#unless its just called untouchable idk

[achilleslyre]

someone needs to make a video edit with obito with that song thats like “i’m untouchable, untouchable” or whatever it is

[umemiyan]

𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙈 / 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙐𝙈. — 𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖳 𝖨

𝘕𝘌𝘟𝘛 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘗𝘛𝘌𝘙 ･ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ･ 𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ sfw, but minors dni (potential for nsfw continuations) / jjk manga spoilers / this is my version of "came back wrong" gojo inspired by recent events, but it turned out somewhat softer than i expected / what happens when satoru is brought back and suddenly finds himself deeply attached to you of all people?

yandere!gojo / he's also slightly higher-needs disabled coded… idk i tried to approach it as best as i could. it's an unfamiliar thing for reader and they're trying to process it / i very well may try to continue this because it is rotting my brain!! / 1.7k words

“Satoru… you need to eat.”

A full bowl of soup sits on the table before him untouched, his hands resting unoccupied in his lap and eyes trained on your figure as you circle around to stand near him. That piercing blue gaze is ridden with innocence, lips parted like those of a quizzical child, but they turn upwards into a pleased grin when you take a seat in the chair next to him.

You’d prepared a rather simple dish, something you figured might be easy for him to consume and digest given his… peculiar state, but Satoru apparently had yet to pay any interest to it. He instead sat obediently in his chair just as you had commanded several minutes ago, unable to initiate the task of feeding himself, for he was much more intrigued from afar by your every move as you tidied the kitchen. It was as though he couldn’t find the drive to function unless you were within an overwhelmingly short distance of him.

Satoru’s heart thumps now that you’re close, a burst of satisfaction rushing through his brain. Dopey yet stimulating chemicals. You are Pavlov’s ringing bell. 

He is reminiscent of a child picked up from school by their beloved parent, or a puppy being reunited with its owner after a day at the vet, overcome with joy and unable to properly contain it. He leans forward and presses his lips to your neck as though that is the appropriate response to his elation, the crossed wires in his brain telling him that this is the sort of affection that will please you and is therefore the sort of affection he most desperately wants to give.

His condition was difficult to understand, and you wouldn’t call yourself properly equipped to deal with it, but there was simply no other option but to try; Gojo wouldn’t let anyone else try, the horrible rattling in his skull consuming him when deprived of your presence for too long. Yuuta had described the look in his eyes as “frenzied and lost.” You were told that the infirmary still needed repairs.

Once he returned to this world, Satoru had been stripped down to his essence, bare bones, a creature of instinct, reduced to something quite simple yet difficult for the average person to understand. But you had to understand, or try at the very least. This was the new burden placed upon your shoulders; it was either soothe this new version of Satoru Gojo for the sake of the world, or find a way to send him back into the icy arms of death. You were often caught between which option sounded worse.

However, when met with the sweetest and most earnest of his smiles, your bones were frosted with guilt, and you regretted ever entertaining the idea of letting him go again.

You stumble over getting him to perform necessary tasks and be further than 5 feet away from you at any given time, because it seems that, upon his revival, Satoru equates you and only you with everything of importance in his life. It’s more than a little unnerving given the fact that you’d never so much as even kissed prior to the loss of him, and now his neurons only fire off every happy memory he’s ever had of you, every positive thing he’s ever felt, no matter how stifled. You are his entire world now, and he can’t even verbalize it, but as each day passes following his awakening, you’re starting to gather that much on your own. You can’t be frustrated for long, however, because his cheerfulness is contagious, his enthusiasm making you feel loved even if it is somewhat smothering.

Is this selfish of you? 

The man's lips travel slowly across your skin, pacified by your presence, your taste, and ignoring the grumble in his stomach. How does one differentiate the types of hunger? You don’t attempt to fight him off, but rather exhale a defeated sigh in response. It hasn’t been long since you’ve been tasked with this responsibility, but it feels as though you’re frequently fighting a losing battle and failing him all the same. It’s so peculiar, so very unnatural… but still, you have to try.

“Satoru, please…” you beg, voice light in his ear and a hand settling at his nape. His nerve endings come alive every time his name leaves your lips. The bell. “Just one bite? For me?”

That seems to do the trick, as you’ve gathered. Satoru pulls himself back, hyper-aware of the tone in your voice and suddenly willing to comply. He’s more than eager to accept the spoon into his mouth when you offer it, placing your fingers beneath his chin and carefully bringing the soup up to his lips. He swallows it with ease, the task literally more palatable now that you’ve reminded him of how badly you would like him to complete it. Anything for you.

“There,” you say, satisfied and offering a faint, exhausted smile. He grins widely in response and hums, no longer capable of words of his own, but his simple noise expresses his glee with efficacy. Satoru decides to punctuate it by pressing the tip of his nose to yours for good measure.

It feels wrong to enjoy these subtle moments of intimacy with someone who doesn’t appear to be in his right mind, but who are you to say whether he is or not? There’s still an agency he possesses, a heart full of emotions, and a mind teeming with thoughts that you wish you could be privy to. He might be different now, but part of you wants to say with certainty that the old Satoru is still here with you somehow—you can sense it. He chuckles at particular images that flash across the TV and still gets a kick out of teasing you to some degree. To diminish that seems like a disservice to him.

You’re unable to deprive him of the happiness your closeness provides nonetheless; in fact, it’s obviously rather dangerous for you to even try and do so. Satoru’s conscious recollections are filled primarily with you, but his body is still more or less the same as it always was—the vessel of his clan’s power, the strongest sorcerer on earth. You’re not sure to what extent he remembers how to control these abilities, but part of you doesn’t wish to find out. For now, you care for him, placate him, re-learn him. Nothing is certain about the situation other than the fact that he apparently needs you now more than ever.

Your eyes soften at the warmth he exudes, and you wonder if he really remembers who you even are—or were—to him. It’s not worth pondering over for now, however. He needs to eat.

“Another?” you ask, testing to see how willing he is to fulfill your wishes. Satoru often easily complies once you’ve expressed satisfaction in him doing so, but all of this is still so new and experimental; you never know when he might decide to switch gears.

However, still smiling, he nods, and you bring another spoonful of soup up to his lips for him to swallow. It pleases you to see him finally getting something into his stomach, and he can sense it, taking it upon himself to further your agenda and simultaneously realizing just how gratifying it is to fill his belly.

“Good,” you say, and he feels rewarded. He is crowned by your praise. Exalted. You take him to the greatest heights with the simplest of words.

You place the spoon back in the bowl and Satoru takes it in his grasp, feeding himself without quarrel while you observe. Most of his motor skills appear to be intact as far as you’ve seen despite the cognitive and behavioral changes, and if someone were to look upon him from afar, you’re fairly certain they would never know the difference. But you’re still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together little by little, deciphering each bit of information and also determining just how deep his severe attachment to you really goes.

Why did it end up being you? Why do you suddenly seem to be the only thing that makes sense to him in this entire universe?

You can’t answer that, he can’t answer that, it’s just the way it is. Satoru doesn’t need to know why you nearly consume his every thought, he just knows that you make him happy, and that’s truly all that counts in his version of the world. He’ll chase it on instinct until death decides to take him again; he’ll tear down anything that stands in his or your way, for you alone are all that he thinks he has left to cling to. Never matter the others that show concern for him—they’re nice enough, earning a small smile or even the privilege to touch before he shakes them off and seeks you out again. It’s nothing personal. It’s simply pathological.

Leaning an elbow on the table, you turn the possibilities over in your mind as you silently watch him eat. A life has been restored, but yours has been turned upside down, and you have to figure out just exactly what you’re going to do about it. You suppose that taking baby steps ought to be the best way to make progress, but how do you make space for someone like this out of the blue? You’ll have to give it your best shot.

Satoru finishes drinking down the remaining broth of his soup, and you pose a question. “Would you like to go for a walk with me today?”

He sits the bowl down and looks over at you, eyes assessing your features and mind processing what you’ve asked. He hasn’t been out much in the days following his return, but you don’t see any reason to keep him cooped up inside if he happens to respond well to a casual outing with you. Taking him for a stroll outside seems like a decent way to test the waters.

Satoru smiles and nods, recalling memories of how your hair looked when touched by the wind. He’d be glad to accompany you outside if it meant he could see you glow in the sun, radiant and warm. The center of his universe.

“I think it’ll be nice,” you remark with a grin, an ounce or two of weight being lifted from your shoulders at the positive shift in outlook. Baby steps.

Reaching out to take your hand, Satoru squeezes it in his own to convey his agreement. It’s as if he’s trying to say, “everything is nice when I’m with you.”

[deputy-buck]

Miscellaneous Tag game

Thank you for makin this and tagging me Mar!!! @ronald-speirs

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Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I haven't been many places at all, and all of the places I enjoyed are neighboring states (Florida, SC, Tennessee, Alabama.) so it's almost the same as being home. I'll say Alabama, went to a cliff that my parents, aunt, and uncles used to climb and camp at all the time, idk what it's actually called but they always called it Sand Rock (take a guess what the rock is primarily made of...) it was entirely untouched when they used to go, but now there's fucking campsites and a huge pavilion there, I hate it bc the pictures my parents took made the place look so perfect and secluded, no trash anywhere. Now there's a fucking dumpster with shit leaking out of it and stupid "Beware! Cliff!" signs everywhere like no shit there's a cliff its a rock wall you idiots-

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

.... girl idk- I guess I'm proud of how regardless of the circumstances, I always stick to my morals and principles. Thanks for that one, dad.

Favorite books?

Oh!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!! hmm-

One Bullet Away - Nathaniel Fick. Probably my favorite of all time, it's so well and personally written, made me cry every time I read it.

Islands Of The Damned - R.V. Burgin. I love how simply he wrote it, like he really put his authentic self on those pages and didn't try to seem "more educated" than he was because he was just a little Texas boy and I loved that about him.

Those are really the only ones I can recall details from so I'll stick with those, but I did enjoy Helmet For My Pillow - Robert Leckie a lot, I read that in the truck while waiting for my brother to get out of class,. Generation Kill - Evan Wright was also good but it read so... grade-school-y, ya know?

My To Read list is:

With The Old Breed - Eugene Sledge. Started it but couldn't continue bc it seems like he's censoring himself a bit and IIIIIIII don't fuck with that, I'll power through it eventually though.

Red Platoon - Clinton Romesha. It's by a Medal Of Honor recipient from The Battle of Kamdesh, the only reason I haven't read it yet is bc i will sob about it for days after and I'm not ready for that.

My To Buy list is:

China Marine - Eugene Sledge. I WANT TO KNOW EVERY LITTLE DETAIL OF HIS TIME IN CHINA AFTER THE WAR-

(switching to non-war books oops)

Call Me By Your Name & Find Me - André Aciman. I just want to kill myself really, I want to hurt so bad that I never recover. Both are written in first person though and I hate that shit...

The Power Of The Dog - Thomas Savage. I watched the movie first and now I need to base my whole life off of these pieces of ART like fuckkkkkkkk.

Fellow Travelers - Thomas Mallon. Uhhhhhh yeah I want to submerge myself in this series entirely. Supposedly there's an ass ton of changes from in the series from the book, like Hawk being in the Army in the show and not the Navy like in the book, and I need to know if there are Seaman jokes-

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

Maizie 💚💚💚💚 my goofy goopy gooby girl 💚💚💚💚 my baby 💚💚💚💚 my sweet little bully girl 💚💚💚💚 the light of my life and the hindrance of my life-path 💚💚💚💚 the most stressful thing I've ever had to deal with day in and day out 💚💚💚💚

also cock. yeah that makes my heart happy too.

Favorite thing about your culture?

The MEN- okay I'll be serious. I'm not exactly sure what my culture is since Southern culture is Black culture (no I won't fight anyone on this unless you've been here, experience life here, and looked into literally any staple of Southern culture and seen that yeah 99% of it is rooted in Black history) and I'm.... Ghostly- I love the sense of community and the general easy-going but also absolutely chaotic feel you get everywhere you go. Like yeah I could get called "baby" and "sugar" and "honey" by the sweet old cashier, and then right when I walk out of the store I could suddenly be helping some stranger pack a deer with ice and have blood all over my hands and arms, the polarity of Southern-ness is great.

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

I want to say two and a half years ago, not really sure though- Band of Brothers was my first watched it back to back like four times, then Gen Kill and watched that one probably four times back to back as well, then The Pacific like two or three times back to back, and now I'm suffering through MOTA.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I have not. I don't really want to either bc I don't want to realize all the inaccuracies of the show vs the true events. Like the little things, I don't want to watch the show with distain-

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Oh fuck you Mar, I can't choose!!

BoB: I cannot choose, I can't. I love so many of them way too much that it hurts. Loved whenever Johnny yelled "BULL!!" like yes bestie I would scream his name too-

GK: Poke <3 whenever he was on screen was my favorite. I think his "and all the love in their hearts, from their wives and children. And all that hate, dog. All the hate it took to blow these motherfuckers away. It's destiny, dog! White Man's gotta rule the world!" and that was the first time we saw Doc smile too, love that for them. Alternatively whenever he looks at Brad with his shark-like smile, I would FOLD if he looked at me that way.

TP: SID AND YOU ALREADY KNOW THIS MAR FUCK I LOVE THAT BOY SO MUCH I NEED HIM SO BAD. When he tore Gene a new one about why they were the ones that made it back and not all those other guys, like yes put your boy in line-

MOTA: *crickets*

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

HBOwar: Sort of? Not as of late but I have written a few fics and made a few moodboards, can find all of them in my masterlist. I'm sorta working on some TP stuff but it's so hard for me to write for that while FT is consuming my every waking thought.

Fellow Travelers: HAHHAH I CAN'T STOP- Oh I've already made so many little webweaves and edits and a moodboard, and rn I'm working on a puppyplay fic hahah

UFC: I don't make content though I kinda wish I had when I was super-super into the fighters on a personally level lmao

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

I don't have one, like there's not a specific actor/actress I've watched shitty film for. I usually enjoy Mads Mikkelsen in whatever he does, Jabob Pitts is also lovely, Anne Hathaway is my If I Was Straight actress

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"Give what you get and don't complain when you get what you give."

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

Mm, I don't know, I'm always cold and I hate it and will never willingly live any further north than where I currently live, also no further west than Louisiana cause fuck Texas on a personal level

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

I don't know what a beta reader is please explain SOMEONE-

Three things that make you smile?

