#''but my intentions!!!!'' your intentions don't matter when the result is you hurt someone or something. do better

[pa-pa-plasma]

Please tell me this is just a photoshoot (glancing at their instagram, it looks like it's not :/ ) because this is not what a toad's enclosure should look like. I'm not even kidding. Wild animals are not meant to live in a dollhouse. They should be living in something like this:

See how there's a small, filtered pond, one with a step out & the other a gradual slope, making it easy for them to choose to access it? How there's plants and soil & tons of hiding/camouflaging places? How there's reptile lamps to provide UV? How they're both bioactive?

In those two, there is moisture, which toads need, & because the enclosures are bioactive, probably springtails &/or isopods to clean up the terrarium & for the animal to eat. This, while maybe not the best examples, are what a terrarium should look like. Not a fucking dollhouse.

I also saw this on their account:

which is a photo of a toad sitting in a tub of beads, which better be completely glued tf down or else the toad could swallow any one of these set pieces.

& there's this

which is a video of their toad placed outside in an unnatural position, with a hat on its head.

Putting any kind of clothing on frogs or toads is bad for them as it causes stress & can mess with their eyes & skin. This particular hat isn't fabric & it seems to just be sitting on the toad's back, but still. There are other photos of these toads "wearing" fabric hats & being placed in situations they should not be in like under blankets, in an enclosure that is so subpar I cannot even begin to describe my anger here.

This is literally mistreatment of an animal. Straight up. For clout on instagram &, I guess, with huge disappointment, on tumblr, too.

I'm not familiar with toads so I can't tell their health or species, which the original poster on insta conveniently leaves out, but I can guarantee that this instagram account is

NOT CUTE

Stop giving shit like this attention. Stop assuming smaller animals can be messed with like this. They are not toys. If you want to make a dollhouse for your pet, get a domestic animal like a cat or a small dog or hell even a pigeon instead. Please do not do this with wild animals that need specialized care. If you want to see someone do a good terrarium, here's a recent video by SerpaDesign about cane toads. He's also posted about other species as well & I recommend checking them out & getting an idea for proper vivariums. Thank you. That is all.

This couple made their toad a cozy little house. Here he is in his living room.

His lovely vintage canope bed.

Taking a shower in his modern shower.

[dimplyowl]

Today I want to talk about intentions. A while ago I made a post about why Izzy's toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia doesn't give him a free pass to treat other people like shit and then not try to atone for that. A lot of the Izzy apologists I see seem to be of that opinion: that because we take into consideration Ed's past trauma when thinking how his actions have hurt the people we care about, we should give Izzy the same grace.

Well, I don't actually think we should, and I'm going to tell you why.

First, though, I want to say that this isn't about attacking people who enjoy characters who are pieces of shit. Please, by all means, enjoy your grubby little shitstain characters (I absolutely have some of my own that I love). This is about discussing why it's problematic to twist the canonical narrative to label Ed as abusive and Izzy as a victim.

And, in my opinion, it comes down to intentions.

"But dimplyowl," you say, "someone's intentions don't matter when the result is harmful to the people around them!" And I think, to a point, yes, that's true. People who hurt others through careless or reckless behavior need to bear the responsibility of their actions and own up to it (something that imo Izzy does not do). But I think there's also a distinction that needs to be made between people who hurt and control others because they take pleasure in feeling powerful over them, and those who don't.

If we take a look at Izzy's actions in season one and compare them to Ed's actions in season two, in my personal opinion, it becomes clear that one of these men is someone who has repeatedly taken pleasure in mistreating the people around him, both insubordinates and people that he claims to "have love for." And that man isn't the dread pyrate Blackbeard.

Does Ed enact violence on other people? Yes. Does he "love a good maim?" Also yes. Does he enjoy hurting people? Mm, debatable. The thing about Ed is that he has a complicated relationship with violence. To him, it's a tool to be utilized when necessary. I think he certainly gets a sense of vindictive pleasure when instructing Fang to skin the French captain or when the people at the French party descend into chaos and set themselves on fire. But, importantly, it's because those are people who wronged him. Those are people who hurt him, who dug at his race and his background and took pleasure in using those things to hurt him.

But Ed doesn't enjoy violence for violence's sake. There's always a reason, whether it's in reaction to being insulted, belittled, or threatened, or whether it's because it's literally just in the job description, he has a reason.

In season two, his reason for mistreating the crew is that he's trying to provoke them into mutinying on him. And, like, honestly, he does a pretty shitty job of it. Up until we rejoin them, his big crime is overworking them. The crew is tired emotionally and physically, but for the most part they're unharmed. They lost Ivan on a raid, but any one of them could die on a raid at any time, because it's literally just a hazard of the job. Not a single one of them is even considering mutiny at this point.

Ed hits his breaking point when Izzy suggests that they try and "talk it through," and imo completely understandably. It's his fault that the morale on the ship is low, is it? It's his fault because he was sad and heartbroken and vulnerable? It's his fault because he was healing in his own way, but that wasn't acceptable to Izzy at the time, but now because the ship isn't fun for Izzy anymore, because Izzy is on the verge of losing his position of power as Blackbeard's first mate, now is when Izzy decides that maybe talking it through might actually be helpful? Yeah, if I were Ed, I would fucking shoot him too.

But not once do we get any evidence that Ed is taking any pleasure in wearing down the crew. When he hits his breaking point, he is very clearly not having a good time. He realizes that if he wants this to end, he needs to up the ante. He hands Izzy a loaded gun and offers himself up as an easy target. Izzy laughs at his suicidal boss, friend, someone that he "has love for", and tells him to do it himself. He prolongs Ed's suffering. He puts the crew in even more danger. And even as Ed is trying to make the crew kill him, he doesn't touch them. By this point, we've seen this crew turn to mutiny twice, once because of Stede's ineptitude and once because of Izzy's abuse when he took over as captain. It shouldn't take much to get them to act, and yet it takes Ed threatening to get them all killed in a storm for them to finally act. Because up until that point, he's been unstable, he's been clearly going through a crisis, but he hasn't hurt them, he hasn't been abusive. He's clearly not enjoying any of this, he's going through some shit, he's hurting, and they love him, and until their lives are imminent danger, they're discussing how to help him.

If Ed wanted to hurt them, if he wanted to push them into mutiny sooner, there are so many things he could have done to terrorize them. Instead until the point he decides he can't live anymore, his only hope is that either he'll get killed in a raid, or he'll overwork them enough that they'll kill him themselves. This is not about abusing his crew, this is about abusing himself.

In contrast, when we look at Izzy's behavior throughout season one, we see someone who very clearly enjoys his position of power over other people, and who gets pleasure out of abusing that power. In 1x2, he sows distrust and uncertainty in Ivan and Fang about Ed's decision-making, telling them that he's half-mad, keeping Ed separate from the crew, and discouraging any questions by asserting himself physically over Fang. (He then claims in 1x4 to have reassured the crew when they've doubted Ed's leadership, when in fact he seems to be the cause of that doubt). In 1x3 he blatantly lies to Ed about having "explicitly" (his word) told Stede that "Blackbeard wants a word with him." He is practically gleeful when he passes on Stede's message to go suck eggs in hell, clearly expecting that to get a rise out of Ed, certainly to get him to drop his fascination with the Gentleman Pirate, and probably intending for Ed to attack Stede himself for disrespecting him.

In 1x4, he flip flops between caring that some of their crew died while fighting the Spanish to get Stede and his crew, and telling Ivan and Fang to kill anyone who refuses to fight the Spanish. Intending to fight the Spanish warships that have caught up with him is absolutely going to get everyone slaughtered, when there are other options. Ed actually advises anyone who can to leave, knowing that that's their only chance for survival, and similarly he tells the Revenge crew to surrender when cornered by the British. In 1x4, he clearly considers every death that would occur to be his responsibility when he tells Stede that being Blackbeard means that everyone's going to die, and it's going to be all his fault. Who's the one who actually cares about what happens to his crew here?

In 1x5 Izzy attempts to exert control over Lucius and punish him for, apparently, not working on his day off? Never mind that there are two other people in that room who are slacking off. Izzy targets Lucius, who is an effeminate unapologetically gay man, who Izzy clearly believes will be an easy target. He attempts to mock his sexuality (which actually winds up being more telling on himself), decides that it's his right to tell someone else's crew what to do at all, and attempts to use Lucius as an example to show the rest of Stede's crew that their "days of doing fuck-all are over", but then doesn't give jobs to the rest of the crew? He catches one of his own crew members fucking off with Lucius, and from what we can extrapolate, decides to only punish Lucius, because clearly Lucius as the "seductress" is to blame. He threatens to blackmail Lucius into obeying him, is visibly enjoying threatening him and manipulating him, and leaves like a pissy toddler when he doesn't get his way. And by "get his way", I mean successfully gains control over someone through threats and manipulation.

In 1x6, he once again decides that an effeminate gay man needs to be punished for his existence, but this time it's Stede he sets his sights on. He decides that he needs to take action only after hearing Ivan say that he's never seen Ed so open and available. Izzy can't have that, because he needs Ed to be dependent on Izzy, so that Izzy can continue to isolate Ed from the rest of the crew, can remain the only source of contact between Ed and the crew, and thereby easily control and manipulate both parties. He pressures Ed into finally acting on what he said he would do, belittling Stede and Ed's connection to Stede by referring to Stede as Ed's pet. (It is not an accidental choice that the writers will later have another antagonist refer to Stede as Ed's pet; it's deliberate mirroring to Izzy as an antagonist). He uses Stede's ego to manipulate him into insisting on putting on the fuckery so that they can get rid of Stede today--almost as if he knows that putting immediate pressure on Ed to act won't give him time to reconsider, to rethink, to back out, to maybe consider why Izzy is so adamant about this--and then uses Stede and Ed's relationship to further manipulate Stede into doubling down on doing the fuckery when he's doubting himself. And doing it in possibly the creepiest way possible?? Stede literally puts up a physical barrier between them, and Izzy pushes against that, actually literally pushes up against the curtain to push against the boundary that Stede has put up.

And then when it's clear Ed isn't going to kill Stede, Izzy decides that he's going to take that decision out of Ed's hands. He decides he knows better than Ed what's best for him, places more value in his own decisions than Ed's, essentially mutinies on Ed by disobeying him, and on Stede by challenging him to a duel. He clearly believes he's going to win, and easily, in the process forcing someone he again claims to "have love for" to watch as he destroys the only thing that's brought hope and life and light and enjoyment back into Ed's life. He's embarrassingly easily goaded into losing his temper, relishes the moment he thinks he's won, the moment he stabs Stede, loses his temper again when his sword is stuck. Canyonites love to talk about Ed having anger problems, but this episode clearly demonstrates who actually has the anger problem. He looks to Ed when he realizes he's lost, as if Ed is going to forgive him, let him stay, when he just tried to kill Ed's friend and (only in Izzy's mind at that point) lover.

Izzy then turns to the fucking cops to turn Stede in. He reinforces his belief that Ed isn't capable of making his own decisions when he refers to Stede as having "done something" to Ed's brain, as if Ed is a weak-willed, easily manipulated child. He sends Jack in because he knows that Jack will put a wedge between Ed and Stede, and hopefully to get Ed out of there before the navy shows up. He apparently doesn't consider the fact that Ed is the most wanted pirate in the world, and if Jack doesn't succeed, will be in life-threatening danger. But maybe he doesn't care about that, considering what he tells Ed later.

He arranges for Ed to be put into his custody. Like, I shouldn't have to say anything about that, because it's fucking disgusting. Like Ed is property to be handed over to Izzy. He tries to convince Ed that Stede's execution is actually a kindness, despite knowing what it will do to Ed. When that fails, he tries to convince Ed not to take the Act and sign the contract, but...isn't that what Izzy himself just did?

In 1x9 we get more of his control and manipulation over the crew. Taking away a week of Wee John's rations for making a comment about Izzy's terrible name for his ship, as he is actively eating in front of him. Making Ivan and Fang serve him, telling them his food needs more salt, and then not even eating more of it when they salt it? Fucking gross. That move is all about control.

And then 1x10, which I shouldn't even have to talk about, but the fucking horrible way he treats Ed apparently is still something that goes over some peoples' heads. Once again keeping him secluded from the crew, refusing to give them answers about what's going on, keeping them busy by literally spitting on their clean deck, when he could have just dumped the coffee out on it. Watching Ed grieve and bond with the crew, once again deciding for Ed that he knows what's best for him, interrupting his grieving process, telling him that what he's become is worse than death. Threatening him that if he doesn't return to the very specific image that Izzy says Blackbeard is, that Izzy will kill him. Later on his deathbed apology admitting that he knew that being Blackbeard was harmful to Ed, but that he kept pressing because Izzy needed him, needed Blackbeard in order to feel powerful, to keep the level of respect and fear that other people had for him.

All of this paints a picture of a person who enjoys feeling powerful, who enjoys using that power to hurt and abuse and control the people around him, who will do anything, even at the detriment of someone that he has "love for", to keep that power for himself. A person who takes pleasure in hurting people, physically and emotionally.

I see a lot of people trying to say that what Ed did was worse than what Izzy did. I personally don't think it was, when you add up the consistent way that Izzy mistreats every person around him. But I think that what's even more important in this discussion are the intentions behind the hurt.

Ed did everything he could not to harm his crew until it became evident that the only way he could be successful in getting them to kill him would be by giving them a very present, very real threat. And even then, the way he went about doing it was very distant. Making Jim and Archie fight each other. Sailing directly into a storm. Damaging the ship to make an already dangerous situation even more dangerous.

