly. “I don’t remember much before Gojo-sama found me.”

“You’re cursed,” says Satoru, nodding as if he knows the secrets of the universe. “I can see it. I have six eyes.”

You frown at him. 

“You’re a little weird, Satoru,” you say. He only grins in response. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I won’t be upset with you for saying that. I’m nice to things that are mine.”

He keeps saying that. You feel intense irritation bubbling up inside you, so you do the first thing that comes to your mind. You’ve been poking at the ground with your stick for a while, and a good amount of soil has come loose. You bend down, ball up some soft earth in your tiny fist, and chuck it at him. 

Satoru laughs merrily as the mud strikes his cheek. He’s not to be left behind- he grabs fistfuls of grass and dirt and flings them at you, and soon enough, you’re having a full-fledged mud war. 

At some point, a woman comes to fetch Satoru and is completely horrified at the mess of both your clothes, but especially his. She addresses you with formality and introduces herself as “Satoru-sama’s” nurse. Satoru is sitting in the dirt beside you, giggling and poking at your cheek. You giggle back, and push into him a little. 

“She’s my present,” Satoru says happily, and you wonder if he’s a little stupid. 

[doodoocumfart]

My favourite genre of shiv fan is the one who understands the intricacies of misogyny w shiv’s character and then act like an intentionally obtuse dumbass when u bring up racism

[magicshop]

no way am I seeing 🪖 pictures in the cc tags... y'all are sick

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

autism awareness & autism acceptance not either or. not mutually exclusive. can coexist. need coexist.

“there enough awareness for autism already 🙄 we need acceptance”

ok. you aware of high support needs autism? aware what that even means? not “need reminder take meds need remind take shower” “high” support needs autism, but “need full physical help do bADLs lack danger awareness may accidentally hurt self or even kill self without support” high support needs autism? not just higher support needs people who can be independently online do advocacy, but those who need help from others even be online, or those who cannot be online at. all.?

aware of nonverbal nonspeaking people? not just nonverbal nonspeaking people who can write grammatically correct cannot tell apart base on writing. not just nonverbal nonspeaking people who can be online who can advocate online.

aware of nonverbal nonspeaking people who cannot communicate in way that easily understood, either for now, or ever? aware of nonverbal nonspeaking people without functional communication, aware of how without functional communication, how that drastically limit communication, even though behaviors are valid communication? aware of nonverbal nonspeaking people who may never use AAC fluently even with best support?

aware of technically verbal but very limited verbal autistics who may only able say wants & needs but not other things and certainly not online advocacy, “despite being verbal”?

aware of just how much our life depends on caregiver/carer/PCA/etc? aware how vulnerable that make us? aware of abuse from caregivers? aware of caregiver burnout from lack of support for caregivers, & how that impact our care we receive? have you even heard of term respite care? aware of those of us who cannot separate ourselves from caregiver? aware of those of us who cannot participate in autism community without caregiver?

aware of visibly autistic people? aware how we not automatically believed? aware how we often bear blunt of violence because we most easily identified target because we visible? aware visible =/= get support, aware that many those diagnosed severe who now adult so no longer qualify for services under 21 year old, languish in hospitals because nowhere to go? aware how long life saving necessary waitlists are? aware that even to this day parents have to fight school fight day service fight government fight insurance for them give their nonverbal nonspeaking child AAC & be properly taught how use it? actually, are you aware of how properly teach AAC to nonverbal nonspeaking, developmentally delayed child who may or may not have intellectual disability?

actually, aware of autistics with (correctly diagnosed) intellectual disability & how they make up big amount of autistic? aware of institutional systemic & legal impact of mental [r word] right & the human rights abuse justified using r word right? wait, you aware that r word come from old term for intellectual disability, that, actually, still in many laws because no one bothered updating, right? aware of what severe profound ID look like? and aware they real and they still human deserve education deserve life deserve care, yes?

aware of early diagnosis 20 30 or even 10 years ago, not same as now, even less resources & knowledge about autism now? aware that while gender race class 1000% impacted diagnoses, a lot of early diagnosed people early diagnosed because… they die without support unlocked by diagnosis, right? but also, aware that in old times, early diagnosis often did mean doom, not because autism bad or anything, but because severe lack of support & diagnosis can literally bar you from so many things including basic education?

aware that for many people in special education, which impact specific group of autistic people, they not get degree when graduate high school, they just get certificate, which limit their educational & employment opportunities & others?

aware of life saving importance and necessity of masking for autistic of color especially Black autistic people, despite stress inducing traumatic? aware that live in broken system be victim of hate crime & police brutality just as traumatic often even more traumatic than masking? aware that many Black & other parents of color forced to teach their child masking because of this?

are you aware of most marginalized autistic people? aware of leadership of most impacted?

aware you can and need to care about autistic experiences & form of autism you not experience? aware that you can and need to do that without try twist your experience into our experience into our words our community?

aware that advocacy goes beyond about you?

aware that you can’t speak for all autistic? aware that you shouldn’t speak for all autistic?

are you aware of when you need to stop talking & listen & amplify others? aware of when and how to decenter self?

aware that even this long post, barely scratch surface? still so much to say?

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[bas-writes]

50 Plus Size Y/N Prompts

When I was looking for an inspiration for a Nanami x chubby Y/N fic I realised that crushing majority of prompts and ideas are related exclusively to hurt/comfort or are drenched in extremely low self-esteem and lack of confidence. So, decided to put together my own list, covering a variety of situations from mundane and domestic to sensual and sexual. I based the ideas on my own experience as a fat person, so I'm aware they won't fit everyone, but I hope those can give you inspiration to explore in your creative work ❤ Of course, prompts are left to individual interpretation!

cw: some prompts are more gendered than the other, some are suggestive or addressing a strictly sexual situation

Leaving hickeys on thick thighs.

Wearing bigger partner's clothes. Bonus: bigger partner is not the chubbier one—it's the chubbier partner who gets to wear bigger clothes

Loving tummy kisses.

Lovingly or teasingly tracing fat rolls and love handles.

Nuzzling into soft chest or tummy for comfort.

Thick thighs save naps because they make the best lap pillow.

Fat person being picked up and/or carried around, no hassle, no protests of being too heavy, just sheer joy. Bonus: it's one of those crazy strong characters so they literally pick Y/N as if they were a doll.

Them being a personal heavy breast holder with built-in enthusiastic massage option.

Back massages because we all know that big chest weights way too much.

Ticklish kisses in the jaw area because they find the double chin cute.

Adoring to feel Y/N's weight in their lap.

Plus size lingerie. Them buying it for Y/N or Y/N showing off in it.

The way Y/N's chest/ass/thighs/tummy bounces during intimate times. It drives them crazy. Bonus: they're being ridden and enjoying every second of it.

Being in absolute awe of Y/N's figure.

Hugs from behind that do not necessarily end up with a full arm wrap but that's okay, one possibly can't envelop their whole universe.

Pulling Y/N closer so they can feel their big ass better.

Work out or a sport activity that's not related to weight loss or diet. Just enjoying active time together.

Finding it difficult to sleep without Y/N because they miss the body they can embrace and/or the warmth it gives.

Stimming or teasingly playing with Y/N's softer parts.

Foodie dates. Testing new places, taking tons of photos for their food instagram, feeding each other cute desserts, stealing the best pieces—or contrary, leaving them for their partner.

Y/N loves to eat and their love adores it because they have someone to enjoy their cooking.

Both them and Y/N love to cook and eat. A friendly rivalry over feeding the other better.