Actually being on a job site regardless of how anxious it makes me, I've spent way too long doing what I do from home and not being a part of the installation process.

Hearing other people laugh, idk why but hearing anyone laugh makes me smile.

These pictures of my goofy goopy gooby girl

Any nicknames you like?

Buck is a nickname and I love it cause it's so fucking HICK like ME

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@ronald-speirs !! even though like none of your posts from any of your blogs are showing up on my dash?? hate you tumblr-

@ableedingpen !! BRO I WANT TO KISS YOU YOU ARE SO FUCKING AWESOME TO SEE IN MY REPLIES LIKE I GET STUPIDLY EXCITED-

@corkyviolet !! your screencaps are so fucking good and I cry at all of your edits-

@verawhisk !! we don't post the same content anymore but I do still love to see you around, V you are the GOAT

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Shoot myself. No joke, I don't want to deal with that.

Favorite movie?

uhhhhhhhhh, All Of Us Strangers ripped my heart out, not sure if it's my favorite though

Do you like horror movies?

No (sorry Mar) they never appealed to me, I prefer a documentary about real fucked up and gorey events-

Tagging: anyone!!! have fun y'all!!!

[letterstotheflre]

my drug is my baby

summary: sirius is glad he was patient enough with you and takes part of what he has been craving most

warnings: daddy kink, a smidge of religious references, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering and oral sex (fem receiver), innocence/corruption kink

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i kinda hate this now but i think it’s because i read it too many times, idk || i think it's a universal experience to not being able to cum from your own fingers... right?? and we all know that sirius has a crying kink... also i think it’s so hot when they make you thank them for letting you cum, sue me!!

Sirius Black liked to believe he was a patient man when he needed to be.

He was known for being reckless, always jumping into the next adventure without much thought, ready to follow James wherever he went. Most of the time he spoke without thinking, especially if he knew his comments would make his parents red with rage. Sometimes he didn’t even mean what he said, he just spewed whatever progressive or controversial opinion he had in hopes of making his mother’s heart stop beating.

He revelled in making rash decisions, somehow always ending up being benefited by them. He never gave much thought to anything: always doing his homework last minute yet somehow still getting top marks, taking some jokes too far, never taking into consideration other people’s safety unless they were close friends.

Some may call him selfish, but he liked not having to put too much thought into every single action. He spent most of his childhood walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being punished or worse, Regulus taking the beating for him. But now that he finally escaped the Black family, he enjoyed the freedom that came with leaving Grimmauld Place.

He enjoyed breaking rules and creating chaos. It made him feel mighty, knowing he had the power to make all of those choices, still coming out on top, and see how they affected certain people. Most applauded him, revered him for being so spontaneous and adventurous; others couldn’t stand him, complaining about his mean jabs and sometimes harmful pranks.

Yet he knew how to wait for the things he deemed important or worthy. He knew that it was best to wait for Euphemia’s cherry pie to cool down before eating it, to wait for three days after the full moon to make a werewolf joke to Remus, to wait a few hours after James lost a Quidditch match to suggest a quick trip to The Three Broomsticks. And he knew it was best to wait for you.

Good things come to those who wait, that was his mantra. Of course, most of his restraint when it came to you was because he cared deeply about you and your comfort, but his conscience also drove him to keep his hands to himself. Every time his hands were about to go under your skirt, every time he heard your breathy moans when he kissed your neck, every time you looked at him with pouty lips begging for a kiss and his fingers craved to squeeze your neck, he took a step back. He felt so guilty for tainting something that in his mind was so pure, so he just held you close and peppered your face with kisses until you giggled.

But the thought of you being so untouched and how bashful you looked when he teased you or someone made a sexual comment made him want to ruin your innocence. Something inside him craved to see you tainted, to have you writhing under him as he rolled his hips against yours while you clutched his shoulders. He wanted to take that holiness you had and turn it into something so sinful that there was no way for you to ask for redemption.

And when you opened the door and took the first step, who was he to deny you?

He dragged everything out. Since the day when he taught you how to touch yourself, he wanted to make you wait for every sexual act that followed. He wanted to see how long it would take for you to beg him for some relief.

So today during a lecture when you looked at him with glazed over eyes and begged him to help you relieve the strange ache you felt in your stomach since you woke, he decided to be benevolent and give you some relief. He swiftly moved his hand under your skirt (thanking God that most of your closet consisted of that particular piece of clothing and dresses) and pushed aside your underwear before his fingers made way between your dripping folds. He didn’t enter you, just played with your clit until you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

But when you whispered a small “thank you, daddy” and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, the only thing he wanted to do was take you back to his room and press you to the bed until your legs shook and tears ran down your cheeks. His eyes quickly scanned the classroom to make sure no one saw or heard anything, shoulders tense because of your words. All he could see were students with their own glassy eyes as they listened to whatever the professor was talking about. Fucking tease, Sirius thought.

And now, as he watched you on your knees and clutching his leg, lips pouty and cheek nuzzling his jean covered thigh, he was thankful for being patient enough.

“Please, Sirius, they’re back,” you said. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but played dumb as one hand petted your hair. “What’s back, baby?”

“The tingles,” you explained.

“And you need me to fix it, hm?” A small taunt was evident in his tone. “Your hands aren’t enough anymore, right bunny?”

Your cheeks warmed up at the implication, nevertheless, you shook your head. You still managed to make yourself cum, but the way Sirius could play with your clit like an experienced musician and how his big hands moved your hips along his jean covered leg would never compare to your dainty digits. The thought of his big fingers inside of you was enough to increase the tingles, and your hands pressed down on your stomach trying to soothe the pain.

“Please, Sirius, it hurts so bad,” you whimpered.

“Use your words, angel. Be good,” he said. You looked up at him with watery eyes, your mind already slipping and not letting you form too many coherent thoughts. “Please, daddy,” you sniffled.

He kept petting your head. “What do you want, angel?” He asked, looking almost bored with the situation as he listened to your pleads. “Anything,” you whined.

He shook his head, mocking disappointment. “You know you have to ask for what you want, puppy.” Even though he wasn’t angry, honestly a little amused at your desperation, his voice was stern, trying to engrave his rules in your fuzzy brain.

Your hands squeezed his leg, “I need you… down there.”

“You need to be clearer.''

You closed your eyes. You hated being so crass, but Sirius certainly had no qualms about it. “I need you… in my pussy,” you got out. But it wasn’t enough, not for Sirius who longed to ruin every aspect of your innocence. “What do you want, baby? D’ya want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Both,” you whined. Bingo, he thought with a dark smirk that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you weren’t absolutely drenching and desperate for his touch. “Up you get, puppy,” he said, “lay on the bed f’me.”

You got on the bed right next to him, your head laying on one of your fluffy pillows. Your dress rode up a bit with your movements, but it didn’t really matter, and you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the tension while you waited for Sirius to do something. He simply watched you, taking in the image of you wriggling in place and toying with the rings he bought you for your birthday.

You felt a soft touch on your calves, and it gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Sirius’s hands were moving slowly up your legs, nudging them apart without needing much force since you complied immediately. You were about to burst, ready to scream at him to just get on with it, but decided to keep quiet.

One of his hands made its way to the edge of your dress, swiftly going under it and his fingers slightly grazing your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked at the soft touch, but then just as quickly as it came it was gone. “No, come back!” you implored, reaching for Sirius’s wrist but being too slow.

Sirius arched one eyebrow, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out, “M’sorry, I just need you so bad. It hurts.” But Sirius remained where he was, arms now crossed over his chest as he looked at you. His eyes were full of disappointment and you wanted to cry, “What’s gotten into you today? You were so demanding in class before, so bratty, I don’t think you deserve it at all.” He was stretching the truth, you were by far the least bratty person he had ever been with, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw how much his words affected you.

A few tears fell at his words, “No, no, m’not bratty. I’m a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be so so good, your best girl! I won’t ask for anything more, m’sorry.'' You were saying anything you could to convince him that you were still his good girl, his angel.

Your lips were quivering and your chest was heaving with sobs you tried to keep inside; babbling apologies and trying to convince him that you would never act like this again, and he finally took pity on you. His hands gripped your ankles and opened your legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He could see a dark patch on your lavender underwear, and he huffed out a laugh with a slightly amused shake of his head. “I forgive you, bunny, but you’ll have to take everything that I give you. D’you think you can do that f’me?”

You nodded eagerly, choking a small ‘thank you’ as you tried to control your breath. He grabbed the ends of your dress and bunched it up over your waist, not bothering to take it off. He licked a strip over your underwear and the combination of his warm tongue with the friction of the cotton cloth was enough to make you mewl.

Sirius could not deny that he had been craving to taste you once more after he licked your fingers clean that day, and now only getting a smidge of your taste from what seeped through your underwear drove him insane. He needed to taste you completely, so he quickly pulled them off and pocketed them in the back of his jeans.

He used his fingers to spread your folds wide open, staring hungrily at all the slick that had gathered. “Oh puppy, look at the mess you’ve already made,” he crooned. “Y’re dripping, d’ya really need me this bad?”

“Yes, so so bad. Please, daddy.” He was so close, his warm breath hitting your wet folds and making you tremble in anticipation.

You watched, using your elbows to raise yourself a little, as he slowly started to take his rings off. “Hold ‘em for me, bunny, don’t want them to get dirty,” he said as he slid his chunky rings into your fingers. The metal dangled a little because of the size difference, so you closed your hands to keep them from falling.

Finally, his tongue made contact with your clit and you sighed in relief. It was followed by a moan when he started to suck on it, making sure to swirl his tongue all around before slurping. He looked like a starved man that finally came into contact with some sweet fruit, moving his head around your pussy to have you gushing on him. The ache in your tummy was slowly decreasing, now replaced with a nice fluttering feeling.

Your whines and moans echoed through his ears, resembling the most beautiful angel choir he had ever heard. He pulled away for a moment, “I’ve been waiting to taste you for days, puppy. S’better than I remembered.”

The more he pushed his tongue inside you, the more your legs shook. You involuntarily closed them, your pillowy thighs acting as earmuffs around Sirius’s head. He let them rest there for a few seconds before pushing them open once more, adding more fervour to his movements, eager to drink your sweet ambrosia.

Your closed fists went to his head, and you opened them a little to grip his hair, trying to ground yourself. “Gonna cum, daddy, can I?” You breathed out. Sirius just hummed, sending vibrations that were enough to make you let go. You tried to close your legs once more, but his shoulders prevented you from doing so. You felt like you were floating, your brain shutting off for a few seconds before returning to earth.

But Sirius didn’t stop moving his tongue, one of his fingers circling your hole before entering you slowly. Just one of his fingers felt like two of yours, even though you knew it wasn’t an accurate comparison. The stretch this time burned more than when you touched yourself, and you whined while shaking your head. “Too much, s’too much.”

Sirius paused for a moment so he could press your legs to your chest with one hand while the other kept moving in and out of you. The sudden switch in position made you gasp, but not as much as when Sirius thrust his fingers hard. “Are you dumb? I told you you had to take everything I gave you. D’you want to make me mad again?”

More tears fell when he curled his fingers, expertly finding that spongy spot inside you that pumped white heat through your veins. The way they twisted resembled a musician fiddling with a harp, your needy whines accompanying them like the main act. “No no, I can take it” you gasped, drowning in bliss as his fingers kept hitting the perfect spots.

You were already so close, Sirius giving you no respite as he quickly pushed his fingers. Your hand gripped his arm, fingertips digging the ink-covered skin. “C-close,” you whined, eyes rolling back and mouth open as you felt the tension ready to break.

“Going to make more of a mess, angel?” he grumbled, and you tried to nod as much as you could in your constricted position. Sirius chuckled, “Dirty little thing. Go on, I’ve got you.”

You whimpered brokenly as he pulled another orgasm from you. It felt like his fingertips were scrapping your insides to drag it out, and your feet dangled in the air as you swung them while trying to grab his wrist to stop him from moving.

Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes from you, with your pretty tears dripping down your cheeks and your chest heaving with small sobs from how good you felt. For him, all for him and only ever for him, because no one had ever touched you like he has and no one else ever would. “You look so pretty like this,” he cooed. “God I love your tears, baby, look how hard you make me.”

Your eyes moved down his body—when had he taken off his shirt? His tattoos splayed over his toned muscles made you clench around his fingers. You adored the small drawings that covered most of his body, they looked so beautiful on him and you just wanted to cry even more at how pretty your boyfriend was. When your eyes moved lower, following his previous instruction, you could see there was already a bulge in his pants that you knew was his cock, and your mouth watered at the thought of it just resting against his stomach like it did the first time you sucked him.

“I wanna feel you,” you cried while stretching your hands to touch him. He let you, your soft palms going over his chest and grabbing his shoulders so you could pull him down. “Kissie,” you breathed, letting his lips hover over yours for a second before kissing you hard and messily. His tongue played with yours and it only added more fuel to the fire inside you.

A moan broke you apart when his fingers resumed their pace, “P-please, no more” you babbled, the stimulation too much to bear.

“How are you gonna take my cock if you can’t take my fingers, hm?” He asked and you whined, his fingers burying themselves up to his knuckles and making your eyes roll back once more. Your mouth was dry from being constantly open, whimpers and moans constantly escaping from the open cavity. “Come on, one more, I know you have it in you. My good girl aren’t you?”

The squelching sounds were so dirty and they rang through your ears,  yet even through your fuzzy mind you could discern the important words, “Y-your good girl,” you managed to get out with a smile, glad to be praised by him.

His other hand pressed down on your legs even more, and now you could see the way the digits moved in and out of you, a slight sheen coating the skin every time they came out. “God, you were right, bunny, you are tight,” he grunted, “I don’t think I’ll ever fit, m’gonna break you.”

At that, your eyes widened. “No no, you’ll fit, daddy!” But he just chuckled at your desperation, “M’gonna break you in half, angel. Do you want that? Do you want me to split you open?”

A small chant of ’yes’ and ‘please’ echoed through the room. You could feel another wave coming, ready to wash over you as your toes curled in anticipation. It was like you were dangling on the edge, your hands holding on for dear life as you tried to hold on, and your moans grew louder and louder with every thrust Sirius gave.

Your clenching walls around his digits were warning enough for him, and he kept his eyes on your form as you struggled to keep it at bay, waiting for his permission. He watched as your ring clad fingers scrambled to the sheets, gripping them tightly as your head moved from side to side. “That’s it, bunny, let go f’me” and with one harsh thrust, you slackened the hold you had on your release and finally let go.

