#I kinda think that's the direction things are going in

[canmom]

for many years the novels i read used to fall under the loosely-defined 2010s scifi/fantasy subgenre i tend to call 'lesbians and imperialism'. broadly speaking, these books involve a setting where some big old empire is fashing the place up, and typically follow some girl who gets caught up in the machinations of power. there is usually some kind of identity-related shit, like having someone's ghost riding in your head, or being an AI inhabiting multiple bodies. they take a certain degree of cues from the past generation of 'anthropological' scifi, le guin and cherryh and so on. they almost always have 'empire' or 'imperial' somewhere in the title.

there are many specific things i do (still) like about these books - i like how imperial raj radch plays with fake-translation of songs and calls everyone 'she'; i like machineries of empire's poetic mathematical technobabble; i like the mirror empire's lush body horror; i like a whole damn lot about the locked tomb, which puts most of them to shame with its command of narrative voice and vividness of character. but in all honesty, as far as their ostensible unifying subject of imperialism, very few of these books have more insight than fucking star wars. most of them are instead sort of obsessed with the trappings of power: fancy gloves and sexy generals and tea-sipping with emperors, or being the bestest prodigy at the fancy school, the most ruthless general in the army. if we see colonialism happening onscreen - a big if - it's usually direct conquest by overwhelming military force and nothing more.

so far, the only one i've found that actually seems to have a go at the subject with sincerity is baru cormorant. that's kinda why i wrote so many fucking words about it. it is, crucially, willing to get into it - which is to say that it is an uncompromisingly nasty story populated by all the atrocities of the last few centuries, genocide and eugenics and lobotomies and all; and all of this does a lot to ensure its attack on the 'i will rise within the system and subvert it' aspiration has any bite. but it also has enough humour and energy to make that go down in a way that's viciously entertaining rather than a dry lecture.

seth is a pretty unique writer within the genre - the product of a lot of quite horrible pressures i wouldn't wish on anyone but i can unfortunately to some degree say 'same hat' to. arguably the idea of addressing the entire phenomenon of colonialism in a mass market scifi/fantasy novel is all a bit grandiose, but i think if you're going to try it on, i think you gotta commit. if you fail, at least it will be interesting. scifi is at its best as a genre of deranged ambition.

but i'm also reading james baldwin presently and good god can that man write. i missed out on so much by reading mostly this one specific type of scifi. my past self was insane and brainwashed in various ways (i still am, just maybe more self-aware about it lol), so i forgive her, but honesly, never limit yourself to one genre! it's silly. especially don't stick to one very niche subgenre for convoluted moralistic reasons. i promise, whatever it is, you can find your specific form of satisfying pervert shit all over the shop.

[pinkxpantha]

New Years Resolutions

-Lyney x GN!Reader

#: synopsis- Lyney has a massive crush on you, and decides he needs you by his side before the year ends

#: cw- 1.9k words, you/they pronouns, lyney is kinda oblivious, kiss scene (brief) Lynette and Freminet mentioned, confession, ect ect I'm so tired 😭

Lyney is confident, charismatic and so many other positive adjectives according to himself and others. Yet why does it feel as though none of that matters when it comes to you?

You weren't some important figure, realistically, you didn't stand out from most crowds.

But why do you have to be so.. you?? Lyney isn't the type to get so overwhelmed when he sees someone smile that his heart stills in his chest. So unusually that the first time it happened he thought he was on death's doorstep.

And of course, it just had to be you to cause this feeling in him.

"ney--"

You always sparked such an unfamiliar experience in him. The novelties of life always had a touch of 'you' in them.

"Lyne--"

How could he ever dare to dream of a new day without you in it?

"Lyney, wake up."

"[Name]--" He quickly cut himself off at the sight of his sister deadpanning. She looked so done with him, and that was kind of warranted.

He cleared his throat, "Er-- Lynette." Lyney rubbed the sleep off his eyes as he looked up at her.

"This is starting to get concerning." She spoke, her voice as monotonous as always. He didn't miss the edge of worry in her tone.

His hands kneaded into the plush of the couch that he somehow fell asleep on.

"Lynette, that's a stretch. I know calling you-" "And freminet." "... and freminet by the wrong name on accident is annoying but it's nothing to be concerned about." He waved his hand in a placating gesture.

"I still recognize my wonderful sister and enthusiastic brother." Lyney nodded.

"Enthusiastic?" Lynette echoed, her arms folded into each other.

"You should see him ramble about some of the things he's found on his diving trips."

Lynette nodded in thought, "I see it, but that's not what i'm talking about."

What? That's the only unusual thing he's done recently. What is she talking about?

"--your painful crush on [Name]."

Oh.

That... makes a lot more sense.

"I know i'm not the best person to give you advice on this manner-- but you need to do something about it. We can see how much it's been affecting you--"

"Lynette, I appreciate your concern but i'm fine." He assured. It wasn't like Lyney was steeped in longing. You were just--- ugh. So many things reminded him of you. Could you really blame him when your absence felt like his oxygen was being deprived?

"You say that but how much longer are you going to wait?" Lynette said, her words pointedly accusing.

"..?"

"Are you going to wait for them to make the first move or until these feelings of yours bubble over?"

Lyney hesitated. Lynette's words seemed so direct, as though she was confronting a part of himself he hid under layers and layers of facades and empty promises.

"What are you so scared of?"

He doesn't want to lose you. A world where everything reminds him of a faded memory-- one he could never hope to experience again would feel like torture.

But this anemoia of what it feels like to wrap his hand around yours could become something real if he just made a move.

Lyney didn't need to say anything for his sister to understand what he was thinking. As if each thought was paved into the muscles of his forehead, and his act of stoicism only made the words more legible for her to read off him.

"Reach out, Lyney." She advised.

Lyney was many things, a fool might be one of them. He had a golden opportunity, and he'd be an absolute moron to ignore it.

Lyney has scrolled through way to many websites in the past twelve hours. He hopes nobody finds his search history in the moments of desperation he held.

Wikihow articles be damned--- he was going into the new years with you by his side.

How many romance related searches has he looked for? Good question, anyways. He would have to put is faith in those cookie-filled sites even as desperate as he was he wouldn't put any faith into Instagram, TikTok or god forbid Reddit.

Not to mention the hour he spent just rewriting one text.