Tons of photos of Y/N and selfies with them. Every moment has to be caught on their camera. Bonus: they are a celebrity or social media persona & they love to show off with Y/N's photos.

Daily affirmations, soft words and touch related to body type, all those compliments and smooth lines.

Reminding Y/N to eat because no, the "fat supply" won't make up for a good meal, they have to eat regularly.

Gender affirmation when the fat body type sometimes can make it difficult for Y/N.

The shared celebration of gender euphoria when Y/N finally finds a way to nicely flatten and shape the chest. 

Choosing Y/N because they are fat. Them being into bigger people and actively choosing them over people with different body types.

Seeing Y/N naked for the first time and going absolutely crazy about it.

Tracing and kissing stretch marks.

Yoga pants effect. The curves just look so good in them.

Looking together for a good supporting bra.

Loving when Y/N is wearing a crop top.

Encouraging Y/N to wear more close-fit clothes Bonus: there is absolutely no perverted reason behind it ;)

Supporting Y/N through weight gain or weight loss.

Enjoying a beach date. Every body is a good beach body if it has a cute beach wear on!

Scratching/washing Y/N's back because sometimes it's just hard to reach that stubborn spot.

Muscular body type partner x fat Y/N. Big partners solidarity!

Discussing together a new tattoo idea. Choosing the best placing for it. Bonus: it's a tattoo composed to fit nicely with fat rolls or stretch marks.

Helping Y/N shave the back of their legs or any other hard to reach part of their body.

Insisting on keeping Y/N's thighs close to their head during oral sex.

Treating rash/burn caused by friction between thighs, bra or other piece of clothing.

Shibari or harness on a plus size body.

Picking up the self ironic negative talk and turning it into something positive

Being proud of Y/N, showing them off whenever there's an opportunity.

Y/N posing them for a photo, painting or a sculpture. Bonus: Y/N is their muse.

Warming hands between Y/N's thighs. Bonus: maybe their cheeks or ears feel cold too ;)

Them wearing Y/N's shirt for comfort. Bonus: it's not a typical over-sized comfort piece of clothing but a perfect fit. They still insist on wearing it.

Hand and bite marks on ass and hips. Bonus: loving aftercare.

Doodling/painting on Y/N's body: thighs, arms, ass… Bonus: it's a part of a spicy play.

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[dreamzenwrld]

wild thoughts | l.jn [mdni!!]

genre: smut. just general filth. roommate!au

word count: 1.8k

warnings & info: afab!reader, sub!jeno, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls use a condom), dumbification if you squint, jeno is blonde, oral (m receiving), reader calls jeno "puppy" a lot, creampie, begging, lmk if i missed anything!

being jeno's roommate was easy enough. he was quiet, always did his share of the chores, and his dumb puppy moments were mostly endearing and oftentimes hilarious.

emphasis on 'mostly.'

one thing that made being jeno's roommate so difficult was how fucking sexy he was. his warm weather wardrobe consisted exclusively of tank tops and muscle tees — sometimes he didn't even bother with a shirt at all. he was so fun to look at; you'd find yourself staring at his biceps while he cooked you both dinner or at the veins in his hands while he defeated you in mariokart. combine his complete lack of self-awareness with general stupidity, and you'd occasionally get that dumbstruck puppy look on his face that was just so cute, but a sliver of the time made you melt into a puddle.

one time, he came out in a pair of shorts (if you wanted to call that glorified denim thong 'shorts') that were obviously yours with the assumption that his own shorts had simply shrunk in the wash. when you explained his ill thought process, he stared at you with this sweet, confused look on his face, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way the muscles in his thighs flexed when he pulled the shorts down from his tiny waist and off of his body to hand you your shorts back. the fact that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, somehow, made it a million times worse.

so, it was anything but a surprise when jeno barged into your bedroom, shirtless with a frying pan in his hand, ready to defend you from whatever monstrosity was inducing such breathy shouts of his name. jeno quickly came to find that the catalyst for such vocalizations was nothing more than your vibrator and you picturing him in your head.

"o-oh," he stammered. "um, i'm sorry. i thought you were calling out because there was a bug or something."

you laid in your bed, thighs opened with your vibrator (now on off mode) sitting between your legs, your dripping cunt on full display for the blushing boy in your doorway.

"were you gonna kill a roach with a frying pan, jen?" you asked.

his face reddened more, if possible, and he timidly put the pan behind his back. "oh, uhm..."

you shift around your bed, opting to position yourself on your knees. "you know, you are so cute when you act all clueless like that."

jeno blinked. "i'm not pretending-"

"i know," you said, shuffling towards the edge of your bed. "but the way you act just makes me want to fucking devour you."

jeno, at this point, felt like the one melting. "you think about me when you- you know?"

"of course," you said slyly while inching further towards him. "don't you think about me?"

jeno's eyes widened and the pan behind his back hit the ground with a thud. he began stammering incoherent sounds, wiping his clammy hands against his gray sweatpants that perfectly displayed his hard-on.

you smile at his shy demeanor. "why don't you show me what you think about, baby?"

jeno inched towards you slowly, barely making full steps. once he was close enough to the edge of your bed, you pulled at the waistband of his sweats until the two of you were face-to-chest, nodding at him to sit down to which he obliged.

as you placed yourself in his lap to straddle him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he struggled to find a place to set his sweaty hands, opting for one on your knee and one gripping the bedsheet. after making yourself comfortable and ruining his sweatpants with your wetness, you stared down at him only to be met with that same god-forsaken dumb puppy look. you grinned, then proceeded to grind down on his hard dick, watching his face shift from the wide-eyed puppy look to one of pleasure — eyes rolled back, biting his lip to stifle his moans, and eyebrows furrowed.

"is this what you think of, puppy?" you ask him in a sing-song voice. "is this what goes through your mind when you're touching that pretty dick of yours?"

the boy whined, nodding in response. "y-yes."

"that's too bad," you said with a soft giggle. "because i think of something much, much worse."

jeno let out his first unfiltered moan as you continued the grinding and dirty talk. his hand had been navigating upwards away from your knee and up your thigh, the other still gripping the stained bedsheet beneath him.

"i wanna know," he moaned out. "i want you to show me what you think about. please."

you halted your movements and jeno responded with a whimper. "you want me to show you what i think about doing to you, puppy?"

he nodded rapidly.

you removed yourself from his lap, taking yourself down to the floor on your knees without breaking eye contact. your next steps were so, blatantly obvious, but he still sat there with that clueless expression on his face, wide-eyed and cute and with all the feigned innocence in the world.

you pulled down his waistband enough to reveal his cock, the pink tip already leaking precum. you brought your mouth to his dick and you were immediately met with the most pornographic moans you'd ever heard in your life. his hand shifted to your hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands while the other still remained glued to the sheets.

you dragged your tongue along the length of his veiny cock, inducing shaky, moany breaths out of the boy. you wrapped your mouth around the head of his dick and sucked ever so lightly before taking as much of him as you possibly could down your throat. you bobbed your head up and down his dick as tears threatened to fall from jeno's eyes, him already feeling incredibly overwhelmed.

his hips stuttered and his dick hit the back of your throat, which he immediately followed with groans of apologies. you removed your mouth from his dick, eliciting a small whine before you began jerking him off with your hand.