Izzy repeatedly enjoyed exerting his control and physical and emotional violence on other people. He displayed a pattern of believing himself to be the only person capable of making the right choices, of removing the agency from the people around him, specifically of removing Ed, a person of color's, agency. He hurt every single person around him, all for his own benefit, for his own gain.

Maybe it comes down to value systems, maybe intentions behind someone's behavior really don't matter to you, but I know that I am much more forgiving of someone who hurt me as a byproduct of hurting themselves than I am someone who knowingly, repeatedly hurts people because they enjoy it.

[touchlikethesun]

TW: sa. Hi! I hope it's okay to talk about it but about your tags in that post about SVSSS and SA being a recurring theme, I agree with a lot of it. I would say that even Bingge can be argued to be have some trauma since his first time was coerced. Someone pointed out Bingge could've become hypersexual as a result of that trauma and that it made me see the whole harem thing in a new light (but it doesn't make him innocent since he forced himself on a bunch of wives). It really is such a recurring theme it's hinted for Shen Jiu and for Su Xiyan and Binghe with the Old Palace Master. Su Xiyan's story is even the catalyst for Binghe's tragic backstory... You made a very good observation OP!

hey anon, yeah it's alright to talk about! i do appreciate you including a tw, but this is a topic i find really interesting, i actually opened my laptop back up to answer you lol

as for luo bingge, i didn't get into it in my tags bc… lowkey didn't expect ppl to read them lol (ty for doing so tho xx) and also he's quite a complicated case. we obviously can't say for certain since we see so little of him and what we do know is told to us thru multiple layers of unreliable narration, but i do think there is enough to suggest many of luo bingge's early sexual experiences were probably coerced or non-consensual, leading to trauma-induced hypersexual behavior. (edit: i am adding this parenthetical a few hours later after writing the rest of this and i didn't know how to fit it in otherwise so apologies, but i think it's worth pointing out that luo binghe - both bingmei and bingge, so i think we can consider it to be a core trait - do naturally have a much higher libido than most people. with bingmei we see how this causes issues for him in his relationship with shen qingqiu, but it's managed with kindness because sqq loves him and is patient enough to teach him boundaries and managed by binghe himself who loves and doesn't want to hurt sqq and who has been taught consent and respect from a younger age. when it comes to bingge, who lacks the sort of safe space provided by sqq and has no education in the matter, i think it's easy to see how he would have a much harder time understanding and managing his libido - again it isn't an excuse for SA, but this is just another convention of the genre that were it to be realised has horrible implications and consequences.)

but also, luo bingge lives in a world where healthy consensual sexual dynamics are so rarely modeled for him (the aforementioned coercive sex, but also constantly being gifted wives by other men, and the normalisation of rape in a world with sex pollen (sorry ik i already said that but like really it is so incredibly fucked up if you think about the implications of sex pollen in a real world)), and where he is being taught that the only way to be safe is to have physical power over others - of course we the reader know this is because it's being written as a venting male fantasy revenge story with a target audience of incels, but concretely this is bad for luo bingge's psyche, and you know, also leads him to do horrible things in retaliation and hurt and innombrable amount of people

and again, i don't know how much of this was really intentional on mxtx's part and how much i am reading into it, but svsss is about making one-dimensional smut novel characters into fully realised people and extrapolating out the implications for what it would mean for that world to be a real one. like, shanq qinghua and especially shen qingqiu have to learn that the people they live with are not as simple as they might have appeared on the screen of the webnovel. and part of the extrapolating, from my read of svsss, involves interrogating the ways characters have and have had their agency infringed upon in the original pidw and finding ways to return their agency to them in svsss. this is perhaps most clearly seen in the way all the "wife" characters in svsss are allowed to be their own people separate from binghe, with different passions and drives and again, agency to direct their own lives, contrary to sqq's expectations of them. however this also involves bringing to light just how pervasive and damaging the sexual violence in the original story really is, by showing the abuse that su xiyan suffered, by showing how binghe is negatively affected by xin mo and the other coercive elements of this world, by subverting expectations with shen jiu and showing how he was also a victim, and by making the only truly irredeemably evil character the old palace master, a disgusting old pervert and sexual harasser.

anyways yeah i think it's a really interesting aspect of svsss, and while i can understand why it might not be at the forefront of everyone's mind (good lord is it a BUMMER to think about), it would be a disservice to the narrative to forget it entirely.

[poetryandfluffycats]

madara + fem reader cockwarming at first then riding him Pleaseee rough or soft ur choice tysm 🫶🫶

A/N: i've had this one cooking for awhile... influx of mama fuckers in my inbox induced me into finally finishing it

Pairing: Madara Mikejima x fem!reader

Content: Its date night with Madara, and you decide you want to rile him up a bit. This is, well, this is the result of that

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, penetration sex(p in v), a very tiny amount of cockwarming, riding but only sort of because madara is lifting you up and down, use of slut whore & brat, slight daddy kink(one mention), handjobs, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, rough sex

Words: 3.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

"You're such a good little slut, dressing up so pretty for me"

Madaras hands were all over you the second you got home, pulling you into his lap and hiking your skirt up your thighs, palming you through the thin lace of your panties. You had planned this, of course. The tight black dress with the plunging neckline, the thigh high stockings held up by garters, the sheer lingerie that you could just see peeking out from under your skirt. All of it had been hand picked by you to drive your boyfriend crazy.

By the looks of it, your little plan had worked.

You moaned as his teeth found your neck, softly nibbling and sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin. Madara always tired to be as gentle as possible with you, claiming that he was worried he'd end up hurting you due to the size difference between the two of you. But you could feel the way his rock-hard cock twitched under you, like a spring ready to pop, and you could tell he was holding back.

"Mama~" You mewled, rocking your hips against his budge and earning a low groan from him. "Don't tease..."

He merely chuckled, using one of his large hands to spread your thighs apart, his fingers dipping under the fabric of your panties and brushing against your already dripping cunt. "Someone's excited" He cooed, rubbing soft circles on your clit as you squirmed in his lap. "What, did you think you could wear something like this without any consequences?"

"M-maybe-fuck-" Your words were cut of by a shuddered moan as he slipped a finger into your tight hole, pumping in and out at a lazy pace. "Do you like it?~" You looked up at him through your eyelashes, biting down on your bottom lip when he curled his finger inside you, brushing ever so slightly against that spot that made you see stars.

"Hm, you look like a dream. Like a princess all dressed up for her Daddy. You like making me feel this way, huh? You like driving me insane while we're in public?" Madaras free hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you in, gently rocking you over the strain of his pants as he continued to pump in and out.

In and out. In and out. In and out. Each time his fingers plunged inside you felt a mountain of fire shooting through your body and all you could do about it was follow his movements and cling onto his shoulders like a lifeline. In and out, over and over again.

God, it felt too good.

Madara could fuck you with just his fingers and you'd always be satisfied. The digits were all at least 4.5 inches in length and were each the thickness of two of your fingers pushed together. How he moved inside you so effortlessly and pleasurably was insane to you in everyway, and you choose to never question where he learnt those skills. Maybe somewhere along the way of his lifetime of woman before you he had picked up some skills, you weren't complaining no matter the case.

Emerald green eyes had a twinkle of mischief in them as they watched you intently, a predator stalking its prey and awaiting the prefect time to pounce was what it reminded you of. "I asked you a question, darl', don't ignore me now"

"God-yes! I love to, augh! M-make you feel good!"

Your eyes rolled backwards to meet your brain at the thought of just how much power he held over you. Being bigger, stronger, and in this moment much more intelligently in check than you, Madara could do anything he wanted to you and you wouldn't think twice. He could've had you any way he pleased, in the booth at the restaurant, the alley out the back, pulled over on the side of the road whilst his motorcycle was still roaring. Considering that you two had fucked on almost every surface in his apartment-and rather shamefully, some public bathrooms-you wouldn't have batted an eye. As long as you got to cum in the end you felt it was all worth it.

"Hmh, that's right. And what are you?" Madara cooed, pressing another thick finger into the sopping mess that was your cunt. Squelching noises coming from your hole accompanied his lust-filled tone. "C'mon baby, tell me what you are"

The tip of his index finger brushed harshly against your sweet spot, causing your back to arch and your vision to go blank with blissful goodness. "A slut! Your slut!" You could barely see through the haze in your eyes but you all but knew there would be a smirk on Madaras face. He was possessive as ever and loved nothing more than to hear you admit you belonged to him. It was a side to him that only came out during moments like this one.

"Damn right you are. All mine, aye? No one else gets to fuck this pussy like I do. You wanna cum? Fuck, I've hardly done anything yet and your soaked"

"'m sorry!" Your voice came out in shaky spurts, each word sounding more like a whine or a moan than an actual statement. "Please let me cum! Please, I've been good haven't I? Mama!"

The way you called his name with such pleasure made his head spin and his cock throb. All the friction from your bare cunt rubbing against his clothed crotch was becoming almost too much for him, he felt as if he might have came in his pants like a horny teenage boy at the rate you were going. Madara was a gentleman, he never liked to cum before you did, but selfishness was a strong emotion that was taking over his body along with his lust.

With a grin on his lips, he removed his fingers from you with a 'plop!' sound, bringing them to his grinning face and sucking the juices off of them. The taste was sweet to him, like cake or muffins baked by a loving grandmother. Prefect recipe for a sinful treat. You could've died at the feeling of sudden emptiness that filled your body now, having been so close to your release just to have it taken right out of the palm of your hand. You had half a mind to punch that smirk right off your boyfriends face.

"Fuck!" You hissed as you felt drips of your arousal falling down to stain both Madaras pants and the couch beneath you. "Why'd you do that!? I was so close!"

Madara let out a laugh, as if it were obvious and you were just a stupid idiot. You narrowed your eyes at him and he shook his head, wiping the extra juices still on his hand away on the edge of the couch. "That's not really how you wanna cum, is it? My cocks better than my fingers, you know~"

"Madara-"

"Ride me, baby girl. Take what you need from me before I lose it"

It was demanding, his command, yet still kind and sweet in its own special way. The special way that it was from Madara, you supposed. You wasted no more time after that, hiking your skirt up to your stomach and pulled your panties down to your ankles before undoing his belt, then pulling down the denim of his jeans and his boxers in one go to reveal his aching and hard erection. You gulped as you watched a glob of shiny white pre-cum fall drip down the edge of his cock, following the line of his vein all the way down to the base.

Gorgeous wasn't a word you liked to use to describe a mans cock, but when it came to Madara you discarded that rule. Not only was he huge, but the width of it alone could make any woman drool and drop to their knees. Veiny, but not disgustingly so. Hairy, but not so much that it gave you a rash.

You reached down and gave the head a few lazy strokes, smearing the pre-cum up and down like a makeshift lube. Madaras face twitched in anticipation as he watched your movements, large hands resting on the fatty flesh of your thighs and his nails digging in slightly when you brushed over the more sensitive parts of his length. You imagined there would be bruises later, but that only added to the excitement of it all.

Giving him one final pump, you used your spare hand to hoist yourself up a little higher, positioning your entrance just above the head of his cock. You grinded yourself against him for a second, allowing the tip to enter you just barely before lifting yourself back off it. The blood-red tip was screaming at you, begging to be shoved deep inside your gooey hole. Although it killed you to not immediately have him ramming your insides, doing this made you feel like you still had a sense of control over the situation even when it was so clear that Madara was the card master. To tease him, to edge him, to deny him of what he asked you to do was a thrill you rather enjoyed.

"Don't be a brat" A low growl rumbled from Madara throat at your teasing, his fingernails digging in even deeper and causing you to let out a whine and loose your balance, slipping downwards onto his cock. You were about halfway down his length now. The stretch was so powerful and painful, you felt small tears pricking along your lash line at the feeling.

You were no stranger to Madaras size, shit, the two of you had sex not even a week ago, a steamy encounter that had left you breathless and motionless on the bed for hours after. Perhaps it was the way you two were sat now that made him feel even larger, or maybe your mind was too absorbed by pure pleasure that every action he made inside you got doubled by 10.

Either way, there was no better feeling than being stuffed full by him, you had found, so any burn he gave you, you'd take all the same.

"Shh, c'mon, its alright" Madara cooed at the sight of your tears. He brought a hand up to brush them away, creasing your cheek and rubbing his thumb up and down the side of your face in the process. Clearly he had seen the obvious look of pain on your face and was now trying to ease the ache with sweet gestures and kind words. "Just stay there, you don't need to move yet, wait until your ready"

You shook your head, grabbing onto his shoulders and pushing yourself down more. About 3 more inches of his cock were left for your hole to swallow up now. "No! I can do it! Just let me- augh!" Your words were cut off by a loud yelp as you sunk down deeper and deeper until you couldn't anymore, until Madaras tip was pressed flush against your cervix and your hips were connected together.

A wave of intense pleasure rushed through your veins and fell out your mouth in the way of a long, drawn-out whimper. You could feel the veins of his length pulsating against your walls, and you were sure that if he had thrusted upwards in that moment he would have fucked straight into your womb-a scary but not unwelcomed thought.

Brown sweat infused hair fell over Madaras forehead and his eyes were blown wide, mouth open in an 'o' shape but somehow that damn grin never left his face. All thoughts in the both of your minds had washed away into the wind and now all the remained was your lust and undying desire for each other.

Madaras hand that held your cheek moved up, lacing themselves in your messy hair and tugging lightly, just enough for your head to be pulled backwards and for your neck to become more exposed. "Taking me like a champ" He mumbled, lips finding the nape of your neck to press sloppy and saliva filled kisses to the skin,

"Always a little whore for me, aren't you? I love it so much when you act like this, you know? Makes me wanna fuck this dumb little pussy full of my cum. Do you want that?"