'hey [name] r you doing anything for new years?'

'wanna celebrate new years w/ us?'

'pls come over I cant do this anhmore'

'are you doing anything? I want to spend new years with you'

Shit, he didn't mean to press send. He quickly went to delete the message only to see you just happened to read it at the same time.

So the world really does hate me.

'a and with freminet and Lynette too of course!! 11!'

Lyney quickly typed out that second message. He groaned, flinging his phone onto his bed, his head now stuffed in between the pillows cushioning the head.

Even as he felt the vibration of his phone from his embarrassed position on the bed, he made no movement to check.

Fear of rejection? No, this would kill him.

Maybe he was being dramatic-- yet he typed each letter with the yearning of a thousand starving lions, and like felt you would see how down bad he was through the screen.

Though when he eventually had to check his phone (because unfortunately he can't ignore everything) his siblings heard his cry of joy.

You agreed!

A few more texts were sent coordinating where you were going to meet up.

So there he was, right at the shore of one of the nearby beaches.

The dusky night made the sand look dark, almost muddy if not for the faint illumination of the stars. His siblings were already with him. Lynette preferring to rest by the car as to not feel the grains of sand somehow slipping under her feet. Freminet moving just where the sand and water met, his ankles getting splashed occasionally.

And then he saw you, dressed a lot warmer than he was, a scarf wrapped around your neck. Even in the shroud of darkness the first thing he saw were your eyes. The starlight glimmer made them shine so beautifully.

"You look like you're going to freeze."

A voice he recognized so well, too familiar to his heart.

"Hey [Nam]--" He cut himself off, fabric swiftly wrapped around his neck. He didn't even notice how cold it was until you made him feel so much warmer.

"There, you should stop shivering soon." You were so close to him-- he realized you were right, his hands were trembling at his sides.

Thank archons it's nighttime. He would hate to have you see how flustered he was, he could feel his face grow hot, and not from the scarf.

Get a grip!

He tried not to focus on the proximity of your faces, but he couldn't help it. You backed away from him with a chuckle, your head turned towards the ocean stretched out ahead.

"Thanks," he said, his gaze completely locked onto you. "I wasn't that cold." The breeze of night brushed against your face.

You turned back to face him.

"Hah, sure. I'll agree with that for now." You grinned

He blinked.

Why were you smiling like that? Your lips stretched to the risen corners of your mouth, the corners of your eyes crinkled just the slightest.

Curse all those sources saying to "Be confident" that might work for him if it was anybody else he was talking to.

"Are you cold?" Good save, Lyney. good save.

You shrugged, "I'll be fine."

"We could start a fire or something." He offered, only partially joking.

You let out a few breathy laughs, "once a pyromaniac, always a pyromaniac."

You both kept talking, walking along the beach, right next to each other. If you bothered to pay attention, you might've seen freminet and Lynette distance themselves as the clock ticked closer to twelve.

It wasn't long before you both were secluded, the only other person was each other.

Lyney checked his phone, '11:55' it read.

"Only five more minutes before the new years." He smiled as he spoke, his steps halting in the sand. The footprints you and he made all lead up to this right?

"You excited?"

He nodded, "I guess." Lyney took a deep breath, his priorities solely focused on you. You stopped next to him, moving in front just so you could see his face.

"What's on your new years resolution?" He asked. His hands stuffed in his pocket. His fingers traces barely around the edge of the paper.

"Probably just the usual, I haven't given much thought to it." You said, your hands rubbed against one another. "You?"

He hesitated-- no, he didn't have time to hesitate.

"I want to spend more time with my family,"

Freminet and Lynette came to mind, their faces were plastered all over his life, he'd be damned if they weren't there.

"I want to experience new things."

He thought of you, the warmth you brought into his life. His instincts craved the comforting heat of safety, of home. Each new thing he could cup in his hands always had that warmth since you taught him to appreciate these minuscule things.

"And.. I want to be with you."

He confessed, as soon as the words escaped his mind and into the atmosphere around you, he couldn't stop.

"[Name], you're too good to me. Each second I'm near you, I swear you've changed something fundamental in me. Even though it feels like I can't breathe, I've never felt more alive in those moments."

He looked up to face you, your eyes wide and gaping at him. His blonde hair messily fell down the side of his face as he looked up at you-- just you.

He grabbed your hands in his, raising your knuckles up to his lips, letting his warm breath sooth the cold that nipped at your fingers.

Even with the fireworks booming off in the distant areas. you were the only thing he focused on. You consumed all of his senses.

"I want to be yours this year." He said, his voice a mere whisper in the grand scheme of things.

But you weren't the type to look at a wide picture. Those small details, each individual brush stroke mattered to you. The sincerity of those words took you off guard.

His eyes were locked onto your face, his heart thrumming in his chest. Then you moved.

Your fingers slipped from his palm, cupping the sides of his face instead. The cold still clung to the tips of your fingers, but he didn't mind. He realized what was going to happen.

You leaned in, and so did he. Your lips slotting together in a mix of warmth and chill. He wasn't prepared for this, and he thought you weren't either.

Expecting the unexpected is a part of life though.

So even as your lips parted he swore he could still feel them on his, the warmth lingering.

"Happy new years." You said, your chest heaving with each breath you took.

Lyney was still in the past, hung up on the feeling of you.

"W-wait," He covered his mouth and nose with his hands, the tips of his fingers pressed against each other.

"You look flustered." You hummed, the circles of your cheeks risen in a smile.

"A-ah.. yeah." He only said in response.

Lyney was confident, and charismatic. When it came to you, he poured his confidence into his actions, his words left behind. He was charismatic, his words, although delayed, carried such sincerity. He acts complex.

"Could I kiss you?"

But he is a simple person.

