#typos are so annoying

[icarustypicalfall]

pepole make collections of cute stuff

i collecte erasers :D

many of them but couldn't find the others

been finding them for four years now 😭💀

you can tell i love writing 💀

[oursystemblog]

Hi I’m a newly discovered system and its been causing me a little stress that I (the host?) don’t experience blackouts or full amnesia, but then I read some of your old posts about feeling like everything’s in grayscale and emotional amnesia and was like “:0 that’s like me!”

I was wondering if you would be okay describing what it feels like when someone else fronts? That’s something I’m trying figure out for myself and maybe hearing other people’s experiences would help ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Also all the comics are amazing keep up the good work 👍)

so the uhhh. so the person fronting never really feels like they "disappear" or get pushed away it just feels like they Change Into A Different Person . but we still Exist while not fronting but nobody remembers what that's like because w. yeah no i don't get the technicalities of how this works i'm not worrying about it too hard

[harbingersglory]

hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

[lost-in-fandoms]

@boycarfreak told me to do it so I did. This is longer than I was expecting so it's on ao3 too.

cw: explicit sexual content, oral fixation, a bit of praise kink (because of course, I was the one who wrote this, what did you expect), under-negotiated kink (not negotiated at all tbf), cockwarming

Max has always spent an almost embarrassing amount of time studying Daniel.

It had started as a way to integrate himself in a team that was much bigger than anyone he had experienced since then, a way to learn from a more experienced driver, to become a better teammate. It hadn't taken long though before it had simply become a way to learn things about Daniel, to fill his brain with Daniel knowledge.

When Daniel had left, the additions had become rarer, details he had to pick up during drivers meetings and parades, while watching onboards, promotional videos that made his stomach curl in jealousy. It's been years since he's started, the Daniel drawer in his brain filled to the brim, but when Daniel gets promoted he's not surprised to find that there are still holes to be filled.

They're in a meeting the first time Max notices it. Daniel has always had nervous fingers, biting at his nails, shredding napkins and playing with paperclips, so it's not new to see him fiddling with a pen. What's new is seeing him absentmindedly putting the pen in his mouth and starting to lightly suck on it.

Max valiantly ignores the way his dick is immediately interested in the action, and observes instead how Daniel's shoulders drop, some of the nervous energy bleeding out, leaving him looking more focused, settled. He looks at how he bites down on it, moves it around with his tongue, saliva forming a thin shiny line when he takes it out for a second to write something down, before putting it back in his mouth.

Despite how...interesting this new find is, Max forces himself to not put it in the Daniel things drawer quite yet, not when it could be just a one-off occurrence, but then. He keeps noticing.

He watches as Daniel bites on the straw of his water bottle, not even drinking from it, wrapping his tongue around it over and over again, obscene in his absent mindedness. He watches as he plays with his mouth guard, as he bites on the wire of some headphones, on pens and pencils. And every time, it seems like something in him relaxes, some tightly coiled nerve loosening.

He puts it in the drawer.

He doesn't exactly plan to use his newfound knowledge, but after all, he's never stepped away from an opportunity, never not gone for a gap. It happens on a Saturday, before qualifying. Daniel is bleeding nervous energy all over the garage, too sharp jokes and too loud laugh making Max feel like he too should be bouncing off the walls.

He understands how Daniel feels. They're both unhappy with the car, fighting somehow both understeer and unpredictable oversteer, pushing against the lack of pace with a relentlessness that leaves them both exhausted, but he understands that it's different for Daniel. Max is the team. Max has three championships and a place in whatever team he would pick, if he wanted to move. Daniel has, once again, the need to prove himself. To show the world that it was right to promote him, that he can still fight in front, by Max's side. It doesn't matter if the car is shit, he needs to fight it harder than Max, because he has more to lose.

So yes, he understand Daniel's badly concealed nerves, but he doesn't think it's going to be productive, to go into qualifying with shaking hands.

He goes for the gap.

"Daniel." Daniel's head snaps around, attention already gone from the mechanic he was bothering, smile too big and too bright already turned towards Max.

"Max! Maximus! What can I do for you, mate?" Daniel punches his shoulder, then again his arm, seemingly unable to stop himself. Max doesn't complain.

"Come with me."

He's not expecting Daniel to follow without questions, or in silence, so he's surprised when Daniel just. Goes. Bounces behind him in that cartoony way he has sometimes, fingers sliding over every single surface he passes by, jumping to slap the top of the door when Max guides him into his driver's room.

