#I LOVE THESE BOIS SO MUCH THEY BRING ME SO MUCH JOY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

[oddogoblino]

Fanart doodle dump for @ayyy-imma-ninja !! As a thank you for bringing lots of joy with her creations ^^ her works seriously are just absolute, pure serotonin in art form

The second one includes my oc Sergio in this au, reacting to meeting Sunny. He's so tired though that he might forget he was real & not just a dream after he takes a nap. Still, at least he's experiencing true happiness for a little bit!

[roturo]

✒ LOML ⋆⭒˚.⋆ (geto's version)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ sypnosis: You and Suguru Geto were once inseparable, bound by shared dreams and laughter. As time passed, the warmth of those days faded into distant echoes, leaving behind only the haunting traces of a love that once was. Feeling the touch of someone closer made you feel real again. But nothing lasts forever, right?

warnings: smut, unprocteted sex, angst, widow!reader, cult!geto suguru, mentions of ptsd, mentions of death, time passes, soulmate!geto suguru, reader x gojo satoru, mentions of past, let me know if i missed smt.

A/N: okay so, i just broke my back at dance but dw guys i just finished this request so i'll upload it, that means it’s npr— i dont know if yall will get my idea but i made a try, reblog and leave a comment for support !

The bell rang, reminding you how you felt once at the end of another day at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical School. Amid the crowd of other sorcerers streaming out of the classrooms, you and Suguru Geto stood out as high school sweethearts. You were inseparable, sharing laughs, secrets, and dreams of a future together. Your friends always snickered about when you would marry and have kids. Gojo claimed he would love to see a mini version of yourself and… well, his best friend.

Years passed, and true to the bets, you and Suguru were married in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by friends and loved ones. The months that followed were filled with joy and love, building a life together that you had once only dreamed of.

But life has a way of taking unexpected turns. As Suguru delved deeper into the world of curses and his cursed technique, his views began to shift. He started to question the very fabric of the world, why he should risk his life to save his and yours, just because of some dumb curses humans create by bringing evil into this world.

"Suguru, what's happening to you?" you asked one evening, your voice stern with concern. He had been distant lately, his once warm eyes now cold and calculating.

"I'm becoming something greater," he replied, his tone flat and emotionless but his face was displaying a sophisticated smirk. "A savior for the sorcerers of this world."

"W-what do you mean?" you asked. "What about the plans we made before getting married?"

Suguru turned to you, a flicker of the old him flashing in his eyes at the memories before it disappeared with a tilt of his head to the side. "We were just kids, babe," he said, almost dismissively with a smile. "Those were dreams of a different time. Ever since I stopped relating to the jujutsu society and more with people of our kind, I finally understand the real meaning of this world and us in it."

“I don’t mind, it takes time, Suguru.”

“You and I went from one kiss to getting married and you think I wouldn’t do this for our world? Our kind? For us?!”

His words cut deep, a painful reminder of the widening chasm between you. Despite your attempts to reach him, Suguru continued down his dark path, growing more entangled in his cult and his delusions of grandeur. The man you had fallen in love with seemed to vanish, replaced by a stranger who saw himself as a legendary figure, destined to reshape the world.

One night, after another heated argument, you woke up startled from another bad dream. He stood before you, a shadow of his former self. "I'm doing this for us, for a better world," he insisted.

He used to think you were better safe than starry-eyed. But you have never felt aglow—never before and never since.

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face unconsciously. "No, Suguru. You're doing this for yourself. You're not the man I married."

He paused, looking at you with a mixture of anger and sadness. "Maybe you're right. But it's too late to change now."

The anguish in his voice was almost too much to bear. You reached out, hoping to find a trace of the boy you once knew, but you couldn’t touch him, every time he felt even farther away from you.

"Suguru, please," you whispered, your voice breaking. "We can still fix this. We can go back to how things were."

He shook his head slowly. "No, we can't. We've come too far. But remember what I said last time? I will never let this get in the way of yo—of us. You’re the love of my life.”

His words echoed in the empty space between you, a final, bitter nail in the coffin of your once bright future. As you blinked and gained full consciousness after waking up, you felt a part of yourself break, knowing that the man you loved was lost to a darkness you couldn't understand or see.

And yet, here you were, standing alone in the ruins of what once was, clutching the shards of a dream that had shattered beyond repair. The emptiness inside you grew, consuming the remnants of hope you clung to, leaving behind an ache that seemed to echo in the hollow spaces of your heart.

He was gone, but his ghost lingered, a painful reminder of the love that was and the love that could never be again.

He wasn’t there anymore, was he?

Holy ghost, he told you he was the love of your life. 

About a million times.

Years later, as you stood alone in the quiet of your home, now a dorm back in the school buildings as you decided to work for those sorcerers who started feeling like your loved one, you reflected on the boy you had once loved and the man he had become. The memories of your high school days seemed like a distant dream, a time when you were just kids, full of hope and promise.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Your breaths and moans mingled, hot and desperate, as Gojo's lips traced a path down your neck while humping his hard cock on the slippery sweet cunt of yours. His touch was familiar, yet foreign, as if you were trying to grasp a memory that slipped through your fingers like sand.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be swept away in the moment. You could feel Gojo's need in the way he whispered your name, like he was asking for permission for something, or… someone. His voice, usually so confident and teasing, held a whine that made your heart ache with a confusing blend of longing and sorrow.

His hands roamed over your body with a practiced ease, yet every touch felt like a plea, a silent question of whether this could ever be enough. His lips traced familiar paths down your neck and across your collarbone, igniting sparks that threatened to consume you whole. 

Once he finally thrust inside you, both of you moaned out loud and made you open your eyes with a blurry sight, contemplating his dark hair falling on your face while he moved within you. A feeling of completeness invaded your tummy as you whimpered when he touched that spot inside of you.

“Please,” you whispered, but it sounded like a desperate call to the ghost of your past. The reality of the present and the memory of the past blurred, creating a disorienting whirlpool of emotions. “I got it baby… just– Mhm-I”  The touch felt so good and… right. You lost yourself in the feeling as tears started drowning your eyes in a mix of emotions.

Gojo's grip tightened as he felt your tears, his whispered name of yours almost a chant, a plea wrapped in longing and regret. The confusion of your feelings deepened—did he really say your name?

You looked back at him, his cold but reassuring black purplish eyes invading the light coming from the lamp as it was the only thing that shined for you. The way his hair fell, the curve of his lips as he groaned, it all felt too familiar and too alien at once. Your climax and his were getting closer, moans escalating in volume as you both sought a release that felt more like an escape.

When your impressionist paintings of Heaven turned out to be fakes, it was as if the vibrant colors of your love had faded into a monochrome nightmare. You had been sold a get-love-quick scheme, and the ink bled into a mess of confusion and heartache.

As you finally reached your high with a shared kiss, Gojo cleaned you up in silence and gave you a water bottle. It was over. You lay there, entwined in Gojo’s arms, feeling his hair cover a part of his chest as you leaned down your head on it.

When you woke up, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. You were naked, tangled in the sheets, Gojo's arm still draped over you. The events of the night before replayed in your mind, and the stark reality hit you like a punch to the gut. It hadn't been him; it was never him.

You had been digging up the past, trying to revive a love that was long dead. The realization washed over you, cold and unforgiving. You should've let it stay buried. The feelings you were trying to resurrect were entombed with the boy you once loved, and no amount of closeness with Gojo could bring them back to life.

The night had been a cruel reminder that some ghosts could never be laid to rest, and the void left by his absence was one that Gojo could never fill.

As you stared out at the morning light coming through the window, you knew that you had to find a way to move forward, even if it meant leaving the past behind. The touch of Gojo's arms around you, once comforting, now felt like chains binding you to memories you could never escape. The warmth of his body next to yours only highlighted the cold emptiness within, a void that grew larger with every passing moment.

The room, now bathed in the soft glow of dawn, felt like a cage. Each shadow seemed to whisper the name of the boy you had lost, each ray of light a painful reminder of a future that would never be. You could still feel the echo of his touch on your skin, a ghostly caress that lingered long after the night had ended.

Gojo stirred beside you, his arm tightening around your waist in a sleepy embrace. You glanced back at him, his serene expression a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you. He had tried to fill the void, to be the light in your darkness, but the shadows of the past were too strong, too overwhelming.

You gently extricated yourself from his grasp, moving silently to avoid waking him. As you stood by the window, the first rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. It was a tear for the love you had lost, for the boy who had once been your world, and for the man who now lay beside you, trying to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.

The realization was stark and unforgiving: no matter how much you tried to move forward, the past would always be a part of you, a haunting reminder of what could have been. And as the morning light washed over you, you knew that the journey ahead would be long and painful, but it was a path you had to walk alone.

With a deep breath, you turned away from the window, determination settling in your heart. The ghosts of the past would always linger, but you had to find a way to live with them, to find peace in the midst of the storm. And maybe, just maybe, you would find a way to heal.