If you felt like you were still on your body you would’ve screamed. A white heat engulfed you as your vision grew hazy, your hips raising of their own accord and aiding Sirius in dragging your orgasm out. You looked so beautiful like this, a sweaty sheen on your skin and now tangled up hair sticking to your forehead. Sirius leant down, tongue cleaning the fallen tears before they dried, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

He grabbed your face, squishing your spit covered cheeks. “What do you say, angel?”

With a shuddering breath, you looked into his stormy eyes as he cleaned your release from his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, daddy.”

You tried to lower your legs, but Sirius kept them in place. You stared at him, confused, yet he was staring at your puffy cunt, all shiny and stretched out for him. A smirk covered his lips as he finally looked at you, “I think y’re finally ready for m’cock, angel.”

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[sarandsaffitz]

Classic English Muffins, p. 227, Dessert Person by Claire Saffitz

Made on 7.9.2022

Hi there! I took a little break from making all the Dessert Person recipes into vegan ones because we had a little heatwave (not conducive to using an oven) and I got a new job! I decided to postpone doing this recipe because it requires good timing, and I just didn’t feel like allowing it to stress me out. So, I waited for the perfect opportunity and now I have finally made Classic English Muffins (although, they’re maybe less ‘classic’ because they’re vegan!). 

Make it vegan!

Claire calls for ‘scalded milk’ in this recipe, which essentially is milk that is heated until steaming and forming a skin on top. Apparently when you bring milk up to this temperature it changes the molecular structure (? I’m not a scientist, don’t quote me on this) and this has an effect on the way the dough rises. IDK all I know is that coconut milk and dairy milk are very different, but I went along with this step even though I used coconut milk and everything worked out just fine.

Substitute: milk for coconut milk, butter for Earth Balance or your favorite vegan butter brand, honey for maple syrup. Also, I forgot I needed cornmeal for this recipe and realized I didn’t have any until the last minute. Polenta makes a great substitute in a pinch.

Tips:

Be sure you time this properly. The dough needs to rise for an hour to an hour and a half, and then be refrigerated for 8-12 hours. I started this at 7pm on a Friday night and got up at 9:30 am after the dough had rested in the fridge for 12 hours (just to give you a sense of the timing on this).

Also: Claire says you need a stand mixer to make this and I think she is right on this one. I have a two beater stand mixer (which my BFF Caroline found for free on the side of the road!) and while this worked OK, it’s not ideal because the dough hooks do not sweep the entire perimeter of the bowl, therefore some dough is untouched unless you move it to be in contact with the beaters. Essentially, it’s a hand mixer I don’t have to hold. I was able to get this dough to a similar consistency as Claire’s in the video, but it did take about twice as long to get it there.

My dough may have been slightly more wet than Claire’s. I imagine if I were to get a stand mixer and try this again that might change that, but I can’t be entirely sure. When I tried to pick up each cut out of the dough it didn’t really want to hold its shape as much as Claire’s did. I also ended up stacking cut outs on top of each other to get a similar thickness to Claire’s. Perhaps I pressed mine out too thin!

Overall, I think this recipe does qualify as ‘easy’, especially if you have a stand mixer. I would definitely try it again, but it’s not something I see myself doing on a regular basis. I was most excited by the nooks and crannies in mine, I was most worried that wouldn’t come out and it did! 45/60.

[shihalyfie]

@sage-striaton replied to your post:

Idk how people can say Frontier has characters that lack depth. Imo it’s a very psychological season. The whole adventure thing is aimed to making them grown in their behaviours and feelings, it’s a big metaphor of their development

I’m sorry for hijacking your response to my post to segue this into another rant of mine, but I want to emphasize that one of my goals with this blog (if I can be said to have any) is that I really, really, really want people to re-examine whether they actually believe in the rhetoric that’s been dominating this fanbase for two decades, or whether there’s more to it. This is especially in regards to the fact that we’re talking a series deliberately written in such a way that it’ll change meaning and nuance as you get older, so it can “grow up” with you in a sense, and yet it seems like -- especially in regards to Adventure through Frontier, due to their position as the oldest series that the majority of the fanbase was elementary or preteen age during -- people are still regurgitating the same rehashed twenty-year-old ideas like they’re undeniable law. It’s one thing if they’re saying it because the series didn’t sit well with them the first time and they don’t want to watch it again, but we’re reaching a recurring problem where it’s sort of “brainwashing” even people who don’t actually believe it but feel compelled to go along with it, or wouldn’t feel that way if it weren’t for peer pressure. Obviously, there are dissenting opinions, and ones that are even very loud about that, but that pressure remains.

The mainstream opinion in the fanbase is that Adventure is untouchable and impervious to any criticism, 02 is its inferior sequel with half-baked characters, Tamers is an auteur work that’s the “deepest” of the original tetralogy due to being dark, and Frontier is devoid of much substance at all. Even those who don’t really believe in this will still be pressured to go alongside it, those who like 02 or Frontier will be pressured to consider it a “guilty pleasure”, and it’s only very recently when certain events revealed that the idea of 02 actually having quite its own fervent and passionate fanbase that likes it on its own merits became properly recognized. (I have actually noticed a huge uptick in 02 fans, especially casual ones, being more shameless in talking about liking it in the last two years; you’re still going to get the obnoxious person “reminding” you how bad it apparently is if you bring it up, but it’s not nearly as prevalent as it used to be.) I’m not talking about whether something is a “good” or “bad” series -- that concept doesn’t really exist to me as much as whether it’s “to one’s tastes” or not, and I think one of the joys of this franchise is that it has things that cater to people with vastly different preferences -- as much as a lot of potential for analysis and intimate thought about these very fascinating series. Even if 02 and Frontier were as shallow or half-baked as they were accused of, I wouldn’t think it’d be shameful to like them for one’s own reasons anyway, but what frustrates me is that I just don’t think that’s true in the first place!!

Not helping is that there’s still a refusal among the fanbase to admit that there were substantial differences in American English dubbing (especially in regards to Adventure and 02), which I don’t mean as a bad thing in the sense that some people prefer to stick only with that dub and consider that version what they want to work with, but in the sense that the treatment of them as “the same thing” has been horribly detrimental when two people, one coming from that dub and one coming from the Japanese version (or a dub more closely based on it), will end up often having an argument doomed to go nowhere because they were never talking about the same thing to begin with. Recently, a friend admitted to me that although they’d switched to the Japanese version a long time ago, they still couldn’t get the image of Daisuke and Takeru having an inherently hostile relationship (they don’t) out of their head due to the influence of that dub, and although they consciously knew better -- at least enough to admit this to me -- it wasn’t helped by the fact that the fanbase itself continues to reinforce this image because of how normalized it is to treat the dub version and the Japanese version as “virtually the same” and for Western fanbase discourse to assume you should be projecting those takes into the Japanese version. If you’re hanging out in English-speaking circles but are working from the Japanese version or a dub directly based off of it, you do actually have to filter out a lot of takes you’re hearing because they won’t actually apply to the version you’re watching, but not a lot of people realize this.

All four of Adventure through Frontier share tons of key staff, especially Seki, known for her focus on wanting the kids in the audience to be able to empathize with and relate to the characters on screen. All four share some of the best character work I’ve seen not only in this franchise, but also in kids’ media in general, and I also stress that a lot of this has a ton of nuance that isn’t always apparent unless you read between the lines. I do understand that a lot of this probably went over our heads as kids, and I won’t say that the choice to execute it this way should be impervious to criticism, but nevertheless, I think it’s important to call attention to the fact it is there, and much of it becomes recognizable once you see it that way; for instance, so much of "it's contradictory character writing!" comes from the fact that the series tries to represent humans in their inconsistent, messy ways, and while it'll feel "messy" from a writing trope perspective, when you think about it as "since this person has this mentality, does it make sense to approach this with this mindset?", suddenly it becomes very consistent. The supposedly “shallow” 02 and Frontier characters will act in ways that match existing psychological profiles meant for actual humans to terrifying degrees, in ways that you might actually recognize even better once you’ve hit adulthood and start intimately understanding things like depression or anxiety in ways you might not have before. Shockingly, “having heart, important themes, and kindness towards the human condition” are completely valid reasons to uplift a creative work in ways distinct from technical writing or cerebrality or how many tropes they subvert or whatever.

On the flip side, people praise Adventure and Tamers for being the naturally “superior” works with better writing, but when it comes to talking about why the writing is supposedly better, a good chunk of the reasons stated don’t actually explain anything substantial, or go back to actually being passive-aggressive dunks on the other series in some form -- it’s because 02 and Frontier’s character writing sucks that badly, or because Adventure had the “best plot” (which may be true if by “best” you mean “easiest to understand”, but that doesn’t mean much to someone who might not be very happy about how its story progression is just a boss rush), or because Tamers is the “deepest” when by “deep” they actually mean “cerebral, dark, and unsubtle about it” without any further meaning (as if Adventure and 02 were idealistic series that never went into anything nuanced and not, say, the fact they went very viciously deep into societal issues between parents and children, psychological horror, and intimate takes on the human condition). I’m personally saying this as someone who does think Adventure and Tamers have a lot to praise in terms of their approaches to realism and the unique aspects each bring to the table, and I feel that people like this are doing them more of a disservice by not bothering to uplift them for any reason that isn’t actually just inherently condescending. I mean, even taking this outside of the original tetralogy for a bit, when I was plugging Appmon earlier, there’s a reason I focused more on its theme and character writing and the use of “dark” writing to convey its sheer range, rather than trying to boil it down to a shallow “it looks cheery but gets really messed up later!”, which is unfortunately an argument I’ve been seeing about it lately.

In the end, when I write my meta, I write it "making a case" for my point of view, and I welcome others to disagree, but if you disagree, I really hope it'll be because you personally disagree, and not because the entire fanbase has been saying otherwise for twenty years and I sound like a radical. I’m not saying that everyone’s consensus takes are completely unfounded, but frankly speaking, this fanbase has some really bad takes, and in the past few years I’ve found it freeing to not only “say what you feel without worrying what others think”, but actually go out of my way to outright try and purge all the preconceived notions and pick only the ones I agree with because I actually agree with them. I encourage you to do it too! And if you do, you might find things about something you like that you didn’t realize before.

[aangelinakii]

could i request a s4 james x male reader? something apocalypse set maybe the reader is pining for him and james is a bit dense but james gets in a close call situation or somethin i dunno v_v thank you!

BURNING PILE

in which james doesn't realise you like him as much as you do, but when you save him, he realises he likes you much more than he thought he did

season : four

character : james

song : burning pile , mother mother

warnings : death but just killing walkers and stuff , james almost dies but it's chill because he doesn't , description of stabbing

date : 17th october 2021

note : this was such a sweet idea omg,,, thank you so much for requesting !!! sorry if it was kind of idk cliché a bit ? or annoying idk it just feels off

trying to blend in with walkers when you don't have your mask is difficult — very difficult. in fact, you and james were being hunted down. after being ambushed by a herd, there was no time to grab the bags with your walker flesh masks in. you were running, but everywhere you turned seemed to be infected.

when something fell to the floor by your feet, you expected it nothing but a walker, but when it started shouting and screaming, you knew it couldn't be. you slowed to a stop, looking back at james, pinned to the ground by walkers.

"james!" you cried, stopping, but unsure what to do. the walkers were coming in from all sides, and there were already a couple grabbing at him, all of which he was trying to push away. but walkers are stronger than they look.

through groans and yelps, james managed to reply, "leave me! go back and get the masks – you've lasted this long, you can do it!"

you couldn't leave him; you can't.

hastily, you fumbled around with sticks on the floor and anything you had in your pockets — anything that could be used as a weapon.

in your pocket sat a switchblade, one you hadn't used in ages, one that still held the blood it had shed. you and james had vowed to each other not to use your blades again unless there was no other choice. perhaps this was the moment where no other options presented themselves — yes, of course it was.

in one swift movement, you pulled the blade from your pocket and lurched forward, attaching yourself to a walker inches away from digging into james' neck. you dug the sharp blade into the walker's decaying vertebrae; with a struggle, it went limp. but you weren't done.

perhaps it was your bloodthirst opening itself up to the world again, now that you had a blade in your hand, but you pushed yourself off the walker and quickly moved on to the next one, hovering above you. with a jab to the knee, the walker was stunned, falling to the ground, but a strong stab under its chin was what killed it.

behind you, james was moving again, his breathing shaky yet determined. bodies dropped all around as the two of you worked together to eliminate the closest walkers.

however, enough was enough.

james and you had made the pact for a reason. it was like a curse; a blade in either of your hand's was dangerous, it tainted you.

chests heaving up and down, the two of you turned to each other. with zombies chewing up your dust, james grabbed your hand and ran. there was no time to grab the bags, but at least you still had each other.

finally, after what felt like hours of sprinting through the gloomy dark forest, you both reached an untouched area; an overgrowing meadow, filled with flowers and insects that chirped in the silence of the night. limbs ached and burned as the grass was trampled under your boots.

lazily, you pulled james into your side and lowered to the ground. in your chest, your heart pumped desperately.

"why didn't you leave me?" james asked after a moment, his voice quiet and calm, as if he hadn't almost been killed by a group of walkers. he just wanted answers. "what if i'd been bitten?"

you glanced over at him to see his dark eyes gazing up at you, the moon and brilliant stars reflecting in his orbs. his stare bore into you, and you knew you should tell the truth, but you couldn't tell it all.

"i just couldn't, okay?" you began in return, slightly more defensive than you were meaning to. "i don't know what i would do without you, honestly. we've been together for so long, i don't know how i could just leave you for dead and run away."

"you could have died for me." and in that moment, as the moon shone its divine rays down on you, james realised just how handsome you were.

[prismadog]

Found Family AU character facts/background (part 7)

well, folks, we've made it to the last one of these posts - minus the upcoming master post. these just seem to get longer and longer, or maybe it's just because the past two have been about siblings? idk, all I know is that I'm a bit tired of writing these atm.

this last one should - SHOULD be shorter, but we'll see. this one will feature our last two characters - Mr. there's-no-such-thing-as-a-demon Joel Smallishbeans and good ol' Copper Dad Pixlriffs.