You could barely manage an answer due to the fog in your brain, only able to gasp out a mere "Yes!" before all your noises morphed into moans. Your walls squeezed around his thickness in a death like grip, as if you were trying to milk him for all he had before he could even finish. Madara grunted at the feeling and his nails dug deep into your scalp, earning a whimper that escaped your lips.

"I'm gonna start-fuck-, I'm gonna start moving now, okay princess?"

Your head fell into his shoulder and you nodded in approval, screwing your eyes shut in preparation for what was going to come next. Madaras hand in your hair was now moving back to your hips and griping onto them, gently rocking you backwards and forwards. Your clit brushed over the hairs that dotted his pelvis, sweet sweet friction that sent a shockwave down your spine, an added bonus to the consistent bliss you gained from his cock inside you. Drool came dripping out from your open wide mouth, the mess landing onto and staining Madaras button down.

Slow and calculated was the pace that you two started out with. Madara lifted you up and down on his cock with ease, as if you were nothing but a fuckdoll. Simple praises of "Good girl" and "I've got you" fell from his lips like a leaky tap and you greedily took in each word. Each time he lifted you, you could feel the head of his dick drag across the ridges of your walls. It was leaking with sticky pre-cum, which made the drag much easier and also added to the messy mix of lewd sounds in the room. Madaras grunts, your whines, your pussy squelching and his cock plunging deep into your core. All of it together created the prefect song of passion. You could've stayed that way forever.

But this was Madara, a man with a short temper and an even shorter patience. You knew in your head that he wouldn't be able to keep up with this lazy speed for much longer, his body yearned for something rougher and quicker and you were well aware of it. You could only wait until...

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry"

There it was.

In a matter of milliseconds, the man had pulled you nearly all the way of his dick, leaving only the tip in before slamming you all the way back down, all while thrusting his own hips upwards to meet yours halfway. A scream reputed from your throat at the action, and you only continued the sound as he kept up his movements. It was completely unforgiving, he was like a beast that had suddenly gone into heat without warning.

"Mama!- You, mhmp! You feel so, so good!" You groaned in between thrusts, biting down into his shoulder hard enough to leave a bright purple mark in the skin. He growled at the sensation, it edging him on to go harder with his movements.

You were being completely spit in half thanks to Madara and his huge cock. He bottomed out with each thrust and his heavy balls slapped against your ass every time, sure to leave a funny shaped mark there the next day. Tears were falling freely from your eyes now and you were out of control of your own moans. You looked like a pornstar in a video of the worst quality possible, but somehow that all but made Madara want you even more.

His lips meet your neck once more, licking and sucking harshly, even grazing his teeth over your pulse point just to be cheeky, "Yeah? You like that? Shit, I'm gonna fill you up so good, gonna make sure every last drop stays inside. Then no one else will touch you once they see that you belong to me"

"I already do! Fuck! Mama- Mama! I'm gonna cum soon, so close~"

Madara let out a breathy chuckle at your words. There was a glint of something in his eyes as he placed one last kiss to your neck, something that you couldn't quite put a finger on. There was a hint of fondness to it, but that's all you could make out whilst being pounded into. "So am I, go on then, cum for me. I'll be right behind you"

Snap.

The coil in your stomach snapped at that, the permission to finish. A wave of warm then cold washed over your entire body as your orgasm came crashing into you like a truck to a brick wall. You rode out your high on Madaras cock as he slowed down a bit, returning to his original pace of gently rocking you as he neared closer. If you could've thought straight you would've thanked him for the slower pace as over stimulation quickly settled into your body.

His orgasm came not long after, but longer than it would've taken if he had continued using you as a ragdoll. Loads upon loads of hot and sticky cum shot deep into your cunt and straight into the warmth of your womb. A few spare drops leaked out from where the two of you connected, running down both of your legs and reaching the floor, creating a glossy white puddle on the hard wood floor. You'd clean that up later.

It took you a few minutes to climb down from your high, your whole body still being limp from Madaras relentlessness. He moved you whilst you were still in that daze, pulling you off his cock and laying you down on your back against the couch. Your dress was pulled back down to cover you in that moment, and when you regained your composure you saw and felt Madara laying above you, his chin resting on the exposed skin of your upper chest and his body acting as that of a heated blanket.

"Hi" He was smiling down at you, stupid giddy look on his face that could cure all the worlds problems.

"Hi" You mumbled back, trying to mimic the look on his face, although you probably looked more silly and zombie-like rather than cute and puppyish like Madara did.

"You had a good time?"

"Yeah. Better than good, thank you"

"No need to thank me, darl', its what I do"

You giggled at that, and softly grasped his cheeks and pulled him in for a much sweeter and less heated kiss. It lasted a long time, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the sheer amount of emotion you had in your heart for this man. Left over thrill from your session was still lingering in the air, but it was fading, being replaced by the same feeling you saw in Madaras eyes eariler.

Love, adoration.

You wondered how you'd top this on the next date night, maybe treat him to his favourite sushi place. Yeah, that'd do it.

[trans-queen-administrator]

Hey, can I hear about your shatterbird thoughts? She's always been my favourite member of the nine :]

[@faultlinescrew]

Oh I'm about to type for entirely too long.

Alright so a chunk of this is kinda headcanon, but any of that is fully based on canon. I had a giant fanfic planned that was literally an expanded telling of Shatterbird's life from trigger to death, and some plot points there may bleed into this unconsciously.

Number one favorite thing about Shatterbird is that initially, she did nothing wrong. She was unwillingly dosed with a Cauldron vial, and her scream and subsequent exploding of Dubai wasn't her fault. She had no intention to hurt anyone, it was done entirely out of her control as she gained powers and she should not be blamed for her first time destroying a city. The thing is, that doesn't matter in universe. She's still going to be hunted down by countless capes because she killed an untold number of people with that scream. No one's going to just let her go because it wasn't her fault, because she's the only person who can be blamed. People want revenge for their loved ones, and I'm willing to bet that she had a sizable bounty. It's similar to the situation we see with Rachel, where she can't have a normal life because she killed someone in her trigger and her identity is public, but on a much much larger scale.

I think the guilt ate at her so fucking bad at first. She killed her dad, her friends, her sister, her mother, countless others, and as much as it wasn't her fault she's still the one that did it. There's no way she doesn't blame herself for what happened, but when does she even have time to mourn? She's fled to a desert, she's gotta be struggling with food and water, and she's being hounded at every turn by people who want her dead. What's she supposed to do, let them kill her so she can atone for what she did or something?

I just love what a tragic backstory this is. She's one of the most horrible people we meet in canon, and I don't think it's unreasonable to say she has one of the highest body counts on Earth Bet, but she started as someone innocent and desperately trying to survive. And as much as I love this backstory and will defend to the death that she did nothing wrong at this point, it doesn't excuse who she becomes.

Shatterbird laughed.  “There’s only two ways to recover from something of that magnitude, to deal with the fact that you inadvertently killed thousands and thousands of people, and hospitalized twice that many.  You break, or you become it.”

(quote is from the missing interlude)

This is the quote that puts her entire character in a nutshell. The biggest question to me is... when did she become it? She implies in that interlude that it was rather quick, and that she went to Britain so she could hit a big target, but the Tattletale clone calls this out as a lie. She was running, the desert that she'd been in for months was unbearably loud with all that sand, and I think she was sick of living on the run. She wanted society, structure, something to make her feel human. I think she's full of shit saying she went there to destroy it, some accident or desperate confrontation occurred (timeline fits well enough for it to be a result of the Simurgh's attack, but that's just one possibility) and she broke London just as bad as she broke Dubai. What do you even do from there? Any slim hope of clearing her name is gone, she just has to keep running and try to ignore the guilt. And she ran to America, where the Slaughterhouse Nine found her.

The recruiting of people by the Slaughterhouse Nine fascinates me, because most are unwilling to join at first. Unfortunately the alternative is to die. No one in Brockton Bay was jumping to be the lucky winner, and the only people we know nominated themselves are Cherish and I think Siberian. Shatterbird (ever notice how she's the only S9 member with no canon first name? drives me nuts) was dragged into the recruitment process with no say in the matter just like most everyone is. Someone in the Nine found her, thought she would be a good fit because of London and Dubai (and how would that feel, to have someone on the S9 see you as just as bad as them?) and even if she explains that was on accident... what does it matter? It never matters that it was an accident. It never will matter. It's just something that she can tell herself to keep her sane.

So she's doing the fun little tests, I'm actually very curious how she altered herself for Mannequin's since he always does the same test, she's a very vain person, but that's off topic. Atrocities, horrors, being hunted by the Siberian, and suddenly she's at the end. Her and someone else.

“That’s not really a test,” Shatterbird spoke, “There hasn’t been a round of testing since I joined the group where we didn’t whittle it down to one candidate.” “We could forego the final test, pitting them against one another.” Shatterbird turned to him, “Ah.  But, again, the last test where we had to go that far was… mine?”

And she kills them. Dubai, London, those were accidents. This was on purpose, maybe even the first time she's done it on purpose. She could either break and decide she couldn't live with herself as a member of the nine, or she could just as horrible as everyone sees her. All her choices were rigged, there was never much of an opportunity to get better since so many paths closed off to her, but she voluntarily chooses to get worse. What's the point in holding on to the fact that it wasn't her fault at the beginning? She's never escaping what she did, so she'll become the monster everyone sees her as. You break, or you become it.

And there's not much of the more sympathetic side of Shatterbird in canon (partly because her backstory chapter was removed). She's fully embraced herself as a mass murderer. She revels in the attention, the fear. She parrots Jack's philosophy as a way to feel better about what she's doing, and eventually she doesn't need to feel better because she enjoys who she is now.

I don't know, I rambled for a while there but it boils down to me being fascinated by the circumstances of her gaining powers, and the shift from innocent but hated/feared to making damn sure that fear is justified.

Ok, so moving on from the backstory analysis, other miscellaneous details. Fuck it, I'm putting every thought I have on Shatterbird in this post.

She's the Nine's primary recruiter! Woo, good for her. Notably, she recruits Burnscar. Mimi is in a similar position to Shatterbird's past self with the whole involuntary mass destruction, although on a lesser scale (it'll always be on a lesser scale, Shatterbird has the worst trigger event out there in terms of consequences and she didn't even trigger). Mimi was on the streets and trying not to use her power, and Shatterbird scooped her up into the Nine.

“I- before I knew it, the Slaughterhouse Nine had found me.  Shatterbird recruited me.  And now I’m stuck.  I’m trapped.  You know there’s a kill order out on me?  If I try to quit, either the Nine or the cops will off me.  So I keep going, I work for them, and it all just gets worse.”

It's a situation Shatterbird can very likely relate to, but she's perpetuating it and making Mimi suffer like she did. No sympathy, no helping someone get through it and avoid the pitfalls she fell into, she's dragging other people down with her like a crab in a pot. Worth noting that I believe she's still bitter about the hand she was dealt even if she's embraced where it led her to, she remembers how horrible it was to be forced into everything and she does not care if she inflicts it on others.

But if someone else willingly joins the Nine, she takes it personally. Cherie says Shatterbird hates her, and that's because Cherie chooses the life Shatterbird was locked into. She's bitter that she never had that choice, and so she makes sure Cherie understands what it's like by chasing her for days for her test, not allowing any rest or sleep. However, this could also simply because Cherie sucks and is an unpleasant person to talk to, and Shatterbird is stuck-up.

Another thing I like is Shatterbird's appearance of knowledge and elegance. She's trying to appear put together, confident, in-control, and to be fair she does a pretty good job, her costume and theming are great. But under that is someone violent and angry, she's keeping up appearances to everyone else but also to herself. The fact that she's always trying to keep up appearances, even when locked in a room and doomed to die with one Witness (haha get it) she's trying to make it look like she was calm and in control when her body is found, is what 100% convinces me exploding Britain was an accident. The Tattletale clone calls her out, and to me it seems like another attempt to seem in control by framing it as deliberate.

Anyway, my attempts to woobify a mass murderer aside, I also like that she was a spoiled rich kid before all this and her prim asshole attitude points to that. She quotes Edgar Allen Poe, she reads because it makes her feel better than others, she's just so pretentious and unpleasant and to be clear I love this as a character trait, it's fun and leads to her speaking in overdramatic ways.

“Then you should know, nearly-Tattletale, that I’ve spent too long in the company of monsters to be scared by words.”

She thinks she was soooo cool saying that.

I also want to look at the last few weeks of her life. She spends so much effort propping herself up as great and in control, only to be locked in a box and puppeted around against her will. Genuinely I cannot think of anything more humiliating and agonizing for her to endure. She has nothing to do but think as she's used as a marionette.

She had a long time to reflect on her life, to look back at how she got here and what she regrets.

But I think she spent it stewing in her rage, itching and planning to get violent revenge and keep hurting others to be respected. She's unwilling and unable to go back, she'll double down on this forever because this is who she is now. And because 99% of characterization for Shatterbird isn't in Worm anyway, I may as well toss in this minor AU summary by Wildbow. If she escaped, she would have started her own version of the Nine with Damsel of Distress and Trickster. There is nothing left to sympathize with or redeem Shatterbird by the time we see her in canon, she's simply past that point. Side note but Shatterbird + Damsel of Distress + Trickster as a team is perhaps the funniest combo ever and I really wish those 3 fuckers got to interact in canon. Weirdo assholes who dress up fancy and have a taste for theatrics as a murder crew, we were robbed.