[paracosmicessence]

i've contemplated sending u an ask here for like 2 days regarding ur sonadow art and oufhgh i have to say it is so,, so gentle like the intimacy and softness of it all/pos i hardly see artists that explore the intimate cuddly drawings without the sexual coding so finding your art is so nice?? like refreshing nice as an aroace person bc in my perfect world, many little guys are just cat coded and it's so so cool to me to have found ur art out in the wild also for the mpreg stuff youre literally one of the most normal ppl i've seen draw/bring it up lol, i'm aware so many ppl like to meme on it or make it a fetish which tbh is pretty transphobic, so i'm just really glad you steered it away from that direction and displayed it as something normal and gentle given the context of the au/lh

first off thank you this is such a nice message and i love that people also feel the vibes of soft and intimate from my sonadow art that’s my only ever goal whenever i drew them 😭😭

second off FELLOW AROACE PERSON ACQUIRED 🫵‼️like omg you get it i love thinking about ships in a cat coding way if that makes sense but especially sonadow bc they’re animals so i just love thinking about them as little guys i can put in my pocket just like my cat

like idk if this is an aroace thing bc i don’t hear it described in a way that i relate to exactly so this might just be me but basically: i’ve always loved romance and ships in fiction but as i got older i slowly realized that i don’t think i can feel it for myself. which kinda made me sad at first because the idea of having a partner always seemed so nice, that was the main reason i didn’t think i was aroace at first because i thought i had always wanted to be in a relationship. i did some research and looked into different identities on the aroace spectrum, and thought that cupioromantic was probably the most accurate to what i was feeling, but later didn’t feel like it applied to me because i think the “enjoys the idea of being in a relationship” doesn’t fit right? ig?? idk how to describe it other than i like the idea of relationships, but it took me awhile to realize that i didn’t really want to apply myself in one if that makes sense.

most likely there’s a thing or word out there that already exists to describe that and i just haven’t been looking up the right terms, but basically this is just a very very long way of saying that i feel like whenever i get into a ship it sorta..…attaches?? to my very identity or something?? like i know people can be like “this is my OTP i love them forever and think about them literally all the time” and it’s like YES that’s me but also feels like an understatement, like all of my past hyperfixations on ships are literally ingrained into my soul even i’m not that into them anymore. and i know people compare hyperfixations to relationships and tbh that’s probably the most accurate description but again, that feels like an understatement.

okay honestly idk where i’m going with this i think what i’m TRYING to say is that i feel like because i can’t feel romance for myself my appreciation for ships feels so much more…emphasized, and sonadow is like the longest consistent hyperfixation i’ve ever had on a ship and at that point usually when something has been a “hyperfixation” for 2+ plus years i put it on the special interest display case in my brain except that display case has only ever had like hobbies and fandoms themselves, never an actual fictional relationship that i’m obsessed with but here we are. it might be the development of brain has synched up with this specific hyperfixation but sonadow is the first ship that makes me feel genuinely happy to this degree. it doesn’t make me sad to think about them and also go “aw i’m sad because i’ve never felt that way about another person and probably won’t experience that ever” in the exact same way you would go “aw i’m going to be dead someday” when you think about the fact that you’re alive right now and conscious and exist and have a mini existential crisis of the week. like sonadow doesn’t do that to me, i really just love those stupid fucking gay hedgehogs so much they’ve actually changed the entire layout of my brain and all the neurons and shit they’re everything to me.

ANYWAY JESUS CHRIST sorry for the ramble uhhhh lemme know if you or any other aroace people know what the fuck i was trying to say there hope you’re doing well and also happy new year!!!

[hyperfixationcritter]

Thinking again about Sky and Viktor's wasted potential cuz they could've done SOMETHING with associating the botanical with Sky and the mechanical with Viktor; how they can potentially clash but also work together as well as their similarities despite one being natural and the other artificial (circuitry/wires vs root systems and what not).

Like in s1, I was kinda skeptical about the direction they had Viktor and Jayce going with Hextech with their new inventions for Progress Day. Like others have pointed out before, there could've/should've been a lot more emphasis on environmental classism based on what was already set up and how different Zaunite characters combat that and Sky would've been a perfect candidate to do that with on Piltover's side. I'm also still mad about Ekko's tree mission going nowhere.

And like, it's one thing if they framed the Progress Day inventions as them being pushed to create tools for the mining industry (and how that industry is so integral to the class divide) to incentivize the initial funding for hextech in order to build the projects they actually wanted to but that wasn't the case. It was framed as something they did of their own volition and narratively done for the purpose of setting up for the league gear/weapons that Viktor and Vi use later on. And while I can see Jayce, as a person from a lower noble house whose money was built on making tools, thinking that's a good invention, I have mixed feelings about what would be in character for Viktor to think is actually helpful for the Undercity that balances how removed he is from it and the compromises that could arise from his place in Piltover vs his clearly established goals to help the Undercity.

Bringing environmental classism to the front and center of the story could've done wonders for Sky and Viktor and where their characters could've gone in s2 instead of making them "Fridged 2.0" and "OOC Eugenicist Cult Leader" who killed a chunk of the poor-disabled population through his hive mind.

While I personally would've liked to see Viktor, along with Sky, bring up projects related to civil engineering to improve the environmental conditions of the undercity and have more pushback on his part against certain things like the where the hex vault was built, it's fine to have him be blinded by his ambitions (and trying to not die, in part for the sake of his ambitions) from what's really important like they were trying to set up in s1. It would make him a flawed and nuanced character who has to learn from his mistakes. It would also tie into how Sky could've/should've become a prominent character through her own scientific contributions (and not post-humously from being fridged) which were canonically related to plants and the hexcore.

Like, to see the two of them go back to Zaun as equal partners, with Sky taking the lead, instead of being assistant to Viktor and Jayce (paralleling Viktor's own comment about not just wanting to be an assistant) and doing things to improve the environment with their combined skill set would've been awesome. Seeing them in sync together in s2 instead of unintentionally clashing in s1 would've been a cool parallel to have. Also have them team up with Ekko and Sevika :>

I'm having trouble wording my thoughts here but does anybody see the vision?????????

[click4rainy]

Syzoth Boyfriend Head Canons

👽: He’s so cutie patootie frfr

⚠️ :freaky lizard man, (up to your interpretation) dual penetration, cunnilingus, biting, edging, idk if I left anything out but he’s so fine isn’t he? OH, and breeding kink kinda implied? (Definitely)

SFW 💚🦎

★ Syzoth is kind and nurturing. Despite going through immense loss—he still holds that aspect of himself. He’ll often check in just to ensure you’re okay.

★ “Are you feeling alright, bug?” “Are you sure?” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hungry?” “Have you drank water today?”

★ He’s open about his grief, but only when he feels safe enough to share it. Sometimes he’ll tell you about his family with a bittersweet tone, grateful that you’re willing to listen.