*did you know that Mesoglea is a word? I didn't until I kept trying to type "Mezalea" and my computer kept wanting to change it. Mesoglea is a gelatinous substance between the endoderm and ectoderm of sponges or cnidarians, or something. there's your word of the day and it's all thanks to the red squiggly line that appears every time I type "Mezalea"

*edit: guess what? y'all get two of these in one day because I felt like writing this last one! [technically, it's already Saturday but to me, the next day doesn't start until the sun comes up so yeah...two in one day! whoo!] the master post will be tomorrow sometime but idk when.

Joel

Joel is the only child to the Mezalean King and Queen, and was less born to them and more born from the Mother Tree - they couldn't have children so they begged the Mother Tree for an heir, She granted them a child who they raised as their own.

he was often alone growing up, never really played with the other children, but he wasn't lonely - so he and others would say - because he had his terracotta clones. he built many of them with his own two hands and the Mother Tree gave them life. he was raised as a prince and often went to the Gathering of the Empires with his father.

he got on well enough with the other children but kept mostly to himself - that is until he met the princess of the Ocean Empire. he noticed the other noble children seemed afraid of her so he took it upon himself to befriend her - plus, she was so different from the humans/clones around him, she was interesting with her pink hair and pearlescent skin and unnaturally blue eyes.

they would meet at the Gathering and spend the whole time together talking about their kingdoms and their hobbies - Joel was really into building and playing pranks on people, Lizzie was into raising axolotls and has a brother who she looks after. the short meetings weren't enough and Joel talked to his parents about visits with the Ocean Empire - it only makes sense since the two empires boarder each other. unknown at that moment, the Oceanic rulers proposed the same thing to the Mezalean rulers.

visits began between the two kingdoms and Joel found himself in love quickly enough - he loved Lizzie, he loved her little brother, he loved the Ocean Empire itself. but he kept his feelings to himself for fear of rejection, that is until he was about 16 when Lizzie came to him with talk of marriage - their parents had been discussing it but didn't want to force their children into it. he and Lizzie talked it over then went to their parents together and promised a future wedding, he also promised that Jimmy could be his best man.

life was peaceful, there were plenty of long visits between kingdoms, him and Jimmy often got into trouble - then the King of the Ocean Empire was killed. Joel tried to be there for her but found travel between kingdoms difficult due to the ongoing storms surrounding the Ocean Empire, he still managed to write Lizzie and once was able to visit - though getting back was just as difficult as getting in.

then several months later the storms stopped and Lizzie wrote to him about her taking the throne - she had said the Queen returned to the sea, though, he didn't really understand what that meant. he returned to the Ocean Empire and was there for Lizzie's coronation. he started visiting regularly for a time and each visit seemed to last longer than the one before it - he was there so often that Jimmy suggested he just move in. he did, with both his parents' and Lizzie's permission.

two years after that, he asked Lizzie to marry him and she said yes. they had two ceremonies, a proper land-dweller one in Mezalea, and another smaller Oceanic ceremony. being King now to the Ocean Empire meant he was basically a trophy husband but he didn't mind, he was happy as long as he was at Lizzie's side. if there was a Gathering, he or Jimmy would go with her, though usually Jimmy stayed home to watch over the kingdom - but he made sure to bring him plenty of stories and food from the Gathering.

Joel received word from his parents that an illness had struck Mezalea and the King and Queen had caught it. he returned home immediately to help where he could, Lizzie often sent aid to him, as did the kingdom's ally Pixandria - he had hardly ever spoken to the Copper King but he was glad for the aid. his parents unfortunately didn't survive and he lost a good number of civilians to the illness. but it was cured, with the help of the Mother Tree and magic from the Crystal Cliffs, and he became King of Mezalea.

with the illness cured, visits started up again between Mezalea and the Ocean Empire, though there was a lot more time spent apart than together but he and Lizzie made it work. Jimmy sent messages and gifts between the couple, often getting some for himself, until of course Jimmy became of age and wanted to travel the world.

Joel and Lizzie saw Jimmy off - it never ceased to amaze him how his two best friends could turn into giant sea creatures that could wipe out a fleet of ships. they managed visits on their own and sometimes he got letters from Jimmy. the letters stopped for a time and Lizzie grew worried, worried enough that storms nearly threatened the kingdom - but then Jimmy finally wrote them again and things were okay, he was in a swamp settlement and the people were taking care of him.

he and Lizzie went out right away to see him and found him at home in the swamp amongst a bunch of fish-human hybrids. he watched as Lizzie lectured her brother then babied him, then helped set Jimmy up as the ruler of the swamp settlement - the Cod Empire. they left Jimmy sometime later but saw him again at the next Gathering.

Jimmy got on well enough with the other rulers, despite the cod head he wore, though Joel noticed some rulers picking on him. he helped Jimmy from time to time, just so his brother wouldn't be alone, but didn't worry too much since Lizzie wasn't worrying - she was extremely protective of Jimmy but if she wasn't stepping in, then there was no need to worry.

Joel had met many of the rulers when he was a child so he knew pretty much everyone there. the only ones he hadn't met before was Count fWhip of the Grimlands, Wizard Gem of the Crystal Cliffs, and King Joey of the Lost Empire. Gem was all right for a mage, he ended up becoming frenemies with fWhip due to the teasing of Jimmy, and Joey was just weird so he didn't really talk to him unless need be. he got to know Pix a bit more when Pix decided to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy, and he started calling the man "Copper Dad" since his main trade was copper.

Pixl

Pixl was found by a pair of miners in a cave beneath the sands and was taken back to a large desert village, nobody really knew where he had come from, only that he was gifted with visions of death - of those around him and of rulers of the kingdoms outside of the desert. the villagers thought him odd and a bad omen, at first anyway, because he always knew who would die next and would light a candle for them when they passed.

they accepted him after a time, once they realized that he wasn't actually the cause - he would preach to them about Lady Death sometimes and how she would care for their loved ones. everyone in the village had a hand in raising him, as well as raising other children which was their way - it takes a village to raise a child.

Pixl learned how to farm and mine and care for animals, and he learned to build. his first build, guided by his visions, was the Vigil - it stood tall in the center of the village and was home to 12 different colored candles - only two of which were lit - one for Elfking Scott of Rivendell and one for Queen Katherine of the Flower Fields. the rest remained untouched. these flames never went out and the villagers often questioned him about them - he told them that there will be 12 mighty rulers that would change the world, for better or worse he didn't know.

over the years, he continued building up the village, he watched over the Vigil as Prophet of Death, and started working with copper and trading it for other goods. the people began to go to him for help and looked up to him as a leader, they named him the Copper King - a new candle was lit for himself when he was crowned, something he hadn't known would happen.

he continued leading his people and made a few alliances with other kingdoms - with Queen Katherine and the King of Mezalea. there wasn't a lot of contact between the kingdoms other than the Gathering, of which, he never failed to go to. over the years, he watched rulers age and die and watched their heirs take over. it took a long time for him to meet the children who would one day have their candles lit.

the next candle to be lit was for Pearl of Smallholding, though, he didn't know who she was at the time, he didn't even meet her until many years later. the next few happen fairly quickly - Queen Lizzie of the Ocean Empire, King Joel of Mezalea, and a couple years later Dwarf King Sausage of Mythland - these three he had watch grow up through the Gatherings. shortly after Mythland, Wizard Gem took over as the ruler of the Crystal Cliffs - he had known the previous Wizard and through them, knew of their protégé. a year after Gem was her twin brother, Count fWhip of the Grimlands - a new kingdom that managed to rise up from its own sort of desert. a few years later was King Joey of the Lost Empire and Codfather Jimmy of the Cod Empire - Joey's kingdom had once been named Maztec but had been in hiding for so long that it lost its name. due to his alliance with Joel, Pix decided it best to ally himself with Lizzie and Jimmy as well, somewhat through association but mostly because he liked them.

one candle remains unlit and no matter how much Pixl prays, the answers as to why remain a mystery. he still watches over the Vigil and keeps a count of each rulers' deaths - for some reason, the 11 rulers are allowed to revive themselves every time they die. he finds this odd as well, and a bit concerning.

[jinkicake]

Kita Is A Sweet Boy

Dating headcannons with our favorite Inarizaki captain!

Kita Shinsuke x Reader

Hey, Anon~ This might be a little messy and all over the place but I still hope it is okay!!! Ahh I love Kita so finding out that he is a cancer, like Oikawa, it kinda broke my soul a little bit. I still love him doe,,,,

SMUT // NSFW

WC- 1,308

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SFW

Before I begin I must try to put all of my thoughts together,,, Kita is…. A character. Ummm, I really,,,,, he just FUCk. Okay, now let’s begin

I think Kita would be very soft with his s/o, he may still talk the same in that very stoic manner but it is very obvious that he cares about you. Once he gets comfortable with you, he might be more expressive and openly show you his emotions

Kita is clingy but not in an overbearing way,,, idk I just think he gets comfort and a sense of security from touching you. His touches are very subtle, barely there like his pinky hooking with yours or just his hand resting on the small of your back or him standing close to you so that his body brushes against yours

Yeah, I just want to touch Kita,,, I think he would appreciate a s/o who is supportive of him. He’d like someone to cheer for him in any sense whether that be volleyball or any future goals, it’s easier to get things done when you have your s/o rooting for you!

In the same way that you are supportive of Kita, I think he would be very supportive of you. However I think there is a limit to his supportiveness like if something you deeply desire is just way out of reach and impossible to achieve, Kita would tell you. He seems to have that logical mindset, not to get your hopes up because then you’ll get hurt later. Yet, if you seem hellbent on achieving that desire Kita would be with you every step of the way

Kita would be very protective of you and would hate to see you get hurt or upset. I feel like whenever you talk to someone he is there assessing them, silently judging them, and if they say something out of pocket he will have no problem calling them out for it

I think it is rare that you’d get into arguments with Kita, like sever arguments. There might be a few random fights here and there but those pretty much solve themselves because Kita would NEVER let you go to bed angry. He would talk things out with you and try to resolve the issue as quickly as possible because let’s be real, he can’t handle it when you are mad at him

If, for some reason, the argument gets really out of hand and the two of you just stop talking to each other,,,,, there might be some problems. Judging by his cancer sign, Kita has a hard time with forgiveness and is opposing of change. That being said I think it would be you who has to apologize to him first if he is really upset however, if you are just as stubborn then I think Kita would apologize first. I don’t think the issue would be resolved after one talk though, it would probably end in some make-up sex heheh but then afterward you two could actually talk about it and figure it out. Despite the dislike for change and hesitance for forgiveness Kita may carry, I don’t think he would have any problem apologizing to you

Kita would be a very caring s/o, he would be very attentive to your needs and always look out for you. You would be very important to him, probably one of the most important things in his life. Give him all of your support and love, give him that sense of stability, and Kita will be eating out of the palm of your hand

Let me add,,, Kita def wants a family and the idea is very important to him. Ahh, I think he would be a great father,,,, :’ 

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NOW, ITS TIME TO FUCK >:-), let’s get right into it

I’ll just come out and say it, daddy kink next. Kita just has that air of dominance around him, gawd you guys know that scene where he throws his jacket….. ahhhhh *butterfly emoji*, he is so sure of himself and knows he can take care of you

Allow me to be bold and say something, this might be WAY out of pocket, HOWEVER. POWER BOTTOM KITA. Judging from the fact that he is a cancer and cancers are sensitive little brats, I think Kita would not mind being taking care of every so often. I think he will still need to be in charge, have that sense of control, but having all of your attention on making him feel good would be his ultimate wet dream. Please, my sweet boy is very sensitive

He loves to please you, Kita wakes up every morning and is like ‘how can I love on my s/o today’. I’m going to be bold again and say that when he eats you out it is messy. I think most of the time Kita always thinks ahead and is just always running his mind for different ways to please you, he will be very teasing and use light touches,,,, Most of the time he isn’t messy but even Kita has his limits…

He will hold your thighs apart and just go off on your drenched cunt like this man has no shame, he practically worships you with his tongue and does not let a single area on you go untouched. He loves to stare up at you from between your thighs, he loves to watch you fall apart as moans spill past your lips because it makes his heart flutter~

Kita is very selfless in bed, it is always about you. He won’t say no to the occasional blowjob, of course, but he doesn’t really see the point of it like why would you be enjoying this? Yooo,,,, if you ever, EVER, tie this man up and have your way with him it won’t end well

Kita would probably get out of the restraints before you even have the time to notice and then he will fuck you for hours. He is a very dominant person and while I like to imagine that he is very harsh with you, I think he would be more of a soft daddy,,,,, like yes he will spank you till you’re sobbing but he will always check to make sure you are okay and then have the BEST aftercare

Kita is not someone you want to piss off. He is the type to not put up with your shit and he will have no problem punishing you, because he secretly loves it. There is a lot of jealous-angry sex because Kita does get jealous easily. It isn’t too bad but it’s something he has to work on because deep down, he wants to keep you all to himself. He has that you’re his mindset...

I feel like Kita wouldn’t let you use any toys unless he is the one using them on you, like why would you need a dildo or vibrator when you have him right there to please you? He also seems like the type to be like ‘don’t masturbate while I’m gone’ whenever he leaves or something because he wants to be the only one to touch you like that….. Yet, he always calls you that night he leaves and is like touch yourself for me HAHAHAH

Fuck, how do I sum up daddy Kita…. Ummm big c0ck? Is that a good way? He is very attentive to you and only you but he does love the feeling of you touching and loving on him,,,, Kita is always the one in charge but he isn’t opposed to you being on top of him heheh. Kita shows his love through everything he does and that includes aftercare, my man will fuck you right to sleep and then clean you up and cuddle with you until you wake up :’-)

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Q because I've seen you posting about this

I agree that men aren't like inherently evil and intersectionality exists but I've also noticed that they're the only majority group that gets defended against statements like that? Like it's not controversial to say "the straights suck" or "white people are horrible" etc but implying that men are shitty is somehow like uniquely not ok and they deserve to be more untouchable? idk I'm just not sure how to reconcile that, curious about your thoughts

Hmm...this is tricky because while I don't want to bring any possible negativity my way, I also feel like there are a lot of unsaid feelings floating around this topic that a lot of people don't wanna touch right now...but I'm not a lot of people, so I'm gonna do what I think is right.

