#which is a... problem that you can imagine

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

ragatha is NOT abstracting* and i will bury myself six foot under that hill

* well , i don't think she'll FULLY abstract . _____

i know this may be shocking coming from Me , the ragatha angst enjoyer , who made an entire au where she's having a bad day 24/7 . i truly , do not believe that ragatha's going to get killed off . just . hear me out . sit down on this chair .

it's not even that she's my favorite character and i don't want her to die . the opposite , actually , i eat ragatha abstraction fanfics up . my problems are more ... well , it lies more on the writing .

first of all , let's remember what tadc is for a second ; it's a tonally hopeful show with messages about community and not being truly alone . even in episode 5 , where ragatha Goes Through It , it has a glimmer of hope through jax — where he finds a friend in pomni .

it's why i truly believe she'll have some form of positive development , because if Jax , the character that gooseworx said who's Most deserved to be stuck in the circus , can be happy ... then why couldn't ragatha ?

also . i Love assholes with repressed trauma as much as the next guy , but it'll be weird to make the guy who's been antagonistic to most of the cast thus far find more happiness than ..... the clearly-traumatized woman ...........

when you write a story with mentally ill characters and a hopeful message ... what does it say when you kill off one of them ? what does it say to the audience that relates to that character ? here's a hint — stuff that i would find IFFY to put in your show .

obviously , you can do literally anything as a writer , but picture this ; imagine setting up a character like ragatha . someone who has gone through abuse and a lot of trauma . desperate for a community to the point she grasps for any scraps of validation she gets . you put her in a show where every character find some form of hope in the situation they're in . she has shown herself to harbor some form of self-loathing .

by that point , you should see my problem with killing her off . once more : if she dies , what does it say to the audience who relates to that character ?

and now for my next question — what would it add to the show ? what message does it send and how does it add to the theme ? because ... any of the answers to those questions i can think of are NOT good answers considering the last paragraphs .

" it'll show that people truly cares even when you're gone " we'll have episode 2 again , but this time at the cost of a character we've gotten to know for the last five episodes . it'll make ragatha's time in the show a Total Waste . like cool , all she's been set up for the last five episodes is to Die ...

i sure do hope we don't have another dead character who tells the same message of people caring about you when you're gone and also had an entire funeral scene which will make all of this build-up so redundant — oh wait his name is kaufmo .

at that point you could just remove her and put kaufmo in her place , because it's just the Same Message being told . it'll be impactful to see a main character dying ... if that character isn't going to essentially make all of their scenes redundant in hindsight .

" it'll give the cast character development " but not ragatha ?? i will be real with you i will be so Mad if ragatha gets killed off as a catalyst for jax to have an epiphany or character development . like genuinely that would make me instantly drop the show , do Not get me started .

even then , the thing that's going on with ragatha thus far is her thinking nobody cares for her despite that it's the Opposite . by giving the other characters development instead of her in Her Own Arc is Terrible Writing and i'm not going to budge on that .

" it'll mark a tonal shift " an answer i'm slightly okay with , but let's take the above paragraphs again — it'll be iffy nonetheless . do i Love the idea of an unsatisfying character arc where it suddenly ends , therefore breaking the formula that's been set since the beginning ? yes ! would i love it in this specific case considering the context of the show and its themes ? very much Not !

i know these arguments are more of an opinionated , ' think of how that'll work into the story ' rather than actual proof , but when it comes to making predictions , the tadc fandom doesn't really stop and think about how it adds to a character or story beyond It'll Be Shocking . for this theory specifically , i can't see a Good narrative reason to kill off ragatha without stepping on at least one land mine . as someone familiar with writing stories with mentally ill characters — it'll get Weird quick !

do i accept that there could be a Tiny possibility that ragatha Does abstract ? absolutely . i do trust gooseworx's ability as a writer enough to Maybe make this sting less when it actually does happen , but i'll very much criticize it .

so ! i don't think she Wouldn't abstract 100% though . because by this point it's inevitable that she'll sink into the darkness in some way . keep in mind that Barely Anything goes right for this girl . i don't think she'll die , but a very public mental breakdown is inevitable . at most , i see a fake-out abstraction . you know . one where she gets pulled out of it at the last second . just to scare the fans .

personally , do you know what would be more impactful than a death ? a character that fully believes she'll die alone and unloved being proven Wrong . episode 5 has shown how the other characters Care for her . imagine her spiraling and thinking that nobody cares if she abstracts , only to realize that there are people by her side . shit that would actually make me cry , i'm not gonna lie .

she will get a BIG group hug and she'll cry and i would also cry and we crew and we crode and i don't know maybe i'll be wrong Shrugs let's see this post age like milk LOL

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

the twst pantheon au

I’ve been cooking with this one for a long ass time 🤩

A pantheon refers to “a collective of gods for a particular religion or group” or “a group that is respected, famous, or important”. In this case, the Pantheon AU is a modern day alternate universe in which all of the Twst characters are deities. They are not tied to a certain religion. Rather, they exist as forces of nature and each have dominion over + powers related to whatever concepts they govern.

The gods used to be well known and revered back in ancient times, but they’ve been whittled down to obscurity as the eons pass by. And the gods, well… let’s say that they got caught up in some trouble in their down time, leading to many of them being cast out of the Pantheon. These so-called “Fallen” gods are banished to the mortal realm and forced to walk among humans. However, because they’ve been stripped of most of their power, the Fallen are forced to take up smaller forms in order to conserve what little power they have left… which means we get cute animal forms :))

So the idea is that you/the reader/Yuu are a normal human being going about their day and they happen to run into a god in their animal form. Depending on the form, it could be a wild animal OR (the funnier option, in my opinion) the encounter could be in one of those animal cafés. Whatever the case may be, you end up adopting, fostering, or giving the animal shelter in your home.

The next day, you wake up to find a strange man in robes standing in your bedroom. He so arrogantly informs you that you are now one of his “followers” and demands that you assist him in reclaiming their lost godhood, thereby restoring him to his rightful place in the Pantheon.

As it turns out, gods gain power by gathering followers (not actual people who worship them but rather just people who selflessly love them or believe in and follow their philosophies or the importance of what they govern). Following is quantified by a mystical coin called Faith; the goal is for the Fallen to gather enough Faith to literally “buy” their way back into the Pantheon. Only problem is, it’s hard for gods to gain followers or even influence humans in their weakened state, hence why they’re teaming up with the first human to offer them Faith. (Since adopting/fostering is considered an act of selfless love, it granted the god enough strength to assume a more humanoid form.)

Gods don’t “die” but rather they can “fade”. Think of it like how a star burns for a long time, but they eventually burn through everything they have and cannot go on. Gods can fade one of two ways: 1) their time comes, or 2) there is so little Faith in what they rule over that they cannot sustain their existence anymore! The Faith currency and system is in part inspired by the Heaven Coins (from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt) and the Tinkerbell and Pixie Hollow lore, the latter of which states that fairies die if children do not believe in them.

Depending on what the god rules over, this would shape the direction their follower (ie you/Yuu) would take to help them. For example, the god of love would benefit from having love spread. I also like to imagine that the non-Fallen gods sometimes come down to mock the Fallen or pose as obstacles since the non-Fallen could theoretically accumulate more power for themselves if there are fewer gods in the Pantheon.

And then!! Maybe at the very end, when the god has collected enough Faith, they’re faced with the daunting decision of getting the thing they started off wanting versus staying on the mortal plane with their human friend (or even lover, if you wanna go the god-human forbidden romance angle), who will entirely forget about them once they ascend. It’d sort of be like the end of Hercules but with an extra little sprinkle of angst 😇

The gods are grouped into Elder, Major, and Minor categories. Elder Gods are the oldest and are tasked with overseeing the younger gods and the governance of humanity itself. Major Gods are those who have accumulated a significant amount of influence for themselves over the years. Minor Gods are young gods and are still in training, humans that ascended to godhood, or lesser gods.

And now, the members of the Pantheon!! I’ve included some headcanons I have for them, but consider this more of a brief overview and not all the lore.

Elder Gods

Crowley — God of stories

Considered to be the ultimate authority and speaker for the Pantheon.

Decides which gods are worthy of walking in the Pantheon. Also determines what the price to return is for the Fallen.

(… Yes, Faith is literally in coins and you have to “buy” your way back in because Crowley, even as an actual GOD, is a greedy ass that accepts bribe money ✨)

Despite his high ranking, he has a whimsical and flippant manner about him, not really acting like an omnipotent being.

It is said he has a number of crow and raven companions that serve as messengers and his eyes/ears. They bring the stories they see and hear back to him.

Keys, mirrors, and coffins are common motifs for him and his shrines; they say that his mirrors are gates to new worlds and that the coffins he unlocks with his skeleton keys give birth to new life/characters to inhabit those worlds.

Be kind to ravens and crows; you never know when that visiting bird is actually Crowley in disguise, traveling the mortal world in search of something new to amuse himself with.

Obviously has a raven/crow form.

Crewel — God of medicine and healing

Looks after the gods and their standing; that kindness, like medicine, can be both a panacea and a poison. Punishes the gods, should they step out of line.

Favors dogs, particularly well-trained ones. His shrines depict Dalmatians guarding the entrances, but the dogs are not seen in the interiors, which are usually caked with incense smoke.

Healers and caretakers look to him for guidance. It used to be common for them to have a singular handkerchief in black and white animal print (a good luck charm) on their persons (or wearing something of those colors/patterns) when treating the sick or injured.

He is skilled at animal taming; it is said that he could get even a great beast to heel at his command.

His animal form is a Dalmatian.

Trein — God of history

Tasked with keeping records for the gods and humans alike. He knows every detail of their existence.

Favors felines. It’s said that, in his youth, he spirited away a cat, which now serves as his emissary.

His wife, the minor goddess of the ashes, faded due to a lack of Faith. Because of this, he perpetually worries for the younger gods meeting the same fate.

Glass is a material that recurs in his shrines and offerings; this is because Trein considers time fragile like glass.

His animal form is a long haired cat.

Vargas — God of champions and heroes

There are many stories of him training humans and demigods, who would later go on to perform impressive acts.

Also trains up-and-coming gods, preparing them to assume their duties.

He is said to have a number of feats under his belt as well, such as slaying a great beast and carrying the world on his back.

Animal pelts and deer antlers are favored offerings. Even better if you hunted and prepared them yourself.

His animal form is a buck.

Sam — God of roads/travel and prophecy

Magically produces anything that may be needed from his hat.

Able to vanish and reappear anywhere else. Never stays in one place for too long.