He closes the door and watches as some tension immediately disappears from in between Daniel's shoulders, now that they're away from the people and the cameras, away from the stage where he feels forced to play his act. He looks more tired than Max feels, older in a way that Max's brain sometimes forgets, still stuck with the Daniel he used to be.

Max sits down on the small couch.

"Sit," he says. Then, perhaps a bit too late, "please."

Daniel sits, not arguing, not asking questions. Something stirs inside Max at the simple way Daniel is accepting his guidance, but he refuses to look at it too closely right now.

"Do you need help with something, Maxy? Advice from a multiple times race winner as me?" Daniel laughs at his own joke, and Max is unable to stop himself from smiling too, but he shakes his head.

"I want to help you," he says instead. Daniel's posture changes, going rigid for a second and then curling in, defensive.

"Am I doing that bad?" he asks, still laughing, as if Max would be tricked into thinking it's not a serious, terrified, question.

"You're doing great," he reassures without even having to think about it, "but you're tense, and I think I can help with that."

Daniel wiggles his eyebrows, loosening his stance again.

"You gonna give me a massage, Maxy? Get your big, strong hands and..." Daniel yelps as Max doesn't let him finish his sentence and drags him down to lay on the couch, his head in Max's lap, but doesn't struggle. He goes silent, waiting for Max's move.

"If I am wrong, you can punch me," Max tells him, trying to keep his voice light, and void of the amazement he's currently feeling for the way Daniel is just letting himself be moved around, pliant in Max's hands.

He positions him so he's sideways on the couch, cheek smushed against Max's thighs, and then, when he's happy with it, he brings two fingers up to Daniel's mouth.

This is the lead up to the corner. He saw the gap, he's going for it. If he's wrong, if Daniel closes the door in his face, he's going to drop back, or worse, crash against the barriers.

Daniel opens his mouth.

It's almost surreal, the feeling of Daniel's mouth, wet and warm around his fingers, his lips closing around his knuckles, his tongue touching his fingertips. Max forces himself to not hold his breath, to not get hard, to not make any of this about him. Daniel's restless legs still as he sighs and closes his eyes, and Max is almost overwhelmed by the amount of trust Daniel has just thrown at him.

One of his hands is still fidgeting, opening and closing, fingers single-handedly picking at cuticles. Max brings his free hand up into his hair and presses a little bit more into Daniel's mouth, down on his tongue, watching how his slack jaw opens a little around his fingers before closing again. Daniel's hand stills and he breathes out, long and steady, relaxing into Max's lap.

Time becomes sticky. Seconds dragging over each other, minutes hesitating before sliding away, being sucked back into Daniel's mouth like his spit on Max's fingers.

Max keeps an eye on the clock, not wanting anyone to interrupt before they have to go back out for qualifying, but it's hard when Daniel is like this, open and soft, settled by his own hand.

When the time is up, too soon, way too soon, Max moves the hand he had kept buried in Daniel's curls down to cup his cheek, turning his face towards him and gently sliding his wet fingers out of his mouth. Daniel whines a little, blinking up at Max with glazed over eyes, and Max needs to take a second to sternly remind his dick that this is not about them before he can smile.

"Time to go," he says, aiming for light, landing on guiltily fond.

He gives Daniel time to go back to himself, to blink away the fog in his brain, then helps him to sit up. They don't talk before going out, even if Daniel does send him a long, thoughtful look, but Daniel is still loose and relaxed when he jumps in the car.

Max gets P2, Daniel P4.

Max doesn't push again, doesn't even bring up the topic. He sees how Daniel looks at him sometimes, but he knows how Daniel is, how he'll need time to think about this, turn it over and over around his brain, until he can't bear it anymore and he decides to barrel through.

Max likes to think he's a pretty straightforward person, a pool. You look at it and you know what you're gonna get. People often assume Daniel is the same, but Daniel is a spring. Water so clear it looks shallow, ground just below the surface, but then you get in and you can't touch it at all, optical illusions hiding its depth. Max has thrown a rock in the spring, now he needs to wait for the water to settle, for Daniel to find his footing.

It takes Daniel two weeks.

He walks up to Max with a too-confident smile and asks "it's not going to be a problem, right?". When Max denies, his smile softens, and he pats him on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Max feeling like he just accomplished something good.

It doesn't really become routine, but it does become a thing. Sometimes, when Daniel is too high-strung and restless, he'll meet Max's eye and Max will lead him away. He doesn't care really about what everyone else in the garage things they're doing, disappearing like that and coming back smiley and loose, he only cares about Daniel performing as well as he possibly can. And if he gets to enjoy the feeling of having Daniel in his lap, trusting and relaxed, from time to time, well that's just a bonus.