I could analyze the Hookwolf interlude but I don't want to. I'm very annoyed that Shatterbird (still no first name) is the only member of the Nine to lose the fight against her recruit instead of appearing terrifying and unstoppable. How come Burnscar can solo Faultline's crew but 3 nazis can take out Shatterbird, who has way more experience? It's pretty uncomfortable to have the only member of the Nine who isn't white be the one that loses to nazis, while one calls her a slur in his internal monologue, in the interludes where everyone else on her team is introduced as a force of nature. I think we should just collectively agree to make this interlude not canon and un-retcon the Witness interlude. While I'm on the topic it's also a bit questionable to have Sophia and Shatterbird (no first name. I am annoyed by this) as the only named capes puppeted by Regent?

But that's not the topic I wanna explore. The topic is that Shatterbird is a great character and I wish that she had depth in the story itself rather than scattered through 20 different sources, because she's legitimately my favorite non-undersider in the story. There is a lot of potential to explore her, one could interpret her backstory in a less charitable way than I did just for an example, and I really think she's neat! She takes hurting someone in an accident and then becoming the monster people see her as, something we see a few times throughout worm, to its ultimate conclusion in terms of scale. That alongside her outer layer of intellectualism and pretentiousness, which I'm a massive sucker for as a trait, and she's just perfect. Did nothing wrong (citation needed). I love her and I do hope that at least some of the stuff written her makes someone appreciate her character more.

Ok! That was... 2.2k words about Shatterbird (no first name). Woo! If some stuff seems inconsistent between paragraphs here, it's probably because I wrote this in chunks over the course of a few weeks and my feelings at the time can influence my interpretation of things and my writing to feel different when read all at once and compared. If you think I'm woobifying her too much, cool. I think it makes her more compelling to examine how much we know was her fault and how much she shouldn't be blamed for, and making her have less agency makes her more tragic which I always like. If you actually read this to the end, thank you! Have a nice day!

[thesensteawitch]

How Does Your Spirit Guides See You?🤍👁️‍🗨️

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(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello Senstea Souls!

In this reading, you'll learn how your spirit guides see you and what message they have for you. Feel free to pick more than one pile if your intuition says so. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

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Pile 1

The color your spirit guides associate you with: Yellow

My beautiful pile 1, there's a very strong message coming from your spirit guides which I would like to spill first. They want you to know that they see you as someone rare. You are one of a kind. To them, you're one of the most attractive beings on Earth. They love you for your grounded spirit. They love your brain. You may look intimidating to others but from within you're such a child. I sense strong Sagittarius and Libra placements. Your spirit guides are very protective of you. They see you as someone who will never let the scales go imbalanced. They see you as someone artistic with the capability to fill the souls of the world with art, metaphors, and colors. You're so strong to them that no matter what happens they know that you can turn your hurt into an artistic masterpiece. I am getting a strong victorious vibe from the pile. They adore how no one can ever take away the kindness that you possess. No amount of pain can make you empty of love. Wow, beautiful! One day you'll hold a prestigious position in life all on your own. That's where you are headed and that's where your spirit guides are helping you get to. Who says we come empty-handed? You are walking this Earth with a bag full of something to give to the world. Surprisingly, it's never empty. It never fails to give. They see you as someone who learns from life no matter what. You consider yourself to be the eternal student of life. Your pieces of advice are precious. Your spirit guides see you becoming a great teacher or inspiration for others. This is unusual but they love your colored hair. And if you don't have your hair colored then take it as a sign to get them colored. It would suit you. Some shade of blue or pink. Your spirit guides want to tell you that nothing is set in stone for you so you can always change your path and you'll only learn something new that will eventually help you in serving your greater purpose. I hear, “And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?” Wow! What a beautiful message. Some spirit guides may be lovers from your past lives or loved ones who have passed away. They love you very much!

Pile 2

The color your spirit guides associate you with: Blue/Green

Hello my beautiful pile 2. The straightaway message from your spirit guides is that they know that you know what you are doing. Your spirit guides see you as a very aware and alert being. They love that you know what you wish for and what is the intention behind the wish. They see how hardworking you are and you don't take your achievements for granted. You recognize them and give yourself credit for your own hard work. They sometimes see you getting tempted by worldly matters but at the same time with your strength, you pull yourself back from the hell hole and can balance things out. They see that you are emotionally attached to your materialistic achievements. They see you as someone who has no shortage of ideas. Great and achievable ideas keep coming to you. Because of your strong mind, you can manifest the desired outcomes. Your spirit guides know that you don't know when to stop. You'll probably keep working till the end of your life and will keep achieving things. In their eyes, you are an overachiever. Your spirit guides sometimes test you to see if you'll fall into the temptations of materialistic pursuits. They want you to learn detachment from the results. Because in life you'll get disappointed. And they don't want you to struggle when you receive a rejection or a failure. They want you to cherish the work you put in. Because they adore the quality in you to rebuild things and take care of the minute details in every project. They love how you make sure nothing misses your sight. They see that there is an air of mystery around you. You don't show every side of yours to everyone. If someone knows one then the other knows another. You've come a long way from feeling small to feeling accomplished. Your spirit guides want you to know that you are not alone they are always with you. They want you to be honest and not hide your true self from the world. Don't block your emotions thinking that they don't exist. Don't let work distract you to the extent that you forget why you even started in the first place. Don't let your emotions be the price you pay to get your thirst quenched. They know you can achieve anything you put your mind to but your spirit guides are only asking you to not ignore your social life. Take it as a sign and call an old friend.

Pile 3

The color your spirit guides associate you with: Gray/Red/Orange

Hello, my dear pile 3. Your spirit guides feel so sorry for you. They have been sending messages to you. They see that you have choices but you always choose the road that is going to bring suffering you. You burden your soul with the decision you have been consistently making. They see your fear. They see you getting overwhelmed and losing hope. You say that you are committed to something but over and over again you have been making a terrible choice. A choice that seems easier but is heavier on your mind, body, and soul. It's pure torture. You are choosing to take the responsibility of the world on your shoulders. You are performing takes which are impossible for a human being to carry for their whole life. You are trying to achieve everything at once. They see your wishes and they too want them to come true. But they want you to take one thing at a time. You are ignoring the fact that the tasks you think can be managed can't be. They want you to know that you can do ANYTHING in your life but not EVERYTHING. Especially not all at once. There's no doubt that you work so hard but they want you to put that hard work only on one goal or a maximum of two at a time. Not more than that. They are going crazy trying to tell you this. Now you have brought havoc in your own life. Through chaos, you will learn. They see you as someone very stubborn. All these qualities are of an achiever. The only problem is that you are not focused on one task or else you would have achieved a goal by now or at least would have seen the desired outcome. They see that you are indecisive and are afraid to take a decision. You need an adventure or a break to find your true purpose. Currently, your spirit guides see you as someone with so much potential and they don't want it to be wasted. I hear, “I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror. It's me Hi, I am the problem it's me.” They know you can do it. Your spirit guides want you to know that they stand with you during this test of time. They know you can make it through it.

[ravenclod]

DISC: this 'essay' is NOT hating on madohomu, or hating on people for shipping them. nor is it hating on Homura, or implying that her actions should be changed. It is simply an opinion from someone who loves Homura's character who also ships Madohomu, and just wants to rant about things i feel are ignored by the fandom. Please read the full thing before reblogging or replying with your opinions so i dont need to repeat myself.

Maybe I'm just a hater, but I don't understand how people can look at Homura and just excuse everything she’s done, especially in regards to Madoka, because she "actually loved everyone!” and "Is traumatised" and "It’s just toxic yuri!". It feels like a complete ignorance of her character and disregards the complexity and depth of her writing.

Now, obviously, I don't mean when people make jokes about it, I get that, but it’s when people genuinely don't acknowledge how madohomu is unhealthy and homura is a bad person. That is quite literally the whole point.

I'm aware that she does care about the other girls, which is why she didn't try to kill Mami in rebellion, and just acted like the others didn't matter throughout the show because she was all out of hope and had to concentrate on the one thing keeping her sane, which was Madoka. But that is exactly my point. That obsessiveness, that reliance on one singular person [ who is also largely unaware of the reason for said reliance ] is incredibly unhealthy. It is unhealthy. It is toxic. I'm not saying homura is abusive, like some people have, because she absolutely is not, but she is obsessive to the point of being unable to see madoka in a negative way. Even when she criticises her it’s from a "you're so stupid you can’t tell that people love you/you’re so stupid for doing this you're gonna get hurt" point of view, rather than the view of "oh you are genuinely naïve and mess up like everyone". [1] This in turn harms both of them, as she is putting her on a pedestal which Madoka will feel guilty for being on and worry about upholding, and it ruins Homura as she will simply spiral further into this unhealthy mindset.

She takes her [ Madoka’s ] word to the extreme, the word of which has no form of context and is speaking from the equivalent of the naïve Madoka that we see in the first episode. Homura then uses that to justify what she goes on to do during Rebellion, which in turn harms Madoka. when she rips Madoka from herself, I understand it's to avoid the incubators getting to her, and it is very in character, but she still actively harmed Madoka, and went against her wish to save all magical girls [ from becoming witches ] at least, in part.

Her obsessiveness does then leech off and affect everyone else, because she is also friends with them and does care for them. They begin to lose respect and gain upset over Homura, as she is now a girl who has one goal and throws them to the side to achieve this, not attempting to make genuine connections and discarding those which she does have - namely Kyoko in the show. This behaviour affects the other girls in the obvious sense of they die quicker and more frequently as Homura is no longer attempting to intervene; affecting Madoka too, as she ends up getting stressed about her friends not getting along, before then having the trauma of seeing her friends die. [ This is not to put the blame on Homura as it happens regardless, but the point is for everyone else, it will seem like Homura could have helped, even if it was out-with her power.] This will harm Homura as a result, for it will plague her how she treats her friends like this, and will only cause her self-esteem to plummet further than it already has.

Additionally, there are points where she could be argued to be manipulative, which is up to personal judgement, but it is worth noting. Obviously, it would not be from her own awareness or intention, but it is still a plausible outcome of her actions - i.e., the way she speaks to Madoka in the show, almost threatening her before then sobbing over her and acting like she is the most important girl in the world, [2] which, keep in mind, will be weird for Madoka as she barely knows this girl. This isn't to say Homura's actions aren’t understandable, especially in the show, but that doesn't remove the negative impact that they have. Homumado may be cute, and it is cute, especially pre-timeloop, but the reality is, even now, it wouldn't work without years and years of couple therapy.

I also am going to mention kyosaya, as they are also unhealthy, and I know someone may try to bring up how I love them so much in spite of this fact. They are definitely not the most healthy relationship, literally trying to kill each other in a fight in the first episode they met. It is practically impossible to ship characters in this show and have a healthy relationship [ with maybe the exception of madosaya pre-timelooping ]. However, the difference between kyosaya and madohomu is my general issue altogether, which isn't that the ships are unhealthy, but rather the way the fandom treats them in regards to them being such.

Kyosaya is known for being enemies to lovers, its known for being unhealthy and its known for being liked in the theory of "oh this is what they could have been, had they been given more time to understand each other.". It is also an equal relationship, there are no forms of power dynamic between the two, both are equally vulnerable; both hate the other at the start, and respect and care for one another at the end - as seen in rebellion. Even when Kyoko is stronger than Sayaka, that's cancelled out by Sayaka's determination and healing properties.

Homumado, on the other hand, are known for being equally doomed, but in the sense of "Oh Homura will never save Madoka, Madoka will always die, they can never be together.". There is never that acknowledgement that they wouldn't work, even if by some miracle the looping ended. There is simply too much that has happened. The only possible scenario is arguably one in which Madoka stays as Madokami, and Homura stays as the devil, for at least both have equal memories of all that has transpired, but even that has huge issues due to Homura's abandonment issues and obsessiveness toward madoka. There is also, unlike in kyosaya, a large power imbalance, which goes both ways at different points.

In the main show, this is heavy on Homura, as she knows so much about Madoka, she's seen her at her best and worst, and she knows all that will happen. She is also stronger than her, as for the most part Madoka is not a magical girl, and is unable to do anything to prevent her friends’.

Flip that to when Madoka is god however, and she is now the topheavy one, as she is fully aware of everything that has transpired. and Homura is so obsessive. If madoka were anyone else, it could very quickly turn bad with Madoka manipulating Homura's infatuation - which obviously isn't an issue as madoka is so nice, but you get my point.

It is a point though that homura still has power over madoka, especially considering her removal of "Madoka" from "Madokami". She technically has a part madoka all for herself, and has relative power over that for the time being. No one is able to do anything. It’s almost like she’s controlling a doll, except the doll is a piece of madoka she’s refusing to let return to the rest of her.

This is what I mean when I say there is no form of permanent equity between the two, while kyosaya are a yin and yang of give and take, madohomu are simply always off balance. Which is why they're so unhealthy.

Again, that doesn't mean they're not a good ship. That doesn't mean they're not cute, and they don't deserve to be together. It could 10000% work out, just as kyosaya is also toxic but could still work out. My issue isn't with the ship, the writing, or the characters, but rather the disregard to the discussions surrounding it.

To paint Homura as a "cute girl who's a bit obsessed” is a disservice to the complexities of her actions and her humanity, as again, she is a heavily traumatised 14 year old girl. Her actions are realistic, her actions make sense. But her actions aren’t good. This is not a critique on Homura, but a critique of the denial that she has done these bad things. denying as such waters her down and mischaracterizes her. It defeats the point of her as a character.

After all, she is the devil. She’s not intended to be nice.

[1] - "How stupid can you possibly be" - episode 5

[2] - fountain scene, episode 8, where she breaks down in front of madoka

[thankeywa]

Can i request a FILTHY SMUTY IMAGINE. that lo'ak has a wet dream of kiris best friend.that he hates.. 😔and then he has to deal with the results (bôñér) then later he like kisses us then that leads to filthy smut. 🧍🏻‍♀️

Cruel to be kind | Lo'ak x fem!Na'vi!reader (Smut)

Summary: request (above), enemies to lovers, a lil angst, NSFW, p in v, oral (reader receiving), Lo'ak and f! Omatikaya! reader are AGED UP (20+)

minors DNI with this or anything on my blog.