Seemingly all-knowing. He is said to commune with the shadows for this supernatural level of knowledge. Using his deck of enchanted cards, he can also see into the past, present, and future.

Sam allows for passage between the Pantheon and the mortal plane. He calls the route between them his “backdoor shortcut”.

Takes on a shadow form rather than an animal form.

Lilia — Ex-god of war and protection, god of family and sacrifice

Once a god wielding a frightening cleaver and dripping in blood; his presence on the battlefield marked the enemy’s doom—but if he was on your side, then he is your savior.

He ceded his title and mellowed out after he was tasked with mentoring various younger gods. Still retains a bit of his war god past, as he is willing to go to great lengths aid his charges—even at the cost of his own safety.

Spouses-to-be and expecting mothers pray to Lilia for happy marriages and safe childbirth.

Acorns are left at his shrines; by wishing Lilia a long, healthy life, he returns the favor and grants you the same.

Bats serve has his messengers. If you see one passing the moon, it’s good luck. Likewise, his animal form is a bat.

Major Gods

Riddle — God of law and order

Rules, laws, control—all of these things are under his dominion. He rewards those who obey and punishes those who disobey.

In the days of old, a statue of Riddle would adorn the courtrooms, indicating that trials would be conducted under his scrutiny.

Those seeking his favor or welcoming his spirit into their home would cultivate red and white roses, prepare dried strawberries, and/or drink black tea at designated dates and times.

Displeased with the disorder and unlawfulness of the human world; wishes to get it under control.

Fallen for going on a wrathful rampage; he injured many gods and tore apart the Pantheon in the process.

His animal form is a (smaller than average) hedgehog.

Leona — God of wisdom and destruction

The patron god of scholars. Ironically, intellectuals debate about Leona’s form, finding it difficult to believe that a divine scholar would have the physique of what is that of a pro-athlete.

He represents not only the acquisition of new information and its application, but also the ruin that can be brought about by this knowledge.

He has become bored with the world—he already has all knowledge at his fingertips, so what else is there to learn? Because of that, he is now lazy.

There was an incident in which he, a young god at the time, sanded a vast archive of human knowledge. This earned him ire from the Elder Gods and cast his reputation in a bad light.

Fallen for attempted deicide (of Malleus).

His animal form is a cat. Makes sense; there’s usually golden lion statues in his shrines. Cures meats are a common offering. Can muster a lion with sufficient energy.

Azul — God of commerce and contracts

Anything related to business, money, and deals are under him. Because of this, both swindlers and honest merchants revere Azul and usually have a small anemone plant or flower set up in shop to attract good business.

It was common for people to ask Azul to fulfill their wishes, at the cost of something valuable to themselves. His golden contracts are said to be impossible to break—though there are stories of heroes finding loopholes and triumphing over him.

Those who cross him are said to be dragged into the depths and choked by his tentacles.

Fallen for his impossible greed; he forewent consent to enter an agreement with him and stole humans’ skills and abilities en masse in a big to become the ultimate life form.

His animal form is an octopus, a form he is extremely insecure about. Tends to take on the appearance of a fish with fluttery fins instead.

Kalim — God of wealth, hospitality, and celebration

He is considered a charitable and friendly god, welcoming even humans to gatherings in his domain, serving them nectar and ambrosia. If you wish for wealth or to impress a guest, you are expected to be as kind of a host has he is.

His shrines were opulent, dripping with jewels, gold, and dried coconut flesh + coconut water offered up in his name.

He is usually depicted as the sun amid other stars or in parades/amid crowds of servants (which are primarily lesser gods). Never alone, always with people.

According to the stories, he is easy to trick and has been stolen from multiple times—yet he harbors no ill will towards thieves.

His animal form is a monkey—a nimble little moodmaker—but he’s capable of turning into others too. A tiger, an elephant, and a parrot, just to name a few. You can say he’s a real “party animal”.

Vil — God of beauty (aesthetics) and poison

Depicted as a mature and sexy beauty, but also sometimes as a robed hag. He is known for his beauty as much as he is known for his envy.

Worshipped in the days of old by women who did not wish for their youth to fade, although Vil was typically described as a being without the concept of the gender binary.

Fallen for an attempt to poison a fellow god (Neige) and steal their beauty to bolster his own.

His animal form is a (male) peacock. If you pluck off on of his feathers, he may curse you—but get away safely, and you can brew a beauty elixir.

Idia — God of innovation and technology

A god that tinkers away and produces new inventions in his lair. He is said to have inspired many famous human inventions or inventors, sparking industrial and technological revolutions the world over.

Has grown increasingly withdrawn, deeming that his inventions are out there doing a god’s work for him; is there a need for him to be involved?

He is said to enjoy games; it is common to find gameboards and game pieces in his shrines. In stories, Idia would use his own to illustrate locations and the heroes in those territories.

His shrines are often gloomy—dimly lit, and filled with bones (representative of the past) and candles (representative of the future, paved by new inventions).

Fallen for an attempt to destroy the current universe and to rewrite it in his own image.

His animal form is a dog, which he laments because be prefers cats.

Malleus — God of stasis and storms (ie nature)

Considered to be an unstoppable force of nature; his moods affect the weather, so people prayed to him for favorable conditions.

Known as one of the most powerful gods to have ever existed. He knows little of humans and their ways, having lived almost entirely in the Pantheon.

Fallen for forsaking the concept of time and attempting to keep the world, humans, and the gods themselves, from facing the future ever again. With his thorn cradles, he sought to force all asleep and kept content in their dreams.

His animal form is a lizard, though he is usually depicted as a fire breathing dragon in stories.

Rollo — God of obsession and judgment

Another important figure often depicted in courtrooms. While Riddle oversees rules and laws, Rollo is the one closely tied to fair judgment and rulings.

The stories depict him as a god so blindly consumed by pursuit of his purpose that he lost sight of all else.

Fallen for an attempt to rid the universe of gods altogether, freeing humans from them. Harbors a particularly strong resentment for the God of Stasis and Storms.

Should a fire occur, it is viewed as Rollo’s wrath or punishing an unjust world. There are stories of guilty criminals who successfully evade the eyes of the law but mysteriously die in house fires.

Often depicted in stained glass windows.

His favored offerings are bread, grapes, and red lilies. The correct way to give them is to toss the offerings into a fire and letting them burn to ashes.

He finds music produced by bells pleasing. Those who run shrines in his name may perform a ceremonial dance using a hand bell.

His animal form is a goat.

Skully — God of holidays and cheer

He arose from the darkness when humans celebrated their first holiday. Though he represents all holidays, his favorite is Halloween. This is why you will find jack ‘o lanterns and candy scattered at his shrines. His followers are especially active during the autumn season.

Fallen for a strange decree that he should dictate how every holiday is celebrated; this cut into other gods’ domains and caused in-fighting among humans.

A god that stole many hearts. He greets humans with a kiss on the back of the hand; these kisses would impart temporary charms.

Oddly does not have an animal form. Assumes a pumpkin form instead.

Fellow — God of vagrants and freedom

A smooth, fast talking god with little respect for restraint. Not very bright but makes up for it in showmanship. He travels wherever he wants whenever he wants and does whatever he wants, easily blending in with mortals.

If you’ve lost a few coins from your wallet, assume Fellow swiped it and considers it a charitable donation.

Fallen for dealing with an evil spirit; he intended to trade human lives to gain more divine power.

Gidel is a titleless Fledgling God that he has taken under his wing. While he does not speak, he is very expressive.

His animal form is a fox.

Minor Gods

Trey — God of temperance and the hearth

Trey encompasses everything that makes the home warm and comfortable: meals, cozy blankets, kind company, etc.

He’s also seen as a caretaker among the gods, especially to Riddle. It’s said he is able to temper his even the most extreme of emotions.

A god that finds himself in the middle of conflicts and having to resolve them; he’d rather be left untroubled by such things.

Baked goods and flowers (specifically violets) are common offerings.

His animal form is a mouse.

Cater — God of theatre and duality

A dramatic god, he lives for performances and attention. Represented by the two comedy masks; he has inspired many famous playwrights.

Typically happy, but when he “flips” to his sad alter ego/mask, his personality is completely different.

He is capable of making replicas of himself. In one story, he performed a one-man play where he was every single character.

… He’s been really into these new human inventions called the “cell phone” and “social media”, but the concepts have yet to take off in the Pantheon.

His animal form is a rabbit.

Deuce — God of passion and dedication

Once an evil spirit, he has since been reformed and become a (tentative) minor god. He dreams of rising to Major God status someday.

As an evil spirit, he was a chaotic being of wind notorious for challenging the other elements to races. (This would often result in hurricanes and other natural disasters.)

It’s said he was originally born from an alchemist’s cauldron when a spell went awry. Perhaps that is why he finds himself drawn to cauldrons.

Chickens are his favored animal; there is a story of how he cried over cracked eggs. This has led to a strange collection of items (including cauldrons and chicken statuettes) in his shrines.

He tries many things, but is seldom successful in any of them.

His animal form is a (blue) chicken. He attempted a pink flamingo form but failed.

Ace — God of fortune (luck) and mischief

A troublemaker in the Pantheon. Frequently being chastised or punished for bothering his fellow gods.

He sneaks off to the mortal realm to prank humans. To the Elder Gods’ dismay, Ace sometimes (what was the human phrase for it again??) “shoots his shot” with humans he finds cute. Might go on a date with them once, then disappear entirely from their lives, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

Preserved cherries and later playing cards are common offerings. Instead of praying, devotees would stay at a shrine and play a card game with something depicting Ace (usually a statue).

His animal form is a flamingo.

Ruggie — God of thieves and the downtrodden

The god for the working class, underserved and marginalized communities, and the common man. They pray to him when they are in need of social change—tearing down a tyrannical king, redistributing the wealth, etc.

While his followers usually don’t have much to give, Ruggie isn’t picky about the gifts he receives. Even hand-me-down items and foragables are accepted at his shrines. Leave a bouquet of dandelions, herbs, used clothes, or a few coins at his altar and he will happily snatch those up.

Closely associated with Leona, often acting as his lackey in various tales.

There’s a story about how he stole the keys to Azul’s enchanted safe and released desire into the world; they say Ruggie has the ability to steal anything from anyone.

His animal form is a raccoon but he can muster a hyena with enough energy.

Jack — God of strength (both physical strength and strength of character)

Often depicted as a massive wolf—strong yet gentle. He appears before those with noble hearts to warn them of coming danger.

Protects children who get lost in the woods. He will fend off the danger and then carry the children to safety in his massive maw.