★ Syzoth never wants to burden you with his immense guilt. No…But in nights when the memories are too much for him, he allows himself to lean on you. He will hold onto you tightly—as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear too. Your touch often the only thing that can ground him from his despair.

★ He isn’t interested in grand gestures or gifts. He thrives on small, intimate moments. Sharing a meal, late night walks, fire fly watching, or simply enjoying a movie in bed together.

★ He’s honestly so thoughtful, like remembering the tiniest details about you, kind of thoughtful. Your favorite flower, the way you like your tea, and even the books you’re reading. “I saw these flowers on the way back…I think they’re the ones you wanted for book marks. I don’t know, either way they made me think of you…”

★ Syzoth knows what it feels like to hide who you are, given his shape shifting ability and the stigma that comes with being Zaterran. With you, he’s completely himself and encourages you to do the same. Your little hype lizard.

★ He’s does this thing (usually when you’re alone and not particularly doing anything important.) where he’ll suddenly get really close to your face and stare at you intently. This habit (even though you’re used to it) catches you off guard from time to time.

★ “you’re doing it again…” You’ll say with a quirked brow. He leans in closer, still staring intently. “I just can’t help it, love. I can’t keep my eyes off of you…” He answers honestly, his eyes tracing every line of your face shamelessly.

★ Syzoth naturally gravitates towards warmth, which often means curling up to you when he’s feeling a bit too cold. He’ll quietly rest his head on your lap or pull you into his arms, justifying it with a cheeky comment. “What..? You’re practically a walking furnace…” he says with a sly grin “let me borrow some of this heat you horde.”

★ He loves soaking up the sunshine. And if you’re outside together, you’ll often find him lying on his back with his eyes closed, taking in the warmth with a gentle smile. It’s one of the few moments where he looks completely at peace. And you’ve learned to just let him bask while you do your own thing nearby.

★ “I don’t understand how you can just stay there like that for hours…” you tease. He smirks, not bothering to open his eyes. “It’s absolute bliss for us cold blooded creatures, bug. Absolute bliss…”

★ This man will use his forked tongue to “taste the air” gauge his surroundings, especially when he’s in his true form. It’s an instinctive behavior. But he’ll use this ability to playfully taunt you as well. Flicking his tongue in your direction—making you roll your eyes. “You smell nervous.” He quips with a smirk.

★ “I smell just fine, thank you very much.” You retort, lightly swatting at him. (for being right.)

★ He isn’t prone to outward displays of anger. But if he’s upset, he’ll let out low rumbling sounds, or even hiss. It’s a subtle but telling sign of his irritation. And it’s cute as hell.

★ If you’re the type to tease back, Syzoth will respond in kind. By playfully stalking you of course. His movements becoming deliberate and slow, almost like a predator.

★He’ll sneak up on you when you least expect it, his footsteps silent as he follows your scent, his eyes fixed on you. When he finally catches you, his touch is light but teasing, his breath fanning against your skin.

★ “Trying to run away from me?” He asks, his voice coming out in a purr. “You’re not fast enough.” he adds, moving closer. “You’re clever, but I’ve never been one to let my prey get away.”

NSFW 🦎💦

★ He doesn’t mind being a bottom if that’s what you want baby! But he’s personally more of a top. He loves whatever you love. He’s gonna make you cum regardless. “mmmh, absolutely.” “Whatever you say, love.” “Is this what you want?” “Must I really keep my hands to myself…?”

★ I’m saying he’s got two of em. Not elaborating.

★ Syzoth, with his love for warmth, is quite touchy. His hands roaming your sides up and down before sliding into your bra, toying with your nipples until they perk.

★ He likes to bite. Sometimes he’ll bite too hard, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure throughout your entire body. you pout, but he softly hushes you with a murmur, licking his lips and finally pulling away, flicking his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the pain slightly.

★ Of course, he loves to worship your body with his long, dexterous tongue, tracing every curve and contour, leaving absolutely no inch of soft skin untouched. Pinning your thighs in place, he eats you out like no tomorrow.

★ Reaching places you never knew could have feeling, your hands gripping the sheets as he looks up at you through his lashes. He moans, barely audible against your pussy. Lapping at your clit before thrusting his tongue back inside of you, just barely tickling that sweet spot to make you desperate and reeling.

★ He gets off on edging you. Until you are a sweating, crying, whimpering mess. “What’s wrong love?” He croons, feigning ignorance while using his index and middle fingers to spread you open—exposing the fleshy, slick heat to his hungry gaze, his breath teasing every nerve that makes you arch and squirm.

★ He takes his time teasing you, bringing you juuust to the brink of ecstasy before backing off, only to start all over again.

★ Syzoth loves it when you give him head. It’s double the fun. Literally. Your soft, plump lips wrapped around one of his thick, pulsing dicks as your fingers stroke and caress the other. The dual sensations of your hot, wet mouth and gentle touch drives him wild.

★ He’ll tangle his fingers in your hair, (or grip the melon you never know) guiding your head and bobbing it on his length. “That’s it, love…mmmh, perfect~” Your muffled moans vibrate around his sensitive flesh, and it only spurs on his onslaught of face fucking.

★ Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he’ll yank you up and pin you beneath his muscular, cool form, one cock plunging deep into your slicked cunt while the other seeks whichever entrance you’ll allow.

★ “You drive me absolutely mad. I want to ruin you for anyone else…” “ssso good…sso warm…”

★ Rocking into you, desperate and needy, rutting his hips against yours as he fills you utterly, stretching you deliciously while nibbling your shoulder, both cocks fucking into you simultaneously.

★ His tongue snakes out, tracing the curve of your ear before he nips the lobe sharply. “I'm going to fill every inch of you” “Fill you until you’re dripping with my seed.” “When I’m done with you, the only thing you’ll be able to think about is the feeling of me splitting you open.”

★ He will fuck you for hours—relentlessly. Until finally he hilts inside you, twin cocks throbbing and pulsing. He grunts and shudders, picking up pace once again, pounding into you roughly while his claws dig into your hips. his thrusts become more sloppy, less coordinated.