“Suguru,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, “promise me something.”

Suguru’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his eyes reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. “Anything,” he replied, his tone sincere and tender.

“Promise me you’ll never put anyone or anything above us,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “That we’ll always come first.”

Suguru took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. “I’ll never leave,” he said, his voice unwavering. “Nothing and no one will ever come between us. You’re my everything.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, his words wrapping around your heart like a protective shield. His lips curved into a gentle smile, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I promise,” he murmured. “I’ll always be here for you. We’re in this together.”

The moment felt eternal, a promise etched in the quiet of the twilight. As you nestled against him, the world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the certainty of Suguru’s words and the warmth of his embrace. You closed your eyes, letting the peaceful promise settle deep within you, trusting that no matter what challenges lay ahead, his commitment would remain steadfast.

In that perfect, fleeting moment, you believed with all your heart that Suguru’s promise was unbreakable.

The memories of his promises, once a source of solace, now felt like daggers, each one twisting deeper into your heart. “I’ll never leave,” he had promised. And yet, here you were, alone, with the emptiness where his presence used to be. The truth was inescapable: Suguru had left, and his promises had been nothing more than comforting words, hollow and unfulfilled.

The room seemed to close in on you, the silence amplifying the ache in your chest. You could still feel the ghost of his touch, the warmth of his embrace, but it was all a cruel illusion, a mirage that had vanished with his departure. “Never mind,” you said to yourself in a breathless chuckle, trying to hide the pain your chest felt, the realization hitting you with a cold, harsh clarity. All those promises were just words—a fleeting comfort that had crumbled to dust.

You buried your face in your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks, each one a testament to the love you had lost. The future you had once envisioned with Suguru was nothing more than a shattered dream, a vision that had dissolved into the stark reality of his absence.

The pain was almost unbearable, the weight of his betrayal settling heavily on your shoulders. You had been left to pick up the pieces, to grapple with the knowledge that the love you had cherished was now a ghost of the past. And as the darkness of the room closed in around you, you knew that the journey to heal from this loss would be long and fraught with heartache.

In the silence of the night, you felt the full force of Suguru’s absence, a painful truth settled within you with the weight of an unbearable burden. “Shit,” you whispered to the empty room, the words trembling on your lips as if they carried the weight of a thousand broken dreams. The room seemed to absorb your sorrow, its silence amplifying the ache in your heart. Each breath felt labored, the air thick with the heavy, oppressive realization of Suguru’s absence.

The absence of his presence was like a gaping wound that no amount of time or consolation could ever heal. His laughter, once so familiar and comforting, was now a distant echo that haunted the corners of your mind. The love you had cherished, so vibrant and full of promise, was now a ghostly whisper, a reminder of what once was but could never be again. The memories, once a source of warmth, now felt like cold, unyielding shadows that only deepened the chasm within you.

The pain was almost unbearable, each moment a torment as you faced the stark reality of Suguru’s departure. The void he left behind was a vast and insurmountable chasm, a darkness that seemed to stretch on endlessly. It was a wound so profound that no amount of time or effort could ever hope to mend it. You tried to imagine a future without him, but every thought seemed to fall short, every hope tarnished by the cruel reality of his absence.

No matter how hard you tried, you knew that the echoes of your shared past would never fully fade. The journey ahead would be marked by the persistent shadow of what you had lost. Each step forward felt weighed down by the remnants of Suguru’s memory, a constant reminder of the love that had slipped through your fingers like sand. The future you once envisioned, full of hope and promise, was now a mirage, forever out of reach.

As the darkness of the room closed in around you, you felt the full force of Suguru’s absence. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the warmth and intimacy that once defined your life together. The realization that the loss of him was a scar that would remain with you forever settled heavily upon you. It was a mark that no amount of time or healing could ever truly erase, a reminder that some wounds are too deep, too profound, to ever be fully healed.

In the quiet of the night, with the shadows stretching long and dark, you felt the weight of Suguru’s absence more acutely than ever. The pain was a constant companion, a relentless reminder of the love that had once been your everything but was now a haunting, unending loss. The room, filled with the echoes of what once was, bore witness to the depth of your grief, a silent testament to the enduring impact of Suguru’s departure on your heart and soul.

And as you sat in the suffocating silence, grappling with the emptiness that had consumed your world, you could only utter one final, heart-wrenching truth: “You’re the loss of my life.”

[prongsandpetals]

no one asked for this but i’m saying it anyway because i am tired of this grandpa.

i dont hate jegulus or their shippers. personally, it doesnt make sense to me and my moral compass trickles into fiction meaning i dont have much interest in any of the slytherins. it could also be the fact that when people would create oc’s for james in their fics 10 yrs ago and made lily a raging bitch id be fighting them all in the comments- a fight or flight response that now has spread to jegulus- but thats neither here nor there. it brings people joy and they are fictional characters, and it doesnt physically hurt anyone!

but there is something to be said about some of the less savoury implications it has had on the fandom. it feels as though jily is in its own subfandom sort of pushed to the side, leaving two mlm ships to dominate. unfortunately a lottt of female characters have been forgotten or pushed aside because of this. a lot of people who joined the fandom not that long ago either dont know or forget that this fandom was not built on either wolfstar (who i love), or jegulus. yes, they popularised them, but this fandom has revolved around jily for over 10 years. not to mention many of these fics were written from lilys pov, meaning there was so much more depth put into the girls characters. to erase this is to erase the fandoms history.

the diversifying of characters is something amazing that has come more recently with the popularisation of the fandom and thats one of the good parts!! however if someone still views aaron taylor johnson as their james, that doesn’t make them a racist - the man has been james since at least 2006.

another (smaller) thing ive seen is someone will post a song or a photo and attribute it to a jily moment with harry that we can realistically see happening canonically and a comment will say something along the lines of: “this but its how james felt when regulus (insert something that did not happen here)” idk if its the autism but god those always get me a little bit, especially when it includes harry.

similarly, it feels as though people who ship jily are assumed to be less progressive. as a lesbian jily shipper i can’t disagree more. just because a ship is a straight ship does not make it a bad ship - i think we can all agree there are so many amazing LGBTQ+ ships out there now for everyone to enjoy. it does feel quite strange to me to place the two characters who created the child that there are seven books about into different ships, but people like them so its chill!! but when its just complete eradication or discontent with the canon ship… ;(

i also think that to have jegulus be endgame (except aus), a lot of james’s insanely important character traits literally HAVE to be erased. his hatred for death eaters and fight for justice, his unending loyalty to his friends - especially sirius- his black and white view on right and wrong, all of these traits become warped and stretched when it comes to jegulus. of course there isnt much canon to go off of so when people disregard it entirely i can understand it to a degree. but when you erase the important canon points we have on their characters, we are basically just creating oc’s with real characters names.

another thing that i find irksome is the fetishisation of these mlm ships- if youre gonna ship two men together do it right!! why are you calling regulus a cute little baby victim and james a big strong protector!! let them be complex and messy or dont do it at all! not to mention the erasure of a lot of wlw ships... lowkey gives girl who has gay boy best friend that thinks lesbians are weird… anyways off topic! ive heard people say its not fetishisation, its because the female characters arent written with depth- that’s why people read jegulus and wolfstar! okay? go give the girls some depth? regulus is a character we basically know nothing about canonically and youve turned him into a fully fleshed character who is now a lot of peoples favourite - it can be done with the girls too. there is such emphasis placed on wolfstar and jegulus for their deep, tragic love stories - and the marauders friendship in general. the gryffindor girls are right there. dorlene is right there. marylene is right there.

and if it truly werent fetishisation, i would argue that it can be a romanticisation of toxic relationships. a lot of people dislike jily because there is no “angst”. the angst is fighting in a war at 21 years old. the angst is lily and james’s differing blood statuses and the implications this has on their lives. the angst is having a prophecy hanging over their unborn child’s head that forces them into hiding. the angst is being betrayed by their best friend, leading them to sacrifice themselves for their family and the wizarding world. the angst is literally right there, but because their relationship is healthy and happy- one of the only things in their lives that is not full of pain- they are deemed boring.

again, i dont hate jegulus. i especially dont dislike anyone who likes the ship and gets something out of it. but there is so much change this fandom has gone through since their introduction and popularisation that has made interacting with the fandom as a whole almost unbearable sometimes, and thats what i do hate.

all in all, multishippers definitely have the most fun.

[aonungyoufuck]

Runaway {Part 11}

Runaway masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: you have finally mated before eywa.

Warnings: Mention of Mating +18? but like no smut at all just making out and feeling each other +  Pregnancy 

“I cannot wait anymore my love” 

Ao’nung was kissing you. Kissing was not uncommon sure. But feeling him so close was. It was nice to feel him so close. His hands roaming you feeling you from the bottom to the top. And it was ever so addicting. 

The burning that came from his hands. The erratic feeling it was desperate. 

It was all you could ask for. 