The thing changes after a particularly frustrating race. Max had started P2, finished P3, and Daniel had started P3 and ended up all the way back to P9 because of a fucked up start and pit strategy. He's tired and frustrated, hating this long season, hating the car, hating the disconnect he feels from the team, especially after the last few good years. He wishes he had decided to leave straight away instead of waiting for tomorrow, but it's too late to change it now.

He almost doesn't answer the door when he hears someone knock, just wanting to be left alone, but the Daniel drawer in his mind is full and he knows that pattern and he's never learned how to tell him no.

Daniel looks restless and tense, fingers twitching and smile way too bright, and it doesn't take Max's much to understand why he is here. Somehow, instead of making him feel more tired, it makes him feel better, knowing there is something he can do right, something that will make them both settle.

"Maximus!" Daniel pushes past him, bouncing slightly on his toes, eyes sweeping around the room .

"Hello Daniel," Max replies, following more slowly, door closing with a click behind him. He doesn't ask before going to sit on the small couch, patting the cushion beside him. Daniel though, doesn't move. He bites at the skin of his thumb, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eyes never meeting Max's.

The uncertainty throws Max off. They have a way of doing things now: Max will sit, Daniel will lay down and take his fingers in his mouth, and then they'll let time pass. But Daniel isn't sitting.

Maybe Max has read him wrong? He's not used to reading Daniel wrong, he doesn't like this.

"Are you okay?" is not the question he wants to ask, but it's the one that comes out of his mouth, and he hates the way it makes Daniel flinch a little.

"Yes, yes," Daniel nods vigorously, curls bouncing, nerves so clear Max can almost taste them in the air. He waits as Daniel takes a breath, then another. " I thought..."

Daniel stops again, and then Max sees it, the moment he too decides to go for the gap. Daniel has never been one to hold back either, always pushing just as hard as Max, sending it full speed in the corners, braking late late late.

Daniel goes for the gap and drops to his knees in front of Max.

"You can tell me no," he says, all tension focusing into determination, eyes steely when they meet Max's wide and surprised ones. Max doesn't want to say no. He's not allowing himself to think too much, doesn't want to have expectation, doesn't want to imagine what might come next, but he knows he's never wanted to tell Daniel no.

He shifts, picking up the decorative pillows and handing them to Daniel, enough of an answer for the both of them.

He doesn't hold his breath when Daniel reaches for his shorts, raises his hips to help him tug them off, but he can't help himself when Daniel pulls down his underwear.

His dick is still mostly soft, just barely starting to chub up, and for a second Max doesn't know if it's going to be what Daniel was expecting, if he's going to be disappointed, if he's going to raise his eyes again and say no thanks, and then...

Daniel sighs, leaning forward, apparently unbothered. Max is driving blind, new circuit without a track walk, unprepared for every new turn Daniel is throwing his way. He sits still, trying to breathe, letting Daniel take control this time.

Daniel wraps a hand around Max's ankle, the other in his lap, and then takes Max in his mouth.

They both exhale at the same time, and Max can almost see the tension leave Daniel's body. He shifts, laying his head on Max's thigh, and closes his eyes.

For a second, Max is sure he's going to go insane. Daniel's mouth is so warm and wet around his dick, his tongue laying flat against the underside of it, moving slightly when Daniel gently sucks back the spit pooling in his mouth, but then it's like something dislodges in his chest and he can just. Relax.

He can't forget that Daniel's lips are wrapped around his dick, but it's like his focus shifts. Time stretches again, and all that counts is Daniel. Daniel's curls under his hands, Daniel's eyelashes brushing against his skin, Daniel's warm hand like a cuff around his ankle, Daniel's cheek slightly bulging out, Daniel's slow deep breaths.

He doesn't know how long they stay like this, an exercise in patience, better than all the dumb meditation stuff Rupert has been trying to get him to do, but it doesn't matter. He'd be happy to stay like this forever if that was what Daniel wanted, what Daniel needed. Here, it's just them, the world far away, Daniel safe in the bracket of his legs, Max safe in the wetness of Daniel's mouth, and it's perfect.

It's an eternity later when Max realises he's fully hard, and as soon as he does he needs to focus to keep his hips from fucking up into Daniel's mouth, the simmering arousal in his gut suddenly becoming a sharp need. It's almost impossible to stay still, but he doesn't know what Daniel had signed up for when he had gotten on his knees, and he refuses to mess this up for them. Even if it means losing his mind.

But then, almost the same time, as if connected to the same timer, Daniel shifts with a soft whine, head raising from Max's thigh to pull back a little, tongue swirling around the head of Max's dick, making him gasp.