To be honest, I'm ambivalent about this situation because I can kinda guess where the root of this situation started germinating and where it started to flip back into women and non-men having to write entire disclaimers when talking about dealing with discrimination, specifically from men. I feel like when I was coming up on tumblr as a teen, in the late 2000s and into the 2010s, there was an explosion of this new feminist wave. It wasn't perfect, at first, but then there began to be more of a focus on inclusiveness and intersectionality, where trans women, women of color, disabled women, and other women from other types of marginalized groups would be able to talk about how misogyny uniquely effects them.

In my own experience, this made a lot of sense even when I was coming into my own identity as a transmasc person. For the most part, I have always seen myself as a guy but like...a little to the left. I know that most people see me as a 'man' and that I pass as one, so it never bothered me to take on some of that responsibility of being a man who can recognize and nip misogyny in the bud wherever I see it or hear it. And this means anywhere for me, even in spaces with other marginalized men because unfortunately, it is and was extremely common for misogyny to fester there.

That never meant that it was lost on me to remember that there were other systems of oppression and bigoted ideas that effected marginalized men, specifically. So, I came to develop a 'everything is relative and take things on a case-by-case basis' type of mentality when I'm in any social setting. In real life, I have often encountered more women who would apologize for even talking about things that bothered them, primarily when it came to men, than I have seen women who were outwardly vocal about their distaste for the way men treated them. Even when there were men who knew I was trans, I was still able to access a level of 'conditional acceptance' among them, as long as I could do a song and dance of, 'yeah, some women are totally crazy lol,' when it came to them needing to take some level of accountability.

When I first started noticing more women doing this online, it was on TikTok when that whole, 'Kill All Men,' joke (because it was definitely just a joke and it was never meant to be taken seriously or to be taken out of its original context) was spreading around and there was this immediate backlash of (mostly white) men who felt 'attacked' by it. Granted, the only part of that I agreed with was if white women were using it against men of color or disabled men or any other marginalized men in genuine malice. Most of the time, I never saw women doing this genuinely unless they were TERFs and in that case, that's when I would call it out or unfollow someone.

Now, some men might take that as me cherry picking or kissing women's asses but like...I'm just explaining my own experience from real life and online. I really never felt 'threatened' or genuinely hated by women or anyone who wasn't a man when they've expressed how much they hated the way they were being treated by men. There wasn't this ridiculously overwhelming pressure to 'denounce' masculinity unless it was 'too strong' in women. And I'm talking about both cis and trans women being held to this standard of not showing any sort of masculinity with anything they choose to do.

I saw them getting haggled for it more than I've seen any men, marginalized or not, getting haggled for it. The only times I've seen anyone be so genuinely insidious towards men and boys was when TERFs go on their little, 'this is clearly thinly veiled bioessentianism wrapped in pretty libfem verbiage,' campaigns where they purposely insinuate that ALL men are 'inherently' evil and could 'never' understand being marginalized. Nine times outta ten, you check their blog and they're clearly a blatant transphobe of some flavor: TERF, a transphobic gay or straight man, a racist, a tradwife/traditionalist, a truscum that pretends they're not agreeing with TERFs, and on the off chance, it's a trans woman who's being an ass towards trans men.

Now, there was a little minute when the whole 'soft boy' discourse happened and we had to remind folks that it's more than ok for men to dress how they want, even if it's 'feminine'. But since then, it seems like women's appeal towards men who they see as 'non-threatening' has spiraled into a bunch of unfair assumptions towards all men but also a staggering amount of defensiveness for men at the same time.

And my thing is like...I get why we are at this current conjunction of discourse but...I really don't get why people are at such extremes to the point of forgetting that there are some issues that only effect women (cis and trans) on the basis of them just existing as women and some issues that can effect men but they inherently share with women because there is no systemic oppression of men just for existing as men.

Make no mistake, this isn't me saying that men have never struggled or have never faced any issues in their personal lives. This is me explaining how every marginalized man is gonna share that kind of oppression with women and non-men in that same community.

The same antiblack racism that hurts black women hurts black men. The same ableism that hurts disabled women hurts disabled men. The same transphobic rhetoric that hurts trans women hurts trans men. Obviously, when it comes to gender there has to be a bit more nuance because we need to include the experiences of nonbinary folks and intersex folks. But you get what I mean.

I feel like this shared experience in a lot of these marginalized communities is what keeps most of us working together but the problem of discrimination based on gender has always been biased towards women and/or anyone who fell out of the stereotypical tenants of 'masculinity' defined by cishet white men. Because of this I've seen trans men, for example, claim the oppression of misogyny based on them having been perceived as a woman at some point in their lives or still being perceived as one due to some of them not being able to 'pass' as a cishet man.

This is where I have a wrinkle in my brain because if I follow that logic, then I wouldn't really be a trans man experiencing lateral aggression and transphobia, would I? That's certainly not what that line of thinking means to me. It sounds closer to someone insinuating that because someone else assumes I have a vagina and/or sees my breasts not in a binder, and thinks I'm a woman, then I've experienced misogyny (or as some folks want to call it 'transandrophobia/transmisandry', which I will never be using). The reality, though, is the person who is discriminating against me just has a shallow perception of gender in an age where it's constantly being questioned and if I was wearing the most 'masculine' clothing with some facial hair, I would easily get my 'womanhood' card revoked.

And plenty of women, cis and trans, have talked about this particular situation in that when they as women display any sort of characteristic indicative of 'masculinity', especially if they are women of color, their womanhood is questioned. You can literally see this in action just by looking at what's happening with Black women in the Olympics.

This is just one of many recent examples I've been seeing of this new trend to validate some men's own insecurities, while failing to do the necessary work that is required of anyone to actually connect with folks in other communities. I have not felt like the men in a lot of these marginalized communities are putting the same energy to reach out to their fellow men as the women of these communities have been doing for years, mostly out of necessity for their own survival and the survival of their children. Again, this isn't to say that all men are doing this but a staggering majority are and that needs to be acknowledged by these men, themselves, in order to move forward.

You could be the most 'progressive' thinking man on the planet but if you're not putting your money where your mouth is, we're just gonna continue to spin around in circles until be all get tired of each other.

So, in conclusion lol, I will always be wary of any rhetoric that claims a certain group of people (especially if they're already marginalized) are 'inherently evil' or 'aren't worthy of respect or love' and I will always fight against it because it's wrong. No human is just 'born evil' because evil is something that is taught or impressed upon. However, I will also acknowledge that there are some issues that will only effect certain groups and that group needs more attention paid to their needs. In this case, since this is the topic, it is women who are still largely marginalized by society on account of them just existing as women. There will always be nuance on these kinds of topics, so again, I will take every situation on a case by case basis and make my judgements based on the facts and physical realities of these issues.

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MY DBS MANGA CHAPTER 72 REVIEW... 😒

Hey there... Here comes the review.

Imma start like this and use language some ppl may find offensive. Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah are retarded. Now that that's out of the way, time to dissect this "Dragon Ball Super coloring book."

Goku & Vegeta land on the planet & its peaceful. How are they not immediately suspicious? They see that the planet isn't in danger & no death. Its obvious they need to ask a question to figure out what lies they've been told.

I was gonna say its dumb for Granolah to be able to supress his ki because it seems only Earthling have that kind of spiritual understanding. But Namekians have that spiritual understanding too so maybe Monaito taught Granolah how to suppress his ki.

I lost interest in the Heeters' past. You can only tease me so long until I stop caring. At least mention something like Freeza almost killed Gas on planet Cereal so now that's why Gas keeps trying to get stronger. There's so little info about "important" stuff that's supposed to be important. Give readers a tease, hint, a different hint, some valuable info, then another hint, then a reaveal (or something similar!) Instead its tease, hint, tease, tease, hint, tease...

In all honesty, the chapter didn't even need that page with Gas & Elec. When Maki said Gas & Elec are coming, that was all we needed to know. Then we anticipate their arrival in the next chapter. Showing them is a waste of time & they add no real purpose to the chapter. That was just a waste of ink.

Also I'm bored of Gas now. He only looks interesting but does nothing. 👎

Granolah shoots at Goku & Vegeta. Base Goku closes his eyes to use UI (UI Omen?) while Vegeta goes SS. Base Goku dodges easier than Vegeta. Goku is leagues beyond Vegeta.

A better way to have Goku & Vegeta encounter Granolah would be for him to snipe at them right when they get off the ship. Granolah wanted to kill them so bad so why wait for them?

Somehow they go towards Granolah but he's too fast for them & they lose him. They can't sense him firing ki for some reason. Idk why Goku didn't use Instant Transmission when Granolah shot ki at them?

I don't get why Goku closes his eyes either. Its as if Goku can't use UI now unless his eyes are closed but that wasn't the case before. Eyes were opend when using UI Omen & Mastered UI. Toyo could have conveyed that better but instead he's making Goku close his eyes like how Roshi covered his eyes when fighting those prisoner women because their beauty distracted him. Is Goku distracted by Granolah's beauty or something?

Wait a sec... I gotta backtrack real quick. Goku used the Ultra Instinct technique in his base & didn't go into Ultra Instinct Omen? But thats him using it in base right? Oh boy... This is about to get dumb...

Ultra Idiot Goku & Super Stupid Vegeta are surprised that the guy having the title of "strongest in the universe" is capable of moving faster than them when they aren't at full power. Such genius writing.

Goku gets shot in the neck... & it knocks him out... Ok. But later Granolah comments on how Goku's body moves on it's own before Goku can even process an attacks. Not to mention Goku & Whis have said the same thing. Goku should be untouchable at this point, but for some reason he is not.

So, Vegeta takes a senzu bean from his "training bra" and gives it to Goku. For some reason they decided to only take 2 senzu when knowing they would fight a guy possibly stronger than them. Stupid monkeys.🐒 (I'm starting to sound like Freeza now)

How did unconscious Goku eat a senzu? Yaoi fans would had loved it if Vegeta chewed the senzu up for Goku and fed it to him. Sorry, it just reminded me of Trunks spitting senzu mush into Mai's mouth since she was unconscious.

Then we have this dialogue from "sensei" Vegeta, The Ultra Instinct Expert...

"You rely on Ultra Instinct too much! If you haven't perfected it yet, then dodge using your mind!" - Vegeta

"Yeah, you're right..." - Goku

"WTF Toyotaro!" - DB Meta

... I'm unsure who is the stupid one in this situation. Is it Goku or Vegeta? It could be Vegeta because UI is the ultimate technique that allows you to move without thinking. But Vegeta says that because Goku hasn't perfected Ultra Inst-...

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Sorry, I had to restart my brain...

Didn't... didn't Goku master Ultra Instinct? Silver hair? Silver eyes? MASTERED/PERFECTED ULTRA INSTINCT? Before that, Goku perfected Ultra Instinct Omen & could go in it at will... So, Goku is listening to Vegeta tell him he hasn't mastered UI? But both know that Goku did master UI? What does Vegeta know? Vegeta can't even use UI.

I almost stopped reading the rest of the colouring book when I got to that dialogue.

Also, Granolah wants to kill Saiyans, so why is he holding back and not hitting them with deadly attacks. He only needs one alive anyways. He said so himself.

At least there was a good pose Goku was in. The art looked nice there.

Now here's another place I almost quit reading. Granolah apparently has all the abilities of Goku & Vegeta. Hack writing. Sounds like a Moro, 7-3, & Cell copy cat. Toyo just cant leave the Cell saga alone.

Granolah is bumping his gums & rattling his tongue (old slang for "talking a lot") but when Vegeta asks if Granolah holds a grudge against Saiyans, Granolah suddenly says that's enough talking. He responded to them 3 times & spoke like 5 sentences to them. If you're gonna chat then chat. If you hate Saiyans then don't say anything to them & try to kill them. Dummy.

Granolah uses Hakai. But aparently he's not using Hakai or Instant Transmission. Its just "similar." Sure. Confirms that he has been using something similar to UI in previous chapters too.

Granolah says they're stronger than expected because they escaped into the air. Escape doesn't equal strenght. Mai escaped Goku Black, doesn't mean she's extremely strong.

But seriously, Vegeta saying he's gonna prove his training is better than Goku is stupid. He wants to prove he is better than Goku yet he tells Goku to fight first (that's beta). It's as if he isn't confident & wants Goku to wear Granolah out first, so he can come in and look impressive. Kinda like in RoF after Freeza was tired from fighting Goku & Vegeta wasn't tired at all & he easily beat Freeza up. Looked cool, but actually wasn't too impressive.

Granolah saying that he's gonna shoot them if they don't fight him is ridiculous. Why is he showing mercy to the tribe that didn't show his ppl mercy? Why give chances to the ppl you wanted revenge on for years? Realistically he would just start blasting at them.

Unecessary dialogue from Vegeta talking to himself about how he needs to learn who Granolah is. Show don't tell Toyo.

Why is Granolah waiting for the Oozaru form? Maybe he wants to kill them in that form? What about revenge? Just kill them.

Goku screamed to power up from SS to SSG. That's possibly dumb, but I gotta let at least 1 thing slide this chapter.

Why did Granolah let them power up? So unlike what we've been shown what Granolah is like. Why would he want to give "murderers" of his entire race a fair chance to fight him?

Next, Goku doesn't try to explain he isn't savage like other Saiyans when Granolah accuses his kind of being so. Instead Goku just agrees & says "Oh... Yeah." I guess he really just wants to fight. I can't tell if this is OOC or just magnifying a Saiyan flaw of Goku just to push the story along. Idk. I'm losing brain cells reading this chapter.

Granolah's fighting stance is cool. Hey, look. I said a nice thing. (But why is he doing close combat when being a sniper us his specialty?)

So, Goku uses UI in SSG form... Bruh, is Ultra Instinct a technique, a state of mind, or a transformation? I'll tell you what it is. ULTRA INSTINCT IS A PLOT DEVICE! It does whatever Toyotaro decides at the moment. So freaking inconsistent... 😓😒

Ultra Instinct becomes more accurate when in conjunction with a SS form?! How tho? I thought it was just a goldy technique that needed a clear mind and control or whatever. Or is UI a transformation like Toyo stated many times in previous chapters, while also calling UI a technique? How can mixing a godly "technique" with a SS form enhance it better than Goku simply using UI Omen? It doesnt! Vegeta, you can just shut up! Every time you talk about UI, you've been wrong! It should be illegal impersonating an UI Expert.

Goku is using the Ultra Instinct technique in base form against Granolah.

UI Omen is Goku using the Ultra Instinct technique in base form.