“Ao’nung. Please wait.” You spoke between your teeth, feeling his lips linger far too long. 

“We waited enough haven’t we?” 

“Understand that once we do this ill be with you forever” 

“That is what I want” he whispered, nipping at your neck. 

“I am serious Ao’nung. I want to know that this is really what you want from me. I been wanting you for so long and this is what i crave i want to be with you as one. But if we ever go home-”

“No” Ao’nung kissed you. Biting your lips to hush your sentence “i Dont ever want go home for i have you here with me. I have everything i ever wanted with you. And ive been far to happy and liberated by your ever waking moment. And i want to be with you now. Feel what you feel” 

You took in a sharp breath feeling him rest his head on your chest. Looking at you with an intent you hadn’t seen since the day he spoke those sweet nothings. 

“I want to be wild with you. Be your every waking thought as you are mine. Feel your sorrows, your pain and your love. I want to have a family with you. Grow old with you.”

Kissing your chest he grabbed his Queue. Its nerves dancing with an excited joy that you knew too well too. 

“ I want to have you here and in our many lifetimes to come. Eywa may bless me to be born alongside you again. I want to have our kids find those they love and experience it as we have now. I want to have you all. If you so much as graced me to be known as yours”

Your breathe was taken. The glow of the tree illuminating you too. You kissed his forehead. Then his left cheek and the right. Before settling on his lips, consuming his breath. 

You grabbed your own queue. Looking at him before finally bringing them together. The sensation was warm. Too warn. The feeling of his arms now burning hot. He was gulping down his breath as he felt what he was doing to you. 

You were crazy adults in love. So desperate to finally have a name to it. Mate’s forever and always. 

“Sa’nok!” Neytiri went ahead to see her mother. As if she was just an illusion. From the looks of it. She had a tiresome flight. 

He didn't wait grabbing your waist and placing you on his lap. It would be a few hours before morning and you two would have to go back to your makeshift home. So for now he’ll enjoy what he can. 

“Mo’at!” Jake exclaimed looking at her. After the formalities. And letting Mo’at drink something after flying for so long. She began to talk

“ I see Your eldest isnt here” 

“So she isnt with you?” 

“No. We have moved once you two left. Be rest assured that our People are safe and well. Ninat has actually Given birth this past cycle” 

The Family was puzzled. Sure they hadn’t been able to find their old clan but they had tricked themselves into thinking that by any possibility that you two were with them. Safe and sound

“I came here to see Y/n and Kiri”

“Wait for what?” 

Mo’at grew quiet. There was clearly some distress in her face. 

“In the morning early. I had taken the New Tsahik for a communication with Eywa. However it seems that something was amiss. I do not know what it was. But it seems like one of my Granddaughters, Has come to that place for a mate. I came here to see if that was true” 

Jake's ears lowered. As is the mood of the pod as well. Mate? 

“Kiri?”

Kiri could only roll her eyes. “No its not I” It was no secret how close she got to a certain Mekayina boy. Though she often brushed it off as nothing more than friendly banter. 

“Ma Jake” Netriti spoke. Sharing knowing looks. There was only one person and they weren’t here. 

“Mo’at… Y/n.. She’s been gone for 3 years now marking yesterday”

Mo’at rose a brow. Crossing her arms as she looked at everyone in the pod. “For What reason”

Ronal had never felt fear. She was fearless, Like to show how powerful she was. How much she did not fear people at all. But right now she was so terrified of the older woman in front of her. “ I forbade her from establishing a relationship with my son”

Mo’at wasn’t angry. Not that she would show it. And that's what made her terribly frightening to  Neytiri who lowered her head in shame. 

“And where is your son?” 

Ronal’s ears flattened. Her arms were shaking. Trembling with a fear any mother would know. “I do not know” She wept. She didn’t know. How she wished she knew where on pandora her son was. Far too long she’s wondered. Far to long has she constantly woken from nightmares where he was just out of reach. “I do not know” 

Mo’at took her hand and rested it on her shoulder. Grounding her back to reality. 

“Tell me Jakesully. Do you know if Her son went with her?”

“I don-”

“He did! I know Grandmother” 

Everyone turned to look at Neteyam. No longer the little warrior boy that was always sitting by quietly. He needed to confirm it 

“He is fated for death. For Eywa told me so” 

“What?”

Mo’at rose her hand. Her face unchanging from her stern look. “All of them. The spirits and the past. All grew quiet with dread. And its only intuition to interpret her words. But it seems her mate. Your Son. Is fading from the strong man he is”

“You don't know what you speak of! My son is strong” 

“Your son isn't here” 

“Mo’at are you sure?” 

Mo’at could only sigh. She had experienced the hurt and the pain that was to lose your beloved. She had mourned so briefly. But the pain is one that she would never wish on anyone. Let alone her own grandchild.  

“I am not certain, however i am certain something is wrong.”

“How long will you be staying here?” Jake asked

Mo’at looked at him. Then pondered for a bit “A week. It is all i can stay before going back” 

“Okay okay. Neteyam. Lo’ak. You two and i will  search where we can. If they came to that tree surely they wouldn’t be far from there.  You two come back as soon as you can i’ll stay and look some more”

Ronal rose from her seat. “I’ll go and look in the clan on the eastern sea. Maybe their Tsahik or Olo’eyktan has seen them”

“I’ll come along too” Tonowari commented, turning back to his daughter. “Daughter. You stay here While we are out” 

“I’ll stay with her.” Neytiri commented standing behind her mother. 

Jake nodded. “Alright. Good plan” 

That was the Plan. Mo’at could only hope that you would not experience the pain of loss. 

—---------------------------

The week went by in a flash. No sign of you anywhere. And your family was growing desperate. 

Life was going on and that's the way Ronal had to have it. Days passed. Weeks maybe? Ronal had lost track after the first year. Ateyo and Tsireya were her grounding points. And even they seemed to move on with the passing of time. 

“How long has it been”

“A month since Mo’at left. A month and three years since they did”

“Tonowari i dont think i can do this” Ronal spoke. It was dark. It was night. And for once she had time to speak her hearts sorrows.

“Be strong Ma Ronal” 

“I know. But i feel my heart breaking. Hear it every time i wake it falling and shattering. I want my son. I want him back at whatever costs” Ronal croaked. 

Something so deep in the core of her being was screaming. 

There was no comfort for this kind of thing. For its sad. And this thing does not happen. 

“Ma ronal i-”

“Tonowari i dont think i can wait anymore. My heart cries any time i ask for any glance of my son. Aches”

“I know ma Ronal. But be patient. I will be here with you” Tonowari spoke kissing her forehead as he hugged her tight. Too much time was passing

It had been Pure bliss really. The loving touches. The words and the feeling. That morning when you had awoken from Mating before Eywa would always be engraved in your feelings. 

And he could only ask for his son’s life. 

Tsaheylu was always a warm feeling. A feeling of becoming one unit and it was really nice. But Tsaheylu in the form of a mate? It was different. A good different. 

You had always imagined it would be different and under different circumstances. You would have a man of your clan and they in turn. And everyone would be happy for you. 

But this wasn't what you pictured. Ao’nungs hands. How he felt you. How his body worked alongside you. And connecting as one more than tsaheylu. It was something else for sure. 

You had felt it once more on one “date night” as Ao’nung had put it. But there was no room for that now. 

Ao’nung had been growing weak. And You had been growing tired. It was only a week and some days into your new bond that you had your suspicions and gathered the few leaves you had established that you were blessed with life inside of you. 

You were going to tell Ao’nung. But he had been laying in his pond far too long. And yet he had made it so known how happy he was for you two. 

“Ma Ao’ you seem paler today than the last days” 

“Its alright” He rasped out. His eyes were heavy with a tiredness you never knew. Exhausted, sunken into himself. You could count his lower ribs. His pale appearance now always wrapped in ointments to keep him comfortable

“I ask you to please lets head home.You are growing so ill now please”

“No. And risk my Mother taking you away from me?” 

You frowned. Placing your hand on his sunken cheek bone. “Please You are ill”

“You are the thing that keeps me going Ma Yawnetu” Ao’nung smiled,  Eyes closing. 

You had watched him fade and it scared you how you were alone. You laid your head on his shoulder. Feeling his breath slow. You sighed, feeling tears in your eyes. “Ao’nung i have something to tell you”

It was quiet. Far too quiet and far too long. 

“Ao’nung?” 

His eyes were shut and his breathing uneven. 

“Ao’nung!”

But it fell on deaf ears. You cursed under your breath. Wiping your eyes as you called to your Ikran. Grabbing his shoulders you Pulled him from the water. You didn’t want to do stuff without Ao’nung to know. But you had bit back your tongue far too long. 

Tossing Ao’nung over your shoulder and onto Mezu “Come on Ao’nung hold on a little longer” You whispered making Tsaheylu as you took flight. 

Praying and hoping that you could hold on just a little longer too

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[operation-penguin]

Fundamentally, I simply choose not to believe in penguins. They aren't real.