A.N: oof anon, this request got me bad, also the way you wrote boner is funny as hell. Going to try something new and write 'you' instead of 'y/n' for this. Also the fact that Lo'ak kisses both of us, I love that for us. I hope you enjoy 😉😘

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Lo'ak hated you. No, seriously. He quite literally couldn't stand the sight of you.

Kiri just had to choose you as her best friend for some reason, and you'd always been hanging around his family since you were little. Even though the years had passed, and you were no longer that annoying little girl who teamed up with his sister to bother him, you still found other ways to infuriate him.

Your constant strive to know more about humans, for example. Lo'ak could see right through your phoney attempts to pretend to be interested in Kiri's origins, no matter how often he caught you listening to her mother's music or learning how to read English through her 'books'. It was all a farçe and he knew it.

Your looks were another thing. Every single male his age couldn't help but fawn over you, and he just didn't get it. Honestly, it was hard to even look at you most of the time. Especially into your eyes. The mere idea made his stomach flip. One night, Neteyam had even briefly mentioned how 'beautiful' you'd become, and Lo'ak had almost torn his head off. How could his brother actually be so stupid? It had been completely lost on him that Neteyam was simply trying to make his brother realise he actually had a crush on you, and that's where all of his pent up anger was coming from.

It wasn't a secret that Lo'ak didn't like you, not even to you. Yet you still tried to be nice to him all the damn time. You were such a fake, it was unbelievable.

One night Lo'ak wanted to be alone, but on his way to one of his usual hiding spots he ran into you and someone who could have only been... courting you.

"Kaltxì, Lo'ak!" You waved at him sweetly while holding the guy's hand. It made Lo'ak sick. You made him sick.

"Bite me, [ ]." Lo'ak answered rudely, not stopping to engage in any further conversation.

You weren't really taken back by his hostility, but as always the hurt showed in your face. Sealtiel, your date, wasn't at all impressed with Lo'ak's behavior. "How dare you talk to her that way, you five fingered freak?"

Rage boiled up inside of you even before Lo'ak had a chance to react. You pulled yourself away from Sealtiel's hold on your hand and gave him a piece of your mind. Lo'ak imagined you were more intent on defending Kiri than him, since she had human features too, but he still felt like shit for being rude to you in front of someone else at that moment.

You stormed off, and after a few seconds of contemplation, Lo'ak tried to follow after you. But you stopped him in his tracks. "I don't need anymore of your crap right now, okay Lo'ak?" You snapped at him, turning around to face him.

"No, it's just--- I wanted to—" Lo'ak stammered. It had never happened to him before. Maybe only once, when he was 12, and he'd alone out in the forest, reciting all the ways he could think of to ask you a girl he liked out. Just for practice. It wasn't like he'd gone out to pick flowers, or anything.

"What? Make another cruel joke? Wait for someone else to come by so you can humiliate me in front of them? I don't know what I ever did, for you to hate me so much, but I'm done trying to understand." You hissed at him. "Stay. Away from me."

Fine, Lo'ak thought, as he watched you walk away from him. He had nothing to apologise for anyway. It wasn't his fault he couldn't be obsessed with you like everyone else seemed to be. Lo'ak had already been keeping clear of you, you were the one who always seemed to want to talk.

"Yeah? Well maybe you should take your own advice, then!" He yelled back at you, his voice cracking. You were already gone.

That night he couldn't sleep. It was just another thing about you. On those days that you really irked him, he just couldn't relax. Lo'ak would toss and turn for hours on end, rethinking all the things he could have said and done instead. Until finally exhaustion would take over in the early hours before the end of the eclipse.

...💫...

Lo'ak was making his way through the forest, longing for a soak and some well deserved time alone in the small stream just past the waterfalls. He'd gone out at night as usual, so none of his annoying siblings would follow him.

Soon enough he could hear the stream, and finally he came upon the small pond of clear water where he usually went to clear his head. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone had already had the same idea as him. Before the other Na'vi could notice him, Lo'ak panicked and hid behind a tree.

But then he made the fatal mistake of peeking around the corner to see who it was and was caught by them immediately.

"I know you're there, Lo'ak." Your voice called out to him, followed by a soft giggle. Lo'ak felt himself grow hot all over from the embarrassment, screwing his eyes shut and drawing his ears down as he desperately hoped for the ground to swallow him whole.

The last person he wanted to see at that moment was you. Especially underneath those circumstances.

When he dared to open his eyes again, he was staring right at you. Your body was wet and glistening in the darkness, and you were shivering lightly from the cool air of the night on your skin. Lo'ak could see all of you, or the best approximation of what his mind could come up with of your features, and he was completely frozen in place y the sight of them. "I was— I didn't know that you were..." He breathed out with some difficulty, doing his best to keep his eyes trained on your face.

"It's getting a little cold now..." You murmured, cozying up to him. "Come warm me up a little?"

Lo'ak was a goner as soon as he heard you say those words. The second he nodded and leaned into you to catch your lips with his own, your hands were on his waist and making quick work of ridding him of his loincloth.

All the desperation Lo'ak felt down to the very core of his being, made the scene in his mind escalate pretty quickly. The Na'vi pulled you close, finally able to let his hands roam your body as he pleased, and trapped you between himself and the tree he'd been hiding behind only a few moments earlier.

"Lo'ak, I need you, please..." You almost sobbed as he ran his fingers between your slick folds just to feel how ready you were for him there. Lo'ak took a moment to appreciate your arched back and spread legs as you presented to him, before taking his stance behind you. "This why you mess with my head all the time?" He whispered in a low voice as he began to pound into your warmth, but you could only answer with broken moans as you feebly tried to meet his thrusts. "You just wanted me to pay you a little attention, uh?"

He gave your tail a harsh tug when you didn't answer right away.

"Y-yes! Hh-hhn, w-wanted... you... t-to..." Your answer got lost in a babble of incoherent mewls and wails.

The night began to twist itself in a fever dream of Lo'ak body entangled with yours in different scenarios that came and went in his mind. If at first he was staking his claim on you at a punishing pace until the roughness of the tree bark began to cut into your skin, the next moment the two of you were by the stream and you were riding his cock like your life depended on it.

"See this?" You asked him sweetly as you gestured towards yourself. Lo'ak watched you run your fingers over your breasts (which were now covered in all sorts of marks left by him), down your stomach to your thighs, and finally back up to your core that was currently clamping down on his shaft. "You'll never have any of it..."

Those words startled him.

"And you'll—never—have—me, Lo'ak Sully." You punctuated each segment of that scathing sentence with a roll of your hips. Your words cut Lo'ak deeper than he'd ever been, all the while the sight and feel of your body on top of him kept knocking the air out of his lungs.

Lo'ak listened to you cry out from the pleasure of the two of you reaching your peak at the same time, meanwhile, a feeling of dread began to settle over him. You languidly let yourself rest across his chest, leaning down to leave a trail of soft kisses across his face that he was now desperately trying to commit to memory. "Don't... don't go..." Lo'ak mumbled, wanting to hold on to you for as long as he could.

But you were already fading from him. "Why should I stay? You hate me, remember?"

...💫...

Your voice was far away from him now. Instead, all the hateful things he'd said to you and about you during the years began to ring louder and louder in his mind, until finally, he woke up with a start.

"...I'm sorry." Lo'ak heard himself saying, as he woke up drenched in sweat, all the while sporting the most uncomfortable erection he'd possibly woken up with in recent memory. Thankfully he'd spent the night in one of the hiding places the Sullys had built for themselves across the years away from the rest of the clan. He had no reason to think anyone else would be coming by there so early in the morning, so Lo'ak saw no harm in taking care of himself then and there.

If anyone else were to climb up the treehouse, Lo'ak was sure he'd be able to hear their movements in time to cover himself up. There was little risk involved, and he certainly couldn't walk back home sporting a boner.

Little did he know, you were still trudging through the forest, your thoughts once again plagued by his hurtful behaviour. You'd always liked Lo'ak, despite your better judgement. He'd always been abundantly clear about not wanting you around, yet your heart seemed to have a hard time accepting that. Recently, you'd thought that maybe it was time for you to start courting and be courted. To know what it really felt to be cared for the same way you'd cared for the younger Sully brother.

But that night you'd realised, your heart had been completely wasted on him and there was nothing you could do about it.

Suddenly, your acute hearing picked up some ragged breathing coming from way up in the trees, and you were snapped out of your reverie. It was one of your people, and they sounded like they were hurt. You couldn't ignore it, especially since nobody should have been that far away from Home Tree after the eclipse.

Pushing your sadness to the side, to quickly climbed up the tree where you could hear the pained moans coming from. The closer you got to the top, you began to recognise the voice as Lo'ak's. Of course he'd gotten himself in trouble at that time of night. The adrenaline rushing through you made you perform a couple more reckless jumps until you finally found yourself outside of a hut built in the middle of the branches.

You rushed inside, worry written all over your tear stained face. "Lo'ak! Are you —"

The scene you were met with was a far cry from anything you'd been imagining until that point. Your eyes were perfectly capable of seeing in the dark, and there was no mistaking what was happening. Lo'ak's five fingered hand was wrapped around his... his... well, you knew what it was called, you'd just never seen one before...

The shameless act brought colour and heat to your face. Lo'ak had looked completely feral in that moment, and now the cries you'd been hearing took on a whole different meaning. The second he saw you, his pupils widened almost comically, and he quickly attempted to cover his arousal back underneath his loincloth, but the hard outline of it was still there, completely unaffected by your sudden appearance.

"[ ]" Lo'ak called your name as you began to turn your heal and run away from what you'd just seen. You couldn't deal with the way the sight of him naked and pleasuring himself made you feel, not after the way he'd treated you a couple hours prior.

You were about to jump down from and incredibly tall branch without even checking your landing, when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle to keep you from doing something utterly stupid. "Just what do you think you're doing?" It would have sounded like his usual rude self, if it wasn't for the soft tone and the clear concern in his voice.

"N-none of your business..." You struggled against him weakly. "Let me go, Lo'ak..." Lo'ak didn't even have that good of a hold on you, he was trying his best to keep his excitement angled away from you. You looked mortified, and he felt beyond ashamed that he'd been touching himself while thinking of you, when clearly you despised him. And with good reason.

"Forgive me, [ ]. Please forgive me." Lo'ak begged you. The words sounded so foreign coming from him. He didn't even apologise to his family most of the time. "I... never meant for you to see..."

Your ears lowered in understanding. Lo'ak wasn't apologising for his behaviour, just for the dishevelled state he'd put you in now. "It's fine..." You breathed out, relaxing a little bit in his hold. "I just... I thought you were hurt..."

Lo'ak couldn't deny the sincerity of your words, nor would he ever forget how worried you'd looked as you'd barged into his tent. He didn't deserve any of your care and attention, yet you kept giving it to him despite his brutish behaviour.

"You were crying..." He blurted out suddenly, seeing the tear streaks on your face and the redness in your eyes now that you were so close. Lo'ak thought back to the way the two of you had parted ways. Only he could come to the realisation he had feelings for someone just after bringing them to tears. "I... I made you cry..."

You didn't want to answer Lo'ak, and suddenly the need to get away from him became much stronger. It was humiliting, and you knew he'd realise soon how badly you had it for him. "Lo'ak... please... " You didn't know if you were asking for. To be let go? To somehow have this pain taken away from you?

Lo'ak didn't let you go however, and he decided he wouldn't, not until you calmed down. His hold wasn't forceful, you could have pulled away from him if you really wanted to. Instead, he was holding you like you were the most precious thing to him in the world. His hands began to caress your skin gently, all the while he was crooning soft apologies to you. It made you melt against him almost too easily, clinging to him while your breathing began to settle down.

To the back of your mind, a nagging thought began to grow. "Is... is this your way of playing a prank on me?" You asked, your words breaking Lo'ak's heart. Finally, he'd found away to be with you without reflecting the negativity inside of him onto you, but of course you didn't trust him.

Lo'ak was the one trying to fight back tears now. He looked angry, distraught even, as his face twisted into a side of him you'd never seen before. "Of course you'd think that..." He said, taking a step back from you. "What have I ever shown you if not hatred over the years...? I'm so much of a loser and a fuck up, why wouldn't you think I'd try to trick you when you're this vulnerable?"

"Lo'ak —" You tried to stop him from being self-deprecating, which hurt you more than anything.

"But what choice did I have?" He snapped back, his voice filled with grief. "You were always off with Kiri or Neteyam when we were kids. And that was fine, I could never live up to my siblings anyway. But then... everyone in the clan started to understand... how goddamm perfect you are... and I knew, I would never be enough for you... I would have brought you nothing but shame... so, so I had to shut you out. I had to make you understand how big of a disappointment I really am to everyone around me..." Lo'ak took a glance at his demon hands, a constant reminder of how sick his longing for [ ] truly was. Someone like him was meant to end up alone.

Lo'ak's words almost broke you. The realisation he longed for you just as much as you did, was unfortunately overtaken by the pain you felt for him. You didn't want him to believe these things he'd clearly been telling himself for years. Those thoughts of his had kept him away from you for too long.

You threw your arms around his neck, holding him so tight you would have cut his circulation off if he wasn't much stronger than you. "You... complete and... utter skxawng..." you reprimanded him. "I never want to hear you say those things about yourself again. What you are, Lo'ak Sully, is a moron, nothing more." Lo'ak gave you a little grin through his tears. "Because I have always been yours... and you never saw it."