"you about to come, puppy?" you asked teasingly. "or do you just wanna fuck me that bad?"

jeno stared down at you with his wide eyes and red face. he gulped, releasing a breathy sigh, and stuttered a soft "both," before thrusting up once again, this time into your hand.

you removed your hand from his dick and rose up from your knees. you guided jeno towards the head of your bed, pushing his back against the wall and removing his sweatpants and boxers in the process. you straddled him once again, barely gracing your wet pussy over his hard, yearning dick.

"tell me, puppy," you whispered into his ear. "how badly do you want me to fuck you?"

jeno let out a loud, drawn out whine before burying his face in your neck out of embarrassment.

"is my puppy embarrassed?" you asked, lacing your fingers in his white-blonde hair. you pulled lightly at his hair to reveal his face to you. "you need to answer me."

there it was. that dumbfounded look, but this time he looked so fucked out, so corrupted, and so god damn beautiful. he up stared at you with his glossy eyes, swallowing his pride, and mumbled out his response.

"i want you to fuck me so badly."

you tsked, pulling harder at his hair. "i can't hear you puppy."

he moaned, responding again with clearer and much more vulgar words. "please, please fuck me. i want you to ride me and call me your pretty little puppy; i want you to make me cry and scream and tell me how much of a good boy i am and i wan—fuck—i wanna cum inside you so bad, please. please fuck m-"

you cut his begging off with a kiss, his words getting lost in your mouth as you shifted to envelope his dick between the walls of your pussy. he moaned loudly into your mouth as you sunk further down his shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he bottomed out.

“god, you feel so good, puppy,” you groaned out. “you’re so big. you fill me up so well. your dick made just for me, wasn’t it?”

jeno whimpered as he nodded, shifting his hands around until he settled with one gripping your upper thigh and one on your waist under your shirt. you slowly began to move, rising up and sinking down to find the best pace for your and jeno’s pleasure. jeno could barely keep his eyes open, his head writhing around as you fastened your pace exponentially before settling on a speed that had jeno releasing the loudest, raunchiest moans with his eyes squeezed shut and his head thrown back against your headboard.

you bounced mercilessly on his cock, balancing yourself by gripping his shoulders and digging your fingernails into his skin. both of his hands had found themselves resting on your ass, occasionally squeezing as you rode him. his dick reached every pleasure-inducing corner within you and filled you so well. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t struggling to stay sane.

you knew once one of his hands traveled from your ass to in between your folds to rub your clit that he was getting close, and now with the pressure against your clit you were edging close to orgasm, too.

“f-fuck, y/n,” jeno stuttered out. “i’m not gonna last much longer.”

you picked up your pace and grinded against his fingers, chasing your own high. “you don’t cum until i say so, puppy.”

jeno whined and began rubbing your clit almost violently, determined to get you off before he came. you felt the pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach and your pussy tightening around his dick, signaling you were near orgasm.

“fuck,” you groan out. “need you to cum with me, puppy.”

jeno’s mouth was agape, unable to conjure words, so he responded with a soft nod as you tightened even more around his cock and rode him into oblivion. in seconds you released loud moans as you convulsed around his dick, and jeno ripped out one last groany whine as he released inside you, his cum dripping out of your pussy around his dick.

sticky sweat plagued your bodies as you both caught your breaths. jeno’s once wide-eyed look had been replaced with a drowsy, post-sex glow and his eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake.

“you did so good, puppy,” you said into his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder. “such a good boy for me.”

jeno responded with a hum.

“let’s rest just a second and then we can shower, okay?” you said.

jeno nodded. “that sounds good. oh, and y/n?”

“yes?”

“you have one active ass imagination.”

[transmutationisms]

I read your review of Poor Things and I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the section in Alexandria? It was horrifically executed on many levels but narratively, that part of the film is about Bella learning about class structure. She rebels against the cruelty of society through charity then by working as a prostitute, during which time she has cruelty inflicted upon her instead. Finally, she realizes that God’s creation of her was ultimately cruel, and then she runs away with her ex-husband-father only to realize that her prior self-mother was fundamentally characterized by cruelty, especially to her “lessers.” She then decides once again that she does not want to be cruel, but then she achieves this by taking God’s place as the doctor-patriarch and ruling his household with a new pet goat. The entire film is also about Bella learning about feminism: the arbitrary oppression of women is not only nonsensical, it’s bad! But then the ending has her reproduce almost all those power structures and cruelty she claims to reject, and has the unfortunate consequence of positioning her as ultimately equally cruel/callous as God, the guy she meets on the boat who shows her all the starving people, and her former self-mother, etc. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on why this is or like, what the director’s message was beyond self-contradiction and taking cheap shots at starving people?

so i would quibble a bit with the idea that bella's experience in the maison-close is exclusively or even primarily portraying sex-for-pay as a site of cruelty. i think it's more depicting paid sex as work, and work as unpleasant and repressive, and that's why the maison is the site where bella gets involved in socialist politics—if moral philosophy is the arena by which she responds to the injustice of the poverty in alexandria, then labour politics plays the analogous role where the maison is concerned. her problems there aren't inherently with the idea of being paid for sex, but with specific elements of the work arrangement (eg, she suggests that the women should choose their clients, rather than vice versa). ofc she has some customers who are cruel or thoughtless or rude, but i didn't read the film as suggesting that was universal to sex work, and the effect of the position is more to demystify sex, for bella, than to convert it into being purely a site of trauma or misery. now i don't think this film offers a particularly blistering or deep analysis of sex work or socialism or wage labour, dgmw, but i do think the function of the maison is different narratively to that of the alexandria section.

anyway to answer your actual question: yeah so this is really my central gripe with the film. lanthimos (slash his screenwriter tony mcnamara) spends much of the film gesturing toward bella's growing awareness of several hierarchical structures that other characters take for granted: the uneven nature of the parent/child relationship (god took her body and created her without asking); class stratification (alexandria); the 'civilisation' of individuals and societies via education and bio-alteration (bella's talk about 'improving' herself; her 'progression' from essentially a pleasure-seeking child to an educated and 'articulate' adult). these three dimensions often overlap (eg, the conflation of 'childishness' with lack of education with inability to behave in 'high society'), though, most overtly, it's in that third one that we can see how these notions of improvement and biological melioration speak to discourses about the 'progress' and 'regress' of whole societies and peoples, and voluntarist ideas about how human alteration of biology (namely, our own) might produce people, and therefore societies, that are better or worse on some metric: beauty, fitness, intelligence, morality, longevity, &c. this is why i keep saying that like.... this film is about eugenics djkdjsk.

the issue with the alexandria section to me is, first, it's like 2 minutes (processed in the hollywood yellow filter) where the abject poverty of other people is a life lesson for bella. we're not asking any questions like, how is that poverty produced, and might it have anything to do with the ship bella is on or the fantastical lisbon she left or the comparative wealth of paris and london...? secondly, everything that the film thinks it's doing for the entire runtime by having bella grapple with learning about cruelty, and misery, and the kinds of received social truths that lanthimos is able to problematise through her eyes because she's literally tabula rasa—all of that is just so negated by having an ending in which she bio-engineers her shitty ex-husband, played as a triumphant moment. i don't even inherently have an issue with the actual plot point; certainly she has motive, and narratively it could have worked if it were framed as what it is: bella ascending to the powerful position in the oppressive system that created her, and using her status to enact cruelty against someone who 'deserves' it—ie, leveraging her class and race within the existing social forms rather than continuing to question or challenge them. if that ending were played as a tragedy, or a bleak satire, it would at least be making A Point. but it's not even, because it's just framed as deserved comeuppance for this guy we were introduced to in the 11th hour as a scumbag, so it's psychologically beneficial for bella actually to do the sci-fi surgery to him that literally reduces him to what's framed as a lower life form. unserious

[lgbtlunaverse]

One underdiscussed aspect of the bone-deep lack of mutual understanding during the nieyao stairs scene is that Nie Mingjue doesn't know - and can't know - what he's actually asking of Jin Guangyao. Not because he doesn't understand how his father treats him, or how tenuous his position is. But because he has no clue Xue Yang is a demonic cultivator.