Goku uses Ultra Instinct technique in the Super Saiyan God transformation.

Mastered UI is Goku mastering the technique or maybe using the technique as a transformation? (Toyo is confusing.)

So why isn't Goku going into UI Omen when using UI in base? Why does Vegeta say "Ultra Instinct... becomes more accurate when used in conjunction with a Super Saiyan form"? Does that mean Mastered UI is a Saiyan form in conjunction with the Ultra Instinct technique? So, there's an unknown silver haired Saiyan transformation that Goku was utilizing in conjunction with Ultra Instinct? I guess this confirms that "Super Saiyan Blanco" is real y'all.

I suppose that if UI in base isn't the same as UI Omen, then by that logic, there is also an unknown "Super Saiyan Noir" form we haven't seen yet.

I'm done with Ultra Instinct in the manga. Toytaro doesn't know if UI is a technique or a transformation. I could explain it better than him, but I'm not tye one writing official material. Why should I make sense of his bad writing when he will change things later? HE should explain it clearly to US. He is extremely inconsistent with his explanations and will change them when he feels like it.

I dont care what Geekdom101 says about UI being both technique & transformation, because Ultra Instinct IS NOT a transformation nor a technique anymore. ULTRA INSTINCT IS JUST A PLOT DEVICE. 😑

[You can skip this little section. I'm talking about inconsistencies from the Moro arc]

I remember when I talked about how Moro's life draining powers were retconned multiple times.

Moro can absorb life energy from a planet while he is in outer space, then he is nerfed to only being able to take life energy by directly touching you, later Vegeta says they need to get off the ground because now Moro (who is stronger and fused with the planet) can only steal your life enrgy while making contact with you. He could absorb life energy from entire planets from space, but has to make contact with somebody once he got stronger?

Let's not forget it's said Moro drains life energy, but can't drain 17 & 18 because they say they don't have life energy. I guess that means Krillin had a daughter with a dead woman? No. Multiple times, 17 & 18 contributed to the Genki Dama (a collection of life energy). Goku gathers energy from trees, animals, ppl, everything living. This means 17 & 18 do have life energy because they are living beings. But the energy they fight with is unlimited artificial energy.

So if 17 & 18 can give life energy to Goku for a Genki Dama, then Moro should be able to take their life energy just like anyone else. What he can't take is their energy they use for battle because itsunlimited & artificial. Toyotaro does not understand this important detail nor does he understand many other details about these iconic character. So why is the the writer if he is getting so much wrong? Why is he not soley the artist?

Goku uses UI in SSG form to dodge a barrage of attacks from Granolah that are aimed at the planet. They must be weak attacks because the explosions are tiny. Is Granolah really trying to kill them?

Goku using UI in SSG but somehow gets caught off gaurd. Did UI just get nerfed so that Vegeta can look like he is on the same level as Goku in a later chapter? I think it did...

Granolah took Goku down a second time... Wow Goku, you kinda suck. In DBS CH 65 on page 11, after Moro broke his arm on UI Goku's chest, Whis said "When Ultra Instinct is honed to this extent, the body will automatically grow sturdier as necessary." Why is Goku holding back against the strongest in the universe? Oh yeah, that's right... UI is getting nerfed.

Vegeta, what do you mean "How is he learning Kakarot's weaknesses so quickly?" Everybody has similar vital spots in DB. Thats not learning, thats just knowing. Are you just a dummy, Vegeta? Do you not know where vital spots are?

Granolah can tell Goku's body is moving before his brain tells him to react. Granolah the UI "expert" can see all with his eye. You know who else can see with their eye? Tien. Speaking of Tien, I wanna go back to Earth now. What's Piccolo doing? I bet everyone on Earth is chilling or at work. Is it bad I'd rather watch Gohan at a conference than watch Goku, Vegeta, & Granolah be dummies? I'd rather watch Chi-Chi cooking with vegetables instead of watching vegetable puns fight a cereal pun. I'm sorry, the dialogue is just so bad...

How does Granolah's right eye being able to observe blood flow & muscle movements let you know where to strike? Dude, vital spots are where your organs are, & pressure points, & your head area, & you arteries, & so on. Ya ain't gotta observe blood flow to know that. Granolah just making stuff up now to sound cool. News flash, you failed. If he was sniping and able to track them based on blood flow and muscle movement, then that would had been smarter writing.

Granolah: "This right eye of mine is the sharpest in all the universe. It sees all."

Your eye sees all Granolah? Can you see past the Heeters feeding you bullcrap too?

Yo, where did Granolah's barely existing personality go? He wss once driven by revenge, and now the opportunity for revenge is right here in front of him & he's acting like he doesn't want it. If revenge is his only noticeable personality trait, what happens when you take it away? You get bland and dry Granolah.

So then Veget- hold on! Thats it! Granolah's name pun is granola because he is meant to be a bland character! I get it now! So all his moves must be cereal puns!

I never realized how genius this character is!

Detective Vegeta: "A tribe driven to extinction, known for their evolved right eyes... This is starting to sound familiar..." 🕵

Tien?! Oh wait... he said right, not 3rd eye. Jiren?! Oh wait, that's both his eyes... Jaco!? That's both eyes too... I give up.

Granolah's eye can tell that Goku is not using his full power, yet he can't tell he is being fooled by the Heeters. I think he needs new glasses or at least clean the revenge smear off of his monocle.

Granolah casually chats with a Saiyan who is one of the ppl he wants to kill. He would be better if he barely talked and just acted. Granolah should be like Iron Man in "Captain America: Civil War." Not trying to talk, just trying to kill because he is angry and wants revenge.

Goku: "Granolah, we don't work for Freeza & the two of us didn't attack your planet."

Granolah: "I dont care... Your people killed my family."

Boom! Gimme an award!

Back to the chapter 72 colouring book...

Granolah: "Hurry and get on with it. I have no duty to wait for your sake."

Yet you've been waiting all this time for them to arrive, fight them, chat with them, & even waiting for him to transform right now. You got time. You got 3 yrs to waste. You can chat for 10 minutes or so.

Granolah tells Goku that he doesn't have time to wait, then says "It's no skin off my nose to kill you where you stand." Then he waits for Goku to transform... Just kill Goku and be done with it already. Its not like Vegeta can win if Goku can't.

Granolah: "I dont have time for talk."

Goku: "Ok lets fight!"

Granolah: "Ok but, let me tell you about what my eye can do. I'm really proud of it. Mind if I talk a bit? So I sacrificed my life to defeat Freeza, the guy you're working for."

Goku: "What? You don't like Freeza? You're not a bad guy?"

Granolah: "Shut up Saiyan! You'll pay! Fight me!"

Granolah doesn't want to talk about Freeza all of the sudden when Goku implies they both have been tricked. Granolah becomes stupid just so the fight continues. There's a better way to keep them fighting. SHUT UP, GRANOLAH! If he talked less then convoluted stuff like this wouldn't happen.

Granolah yells "Take this!" He powers up instead of doing an attack... Why yell "take this" then power up if you aren't gonna attack right away? You even knocked Goku out of SSG, so now is the perfect time to finish him.

Blah blah blah, Goku goes SSB and they fight, blah blah blah.

Hey look! In my last review I said something about the planet should shake or be in danger from the battle. Looks like Toyo made the planet shake from the battle. Good job. I like this detail. Will it matter later on? Probably not.

Also, ya notice how god ki and god transformations are limited in this chapter? It seem they got too powerful for there to be any stakes. So we see Vegeta in base & SS. Then we see Goku in base, SS, SSG, base, & SSB so that false tension can build. Its smart but the dialogue doesn't compliment this smart tactic.

Aparently Vegeta doesn't care about the fight. Detective mode activate! (🕵) Vegeta standing in that Oozaru footprint looks like he's in Jurassic Park lol. But why did Detective Vegeta have to touch the footprint? He could had just looked at everything when he was high up and had a bird's eye view. Did Detective Vegeta taste the soil & gain knowledge by tasting the past?

Detective Vegeta: "I think I know who he is."

The Heeters said his name is Granolah, dummy. Shouldn't you say "I think I know what happened here." or something like that? Gimmie your detective hat, your trench coat, your bubble pipe, & you magnifying glass! You give detectives a bad name! I'll give this to somebody more deserving, like Jaco, Videl, Krillin, or Hit.

Did ya notice that Vegeta didn't get hit once but Goku who is using UI gets hit multiple times? Vegeta tells Goku to think instead of use UI? Oh yeah, this chapter was to pander to Vegeta fans. Toyo is poorly trying to convey he is equal or above Goku somehow. Like Vegeta mastered his training but Goku hasn't despite having mastered UI as a transformation thingy.

In conclusion, I was right. Freeza still hasn't been seen yet. Show a pic of him in somebody's thought bubble at the very least. This is all happening because if his influence y'all. Still no visual of Freeza yet... Whateva.

This chapter was wack. Too much unintelligent & unreasonable & unrealistic & unnecessary dialogue, plot went nowhere, Goku is being handicapped so the fight can continue, everyone are stupid idiots, Vegeta is being built up to lose his battle or get lucky & win. No image of Freeza still... This was just a very, very boring chapter.

I expect the next chapter to be boring too. Probably won't see Freeza either.

Prediction

Goku got knocked down twice by Granolah, Vegeta decided to fight second, Granolah said he doesn't need to keep Goku alive, & Vegeta told Goku he should stop relying on UI... Sounds like UI is getting nerfed & Goku is gonna need to be saved by Vegeta so that Vegeta can show off his Hakai training in comparison to UI.

[vynnyal]

Throwing random thoughts, headcanons, and a variety of pasta at the wall (but only those having to do with vessels and/or their biology this time): The Thrilling Third Installment™

...aka pretending i can be dark and dramatic jskhdfd

Thk's larger form is not the standard, but the exception. Thk was cited as being "raised and trained to prime form", which people take to mean pk assisted in the vessel's natural growth. However, that conclusion leaves a lot of unanswered questions, most important of which being “then what about Ghost?” In short, I think that train of thought is backwards. Vessels can't grow- they are ageless, and immortal. We know this due to Ghost, despite living as long if not longer than thk, being completely unchanged over the years. The only thing pk trained into "prime form" was thk’s mind and fighting prowess. Their body... well, I think it was mutated. Most likely either directly by pk, or ordered by him- and with the shenanigans happening over in the sanctum, I wouldn't be surprised if Soul was involved, too. In any case, it was in no means natural. Vessels are corpses reanimated by void; neither corpses nor void tend to make drastic changes on their own all that often. Whether pk predicted the vessel’s “issues” and intended to manually “upgrade” them from the beginning, it's hard to say. But... yeah. Unless Ghost goes out of their way to make themselves grow- if its even possible, now that pk is gone- its fairly safe to say, they never will.

...with that in mind, we are promptly gonna ignore that for the rest of this post lmaooo

Grown-up vessels wouldn't look like thk; while they are described as being raised into "prime form"... prime form, to whom? Rather than looking like an idealized pk soldier, it sounds much more fitting that they’d have an entirely different, natural adult form. Consider: their cloaks being longer and fuller, perhaps filling out into something with a more practical use to their “species”. Better yet, they could even grow up to be more beast-like. Feral vessels, YEhaW

The black egg temple is cited as being "built to sustain [vessels]", yet it can't be their lifespan that is sustained. Rather, it seems the egg is specifically designed to keep the radiance from tearing thk apart, physically and/or mentally. Ngl its p obvious, but worth noting.

Sorta-au where Ghost’s shade has 8 eyes, and/or is generally all-around more cryptid-looking.

@ the sharpshadow charm and the strange, 6-eyed creature their shade turns into: kudos to this post, they bring up something super interesting- the creature not only resembles the Shade Lord, but the lord outright becomes it during the Embrace the Void cutscene.

makes me respect the ol’ civilization a whole lot more if a single charm can turn a baby shade into a baby lord.

The concept of finding ghosts unconscious body, laying next to a corpse, while they battle in their dreams. Alt: when ghost enters the dream realm, their shade leaves their shell... And protects their body from harm.

If steel soul mode is taken as canon, just how did ghost and the shade meet? Alt: Ghost may never have “met” it at all, as it technically doesn’t exist in that mode- instead, its more of a metaphor than an actual entity.

What the vessels looked like- or were supposed to look like- before the void. Alt: a story following a child, alive and untouched, that somehow managed to be spared. They could even have a gender. Alt alt: the void intentionally spared them for some purpose, or even out of simple kindness- or at least, something that resembles kindness.

Re: the shade inexplicably having a nail: all the vessel's swords are crafted from “will-bearing rock”- of which i’ve come to lovingly call living stone- and as such, are of void themselves. That's how the shade seems to conjure up its own copy; it merely shapes it, from the ground, using void. And, while more of a stretch, Ghost’s nail being some sort of living stone/pale ore alloy could explain just how Ghost can do seemingly pretty crazy things with an otherwise ordinary nail. Better, while 100% a baseless hc, its material might actually enable Ghost to build it up and modify it to suite their size as they grow older. finally, a logical reason adult Ghost has an adult-sized nail-claymore. hdsfghjfghdsjf

On that same thought: Ghost outright invented the "art" of manipulating- or creating- living stone to make their nail. ...gimme a sec. The other escaped vessels have nails, too, right? Either meaning they also discovered this ability... or that theres some legitimate ground for the “vessel gang” hc. Or, yanno, i’m reading too much into Ari’s sprites but sHHhh

How did all the vessels know to race to the top? They seemed to be falling merely because they had just been born and had literal, actual baby strength; yet not only did they inexplicably risk everything competing to the top, they somehow knew death was waiting if they lost. Alt: pk just, bringing a fucking megaphone and telling them like a sports announcer.

What if Ghost made it, and instead of falling, they managed to joined thk at the lip? What would pk do? Push them off the edge??? Or just adopt them both?? Oh fuck au where they're raised as twin sacrifices. Or worse yet, they’re raised unequally, and one is trained only as an afterthought. As a backup.

Alternatively, pk keeps all the vessels au, only a few years later when they're grown. Pk now has a literal army of pure knights. Radiance is fucked.