Daniel doesn't open his eyes, but the air frizzles with electricity as he bobs his head once, twice, nose brushing against Max's pubes. He knows he's not big, but the sight of Daniel being able to take all of him so easily hits Max like a punch in the gut.

"Fuck," he moans, the first proper word either of them has said in ages, "Daniel."

He's so close already, feels like he's been close the whole time, warmth curling low in his gut.

"Daniel," he says again, half a moan half a warning, hand twisting in his hair. Daniel pulls back slightly, then sucks again with a whine, and Max finds himself shaking through his orgasm, Daniel's name stuck in his throat.

He feels Daniel's hand around his ankle spasm, the only part of him that isn't fully relaxed, as Daniel swallows, and Max moans again, hips twitching in oversensitivity now, his dick still in Daniel's mouth.

"Daniel." It feels like the only word left in his brain, but it seems to be enough, because Daniel lets him go, whining and panting against his thigh.

"Come here, come here," Max asks, dragging Daniel into his lap, the other's legs useless after spending so much time on his knees, a new urgency making them both shake.

"You were so good," he finds himself babbling, hand frantically dipping into Daniel's sweats and underwear, while Daniel drops his head on his shoulder, whimpering softly.

"So good," Max repeating, panting against Daniel's head, mouth watering at how big and wet Daniel is, barely knowing what he's saying. "You are perfect, Daniel, so good. Such a good boy."

He twists his wrist and Daniel closes his teeth on Max's shoulder as he comes with a cry.

They're both shaking as they come down, Daniel a warm, boneless weight in Max's lap, breathing heavily.

"Thank you," Daniel rasps after a while. He's not moving from his hiding place in the crook of Max's neck, but Max can still feel him smiling slightly, feels the corner of his mouth tick up as a reflex.

"You're welcome."

They'll need to talk about this, probably, it's not the same as what they were doing before, and Max really wants to know if he's now finally allowed to kiss Daniel, but he can give himself a few minutes with this before doing that.

Pole position, his brain unhelpfully provides, cooldown lap.

He rolls his eyes at himself and presses his lips to Daniel's hair, waiting for both their hearts to slow down in sync.

[dalekinapaintedparadise]

Stumbled upon a Reddit thread (don't ask) where people still whine and bitch about having to pick the "Nah, fucked that up too," dialogue option at the Oil fields to have a good relationship with Johnny. Saying that it needs to get fixed, calling it 'antagonizing' him, further proving that they don't understand him or his friendship with V at all. Sorry, but what's still not clicking? Holding him accountable for what he did and being honest with him is the only way you can have a good relationship with him for a reason.

It's not scolding him, it's not being mean, it's just V telling him 'No, what you did hurt me and I can't trust you anymore.' And he needs that, he needs someone who won't let him get away with the shit he does, he needs someone who is honest with him and won't just agree with everything he says so that he can grow and change. He knows he royally messed up, but he needs to hear that from V too. How do you expect V to have a true friendship with him if they just let him walk all over them and act like he did nothing wrong and everything's fine?

And it makes sense that the devs chose this as the secret ending unlocker because you can't have them storm Arasaka Tower together in full synergy when some parts of them are still at odds with each other.

Listen, I love Johnny as much as we all do here, but he needs to be called out when he messes up, and that's that.

[oozeandgoo-art]

heard it's open season on yachts down here

[carbonatedjem]

Tokomaru Week 2024 - Day 7 - Family

Woo! Managed to do the whole week! Last time I attempted this kinda thing I only got like, 3 prompts done. Hope ya'll liked this, and I can't wait for Syomaru Week, gonna try and go all out (and also prep in advance, i really was getting these done the night before pretty consistently)

I think this prompt is the one I struggled the most with. Originally considered just drawing a Marriage Proposal with my mind rationalized that it'd be like, Komaru and Toko officially becoming a family at that point?? I also considered Komaru and Toko adopting one or more of the Warriors of Hope. Somehow my indecisiveness eventually lead to a Christmas pic in August lol.

Also designing these two as adults was fun! Mixed on Komaru's results admittedly.

Really once again hope ya'll like this and the following Syomaru Week! These two ships really mean a lot to me since they played an integral part in finding my gender identity as a woman, something I used to be too embarrassed to say but now feel very proud of. I owe a lot to these characters (Bonus points cause Toko and Syo are like, so gender)

Bonus doodle under the cut

I will try and draw that cuddling when I get a chance

[bxriles]

nesta stans are so annoying. you all complain that she was “abused” by going to the HoW but she would be dead in a ditch somewhere without feyre intervening. get over it feyre was right you just won’t admit it

I am about to be the biggest dick right now because BRUH. I need you to be so for fucking real.