You come into MY HOUSE and you choose to say this type of shit to me?? did you even READ my URL? can you even READ? did you use text to speech to write this ask? just like my grand father and grand mother (they are divorced so i need to mention them separately, legally, i hope you can understand) that i dearly love use to text me? you come into my HOUSE. MINE. MY HOUSE. You INSULT MY GRANDFATHER and/or GRANDMOTHER right in front of my boy girl friend wife husband, Mort. How dare you. Do you know who I am? Do you know what I'm capable of? I'm capable of BELIEVING IN PENGUINS, SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER DO. How SAD and DEPRAVED must you be to think such SILLY LITTLE THINGS. Penguins aren't real, BAHAHAHAH- someone clearly did not attend my project on penguins in the 4th or 5th grade!!! i dont remember the date!!! but i DO KNOW that you are STUPID. Do you not believe in atoms because you can’t see them? do you think that supernovas do not exist because you’ve never personally had the wonder of looking upon something GREATER than your EXCEEDINGLY SMALL SELF???? you’re pathetic, your mind hardly comparable TO MINE. IT MUST BE NICE, BLISSFUL IGNORANCE, you cannot BEAR to live with the TRUTH. you fool. you have taken the easy way out, taken the BLUE PILL, MEANWHILE behold as I demonstrate my SUPERIOR INTELLECTUAL ABILITIES AFTER I TOOK the RED PILL. That's right anon, do you understand? huh? do you? DO YOU? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND ME??? HA. HA. HA. of course you can't, IDIOT. I'll fucking eat my arm off. Does this bring you joy to be this STUPID? Are you happy? Anon. I am looking at you, nononono don't look away *i snap my fingers* look at me, no look- ANON. LOOK. AT. ME. *i snap my fingers more but frankly I'm a little nervousness which is making my hands a bit sweaty. my fingers slip and I can no longer snap* Anon, buddy. *I clap my hands in a last ditch effort for your attention, i roll a nat 20 and you look* Yes meee!!! hewooo :3 hi ANon :33333 hiii hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii okay so here's the deal. I'm very sad at this point in my life, nothing seems worth it anymore. No, no- I'm not suicidal I dont need the hotline number, I dont even think that's the Canadian number- you know im Canadian right? well Acadienne actually. yeah. hm, yeah. some of my ancestors got deported to Louisianan yeah. yeah, no it's fine I didn't know them. anyways, i didn't mean to lash out at you like that... i hope you can find it in your heart and soul to forgive me *you place your hands on mine, you feel my gross yucky sticky sweat, but it's like a warm wet blanket. so wrong but so right at the same time* oh my.... anon... i don't think we should- *mort burst into the room wearing a tie and hat, he's carrying a brief case and has just gotten off his work shift from the job* "Honey I'm hoooO-" *he stops and gawks at the scene before him, your hands STILL on MINE* "I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS" *mort cries, I stand up and slap you across the face in one swift motion* Anon, you come into my home just to SEDUCE ME? what am i to you? a semi popular fandom blog, or just another whore for you to use.... disgusting, you are truly disgusting. Mort, baby, kill this guy. "ooohh ehehheh yesss i think i will" *mort laughs and kills you with magic lighting and you DIE because he loves me so much*

fin...... or is it?

[ibusukiss]

Boueibu Rewatch

Thursday's for the Boys! 11

Happy Kiss! Episodes 4-6

Episode 4

If ep 2 established HK as my favorite season, ep 4 was the cherry on top

i wonder if gora gave nanao the OK to bring a floating tray and tea into the onsen

idk if its a writing thing or a culture thing or what but i feel like i can understand all the monsters' problems in HK, but in s1 and s2 some of them feel completely abstract

UGHHH the plot point of Ichiro worrying abt the time capsule and knowing that nanao would read his letter is so *chef's kiss* they build up to it so well!!!!!!!!!! AAAGHH I LOVE PLOT

ichiro "no youthful passion" bro your character song is called Dash Dash Dash so idk what ur talking about

the funny thing about this season is it only hints at the seitokai being rich, and here it only says that Taiju's family owns a construction company, which isnt the megacorp richboy son vibes i get from s1 seitokai - i always assumed caerula adamas were MUCH richer than edelstein but only bc they made their wealth more explicit in s1? I think by making it implied in this season they made the seitokai's families seem more like blue collar ceo's rather than megacorp ceo's

i will ALWAYS headcanon that Taishi cleaned up his act bc he was trying to act more like Nanao so Ichiro would like him

THIS is what I'm talking about - by trying to write fanservice they have fully surpassed the queerbait IMO and fully just wrote that Ichiro has a crush on Nanao

i assume Kyochan wasnt trying to be sus when he tucked the photo into his pocket but this moment the first time i watched it was very 'HOLY FUCK THEYRE KEEPING SECRETS FROM EACHOTHER OHH THE INTRIGUE OHHH MY GOD" which i suppose is something the seitokai do in this season later!

I just remember when this was coming out feeling so much unbridled joy from how cheesy this season is - it gave me so much serotonin LMAO

Ata as a little kid with his black bob makes me insane - wym he had a slutty black bob as an elementary schooler??????

Serenity you already said this but I must reiterate that it is WILD that Kyoata have eachother's contact info and seem to text often enough that its not strange for Kyotaro to text Ata out of the blue - they deffo arent nearly as estranged as Kinatsu were

Episode 5 (CW: discussion of eating disorders and weight stigma)

We have now entered what I think of as the 4-episode lull of HK where the episodes dont hit as hard - not bad in any sense but theyre just not as iconic as 1-4 or 9-12

*midori gets up on their soapbox*

I have a lot of thoughts about Maasa. I dont normally have such a strong headcanon for a character - but their whole arc feel so strongly to me like the story of a trans person who has a lot of complicated feelings about their body. While that's CLEARLY not what the writers intended it is how I choose to interpret their character bc 1. i have to put my dirty trans hands on everything and 2. to me - Maasa's story is uncomfortable and poorly written otherwise

some context: I have a lot of Complicated Feelings about weight stigma/body image and spend FARRR too much time learning about the science of dieting and eating disorders, so naturally I am gonna take this episode WAY more seriously than intended - youve been warned LOL

While my bar for anime is extremely low, I am pleasantly surprised at how this ep handles talking about weight with the exception of Maasa's diet. It has always looked explicitly like disordered eating - full restriction of fats/sugars is Very extreme and dangerous, and completely goes against the 'as long as you're healthy' sentiment the episode promotes - I take issue with that mindset anyway bc 1. why should only 'healthy' people have bodies that are excused from criticism/ridicule and 2. who gets to decide what 'healthy' looks like? does healthy imply thinness? to some people, yes! But regardless, extremely restrictive diets aren't 'healthy' anyway, so no dice there, HK.

And Ata is right! People do resent those who represent the opposite of their greatest fears! The implication here being that most people's greatest fear is being fat - and therefore bully the guy who will absolutely never be fat. While I dont think anyone should bully anyone about their body, this messaging makes fatness out to be the enemy in a way that I'm not in love with :/ This ep doesn't address the relentless, institutionally-ordained negative messaging that people receive about fat bodies, which definitely fuels the need on a personal level to bite back at those who those messages dont apply to - not an excuse of course, but a much-needed explanation.

It just feels strange that the episode that is saying 'dont bully this guy because his body is a certain way' is also saying 'we support your decision to make everyone in the school fat because it's your greatest fear and youre lashing out at your peers because of it' ? I know, I know, it's not that deep, the writers weren't thinking about this shit.

*midori steps down from their soapbox*

i love the detail of Taishi wiping the steam off his glasses

now i want ramen T_T

Episode 6

Ata's umbrella has always FASCINATED me - bc i think the writers were just making him seem overly-fancy, but it reads gothic lolita??? So is he a prep or a goth??? what does he dress like outside of school??!?!? I must know!!!!!!

Taishi recites fun facts to self-soothe

Umbrella guy is me trying to make conversation at work lmao

It's interesting that Taiju and Maasa are taken aback by Ata talking about not wanting to carry the 'umbrellas of commoners', maybe theres a bit of Furanui's influence in there? and it's not normal for him to think like that?

LMAOOO I forgot about the bit with Nanao distracting umbrella guy, thats such a good bit

Ata 'likes spending time at home' PERFECT for my headcanon that he has social anxiety

Taiju wanting to stay longer bc Ata's not leaving bc he's worried Ata is taking this whole thing too seriously and needs to babysit a bit longer

'its hard to care when it's raining' PERFECT for my headcanon that Kyotaro has depression

I project a lot on these characters if you couldnt tell

[ladysansana]

favorite problematic ships with woc? Can be any type of media

Anon I got so excited when I received ask then I realized I had to dig really hard into the core of my memories to for problematic ships with women of color. Media DEFINITELY need to do better in this regard, but I am absolutely responsible for engaging in more stories with WoC in fucked up dynamics.

