#I will now proceed to pass out! XD

[tenjikufag]

Silly ask but, is it alright to request to see a Laios x male Reader story, where the reader is a transman? Maybe to how Laios would react to that information or how the reader would go about/could bring that up to Laios, esp for how scary it is to bring it up to a loved one. …and possibly for it to be fluffy/smut (stupidly sweet kind…?), fluff (maybe angst if you wanna throw in some tussle XD) will do just as good :}

Thank you if you see this! I enjoy what you make!! :D

No Problem.

Laios Touden x Trans!Male Reader

-fluff, light angst, comfort, ftm!reader, afab anatomy mentions, coming out, pre-op reader (no top/bottom surgery), hrt characteristics (T-Dick), fluffy smut

-(please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable with said topics x.)

-thank you for the request, sorry it took so long to get around to. This man would be the most supportive and loving partner.

Listen, in a world where there are a thousand or more different races, anthropomorphic beings, monsters, magic, cults and guilds- being trans really isn’t that big of a deal or even something to blink twice at.

That doesn’t make it any easier though, coming out, even with all the “diversity” an ever present looming prejudice and bigotry was held among the heads of said margins- the ones who have managed to fall through the cracks of what had been somehow deemed ‘normal’ in this world..

It’s scary.

Especially when it comes to your relationship with Laios.

No, you doubt he’d hold any form of hatred or even really.. care about someone coming out to him. But that was just the problem, it almost felt like an unpredictability in his ways of emoting or showing how he reacts.

What if he didn’t accept it? What if he really did care about you not having “the right parts”…

You weren’t sure, really.

And that’s why you’d put it off for so long.

You’d been with Laios for some time now, but most of it was spent in dungeon and when you’d resurface neither of you had any of the energy to actually get physical aside from hugs and brief cuddling before he overheated and moved away in his sleep.

He hadn’t felt the layers you wore to conceal what you deemed a “secret”, neither him or the party ever seeing you without a shirt or even naked despite all the shared baths and such. Never once had they’d managed to catch you in a “slip up” of revealing yourself.

Also, why the hell would you drop such a comment and come out in the middle of the dungeon?! Who does that? Definitely not you, if it were to go sideways who’s to say they wouldn’t tie you up in vines and leave you to the giant frogs to eat?

None of them would be that cruel, you knew that. It was still hard, though.

Everyone knew you as a guy, you are a guy, your secondary characteristics prominent from the lapsed time on testosterone. It was easy to “pass” and you were worried.. really. It ate at you, even if in reality you didn’t exactly owe non-intimate partners your bodies explanation, Laios was the outlier.

An intimate partner, a boyfriend.. you’d wanted more and you knew he did too.

It felt all too difficult to do, dozens upon dozens of scenarios playing out in your hypothetical coming out but you wouldn’t know the true outcome until you actually.. told him.

—

Picking at the hem of your shirt, Laios came into your bedroom changed into his freshly washed sleep wear. His eyes scanned you, a soft smile on his lips as he slid into the bed- laying himself beside you.

You knew his next move was to wrap his arms around your waist but you needed some space to tell him. It hurt your heart a fair bit when Laios looked up at you like a whining puppy when you moved away from him..

“Are you okay?”

He asked, eyebrows crossed in concern.

“Yeah.. I just.. there’s something I need to tell you.”

The blonde sat up, crossing his legs and leaning forward towards you intently.

God, he didn’t make this any easier. His dumb almost dog like demeanour with bright golden eyes boring into you.. it sent a jolt up your spine.

“What is it?”

After all this time, rehearsing it over and over again, memorizing how your body would move and react to emote yourself to him and when he’s sitting here waiting patiently for you to tell him-

The words failed to find themselves on your tongue. Instead your throat felt tight, almost hard to swallow the word vomit that itched instead.

Your fingers continued to play with your shirt hem, trying to distract from the obvious tension.. sighing, your body decided on its own and through an incredibly impulsive action

You now sat on the bed without a shirt, binder on display.

You’d shocked yourself with the move, face burning and tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and catching on your eyelashes. Only flinching when Laios thrummed his finger on the clothing.