Warriors donned wolf pelts or the image of a wolf on armor or accessories. This would supposedly grant them strength on the battlefield.

Bottles of pear preserves are commonly left at his shrines.

Jade — God of lies and curiosity

One of the rare gods that frequents the mortal realm, though these excursions are typically excused on account of his identity as the god of curiosity. He returns with strange stories that his fellow gods cannot quite tell are true or not.

In the stories, he is presented as an enabler and instigator. If a mortal finds themselves at a fork in the road, Jade leans into their ear and whispers, influencing them to take the path least treaded.

It’s said that if you catch him speaking a truth, he will grant you a wish. Many mortals have met their doom from believing his web of lies.

Strangely, mushrooms have a tendency to overtake his shrines. You'll find them in the corners and crevices.

Animal form is an eel but if he is very low on energy then he’s a little fish.

Floyd — God of change and chaos

If Jade influences humans by whispering in their ear, then Floyd influences humans by throwing any obstacle imaginable at them. He is the embodiment of anything that can happen at any time.

His following is mainly people who are bored with their lives and wish for something exciting or new to happen.

His followers do not have any particular traditions, as he could react negatively to anything. Rather, the expectation is that you go about your day and not invoke his name for fear of gaining his attention.

If you're one of the foolish few who dare to ask a favor of him, candies of assorted flavors or a new pair of shoes (a luxury, in the days of old) may be a good bet to gain his favor.

Animal form is an eel but if he is very low on energy then he’s a little fish.

Jamil — God of culture and ambition

Companion to Kalim. They often appear as a duo on stories, never straying too far apart from one another.

He represents the mingling of cultures and the sharing of idea and traditions, all the connections and places he can never have for himself. Jamil considers this a great burden, one he cannot be freed from. He also represents those seeking higher goals for themselves.

His shrines are known to be covered in fine tapestries and fabrics. Incense is burned, imparting the insides with a smokey, spicy smell.

Common offerings are bottles of hair oil and ornaments. These are to care for his hair, which is said to be able to transform into living snakes, each capable of speaking in a different ancient language.

Fallen for an attempt to overthrow Kalim and claim his position (via inciting a coup).

His animal form is a snake. Although he is a bright red, he’s not venomous.

Rook — God of the hunt, the arts, and love

If you’re out in the wild and feel like you’re being watched, it’s likely Rook with his eye on you. He enjoys observing humans and the odd ways they act.

Has heightened senses, able to notice visual details from an impressive distance away.

A lover of the arts; most creatives have made at least one work of art in his honor.

His followers tend to follow his philosophy that everything is beautiful in its own way.

Lovers will ask Rook to bless their relationship; it is said that those shot with his Arrows of Love will forever be bound to the first person they see.

Rook represents not just romantic love, but also platonic love. He does not discriminate; all love is beautiful!

His animal form is a rook (bird). He can also do other birds, though mainly predators like hawks.

Epel — God of agriculture and harvest

His favored fruit is the apple. There used to be a festival in which attendees would submit their own apples for judging in his honor; the biggest, reddest, and shiniest would win and the victor would be blessed with a bountiful harvest for that year.

There are many tales of mortals and divine beings alike being deceived by his dainty appearance.

Humans pray to Epel for a good yield from their fields. Apples (at least their peels) are often incorporated into fertilizer, which they return to the earth as an offering to him.

His animal form is a rabbit which is smaller than Cater’s form.

Ortho — God of death and rebirth

Legends say he was originally a mortal that died young while attempting to play the role of a hero. Taking pity on the boy, the gods took his soul and replaced it in the mechanical body (thanks to Idia’s help).

Ortho and his blue flames are said to be the last thing you see before death, for he comes to claim all souls and ferry them to the other side.

In the days of old, it is said that people would become stars after death and watch on from the sky. It is Ortho who brings newborn stars into the sky and places them.

He is said to be close with Idia, the god who granted him his new form.

Appears like a glowing blue flame instead of an animal form; the closest he can achieve is a ghostly apparition of a dog.

Sebek — God of action, lightning, and war

A demigod, much to his dismay. Overeager to prove himself as a result.

Dismisses his mortal father in favor of his divine heritage, but Sebek finds himself visiting anyway. Insists it is out of pity.

Inherited the title of god of war from Lilia. Brags about it (though Lilia warns him to be careful with such a dangerous title). His affinity for lightning is also something he brags about, since it brings him closer to Malleus, who controls storms.

His shrines tend to be built near bodies of water; followers prepare salted salmon from lakes and such for him.

He wields a shield that can guard against anything.

His animal form is a crocodile. He is unfortunately very noticeable wherever he goes.

Silver — God of sleep/dreams, peace, and protection

A human that was adopted by Lilia after his parents were felled in war. He went on to become a hero and achieved godhood by bringing a great war to a peaceful resolution.

Inherited Lilia’s old title as god of protection. Should you gain Silver’s favor, he will shield you from the evils of the world.

Animals of all kinds are drawn to Silver and his shrines. Nuts, berries, leaves, and flowers are left at his altar.

He is usually depicted sleeping under a tree. If you see Silver in your dreams, it is a good omen and something nice will happen to you when you wake up.

He wields a sword that can cut through anything.

His animal form is a horse. In works of art, he is sometimes depicted as a silver owl which glides through dreams.

Grim — (Fledgling) God of the lost

Not fully recognized as a god yet.

Has not accumulated enough strength to assume a human form.

Is considered guardian to the lost and directionless, be it those not knowing where they came from or those not knowing where they want to go in the future.

Leave an open tuna can at his altar or in ramshackle buildings, and the contents will have mysteriously vanished the next day. Presumably, Grim has passed by and eaten the offering. (Rocks are also an acceptable offering; these will also vanish, though there is debate on whether Grim favors rocks or if he also eats them.)

Neige — God of innocence and purity/chastity

If Vil is sexy and mature, then Neige is the picture of sweetness and cuteness.

He is seen as a protector and caretaker to children, especially those without parents or guardians. They say if you diligently do your chores, your home will be safe and blessed by Neige.

Also considered the patron god of virgins.

The Seven Dwarves are forest nymphs that hang around him. Each represents an emotion or state of being (uhhh, assume Timmy -> embarrassment, Grum -> angry, Shelpie -> tired??, Hop -> happy, Snick -> surprised, Toby -> confused, Dominic -> confident).

His animal form is a songbird. He can also do a deer.

Cheka — (Fledgling) God of courage and cycles

An inexperienced god; the current God of Courage and Cycles is fading and Cheka is being trained to step up into that role.

Carefree; he has little interest in his duties and would rather play around with the other gods. Sometimes even slips away from his handlers and escapes to the mortal plane to play. Causes many headaches.

Asks many questions about mortals, but nothing which would be relevant to his tasks.

Animal form is a cat (well, more like a kitten), but he can’t really shift well yet.

Chenya — God of riddles and guidance

Chenya helps the lost find their way, be it to a location, loved one, item, or some goal. However, his aid often comes with a heap of cryptic language which you must first decipher.

Has the ability to vanish from sight. It is said that if you hear giggling or feel something brush against your arm or leg, it is Chenya’s blessing.

Loves finding cakes at his shrines, although he tends to steal them right off your plate at celebrations.

Animal form is a cat.

[13thpythagoras]

as someone who regularly pumps music in public, it's a vital game to play of finding that location. I'm like a weird musical bird roosting for a spot when I'm searching, finding the right location for a vibe is not easy, and just blasting a tiktok loudly at random in a crowded space is indeed obnoxious public behavior...if you can pull it off without getting too noticed and it's not crowded, who cares, but if it's crowded use headphones(?!) imagine if everyone on a bus or train was blasting loud tiktok videos. You wouldn't be able to hear your own. Classic "standing up at the baseball game" crowd model problem. You can stand up for maybe a 1% better view but then the people behind you get a 99% worse view, so they stand up, and so on and so forth, and eventually everyone in the crowd at the game has to stand to get the same view as they had originally...aka in this scenario everyone is back to holding the phone to their ear if they want to hear. Which was already a stable equilibrium with the volume down...

my unpopular opinion is that i hate tiktok because now people just publicly watch loud ass videos in public spaces with no regard for anyone else. 100% it was not this bad with youtube, it’s such a different thing with tiktok. put on headphones. you are grown.

[whateveriwant]

I don’t know if I’ve ever really mentioned it before, but one of my favorite AUs to see Simon in is a butcher AU – especially one where he completely forgoes the military route and instead stays with his butcher’s apprenticeship until he has his own shop one day.

At the same time, one of my favorite ways to see Simon depicted is when he’s really really awkward (which, let’s be real, is basically canon lol). Like where he’s super embarrassing, totally incapable of reading social cues, borderline “Is this your first day interacting with another human being?” levels of awkward.

And so when I mash those two ideas together, it creates this whole new beast that I can’t get enough of.

Just the thought of Simon running his little neighborhood butcher shop like any other day, simply minding his business, when in walks one of the prettiest things he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on. Instantly, there’s a voice in Simon’s head screaming, ‘Them! That one! Where’s the nearest jewelers so I can put a ring on it ASAP?!’, but the second he opens his mouth to try to lock it down, he’s making the interaction painful.

Like Reader will be asking him what product he has in stock, and in response Simon will say something like, “Got some fresh lamb in the back. It sort of… reminds me of you 😏.” This, of course, will immediately set off alarm bells in the reader’s head like, ‘Does this guy want to disembowel me and hang me from a hook in his freezer?!?!’ Meanwhile, Simon meant it in a ‘you have soft, gentle eyes’ kind of way.

Or maybe something happens where Simon gets close enough to the reader that he’s able to smell the fragrance they’re wearing. Completely unprompted, he would smile and go, “You smell like my mum,” which to him is just about the highest compliment he can pay someone, saying they remind him of his late mother, but to the reader it’s like okay can you relax, Norman Bates? At least ask for my name first before going all Oedipal on me 😭

But imagine if somehow, by some miracle, Simon is able to charm the reader to the point that they start developing a little crush on him. Any attempts to flirt back would be met with an ice cold reception because Simon wouldn’t know the signs of a reciprocated attraction if they slapped him across the face.

Like maybe one day something breaks or gets spilled all over the floor of the shop and Simon has to swoop in and lift the reader off their feet (swoon!) before dropping them somewhere safer. Reader would try to gas him up by saying how impressive it was the way he lifted them, how he must work out a lot since he’s so strong, etc etc. In response, Simon would just shrug and go, “‘S nothin’. ‘M used to handlin’ big carcasses,” like he didn’t just unintentionally deliver the insult to end all insults.