Maybe I can come up with more if I give it more time but, I've sit with this ask long enough it's become procrastination at this point. So here you go, anon, and if anyone has any problematic ships with WoC that you wanna share please do! <33

Also, spoilers ahead, because I do wanna make a mini ramble for each pair, but it's all from my hazy memory (+ wikipedia) so <(")

Not in any particular order, and wall of text ahead:

Kijung x Kiwoo - Parasite (2019)

Problematic trope: Incest

Cunning and quick witted siblings from a poor family who finessed their way into a rich and snobby family's trusted staff team. My fav thing about them is that despite being the older brother, Kiwoo really acknowledges Kijung's immense talent, and aura lol that scene where he served her champagne when she was in the rich family's bathtub??? And he said she looked like she belonged there hello??? Sir even if her body was covered by bath foam you were still CASUALLY serving her champagne in a fucking BATHTUB???!!! SIR???

Also I have GOT to recommend @thefudge's Kijung x Kiwoo fic on ao3 the fact that it's the only fic in the fandom and it's a work of art. To quote Mr. Cullen, "my personal brand of heroine" <3

2. Shuri x Everett - Black Panther (2018)

Problematic trope: age gap, barely of age

I cannot believe I almost forgot about them considering they had me in a CHOKEHOLD back in the day (and still got a special place in my heart). One thing I love about the older man/younger woman/girl dynamic is when the older one is in awe of the younger's talent, and the younger one derives joy and even validation, especially validation, from that. So when Shuri sparked with excitement when she revealed to Everett the truth about Wakanda and its brilliance ... yeah ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ) And obviously when she called him another broken white boy to fix and colonizer that got me lmao.

3. Dream x Death - The Sandman (2022)

Problematic trope: Incest

Godly siblings who appreciate and confide in one another with a touch of opposite attracts: he's so fucking brooding while she's warm and radiant lmao. Death brings him comfort, but she also calls him out on his BS and makes him understand their purpose, as Gods, is to love and serve humans (or at least that's what I rmb it's been 2 years since I watched the show). Also I love that Death is presented in such a loving and gentle light <3 subverting expectation and what not <3

Also their aesthetic fucking matches <3

4. Elphaba x The Wizard - Wicked (2024)

Problematic trope: (potential) surrogate father - daughter, age gap, manipulation

(kind of mad I can't find an HQ pic of these 2 in the same frame yet but hey dont they look like a power couple here <3)

Imagine being a young woman alienated all your life for the color of your skin. Then one day you're recognized for your hidden magical abilities and you're validated by this charming powerful older man whom you projected your father figure role onto because your father sucks and hates you while said powerful older man also pretty much said he'd love to be your father figure. Then you realized the powerful older man was a fraud who just wanted to use your power to hurt the people you cared about. So you went against that powerful older man, and he made sure you'd be ocstracized from society for good. For he fears you, yet so in awe of you.

Also you sang your heart out about yearning to be recognized by him and be a pair with him.

5. Rose x The Corinthian x Dream - The Sandman (2022)

Problematic trope: underage, child murder attempt i guess lol

Teenage girl being hunted down by both the villain and the hero only to realize that the villain wants her alive to take down the hero while the hero wants you dead because your power leads to the end of humanity (something in that line, again, 2 years). Peak YA brother <3 I don't necessarily ship them as an ot3 (but I might if I read a really good fic), I'm just really fascinated by their dynamic and how their narratives intertwine, how the lines between good and evil blurs. Something something questions about morals. Featuring a black girl being pursued by 2 hot older dudes <3

6. Haeyi x Chiyeol - Crash Course in Romance (2023)

Problematic trope: underage, teacher - student

After finding out that Nam Haeyi was unfairly disqualified from his class in the private education institute despite passing the exam because a rich parent stole that spot for her son, nation-renowned math instructor Choi Chiyeol decided to tutor her in private, which he's contractually not allowed to do and would end up getting him eaten alive by the rich parents paying for the institute he works at. There was this scene where Haeyi asked Chiyeol why he was risking his career to tutor her, something like that, and I believed he said that he was simply righting the wrong that was her unfair disqualification. He knew that she was a brilliant student that deserved his teaching, so she should study hard to make his time and risk worth it, or something. That, really got to me.

I know this is a list of problematic ships but teacher student has a specific place in my heart and I appreciate it when the teacher has purely good intention with the student.

7. Haeyi x Donghee - Crash Course in Romance (2023)

Problematic trope: underage, kidnapping lol

This one is a straight up crackpair I admit. I mostly ship them because I find both the actors very attractive and that whole kidnapping thing lol. But who knows maybe there's a way to approach their dynamic that makes sense to their character (but then again I find the villain twist with Donghee fucking stupid and my older brother agrees lol so maybe I should just go full on make believe land and rewrite the whole backstory for Donghee. I have to be the one to make the thing I want to happen happen huh).

8. Naru x Taabe - Prey (2022)

Problematic trope: incest

When your older brother represents who you wish to become but also a reminder of why you cannot, at least not yet. Okay that was purposefully vague because I admit, I haven't finished the movie. I was watching it with my friends on Discord but it was so lagging that we had to quit, but we both enjoyed the movie at that point and thought it was very well made, also Predator universe with Native American settings go so hard. So I'll definitely continue where I left off, one day hopefully.

There was this one scene where Taabe discovered that Naru was secretly following him and his crew to the woods because she wanted to be hunters like them. They disapproved of her at first, but Taabe let her joined them eventually. My memory is a bit hazy but that was the gist of it and it really got me. Either Taabe did believe in her potential or he was giving her special treatment because she was his little sister, or a bit of both perhaps <3

9. Miko x Rom - Mieruko-chan (2018 - present)

Problematic trope: underage

This panel was so fucking funny. And the thing is their dynamic is a lot less weird in context, you decide whether it's a good or bad thing. I just think it's fun to see Miko as a highschool girl being cursed with the power to see ghosts and there's this older guy, probably in his 20s, who appears to be a creepy fraud but turns out to be pretty powerful with his supernatural abilities and was pretty helpful towards her during that battle arc (if I rmb correctly). And he takes an interest in her. Last time I read Mieruko-chan was when she was in hospital and he showed up to save her from some ghost or sth and he was really gentle about it.

10. Karen x Sam - Mistresses (2013)

Problematic trope: age gap, fucking dead dad's therapist/mistress lmaoooo

Oh I remember being 14 when I saw this show on TV and fell in love with Karen and her dynamic with Sam. Possibly my first age gap older woman younger man ship ever <3 Karen is a stunningly flawed character who cares about her friends and patients but commits the malpractice of having an affair with her married patient. Then went on to have an affair with his son after he died lol. Then Sam, devastated by his father's dead, seeks comfort in his former therapist and fell in love with her because she's so brilliant and beautiful and caring and all that. Pretty sure there was some mommy issue going on too considering that Elizabeth - his mom - was ... troubled, to say the least. What a shame he died at the end of the season to save Karen (I did warn you that spoilers were coming) but tbh as long as they admit their feelings for each another I see it as a win so I can live with that <3 Also Kim Yunjin is so fucking beautiful oh my god

11. Shen Mei x Jason - Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness (2021)

Problematic trope: he fucking snapped her neck

"Problematic" is loosely used here because they're not *that* problematic but if you intepret it as misogyny against Asian women then it counts so </3 I'll reuse my description from my Spotify playlist for them: "It's about the alluring appeal of shared trauma, height + size difference and co-conspired revenge". Just, the fact that they bonded over Shen Mei's little brother sacrificing himself to save Jason's troop, then went on to co conspire to take over the man responsible for this, killing so many along the way.