“You got hurt? When? Are you alright?”

He got closer, trying to inspect further but eased up at your clear discomfort.

“No. I’m not hurt!”

Unable to control your tone or volume, Laios flinched himself and moved back just a bit.

“Oh. Then what is this?”

Biting your lip, you could’ve guessed Laios wouldn’t have been familiar with these types of undergarments. With a deep, heavy sigh, your hands pushed themselves pressed into your cheeks and your neck dragged your head down to stare straight at the bed.

“I’m trans. That’s it. It’s a binder.”

It was quiet, just barely audible to him. The churning in your stomach twisted and ached, feeling like it was taking him a hundred years to respond..

Having enough with the silence, your head slowly tore itself away from your hands- Laios was still staring at you with the same care and concern he held before you came out with it.

“So? What.. what do you think?”

He blinked, tilting his head quizzically

“That was it? I thought it was something.. more? Not to uh, be mean or dismissive but-“

An amused laugh left your lips, startling your more conscious side of mind- what did he mean expected more? You didn’t want to guess, but the look of relief that washed over him told you all you needed to know.

“Are you okay with it? Okay with.. me?”

His bright eyes widened, realizing what you had actually wanted as a response

“Yeah! Of course, I love you.”

He loved you? You covered your blushing face with your hands, Laios was far too nonchalant with his words but they were sincere.

You hadn’t known why, well you did, but you had for some reason expected an explosive or more emotional response? But again.. it’s Laios. He’s not that kind of person.

“Is that why you never let me hug you for more than a few seconds?”

Pulling away from your hands, Laios sat there pouting. It was a fair question and he was right..

“I thought you didn’t like my hugs..”

The poor man seemed so upset! Sighing out a laugh, your body moved to hug his large frame.

“I love your hugs, it’s just scary.. I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

His large arms wrapped around your body tightly, a satisfied hum escaping his chest. All this worrying, all this pent up stress.. all for nothing basically. Still, this was a big moment.. Laios knew what he would see when the time came.

You felt fingers inspect your binder, one slipping under and pulling it back- losing grip on it and accidentally letting it snap back onto your skin.

“Hey! That hurt!”

Shoving him away, you rubbed the spot where it snapped back.

“Wow, it’s really tight..”

“That’s the whole point Laios.”

He pursed his lips, hand scratching his chin as he thought for a moment. Eyes glowing at whatever epiphany he had

“Why don’t you take it off? I read somewhere you shouldn’t wear it for too long and I’ve been here all day! Take it off!”

Panicked, he moved and grabbed one of his shirts from your drawer and tossed it to you.

“Someone also said you could asphyxiate yourself! Were you wearing that the whole time in the dungeon?!”

Genuine concern oozed from him, stress in his knitted brows. You motioned for him to calm down, reassuring him you were fine and that you would not get asphyxiated from wearing it- giving him a brief lesson on binders and that you made sure you were absolutely safe the whole time.

It did calm him down, but he still told you to take it off. You agreed, the tightness a tad more noticeable since Laios so rudely pulled it back..

He offered to turn around or leave, but you let him watch. Even if he was turning red the whole time, shifting awkwardly while you changed.. he’d never seen your bare skin before now and it had him feeling hot and bothered.. your skin was smooth, aside from the faint pink outlines of where the seams laid on your skin.

Smiling up at him, you changed into his oversized sleep shirt and took a deep breathe of relief.

Laying back down on the bed, arms stretched out to let the large man cuddle into you. You could feel his attentive gaze on you, and you knew that meant he had a couple questioned festering in that ever-learning mind of his.

“What’s on your mind?”

He flushed, shoving himself further into you before he brought up his courage.

“Can.. can I see? I know you get facial hair and I am curious to see how it effects the rest of your body..”

Ah. Of course. Whispering a small sound of approval, you let him lift the shirt.. feeling yourself heat up again when he started fondling your chest.

“They’re not big, I think you can do without your binder in colder months.”

“Uh.. yeah. Thanks?”

He hummed, large hands exploring your torso and tickling along your skin. The motions he made, how his hands managed to squeeze just right in the more sensitive places had the space between your legs warming up and getting wetter by the second..