“ShE wOuLd Be DeAd In A dItcH”

My brother in Christ, with all disrespect intended, please shut the fuck up. My GOD. Nesta, a character who has been HORRIFICALLY traumatized, decides to cope by drinking, gambling, and having one night stands, and that means she was going to end up dead in a ditch?? You would be SHOCKED to hear how most people deal with their trauma. You would be SHOCKED to know how uncommon it is to lock a person up because someone else doesn’t like the way that person is coping.

(Disclaimer since you people have the reading comprehension of a fucking goldfish: I know some people do get locked up when they’ve been coping poorly for too long. That is not the majority of people though and you fucking know it. If you got locked up against your will for drinking a bit too much and were happy about it, GREAT. But I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that is the minority of people. And yeah, I am downplaying Nesta’s drinking because it’s not like she was guzzling liquor every second of every day and passing out on streets out in Velaris for everyone to think she’s a homeless drug addict and it’s not like she was having physical withdrawal from lack of alcohol. It’s also not like she was drunk every single time she saw one of her sisters or at family events like Winter Solstice. She was just partying hard. Not saying it’s great behavior. It’s not, but I also don’t care because I AM NOT THE PURITY POLICE.)

Why is it so hard for you people to admit that if you hate Tamlin for locking Feyre up then that means you need to AT LEAST be critical of Feyre for locking Nesta up? And before you say Feyre had her reasons, SO DID TAMLIN. I’m not saying Tamlin was right to lock Feyre up, but he had his reasons just like Feyre did. They both fucked up. I don’t know why that is so fucking hard for you people to grasp.

ALSO. CASSIAN LITERALLY SLAUGHTERED AN ENTIRE VILLAGE AFTER HIS MOTHER DIED. BE SO FOR FUCKING REAL WITH ME WHEN YOU BITCH ABOUT NESTA’S COPING MECHANISMS WHEN CASSIAN DID THAT.

[alluralater]

thoughts/vent post

yesterday i was thinking about how big the united states is and how it’s crazy that if someone were to invade, we really just wouldn’t know if they were quiet and smart about it. then i started today thinking about the insane amount of cop cities being built all over this country, quietly. specifically being built in places that have been known for protesting. we are being invaded right now, quietly but surely. our government has realized that there is possibility to overthrow them and they’re putting all this shit into motion now because in 5-10 years there will be an INSANE amount of unrest, even more than we’ve seen in the 2020 black lives matter protests, even more than we’ve seen in the current palestinian genocide protests. the police presence at both of these kinds of protests have been overwhelming. though protesting is a legal right. (for non-americans-> it is legal but it isn’t actually and that’s why it’s so dangerous to do. our government will pretend certain laws don’t exist whenever convenient). all cops here are bad and they serve a system meant to harm and imprison citizens + protect property of the rich. doing anything else is actually what you’d consider outliers to their intended purpose, though it still doesn’t negate ACAB. even the way it’s taught in our country, protesting was actually only okay for this group of white guys when THEY wanted to overthrow the british government. that one we’re supposed to clap for and anything else historically was frowned upon at the time. many people are killed, jailed, and/or injured at protests at the hands of police and our mainstream media is owned by those in power, so they’ll call it “rioting” and flip shit around to confuse even more of the population + try to turn us against each other. it is extremely rare that anyone protesting actually does something to cause harm and therefore dEseRvEd to get their shit rocked by these weirdos in uniform that sold their soul for 22k a year. in my opinion it’s like the stanford prison experiment but imagine it large scale because there is very little training and they’re basically taught to shoot without more thought than it takes to upholster their weapon. oh and they’re taught to aim for kill shots so that’s… ??? pretty much they’re just untrained idiots walking around with no idea what they’re doing and they get off on the sense of power given to them. AND the way the military + police system work similarly is that they teach people not to think. don’t think, just shoot. don’t think, just take someone to the ground. don’t think, act. they are vessels without thought and harm people the same way— thus in my opinion, are soulless.

btw does anyone wonder where all this funding is coming from?? where this country refuses to help their own citizens or deliver aid to countries in need while saying it isn’t in the budget, they will instead always have money for weapons, for bombs, for sending money to other countries that want to commit atrocities. they will always have money for militarization. this country is guilty of so many things and the fact that we can just print more money to continue the horrors is— well, it’s horrifying. you can’t even count on the idea of us running out of money because somehow there is somehow ALWAYS money for murdering people overseas. fucking disgusting. that pentagon tax audit missing trillions of dollars is makin reeeal noise right now.