Or maybe the reader comes in one day with a plate of homemade muffins or something as a thank you for all the great cuts of meat Simon’s been giving them lately. Simon would take one look at the thoughtful gift, go, “Mmm, don’t really like walnuts,” and hand the plate back without an ounce of hesitation or realization of what he’s just done.

Yeahhh awkward!butcher!Simon who is totally clueless about the art of seduction has been living rent-free in my head, and now I’m making him your problem too ��

[karaaeilish]

can you write billie with an obsession with always knowing what panties reader is wearing?😩

obsessed isn’t enough to describe the way her fingertips trembled as you lifted the fabric of your skirt. the way her eyes lit up with pure lust as she looked at all the lingerie sets she'd bought for you, already imagining how she'd rip them off you. the way she kept a pair of your panties in the glove compartment of her car. just a little reminder of who she belonged to.

billie always needed to know. every day, every hour, just slowly running her hand up your thigh, lifting your short skirt until a pair of pink lace thongs were revealed to her eyes.

she'd drag you into the restroom if she wanted more than just a look. even an empty hallway would do when she said 'i'd just like to look', ending with three thick fingers and her tongue working on your pussy.

distance during the tour was not a problem, her mood was spoiled if she woke up and there were still no photos in your chat. billie doesn't care if you were not at home or if it was inconvenient for you. you have to find a way to text or call, showing her your bare thighs and another set of underwear that she gave you.

if you're still at home? she'll tell you which injection to put the phone in, looking and guiding your hands under your panties.

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[earthsparked]

Seekers are weird birds head cannons my beloved

Do you know those gliding wingsuits? Imagine a human wearing one of those and gliding in a mountain range. Unfortunately, that area is considered deception territory, and one of the elite seeker trine is sent out to investigate. As soon as the human is spotted, however, any cohesive thoughts are out the window because they look like a seekerling. That is a baby seeker alone in the cold!! Where is it's trine?? Baby alone and cold?? Seekers are highly social and very protective of their young, so for them, it's instinct to take care of any seekerlings they can find (I'm imagining either Skywarp or Thundercracker as the yoinker). They bring the human back to hq, and Starscream is infuriated

SS: How. How do you confuse a human for a seekerling?!

SW: BUT look at how stinking CUTE it is?! *holds up human*

TC:...They are really cute, and so small...

SS *beating back the bird emotions because frag the human does look like a seekerling but almost cuter because soft and small*:...Fine. But you both are taking care of it!!

Poor human has just accepted their fate. But it's not actually that bad, all things considered. They get three extra friends to go flying with and get to hang with giant robots. The only problem is that they have three giant fighter jets posted up in their backyard (the human threatened to never go flying with the trine again if they didn't bring them back home).

That’s so cute 😭 I love the concept of wingsuiting! It’s really one of those purely human bad ideas that sound like it shouldn’t be done ever, but you see a video of it and…damn that’s cool.

Bird-Seekers and their new fledgling. Trying so hard to teach you to fly their way, but you can’t. You just know Starscream is going to make Shockwave make you a tiny jetpack or something. Jet powered hang glider.

…Or just teach you to fly in their alt modes. Then you come home one day and they’ve stolen a Eurofighter Typhoon for you and it’s just in your backyard. It’s a shame you weren’t born with wings, but you earned the sky. The trine is now a quartet.

Bonus point for them trying to feed you. And/or pushing you off cliffs to get you to fly. Because fledgling. And puffing up their armor and nesting on you. Defending you from anyone that’s not a Seeker.

Megatron unwisely walking into the Seekers quarters, which now resembles a giant nest filled with takeout containers: Starscream! Why isn’t your trine on patrol -

Megatron: gets treated to a three-Seeker chorus of broody velociraptor noises and afterburner engines screaming at him

[ooooo-mcyt]

Scar has SUCH a victim complex and we really should talk about it more.

In an average Scar pov of the Life Series, two things are basically guaranteed:

a.) Scar never does anything wrong. Any perceived wrongdoing on Scar's part is simply him being silly and goofy which people keep blowing it out of proportion. Or he really didn't mean to do anything wrong and people are just so paranoid and keep misinterpreting his good intentioned actions. Or he did something bad but it wasn't his idea and some outside force made him and it wasn't that big a deal anyways when you think about it.

b.) Everyone's out to get Scar. People wrongfully don't trust him because they're just blind to his inherent trustworthiness. People are always shooting down his brilliant plans because they hate fun or are just mean. People take advantage of him when he's never done anything wrong to them (if you think he has done anything wrong, see point a). People betray him so much, him, the silliest funnest most trustworthy teammate who only wants friendship.

Now, a lot of this is tactical on Scar's part, to give credit where credit is due! Scar is in fact very intelligent, and most of the time he knows what he's doing! A lot of time Scar plays innocent and dumb because playing innocent and dumb keeps working to get him what he wants and to keep him out of trouble. People buy into the facade with shocking ease. And the really clever thing is that even when people don't buy into the facade, there's no argument. Because it doesn't matter if Scar is as dumb and innocent as he pretends to be (he's not), people can't prove he doesn't believe what he says, so they don't waste energy arguing, and he gets away with a shocking amount because of it. Scar is incredible at playing with tactical facades and twisted narratives. So yes, a lot of Scar's "victim complex" is tactic, not necessarily a genuinely held belief on Scar's end.

That being said, I think sometimes Scar gets so caught up in his own false narratives that he starts to believe them, and I think Scar can be painfully, and ironically, blind to his own faults. When he says he felt abandoned and betrayed by everyone in Last Life, I believe he meant it, though I'd argue he actively pushed people away and was the reason nobody trusted him. When he says he treated Grian right and "built him a panda sanctuary" in Double Life, I think Scar actually means that, though it's factually incorrect. When he says he was "forced" to be alone in Secret Life, I'm sure he meant that too, though again I'd argue Scar had a very active role in self isolating.

While I think Scar is a very intelligent person who very much purposefully crafts narratives that benefit him, I also think Scar is a person who likes to live in those narratives, someone who uses his boundless imagination to integrate himself into the realities he builds so seamlessly that they start to feel real. I think this is a very efficient coping mechanism, in a lot of ways, for Scar to blame any genuine suffering he has entirely on outside persecution and minimize his own responsibility. It's comforting, if nothing else.

But this self imposed hand crafted victim complex doesn't actually help with the ways Scar really struggles the most. Scar consistently struggles with isolation, whether through literal distance from other players or simply emotional inability to connect. And unfortunately, most of it is a result of Scar's own behavior. Scar lies, Scar cheats, Scar pushes people away. Scar is the reason nobody trusts him. Scar is the one who consistently refuses to seek out companionship even when he needs it. This is an agonizingly fixable problem, but it's one Scar cannot see the solution to, because ironically his own cunning and creative mind has spun a web so thick it's trapped him inside, and he can't see past it to realize he has the way out!

Anyways sorry for rambling I'm just insane about Scar, he has such a brilliant mind and the tongue to back it up but his fatal flaw has always been in how his creative mind loses itself in its own false narratives until he cannot see the exit door five feet in front of him. He's sooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[masked-daydream]

DATE EVERYTHING! IMAGINES

House! Reader x Dateables

You are a House

Or more specifically THE Personification of the House of where various personified sentient objects and concepts live.

Some say it's quite weird that the place where said personified objects and concepts live is a personification itself. But you clearly don't care for others having opinions about you. Unless of course if those opinions where from some of the objects and concepts that are living inside you, which of course will make you very sad.

That's right! Even though you are the home itself none of the objects seem quite familiar with you. Infact you're a bit too shy to introduce yourself to others.

The only objects who seem to know you exist are Mayor Celia the Ceiling, Miss Florence the Floor and Mister Wallace. You have known these three since you we're constructed and you are kinda close with them.

Mayor Celia which she insists on you to only call her Celia is one of the few objects you sorta interact with on a daily basis. Infact she treats you as if you are the only one above her current position in the home.

Which kinda makes you a bit embarrassed since you clearly don't wanna be treated like an actual ruler or in Wallace's case a God.

Miss Celia always informs you on the daily occurrences inside you (the house). Even though you insist on her to not waste her precious time on you. Which she only deadpanned, looked at you straight in the eye and said,

"With all due respect, My Home. You are a part of my duties. Since you insist on being a recluse. You probably don't even know the changes and advancements happening to your subjects since you we're created."

Now that kinda hit a sore spot, since it is kinda true. You are so afraid of what the other objects think of you, that you have decided to only stay on the only spot of the house which no other objects can see you which is the rooftop. Even though that the entire part of the house is technically your designated spot. You look at the self-appointed mayor about to apologize as she immediately raises her hand.

"Do not apologize everytime we have this conversation, My Home. Now let me tell you on the happenings in the First Floor." She cuts you off.

You sigh as Mayor Celia talks about the what is happening inside the house. Mostly about what the objects are up to.

But then she mentions some things about the objects that are not quite positive.

Relationships broken, hard grudges, broken egos- it just a whole lot of negativity.

You immediately begin to get worry as you cut off Celia as she begins to explain on one of the objects toxic relationships begin to disturb other objects.

"Cel- I mean Miss Celia, what is going on? Are they all ok? Can it be fixed? Just what is going on?" Your voice cracks a bit as you begin to worry.

You know that some objects can have bad interactions with each other. Because of their purposes, which in time can be solved.

But as you hear Celia's Update you started to get worried.

A House filled with problems will no longer be called a home anymore.

The Mayor sighs, "I am trying to fix some physical problems as I can, My home. but unfortunately some of these arguments are something that the others need to fix by themselves psychologically and mentally."

You worry more. As The Mayor excuses herself, feeling her presence leave the rooftop to her place inside the house.

As much as you don't really have any idea in the happenings inside of you that doesn't mean you can't sense there is something wrong. After all of the objects live inside of you (physically).

You sigh looking forward watching the outside parts of yourself looking at every tree and the sky.

You wish you can fix some of the problems of your beloved objects. Feeling quite hopeless.

"At this rate everyone will start to hate both themselves and with others ....What should I do?" You talk to yourself feeling the cool breeze on your form as you watch some leaves fall towards your rooftop.

But then an idea struck you. As you let a leaf land on your hand as it gets blown by the wind.

You remember you can go to any part of the house and also leave without any of the objects noticing like a sudden breeze from the cold air.

Then you begin to doubt yourself. Again.