Remember: Nie Mingjue is still alive, which means the position of chief cultivator doesn't exist yet and Jin Guangshan is facing heavy pushback for suggesting it. Most of that is coming from a fear that the Jin will try to become the next Wen. So having an outer disciple murder an entire clan and then not even punish him properly? This is a collosally bad move politically! You might as well be waving a red flag around yelling "I want to kill other sects with impunity!" There's a reason that years in the future, the moment Jin Guangyao becomes acting sect leader, he will immediately order Xue Yang's death (He doesn't actually die, either by accident or on purpose on jgy's part. But the point is that as far as the public is concerned he had Xue Yang executed.)

From Nie Mingjue's perspective, Jin Guangshan just shot himself in the foot politically for some random outer disciple. It's morally wrong, but it's also incredibly fucking stupid. In his eyes, he is asking Jin Guangyao to do the glaringly obvious right thing, even when exclusively looking at the Jins' self-interest. The thing that surely everyone else in the Jin also wants Jin Guangshan to do! Jin Guangyao can say that he has no influence on his father all he wants, but it is obvious how much work he does and so, as much as his father may not respect him, he clearly at least trusts Jin Guangyao's competence. Nie Mingjue has already tried shouting directly at Jin Guangshan during the trial and it seemed to work, but then Jin Guangshan went back on his decision like a complete idiot. So now Nie Mingjue is asking the guy who is famous for being good at rhetoric and convincing people to convince his donkey of a father to do the obviously correct thing with minimal downsides because again, to Nie Mingjue, this is all about some random outer disciple. It makes sense to ask this! It's a pretty reasonable request! Jin Guangshan can't possibly care that much.

Except of course he does. Because Xue Yang isn't some random outer disciple. He's the only good shot Jin Guangshan has at recreating the yin tiger tally. And Jin Guangshan reaaaaaally wants the yin tiger tally. So bad that he is fully willing to tank an ungodly amount of political goodwill to get it. Jin Guangyao is fully aware that not only will Jin Guangshan never kill Xue Yang, he isn't planning on keeping him locked up either. In fact, after Nie Mingjue is dead, he'll free Xue Yang and strongarm Chang Ping into denying the guilt of his family's murderer. Jin Guangshan cares a lot about keeping Xue Yang in his employ.

And Jin Guangyao knows this. But he can't tell Nie Mingjue that! Because then he'd have to admit they've been doing demonic cultivation. That the fucking ghost geneal is in their basement. That, oopsie, they actually also killed a whole other entire clan just a while ago after framing their sect leader for an assasination attempt and then used their bodies as fodder to make more fierce corpses. You know, in case one mass murder wasn't enough!

So obviously he's not gonna say that. Which means Nie Mingjue has no idea what he's demanding from Jin Guangyao, and therefore no idea why he absolutely can't fullfill that request.

I get why it's not mentioned very often because there are a lot of other problems which are both more obvious and more fun to talk about. (Who doesn't love a little overcomplicated trolley problem?) But I think it adds just another layer to the chasm between them in this scene. They're not just disagreeing, they're having completely different conversations.

[ms-scarletwings]

Irken Zim’s 8 biggest fans

For funsies! As we are well aware, this guy has a lot of gut-haters and censurers across the galaxy. Over his long years of life, he’s gained a proud infamy from every corner of the Irken empire, all the way to the fringes beyond, and the number of critics snapping at his heels only grows with every adventure. Whole civilizations sit at their seat’s edge waiting for this invader’s downfall, but what of those who defy all odds, expectations, maybe even logic? Even devils somehow find worshippers, even criminals get fan mail, and even Invader Zim has someone rooting for him within the 4th wall. Weirdly quite a handful of them, actually, let’s recount.

8. Table Headed Service Drone Bob

It’s humorous, how odd circumstance can make for strange advocacy. The show’s universe operates on the rule of funny, and Bob just so happened to be in the right place and time to comedically become the only Irken alive with something to gain from Zim’s success, and so much to lose for his failure. The sheer unfairness of what the Tallest put him through along with Zim serving some hope for a miracle ticket out of his low standing seemed to snap something in him, even if just for an episode. It would make sense for anyone in his position to have a much more dampened love for their society and leaders, to the point where cheering on its greatest enemy would be preferable than another moment of being a doormat. An underdog rooting for an underdog, even if for purely selfish and coincidental reasons.

7. The Judgementia Control brains

Even more deliciously ironic, isn’t it- That Zim’s praise was be sung once from the very bottom rung of Irken society and then again from the highest spike? What better to follow up poor Bobby than another victim of astronomical circumstance, or rather, three victims together? The nutshell recap of “The Trial’s” plot climax spells out the tragedy of, what is basically Irk’s highest court officials, to become he first ever victims of Zim’s malignant code becoming a contagion. They’ve joined the Fanclub, even if against their will, and all the better for Zim this time to have support from such a high place, seeing that it literally saved his hide in this instance.

6. Dib Membrane

Yeah, that’s freaking right. He’s on the list. You think being a hype man and a mortal rival are mutually exclusive? You either haven’t been watching enough DBZ or you haven’t been watching enough Hellsing and should fix that. Anyway, and I’m speaking within the actual canon dynamic of these two… it is very important to Zim that Dib is perceived as a formidable opponent to bluster his own ego, and vise versa. Dib is not in any self-serving position to accept what an actual mess Zim’s operation is, even though he has more evidence of the alien’s horrible tactics, nonsense plans, failures, etc. than anyone else on the planet. Gaz can see Zim for exactly what he is and why fighting him doesn’t have to be this 24/7 urgent priority. Dib refuses to get that because stopping Zim’s pop-up schemes only keeps the score tied for them. They’ve both been at this long enough to get incredibly frustrated with the lack of progression regarding the big picture goals, taking over the world, and exposing a live alien to the world, respectively. I don’t think he has to keep describing this space goblin as some ultra-cunning master of villainy, or GIR as this nefarious minion because that’s what he actually thinks of them, but because if he admits otherwise, that’s not a great reflection of his own merit for the obvious reasons. Just the presentation of another dimension’s version of himself succeeding against Zim before him causes a spiral of self doubt, just as it can bring Zim to a minor panic watching other invaders leaving him in the dust. Dib wants this guy to be a challenge worth the victory lap when he finally gets what he’s been fighting so hard for.

When Zim is getting on some truly idiotic antics, Dib doesn’t actually revel in his disorganized stupidity, but meets it with a baffled or annoyed disappointment. Like me watching a character I thought was super badass suddenly do something that reveals them to just be utterly lame. Too often he almost comes off like he is critiquing Zim’s performance as a villain rather than,, you know, the fact that Zim is a villain in the first place. It more than once has led to accidentally giving the guy new ideas or pointers on how to do his own job better once in a while. If I were in Dib’s place I would under NO circumstances be giving Zim advice or corrections on what he’s doing “badly” when it comes to the invader thing, but, whatever makes you feel cool & smart, you little dork. There’s also the whole “Dib’s hatred for Zim belies his geeky fixation with aliens broadly” angle I’ve mentioned here or there before, and don’t mind to again. Studying/stalking Zim is only partially about defeating him. His curiosity over Irken tech, biology, etc. is still coming from a place of genuine scientific passion, as literally all of us know. And of course, on occasion the two make for unlikely allies against much bigger shared enemies.