does anyone know the process of how you go about getting a country disbanded? more on that, how do we go about ruining the process of these cop cities. i’ll be researching. i want them left empty like those unfinished amusement parks. i want them turned into free or low-income housing. i want them turned into agriculture or food centers because food deserts are at an all time high.

the media is flooded right now with trending pop culture topics and while this is distracting, if you live in the USA, cop cities are a HUGE problem and we’ll be seeing just how bad the effects are in a few years. we’re going to see a lot of our citizens desperate for work (because the economy is in a perpetual state of decline and the rich are getting richer while costs of living for the rest of us increase even more and jobs become more scarce) and there’s no way these cop cities won’t start eventually offering programs for debt relief, education, healthcare, and housing— pretty much exactly what the military here does already for many citizens who believe they have no other options than to enlist so they can survive.

militarizing your citizens against your citizens??? leading by fear and oppressive force??? taking advantage of the vulnerable populace??? not changing the system but instead doubling down when eyes are drawn away?? overturning laws meant to protect them??? drafting new laws to smite them?? encouraging genocide and taking part in said genocides because it’s profitable?? that’s just… so… american government. we have literally never lived in an actual democracy. not once. everything we have is stolen and/or covered in blood. there is no changing or redeeming the past but the future is wide fucking open for change. if we lived in a true democracy, the changes we (the overwhelming majority noted in polls and census taking) have been asking for would already exist. america is a force of greed and deception, eating and eating itself and everything around it without pause while claiming it is still hungry for more. it will consume itself eventually but not anytime soon. i doubt i’ll be around to see the fall. i doubt any of us will. i wanna grab people by the shoulders and be like— please don’t wait on the future to save you. we only have right now to save ourselves.

god ugh anyways okay i’m done. probably gonna talk more shit in the tags though

[shiraishi-kanade]

Interactions that I want to see in proseka: An Shiraishi edition

Buckle up, folks. This is gonna be a long one.

New interactions

An & Kanade: this is actually more of a biased one (in a "I want to see two of my favourite characters interact" way), but I really hope to see more of them. An and Kanade are aware of each other's existence through Mizuki and the Twilight Festival event, but it's very surface level and I really want their potential to be explored more.

Despite appearing very different on the surface level and leading very different lifestyles, An and Kanade have been foils to each other basically since launch. They both grew up surrounded by music; they both have, and have shown since a very young age, a prominent talent in it (singing and composing respectively); they're both extremely passionate about what they do and are very hardworking, to the point of sacrificing their own well-being to it (a trait that, interestingly, more like early Kanade, but more recent An), and they also have a shared topic of grief.

Both An and Kanade suffered a loss of a loved one that impacted them deeply, and both of them choose to, at least to some extent, repress their own feelings regarding that. While I don't think their interaction/event should necessarily touch on that topic, I think it would be good for the both of them to have a friend who can relate to something that horrifying and personal.

(Additionally, while we didn't know what killed Kanade's mom, we know it was some kind of illness, and chances are it'll be same/similar to what killed Nagi. If Kanade shared how it was for her to witness her mom slowly fading away... I think that would make for an interesting conversation.)

Honestly, I'd take just about anything with those two, from grief and angst to composing and potentially even light-hearted event like Spojoy Park. I just really want them to meet properly.

An & Emu: Genki girls!! They are very dear to me personally despite not having met properly yet. They're also the reason I'm upset An has moved on from disciplinary committee: missed opportunity for her to catch Emu sneaking in! They would be fun to be around each other, I think, once An would get used to Emu's manner of speech (which she also somewhat shares, as shown in Nuanced Language sidestory. An being able to understand Emu-language from the get go would be a hilarious twist)

On the more serious note! Emu and An have a lot of shared themes, especially those of loneliness and abandonment issues, and also the way they chose to deal with those feelings. A lot of people say they're suppressing their emotions; I'm rather inclined to say they're avoiding them. If faced with each other who are, in a way, a reflection of their flaws, they might not be able to avoid it anymore - I think that would potentially be a very insightful interaction for them.

Moreover, they (along with a couple other characters, like Touya and Kanade, although for them it's much more minor) share the topic of legacy. Both of them lost a close one that has left behind a dream and both of them, voluntarily, stepped up to keep it alive. I think in that regard An and Emu would be able to understand each other in a very unique way. They have way more to their possible friendship than it seems on a surface level.