What if they hate me?! What if I'm just meddling on things that can be easily fixed?! What if-

Another leaf hits you in the face this time it's a bit bigger stopping you on your self-doubt. Then another idea struck you.

"Maybe I can help them. Just not directly...." You smile as you removed the leaf from your face. And you begin to execute your plan for peace.

"That way, Everyone can be happy."

You willed yourself to some parts of yourself which are the rooms in the house, where you sense the negativity.

Watching as some objects go on about their day.

You didn't mean to feel like a stalker but the problems will start to increase if you don't do something.

Then you willed yourself towards the Laundry room, knowing that their personifications living inside are not present inside.

Then finding a random cloth. As you begin to manifest some words into it and leaving it near some objects places.

Then you begin to do the same to the other rooms. Making sure that no other objects can see you.

As you begin to manifest some words of advice, encouragements etc. into various small but a bit noticable things. Then immediately leaving like a sudden breeze.

As you hope that your dearest personifications could read or follow or maybe learn from what you gave to them.

And as the sun begins to set you went back towards your place at the rooftop watching the world outside. As you wish for tomorrow the situations inside of you will get better.

I will probably make a part 2.

[zazaiafe2]

The power of sensory immersion for shifting

1) Why is sensory immersion so powerful?

Your brain doesn't really distinguish between an imagined and a real sensory experience

When you engage your senses (sight, sound, touch, smell...), you create .almost real signals.

This activates deep neural networks of immersion and facilitates letting go.

-> Sensory immersion helps to blur the line between CR and DR.

2) Do NOT force visualization

-> "I can't visualize" -> It's not a problem

Many shifters have noticed:

The more you FORCE the images, the more the analytical mind stays active.

The goal: let the sensations come naturally.

You don't need to perfectly "see" everything. You can:

- Feel-> Emotions, sensations.

- Hear -> Sounds from your DR.

- Imagine textures-> Your DR bed.

- Create ambiances.

3) Sensory profiles are different

We don't all have the same dominant sense. Find your strength:

- Olfactory : Imagined smells (perfume, rain, food)

- Auditory : Music from your DR, background sounds (cafes, forest, city, rain…)

- Visual: Blurred decors, dominant colors, symbols, your DR room

- Tactile: Skin sensations (wind, sheets, fabrics…)

- Gustatory: Taste of what you eat there

-> Identify which senses are easiest to invoke for you. Start with them.

For example, you can listen to this ambient sound if you shift to Hogwarts.

4) Scientific help, the role of the Default Mode Network

Your brain has a network that calms down when you immerse yourself sensorially.

This reduces internal dialogue and the "critical mind" that often blocks you.

-> The less your mind analyzes, the more your unconscious takes over, and ego identification decreases.

5) How to let images and sounds come without forcing

1) Breathe slowly .

2) Allow yourself to be blurry.

3) Start with small simple scenes.

4) Observe rather than actively create.

5) Don't look for "perfection", just try to "feel".

-> The more you let go, the more details come by themselves.

You can do a short meditation beforehand to relax and help you be in the present moment.

6) The importance of ASC (Altered States of Consciousness)

Immersion is facilitated in ASC (hypnagogic state, deep relaxation, light trance, it's not mandatory but seems to make things easier).

You can:

- Practice before sleep.

-Do gentle meditation .

- Use appropriate binaural sounds .

-> The altered state allows the analytical mind to disconnect and facilitates fusion with your DR.

Just after meditation you can put a subliminal or alpha waves for example

Julia method link

There are even subliminals that mix theta wave, affirmations and Sound atmosphere.

7) Practical examples according to your profile and what you prefer

- Auditory: Playlist of your DR during preparation

- Visual: Very simple scenes (just a dominant color at first, then an object where you are, and a room if you can)

- Tactile: Feel the sheet of your DR bed, the warmth of the sun, the texture of your DR pajamas

- Gustatory: Imagine tasting your DR breakfast

- Emotional: Feel the emotions you will have in your DR

-> The more you rely on YOUR strong channel, the more stable immersion becomes.

Examples of what people who shift on command can use

8) Do not try to control when the shift happens

-> Sensory immersion is a springboard.

The shift often triggers when you are immersed without trying to control the moment.

- Have fun "visiting" before "leaving."

- Release tension about the result.

- Obsession with the result blocks(Or at least decrease the chances); curiosity opens.

Even if you have trouble visualizing, you can rely on other things or your other senses.

9) What we learn from those who shift on command

Many report that this kind of non-forced immersion is key.

It's a balance:

->Sensory engagement + letting go = smoother shift.

Conclusion :Sensory immersion: a powerful tool, accessible to all.

No matter your profile.

You don't need to "visualize perfectly" .

You only need to play with your senses, let the experience build gently.

Remember: your brain is made for this.

[sunny-knight]

CAINE IN EPISODE 5

Day 1 thoughts of ep 5 that are very subject to change

Im going to refrain from talking too much about things not involving Caine, as Im currently working on a slideshow to explain all my thoughts on EVERYTHING, especially Jax and Pomni stuff because thats like….why is Jax acting like that- I feel like we missed some character development- what is going on???

BUT YEAH THATS NOT WHAT I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RIGHT NOW

I first need to acknowledge how Caine is acting??? because NO ONE ELSE IS?????????? (Like, in the show)

Caine felt incredibly out of character during this episode- is that just me? Not in a writing flaw way, but in a “oh god he’s BREAKING” way. He has good intentions, but BY GOD him threatening Zooble made me recoil, dude are you okay 😭 that was incredibly jarring like- jesus.

He just has one hell of a temper, is genuinely out cold during the baseball adventure, and is a lot more- scarily nonsensical. Like before he was chaotic, sure, but it still felt like he knew what he was doing/had everything, including himself, semi under control. In this it feels like he is just falling apart at the seams.

The temper thing I will get into more later, but on the being out cold part of the baseball thing, is we’ve acknowledged several times that Caine doesnt need to eat, doesnt need to sleep, he’s a machine, he SHOULDN’T be doing that. The way he acted when he woke up is the part that concerns me, since I could totally expect him to like pretend to sleep for a bit, but nah he was ZONKING😭😭

It feels like the more tired he is the more effort he’s going to put in and over exert himself (me too, brother, me too)

I expected that, I expected the getting more nonsensical, what I DIDN’T expect, what I DON’T understand, is the temper and the savior complex???

my buddy @starrysquire had something to say about his temper that I think is GENIUS and absolutely something to start with when explaining the temper, though.

To expand on it a bit more and segway into some savior complex things, Caine wants others to be happy, sure but HE wants to be the ones to make them happy, because if he’s not, then he sees himself as disposable. I think thats the main thing we can take away from this episode. His entire conversation with the moon threw me for a loop because I did not expect this to be that direct. “They like the suggestion box adventures more than the ME adventures.” Them being happy is a BAD THING. WHAT.

Caine is dealing with feelings he’s probably never felt before because we can assume he’s never had his purpose come into question this strongly before, ONG!!!

The temper and the savior thing seem to be going hand in hand in that way, since all the issues that come with wanting to be THE ONE to make others happy (for machine purposes on his end) comes with a lot of struggle, therefore a lot of lashing out.

Im still very curious however on what spectrum of emotion he’s incapable of feeling, since tiredness is something we saw from the baseball game. I would have speculated before it was GENUINE rage but ep 3 already put that into question, and now 5 proves me ABSOLUTELY wrong. Maybe… sadness? I don’t think we’ve ever seen him genuinely sad before…. which is actually kind of scary 😭

We’ve seen him stressed, mad, tired, but not sad

….I cant imagine that helps with the temper problems- if you can’t be sad ABOUT something, you’re going to be mad AT someone

But onto the things that make me feel gaslighted district

Zooble severely underreacted to being threatened like that- and im just left kind of confused. Like they say the only thing holding him back is the fact that he likes them, and they wouldnt push it, but- but theyre pushing it?? a lot??? im so confused 😭 I dont even have an analysis on that

What I DO have analysis on though is JAX and his relation to Caine

Jax’ subtle yet not subtle reaction to realizing Caine may have lied about what he can do, makes me INCREDIBLY intrigued, honestly Jax and Caines interactions in this entire episode have me thinking I was right about their relationship/dynamic being something of interest later in the show.

A lot of people complain, but whenever Jax specifically does, Caine is always quick to pop in and explain to him why whats happening is happening. Specifically in the democracy, and voting Zooble to turn into a slug bits. Then when Caine comments on Jax’ acting- It just feels like it’s leading up to something. What also doesn’t help their case is how both of their stances on adventures seem practically identical. How can Caine tell a compelling story without horrific things? How can Jax have FUN without horrific things???

Since Jax and Pomni seem to be getting closer, I have a feeling this is leading up to Jax informing her/the audience about some of the shit he does behind the scenes, because all of this leads me to believe he works with Caine on a more personal level. I dont think their like- partners in crime, but more rather Jax taking as much control as possible. Like if he doesn’t have control, he’ll find ways to control the person who does. But THEN I feel like that’d be leading to Jax slowly finding out through the punishment thing in episode 4, and the vegan thing in ep 5, that Caine still has the upper hand in every way.

Which, as all good things do, leads me to the best place imaginable the INTERMISSION SEQUENCE

That…like a lot of the episode less intrigued and more confused me which I didnt particularly like, I still prefer the last episodes to this one if im being so honest…but the intermission sequence was probably one of the best things ive ever seen in my entire life…

I feel it has SO much symbolism, which I wont put my specific thoughts about here just yet, thatll be saved for my slideshow, but the sequence AS A WHOLE is incredible in conveying the fact that Caine has everyone under his control to a SCARY degree. Like we all already knew this, but I feel like this just hammered it home- it feels like a nicer version of the fucking Happy Place sequence where he’s torturing everybody. Caine isnt torturing everyone, but he’s still demonstrating the POWER yknow?

But basically my thoughts and feelings summed up into one sentence

This is Papyrus 2015 all over again.

[bewbin]

Visualization within the mind can be a great tool in problem solving. you must imagine all the Horrors that are coming at you being pushed away by a great light emanating from your soul but if that doesn't do it for you. you can imagine like a dragon which is wearing like a mech suit, like a dragon mech suit, missile pods and shit, on top and like, turret cannons that humans are inside and then that's the metaphorical you that's fighting away the demons and stuff and if you think about it like that that's sick as fuck

[tobiasdrake]

'ello again! what do you think of the universe six girls?

For all the myriad problems I have with Dragon Ball Super, I could never truly hate it because it finally answered a grave injustice.