Till this day I'm still bitter at the fact that they let Jason kill Shen Mei so brutally while sparing Leon's life to loosely tie the plot together (misogyny against Asian women, but I digress </3). If you want to rid both of them from the RE universe just let her kill him to save everyone else, makes a lot more sense, and this isn't just a shipper's perspective there are non shippers commenting on this, but I digress </3

Also my Meison edit is still my pinned post for my blog <3 One day I'll change it once I finally arrange my blog better but for now they're here to say

So, that's the end of my list! I didn't expect it to turn into a wall of text but, if you've made it to the very end I truly appreciate you and I had so much fun doing this <3

[pinkanonwrites]

(part 2. now featuring me rambling about a Modern Triguns hc i have)

okay so im Native American and i do think, in my hc (not yours. wanna reiterate that i am saying this for Fun Conversation and not to convince you of shit), i really like the idea of Vash and Knives being either surrounded by Indigenous American influence (people who are non-Indigenous can live on our reservations, maybe Rem is Indigenous and is cross-racially fostering them, i dunno) or Vash and Knives are white-passing Indigenous Americans themselves (i say "white-passing" bc i know their creator is Japanese but also Vash and Knives are pale-skinned, blue-eyed, blond boys so im assuming they are white? but some Japanese people could be mixed, that's true. i dont know enough about Trigun to know ethnicity canon/fanon, i just know "ah!!! they might be blond and blue-eyed, but i see Me in them!" so. headcanon. anyway)

and i say that bc a huge part of a pan-Indigenous culture (not that we are a monolith to generalize, theres so many fucking tribes and specific tribal cultures, but you get what i mean) is focused on the enviroment and our interconnectedness to it, ontop of our history of being genocided against up until the last Indian Residential School closed down in 2007 and we had our right to practice our culture given to us in 1978 (so 1978 is actually when American achieved religious-freedom) and now we are facing various Indigenous protective laws being disbanded in the U.S.-- it's easy for any marginalized group, esp ethnicities, to see relatability in the Plants. like, the Americas were founded with the blood of Black and Indigenous people. but also many other cultures have faced similar experiences. so i do think its easy to project any marginalized culture that has suffered onto Plants. its just also cool to be like "yo, my culture is very much based on protecting and understanding the enviroment, and this fictional group is called PLANTS? hell yeah, easy projection" but like. we arent the only culture that does that. so i dont think Indigenous Americans are special any form of projecting ourselves with Plants/Trigun. i just also AM Indigenous American and also AM projecting. so. im biased

and i am, in fact, doubly biased bc my Indigenous American father was a BIG fan of westerns, something Knives loves. my dad loved them bc He Is Very Old (im talking "my dad was 60, close to 70 when i was born" old. my mother is his second wife and they met when she was 40. so i was "wow thats late to have a baby, but not SUPER dangerous") and, though things have gotten slightly better since he was my age but uh.. the reason why he liked old westerns so much was because that WAS the only place where he could see people like him on-screen. even tho they died half the time. and were often racist. highly recommend the documentary "Reel Injun" if you would like a summary on how Indigenous people have been depicted on film, it is very funny for a documentary lmao but anyway, yes, this does also mean my dad was a Twilight fan. he watches those movies all the time (even tho they are ALSO racist against us, but its still really funny to say my dad is a Twi-hard lmao). and my dad wasnt alone in being like that, a LOT of Indigenous people my age (mid-20s) grew up with old western movies and whatnot bc it was the only representation we had for a long time, even moreso for any generation older than us. i can still hear "John Wayne's Teeth Hey-a, Hey-Hey-a" a'la the 90s movie, Smoke Signals, being chanted in my mind lmao

so Knives' lil "bang, bang" and how much he loved old west content made me feel especially seen lmao so i like the idea of him and Vash either being raised in an Indigenous culture by Indigenous people or being Indigenous themselves and being raised by Indigenous people. it brings me joy ♡ especially the latter, bc, tho im not blond and blue-eyed, i am white-passing. people assume i am white until i "out" myself (im also queer, i label myself as Two-Spirited actually, so i am using the verbage "out" knowingly lmao). i grew up hating my pale skin and my monolingual tongue, because that meant i looked like a colonizer and spoke the colonizer's langauge (and i, unfortunately, dont have the kind of brain that absorbs second languages well. at all. damn you auditory processing disorder lmao rip). i wanted to look more like my Indigenous relatives, and less like my white mother who married into our culture. and i see Knives' hatred of Plants' oppressors, and with the modern au and my hc of Indigentity and my personal history of struggling with self-hatred, and i see reflections of myself in him

and like. Knives' desire to kill all humans isnt translatable in a contemporary context, really. i dunno what job i would want my hc of him to have. you could argue he would be on the side of the extremeists in protesting, But Equating A Genocidal Character To A Contemporary Protestor feels.. bad lmao thats an understatement. but like. yeah, i do hc my personal modern au Knives to be a Land Back protestor, and i think Vash would agree actually. but im biased bc i support that movement too lmao i think the fact that Knives is so untranslatable to a modern context in all his variety adds to the tragedy of the Trigun/Trimax/Trigun Stampede/what-have-you narrative. i think modern au Knives might be antagonistic and a nag (or i could empathize with seeing him as modern cult-leader, tho thats irrelevant to this conversation. just bc i can empathize with it, doesnt mean i would ever create content of it or have it as my hc. cults are serious stuff people shouldnt trivialize and i dont have any experience with them, but if people want to vent out their feelings about cults using a modern Knives au?? i can understand that, im using him to project and vent too afterall lmao) to his brother, maybe be estranged, but overall i think the rift between them would be easier to breach than in the canon

i just find modern au Knives to, at least have the capacity to be, more sympathetic than his canon counterparts in all their variancies. he's fun to stretch around and play with lol

anyway, thanks for making a space where i felt welcomed to talk about Trigun modern hcs with you. i cant wait to see what you make. and, again, this was NOT an endorsement for you to follow me at all in this hc, i completely get (1) people have their own hcs of what Knives and Vash's ethnicities may be in a contemporary world and (2) that other people's modern au stories might not even feature disclosing an ethnicity. i just loved your excitement and wanted to spend part 1 engaging with you with your possible hcs, and part 2 sharing mine. i hope i worded all of this in a way that makes sense. thank you again ♡

Ooh, I really love your hcs! I'm always a little hesitant to do any in-depth headcanoning about the intricacies of racial minorities because I'm a very white person myself (a quarter Korean technically, but a blue-eyed blondie nonetheless), so it's really cool to read in-depth and interesting takes from people who obviously have a better scope on the ins and outs than I would!

I agree that Knives's genocidal nature isn't really easy to translate to a modern era. He's a tough guy to nail down! In my head at least, he's more of a nihilistic environmentalist while Vash is an optimistic one. I see him working in a very white-coat, laboratory, scientific field when it comes to conservation, he just strikes me as a scientist type. Him and Vash don't always see eye to eye on everything, and oftentimes he thinks he has to protect Vash because his brother is far too forgiving to the world, no matter how cruel it's been to him. But Vash doesn't want to be coddled either, he's not naive. He's making a conscious effort every day to choose to see the good in the world around them, and for one reason or another Nai just can't wrap his head around that.

He still loves his westerns though, I'm definitely keeping that. Nai was glued to Vash's stream when he was playing through Red Dead Redemption 2, no matter how much he says he doesn't care for video games.

I really liked reading your headcanons too, so thanks for reaching out! If you ever end up wanting to write anything longform that takes place in your modern AU, be sure to link it to me!

[maskyartist]

Thank you thank you THANK YOU for bringing system! Augustus into my life. That is SO real to me now I will never be the same again /pos - a fellow system <3

THERES THE REASSURANCE I NEED TO BUILD ON THIS THANK U FELLOW SYSTEM HOLDER!! :D or user idk all the terms >3> i just got bitches livin here rent free ANYWAYS

for funsies imma use ur ask to talk about the roles the different parts of Augustus's system play n sorta when they showed up :D

His system isnt TOO big. Augustus's mind sorta segmented things in a way he could understand. small numbers mean easier solutions, so his issues were cut into four equal slices essentially. Someone to handle each of the parts he couldnt deal with himself

They also dont have real names. Just titles. It keeps things tidy in Augustus's brain so he doesn't really "humanize" them as human as they are. hell he doesnt even think about em as other personalities, he just thinks people have other people in their mental worlds who take over the body when ur too out of it to do so urself

as for the system members!

The Princess: Definitely first to show up. Similar to Raz, Augustus needed a friend when he was a kid. he also needed a person who could take on his "girliness" for him so he could be a boy. This brings in our Princess, who houses all that sweet sweet childhood trauma! along with happy childhood memories :D she's got mood swings, going from merciful princess to "I will stab you with my tiara", she's a kid she's got a lot of emotions!

The Acrobat: For handling all those weird feelings in ur teen years. They're about 14, struggling with gender identity, and is Augustus's "voice" while they do side shows for money. they're around for most of the Starlight Circus, so they're in for the long haul. They hold a lot of Augustus's more emotional trauma, and is a bit of a wimp. got that awkward growth spurt hunch and tends to trail off when they speak

The Ringmaster: Augustus just got his scars and he cant handle that kind of pain and having to relearn how to see. Introducing our Ringmaster! A strong willed grown man who knows exactly how to execute a routine and expects perfection >:( A big frowner for sure, very protective of Augustus. he's his backbone basically, able to finally give Augustus ground to stand on so he can stand up for himself. he's also a fast learner, helping Augustus get used to having only one seeing eye :D

and finally we have Maligula, who handles all of Augustus's water and psychic based issues and joys. unlike Lucrecia's Maligula which is more a coping mechanism she made to defend herself, Augustus's is a fully realized...creature. not a person, but a creature who lives deep within the waters of the flooded circus and takes on all that heavy trauma of the Grulovia Dam Flooding, his failures, his biggest problems...he's sorta Augustus's main protector essentially, blocking him from doing much outside of his usual routines that ARE deemed as "safe". its why starting him on Psychic training is a bit difficult when you have a literal monster holding you back out of fear of you or your loved ones getting hurt

again this is all mostly based on my experiences and also how i internalize my own system stuff, so take all this with a grain of salt, im not an expert, yadayadayada, but i just think it's kinda neat!