★ “Want to see you round with my brood,” he grunts, or something similar, slamming in one last, merciless time, flooding your insides with his virile seed. He pulls out, a river of pearly white cream oozing from your well fucked hole(s) “Marked you inside and out.” he purrs, watching his semen drip out of you before falling beside you.

★ He immediately pulls you in close, cradling your head against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. But once he regains some composure, he’s the epitome of a cuddle bug. Stroking damp strands away from your face, kissing your forehead, cheeks and nose. He murmurs praise and words of affection.

👽: I LOVE HIM UGHHH. If he gave me a cup of his cum milk I’d drink it.

[frankenfran]

PLEASE talk as much as you want about final fantasy. Since I already have 3 FF questions, I'll let you choose whatever you want to talk about most

1. I wanna hear what you don't like about XV and XVI (I only know the story of XVI and yeah it has. issues)

2. What do you think about the older 2D FFs?

3. I know there's an insane amount of spinoffs and side stories, so of them all, what do you think is a must-play for someone like me who wants to get more into the series? (I've only played most of tactics, and FF I Advance of all things)

oh goodness well, this probably won't be popular but since you asked... (under a read more because it's fucking long)

1.) as reductively as possible: too much of a focus on men. deeply misogynistic games. it feels like they're a response to the misogynistic backlash to ffxiii. yes ffxiii had plenty of problems but given the culture at the time (which obviously hasn't gotten much better) it kinda felt like a lot of people rejected it as soon as they saw a woman as the protag. the craziest part is she's basically just cloud post transition but mysteriously people think all those traits on a woman are irritating or cringe.

anyway, this is obviously just my own personal feeling but it feels like they went the opposite direction and decided there should be less women going forward. ffxiv is infamous for killing every important female character and ffxv is just a yaoi road trip with minimal female involvement. you'd certainly think there were no women in the game based on the fan art and, unsurprisingly, people loved that. i mean consider the reaction to ffx-2 vs. ffxv. they're both obviously very different games in a lot of ways but one of them is about boys going on an adventure together and the other is about girls doing the same. one of them is considered embarrassing and got tons of backlash from fans contemporarily for being too girly and the other was a huge hit with fans and loved even with its flaws. it's worth noting ffxv was also originally a ffxiii spinoff that became it's own thing so. that's also information.

ffxvi is even more egregious in some ways but ill admit a lot of those are mostly personal. it's fucking ugly and dull and i would not know it's a final fantasy game if it weren't for the ill fitting chocobos in some trailers. i know it's ironic for me to say that considering i praised ffix for looking unlike any other ff game but they went in the wrong direction. it's clearly inspired by prestige western fantasy slop like GoT and the witcher and unfortunately those are the exact things i do not want in fantasy. some people like that and that's fine but it's clearly not for me.

anyway, iirc the writers from ffxiv worked on this and from what ive seen it shows in the worst ways. these are the writers who couldn't introduce a woman without killing her off so already off to a bad start but. it's punching above its weight class. it's trying so hard to be a epic grizzly dark fantasy but it just falls so flat. they say fuck all the time in the same way that one dmc game everyone hated did. im sure there's some amount of nuance that gets lost in translation but the only woman in the amount of the game i saw was, quite literally, an evil screeching harpy manipulator. which is not like, something im against obviously as a lover of women but for that to be the only woman in the first like. 10+ hours of the game? come the fuck on. maybe it gets better i honestly don't know. and i don't think i ever will because what i saw of that game was so immensely disappointing that im not sure ill ever bother.

i have plenty more i could say about both games but ive said soooo much already and honestly i can't imagine the misogyny website would particularly enjoy even more of my "misandry" lmfao. in short:

2.) i really enjoy the older 2D final fantasies but ive only really played a chunk of ffvi and the original ff. some day ill definitely give them a go! i feel like the ff fan equivalent of a zoomer for loving almost everything from ffvi onwards and not having much to say about the older ones but. the biggest barrier for me is the same one i have with the older dragon quests. they're not particularly hard or anything but they expect you to grind. a whole lot. if i was a kid and my only game was ffiii id be on that grind but it's a bit harder as an adult who can like. just do anything else. i even like grinding and getting into that flow state but i haven't been as much in the mood for it these days, or if i have it's been for different games. ill definitely get around to them eventually though. young immortal mindset as ive said before. watching my gf try and play through them did sort of make me want to give it a spin even with her furping.

3.) honestly you're already off to a good start! tactics is well beloved for a reason and it's probably the most recommended spinoff. id also highly recommend tactics advance. it's not as like, dark and serious as tactics but the style and gameplay and story are all executed nearly flawlessly. it's a favourite of our beloved princess nettlebloom and that's reason enough! definitely finish tactics first though. hmm... if you play ffxii and also enjoyed tactics advance then give FFXII: revenant wings a try! it's a weird RTS type game but it's in the style of tactics advance and very cute. definitely not for everyone though.

it's really far from essential but if you can somehow manage to organise enough people for it i highly recommend giving crystal chronicles a try. it's really fun with other people and it's close to ffix stylistically so im a big fan. maybe try dissidia if you want a silly fighting game? kebs seemed to enjoy stranger of paradise quite a bit and it seems like mindless action game fun so maybe give that a look if it interests you. honestly the spin-offs cover such a wide range of genre and quality that it's almost hard to have cohesive opinions on them lol. but i hope that helps in any way!

thank you for asking though and sorry for the wall of text! i genuinely suck at being concise and getting my points across but hopefully you could decode some of this madness lol

[zz0mbi3bit3z]

i just thought of this:

“come here bun!”

I walk to the back of daddys and get to his room to see him in his desk chair. Looking around the room for any indication of what i could be needed for while stepping over to stand in front of him

“yes daddy?”

“down.”

at an instant i plop down to my knees and sit pretty for daddy with my head down like im trained to.

without getting too excited i accept the headpats i feel daddy giving me. he waits just long enough to leave me plenty of time to think and feel my anticipation grow between my legs

“guess what puppy?”

after bring directly addressed i look up at daddy and can now speak

instead of doing so i just tilt my head to the side! a signal daddy made for me to communicate ‘i am clueless’

“i got you a special outfit to wear while youre over. isnt that exciting?”