Ever since Dragon Ball GT didn't let Pan go Super, this had been a point of contention in the Dragon Ball fandom. Why can't we have Super Saiyan ladies? Where the Super Saiyan ladies at? GT gave us not one but two new Saiyan girls, Bra and Pan, and didn't let either of them transform.

At a time when Super Saiyan has been so thoroughly trivialized that Goten and Trunks could transform at 7, Pan and Bra just... don't get to. At all.

Akira Toriyama is not responsible for this. He didn't make GT. But he did throw some fuel on the fire when he said he couldn't even conceive of what a female Super Saiyan would look like. Which is. Uh. Kind of. A dumb thing to say.

It would look like a woman with Super Saiyan eyes and hair.

Was that really so hard to imagine? Did we really need to rack our brains to come up with a design like this?

Suffice it to say, this was a long time coming.

The main thing holding Caulifla and Kale back is that they are, ultimately, minor antagonists from another universe here to compete in a tournament. The structure of the Tournament of Power means that we don't get to keep them. At the end of this arc, they'll go home to their universe and we'll never speak of them again.

This is all the time they're going to have. And for something that's been asked of Dragon Ball for decades, that sucks.

But at least they got to chew a lot of scenery while they were here. Toriyama didn't just give us a female Super Saiyan. He didn't even jjust give us two. Before his reimagining of Broly for the DBS film, he gave us this reimagining of Broly.

Which was absolutely a "hype through the fucking roof" reveal. Fuck you, she can turn into a musclebound goliath with biceps bigger than your torso if she wants to!

And he let them fuse!

Just running down a checklist of cool shit we aren't allowed to see women do in Dragon Ball. You get a Super Saiyan form! You get a Broly form! Videl gets a Super Saiyan form!

Which nobody talks about but that is absolutely a thing that happened??? Pan went Super Saiyan in the womb and Videl channeled it. What the fuck? It's such a shame that the series is so aggressively disinterested in Videl that they just refused to ever address this moment. It had no ramifications for either Videl or Pan, neither of whom have transformed since, because they're just accessories for Gohan and Piccolo to wear.

But I digress.

Caulifla. Kale. Videl somehow. Amy Rose. Women finally get to be Super Saiyans now and it's great. Those two are the best part of the Tournament of Power and it's such a shame that we don't get to keep them.

[dominimoonbeam]

The Truth in Your Skin - 15

the tattoo au! look, i did a fluffy flirty smutty chapter! how weird. no one cried or died.

fic from the start.

tags: smut, piercing on piercing sex, car flirting, everything is great look no problems and definitely nothing terrible and traumatizing on the horizon

The Truth in Your Skin - 15

Darlin looked out the window at the stretch of woods the road cut through. The engine of the classic car rumbled and sunlight winked through the tall trees.

“Thanks for letting me drive,” David said.

Darlin smiled and looked at him there, in their driver’s seat. They couldn’t explain why, but they liked him driving their car. They’d been proud of this car when they bought it a decade ago and it had become the only consistent home they had. They’d packed their life into this car on good moves and bad ones. They’d lived in this car when they had to and used it to escape when they needed to.

“No problem.” They’d never actually let anyone else drive it until David asked if he could. And it had been so easy to toss him the keys. They’d given him rides before and taken rides from him. It was impossible not to notice the way he didn’t budge until everyone was buckled and how tense he got when he was in the passenger seat.

They were all meeting up for one of Huxley’s out of town games but David had suggested they go the night before and make a weekend out of it. Which meant just the two of them and a hotel room. It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent the night together. Asher had practically, unofficially, moved in with Huxley the past couple weeks with how much he was over there and Darlin crashed at David’s at least half the time. They didn’t always mess around, though. Sometimes they just made out, but when they did more it was so far exclusively oral and hand stuff.

“So, what’s up with the duck?”

Darlin blinked at the rubber duck taped to their dashboard. “Who? Llewellyn?”

He looked at them and then back at the road, slowly grinning. “That is not it’s name,” he said in disbelief.

“Don’t disrespect Llewellyn. He’s my oldest friend,” Darlin countered, trying not to smirk.

David snorted. “My apologies.” He took one hand off the wheel, shifting gears and then settling his hand on Darlin’s thigh.

They touched his arm, thumbing the lines of his tattoo and looking at the big peony there, soft despite all the heavy linework around it, maybe softer because of it. It matched the ones he’d put on their side with wisps of black like watercolor to make the other work on their body–the ones they’d done. It had only recently finished healing. Sometimes they stood in the bathroom and just looked at it–at themselves–in a way they hadn’t in years. They’d avoided their own reflection after…that night. They hadn’t thought about it until they started looking again–hadn’t thought about how quick they were to get away from the mirror in the mornings. But now they were looking again and it felt like remembering themself–who they’d been before and who they were now.

Darlin tongued the scar tissue in their lip and watched David drive, loving the small flex of his fingers against their thigh, imagining him holding on without the denim between them.

Maybe a weekend alone was a really good idea.

“I like your car,” David said, like he’d been withholding the verdict until now.

Darlin grinned. “Of course, you do. If you want…we can pull over and I can show you the backseat.”

His hand flexed again and his gaze cut sideways to them, mouth quirking in that doubt filled amusement. “Yeah, right.”

“I mean, it would be a tight fit…back there…” they continued, smiling, not sure if they were trying to rile him or themself. “But I think we could do it. You might have to squeeze in…”

He laughed. “Fuck… Is this what I’m in for for the next hour?”

“You could avoid the trouble and pull over… There’s a rest stop up here somewhere, right?”

“I’m not fucking you in a rest stop.”

Darlin grinned. “I mean… I could fuck myself and you could just watch if that’s what you want…” Yeah, this was going to be the next hour of his life.

David groaned and shifted a little in his seat. “You’re a menace.”

“Just to you.”

He shook his head, still watching the road. “No. You’re going to get yourself all bothered and then you’ll be horny and grumpy for forty minutes.”

“What’s going to happen after forty minutes?”

David tried not to grin–probably tried not to take the bait. “We’ll get to the hotel and I’ll haul your ass up to the room.”

Darlin nodded thoughtfully. “And then what?”

“Knock it off.”

“I’m just asking.”

“You know what you’re doing.”

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Milo opened the shop that morning for an early booking Sweetheart had. There were plenty of times when he was the only one there to finish up something or take a client on a day off, but it was different when David was out of town.

He took a couple walk-ins while Sweetheart worked on an arm piece, the needle buzzing under the music.

He was glad David and Darlin had decided to go early and stay an extra night just the two of them. They’d been more than friends the last couple weeks and it felt like something had just clicked into place. And whatever had been going on between Asher and Hux had smoothed out too. It felt…good. Great, even. And that made Milo anxious, because shit never just went great without the other shoe dropping.

There was no way he was going to let anything fuck things up for his friends.

He sat in Asher’s chair, reclined and staring at the ceiling while he listened to Sweets make small talk with their client in the other room. He pulled out his phone, smiling when David sent him a text to let him know they’d arrived. David was always the one telling the rest of them to text when they got home, or made it wherever they were going. It was good to see him be the one out there, needing to send updates.

Asher sent him a text to check in about their own plans to drive to the game tomorrow. He wanted to make sure they left on time. He had never been the one who cared about being on time before, but this was different. This mattered.

The buzz of the needle in the other room stopped and Milo heard the usual “that’s it” talk, the mirror and clean up. He rolled out of the chair and headed to the cashregister in the other room, hanging out there until the guy made his way out to beam about his new piece and pay. Milo was never surprised when a client loved Sweetheart’s work, but he always liked to hear about it. He walked the guy out and locked the door, flicking off the open lights.

“We’ve still got like an hour before that apartment viewing,” he called, hitting some of the lights on the way back into the studio.

Sweetheart was smiling when he leaned into the doorway of their workspace in that back room. They finished cleaning up, tossing their gloves with some paper towels into the bin. “You know, I never thought I’d end up with a boy scout,” they said.

Milo blinked, surprised by the title. “Excuse you? I’ve got more piercings below the waist than you have in your face.”

Sweetheart laughed but put their hands on their hips. “You open doors, fill the tank on my car, make sure I have water, and you hang out in the studio when I have a client I don’t know and there’s not going to be anyone else here.”

Milo’s smile slipped, surprised to realize they were right. He stood up straight from the doorway. “Huh. I guess I just… I mean, it’s not like I don’t know you can take care of yourself…”

Sweetheart nodded, stepping closer. “I know.”

He reached out, touching their hand on their hip, pulling them even closer. He didn’t really like leaving anyone alone in the studio but he definitely wouldn’t leave Sweets there. If he knew they had an appointment and no one else was going to be there, he’d make up a reason to be. “I just don’t want you to have to, you know?”

They nodded again. “I know.” They smiled like they were trying not to, arms sliding around his waist. “What next? Tell me to eat a balanced breakfast? Want me to wear underwear too?”

Milo laughed, shaking his head even before he recovered from the shock of what they said. “No. Never that.” He curled a couple fingers into the waistband of their pants, feeling soft skin and suddenly greedy for more.

Sweetheart pressed in closer, their chest against his and their head tipped back. They looked at him and he already knew what they were thinking. They were alone in the studio and they had an hour before they needed to be anywhere… “I bet you locked the door already.”

He hummed, letting them push him into backward steps.

Their hands went to his belt, tugging at it once before his back hit the wall and their fingers were flicking it loose of the buckle. “Tell me what to do, Greer,” they whispered, excitement bright in their eyes.

Milo shivered when they set the game. He curled a hand around the back of their neck and pulled them into a hard kiss. When it broke they were breathing harder. He grinned. “On your knees.”

They moaned low in their throat, fingers still hooked into his open belt when they slid down. They pressed their face against his crotch, making him gasp when they nuzzled his bulge. “Fuck….”

“I want you,” Sweetheart whined.

His dick twitched. They switched rolls sometimes, depending on mood and company, but Milo always loved taking the lead. “Take it out.”

Sweetheart unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

He took deep breaths, shoulders back to the wall. Part of the game was not coming first. Oh, he wanted this blowjob, but he had no intention of ending things there. He was considering more than one surface in his line of sight to bend them over… His thoughts stuttered out when they wrapped a hand around him, thumb flicking piercings.

When he looked down his body to see them, they were staring at him, that wicked smirk in place. They wanted him to tell them what to do. Milo reached down and took hold of their hair, watching their eyes glaze and their mouth open in a gasp. “Tongue it…” he said, guiding their head to his cock and groaning when that tongue ring clicked against the bars in his cock. After a minute he nodded. “Fuck… Swallow it, babe… I want to feel that throat around me.”