An & Mafuyu: one of An's most defining character traits is being a good friend and accepting of everyone - more than that, she earnestly believes she could accept all people if she tried hard enough. I think, for Mafuyu, having a friend, or even an acquaintance like that, someone who is put off by her behaviour and overall mannerisms but actively tries to understand her and be friends with her despite that, as well as someone who is so passionate about a dream she has she build her whole life around it, would be very useful.

(this is also the reason I hold a grudge with 2024 White Day event. It's beautiful and fun and all but An's not had a limited card for over a year and haven't had neither Valentine's nor White day, I thought FOR SURE this one. We could have had it all :( )

An & Saki: similar to An and Emu, both of them have a lot of both serious and comedic potential. They're lively, they're athletic, they're passionate about music - there is no feasible reason for them to not hit it off right away when they meet. I don't quite imagine the rest of their groups being able to keep up with their energy.

Still, underneath that energy, there is an underlying topic of loneliness that they both went through, and although An's is incomparable to Saki's, I think there would be this kind of understanding between them, too. While being extroverted and having a lot of friends, An has spend years searching for "her" person without success up until main story. I don't think she had any actual, deep bonds with peers going on in her life aside Haruka. Having a close-knit, big friend group might just be what both An and Saki have missed out on in middle school. That's an interesting observation, isn't it?

More of That, please (Already know each other but I want to see them More)

An & Haruka: in terms of Haruka and An, I really want to see more backstory for them. I know we've already seen it briefly, but there is so much more to it. How close were they? Did Haruka know Nagi in person or from description? What is Haruka's relationship with Vivid Street? Did she go to WEG to sort her thoughts out because An was there, or because it has a connection to her, too (The Non-Idol Me sidestory)? Did they grow more distant throughout Junior High? There is much to unpack here still!

And also, I just like their friendship overall and think we're really lacking their area interactions and accidental meetings, stuff like that. There should definitely be more.

An & Rui: the sillies. Now that An isn't a hall monitor I expect her to take absolute delight in Rui's antics.

They've performed together a total of three times (if we count the New Year show, even though it was more of a Tsukasa stage) and all of them went spectacularly. An is just the right amount of impulsive and reckless to be someone who's able to meet Rui's ideas halfway and match his energy, even though she's normally skeptical about it when she isn't a part of the performance. Hell, An even jokingly mentions becoming an actress!

I think they definitely should interact more and I want it to be utterly ridiculous. It's a shame it didn't happen a little earlier in Rui's story, but, for example, An (together with some other characters) doing acting gigs for Rui could be extremely fun.

An & Tsukasa: both the comedic and the serious angst potential is there; An's and Tsukasa's recent arcs do align quite nicely even though they're not exactly the same. They could probably have a nice conversation about it.

I think it's also fun to see An not realising that she comes off just as loud and pushy to other people as Tsukasa seems to her. But they definitely do have the same energy! I really liked Let's Study Hard and the New Year's Show for that; they're extremely passionate and Tsukasa admires An's passion and skill - I wish they elaborated on this more!

Also, An should definitely have something going on with Tsukasa with her passing the role of the hall monitor to him, especially with Rui around. No way they won't even mention it.

An & Shiho: they had an awesome time together during the In The Corner of Resonant Town and I'm BEGGING for them to get closer as friends. From fashion sense to music to their personal issues, they have a lot in common. I think they've had their share of deep talks and I'm not exactly looking for that anymore; something more relaxed like a jam session or just hanging out is another thing, thought.

An & Ichika: I'm biased in a way that I love them and I also think it would be very funny for Ichika to have a second vocal teacher. Ichika & Nene are very dear to my heart, but as things stand, An should canonically be more skilled in vocals (while Nene is definitely a superior actor) and her skillset probably fits Ichika's genre better. And An was teaching Kohane at the start, so we know she knows how to! There is no particular motive behind it other than I want to see them together more and I think that would be a perfect way for them to get closer.

Additionally, Shiho mentioned how An must be experienced in MCing and how there must be a lot they can learn from her. That. I want that to happen so badly.

An & Nene: no thought head empty just please more of them. Especially singing. I want them to sing together again, I loved hearing Nene's little monologue and I like the way Nene was able to give An tips on acting and singing while acting; they're extremely sweet, they're polar opposites while also being similar in a bizarre way, and I really want the writers to go all in with the classmates thing.

[emsloe]

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[macabre-crab]

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[diabolicjoy]

mittens !!!! pattern X - i modified a bit because my yarn was a bit more thick, so i shortned a few rows of the colorwork & added the burnt orange details instead :)

[touchlikethesun]

i feel like, years from now maybe even decades, i will still be waking up in a cold sweat thinking about the last line of mdzs.