“ohmygosh i get a new outfit?! thank you so much i-“

daddy shushes me because im too excited and as my mind quiets slowly he stands up

“get up and close your eyes, its gonna be a surprise.”

springing straight up i stand in front of daddy now with my eyes screwed shut. even with my eyes closed i can still picture daddy standing in front of me, looking down at me.

im pulled over a couple steps and i feel daddy start peeling my shirt off. with my bra coming right after, my nipples stiff because of the exposure and growing arousal.

once daddy touches the hem of my yoga pants i feel my wetness start to pool in my panties and despite how many times we’ve done this im embarrassed by my excitement.

once my pants and wet panties are off i feel nothing for a little. hearing daddy open a drawer and close it.

plastic slides over my scalp and i feel a headband thing placed on my head.

“okay turn around baby”

i do as im told

then im pushed 3 or 4 steps forward till my legs feel the edge of daddys bed. gently he places his hand at the top of my spine and drags it down to my back bending me over the edge of the bed.

i lay there on the side of my face and feel a plastic thing at my lips

“hit it”

putting my lips around it im familiar with the object and start to take a small hit off the pen in my mouth.

“again”

this went on for a while and i forgot to count

once satisfied with my lack of reaction time and awareness the pen is taken away and i turn my head the other direction feeling way more comfortable with my position on the bed and the darkness of eyes shut

i almost opened my eyes when i felt the cold, wet substance land on ass. but i didn’t and instead just tried (failed) to understand what was happening

“shhhhhhhh its okay puppy”

like the rest of my consciousness was just blown away in my mind like pink fluffly clouds i relax

still relaxed when i feel daddy go into my lubed asshole, my mouth opens but nothing comes out because im shushed again.

1 finger turns to 2 and any instinct i had to protest was translated to a slutty moan

i kinda forget what daddy was doing when i heard

“okay stand up! youre all dressed up you look adorable like this my little bitch.”

when i stand up im wobbly and full?

walking over to the mirror i see my new outfit consist of red fox ears and a tail plug! how cute!!!!!

if u liked this tip me pls :p

[starlost-mochi-x]

hello 🙊 for the prompt list thing may i request 17 + 28 with lino or jisung pls 😌 excited to see what you'll come up with heheh

i had fun with this request, anon. it's kind of sad so maybe i'll write a little part 2 to it but ig we all need some angst from time to time. i was actually going to write jisung for this fic but i'll save him for another ><

rose - lee minho

pairing: lee minho x reader

summary: you and lee minho, the smartest student on campus, get unexpectedly paired up to work on an assignment

genre: kinda angsty ngl, escalates quickly, college!au, mutual pining, mentions of being thrown out a window (it's a minho fic what do you expect)

a/n: this isn't really how i saw it going but fuck it we ball. dividers by @kodaswrld

⛓️ prompts: 17. "Why are you looking at me like that?" / 28. "You're looking at me like that again."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist

"It doesn't make sense," you groan, dropping your head into your hands. Giving up completely, you drop yourself further into the mess of books and papers scattered across Minho's low desk.

Today, the sun is watery and filters weakly through the wide windows of Minho's dorm bedroom, making everything seem pale and slightly colder than usual. You rub your feet together under the desk, your fluffy socks providing some comfort, before it evaporates as you turn back to the part of the assignment you've been struggling over for the past hour.

Minho is sitting across from you, embedded in his own section of the assignment; his head is bent and he sits with his back straight, his elbows positioned so that they just touch the edge of the table. He is pale in the weak sunlight and the only movement he makes comes from the slight flicking of his wrist as he neatly scribes down notes, apparently unaware of your predicament.

He looks like a statue, you think.

"Hey, Minnie," you hum lowly, resorting to annoying him instead of re-attempting your part of the assignment. "Help me out."

"No. And don't call me that."

You groan, pressing your fingers down onto the table and pushing several miscellaneous papers his way. A couple of sticky notes go flying too, and Minho sighs irritatedly as he plucks one off of the collar of his pristine white shirt.

Your eyes follow the trail of his hand as he lowers it, before it creeps back up. His top two buttons are undone and you can see the attractive glint of a necklace, a sleek chain perhaps, against the perfect porcelain skin of his throat-

You sigh. Of all people, why him?

You wish you'd been allowed to choose your own partner for the project. But your professor had other ideas in mind and decided to pair up random people 'to facilitate teamwork and spark new connections' or whatever. Something like that.

Much to your disappointment, you'd been separated from your friends and teamed up with Lee Minho. You knew of him but had never actually talked. Unless you counted that one time where you'd run face-first into him as he'd been coming out of the college library. And all that had been was a rushed apology from you and a slight, huffy glare from him.

He was kind of strange, you thought. He always sat at the front of every lecture, always finished his work way before it was due and scored perfectly every time. Without missing a beat and without breaking a sweat. It was so incredibly irritating.

On top of that, he was popular, usually swarmed by friends and other students whenever he walked the halls. Not that he seemed to notice most of the time. Or maybe he just didn't care. Maybe he was a robot. It would explain his behaviour.

A really attractive robot at that.

You crane your neck a little, peering over the stacks of books between the both of you and see that he's almost done writing up his notes for his section. All without even so much as a glance in your direction. Your page isn't even half-full and you're stuck.

"Why'd you ask me to come to your dorm if you were just gonna ignore me?" You whine.

"Because," he says calmly, "it's easier than having to do it over the phone."

Little shit.

"What about the library?" You retort. "We could have just gone there."

Minho doesn't take his eyes off the paper and he doesn't reply either. Faint colour rises in his cheeks but you're too wrapped up in your own current problems to notice.

"Minho, come on. We're supposed to be working together." You tilt your head and fix him with a pleading gaze, half-despair, half panic. You're not dumb, and maybe not incredibly smart like Lee Minho either, but this assignment is difficult. And it's harder when he's refusing to help.

You don't take your eyes off of him, deciding to keep your gaze fixed on his face until he chooses to acknowledge you. You wait almost ten minutes before he looks up again, and he jolts slightly, like he hasn't realised you've been fixated on him all that time.

He stiffens. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because. I need help."

"You're clever. Figure it out on your own."

Your heart flutters from the rather direct compliment but you choose to ignore it. "Minho, please."

He smirks suddenly, a short bout of apparent confidence, teasing as he imitates you. "Minho, please."

You swear and lift a fist but he doesn't even flinch. He looks at you quietly and his smile disappears, then he gets up and crouches down beside you, poring over your page.