They moaned, hands in their lap and body rocking up and down on their knees as they sucked him, taking him deeper and deeper.

His hand spasmed in their hair. “Yes… fuck….fuck… You’re so good.”

He arched a little, so close to the edge, so ready to just come. It took him forever to get to that point on his own and with new people, but it felt like Sweetheart could put him on the edge with a stare and a few words if they wanted to.

“Stop,” he said, while his hand in their hair stilled their head too. He slowly drew them off his dick, twitching at the loss of their mouth when he was still so hard.

They panted, looking up at him.

“Get up. Strip down.”

Their eyes grew, dark and excited as they shakily rose. He started unbuttoning his shirt. This was going to get messy and they still had that apartment viewing to get to…

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Is It Mine? 💌

Pairing: OJ Hayward x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Angst, fingering, riding, begging, not pulling out 👀

Word count: 2,250

(This imagine was inspired by this song I thought it was very OJ coded)

“My ears are sensitive,Tell me that it's Mine”

Oj has control issues, but not in the way you think. He doesn't control what you wear, such as skimpy outfits, when you're with his sister at bars. Even though he grunts in disapproval cause he secretly thinks about how he would have to beat a man ass if they hit on you. Still, he knows you can handle yourself, so he leaves the thought alone. He doesn't have control over feeling like he can’t lead in the relationship; you guys balance each other out. Oj is more hands-on and handles things quietly and effectively. You are more talkative and bubbly and handle things through words, but you also let Oj protect you because you trust him. So Oj isn’t controlling in that sense. Its when you to are stuck in a problem that's when he can't help himself he wants to control the situation he thinks silently keeping his thought to himself this bites him in the ass leaving him conflicted; he hates it when you don’t talk to him. Especially when you’re upset and you're trying to prove a point. He loves to hear your voice; it sounds like velvet to him. “So you're not gonna talk to me,” he said, his deep country voice was now raspy from not speaking to you all day. You stood in the kitchen putting up the dishes, the silence hung in the air along with the dishes clanking as you pretended you didn’t hear him. You knew what you were doing was wrong at Oj. You did not talk to him and ignored his presence; Your touch made him crave you. It wasn't kind, but you realized it. When you speak, but he doesn't listen. When you're quiet, he hears you loudly and clearly. “You can talk to Oscar, but not to me,” he said, his voice flat, bothered that you talked to Oscar about what’s bothering you, but him. He still refuses to see the point. You roll your eyes, your back is facing him, but you hear his footsteps get nearer. You sigh as you place the last dish in the cabinet. You turn around and look at Oj, you watch as his facial expression changes, his eyes had so much anticipation waiting for you to say your first words. You could tell he was putty in your hands in moments like these.

You brush past him as you walk to the bedroom, pretending to be doing something cause you know you would give in to OJ if you look at him for too long. You grab your clothes from your bed and start to fold them. As you fold the clothes, you feel arms wrapped around your waist. You feel his warmth as

He pulls you into him as you face away from him, your back meets his solid chest. He smells clean, but earthy. He tucks his face into your neck. “Talk to me,” he grumbles, his voice vibrating. Causing you to get lightheaded off of him, “I hate when you don’t talk to me”, he grumbled. “I’m sorry”, he said, removing his face from my neck, his lips right to your ear. You could feel his lips brush up against your skin. “I’m sorry I should’ve talked to you about this.” Hearing those words hit your ears caused a vibration down your body, and chills to arise on your skin. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you said, with your voice holding some tension to it. You could feel OJ's body loosen as he heard your voice in his ears. “I’ve been having those dreams since he died” said OJ “Ever since my dad died, it's been the same dreams, and I wake up at the same time every night. I don’t wanna startle you, so I sometimes sit on the porch or on the couch to clear my head”. You shook your head in amazement. That was one of your problems with OJ. You two have now been dating for a whole year and a half. He still has problems opening up to you after everything you guys have been through, from dealing with his dad's passing away, to coping with the freaky alien looming over the ranch and his town, which he and his sister defeated. He does not know how to open up to you.

“OJ,” you said, “I can’t be here for you if you don’t let me,” you said, his arms tightened around you. I know he said as he placed a kiss on your neck. “Sometimes,” he pauses before he speaks. “ I forget how much of you belongs to me and how much of me belongs to you.” You start to soften, thinking how could you forget this when your whole world has revolved around him. His bat shit crazy Sister since you met him. “tell me” he said as he placed a kiss on your neck “tell me that your mine” he said “I just need to hear it” he said as his calloused fingers moved on your stomach soothingly in circle. You shook your head no; you were upset with him. “Say it”, he said as his teeth grazed your neck, his hands lowered into the front of your shorts. You wore a tank top and shorts, and your curls, usually free, are pulled back in a low bun. “Oj please,” you let out a beg, knowing that he was going to win this battle. Your legs are already feeling weak. “My ears are sensitive say it” he said his voice deep as he started to rub your clit slowly. “Ahh”, you gasped, your body reacting immediately.

No matter how mad you were at him, your body always gave in easily. You shook your head no again, brain fuzzy, you knew in your heart you were too deep to be anybody else’s. Before you knew it, he had you in front of the mirror. “Say it” he said grunting his voice rugged, his muscles flexed as the wrapped around you, his dark skin glistening from the sun bouncing on his arms as he rubbed your clit now forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your mouth hung open as you moaned, focusing on the sensation. His big brown eyes look at you, soaking all of you in. “I love you say it” he said again before he started to to kiss your neck and sucking on the skin making it sensitive he held you in place with his one arm while his other hand rubbbed on your wet clit my knees buckling from the feeling. loud moans escaped my mouth as I got lost in the feeling, flinging my head back. I felt my shorts being pulled down, leaving me bare to the mirror. OJ teeth bit down on my neck harder, causing me to yelp. He was driving you crazy, your mind, your body. “Yes, you bit out of yours”, you said, as his fingers entered you, your hands went to grab his arm. As he inserted his two fingers into you, you could hear the wetness. As he entered you, he curved his fingers to hit your spot, causing your hips to buckle. You were losing everything about yourself, coming undone in his arms. “OJ, yes, it’s yours, please,” you said as he sped up his fingers. “Say you love me,” he said, quickly pushing his fingers into you. Your body loved his fingers, but it craved more. “I love you,” you said, feeling the pleasure in your body, dragging out the words on your tongue as he swirls his tongue on your neck, you already know you're gonna have a hickey like no other tmrw. You could feel your legs start to shake. You were coming undone, you could see yourself in the mirror in his arms, you were putty.

Oj knew this feeling he possessed when it came to you; it was instinctual, soft, primal, something he's only ever seen him have for you, and it did something to him. Watching him drill his fingers into you, hearing the sound of your wetness, feeling the room as well as his breath hitting your neck, watching your reflection, your skin becomes flushed. At the same time, your legs shake, you thought no one else could have me like this, no one. “Take your clothes off”, you said, causing Oj to look up with his big brown eyes, which were now lowered. “I can’t stand up anymore”. Oj released you out of his grasp, his fingers left inside of you, needing something more. You turn to watch Oj, who was shirtless, remove his sweatpants and underwear in a hurry. “Sit in the chair”, you said sternly. He took you out of your panties and shorts. All you had left was your tank top as you were going to remove it said “no leave it” on he said, licking his lips as he looked at your nipples that were hard poking through your shirt you giggled “that’s very sadistic of you”. This caused Oj to smirk. Yo u climbed on top of him you grabbed his hard dick causing him to moan to align it as you sit down on it both of you let out Moans and unit and from the satisfaction you enjoy the fullness of him every time, and he enjoyed being wrapped around the tightness of witness of you you slowly began to grind your hips. OJ was looking in the mirror, probably watching your hips and your ass moving on him look at me you said your voice raspy his eyes, leaving the mirror slowly to look at you his head tilted back is it mine you said OJ eyes darkens his hands, went to your hips say it you said, as she began to speed up places in your hand behind the chair, isn’t mine you said, your cunt was now moving up and down on his dick causing him to moan the wetness of you was now pooling around the both of you his hands tightens on your waist yes he said always he grunted as he watch your titties bounce in your frail tank top his eyes looking at your nipples you knew what he was gonna do you snaked you hand in his hair causing him to moan you speed up your rythm going up and down on him all you could hear was the sounds of wetness and skin slapping together his leans he head toward his mouth inches away from your chest you tug his head causing him to grunt and look into his eyes you could tell he was coming undone “tell me you love me you said speeding up” you could feel Oj warmth inside of you throbbing causing him to moan you could see he was coming undone to and you loved it. “I love you”

he said his voice deeper then ever he said as he went to go lick you nipples through your tank top cause you to gasp from pleasure oh this man is sick you thought he wants me so bad his tounge teases your nipple covered by your shirt you could feel the wetness form on the tank top he grabs your bobs as you kept bouncing. Going back and forth between your nipples, his teeth grazed your nipples, the feeling causing you to gasp as it shot right to you. You kept bouncing, getting lost in the sense of euphoria as he licked and massaged your chest. Your eyes closed, feeling yourself beginning to arrive. Your eyes snapped open to the sound of ripped fabric. You looked down to see that OJ had ripped your tank top. “OJ,” you gasped as his lips were now grazing your nipples freely. Your tank top was now shredded around your hips. OJ wrapped his arms around your waist. “I love you,” he moaned on your nipples, causing you to gasp. As he tightens his hold, his pace speeds up as he pushes his hips up into you, causing you to gasp. “OJ”, you moan again, your chest bouncing as you throw your head back as he snaps his hips more aggressively. You can fill your core tighten. You could fill the throbbing side of you as you clenched around him. You are so close, your bones get your mouth effortlessly thrown back.

“OJ, OJ”, you repeat it. You can feel yourself blowing up your leg, where you are now shaking as you cross your toes. You gasped in shock, your body moving as your hips were now slapping together. He was grunting in agreement. You found yourself starting to release all over him as your wetness dripped from in between your thighs, now on his legs, he wouldn’t deeply on your chest, holding your body completely still as he came as well. You can feel his warmth entering inside of you as he released his his body becoming stiff as he place soft kisses on your stomach, he arms locked around your waist holding you closely as both of you came down from that high you just had as you look down he was still inside you but you could see the dripping from inside you. Your body is now relaxed, and your voice is tired. “Where are you gonna need to get a plan B?” Oj chuckled as he helped you off him; your legs were jelly as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up.