"and forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again."

[vii-is-free]

Parseltongue or Snoring

Summary: A moment between Natty and Sebastian that she often thinks about.

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"Phew." Natty sighed. Another long day at the library complete.

She carefully tread up the stairs, as to keep from dropping the stack of books in her arms, pushing the door open with her shoulder. The extra homework Professor Weasley assigned was killing her social life, as was that dreadful field guide. She welcomed the bright ambiance of Central Hall, eager to spend the afternoon with her dorm mates.

As she approached the top of the stairs, Natty noticed Garreth Weasley, waving at her. Next to him was Leander Prewett, whose attention was focused at something near the doors to the greenhouse.

“Hello Natty,” said Garreth, “would you like a bit of help with that?”

“Ah thank you!” She said, offering the stack of books his way. Garreth ran his fingers down two, no, three book spines, leaving Natty with only her field guide to carry.

“I hope my Aunt Matilda's assignments aren’t driving you too bonkers.”

“Of course not,” Natty lied. She glanced at Leander, who was chuckling to himself. "What are you two doing?"

“Just watching our dear Slytherin classmate across the way.” Leander pointed at a small figure crouched against the corner of a wall. Natty was surprised to see it was Ominis Gaunt of all people. His head was dropped down, eyes closed, and Natty noticed the rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders.

Was he...sleeping?

“Is he okay?” Natty asked.

“Ominis does this quite a bit,” Leander said, “Sleeping outside. Not sure I blame him, considering he dorms with Sallow of all people.”

Natty was only four months into her first year at Hogwarts. She kept to herself mostly, as the considerable amount of schoolwork made her too busy to do much else. Of course, it did not help that she was constantly under her mother's watchful eye. She was grateful to be in Gryffindor, as her housemates always went out of their way to make her feel included. As a consequence, however, she did not have much experience with students outside of her house.

She didn’t know Ominis, but she knew his connections with dark wizards. He seemed friendly enough. But Natsai knew many wolves in sheep’s clothing, and to gain her trust wasn’t easy. She preferred to keep a healthy distance between the two.

“Isn’t he from a wealthy family?” Natty said, leaning against the banister of the stairs.

“Not just any wealthy family,” Garreth said, “The Gaunts. Direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin.”

“They’re so obsessed with their bloodline,” Leander said, “they’ve taken to marrying their own siblings.”

Natty frowned. “He's going to marry his sibling?”

“Doubt that,” Garrett said, “He hates his sisters."

Natty found something endearing about watching a supposed rich kid from a pure blood family sleep on the floor like that. Perhaps she was wrong about him?

Was he a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Or just another lamb up for slaughter by his own family of dark wizards? Natty couldn't be sure.

"Anyways," Garreth said as he leaned the stack of books against the railing. "Do you hear that?"

Natty leaned forward, focusing her attention on Ominis. Through the sounds of the students’ chatter and papers flying in the air from magical books, she heard a soft rumbling coming from his direction.

"Is he...snoring?" Natty chuckled.

"Perhaps!" Garreth said, "Or is it Parseltongue? Leander and I are waging a bet."

“Snoring,” Leander murmured, “Not that I've ever actually heard Parseltongue. I imagine it’s just a bunch of hissing.”

“Me neither, but....I’m gonna say-"

“Levioso!”

Natty's stack of books fell to the ground, and she jumped at the sight of Garrett and Leander being swept off their feet. She turned her head to see a chuckling Sebastian approaching them.

“Garreth! Prewett! Nice to see you this afternoon."

"You as well," Garreth said shakily, glancing quickly between his feet and Sebastian. "It's just a bit of fun between Leander and I, nothing insidious!"

"Put us down!" Leander demanded, his arms flailing about.

"Funny I should catch you here, Garreth," Sebastian said with a smirk, “I found something interesting in Madam Scrivner’s desk!” He effortlessly kept the wand steadily pointed at them as he used his free hand to pull a stack of looseleaf papers from his robe.

“On hand detention notices for one, Garreth Weasley,” Sebastian waved the notes in front of Garreth's face. “I considered selling them back to you but, I think I have other plans in mind.”

“Oh, Sebastian!” Garrett laughed nervously, “Come on now!”

Sebastian smirked, a flick of the wrist released the levitation spell, sending Leander and Garrett crashing to the floor. He placed the papers back in his robe pocket and started walking towards the stairs. He stopped in front of Natty, and looked in her eyes.

“He’s snoring, by the way.” Sebastian said. The playfulness on his face evaporated at like one of Garreth’s failed potions.

“Ominis never speaks in Parseltongue.”