He hums. "You didn't write shit."

You groan. "Yes, I know. Thank you for clarifying."

"You're welcome," he murmurs, unfazed, eyes fixed on the page.

It's then that you realise how close he is; he's not sitting down fully, leaning on the balls on his feet, a temporary sitting position. One hand is on the desk and he's leaning in a little, his mouth moving slightly as he exhales out words, skim-reading your page.

He smells good, you think.

Minho is there for what feels like hours but is probably a few seconds, and then he leans back, fixing you with a stare. You feel the unusual warmth of his presence near you fade, like a mug of hot tea gone cold, and a bitter feeling rises in your throat. You open your mouth a little, maybe to prepare for whatever insult he's concocted, but it doesn't come.

What does come is an unexpectedly gentle explanation of your section of the assignment. He moves a little closer to point things out on your research papers, so close that if you turned your head, the tip of your nose would brush his chest. He's looming over you a little but you feel strangely protected, and you find yourself relishing in the almost-contact of Minho being there beside you.

So much so that when he leans back to clarify that you've understood what he's been saying, you find yourself as a loss for words. All you can do is gaze up at his stupidly perfect face, mind whirring with many thoughts but none as present as the fact that you hadn't been listening and now he will probably throw you out the window.

"Y/n."

You blink once, slowly, stupidly.

"You're looking at me like that again."

And maybe it's the fact that this whole thing feels unreal, or that the assignment has you so dazed, or that you're working with Lee Minho of all people, but you suddenly find your hand reaching up to brush a strand of soft hair out of his eyes. It trails down until your thumb rests gently in the middle of his plush bottom lip. You expect him to move back, chide you, glare, push you away.

But he doesn't.

Later, you will be embarrassed by this memory, and the fact dimly registers somewhere in the back of your mind.

It seems to register in Minho's mind too, because his eyes widen a fraction and suddenly you find yourself falling off the soft, ethereal cloud of fantasy into the real world, where consequences and rational thoughts exist, though they didn't several seconds earlier.

You jerk your hand back and he looks almost disappointed, but you don't notice. A strand of fumbled apologies leaves your mouth as you stand, almost tripping, and quickly collect your belongings.

Minho has his hands out, seemingly trying to stop you, but his face is burning and unsure and you brush past him, fleeing as your eyes sting with tears. You rush through the unfamiliar setting of his dorm and eventually find the door.

"Wait," Minho gasps, seemingly out of breath. From what, you don't know. He still has his hands out, but he doesn't move to touch you, maybe afraid that he might scare you or cause some sort of unwanted reaction. Not that you're not already having one.

"Please," he says, quieter. You're still fumbling with the lock on the door, back to him. And you're not listening, too dazed and afraid to turn and face him. Humiliation washes over you in waves.

You feel so embarrassed.

But Minho has yet to throw an insult or a glare. He's just standing there, his hands out, almost reaching, and an expression of near-worry on his face. It looks strange, like he's not quite sure how to move his features to express it. In other situations, you would have laughed. Now all you want to do is cry.

The lock on the dormitory door finally gives and you rush out, disappearing down the hallway in a blur. Minho lets out a last, frantic 'wait' and considers rushing after you, but his rationality tells him it would just make things worse.

He pushes the door shut in a haze and sinks down against it, his hair ruffling against the smooth, white wood. He finds himself out of breath again, like he's been running, though he hasn't, and his stomach feels funny. Like something is leaping around inside it.

It's not unpleasant, almost a nice feeling, but it's unfamiliar and Minho has learnt to recognise that unfamiliar is usually not a good sign. He's supposed to know things and the feeling won't stop, so he puts both hands on his stomach to try and press it out, maybe.

But it doesn't work. Flashes of you run through his mind and the feeling only intensifies. His face feels like it's burning and he is bewildered, rosy in the weak sunlight. And he has a sudden, strange longing, yearning, maybe, to see you again.

Is it because you touched his face like that and he kind of liked it, maybe? Is it because he enjoyed having you around even though you're not a friend, or is it because you're a familiar face at college, and familiar is good and familiar is safe? He doesn't know.

A rather raw feeling surfaces in his chest and he almost gags at the unexpectedness of it. Suddenly he's on a stormy ocean, waves ravaging and lightning flashing all around him. He falls off his boat and loses his grip on the anchor and sinks into the cold, dark sea.

It runs down his cheeks, staining them wet and salty. And he's not one to be overemotional or show much of it in the first place unless there is a real reason, but he can't stop.

Minho puts his head in his hands and cries.

a/n: part 2?

[pospoets]

WAITTTTT lowkey curious abt thunderhoof and that weird ass cult _(:3 」∠)_

FUCKKK right on time I was just thinking about it.

So basically I make things up, like I usually do, and start saying that Thunderhoof had haunted the forest long enough to make it look like he's some local God that can gift you crystals and gems(he just got them while searching for Energon).

NOTE that he's not someone who came from Fixit's stasis pods

At first he encounters a couple that's on really thin ice and tight on money, but they helped him detect some Energon so he kinda gave them a little bit Crystal he found on the way because GAWDAMN these bitches thin as fuck I wonder if they can eat these crystals.

Timeskip 2 weeks later he has a fucking shrine in the middle of the forest and he's like; ???? Girl wtf.

Ends up meeting the cultists and they start praising him and he's just weirded out and a bit upset and then he decided that; ...Well, why not make use of these humans. And he did. They lead him to mining caves, a lot of them desperate enough to help him mine and saying that he'll 'grant them' protection. (He unironically does protect them but it's only because he's usually and conveniently near them) and this continues.

He still ends up asking them to build a portal with his directions like in RI15 Canon, everyone in the cult knows/thinks it's gonna send Thunderhoof back to his origin realm, they purposely delay and undo everything they've done every night so he doesn't leave. And oh golly gee does that not have any consequences!

It did. And the consequences shows how fearful and powerful he is and that only strengthened the cultists' beliefs and even more people saw him and joined the cult because gawdamn better believe a flawed God than nothing right?

And right in the middle of that he meets Butch, an orphaned boy who'd just witnessed Thunderhoof's power and anger, and decided to join his cult because he basically had nowhere to go, not his dead family, not the fuckass orphanage system, not the city that could only hold itself up with rich stuck up people that looks DOWN on people who barely makes a livi—yeah basically.