Hm. If vessels were fully coherent entities from the moment of birth, why was there a crib in the white palace? Did... did they use it? I have a feeling team cherry made that asset before the abyss scene lmaooo alt: they did, uh, use the crib. Cue a very awkward scene of thk, clearly not a normal baby, staring at wl with like... idk, the poofy baby hat and pacifier. I can’t tell if the image is more funny or more sad rn shdfgfjsdgg

The og notes that inspired this post, in case my rambling makes more sense (and w/o the awful comic hjsfgjsdfhj): Oh oh OH i GET it now. The void is all about "will" and whatnot, right? And shades are "fragments of a lingering will"- will, like the one you leave after your death, but instead of inheritance its the vessels' desires...last regrets.... DAMN team cherry, that symbolism is clever as heck. That took me a while. Kinda funny how a will is, technically, a person's last regrets Like I knew they were last regrets but I didn't understand WHY. Duh, it's because they're literally Made Of Will. They are the vessel's "wills". I'm so stupid.

Ghost, walking thru the abyss, getting increasingly fed up / freaked out, ducking into a crack in the wall. They follow the crack into the Scream Chamber, pause, then exhale in relief that this was EXACTLY what they needed.

Ghost's shade rolling up its void-sleeves like “fuck it, ima defeat thk myself”

Why was thk's sword there? Was its pedestal decayed? Did it fall from their body? Was it place there as an afterthought, or hurriedly? alt: taking thk's sword before freeing them, but doing the mom thing like you're grounding them hdhfjchjch

I can’t believe it just occured to me now, but... as objectivley stupid as the vessel’s test was, Ghost... technically came in second place. What if that whole scene was a metaphor? Because really, it’s just too silly to take seriously. To do so isn’t too far fetched, either; many other elements in the game’s story are better taken as symbolic or metaphorical, anyways. Take the PoP cutscene- while it could’ve been a literal moment, where they just happened to find themselves standing around and took the moment to appreciate each other... imo it makes much more sense to read it as the concept of their faint ~forbidden love~ and parental pride itself. Or, better yet, the scene at the end of the 4th pantheon. Sorry, but I severely doubt that was an actual event. What I’m trying to get at is the significance of “second place” in the cutscene. My brain is too fried to chase down any other possible connections to this theme rn (if thats even what the theme is), but even without proof, the theory smooths out a few interesting tidbits related to just how Ghost could tough it out when all others failed. All except for #1, anyway. Either way I’m just happy to take this as an excuse to pretend that cutscene didn’t literally happen because like, l m a o

The story of a small group of vessels as they work together to escape hallownest. (aka the aforementioned vessel gang hc... im sure theres a more formal name but you get the idea). Its impossible to tell how long it took them to discover that near-invisible hole, the last exit remaining after the king ordered the abyss to be sealed up. Once they did, however, the remaining vessels were quick to make a desperate scramble to escape- only for the entrance to suddenly crumble shut, far, far too soon. The remaining 8 slowly made their way through deepnest, their numbers quickly dwindling as the jouney started to take its toll. The group was nearly wiped out by those terrible, spiney-legged creatures that used their own kinship against them. Only three finally escaped the deep, yet only two made it through the basin- the third, largest sibling, left to fight alone againt a hopeless battle, just to buy the others time. It was in greenpath, so close yet so far to their goal, that the second succumbed to the infection. It was a mercy killing, that nail through the heart. The last, after all of that, finally made their way to the very precipice of howling cliffs, hesitating for just a moment to gaze out upon the still-fresh ruins of hallownest. But only for a moment, before Ghost jumps down to begin their journey beyond this wretched place.

A vessel running from its shade as it tirelessly pursues them, the vessel refusing to put it to rest.

tw: suicide, + personal on main

Ugh ugh ugh ugh Either thk was fully conscious and in terrible pain for all those years... or they couldn’t feel anything at all. The former is horrible, but imagining thk waking up, chained, unable to do anything but wait for Ghost to heed their call? Did they turn their nail on themselves to help Ghost, end the pain, or some awful mix of both? For someone who has personally dealt with close friends and family that struggled with suicide themselves, hollowknight is one of the worst horror stories I've ever seen. And the fact that the story is so personal, so open to interpretation? The fact that each character is so genuine yet vague enough to be read completely differently to someone else’s biases? Its why hollow knight- the game, and the character- will forever be one of the most powerful stories to me.

in short, good LORD THIS GAME IS SO FUCKING SAD

[triad9462]

Sanders Sides TFP AU

Since @graedari has shown interest in this( at least I think they have), I’m gonna go ahead and post this.

EDIT, because I can’t BELIEVE I forgot this: Sanders Sides, Cartoon Therapy, the associated characters, and Remy(is that his official name? idk) belong to @thatsthat24.

Cybertronians: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil, Janus, Remus, Remy( not a side, but lots of people see him as such so...)

Humans: Thomas( and his family and friends, of course), Emile Picani( from Cartoon Therapy, also not a side, but again...)

Other Characters: Flambe, Digit, Buzz

Logan:

-Autobot

-Self-appointed leader of the group

-“It was a very logical conclusion, really: Patton is too childish. The twins too wild, especially when combined. Virgil is a habitual worrier. And Janus really doesn’t like responsibility.”

-“Childish” is a word he picked up while on Earth

-Rarely listened to

-Alt mode is a pickup truck, both on Cybertron and Earth

-Is basically a walking archive of all things science

-Loves to learn everything he can, and when he can’t he gets moody

-Does not like having emotions, but at the same time doesn’t want to be like Shockwave so instead of getting rid of them altogether, he merely hides them

-Can and will call you out on your bullshit

Patton:

-Autobot

-You’d think he’s the medic of the group, but he’s actually the muscle

-Doesn’t like hurting others, but doesn’t like others hurting his kiddos more

-On the topic, “Kiddo” and its variants are terms he picked up during his time on Earth

-If you hurt anyone on his team, he will hunt you down, protocols be damned

-Cybertronian alt mode was a tanker truck, Earth alt mode is a food truck

-Designated dad friend

-Has two minicons, whom he adopted

-Has a whole kitchen setup, no idea how to use any of it

-Thomas: “You have all these neat appliances, but you don’t know how any of it works?” Patton: “You have all those organs inside you, do you know how they work?” Logan: “I should certainly hope so! Unless I imagined him attending that medical class last year?”

-Yes, is afraid of spiders

Roman:

-Autobot

-Team tactician

-Not willingly trusting of others who aren’t Autobot from formation

-Once he gets to know them, though, he feels a little more at ease

-He and his brother were abducted my Decepticon spies who pretended to be converts and this is why he’s not so trusting of non-Autobots seeking asylum

-“You can’t be serious, Logan! He’s... Decepticon!”

-He does not like to talk about what happened behind enemy lines

-Alt mode is a sports car, similar to Wheeljack’s

-Has only one sword though

-However can create a shield

-Is ambidextrous, whatever hand his sword isn’t in becomes the shield

-Introduced to Disney movies by Thomas, immediately loved them

-Thomas’ guardian

Remus(No, I’m not doing this in order of name reveal and for good reason):

-Autobot

-Team demolistionist

-Became a Decepticon for a bit, but is now an Autobot for good

-Had to execute an Autobot prisoner to become a Decepticon

-They chose his brother

-Obviously he couldn’t bring himself to.

-“Our relationship’s weird like that. I hate him with all my being, but I’d also hate for him to come to harm. Especially by my hand!”

-Actually a lot more mature in behavior than canon Remus

-Alt mode is a muscle car, modified for competition in a demolition derby

-Along with his morning-star, also has a sword, a broadsword as opposed to Roman’s katana

-Also ambidextrous, whichever hand isn’t holding the morning-star holds the sword

-Neither weapon is designed for one-handed wielding, but Remus makes it work

Virgil:

-Arachnicon, Autobot aligned

-Basically a cybertronian with a spider-like mode

-He doesn’t like taking this form around Patton because he knows he’s afraid of them

-The actual medic

-Has a welding torch along with his regular kit

-Puts webs over freshly welded wounds to function the same way gauze wrapping would

-“Venom” is actually an antitoxin that cleans wounds and flushes most venoms and poisons from the body

-This also works on humans, but antitoxin can’t be left in the body after flushing, unlike with Cybertronians

-Stowed away on the ship the rest of them were on and did his best to keep hidden

-Patton caught him trying to get some energon from their supplies

-Logan lost a battle of will to let Virgil stay

-Roman was reluctant, but just could not bring himself to say no

-Remus happily welcomed the ex-con

-Alt mode is a hearse, mainly for the aesthetic

-Got confused for an on-duty hearse once, had to carry someone’s coffin to the cemetery without any humans noticing anything off

-He succeeded, and peeled out soon as he was out of there

-Also a Disney fan, thanks to Thomas

-And similar to canon, he notices the more subtle messages better than Roman does

-“It’s context, Princey! It’s not supposed to be obvious!”

Janus:

-Predacon, Autobot aligned

-Cloned from the remains of his ancestors long before the evacuation of Cybertron

-Thought the ship the others had taken off on was a cave and went inside to rest before it took off

-He was more than freaked out when he woke up and found he was no longer alone

-Learned about his ancestors and how to transform thanks to Logan

-Default mode is a two headed wyvern, alt mode is his humanoid mode

-Both heads are able to shoot fire, but niether is dominant, as they are both controlled by one processor

-Has a unique transformation due to his physiology

-Heads and necks become legs, legs become arms, wings become cape and tail becomes staff

-The gatherer for the team

-Can locate energon deposits from anywhere on the planet

-Sometimes these are untouched

-Not that Great at lying~!

-Damnit Janus, don’t edit my bullet list for you!

-[REDACTED INFORMATION]

-ffs, Janus why are you so worried about people seeing that?

-I see how it is: You have no problem with me talking about the other guys, but when I get to you, you want my followers to as little about you as possible.

-Well, I’m done with yours anyway.

-What’s that? A quote? Um...

-“I must say, Remus, you must take very good care of yourself.”

-How’s that? Good? Good.

Remy:

-Microcon, Autobot aligned

-Somehow able to safely drink coffee without it getting everywhere

-Do not get between him and his coffee

-You will end up with a new intake where it isn’t supposed to be

-Alt mode is an alarm clock

-Mainly stays at Thomas’ house, unless he somehow wanders off

-Logan had to put a tracker on him so he can be found again and returned home

-“C’mon, Logan! I didn’t go too far from home this time!”

-He did, in fact go too far from home

-<_<

->_>

-(Patton convinced the others to let Janus stay not long after finding him)

-Will only accept Starbucks coffee, for some reason

Flambe:

-Altered minicon, Autobot aligned

-One of Patton’s minicons

-Alt mode is an electric stove

-Is helping Patton learn how to cook

-“And then you whisk it like that, there you go!”

Buzz:

-Altered minicon, Autobot aligned

-Patton’s other minicon

-Loves pranks

-Alt mode is a microwave

-“AHH! WHAT HAVE YOU DON- Now what did I tell you about waiting for the beep?”

Digit:

-Microcon, Autobot aligned

-Alt mode is a calculator

-Offers help to Thomas if he needs it, but berates him if it’s a problem he should’ve been able to solve himself

-Very insistent if Thomas hides the face he’s struggling

-“1+2? Really? Eveyone knows what that equals, Sanders!”

Thomas:

-Pretty much Character Thomas from Sanders Sides

-Came across the bots while filming for one of his vines

-It may have been a Disney Prank

-I will reveal no more info regarding that

-Became fast friends with the lot

-Even Virgil

-Introduced him and Roman to Disney movies

-“Virgil, I know you’re worried about me, but I’ll be fine! Really.”

Dr. Picani:

-Thomas’ Therapist

-Loves cartoons of all kinds

-Thomas introduced him to the bots after they had been on earth for a year

-“When you said you had some ‘big changing factors’ enter your life, Thomas, I didn’t expect it to be taken so... Literally.”

And that’s all I got at the moment. If you think of anything you’d like to see added or changed, let me know!

[gayoperatorgunclub]

Could you do the full list for nomad?

of course!! here you go :) 

1 (Their physical weak spots) - her ears!!!! queen is serious about ear protection when she’s out exploring, so they are blessedly untouched by the elements. the back of her neck, sadly, cannot say the same :(

2 (Their emotional/moral weak spots) - she has extreme difficulty taking jokes about her upbringing, or in any way being referred to as a soft rich girl (i hate to unnecessarily mention men, but while pondering this i realized she’s almost the opposite of doc in terms of how they feel about their upbringing 😳 i smell dynamics)  

3 (Scars or painful spots) - she’s got one that goes from the back of her neck, circles around to her front, and twists around her torso before continuing its vine-like pattern to her left leg, coming to an end right in the middle of the sole of her foot. no one knows what it’s from, and she changes the story every time someone asks. (her favorites are “hogwarts” “missed the school bus and i had to walk the fifty miles to school” “you should see the other guy” “didn’t your mother ever tell you to never ask a woman’s age?” and “i’m just really good at sex”) 

4 (Best places to kiss on their body) - her chest, but NOT her tiddies unless you plan on being ~sensual~ 

5 (Guilty pleasures) - it is so bold to assume she feels guilt for things she enjoys. honestly i couldn’t think of anything but i guess she might be embarrassed about liking gIrLy things 

6 (Their vices (physical or emotional)) - she CANNOT back down from a challenge. this lead to her almost accepting tachanka’s challenge of seeing who could drink more before they passed out (doc managed to distract her by saying that he could beat ace in a fight faster than she could, and she had to prove a bitch wrong) 

7 (Their tickle spots) - anywhere from the bottom of her ribcage to her knees. be warned, she doesn’t cut her nails

8 (Bad memories/experiences) - when kapkan tried to bring her on a hunting trip. the two of them are now wanted in the majority of the EU, and no one has any idea what they did. the only hint either of them will give is the words “international waters” 

9 (Humiliating memories) - when she drunkenly called kaid dad. it was a rough few days. when he gave her a birthday card and signed it “your more powerful father” she almost stabbed him

10 (Fears/phobias) - deforestation and climate change

11 (Bad or petty habits) - very passive-aggressive about people not recycling and stuff. also very elitist about her own exploratory pursuits. she can and will mock you and your fucking “paved trails”  

12 (Grudges and vendettas) - coal company owners. the rich, and upper-middle-class people who take personal offense when you talk shit about the rich (personal anecdote: i said eat the rich in front of my mom once and she got all pissy and said “you can’t judge people for one thing” and proceeded to say that there was no difference between me saying eat the rich and her saying eat the brown ones so. Cringe) 

13 (What gets them flustered) -  anyone mentioning her childhood or acknowledging her skills in the outdoors 

14 (Ingrained habits/forces of habit) - she responds to any minor inconvenience by sighing heavily and saying “better drink my own piss” it’s very upsetting  

15 (What it takes to make them cry) - she doesn’t cry. she just got some sand in her eye, you bitch. doesn’t matter that she’s inside watching bridge to terabithia. give her a fucking tissue you swine

16 (Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’) - you know that john mulaney bit “the one thing you can’t replace”? she has a closet full of family pictures that are NOT of her family, and other such family heirlooms 

17 (Regrets) - not running away from home as a child to live as an orphan on the run, which is the inherent dream of all children 

18 (Things they’ll never admit) - she has a great sense of direction when it comes to the outdoors, but when it comes to buildings? let’s just say she lives by the buddy system

19 (People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them) - no <3

20 (What-ifs/Alternate Timelines) - kinda wanna see her as a queen of the amazons-type lady 😳😳😳

21 (Turning points in their life) - when she rejected the teachings of madonna’s material girl 

22 (People who’ve influenced them greatly) - kaid. who else? perhaps a bitch like bear grylls idk

[cocomoraine]

Vienna

Why would I turn a simple supposed to be a ficlet (about Boris and Valery sharing a croissant in Vienna) into a complicated character introspection, development, and angst? I’ll never know, someone please take away my laptop from me. 