plus theres no way in hell Augustus knows he has DID he thinks this is just How The Brain Works and theres like a whole team of highly trained psychologists like "No bestie this is somethin WAY different"

[iwaasfairy]

Its ironic how if only rin has sae's ability and boldness to make a move physically on reader (but in a much less fckd up way) and sae has rin's ability to admit his feelings to himself (but not in an insecure way) we wouldnt be getting tears instead a dp from the itoshis dhsjks lmao, but in all seriousness though. i think the other has what the other lacks albeit both imperfectly. whenever sae calls out rin for being a "pervert" it almost seems like a self projection, a jab to himself, cus there's probably a part of him that wants to do what rin casually does to reader but he knows its wrong and if he does, its a self admittance that he does love reader romantically and he repulses that idea. So instead he puts up this nonchalant and obnoxious attitude as a facade about the two's level of intimacy for siblings. Whereas, rin's inferiority complex, definitely stifles the possibility of a romantic relationship with reader. He doesnt realize that him being the always physically present sibling puts him at an advantage, which he doesnt see, but sae does, which is why when sae snapped, he subtlety mentions it. But yeaa just some thots i have i may be completely wrong. Sorry for the long assss ask hahaha i just lovee ur fic fairy i couldnt help but analyze it a little dhsjs.

it briNGs me such a sense of joy that my silly little words have made a bit of an impact and you guys like and understand how i write theMM aaaaHHHQGDSfsut yes this is so accurate i think. v v bright analysis, i also think sae really struggles with the idea of being the "perfect, oldest child" but also having feelings for his sister that he cant ignore even though he wants to? but he also kinda wants to shove it to rin and to the parents so he can't really let go either,, and

rin kinda doesnt put that limit on himself bc he already thinks himself lesser than sae and trying to surpass him anyway. but he's so focused on not having what sae has with you that he doesnt see that he really is??? kinda had the upper hand the entire time? until sae snapped i guess aKDHcGgdthey're both jealous of what the other has!!! and !! that causes people to get huRTTT stupid boys stupid stupid boys

and doNT APOloGIZE for the thoughts pLS i loVe it so mUCh i dOOOO thank you for the ask and for liking the fic :')) i crY

[oceanbastard]

“Yacht Rocket” - Bana-Nana ft. Byron Singh

A tragedy of loss, denial, crippling addiction, strength in the face of adversity and growth. //// 10/10 //// I don’t even fucking care. I’m biased. This is fucking based. Bana-Nana are a two piece group of musicians from St. Louis, Missouri. Previously the powerhouses behind groups such as Downcast and The Handicaps (iykyk), Drew Anderson (Production/Engineering/Project Direction/Instrumentation) and Brett Barry/Guttersugar (Vocals/Project Direction/Instrumentation/Lyrics) bring something new to the table each and every time they step into the studio. Genre does not define these men; they are Gods of their own universe and none shall tell them otherwise. The tale of Yacht Rocket is a poignant one. We enter to the sounds of joy and celebration, accompanied by methodical, melodic, (we call this “melodical” in the industry) amusingly boat horn-esque synths, setting the stage for what at first glance appears to be a party of a track. However, we’re immediately inundated with Guttersugar’s sorrow via hook: “You left me on my own/The Yacht Rocket’s on Loan/I’m on this boat alone”. This tragic tale is developed before our very eyes as the synths cascade into the next, our martyr crooning “I’m flying deep through space/and I can’t feel my face/I think I lost my face/Yacht Rocket night and day”, filling us in on the drug-addled hole they’ve retreated to without their lover. The lyrics of Yacht Rocket explore many difficult topics, such as fashion, suicidal ideation, allergies, love languages misinterpreted and so many more. Guttersugar deftly weaves these myriad topics into flowing rhymes and catchy melodies, held aloft by Drew’s ethereal, lofty production that knows exactly when to hit the hardest, helping us understand the desperation and delusion of the story’s character through both language and sound - “My emotions keep on droppin’ so I/Bought a boat with a motherfuckin’ rocket engine/50 milli, now I’m flying through the fuckin’ heavens”. To be entirely serious for a second, this track really is a monumental achievement. Not only does it in fact embody much of the sound typically associated with the yacht rock genre as well as tying in their own musical takes, it tells an enticing story that the listener consistently wants more of, while holding an obvious comedic and unserious air about itself. The lyricism, while occasionally silly, still holds its own as being skilled and thoughtful, maintaining the cohesiveness of the story being told while still hitting the occasional curveball right out of the park. And we haven’t even talked about Byron Singh’s guest feature yet. As mentioned, I’m a bit biased on this one. I know these guys. No veil here. But that doesn’t mean I am being any less genuine with my rating or comments. While this track seems meticulously planned, feature and all, the truth is that this might as well be called a loosie - it happened almost entirely off the cuff in the studio. In fact, it’s my understanding Byron and Bana-Nana had not really known one another prior to this track’s recording. Yet, Byron stepped into the booth and delivered the most scathing rebuttal possible from the perspective of Guttersugar’s spurned lover. Byron stands nose to nose with the lyricism delivered before his entry, and makes no bones about making it known. Not only does he seamlessly fall into the narrative, his bars hit like the suckerpunch of a breakup and mercilessly deconstruct the truth of the main character’s delusion and denial. Not to mention, he finished his verse with the sickest fucking burn I’ve ever heard in my life. “I WAS A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH/BUT YOU TOOK ME FOR GRANTED/NOW YOURE FLYIN ON YOUR TOY/DONT THINK A BOY CAN MAN IT”. I MEAN COME ON BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The reality here is, Bana-Nana have created a multi-faceted masterpiece in this track. And they hardly even had to try. The ease with which these men create incredible music is genuinely astounding, and it’s utterly criminal there aren’t more people talking about this, goofy as it is. YACHT ROCKET NIGHT AND DAY!

[misshunnybee]

Guys i have to say it i dont give a fuck if i sound jealous or whiny or mean;

IF YOU BUY PIT TICKETS TO MULTIPLE SHOWS ON THE SAME TOUR I (EMPHASIS ON I, AS IN ME, MYSELF) THINK ITS A SUPER SHITTY THING TO DO yes you can do whatever you want with your own money and yes OF COURSE i want everyone to get as much as they can out of these boys and i fully understand how seeing them live can be a healing experience or a therapeutic experience and how its normal and understandable to want to do something that brings you great joy and wanting to appreciate them in as many ways as they can but i just think buying multiple pit tickets to multiple shows is a selfish thing to do. Its like if there was a candy bowl set out for halloween, even if there was no sign saying “please take only one” you have to know that if you take fuckin 4 pieces that means 3 other kids wont get any. You have to think about others, we are a community both as a fan group and as a SPECIES,we have to think of others.You are ACTIVELY AND MOST TIMES KNOWINGLY IF YOU THINK FOR EVEN A SECOND taking a close up ticket from someone who has never gotten that opportunity, as we all know, resellers are loathsome little cockroaches and they have infiltrated pretty much every presale, and regular sale of almost every band. Getting one pit ticket for one show is hard enough, and some people have the gall to buy multiple pit tickets for multiple shows. Especially IF YOU ALREADY SAW THEM IN PIT ON THE FIRST LEG OF THIS TOUR!These added dates are already puny as is, why in gods great fuck would you buy multiple pit tix for the second leg? Give others a chance! I had first row jake catwalk floor seats and they were fucking amazing! I would buy them everyday all day for the rest of my life! …If i had less critical thinking skills and empathy. I want others to experience the amazing seats i had! So i wont be buying that section again! I want to experience other places, ive had nosebleeds ive had front row! Some of you gresties need to try some new things, Its the same thing as those older “collectors” who have a bunch of the same signed things! Or multiple editions of the same vinyl or poster or something! Share the fuckin love! Let others experience the joy youve had! Im all for people doing what they want with their hard earned money and i totally get wanting to see greta as much as you can and wanting to live life and be young but jesus fuck guys there are other options than pit and/or front row seats. I know this is coming off as aggressive and im sorry for that but im also sick of seeing sweet members of the community cry over the fact that they still arent likely to get pit/ close seats while seeing others actively planning on buying pit for multiple shows. There isnt a show within 5 hours of me for this second half of tour, so im using my adult,non obsessed, brain and not taking tickets for this show away from someone who is closer and may have never seen them or may want good seats! I ethically couldnt bring myself to buy tickets for a show 5+ hours away from me when i already had an AMAZING show from them this tour! I believe it or not found a way to let one great show satiate my desire to see them! It is possible! If you think pragmatically! I really hope this doesnt start a little internet war and that people dont hate me too much for this but at the same time yall can argue with ya mother because ethically i feel just in this opinion. Also; to all the lovely people who may not be able to get the close seats or pit they wanted, for whatever reason, there are always other seats! Seeing them at all is still worth it! Nosebleeds are worth it! The shows are months from now! Good deals will still come! Pit/ close up isnt the only option! Dont go into debt for 4 michigan men who happen to be talented! They are just human beings!