5. Minimoose

Oh come on, how much could I even have to say about this moose-weapon? He has two fathers and is fully aware that Zim is one of them. Assuming we all here know about the cute Florpus quote; no need to recap the whole existence of the lil guy.

4. Invader Skoodge

Now this guy… this guy ain’t right. Exactly here, at this (I say with love) loser of an invader, we reach two tipping points when it comes to Zim-affinity. One, the tipping point where Zim ceases to ask for and ceases to appreciate the toadying. Two, the point where I actually kind of struggle to find any rational explanation for the toady’s behavior. Like I’ve tried and I genuinely don’t know how to put together how Skoodge keeps jumping into this position other than ‘it’s that funny’ or some weird familiarity from smeethood factor. All of the invaders know what Zim has done and what he’s capable of. He’s a consistent terrorist of his own kin and defamed as the greatest disgrace to the Empire. The two options for how to feel about Zim as any random Irken soldier are fear, and/or loathing. If Skoodge were just neutral or indifferent of Zim, that’d be pretty freaking odd. But Skoodge interacts with Zim on the level of at least a lukewarm acquaintance, readily even deferring to his command, despite the fact that he nearly dies every single time he does so. He survives miles of being chased by a monster on Hobo-13, he makes it to the finish line, and his first reaction is to let Zim know he’s made it in one piece. He decides to lay low and slack off after getting fired (into the blighted surface of Blorch) and out of the entire universe to choose from, he decides to go hole up at Zim’s place and stay conveniently out of the way for some time. Dude finally shows himself in the unfinished scripts, and it’s to motherfucking help Zim troll around with Dib. I’m up at night wondering what is going on in Skoodge’s head because he’s n o t an idiot. He’s a real invader in all other respects, just as competent and nationalistic as the rest of them. Easily suggestible, yes, but not stupid. There’s basically no way for him to be ignorant of the big lie the Tallest sold Zim, yet he chooses not to utter a peep on the matter. Pity? A bizarre sense of solidarity?? A delusional one sided friendship??? Don’t look at me like I know other than the fact that he’s on our protag’s team, in spirit. The wannabe Irwin to Zim’s Billy, essentially.

3. Keef

So yeah of all things to blow Skoodge’s unhealthy attachment clean out of the water, we stumbled into this freak of a human child. Keef is a loyal compadre to a fault. A huge, creepy fault. Kid was originally supposed to make a return as well, wherein he was no less of a stubborn stalker than already proven once. And extra points for the irrational selflessness. Even while demonstrating an understanding of what Zim did in Dark Harvest, possibly even with the memory of that whole squirrel incident, he still wishes nothing but for the ability to put a smile on his green friend’s face.

2. The Amoeboid Cult

And when none thought that the scary conviction Zim garnered on Earth could be his biggest fans, you find this little ditty in the comics, and it starts turning into an irresponsible god analogy fairly quick. The short recap is that following a crash on a strange planet, the Voot Runner starts leaking fluids that inadvertently spark abiogenesis, which results in the creation of a rapidly evolving race of blob-things. Seizing an opportunity, Zim at first demands their followership, and then shortly after gets fed up with it as he did the previous fanatic on the list. Nonetheless, the cell people continue to reproduce and age thousands of years their time in the span of a couple minutes, never losing that zeal for their unintentional creator, even going so far as to repair the cruiser despite Zim’s rejection of them. Out of what little they gathered about him during his short visit, they correctly learned he’s a destructive god who planned to abandon them as soon as he could. Their last wish as a civilization? For this god to also obliterate them, as final treat. Such was their devotion that it even left Zim himself completely baffled for a moment when its full depth was revealed.

1. GIR

You watch this show, right? Yeah? Henchman and sidekick number one? Chaotic thing this whole fandom can’t decide to perceive as an adoptive child or a talking pet? He may not be as competent in pleasing Zim’s wishes as minimoose, or as focused, but his heart and loyalty are ultimately with their intended master, unconditionally and for as long as this setting has continued.

[astroyongie]

Ateez February Reading 2024

note: please take it lightly

Seonghwa

Love: I believe that Seonghwa had been in a relationship the past few months and that during January there was a huge fight that broke out and they had separated since. However it does seem like him and his partner have reconciled 

Career: expect new things coming for Seonghwa. This man has been signing some exclusive contracts for his personal gains and if everything goes as planned he will have some nice activities upcoming for himself 

Self: he has been way better lately, less worried about things and his mind is clearer. He is leading a healthy life 

Hongjoong

Love: My man is in a relationship and damn he seems like he has hot quite a person. We are talking about someone who comes from a wealthy background and with whom he has already planned a long term successful relationship 

Career: he lacks foresight. I believe that Hongjoong is not sure of what he is doing at the moment concerning his career. He has many ideas and many opportunities but he doesnt know how to put them out there and if the fans will enjoy a new side of him

Self: he has been okay, solving a few issues between the group 8because yes there was some beef between some members). Bu he has been taking justice seriously 

Yunho

Love: the chaos keeps going and for now Yunho is single and he hasn’t been going out with people, probably for self choice. I think he has been reflecting a lot on his past mistakes and he needs some time out 

Career: he is on a very good period of his career, mostly because he has the good sponsorship with him and they are willing to bet a lot of money on Yunho. His career is flowing and stable 

Self: he is progressing as a human being, taking a step at the time with the intuition of wanting to be a better person and reflecting on his mistakes of the past 

Yeosang

Love: I think that Yeosang is still single since the person he had a crush on isnt someone he can have a long successful relationship with for a long period of time. He has accepted it tho, so it seems

Career: he had been through a ver rough period when it comes to his career, mostly because his health was playing a lot but so was many arguments with fellow members. Things are slowly getting better 

Self: his energy is still clouded due to this huge argument he had with (spoil alert, Wooyoung and Mingi). At the moment he has no trust whatsoever on them

San

Love: San is lovesick, to a point were he is totally in love with this person but also completely delulu about them. So he is single (kinda), his heart totally devoted to this person who has yet to accept his confessions and his hard work 

Career: he is focused, he has the clarity and the strength needed for this year to be his best yet. Recognition will keep going for him and San also been taking a more authoritative figure in the group 

Self: overall he is okay, he is very focused on all the spheres of his life and balancing everything nicely. Its a good thing he is able to be in sync with everything 

 Mingi

Love: Mingi is dating with the same person, their relationship being a completely wreck of being a co-dependency thing. Although he is aware of it, he isnt willing to change it because he cares too much for his partner 

Career: the conflits that have happened were huge, I have a feeling that Mingi was the one bringing it up (whatever it was) and the disagreement became competition and competition became a huge argument 

Self: his mental health keeps being so low, and very poor. He has got so many inner turmoil, so much fear and depressive episodes that it is concerning 

Wooyoung

Love: call him Don Juan, because Wooyoung is the type to be free as water and air and still be able to pull whoever he wants. So he does have many flings going on but nothing hat is official to him

Career: he is very burdened by the conflicts that have happened and he feel like its his fault in a way but at the same way he feels like he works way too much for people to be nagging him 

Self: his communication with both Yeosang and Mingi is very limited and only used during public appearances as during their private time, he ignores them mostly because he doesnt know how to deal with the problem 

Jongho

Love: the way I want to scream because it seems like jongho and his partner (the idol he has been dating for about 2 years) have broken up. I dont know the reasons, all I can say is that Jongho needed time to reflect on his own life 

Career: he wasn’t directly on the conflit with the other members but I feel like he had been involved somehow and that it also brought him some issues with the managers

Self: at the moment he is just focusing on himself and on his inner peace, he doesnt want to deal with the members on his private time in order to come back with clarity 

[cethlyarlo]

Shin's Belt

I really rather like that the symbol on Shin's belt is that of the alchemical symbol for chaos. Let me tell you why:

Chaos represents the concept of everything doing everything all at once; existing together, in tangent, or not at all. It represents all paths and what lies beyond what was made to believe is set in stone. The definition of chaos is not particularly the opposite of order in this circumstance, but it can be used that way.