Thunderhoof gets a cult + a kid. Discussion of morality and leadership gets discussed.

In this case, with his temper, it's more like he's a dictator to these cultists because of how easily he can get angry.

Anddd that all happens before the event of the fanfic on AO3. How about it💗💗💗

[last-tarrasque]

Glad I got tagged in this because I think this meme in particular serves to illustrate the flaw in a certain brand of online "meme communism." Mainly that this kind of short picture based piece of media doesn't have the space to really put forward any kind of real analysis. I would like to demonstrate this point thought an analysis of this meme.

My principle criticism of this meme, which I have had for years (since it is very old) is that it really does not put forward any clear position. What is it trying to say.

Lets start with the first to frames, is this meme trying to advocate for genuine strategic unity between communists and anarchists? If so what kinds of communists and anarchists. Maoists and Hoxhaists generally can't form effective unity on a strategic level. And that is not even to mention the so called Marxist Leninists (who are often really Khrushchites under the banner of the CCP) and the remnants of the utopian traditions. On the other hand while anarchists often intend to form strategic unity between completely incompatible anarchist trends due to an aversion for line struggle, this predictably does not often end well, with groups exploding, collapsing or fizzling out (though this is not uncommon for Anarchist groups with ideal compositions). Given this I think it is very unlikely that any strategic unity is possible between Anarchists and Communists (really Marxists, as all utopian trends are rather irrelevant today, with only those who undertake reactionary policy even using their names) due to completely different goals. The fact is that revolution is not something carried out on vague promises with a caviler "we will figure out what to do after we overthrow the state" and anyone who actually puts this idea forward is deeply unserious.

Is this meme putting forward the idea of tactical unity? This is much more plausible of an idea (though not without issue, we will get to that). At a low intensity of struggle (such as in the U$) Anarchists and Marxists have and do unite on single issues such as the release of political prisoners and opposition to imperialist war. There is an issue to this as well however, two issues actually, however I am not going to address them in detail here. They are:

Pettie bougies, principally labor aristocratic, tendencies in both the western marxist and anarchist movements.

The tendency for movementism and economism within the western communist in direct defiance of Lenin's analysis, and the tendency of movementism and economism within the anarchist (which is principally western) movement, without the proper theoretical tools to analyze or correct it.

If anyone is interested, I will go into these issues in greater depth, but I do not intend to do so in this reblog.

The other two frames are most likely referring to the post revolutionary conflicts between anarchists and marxists. Now since Anarchists have yet to fully carry out even a single revolution, we can only analyze this in the context of Marxists obtaining state power, of which we have two principle examples (the USSR up until 1954 and China until 1982). I have seen this meme shared by both Marxists and Anarchists, and I do not know who originally created this meme, so I do not know in what light, or what facts and lies, where part of the creators understanding of history. While I will not go into them here, I am happy to discuss them further.

@b1tch-b1nary my apologies for the essay, but that is kinda my thing.

@last-tarrasque @communistprop @communist-hatsunemiku @communistkenobi-archive @communist101 @anarchy-inthecity

[elektroyu]

Interestingly, through the loss of my dad and then a certain trigger happening (a song I used to listen to when I was still in school), I realized I'm not only mourning this actual loss, but also what I've lost in the last years even before my chronic illness became more severe. There's barely anyone left whom I feel close to, and I really miss that feeling of closeness to someone. At the same time, I feel like all this is exactly what needs to happen at this time. It's a little weird to feel this while also feeling that immense loss.

Also, I'm really curious what life will have in store for me on the coming years. How everything is going to pan out. I feel like I'm just preparing for what is yet to come, like I'm still waiting for the thing I'm meant to do in this life and everything will become clearer once these things have started happening. Idk what it'll be, but I think I'm on the right track, however difficult it may be right now. I can't wait to see what the thing will be 😶 But I'm looking forward to it, it's probably going to be something great (for me anyway).

[slavhew]

jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[spotaus]

Eyy, King Reaper and his beloved Mage Geno designs <3

[dykedvonte]

A Defense of Benny Gecko

Benny is more of a capable leader and person than people give him credit for.

Seeing as no one challenged his position as head Chairmen for 7 years and even then he only loses the position if he’s caught, killed or forced to leave. Yes, it’s also likely House wouldn’t have allowed him to be killed but he sure as hell would of found a way to remove him if he was causing too much unrest within The Tops power structure. Even Swank and Tommy don’t outright dislike him and more so are concerned with his recent secretive and shady behavior, emphasis on recent.

Taking all we know into consideration, Benny likely knew the future direction that he wanted to take Vegas but was so caught up in the plans to acquire Vegas that he didn’t think of how to make his dream a reality. Something he admits to in canon. I see this being used as the main argument that Benny doesn’t know what he’s doing at all but I see it more in the same vein as you can’t really plan something from nothing. The transformation of Vegas is a sensitive thing that he can’t really work on until he has it. The only reason he ran to the Fort prematurely is the Courier who was causing so much of a stir he would’ve likely been found out much faster, making all that planning for nothing if he didn’t take that chance.

Benny is careful (well a lot more careful than he is regularly depicted in fanon), the Courier being able to trace him was dumb luck on their part and his hair being noticed at the Fort is a realistically small oversight that even Caesar is disappointed in because he admits Benny got farther than he should’ve been allowed by his legionaries. The fact he can plan an ambush on the Courier or tries to quickly and concisely clean up lose ends that don’t lead back to him shows he’s not just acting on impulses or in the moment decisions. Or rather he’s quite good at thinking them out, whether they work depends on how you play really. This is all to say it’s 100% believable that Benny could lead an independent Vegas (house was basically setting him up to do that). If he had known explicitly that House was setting him up to replace him, he likely would’ve bought more time by getting in closer, learning more of the system to then flip House’s edge to his favor. Again something he was doing already but likely without the knowledge of House’s feelings on him personally.

No matter what, Vegas’ future was tied to Benny; House’s plans for him, having to get the chip and if he had somehow succeeded. It’s also interesting that of all the people vying for control of the dam/Vegas, Benny’s plans are the only ones actually oriented towards a new future, not a recreation of something long past.

[sam-violet]

am i the only one disappointed with the wwdits ending 😭