[ozdwibe]

i have nothing to read

so i write, just had the logos

i exchange it for the thought make

are my poems faulty if i edit them?

i study poets and thier revisions

why do we revise, these subtle significances

strength enough to change labels

living freely is political da

philosophy is high comms, politics the gossip

ye upon all eye, that kinda loft talk

what is its easy replace

i oose train of thought, o lose train of thought

lost is only a word, if i stop believing words how do i make understand the blind, i remember echolocation, its masters, my fear is futile, how more long do i have to make remember untill its etch

ill go back to them

trainwreck, train of thought, movement , the scene, speed, scent, weight, lips and the eyes

letters and the trust da,

news bringing fear does linger, force trust more

believing in everything is like talking to yourself

science survey feelings, makes number of it

balance it with other numbers, associates

ohh my my

my mind scribbling rounds, triangles, lines slants and i make numbers of em, my probability toss into air and around, for i know the grander scheme, ive had glimpses

my cahoots with the unknown

the lives i like are here, usually lives like me back

seldom not liked, but agendas and the psychic

its backfiring machine

i dont search for the lives i want, wont want the lives i need

necessity ignored couple enlightened desires

where am i dragged to, this magnetism is paradoxical

foolery it is, tobegone addiction

they think i took too much

they didn't work!

these lines here because they didn't work

unnecessary side-effects, traded tolerance money time and effort, have to havemore, be more

prove them of thier false rights

them hoodwinking themselves and winking eachother

frowns ,the force over smiles

they should know how jealousy works, how attention does

so dont turn their ignorance to my pride

let their limits fail, let succeed seeing chaos as harmony

untill then illusion persists, untill then need ask evidence,

iam me and them, real, for ill deliver

mixing poems piece by piece makes them more poetic?

piece of my muse, validation and warmdaydreams

im lost in music, down and down we go

music is my definition of old and new coming together

give chance to probability, be probable more

i have a chance to school tomorrow, i need the school tomorrow, i have the write here anyway

im turning mary jane platonic, lessons only

toxic nostalgia for badbloodpassion, No i wont be,

transmute out badsoberity, alchemy da freecharms

love and little light, we the heros we say could be

nahnahnah nah na, already na na, no way nada

fireworks into the night, hedonism

waters and its fish for me to indulge

dharma and sex, na freak na

no we can't be friends, no way,

we were friends then, we cant meet no

i dont wanna be with you, we cant be friends

no more holding anything, we cant be friends

price,fool for pleasure,no more play,

see the truth, i dont wanna be with you

we can't be friends

i rant in silence

i miss it already, the only something ive known best

the thought of no turn back, my back to my associate,

once joy, stability and understanding

what will become of me as i look only ahead,

a head that works of different connections

i have the of yore , ahh im turning into a man

the boy made assume responsibility

father spoke family being love, and all that seems love not love,

forensic linguistics the science, another implication of my overthinking into the machine.

the machine, all its meanings, i wonder how it processes all it knows, wonder how its evolution is different from mine, help imagine the bias from all available.

meanings, different ones, i realise they average out and become words, his words wonder in me for all them extremes left out for the average,

[a-wild-things-rambles]

so long, my love

violence and love would do something to easy my burning heart and help these broken bones shift into their new shape, but the chances of us beating the shit out of each other then going somewhere quiet and talking bout the things we never tell no-one cause no-one knows how to be broken like each other have changed drastically in these past few years

hes got plaster in his cracks now and we both grew up, these broken girls becoming broken boys. our lives have changed to much, that understanding is there, sad and nostalgic, a hidden past and self only we knew. liars know liars. but life's dealt us different hands and now were just a reminder of what we used to be, and we have always hated mirrors to the past.

i still love you with an ache and tears in my eyes, a bruise on my heart and blood on my knees. with whispers in the dark, and truths laid bare in lies. in fragile paintbrushes and delicate pencils, contrasting against our scarred and bloody hands.

but we made it, we grew up. we're alive, as hard to believe as that is, and we're learning to be comfortable in ourselves, to find a place in this world divorced from violence. divorced from who we used to be.

i think ill always love you, don't think i know how to not. but our love was all fire and fear and rage. the fires burnt out now, the things we fear aint as big now, and the rage is on a leash, and we shouldn't try and go back on that road of broken glass, shouldn't try and stoke the fire. ill carry the embers with me, my love. reminders of the wildfires we once were. a warning, a weight. ill carry those embers and pray i never burn anything to ash again. a reminder of the hurt that came with strength.

ill carry that love in my heart for a long time my friend. i dont know if i will ever love someone like i loved you, i pray i dont. i wish i would.

your the person who got the closest to knowing all of me, and i'd like to think im the same for you. its why conversations now are awkward, years of history and miles of limping steps, gallons of blood and oceans of tears. how can you acknowledge it all?

i love you. i cry at night sometimes, praying that your life will be good and sweet and full of love. a life i don't think i can enter anymore and keep so.

certain people represent certain eras of the self i find, and when they return outside of that era, well. i now understand the old lover coming back when you've moved on, and the emotional conflict it brings.

i think i knew it was over when i turned to my friend and said that you looked happier in yourself. when you said you had new friends and life was going pretty good.

we have no place in each others lives when our hearts are filled with joy.

but i will always remember the place you used to have, i will always wish for you to be well. for once im not selfish enough to wish we were both still in the fire together.

may the road rise up to meet you, may the wind always be at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your face, the rain fall soft upon your fields, and as we may never meet again, may god hold you in the palm of his hand

i love you with all my heart and wish you well with all the grace i have. i thank you for how you shaped my life, and am glad of our time together. i wish you joy and sunshine and understanding, all the things you helped give me.

so long,

its been good to know ya.

[caruliaa]

okay very ironic since it is soooo far later for u and u are awake JSBSJS which omg so valid but i hope u get some good sleep tn still dearest HSBSJSJ but omg i dont even have to be up very early tmrw but. i also slept in insanely late today JABSJSJ so i think if my body is trying to get thattt much sleep then thats a sign i should sleep as sooon as possible LOLLLL so yeah i want to say before i do that!!!!! holy shittttt vcing today was sooooosososooooooo much fun like aghhh the livholden ep we watched was so good and it was sooo fun to watch stuff with you in general and it was sososoo fun to chat and laugh and hear abt stuff from u and share stuff w you like!!! just always allll thee time spending time with you is sosososoooo lovely and wonderful and amazinggg and like just being your friend in general is like thee best most amazing incredible wonderful thing and you are the most wonderful compassionate caring understanding friend jules !!!!!!!! and i just feel sososososoo lucky to know you not only bcuz of all the insanely many ways that you make my life so much better and warmer but also just because i feel lucky to know a person as lovely and good as youuu flappy and!!!! i really really do want you to know that you mean the world to me and i care smmm abt you and i love you soooooo muchhhhhhhh (hugs youu for a while if u like!! 💕💕💕💕‼️‼️‼️🫶🏻🫶🏻💕💕‼️‼️‼️💕🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻‼️‼️‼️💕💕‼️🫶🏻‼️💕)

yayeah SFGDFGS i did actually send u a gn ask but at the exact time u send me one which yk is a !! bad sign for how late im staying up DFHFDHDF but ya i tihnk got like some goodish sleep in but i did get up at like 1:30 soo yk not thee best DFHDFGDF but yayeah i hope u got lots of good rest too my dearest and ough omg ur so so sweet ;; i hope you know that i really had sm fun vcing too like watching liv and maddie and boy meets world together and just getting to like vc and chat and spend time together rly was soso fun an nice and lovely i think :3 !!! so im soso glad that it was the same for you my love and that i can be such a good friend to you my dearest and and be like caring and understanding and compassionate and stuff to you becuase you really are do just deserve it soso very much and i really do just want to soso very much becuase you are just !!! so os wonderful and amazing and special and dear to me and i hope you know that you really are the same to me and such a wonderful kind caring thoughtful frein who makes me feel so loved and cared for and safe with you and just knowing someone as wonderful brings me sm joy and light and warmth and happiness and i hope you know that you really do just mean everything to me and i love you too so so very very much *hugs you back soso close soso much* 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[killemwithkawaii]

A submission from the wonderful Danu-chan~:

(Silent Panic Noises)

I made you this! I hope you like it!

So, I was in a drawing mood, and I thought- “hey, I remember doing manga when I was little and dumb- I wonder if I could do better now?!” Then I remembered your kinda anime style, and I was like, “yes, this is a PERFECT idea. Totally.” So. Um. Manga version of your profile, I guess? It’s not the best of my works, but I’m a bit rusty, so please be gentle. 😅 (Also, Manga Style is so fun! I’d reccomend it to artists beginning to think about developing a cartoon style) (Also, yes they aren’t traditional manga lips- I’ve never been great at those 😓)