More clearly, chaos provides an opening for new beginnings; to disrupt what is stagnant or what doesn't feel right to present alternative pathways. Chaos is needed to undo pressures, expectations, norms, etc. so that an individual can learn to be themselves; to grow and change as needed.

It's very much not the evil or negative symbol pop culture and Hollywood would have you believe. I've even seen it used to refer to Satanists, which is very much not true. Dark practitioners can and do use this symbol, but this symbol does not represent them. They don't own it nor can they control it/assume authority over it. It's not exclusive to one group either: anyone can utilize it however they see fit and like with most things, that could go in any direction. We will be focusing on the balance between the negative and positive aspects of chaos here in this write up.

That being said, on to why this symbol is important for Shin's character arc:

Firstly, Shin is devout and loyal to Baylan; her Master and depending on how you look at it, potential father figure. He's everything she's ever known and his own views, teachings, and opinions have been pressed on her since she was young. There's nothing particularly wrong with that, seeing as that's usually how parenting/teaching goes, but it isn't allowing her to see beyond that. The box is small and she finds herself unable to think outside of it due to her loyalty to him.

When Baylan begins to refuse to tell her crucial details about his plans and goals, she begins to question him and her idea of him. This is the beginning of chaos' disruption over her life and as the show progresses, this disruption continues to grow. It's a butterfly effect, if you will; the seeds of disarray have been planted and they have the potential to grow into something exponential.

She comes into contact with Sabine Wren, who has lived a very different form of life compared to her own and I believe the simple interactions between them helps to spur the questions she suddenly has about her life in general. There are things and people that can and do live outside of the box in her mind and while she's probably aware of this, she hadn't truly understood what that meant until this point. With her master's increased elusiveness and the lack of answers, plus the eye-opening revelations that witnessing bits and pieces of Sabine and Ahsoka's relationship (I.e Seatos), the seeds of distrust and further questions begin to take root and sprout. Her mind is opening to other things; the walls of the box are beginning to crumble.

By the time they're on Peridea, Baylan's motives are entirely unclear and somewhat unpredictable to her. She's confused by him and what he wants. Chaos is taking greater hold of her now; her life is changing so quickly and in directions she can't forsee like the arrows of the symbol that gesture to all directions simultaneously. The seeds begin to uncontrollably grow into trees regardless of her attempts to reconnect with him.

Then he abandons her.

Without a word on where he went, Shin's found herself alone. The walls of her box have been destroyed, the wound made worse by Ahsoka's offer to help. Chaos has upended her normalcy, her comforts, her mental and emotional stabilizers, her trust, her view of self; her life. What began as seeds have rapidly grown into a sprawling forest and now she has to deal with the wreckage.

The change is for good though. With Sabine and Ahsoka stranded with her, she has the opportunity to step into her own person. She now has the opportunity to find herself; to make her own decisions, to spend some time with other people like her. She has the ability to learn and grow free of her box and the restrictions that had been pressed on her since joining Baylan, however long ago that happened to be.

Shin gets to be her own person now, and she can do whatever she wants with that :)

Edit: I realized I forgot to mention the little dots within the wheel!

Symmetrical to the Norse story of Hati and Skoll [who were sons of Fenrir (and Fenrir is the son of trickster God Loki and Jötunn giantess Angrboða)], the wheel of chaos on Shin's belt sports two little dots which I believe represent the sun and moon [and thus the wolves that chase them; Skoll (the one who mocks) and Hati (the one who hates) respectively]. As it goes, the celestial bodies rise in the East (right quadrant on the belt) and set in the West (left quadrant on the belt). The little dots are doing just that. The dot on right I believe represents the moon, or Shin, and that the dot on the left represents Baylan. The moon is rising and the sun is setting, showing that Baylan's time in her life is ending and her own time is just beginning.

Either way, it's a very hopeful symbol in my opinion :)

[fromxxthexxashes]

"I think it's almost a feeling of searching or uneasiness, not necessarily with Eddie, but within himself," Stark, 32, exclusively told Us Weekly while promoting season 7. "And it's easier sometimes to put that onto somebody else than have to do the self-reflection and self-interrogation of, 'Hey, what am I actually feeling here?'"

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"I think once you watch the episode, you actually realize it's not necessarily that he just doesn't quite understand what he's feeling," he said. "And this jealousy [with Eddie] is the way that it manifests itself, but it's not necessarily the root cause of his unease."

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"And I think that's kind of the story that we're able to start to tell here, is that Buck isn't consciously aware of the thing that he's looking for or what's lacking in his life," Stark shared with Us. "And as he hopefully starts to discover that it's this cathartic, liberating feeling of just being able to ease into it and breathe out this big sigh of relief at last."

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Everything we’ve been given in terms of promotion, interviews, and plot really feels like Buck is going to figure out he has feelings for Eddie in 7x04, and will grapple with what that means in 7x05. The episodes that follow might follow Buck as he tries to figure out more about who he is and his sexuality, and what his feelings for Eddie might mean for their friendship. Does he want to pursue that potential relationship? Does he want to go out into the world and dive deep into a part of himself he’s only just discovered or acknowledged for the first time?

This really does feel like Bi Buck is finally incoming this season, and that makes me so excited. Seeing a Bisexual character in such a massive show will be such a big deal. I think it will be such a beautiful storyline for Buck.

(Maybe by the time the finale roles around Buck will confess, and then when s8 starts up it begins with Eddie grappling with Buck’s confession and his feelings for Buck that he doesn’t understand fully. I literally can’t wait for the storyline of Eddie undoing years of repression and accepting himself and his sexuality).

I think the rest of s7 and the first half of s8 would be a great span of episodes to stretch out some angst, sexuality discoveries, and some not actually unrequited love.

Maybe I’m still delusional, but it really feels like something has shifted this time. I’m so excited to see where this all leads.

[vasito-de-leche]

I saw your post regarding the Self-Aware R1999!AU and it was good and mind-blowing! Now I'm wondering how will it go with 6 or 37 regaining consciousness, considering that they're always seeking for the "truth", and maybe the Reader's existence would heighten the quest for the truth more!

;R1999 37 - Self Aware AU

Headcanons about how 37 would act upon becoming self-aware. Related to this Self-Aware AU post.

I RECENTLY FINISHED 6'S ANECDOTE, SO NOW I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS THIS ASK IS A GREAT EXERCISE TO GET THE BRAIN GOING o7

this post only contains 37, since it got a little long and I didn't know how to format it the usual way because I LOVE rambling and rambling. I think there's another ask somewhere about 6 in the self-aware AU, so I'll get to that one soon!

also I think this post is impossible to read if you haven't read chapter 5 at least, bc I use a lot of the terms used in Apeiron!