Hearing those words leave your lips almost made Lo'ak's knees give out from under him. Afraid it was all just a dream, a sudden need to feel you and brand his touch onto you overcame him.

Lo'ak ran his nose against your cheek a little before capturing your lips into a searing kiss. You arched into him, letting out a soft mewl at the heated contact you'd never experienced before. It didn't take long for the two of you to retreat back into Lo'ak's hideout, and only then did he pull away from you.

"J-just... gimme a sec..." He said nervously. You were a little dazed from your shared kiss, and both of you were starved for more. Lo'ak was doing his best to create a comfortable spot for the two of you to rest on, and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute it was. You walked over to where he was fretting, laying down and pulling him down with you.

It wasn't uncommon for Na'vi your age to mess around before bonding, even outside of an official courtship. However neither of you had ever wanted or even contemplated having fun with someone else. So you were both completely inexperienced. That didn't stop Lo'ak from doing to you all the things he'd been dreaming about for years.

Once he'd made sure you were comfortable, he began to worship every single part of you, committing every single inch of your skin to memory. The little sobs you let out when he started playing with your breasts, had him teasing you relentlessly until you were in tears. "L-Lo'ak... I'm sensitive there... please...!" You didn't know whether you were beginning him to stop or keep going.

He absolutely loved having you at his mercy in that way, but the sweet scent of your arousal had him finally relenting as he directed his attention to your glistening cunt. "Look at you, what a pretty little syulang, huh?" Lo'ak licked a stripe up your slit without as much as a warning, making you moan and tug at his braids. His eyes were completely transfixed by the sight of you, letting his fingers pet you gently at first. "I hope you know, your little syulang is all mine now... I don't plan on sharing you with anybody else." He growled possessively, before burying his face between your thighs to drink down the sweet nectar you couldn't seem to stop producing. "Y-yes... Lo'ak... all yours..." you whined softly, fully losing yourself into the pleasure he was so adamant to give you.

You were so foreign to the feeling of an orgasm approaching, you ended up squirting all over Lo'ak face. When he pulled away to look up at you with fully blown pupils, you were completely mortified at what just happened. You tried to pull away and apologise, but Lo'ak didn't let you second guess yourself for a second. He'd never been more turned on in his life. "No way, baby... can't have you saying that... this pretty little cunt deserves all the praise and care in the world... now stay still, I'm not finished..."

He lapped up all the slick that had been running down your thighs before attaching his lips to your folds once again. Soon, you were begging for him to claim you. All of you. While Lo'ak had been painfully hard the whole time, he hadn't thought about his own pleasure for a single second until then. His hands and even his sex were different to the ones of other Na'vi. He was afraid of disappointing you again, of not being up to the standard of what you needed.

"Lo'ak, please... I don't want you to take care of it by yourself..." you crawled over to him now, your shyness almost gone while his own insecurities were back. He let out a deep croon, holding you tight as you sat in his lap, your back against his chest. You tilted your head to the side so he could kiss and mark up you neck, all the while the two of you were rutting against each other. "You're already taking care of me..." He reassured you, but you still positioned yourself to line yourself up with his cock.

Lo'ak bit into your shoulder then, the feeling of your tight walls awakening a feral need to claim and breed inside of him. You were so small, you were struggling to even take him more than halfway, but Lo'ak was there to reassure you everything was perfect, you were perfect. "You're doing such a good job, yawne... fuck, fuck, fuck.... you're just so tight aren't you? Gonna have to ruin that cunt nice and proper first, if I you want to take me all the way..."

"Yes, Lo... I need it..." Lo'ak's words had you completely dumb and needy for him, and the two of you had just lost any semblance of self control you may have had until that point.

Your sweet and pliable nature give Lo'ak an immense sense of power and control over you. While it was undeniably hot to watch you struggle to take in the size of him, it was time to give both of you what you wanted. He gripped your hips tight and pulled almost all the way out before driving himself back in, loving the obscene sound of your wet walls dragging against him. You cried out his name, as he repeated the harsh motion, steadily driving himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

The two of you went at it for the entirety of the eclipse. The desire you had for each other was so desperate, the promise of feeling each other's pleasure once more was stronger than any ache in your body or sense of tiredness.

Waking up the following morning, you still felt the need for Lo'ak to mate you before the two of you had to once again go back to reality. This time, you finally managed to take him all the way and he thrust into you in one swift motion. The two of you were outside in the sunlight, your body trapped between Lo'ak's and the rough bark of the tree he'd pinned you against.

"Good girl... such a good girl... knew you could take me all the way..." Lo'ak praised you, pounding your raw and sensitive cunt, now able to make you feel every single inch of him. The pleasure was indescribable, even if you were overstimulated and sore from the previous night. You were calling out him name and begging him not to stop.

Unbeknownst to you, he'd dreamed about having you exactly like that the previous night.

[hairybirthdayclown]

v. astrology notes

*(not a pro. just for fun)

• chart ruler in gemini or at gemini degrees (3,15,27) are usually good at copying body movements - they could be really good dancers & catch on to choreography really quick. they're also good at copying reference photos if they're into art.

• i think people don't talk about how capricorn placements are escapists. something that truly pains them can be shrugged off not realizing that it can cause more problems. sort of the way pisces escapes reality with external influences, capricorns can escape their problems by ignoring them completely or creating more & fixing them as a distraction to gain back control.

• one stereotype that i've seen that is true about my life is that i have Uranus in the 9H & i'm going for university to study Computer Science which is quite satisfying to see icl. we'll see if the dropping out one is true down the line. 😃

• Mars & Saturn in the 2H...every piece of clothing of yours does not need to be from a labeled brand. you can buy normal clothes no one will notice i promise. then again, with Saturn 2H, people tend to critique & pick apart your taste like i'm doing now...sorry lol. carry on. though for Mars 2H, the sports wear needs to go.

• i think Chiron aspecting Venus are usually the ones with good intentions when approaching love matters no matter the sign of their Venus. they've been hurt before so i don't think they would try to intentionally hurt someone.

• i really admire libra placements because of their ability to tolerate all sorts of bs in order to gain the benefit. they're very goal driven & usually don't focus on the now, even if they're going through hell but are more focused on the end product. they're far from selfish though & are willing to compromise any situation.

• as a scorpio Mars, i prefer swimming & dancing/cardio as workout. i think i'll make a post about Mars persona chart observations in the near future.

• Saturn aspecting Neptune is always people projecting their fears onto you. Jupiter aspecting Neptune is people projecting their beliefs onto you.

• i've noticed people with Jupiter influence to the Moon were born in different locations from where they currently live. this is especially true if their Moon sign is cardinal. if fixed or mutable, results may vary.

thanks for reading :)

[y-vna]

Just so it's clear, one of my big dni crits is this:

TW: My rant includes HEAVY topics of ed (eating disorders) and intentionally starving yourself/unhealthy weight loss 🙁.

This post is also ULTRA long, will definitely contain grammar and spelling mistakes, and I'm not going to say 100% everything here is accurate information, as I'm a human and I make mistakes too.

Let me get this clear, I dont mean anyone harm with this post. My intention isn't to hate or attack/hurt anyone to make them feel upset. I know that having an ed is a serious matter. I have friends and family who actively have/had these kinds of eds, so im not uneducated on this subject and I do understand it to a very in-depth degree. This is not to say I know everything about this topic, however.

It is definitely not easy to recover from, and lots of people struggle from it every day. I am NOT saying people with this disorder are any less human than anyone else. I'm saying it's toxic for those who do have it since it actually harms your body a lot, and pushing it on others (not the fact you have it in the first place) is something I don't support.

So respectfully, if you do support/promote eds as a positive thing, or are/follow/interact with blogs who do, BLOCK ME AND DNI. thank you.

I love everyone for who they are inside, regardless of what their body looks like. And I'm telling you right now, as someone who tried so hard to have a perfect body and stop eating bc im super insecure, it's not worth it, and it makes you feel so shitty. I love you, whoever is reading this, no matter what. So please don't change who you are just to make others happy :( <3

--

So I was looking thru tumblr, and this one post kept getting shown to me where people were talking about basically the idea of: "its worth it to keep losing that undesired weight, you'll see results soon" as like a motivational thing. The tags (straight up tells you it's supposed to be inspo to becoming skinny and supports the idea having an ed is the only way to get a dream bod), and their whole blog had ed encouragement/motivation. To keep...starving, i guess.?? Despite their user being about being strong and healthy, nothing about this is healthy or keeps your body strong.

I didn't decide to write a whole rant about just that part of the post because I didn't start getting super concerned until i read the notes/comments (since i had seen a lot of these 'tw : ed' blogs before already). What I saw was that tons of users were promoting starving yourself as a goal and a good thing, and basically glorifying having an ed. And also using kpop idols with skinny and perfect figures like wonyoung to tell others that (almost a literal direct quote from this user-) 'us ed people don't want to be helped and we won't stop starving ourselves until we reach the weight we want.'

"You see it as negativity cause you're not disordered." KEEP IN MIND THE PERSON THEY'RE TALKING TO USED TO ACTUALLY HAVE AN ED (the screenshot below is the person they were talking to). I understand you can't push people to get help if they don't want it, but you have to draw a line when you start saying that every person with ed doesn't want help, which just isnt true. I looked at their blog, and it was all just calculating how many calories they ate and burned every day. Most of the posts they basically only totaled 300 calories a day. THAT IS SUPER SICK ☹️. An average human needs like 2000+ calories a day. It actively influences people to copy them by posting and blogging this SUPER unhealthy weight loss. It IS NOT positive on any level. It does nothing good for you. You won't feel any happier when you look in the mirror if all you can feel is pure hunger because you won't give your body what it needs. This is so sad to me because all the comments had people trying to ask how to start starving themselves, and every blog I clicked on all had ed triggers on their posts and bios. Some of those blogs were saying NOT to become like them because they can't see themselves recovering now that they're in too deep.

As said by people online who actually had and got through having an ed, they have explained it is very unhealthy and they were glad to recover. So even though I do not have an ed, and you might think I shouldn't be "judging" people who have them, there are plenty of formerly ed diagnosed people who know the bad effect it has on others/had on them because they can accurately relate. You can still educate people on a subject even if you yourself do not have to suffer from it/have it, as long as you're doing it properly with proven facts (literally all credible research you do anywhere backed by science and experts will prove eds aren't healthy). People educate themselves to teach others about other illnesses, ongoing or past wars in history, etc, they don't have firsthand experience with/from. And they can still be just as valid sometimes.

My whole point here is that on tumblr and so many other social media platforms, I keep seeing people (posts like this and whole blogs centered around this stuff,) encouraging (mainly young) girls to stop eating altogether to have a body that society and other people are more satisfied with. That's why, for a while, I also tried to do the same because of the people saying it was a positive thing to gain a bad relationship with food and start counting your calories to be perfect. I'm also someone who struggles with body image and being shamed for gaining weight. But at some point hou need to realize hurting your body and mental state is SO WRONG. NOBODY is perfect. So don't push you or anyone else to be. I learned this, and I get its super hard to ignore the judgment forced onto you by society and your surroundings, but there will be people who appreciate you just how you are now. Like me.

So with all that said, the moral here is:

Don't starve urself (on purpose. Bc some people genuinely have trouble eating and starve themselves non intentionally. I have friends who do this 😭)

You're perfect how u are now without being as slim as your idols (and even K-pop idols don't tell others usually to be like them because they know that their companies forcing them to strictly control their weight isn't something they want fans to look up to).

Don't force (potential) ed on others

Don't encourage unhealthy relationship with your body and food

I do support people with eds, as long as they aren't trying to make it something others should look up to, and aspire to have.

If you are someone who wants to normalize having an ed as healthy or positive, please do not interact with this blog and feel free to block me :(

Thank you for reading, have a good day and ily for whoever is reading this. 💗💖💓💕

[ominous-feychild]

What is the big question of your wip?

Like what is the glaring plot hole you have yet to fill?

Or the storyline you don't yet know how to end?

Sum that hole up in a one sentence question.

Depends on the WIP!

Tho I'll begin with: as far as I know, none of my WIPs have plot holes! Any time I notice one, I do my absolute best to find a way to fill it and have it actually make sense!

Although... I have a lot of things that look like plot holes, but are actually signs that Something's Off™ and subtle foreshadowing toward Plot Twists... 👀

RISING FROM THE ASHES

If there's any sort of “big questions” in RFtA, they'd have to be...

“What do people do against seemingly impossible odds? How far will they go for others, even at their own detriment? What could drive them to do that?”

Tho these are more of themes than plots, lol. The “plot questions” are pretty apparent. “Who caused the disaster; how and why?” “What's with all of the disappearances?” “What's Carmin's deal?” “What's Sammy's real backstory, and why is he hiding it? Who is he really?” “Why is Caron so evasive about certain questions? What is he hiding?”

Storyline-wise, I haven't decided the ultimate fates of each of the tertiary (and below) characters. I usually plan a LOT of my stories before I officially “start” them, and I almost always decide the direction I'm going to take a character's arcs before I get too deep into it.

The MCs and secondary characters (who I personally think are very important, lol) all have their arcs pretty planned out, but those beyond that? Not so much lol.

WAVES OF MISFORTUNE

If there's any sort of “big questions” in Waves, they'd have to be...

“What happens if you keep running away from your past? How long can you run away before it catches up to you... emotionally or literally? And is it worth it?”

Tho these are more of themes than plots, haha. The “plot questions” are pretty easy to recognize. “Why's Flavie amnesiac, what's her connection to the disaster, who was she before, and what's with her incredible power?” and “What's Benji hiding? Who is he really?” are the most obvious ones lol.