[deathladyofdusk]

Imagine the political showdown between Nesta as High Lady of Dusk and Rhys, High Lord of Night. Rhys may lose one of his cities, depending on where the border of Dusk is drawn. He will certainly lose land, likely Illyria, which I theorize because of its location and Nesta’s matehood to Cassian.

SJM also made sure to introduce young Illyrian Balthazar, who by all accounts is a smart male interested in politics and seems to be a feminist (and by all accounts I mean the small glimpse we see). Nesta is going to need more allies, and she may not be able to rely on Cassian as she discovers Dusk/takes Illyria.

This poses questions that we don’t know the answer to. What does reawakening a court entail? What original land did Dusk occupy? Will all original land become Dusk again?

I know a lot of people theorize that the island is Dusk, but it’s important to remember that Dusk may have encompassed more than that. And the maps of the current Night Court shows how outlandishly larger it is than other courts. Rhys has also made comments about how the island doesn’t belong to them and is often shown to be at odds with Ilyria.

Regardless, Rhys stands to lose military power, which puts him in a weaker position. So what happens next? Does Nesta and Cassian lead an Illyrian uprising together? Does Illyria rebel on its own? Is there a war?

And then there’s what happens after Dusk is established:

Now you’ve got an even amount of courts. Who knows how all eight of them will make decisions, but that means other courts will want to have some kind of a relationship with Nesta.

Now Nesta never has to listen to Rhys again. And Rhys isn’t an idiot. He knows he has made her angry and has seen her trauma. He wasn’t able to control her power before she returned some of it. As High Lady of Dusk, she will be more powerful. Can he withstand that? If they fight, does he believe he can win?

Now Nesta has land for whoever becomes a part of her court. I’m guessing Valkyries and Illyrians but who knows who else. That’s a lot of people to feed, trade negotiations to create, infrastructure to build, military operations to put in place. The Night Court is a physical divider between Illyria and the rest of the courts, but the island is ideal for establishing trade routes (and winnowing probably solves some problems).

Anyway, say what you will about Nesta and Rhys but they’re both sharply intelligent people. I would love to see more acerbic fighting between them with Feyre and Cassian on the sidelines. And I need to see Cassian actually stand by his mate!

[cakeandpudding1]

Hey can you do Loki × reader where Loki had been shape shifting himself into cute animals and got the attention of reader who found him super cute and took him with her and he soon caught feelings?

Sure♥️ this is so cute. Loki is honestly such a cutie patootie guys

Pairings : Loki × Reader

You were out for a stroll and suddenly came across a super cute animal. Unbeknownst to you, this adorable creature was actually Loki who you coincidentally stumbled upon. Great, you took him with you after deluding yourself into believing you couldn't just leave him there so that's that. He was certain he'd find a way to sneak off, but later realized he had caught feelings.

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Softie🐇

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"Where might lord Loki be?"

"I was sure he was here a while ago! Lord Odin won't be pleased about this..."

A few servants came, tasked to look for none other than Loki. He was far from interested though. how many times do they have to hold meetings for? Can't they just make a group chat or something? That would be less of a hassle, they just have to make it fancy.

Sneaking off from an important meeting and possibly a few duties to take care off, Loki was more interested in having some fun. What better way than to explore a bit? Maybe eavesdropping for some gossip from other deities about the most recent affairs and cheating scandals happening, ooor maybe stalking Brunhilde for a bit. Both sound evenly tempting.

He hadn't visited Brunhilde in a while, so why not?

After looking around to make sure the previous servants had left, he made his way to where he'd usually find her, in the garden, reminiscing about the time she played around with the other Valkyries. All the while oblivious (maybe) to Loki who had been watching her. Oh, Göll was there too. Yes, she noticed Loki there, but couldn't really bring it up because of his intense stare.

During his time eavesdropping on Brunhilde, he had heard her talk about things she found interest in. One of which were some plants that could be found in the human realm. But, since she was a Valkyrie, she'd need a good reason and special approval to visit earth. (I didn't research about this, srry)

Loki didn't waste a second to run off with his newfound knowledge. Boy was he ecstatic! Imagine Brunhilde's expression when he brings her these delicacies just for her! That's what he thought atleast, so off he went. It wasn't his first time visiting the human realm, so that shouldn't really be a problem for him. That meeting he was supposed to attend? Screw that! He has more important matters to tend to.

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Loki was now down on earth scouting. Did he inform anyone? Nah.

He had taken many forms from birds to humans, hoping to find some info about the specific plant he was looking for. And after a bit of searching, he found them! But, they were from a little garden.

He transformed back into his original form, staring at the plants and making sure they were the exact ones, until—

"What was that?" The second that phrase was said, he immediately transformed back into a bunny, a last minute decision when he heard the door open. Stepping out of the door and into the garden was a woman, wearing a worn out big jumper paired with a shirt that had some outdated meme.

Did that matter? No. His mission was to bring back the plants to Brunhilde. That was the plan, yes, but he kind of gotten himself into something. "Aww, a bunny!" Before he got the chance to hop away as a ball of fluff, you raced him and took hold of him.

Great.

"So cute...let's give you a bath?" You walked further and further away from his jackpot, holding him and preparing a warm bath while he kept eyeing the door to the garden. His plans were quickly interrupted when you soaked him into the bath, gently washing him up with some soap and rinsing it off with some water. Okay, he appreciates that a bit, but he still had something to do— oh, okay you're feeding him now after drying him up. Maybe once that's done, you'll release him? Still no. You were petting him and playing with his ears.

It didn't seem like you were showing signs of releasing him. But he did scout a good while for those plants and you seemed to be the one who had them. Maybe you also had other plants that Brunhilde liked, yeah! Now he had a new plan.

Try to find more of the plants in your garden that Brunhilde liked, and when you don't notice, he'll sneak off and bring them to her. You might be wondering, why not just have servants get them instead? No, he wanted to prove himself. He wanted to bring the gift to her and brag about what he had to do to get it, and have her swoon over him.

That's his new plan.

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What he didn't expect from you was when you insisted on going everywhere with him, your sweet bunny. Dressing him up in bows, frilly dresses, a tie, a hat, it was weird. But, he can't really lie to himself and say he didn't enjoy it, because he eventually started warming up to you.

It started with petting him, cuddling him, talking to him, and being very affectionate. He really didn't understand how he felt about you. Not only that, but he still hasn't showed up in the divine realm where multiple servants were looking for him.

Now, he was cuddling with you on the plush bed, while you stared at him. There was something about your gaze, it was so full of love.

He was always looked up to, feared even. But one of the reasons he caught feelings for Brunhilde was because she treated him differently. But now, she's cold to him and barely even looks at him. It broke his heart when he realized his attempts at trying to get her to like him again were failing

And then, you came. You stared at him with so much care, so much affection, something he didn't know he'd been craving. Just from your actions towards him, the way you treated him, it made his heart flutter in a way it never did before.

And for a moment, he didn't think of Brunhilde, he didn't think of his duties and responsibilities. There was just you, your name engraved into his thoughts. And that's when he realized,

He caught feelings.

But there was a part of him. A part of him that was afraid of getting rejected and having his heart broken once again. And the other part of him couldn't help but fantasize what would happen if you did end up returning his feelings. Not only that, he also knew he couldn't just stay as a bunny. He'd have to reveal his true form somehow, and it made him a bit nervous thinking about your reaction. He had learned a lot after Brunhilde.

He DID end up revealing himself to you, unintentionally.

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It was a rainy night, and you had fallen asleep after tending to your chores and your garden. Loki made sure you were fast asleep before turning back into his god form, staring down at you. He wasn't tired, and he took a liking to watching you instead. He gently caressed your head, letting his mind wander. His curiousity got the best of him, and he decided to whisper a sweet "I love you" in your ear, his thumb brushing over your lip and tracing it.

This simple act resulted in you waking up, catching him. He was about to transform back, but you stopped him, holding his hand in place.

The look on your face already explained a lot for him, and he knew you were probably going to want him to leave after lying to you.

"Is that you, bunny?"

Those words, uttered so softly to him. Like a cloud for him to lay on and float in, gentle and comforting. He quickly snapped out of it, a very frantic look on his face.

"I-no...well, yes. But please listen to me! I didn't know how to tell you...! I swear it just happened—" His frantic words were spilling out, but you stopped him from explaining himself further. Your finger hovering over his lips while he was still panicking.

"Who are you exactly?" That tone held no hatred, no disappointment. It was still the same tone you used towards him when he was in his animal form, and it helped calm him down a little. He knew he couldn't lie to you, what he did was outright abnormal after all. So he let out a big sigh.

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After explaining to you everything, he expected you to be done with him. He prepared himself for you to get mad, but instead, he felt your hands cup his face. When I tell you this caught him SO off gaurd he didn't even notice the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's actually insane." You smiled at him, kneading his cheeks like dough. "You're not mad?" You shook your head no. "Should I be?" He didn't respond, and his dumbfounded expression made you giggle.

"Loki..." When he heard you say his name for the very first time, it just felt so right. It was like you were testing his name on your tongue, he felt like he was on cloud nine. His expressions were so cute, you really took a liking to him. So you leaned in, and pressed your lips against his cheek while he froze, eyes widening.

"I like your name very much. And you said you're a Norse god? This feels like a dream, I'm honored."

Despite knowing who he was, you still embraced him with warmth. Bringing your hand to his head and caressing him slowly, his face only flushing a brighter red. "Why did you decide to stay? I'm only a human. There's nothing special about me."

"You're wrong!" He was quick to talk back when you doubted yourself, because it wasn't true. You were so much more than just 'special', you were who he had been yearning for all along. How could you say that about yourself? "You're so much more than that, I know it." His gaze drifted downwards, obviously hurt by your own words. It was surprising to think that someone like him cared so much about you, it was cute. His reactions really brought a smile to your face, and so, you brought yourself closer to him.

Smooch

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What. Was. That. WHAT WAS THAT?? You? Him? Did you just- to him? You kissed his cheek?! You swore you could see smoke coming from his ears, while he stared at you like you just did something no other had ever done before. The silence was quite awkward, not that you really cared. He however was still shocked, unable to process what just happened.

And then, he jumped from where he was and his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Please, marry me!"

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Time had passed, and you were brought to the divine realm.

Tidying up your bed and staring out the window, you smile to yourself. You stare at the sky, seeing birds and different bird like creatures flying around and doing tasks. But that wasn't the reason you found comfort there.

The door opened, and you looked over your shoulder, already knowing who it was. Loki.

"Love, guess what I bought for you!"

You both finally sealed your relationship together, and he made it well known that the two of you were tightly together. Who would've thought?

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I love softie Loki