37 is such an interesting character. Okay okay, bear with me for a bit while I get all of my 37 thoughts out of my brain!

I feel like people downplay how cruel or detached she can be. Because of her innate ability to see numbers in everyone and everything, essentially seeing "the truth" and being able to provide Proof to support her claims, 37 lives disconnected from her entire community while also being upheld as a genius and beacon of progress. She's the "Star of Hermes," after all.

A lot of her character focuses on this alienation and "othering," how her mindset and beliefs set her apart from others as she cannot understand the importance of soul numbers from an emotional standpoint--like she says in the main story, she's always known she's 37. Everyone's known this. And she does not understand the importance of knowing WHY she's 37. She doesn't care about the traits assigned to each number, that is meaningless rhetoric to her, what matters is the final result. She's 37, and that's it. She upholds the purity of numbers, practically worships this pure aspect of the world of Forms. She's at her happiest when she talks about how numbers will always be numbers, no matter who tries to figure them out, or when or how.

And we also see the cruel aspect of her that I believe people overlook--37 admits that she enjoys revealing people's numbers because she wants to be the first to prove this truth. It's only near the end of Chapter 05 that she wonders, if only briefly, whether being the first to prove someone's number means that she knew the truth better. Other than that, she has absolutely NO trouble revealing Vertin's number, nor attempting to tell Sophia her own number as kids--and 37, while she does not care for the rhetoric of numbers and their assigned virtues, knows how much the journey of self-discovery means to her entire community. And she still chose to do this, because she does not see the value in the process.

This isn't to say that she's exclusively a cruel character nor a misguided little baby, I would say that she's cruel the same way a child can be--37 is a very lovely and complex character! I just think people take her cute appearance at face value and forget the extent of her abilities and her perception of the world.

In the context of a Self-Aware AU, I believe that this self-awareness would be recontextualized as yet another eternal truth for her. Her curiosity wouldn't be applied to this, because there is nothing to figure out--the world has always been a game, that's it. Instead of focusing on the emotional or existential aspects, 37 would focus instead on the "guidelines" that rule this fake world.

It would revolve around the mechanical aspects: she understands that every fight follows a set pattern, as this is a turn based combat game. She wants to know why some people stand out, why they're assigned as 6 or 5 or 4 or 3 or 2 stars. Why not a 1 star? Why not 10? Why this system in particular? Why doesn't Sophia have any stars? Is it because she hasn't figured out her number yet? No, that can't be, because 210 also lacks stars. And so on and so forth.

The focus will still be numbers, so she would be the perfect assistant for Players who care a lot about meta!

I'm also willing to say that 37 would be one of the very few characters who has no trouble at all coping with the fact that she's a character in a videogame. To know that she's a bunch of "code" wouldn't change a thing for her, because she was already 37 in the first place!

There is also the aspect of finding out that her mother's death (as well as Sophia's father) was scripted. I'm going on a long tangent here, so bear with me for a second.

I feel like... 37 would see that as a positive thing? First of all, we know that the death of everyone in that boat was caused because of a miscalculation from Sophia and 37's part, which is the catalyst for 37's Emanation research. I do believe that, even though 37 shows little to no (conventional) emotion in that specific moment, she still grieves and mourns in her own way--and the way she does that is by clinging onto the one thing that is left of her mother: her pneuma analysis and research, the computer that stopped working, the pattern of the "Storm". We are told that 37 became a recluse, isolating herself even more from her community, when her and her mother's research was proven to be wrong, that she only came out of her lab when Vertin and her team arrived. We see her muttering while unconscious in the cave with Vertin, calling out for her own mother and telling her that their research wasn't wrong, that they were right all along (because they were missing one vital piece of information that only an outsider like Vertin could deliver).

Second of all, we know that 37 does not understand nor care about fate, she does not care for wordplay that muddies the true essence of numbers. So she would not think that the death of all those people can be attributed to something as vague and nonsensical as "fate."

Third and final point of this tangent, 37 does not like to be proven wrong. Or rather, 6's character event shows us that, no matter what she's told or how she behaves, 37 will always believe that she's in the right.

With all of this in mind, I think that finding out that this accident was something scripted--that is to say, part of the "truth" (or canon, from our perspective) of this world--would reinforce 37's beliefs. This miscalculation was a mistake born from her former self, the 37 that did not truly understand the world, before she achieved self-awareness. And now that she's wide awake, there's no way that she could ever make a mistake like that ever again. If else, I can see her being mildly irritated that it took her this long to open her eyes, struggling with the fact that she's not the first person to become self-aware. And just like she casually reveals other people's numbers, she would dangle the knowledge of self-awareness in front of others instead of keeping it secret.

On the subject of finding out about the Player, I'm not quite sure how 37 would react. Sure, 37's life is ruled by the same dogma that rules everyone else within Apeiron, but her approach is devoid of that same spiritual and religious devotion that others like 210 carry. Like we see in 6's character event, 37 does not care about the importance of the number 6 nor whoever holds the title, because the "truth" is that everyone within that bloodline is going to inherit the title at some point or another. Compare this to 210, who treats the previous 6 (Atticus' aunt, Alma) with such reverence.

So perhaps that's how 37 would act, then? This "divine" figure is yet another 6 for her, someone who has all relevant knowledge, nothing more and nothing less.

I like to think that 37 is able to see the Player very clearly right away, the same way she can see people's numbers, whereas 6 is the one who can hear them clearly, the same way he inherits the Revelation from his ancestors.

And unless you're another super math genius like her, I can absolutely see 37 pouting about it. How come someone like you gets to be "outside" in the world of Forms? Maybe she becomes curious about finding "proof" of your world, to confirm whether you live in the world of Forms or something else entirely, perhaps yet another world of Matters, full of Fragments. Realizing that the world the Player lives in is practically identical to her own--minus the existence of integers and fractions, just a world full of imaginary numbers--would be a curious experience for 37.

I can also see 37 telling Vertin the Player's own soul number the moment she figures it out, perhaps as a way to repay the favour for the events of Chapter 05. Assuming she survives that bomb, I actually don't know what happens in Chapter 06 LMFAO....

Long story short, not many would realize that 37 has become self-aware, since her behaviour remains largely the same. And it wouldn't affect her as deeply as it affects other characters.

[chi-ow-hua]

Medics are messy.

Or, well, the medics themselves probably shouldn't be too messy, considering they are sometimes the only thing standing between a gruesome wound and Thanatos himself. Although medics probably shouldn't perform surgery while wearing flip flops, either, so maybe that's not saying too much.

But regardless of appropriate footwear (or lack thereof), the profession itself is messy. Blood. Muscles. Organs. Bones. You name it - Will has seen and touched it all.

He can vaguely remember being a bit grossed out, in the beginning. He supposes that would be the natural human reaction when confronted with gore. Especially of the real variety. He's grown out of it, though. Plus the perks that come with his position are nothing to sneeze at.

Nico teases him for not liking horror movies, but the truth is that to Will they are just incredibly mind-numbingly boring. It doesn't matter how realistic the wounds or special effects look - hell, they could cut open a real human being and the injury still wouldn't faze him, no matter how gruesome. Because for Will, the worst part isn't the visual. That one he got used to pretty quickly, considering. It's everything else. It's the smell, putrid and overwhelming and always so horribly nauseating he swears he can taste it. It's the sound, failing organs frantically trying to fulfill their purpose in a desperate cacophany the movies can never get quite right (if they even remember to try.) It's the revolting knowledge that what you are feeling does not belong outside of a body, that it shouldn't be able to be felt like that.