Most of all of their storylines are still up in the air, it's part of why it's less of a focus than RFtA, lol. Though I have a lot of the first book's plot planned out, and it ties in with both RFtA and SaS!

Guess that's what happens when you're a bunch of sailors, and you're connected with major characters of both stories!

(Caron and Soren)

THE ARCANE RIFTS

*looks at the fact that I have the first 3 books pretty much planned out* *looks back @ the camera*

I wonder! 😳😉

But! If there's any sort of “big questions” in TPC, they'd have to be...

“What gives someone value? Is anyone allowed to answer that question? And, if someone doesn't have value, does that mean they don't deserve help or to live? What is more meaningful: someone's actions or the results? What is strength really, and which kinds matter?”

There's way too many plot questions to even begin to list them here lmao. Most everyone's backstories are slowly revealed and lowkey (if not actually major) plot twists, or explain a LOT of their motives and actions previously taken. Gene himself, the MC, is especially a mystery!

And one of my favorite characters altogether! 👀😂

I'm not sure about a lot of things past book 4 of TPC (the series tAR—the first book—is in), but uh... I'm sure I don't have to explain why I'm not really focusing on them any time soon, haha.

SUN AND SHADOW

If there's any sort of “big questions” in SaS, they'd have to be...

“Are good intentions enough to justify bad actions? Are positive results enough to justify wrongdoings? Who's worthy of forgiveness, and why? Is it wrong to take revenge against those who hurt you? How far can you go in revenge, and how many bystanders can you hurt—or how much can you hurt them—before you become the villain?”

SaS is literally a detective mystery... though RFtA is technically one, too, and tAR has a secondary plotline of one, lol. Point is: there's a LOT of questions in SaS, haha, and I don't think you want me to get started!

I'm uncertain the ultimate paths of all of the characters besides Valyarus!

Val's ultimate fate is sealed. 👀

Besides that, I have all of their paths in Book 1, Sun and Shadow itself, planned, haha.

... aaaaand a lot of how they'll unfold further in Book 2.

I might plan too much.

Hope you enjoyed this, and sorry it took so long!

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Hu Tao x Doctor!Reader

CW: Swearing, Male!Reader. I wonder who will catch all 4 references? Tips: One book, one comic book, one animation, one real life case. If someone does, they'll get a gold star from me! :D

I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF-

What a pairing. The bright and sunny funeral director, Hu Tao, and the cynical but still good doctor Y/N. 

One benefits from ended lives, the other from saving them… This poses a fair amount of questions, doesn't it? 

No wonder, then, that you're not as popular as doctor Baizhu, especially with kids. Though honesty is usually considered a virtue, well… Let's say that it's not the case here. 

Though some call you a quack, Baizhu and Changsheng see the truth. You have good intentions, you have the necessary skill and knowledge, but all the years of not-so-casual field work desensitized you quite a bit. 

Y/N: Let me tie this, and we can begin.  Milelith soldier: Gods it hurts… Just… Just hurry, doctor. Please… I don't know if I can take it…  Y/N: Don't worry, my friend. You will manage, worst case you pass out. A leg is still better than your life, right?  Milelith soldier: I suppose…  Y/N: I learned from the best. My professor in Fontaine could make an amputation in just about 153 seconds, can you believe that? Truly impressive.  Milelith soldier: Oh… I see… How so?  Y/N: Impressive in the sense that it allowed the only case of 300% mortality rate to occur.  Milelith soldier: W-what does that mean?  Y/N: It's a funny story, let me tell you! A bystander died of a heart attack while witnessing the procedure, the patient later died of gangrene, and the saw cut off the fingers of the doctor's assistant, who later died of gangrene as well. That's skill, isn't it? Three for the price of one!  Milelith soldier: ...  Y/N: Well, not that funny. But don't fret, he saved more lives than he ended. Anyway, we'll take our time. Can't have any of you dying, can I?  Soldiers: *nervous laugh* Y/N: Here, bite down on this. And you two - hold him, just in case. 

Due to your skill in general medicine and surgery, especially the emergency variety, Ningguang deemed you to be a most valuable asset to Liyue. Putting up with your unsettling remarks and dark jokes is nothing when compared to all the lives you save regularly, especially among the Milelith and miners. 

Just… Why do you seem to actively try to undermine your fairly good public image? It's Hu Tao's influence, no doubt about that. 

Hu Tao: Buy a coffin, and the second will cost you nothing!  Y/N: But wait! Before you pass, take those pills to help with gas! 

The two of you are probably the most well-known couple in Liyue. Some find your complementary quirkiness adorable, while others keep a safe distance. Your demeanor may be unusual, to say the least, but the statistics speak for themselves - the essentially non-existent mortality rate of your procedures earns you respect amongst those you've helped. 

Some think of your sense of humor as harmful, but you'll hear the opposite if you ask your patients. A joke, even if it's gallows humor, can help immensely.

Hu Tao likes your sense of humor, though she can't help but worry a little. The stories are told in a funny way, but the topics are rarely such. 

Y/N: I have your test results, sir.  Old man: Please make haste, doctor. I don't have all day.  Y/N: Aw shucks, who told you? 

She understands how exhausting your profession is, how mentally challenging it may be. There are people you can't save, no matter how hard you try. There are those that can be, but they disobey your orders. If you make mistakes, you're always the one to blame. They rarely recognise your effort. More - some treat you as a fraud, a killer in disguise. 

Y/N: Have you heard of the surgeon's regularity, Hu?  Hu Tao: Aiya, do tell!  Y/N: If the patient dies, it's your fault. If they live, it's a miracle. 

Hu Tao loves listening to the many stories you've gathered over the years! 

The skill you hold in the field of medicine earned you the respect of many throughout the nations - commoners, aristocrats, generals, and even the Raiden Shogun herself. Due to your priceless service in the Shogunate's army, your Hydro Vision was never taken away, and you, even as an outlander, got the full freedom of movement and social rights in Inazuma. 

With your actions, you showed the Inazumans that a doctor isn't a coward. You attended the battles sometimes, standing alongside the other soldiers. They say it's bravery, but… Truly, the battlefield is the biggest test compound there is! 

Kujou Sara: Doctor! Are you sure this will work?  Y/N, firing up a Hydro beam: Hahaha, I have no idea! 

You finished med school in Fontaine, your homeland. You earned your license and started your career there, but you weren't very popular amongst the public and the officials. The reason? Well… 

Y/N: Ladies and gentlemen, have you wondered how you can serve science? Serve medicine? Serve mankind? Well, do I have an offer for you! In fact, we doctors are not sure how some things inside us humans work, and what we use can, at times, look like black magic, but rest assured - it's just ignorance. How can you assist us in making progress then, you ask? Sign this waver today! With a flick of your wrist you can donate your body to science and be the stepping stone for ground breaking progress! We'll crack you open after you kick the bucket, see what makes you tick, stitch you back up nice and tidy and give you back. Your family will get a compensation of 100 000 Mora. More - sign it now, ladies and gentlemen, and get a free wine voucher! Tell me, isn't that the offer of a lifetime? 

Anyway, that's how you lost your medical license. You were 'unprofessional', they said. 

After that you went to Inazuma, spending a year there before moving on to the land of wisdom. The researchers of Sumeru quickly recognised your experience, and looked into granting you an official license in an alternative procedure. Amurta professors were impressed by your ability to do your job with even the most bare-bones of tools, in harsh conditions, and succeed at treatment at the same time. 

Y/N, cooking up a rudimentary antidote: Don't stress, Y/N. It's just a tiny scorpion sting. Just a little life-and-death scenario. No reason to panic.  Eremite, choking: Doc… tor, that's n-not my name…  Y/N: Yeah, I know. 

While the paperwork was in progress, you visited Natlan for some time. It was the true unofficial test of your skills. Tropical diseases, the immense heat, the endless flood of combat wounds… But you just rolled up your sleeves and got to work, just like in Inazuma. 

Y/N: ... and I tell her: sorry, I can't treat you - I'm a family doctor, and you're an orphan!  Both: *laughter* Y/N: Whew… Anyway, that's why they kicked me out of the Teyvatian Association for Children's Medicine. Gladiator: Some folk can't take a joke huh… Um, doctor? Should I be awake for this?  Y/N: Haha, well… No. But since you already are, can you help me open up your chest cavity? I can't… seem… to…  Gladiator: *scream* Y/N: Oh, don't be such a Treasure Hoarder. Ribs grow back!  Gladiator: I don't think so… You sure, doctor?  Y/N: Yeah, if trimmed. You don't need it to survive. But that'll be another 75k.  Gladiator: Eh, do it doc. My insurance will cover it.  Y/N: I hope so! Else… *cracks knuckles*

The Akademiya offered you the place of the leader of an exchange project with The Fatui of Snezhnaya, due to your extensive experience in the field. You agreed, of course. In the land of Cryo you learned about gunshot wounds, frostbite and radiation poisoning (stemming from equipement factories), adding their treatment to your already long list of capabilities. The competition was possibly the biggest in Teyvat, since Fatui doctors and medics are the best money can buy. 

Electrohammer Vanguard: Job twoju mat’... Fuck… It hurts like a bitch… Y/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. A little quieter, please? A mistake now would be fatal. Electrohammer Vanguard: S-sorry… ugh… That’s my first gunshot, d-doctor… Y/N: Oh, don’t worry. Mine as well :) Electrohammer Vanguard: … Y/N: Now, can I get my hydrogen peroxide back? I hope you left some for the wound…

Mondstadt was pretty dull and boring. There weren’t nearly as many traumatic injuries as in the other nations, and the diseases weren’t even half as lethal as malaria, cholera and typhus you faced in Sumeru and Natlan. That moment of peace allowed you to reflect on your life and experiences, as well as finally enjoy your hard earned fortune. 

Y/N: Take two of those throughout the week. If the symptoms don’t let up, come back and I’ll give you stronger ones. Kaeya: Thank you, doctor. May I ask something? Y/N: Sure. Kaeya: How did you become a doctor in the first place? Was it the salary, or perhaps a moral reason? Y/N: Hm. Duty, I think. I do what needs to be done. I didn’t have much time to reflect on it before. There’s always something to do. But even if I complete what is necessary, I still think back to what I did. Long days of waiting usually follow. It will come out if the treatment works, or if the surgery was a success. And just then, when the tension and joy leave my body - just then I realize what are the odds. 1: 400 000. It’s laughable. But for everyone their life is everything they have, so perhaps trying makes sense. 

And so you ended up in Liyue, the last nation on your list. It wouldn’t be your final destination if not for her. In Hu Tao you found a soulmate, someone who shared your sense of humor, someone who understood you. 

Painfully aware of how limited your time among the living is, you and her make the most out of it. 

Thanks for reading!

[mushroomwoods]

never say goodbye

The sailor finally learned of a secret that roamed among the group and he wasn't happy about it, after all, who, if not him, would even dare to get so close to you? He would make sure it wasn't that wolf.

character — Wind, platonic.

cw — platonic yandere, wind is a warning in itself, feral little gremlin has too many traumas to take care of.

as always, @wayfayrr big brain ideas makes me spiral into madness and this is the latest result of it. and my opinion stands strong, platonic yanderes are fucking scary, they could ruin your fucking life if it meant you would never look away from them <3

kinda noticing how I'm turning mostly into a dark content blog too, oh dear, that wasn't the intention.

The sailor wasn't stupid like some liked to paint him as. It was only natural for him to discover what was the nature of Wolfie's existence when the rancher was always so secretive about it.

The man had come clean to him when he noticed the boy was too near the truth, after all, he trusted him like a younger sibling, he knew he wouldn't do anything to use it against him.

But maybe it was a mistake.

He must have underrated the sailor possible bolts of jealousy when he said something like that to him.

At first it was okay, but he started acting gloomier by the day when you didn't pay him any mind in order to play with the group's wolf. When it came to that, Twilight unfortunately knew it was only a matter of time until the bubble of rose tinted lens burst.

And for the first time, anyone in the group had ever seen Wind cry.

Not that he wasn't easy to read, he was more open than most in the group and always relied into some of the others when in need of help, it was endearing how he acted like the younger sibling when he noticed it would alleviate the tension, even when it was apparent how much he hated acting like it.

But he was strong.

There was no doubt about it, some could even argue that the boy would stand among the heroes with the most mental fortitude, as there was hardly anything that could set him off, even in the middle of battle.

But the scene unfolding right now was nothing short of a surprise.

The boy clung to your clothes as he muttered something incoherent, tears streaming down his face as his grip around one of your writs turned bruising. You winced and Twilight turned frantic.

“Wait, Wind, [Name] is in pain.” The ordonian tries to approach, but the glare he receives from the boy is enough to make him stop.

“Don't you fucking dare!” Wind snarled, showing his teeth and any reproach Wars had about his language, died when he noticed just how shaken up he was.

“Hey sailor, what got into you suddenly.” Four didn't move from his spot near the clearing, but the youngest head whipped to him so harshly you feared he would hurt himself.

“Like you're one to talk, smith. I bet someone like you was into like the rest of you all.” His voice was firm, but the tears just continued to cascade relentlessly. “I bet you all would just leave me out of it and try to take away all the things I love, like they always do.”

A sob broke from his throat and finally his facade crumbled, as his eyes ran back to you, filled with so much desperation you couldn't help but hug the boy, who sniffled into your chest.

“[Name], please, don't leave, please... I'll be good, I promise.” You shushed him quietly, running your hand over his hair as the other patted his back.

“Hey now... why would I leave?” His eyes lifted to meet you, wet lashes brushing and peeking through his bangs. “I won't leave you, don't worry.” You smiled reassuringly and he nodded softly, his hand around your wrist finally letting go as he hugged you again, now nuzzling into you.