A semi reward to myself for being alive after that grueling finals, and a coping mechanism while waiting for judgment. 

Warnings: unbeta’ed. That's it. And maybe kind of trashy because its created on a whim. Esp while taking a break from studying and awaiting the verdict for Mineral Economics.

Here y’all go!

Vienna 

(maybe I should reconsider this title, idk)

Arriving at Vienna, Boris was a little bit shaken up by the cold, but not as much. Valery was beside him in the car, still reading the technical reports given to him by Ulana before they left Moscow. His forehead is littered up with lines in thought. 

Vienna’s time zone is not far from Moscow. But as soon as the plane started to lower on the runway, Boris adjusted the time on his watch. 

He saw Valery’s watch is still set to Moscow. 

“Valera.”

Valery looked up at him, registering his voice. 

“Yes?”

Boris waited for a moment, then took a breath, willing away the uneasiness. Vienna will not be a disaster, we will all be fine, Valera would be fine. 

“The time.”

Valery looked at his watch, and immediately changed it. He sheepishly looked at Boris, murmuring apologies on the way. Boris looked at him, a mixture of fondness and exasperation on his face. 

“Just make sure you don't trip out when you walk out of this car.”

***

Late at night, and even far away from Chernobyl, Valery still can’t will himself to sleep. He finished his third cigarette of the night, looking out the window.

He was calming his nerves. I can do this. 

He saw the door opening, Boris coming in, probably already finished talking with their entourage for this trip. 

“Everything all right, Valery?”

He bit the inside of his cheek to prevent some smartass reply that would definitely calm his nerves, but may aggravate Boris. He winced instead, then faced Boris. 

“I am fine. Of course, considering all things, maybe this is a tame version of “fine” for us but not for other people.”

He noticed Boris pacing around the room, like a restless child, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle given to him. 

“KGB was kind enough not to bug our hotel rooms, yet still managed the manpower to send someone to be part of the entourage. Truly, what would they think we would do here in Vienna? We are not here on a vacation, we are sent as representatives of the Soviet Union, and diplomats apparently need agents tailing after them.”

He is still wearing his coat.

In quick steps, he reached Boris, and gently stopped him from his tirade.

“Borja.”

The softly exhaled name calmed Boris, and he gazed into Valery’s eyes.

“What? Do you need anything? Did anything happen?”

Valery smiled. Rueful. Always asking about me.

“Take off your coat, would you? You’re dripping snow all over the carpet.”

***

It's the day of the conference. 

They were given a few hours in the en suite, where they would be called when the program finally starts and it’s time for them to come in. 

Valery was a wreck. If Boris is agitated, he cannot imagine what the other is feeling. The man in question, the man who will tell the world what happened at Chernobyl, the man of the hour, the man the world is keen to hear and watch, is there a foot away from where Boris is sitting, pacing, muttering words Boris will never understand the meaning of, and wringing his hands, it’s a miracle they are not broken already. 

The breakfast croissant served at them a while ago sits on the table at the corner of the room. Valery ate his upon receiving it, a miracle considering the circumstances, because for the time Boris has known Valery, the man never touches food unless his body eventually gives up and needs him to replenish itself. It seems the scientist ate his out of nervousness, and something to do with his hands, instead of just wringing it around. Valery also drank his coffee in a single gulp, did he burn his tongue, how on earth will he be able to speak then? 

Boris’ breakfast croissant and coffee remained untouched. It's getting cold.

Valery keeps on pacing around. Forehead scrunched up in thought. The suit he is wearing is close to wrinkling itself due to the numerous and unceasing movements he is making. 

If back then, Boris would find Valery’s behavior annoying, now, he finds it endearing.

But he needs to calm down.

“Valera.”

Valery didn’t stop pacing.

He stood in the way of the man.

Valery nearly collided with Boris’ chest if he didn’t look up from where he was walking.

 “Boris.”

Boris held out his croissant and coffee. 

“Eat. You look like you will fall over.”

“Boris. This is your food. I cannot possibly--”

Boris divided the croissant into half.

“Half. One for you, then one for me. At least both of our conditions will be met.”

Valery stared at Boris. Then at the offered half croissant. 

Slowly, he took it.

If Boris spent an indeterminate time staring at Valery’s mouth eating the croissant, then the other man doesn’t seem to mind. Or noticed it.

He swallowed. Then looked at Boris demurely.

“I. Thank you.”

“Drink the coffee.”

Valery’s mouth opened in a rehearsed protest.

Boris sighed.

“Fine. You drink the first half, the other half goes to me. Happy?”

***

Vienna was a courteous affair. 

The people around Valery are clapping, some even stood up.

Soon enough, all the people present are giving him a standing ovation.

Valery looked through the audience. Hoping to see a familiar set of eyes that seem to be the one grounding him down when he drifts and forgets the world existing around him. He turned to the side and saw those eyes. 

Proud? Or defeated? What do you think of what I have done, Borja?

In a sea of people clapping, Valery Legasov can only hear the sound of his own heart speeding up when those unreadable eyes continue to stare down at him.

When they got out of the conference room, Valery’s mind is still reeling from all of the things he had said, its consequences, what will become of Chernobyl? Boris is walking alongside him, absently in thought, even when they were led to their car, to be escorted back to the hotel.

As much as Gorbachev wanted them to be back in Moscow as soon as the conference is over, they are forced to stay in Vienna for one more day due to technicalities and reasons only Boris knows. Valery snuck a glance at the older man in his side.

Boris looked miles away. 

As they walked down the hall, ultimately separating toward their own rooms, Valery couldn’t help himself but ask,

“Would you like to have a drink inside?”

The KGB agent was at the end of the hall. He doesn’t need to hear this.

Yet I did say it.

Boris turned to him, his whole body suddenly slack and open. He smiled, albeit little, at Valery. It did somersaults to the scientist, which he valiantly tried to calm down.

“Thought you would never ask.”

***

They were drinking, and talking, the vodka inside the bottle seems to be depleting fast. 

It was a few minutes before midnight when Boris turned from his monologue about who will win between Pikalov and Tarakanov when it comes to strength (the topics they’ve discussed became insane as the night progresses) and saw Valery sleeping in his chair. 

Boris smiled. 

Oh, Valera.

He walked towards him, and gently nudged him awake. 

“Valera.”

“Mhm.”

“Migrate to your bed. You are going to get a crick in the neck for sleeping in there. It will not be a good combination with your impending headache tomorrow morning.”

“Mm.”

Valery didn’t move.

Alright.

Boris half carried, half dragged Valery to his bed. Once he removed his shoes and glasses, he pulled the blankets and laid it up to Valery’s chin.

The man was apparently mumbling something this whole time.

Boris cannot understand most of it. Only one word managed to break into his alcohol-induced head.

“Borja..”

Boris looked at Valery’s sleeping face. Peaceful. Mouth slightly opened, due to saying his name.

A burning sensation filled his chest. He lowered himself until he is eye level with Valery’s sleeping form.

He pressed a light, feather touch kiss upon his forehead.

“Goodnight, my Valera.”

He stood up, downed the last shot Valery left behind, and went out of the room. 

Suddenly, being near Valery Legasov knocked out all of the air in Boris’ lungs.

***

Valery knocked upon Boris’ hotel room door the next morning. He has the phantom feeling of warm lips pressed against his forehead last night. He is not sure if it's just a product of his own head creating delusions because of mixing alcohol and fatigue, or it was real. He decided to think about it later. 

“Come in.”

Valery stepped inside. He saw Boris standing by the window. Coat already worn. 

“Valera.”

“I didn’t see you at breakfast today. Are you, alright?”

“I am fine. The headache just has been too much. But I am doing better now.” 

Boris fully faced him. 

“We’ll be leaving in fifteen minutes. Is there anything else you need before we fly back to Moscow?”

“No. I’m. Fine.”

Valery stared at the button pin in Boris’s suit. The emblem of the Soviet Union. A career Party man.

He noticed it was askew.

Before Valery could register what his feet were doing, he was already closer to Boris than before. He can feel his warm breath caressing his face. 

The somersaults only intensified.

The moment their eyes locked, it's like the whole gravity of the room shifted. Yet, Valery didn’t feel drifting or weightless. He feels grounded. By those eyes. 

“Um. Your. Uh. Your pin. It's not in line.”

Two trembling hands tried to fix the pin in Boris’ suit. It did only take a few minutes, but for both men in the room, it felt like a lifetime.

Eyes met again.

Suddenly, it became clearer. Oh. 

Closer. Dangerously close. 

Yet no one stepped away. They are like two atoms, neutron bullets, set on a course of hitting one another. 

Their lips never met. 

Valery’s lips touched Boris’s nose.

Boris’ lips touched Valery’s cheek. 

Fission.

Breaths on hold. Afraid a slight movement can create a disastrous chain reaction.

The knock on the door was the control rod.

***

When Boris met Valery’s eye in the helicopter, it's like the fissioning began again.

***

Their lips only touched fully when they were safely inside Valery’s apartment 

(Would you like to come up to have a drink? 

Great. The trip gave me a headache, I could use one. 

Send my things up to my home. I’ll call you when it's time to pick me up. 

Do you even know your neighbors? 

I don’t.)

All it took was for their eyes to meet again, in the threshold of his living room, and the door to be locked. Valery felt Boris’ arms circle around him.

Boris felt Valery’s own arms enclose his shoulders. He pulled him close. Closer. Dangerously close. 

How long?

Since when?

What now?

None of these thoughts, but both running on their heads at the same time were said out loud. The only sound inside the apartment was lips touching, breathless names, a soft dripping of water from the faucet, and the steady ticking of the clock.

When Boris started kissing down his jaw and neck, Valery cracked an eye open, and managed through the haze, to glance at the clock and saw the calendar right next to it.

1987. 

5:00 pm.

Four years.

He glanced at his watch. Then closed his eyes to get lost in the sensations. 

It was still set to Vienna. 

***

[comeallyelost]

The Handmaid's Tale 3x10 Thoughts

A few days late, but here it is:

So objectively, despite the shit storm that has been happening this season, this was the kind of THT episode we’ve been thirsting for all season. I’d even argue last week’s plus this week’s finally worked its way back up to the series I first fell in love with.

(Although the huge lack of forward movement this season probably diluted this episode’s impact.)

Anywho:

1. June/ The Lawrences

The relationship between these three really shined this episode. The Ceremony scene in the bedroom was really touching and heartbreaking. June powering through that and guiding Lawrence through it was exceptional acting. Although part of me is bothered that we’re going back to June getting raped. I really did think that whole ordeal would have been left back in season 2.

Joseph and Eleanor’s relationship is something super precious. And it’s an element I’ve enjoyed this entire season. Eleanor knows what’s up with her husband and decided to stay in Gilead in order to be with him. Joseph’s realization that he needed to get Eleanor out after all this was really moving too. Up until that point he was a stubborn fuck who thought he knew best for his wife. And even though he was acting out of love and concern for her, he never really considered a better life for her without him being there.

Also June’s comment to Fred that the Lawrences treat her with respect, I thought, was honest and quite bold of her to say. Because she implied exactly what Fred was suspecting.

2. The Waterfords and Winslow

I have to begrudgingly accept that Fred and now Winslow’s roles as commanders in Gilead will never be fully explained to the audience. For a while there I assumed Lawrence was one of the higher ups and relatively untouchable. But now Fred is implementing these new rules for the homes and is able to supervise ceremonies? And Winslow is along for the ride? 

Also Fred being creepy as fuck and just trying to mess with June is getting to be a bit much. Unless it’s leading up to something, he’s just been wasting time now trying to get June’s attention in whatever bizarre and twisted way he can think of. 

Serena this episode was alright imo. She clearly was not comfortable with what was going on. And her concern for June and Eleanor seemed sincere. I’m still skeptical about her role in all of this. Like, she is the absolute worst, but it’s not like she’s happy with where she’s at right now. Her marriage is still super fragile and she’s still mourning the baby. I don’t want to believe she’s gonna change (again) because I know she only works on the right side when it suits her needs, but I did sense some sort of shift this ep. So I’ll keep an open mind.

3. June’s save-the-children crusade

I really loved the little snippets of info revealed while she was reading though the files of the Handmaids. And the muffins from the Marthas at the end was great too. 

Now, I know June is our protagonist and its her story we follow, but is she really the only one who--after like 5 years of Gilead--has hatched a plan to save children? Like, yes, all the Marthas have said yes and are agreeing to this plan. But who is June to them? How are they falling behind her? We haven’t seen her lead or make any real strides in working with the resistance. Idk, it just seemed a little farfetched/ not fully executed.

Other Thoughts:

- Give me more Alma backstory dammit

- June telling Janine her son was happy and alive in California broke me a little. I was debating whether or not it was the right thing to do. But I can concede it was the most humane choice. Poor Janine

- Did anyone else notice the lack of continuity in how the Lawrence household calls June? In 3x07 Eleanor calls her June. Beth has also to my knowledge called her June. But both of them refer to her as OfJoseph in this episode and idk why I found it odd. 

- Serena brought out the phone! I hope this means we’re finally getting more Canada time. And that Tuello fellow really intrigues me.

- I miss Nick where tf is he (sob)