They watch a bunch of horror movies anyway, because Nico knows how to press his buttons and manages to bait him into it every single fucking time.

("Please", Nico had whined in a tone he'd never dare use outside of his cabin. Maybe Will's shamelessness is contagious. Or maybe Nico knows that, without witnesses, nobody will ever believe him. "It's for the aesthetic".

Will had felt his lips contorting into a smile, even as he'd tried to keep on his mask of fake indignation. 'Aesthetic' is one of Nico's favorite words, along with 'vibe' and 'rancid'. Will kind of loves that he knows that. Nico can be as cool and badass as he wants, doesn't change the fact that he's an absolute dork as well.

"Come on, you know you're gonna give in anyways" And then, because the little shit knows what he is doing, he'd winked. And, well. Will is not too proud to admit that he is an absolute sucker for brown eyes. Especially these ones.)

He should probably be embarrassed about how easy he is, to be honest. But things like shame or propriety or even self-respect kind of go down the drain when you are perpetually exhausted and have seen basically the entirety of Camp in various states of undress. He used to think that that was the reason naked bodies didn't seem to have the same effect on him as on other people, but then the Michael-thing-that-shan't-be-mentioned happened and. Well. Let's just say Will is very aware that being a medic and having an active sex life are not mutually exclusive. Their father's slutty tendencies have been inherited by quite a lot of his half-siblings, as it turns out.

Besides, even if the movie itself is boring, Nico's reactions are hilarious. The jumpscares always get him, even if the fucker tries to deny it. And when a movie manages to really grip him, Nico will make sure to keep Will just slightly behind him. Will isn't sure whether that is a voluntary action or just instinct, but it always makes him swoon all the same. Nico is probably aware of it, freakishly observant as he is, but he never mentions it, so neither does Will. Gods forbid Nico stop doing it - that boy is jumpy even outside of shitty movies.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Do you think the members of cross guild would get a long with your oc characters? Or would it be an all put brawl?

This is going to end up eventually being covered in my fics, so I already know how they all get along, but I'll give a little detail anyway on a few of them.

Hercinia Wren

Married to Crocodile for almost ten years by the time Cross Guild forms. More of a business arrangement than a proper marriage, but it's worked for this long so why bother changing anything? They secretly do care about each other but are both much too proud to admit it.

She may attempt to flirt with Mihawk occasionally when she's annoyed with Crocodile, for the sole sake of making him jealous. Mihawk esentially just disregards her existence unless otherwise forced to contend with it, in which case he typically just glares at her and makes a shooing motion until she gets offended and leaves him alone.

Buggy is frankly a bit afraid of her. He's seen her order Crocodile around, and that's more than enough reason to be wary. Wren is well aware of this, and is happy to use it to her advantage, as it means she can use Buggy as an errand-boy.

Karimi Lionne

She's no fonder of Crocodile than he is of her. Full avoidance on both of their parts, as often as possible.

In a committed relationship with Mihawk by the time Cross Guild forms. He won't tolerate any threat to her well-being. She's frequently irritated about how protective he is, but considering how lacking she is in the art of self-preservation it's really for her own good.

Her history with Buggy initially came about with him sinking her sloop and essentially holding her hostage, so she isn't particularly fond of him. He's a little more wary now to avoid crossing Mihawk or her father, but Karimi refers to him almost exclusively as "that jackass clown."

Lyon D. Rollo

Not too concerned with Crocodile. Lyon is as protective of Wren as he is of all his old crewmates, but he knows she can handle herself and frankly almost pities the guy a little for being under her thumb.

Still a little weirded out that his daughter is romantically involved with a man the same age as him, but is doing his best to accept it; but if Mihawk ever does anything to hurt her, it will be a very different story.

Was often the butt of Buggy's jokes when they were on Roger's crew, and not much has really changed there; but Lyon takes it in stride and still considers him an old friend. Buggy often refers to him as "Lyon D. Dipshit," but in a brotherly kind of way.

Janx

He isn't above reminding Crocodile that he had a toxic relationship with Wren first, and Wren isn't above using Janx to make her husband jealous. Best not to leave him and Crocodile alone together for any period of time, as there likely will be blood.

No real opinion of Mihawk. Karimi is his goddaughter, so as long as she's happy, he's cool with the guy. Mihawk just considers him an idiot, and he probably isn't wrong.

Very storied past with Buggy considering they're literally brothers. At the point where Cross Guild forms, Buggy is still resentful of Janx for all but disowning him when he joined Roger's crew, but despite that Janx would protect his little brother with his life.

Can't really give anything for my other OCs since they're not involved with Cross Guild at all (Hizashi is off enjoying his retirement in East Blue, and Clara ended up joining a different crew), but this is how it goes for the rest of them.

[randomtacoscry]

I've been reading about a million articles pertaining to the 100th ep and I literally CANNOT wait (although I am still nervous about the buddie stuff becoming canon). Here are a few different passages/quotes from the press tours leading up to the ep tomorrow that make me think we are getting bi!Buck though: From Us Weekly Entertainment's "9-1-1’s Oliver Stark Says Buck ‘Doesn’t Quite Understand’ His ‘Jealousy’ of Eddie (Exclusive)" - Oliver Stark says his character, Evan “Buck” Buckley, will use his bond with best friend Eddie Diaz to figure out his emotions in 9-1-1 season 7. - “I think it’s almost a feeling of searching or uneasiness, not necessarily with Eddie, but within himself, and it’s easier sometimes to put that onto somebody else than have to do the self-reflection and self-interrogation of, ‘Hey, what am I actually feeling here?’” - quote from Oliver Stark - Stark confessed he felt a sense of responsibility in bringing the story line to life — especially during such a major milestone for the show. - “And I think that’s kind of the story that we’re able to start to tell here, is that Buck isn’t consciously aware of the thing that he’s looking for or what’s lacking in his life,” Stark shared with Us. “And as he hopefully starts to discover that it’s this cathartic, liberating feeling of just being able to ease into it and breathe out this big sigh of relief at last.” - “I like to think it’s somebody that can challenge him, but I think maybe somebody where it’s not too easy for him,” he told Us. “I look back at all his past relationships, and even though he hasn’t necessarily been the one to end them at the beginning, it’s always kind of been pretty easy and smooth sailing for Buck. He’s kind of had a crush, got the person.”

From Hello!'s "Exclusive: 9-1-1's Oliver Stark previews 'intimate' 100th episode, says it will 'honor these characters'" - Oliver admits the episode will "further his character development a lot".  - "More than anything, I think if [this development] is going to impact the 118 it will only be in a positive sense. Buck has real family to lean on in the 118 and he'll certainly be making use of that; it's a chance for them to all grow as a unit," - a quote from Oliver Stark - But Oliver is certain about one thing: "Buck's journey of self-discovery will, for sure, be a long-running [character arc] but I think I just want to see Buck settled, and proud, of his decisions, and to be able to walk tall and not feel like he needs to hide any part of himself and just be open to being the Buck that makes him." From TV Insider's "‘9-1-1’ Episode 100 Sneak Peek: Buck’s Bothered By Eddie & Tommy’s Plans" - "[the episode] also leans very heavy on character. At this point, we’ll have spent 100 episodes with these characters. It’s nice to let them be and just look at their lives and explore where they are a little bit as we look back and think about all we’ve done and all that culminating.”