You looked in confusion to the rest of the group, but there was no answer from their part. Twilight eyes avoided yours and Time sighed, impatient, but not words were uttered to calm your nerves.

It was a strange night, and you could notice how ever since that day the youngest was more and more protective over you, turning especially harsh when Wolfie tried to approach you, but no one said a thing to dimiss his paranoia, as you could only follow along his whims, since anything you said to go against his wishes would make the usually so energetic boy tremble and cry in fear you would abandon him.

At some point you understood that what you said to him as only a mean to calm him down, was now a promise binding the two of you together.

[fairytail-whathesays]

Oh? Now I'm curious about your specific ideas about Macbeth, if you don't mind sharing those too

Also! Take the time you need. And good luck on your job

In order to rationalize my way through this ship, I'm gonna go into Midnight a little bit and my personal thoughts on him. Check the content warning tags.

Midnight, to me, displays acute symptoms of PTSD from his time in the Tower; all of the Seis have this going for them, of course, but Midnight's is the worst. He exercises hyper-vigiliance through both his magic and mannerisms, and his intense sadism to me is probably a reflection (pun intended) of the overtly violent place he was raised in.

Midnight has very warped and unhealthy concepts of love, as well. I believe he gets better about this as the Seis as a whole do, but it was him that was most attached to Brain and feared abandonment by him the most.

As a result, I feel like it would be difficult if not outright impossible for Midnight, as he currently is, to create a healthy and lasting relationship. I don't think it's impossible forever, but I think any relationship he tried to have would likely have to be filtered through his various issues with control, domination, and sadism. You thought Cobra was a briefcase full of issues with relationships? Midnight is a whole nother story. He carries the knives used against him in his skin and flesh and soul and lets them out against the outside world to feel in control.

With this in mind, and affecting how he shows any affection and what it takes for him to do, then we can start seeing whether Laxus would play ball:

Midnight, before he can even begin conceptualizing genuine affection (because he will categorize it as a mere playful interest before anything else) goes through about ten layers of domination first.

When he finds "prey" he "likes", his intent is to keep them and amuse himself by opening them up, both emotionally and physically. Even if he were to feel a real love for someone it would likely be couched in these terms and put through these lenses first. He wants to hurt his lover. He wants to see them bleed. He wants to look down on them, look into their eyes, and see himself reflected back, standing tall and clean and unbroken.

With that in mind, here's the filters that all potential people get strained through, and what makes Midnight start paying attention to a person:

Immaculate appearance: Midnight takes extreme precision care of his own appearance, not one single eyelash out of place. People that have their own sense of style and seem to keep themselves in perfect presentability are the first choices. He wants someone who understands the pains he goes through to be the person he presents as. Laxus tenuously passes this benchmark.

Strong-willed and tough: Any potential lover of Midnight needs to be able to take a lot before breaking--both physically and emotionally. An opponent is no fun to break if they're weak and fold on the first round, and can't withstand the games he plays. Laxus passes this benchmark.

Low-energy, non-chaotic: Midnight likes being able to predict and counter another's decisions, and this is incorporated into his style of love just as much as anything else. He dislikes unpredictability and having to second-guess people, and dislikes excess noise for sure. Laxus tenuously passes this benchmark.

Once those three filters are passed, then we move on to what Midnight wants when he's serious about a person:

The true goal of the mistreatment Midnight puts a lover through isn't necessarily to win outright--as this reinforces his idea of his lover being beneath him and, therefore, unable to fully understand him--but nor is it to be endured and shaken off, as that gives the impression he wasn't enough to truly matter to his lover. What his ultimate endgame is when doing this sado-masochism tango is finding someone who will take all he has to give, bend under its weight and cry out against its sharpness, and crumple...but get back up.

The subconscious message received from this is the one Midnight needs, which is that what he's been through is terrible (true and valid), but that he can get back up from it (also true and valid).

Can Laxus provide this?

I don't know, and it kind of depends on the scenario. I have an AU resting in the word doc void where Laxus gets picked up by Tartaros or Grimoire Heart instead of wandering the land and improving as a person.

What if that was the Oracion Seis instead? Kind of hard to figure, because it happens so soon after the Fantasia arc, but let's suppose that that's where it went. Maybe Laxus actually tried to do good and take down a dark guild by himself. It's not outside monstrous power like his, and Brain is just arrogant enough to hire him thinking he can counteract any infiltration tactics by Laxus.

Maybe he thinks that because Cobra can hear Laxus' thoughts, he doesn't have to worry. Maybe he doesn't realize that Cobra can hear all of Laxus' thoughts, including the intimate details of dragonslaying lacrimae that Brain didn't share. Or that Cobra will hear thoughts he actually likes.

Maybe he thinks that because Angel can mimic anyone she likes, and can access their secrets, she'll sabotage him before he can do anything. Maybe he doesn't count on her coming to actually like him, too.

Maybe he thinks that because Laxus is so beaten down after getting excommunicated from Fairy Tail, that Midnight can relegate him to a plaything that isn't to be worried about and prey on his fears enough to destroy any treasonous thoughts.

Maybe Midnight didn't anticipate pushing Laxus so hard he actually lashed out and gave him a taste of raw unfiltered power, maybe not giving him what he wanted but proving in a roundabout way that Midnight's games have two players, and that neither one has to choose to play. And suddenly Midnight can't sleep so easily with what he's done to people, when someone he claims to love but openly mistreats sleeps lightly nearby.

I think they would break up badly if it happened this way. But I think humbling Midnight early on might actually be healthy for him, and Laxus too, if the lesson Laxus takes from it is that domination of the weak actually really sucks.

And Laxus would forever be resented as the beast Midnight couldn't tame and got away. And maybe only then does he realize he actually loved Laxus beyond just making prey or a plaything out of him.

[majaloveschris]

Maja, can I just say how much I agree with you, and every point you've made. I honestly saw the bullying from the beginning of this whole thing, and I never, and still don't, understand it. I think it's people's way of hitting below the belt, and I don't think that's okay. I understand that people are exhausted with this entire situation, and I don't blame them for being exhausted.

I think the fandom has been through a lot with this situation, but I always saw blogs on here going after his looks, and saying demeaning things about his appearance, and it honestly left me disgusted. A lot of blogs actions and aggressiveness has left me disgusted. I understand calling out someone's hypocrisy, but the amount of meanness is just so unnecessary to me. It's gotten to the point where I just don't visit a lot of blogs anymore because that kind of hostility has just become way too much. There's no need for it, in my opinion.

It's why your blog is one of the very few I read from time to time. No matter the asks, you answer them strongly, and respectively. You give valid points, but you never turn things hostile, and I've never seen you bully Chris, or anyone. All that ridiculing his hairline, or his skin, or his teeth...it's uncalled for. I get people are angry for their own reasons, and I'm not saying that whatever anger or hurt they feel as a result of this situation is invalid, but I don't think people realise that to go that low, and to have that kind of nasty reaction says a lot about them as people. You can make your point of why you don't agree, stand strong in it and then just move on. There's no need to be so crass.

I've never believed in wishing harm on people, I just don't understand that kind of immature behaviour, and I just think there's really no need for it, because at the end of the day, people will eventually reap what they sew. But I don't think he's a bad guy. I just think he's a guy who got a little too comfortable in his lifestyle, foolishly and blindly trusted a lot of no good intention people around him, and made a mistake.

And this isn't talking about what's come out about her, because that kind of stuff I definitely don't agree with either, and it needed to be called out, 100%. But those of us who are on the side of PR believe it's fake, and we have our reasons and evidence for why we believe it's fake, so we state those things, and leave it at that. The other stuff is just wasted breath. And let's be honest, when this is over, these people are all going to go their separate ways and life goes on. It's a brutal, sad fact, but we can't deny it's a fact nonetheless.

I know people might read this, and think I'm taking up for him, and you know what, that's okay. We all have our opinions; at least I presented mine in a respectful, non-hostile way. But I do hope, once all of this is officially done, there can be accord again. And I know the people who want to hate on him will disagree with me, and that's okay too, but I do hope things get better for him down the road. Call me foolish, but I just don't agree with wishing harm or bad things on people. It's not a personality trait of mine, and I refuse to make it one.

Thanks Maja for letting me say my views on the matter. Keep doing what you're doing on your blog, because it's a great example of what a mod should be.

I agree with you. I get that people are exhausted and so tired of this situation that they decide to leave. I also understand if they can't support him anymore. I get it. However, bullying him because of his hairline and teeth is so unnecessary. These things aren't something new; he's been like this for years, and people didn't seem to care about it until he got involved with Alba. Or at least I didn't see it. Seeing some people talk about this and reading a few emails in my inbox about his appearance make it look like people only mention those things because they are mad at him.

I think holding him accountable is really important, and calling him out for hypocrisy and for being associated with people like them is also important. However, his physical appearance has nothing to do with the situation. Bullying him for how he looks is so unnecessary and unkind, and it makes it look like all the other concerns are just brought up from jealousy, which is not true.

I also don't think he is a bad guy. Was he stupid to get into this? Yes. Was this whole thing a terrible idea? Yes. I think his fears and insecurities got him into this situation. That, combined with him thinking he can trust those around him and that they would want the best for him, and the poor partner choice, was the perfect recipe for disaster. And as you said, I also don't want to baby him; however, saying that he's lied about everything in the past 20+ years is, in my opinion, a huge reach. If he was anything like Alba and her friends, we would"ve known about it before she was in the picture. Nobody can pretend to be someone for that long. Nobody can hide their true selves for decades. And he wouldn't always be able to play a role on sets, either.

I guess this whole situation is really hard, because I get that people are disappointed; we all are. I get that people are mad; we all are. But I do think some people take it too far.

[keelt9]

Special Chapter 2

At (Mavercik Pov)

Masterlist

“Rooster, wait.” He stops and walks back where I was. “Are you friends?” He raises her eyebrows but a second later he narrows his eyes. 

“Why?” I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

“Just because.” He observes side to side and answers with confidence.

“I like her.” The answer he gives me hits me down and he notices. “It’s strange and I’m still confused but I…I don’t know, she is, she is…I don’t know Mav.” 

I know who she is and that’s the problem. 

“Why? What’s wrong?” He left me with no words, and I need time to think what to do or say. “Don’t play games with her, don’t fool her and most importantly, don’t hurt her.”

I just started to walk but he didn’t finish the conversation. “What’s the deal that everyone has with me and her?” I stop but no turning back, I know he is not finished. “Nat and Penny warn me the same, and I’m pretty sure if I tell Jake he will kick my ass. Is it because of me or is it because she…” I stopped him before he said things didn’t mean. 

“Rooster.” I see straight to his eyes. “Unless you have the intention of being her friend, don't mess around her, you understand?” I ignite something in his eyes. “Nothing good will result if you have other intentions.” I enter the building leaving him with doubts and anger but any broken heart for both of them.

Tom is like a guardian angel to me, no matter what. As the years pass by he always make me feel part of his family, protect me and guide me when I’m stubborn and reckless, when he married and his daughter came to the world she also became a light in my life, watching her grown up; and she found in me a trustful a person, a backup in her most important decision meant a lot to me, that’s why I understand the concerns and worries from her parents about the high possibility she fall in love with some aviator. 

“I don’t see the problem the two of you see.” Sarah says. 

“That’s why I behave after meeting you darling.” Tom says tingle his finger with hers. “And Pete, well, he seems to finally start to settle down.” I smile at both of them. “I’m worried she will get hurt again.” Tom had worried eyes. “She already lost Riley and suffered a hell, if someone breaks her heart one more time just for fun, what if she can put her back again?” 

After a couple of minutes Sarah excused herself and went to sleep, leaving us with a bottle of wine and delicious snacks on the table. 

“You don’t think you overprotect her?” I ask Tom and he drinks his wine. 

“Tell me you don’t think the same.” I actually do. “Y/N is my whole world, she put her in the front line when she entered the navy and I’m ok with that, it’s her dream, I won’t cut her wings, but her heart it’s a totally different thing. We know better than anyone how we had fun when we were young pilots, all the games, ladies that come and go and unfortunately someone we left with a broken heart. Y/N runs the double of risk, she didn’t just meet aviators, they are her partners, one thing is she will have a broken heart and with luck she never sees that guy again but if is a pilot from here well the chances of her not seeing him again are low.” He has that look in his face, a face I just only see when he is talking with a totally staidness.

“I overprotect her because I already saw what lost someone she loves can cause in her, and lost someone she loves just because that person is just having a good time or curiosity will destroy her Pete.” He gets back in his chair. 

“I can’t protect her in what she does but if I can avoid a pain of this kind I will do it, just like I respect your choice regardless Bradley, I hope you respect mine.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “Please.” I nod but ad. 

“If I can, I promise I will keep an eye on her too.”

I never picture, not even in my dreams I have to protect her from the boy considered like a son to me. 

I must confess when Y/N arrived at night with a notorious curiosity, it increased my anxiety. Maybe Tom and I were already late and something was growing deeply between them. That's why I asked her directly what the relationship was. I fool myself just for a couple of minutes. After she was gone I recall the way her eyes switched in panic to recover their calm to answer me. 

We’re not that late but something is already happening between them. 

“What should I do?” I see the picture of Goose and me. “He’s an amazing kid, don’t take it wrong.” I laugh just imagining how Gosse and Carol probably could be looking at me with judgy eyes. “It’s just Y/N is… has been through hell, that almost took her aways from us.”

I remember all the nights I could hear her crying in her room, the days where I practically begged to make at least one full meal and the days she was a body walking around the house.

“I can’t avoid thinking maybe Tom is right… Maybe we should protect her from a pain like this.” I took a photo of Carol and Goose. “Maybe, the secrets without realizing… already are protecting her.”