Laios was getting excited too, with the way he was cuddled up his hard on brushed against your leg. He shifted upwards, kissing your cheek and then the corner of your mouth. You were quick to grab his face and kiss him fully, slipping your tongue into his mouth- his hands now tightly holding onto the plush flesh of your chest.

Moaning out, you pulled away breathlessly. Laios’ eyes already hazed over, a hungry look you’d only ever seen in dungeon trickled over his features. He moved to cage you between his arms, hovering over you as he caught your lips with his again before leaving wet kisses along the side of your neck.

“Can I go further?”

His words laced with lust reached themselves between your legs, for sure leaving a wet spot in your underwear. An excited arousal festered in your abdomen, nodding at his question of consent.

With a smile, he pecked your lips before throwing off his own shirt and shimmying down to where your boxers peaked out from your pyjama bottoms. Golden eyes looked up to your own, checking to see if you were still okay with what he wanted to do.

You wanted it bad, he knew that. He felt it. Pulling down your bottoms, his eyes widened in delight. Admittedly you felt shy and kind of insecure, never being this exposed to him before but before any of your worries could settle into the pool of your arousal-

He took a long, striped lick between your folds, flicking his tongue when it met your clitoris.

Shuddering at the sensation, your legs instinctively tried to close but he remained steadfast inbetween your legs. Taking experimental licks around your folds, suckling on your tiny dick. It sent electric shocks of pleasure up your body, making the heat in your abdomen burn even more.

The man smiled at the reactions, licking and kissing your inner thighs, up your stomach, lips tracing their own path on your happy trail. He pushed your thighs back, exposing more of you and really dove in.

It was wet, the sound of slick between each lap and suckle from his mouth made blood pool in your cheeks. He had you gasping, stomach rising and falling with each groan and grunt from you.

When he pulled away, a faint sheen on his lips and chin remained. He was happy, satisfied with his warm up on you.

“Can I-“

“Yes. Please.”

You needed him, it was your first time with him and you wanted it all. He could play with you all he wanted after but for now the two of you ached and craved to feel each other whole.

While he slipped off his bottoms, you caught your breathe and ran your fingers through your hair to ease yourself into it.

You knew he was big, above average, and even with how wet you were it was going to be a stretch.

Sighing in content, you hadn’t realized he already had a condom on and was aligned with your heat until it poked just at the entrance.

Startled, you looked down between where your pelvises met.. he looked up at you with a soft smile. With a hitched breathe, he positioned the head of his dick to lay just inside the entrance. His eyes focused on yours, leaning down to kiss you.

Slowly, as he deepened the kiss he slid in. The stretch was tight, making your nose scrunch with the building pressure.

Until you felt yourself finally accommodate for his size, a wave of pleasured relief heating your whole body.

“Fuck..”

Groaning into the kiss, he rocked his hips slowly. You could feel his own muscles tense under your grip and he shared his own grunts of pleasure, letting them pool into your mouth.

The two of you weren’t going to last long, no matter how much control and how slow the pace was.

It was all overwhelming, emotions at a peaked high from what happened before and it being the first shared time.

The coil that sweltered in your pelvis was quickly coming to its end, feeling yourself clench around him and making more slick sounds with every thrust he made.

“Laios, I’m close.”

“Me too..”

It was almost a whimper, his mouth near your ear as he shyly buried his face into your neck, pleading with himself with every rut he made inside.

Your orgasm washed over you without warning, moaning out and gripping the blondes shoulders tightly- with your high almost ending, he came quickly after from every tight pulse you made on him.

Laying there breathlessly, he slumped onto your body. The two of you both smiling like idiots.

“You’re.. so.. handsome..”

His soft dick now pulled out, he caressed your ribs and kissed your cheek.

“I love you no matter what.. thank you.. for telling me..”

His post orgasm clarity made him say what he hesitated or couldn’t find the words for earlier, though it was through soft yawns and slurred sleepy words- it was what you needed to hear.

All your hypotheticals and nightmares fluttered from your mind, you almost had to pinch yourself for ever thinking the man would be anything but loving and accepting. He loved you for you, and you loved him for him. Quirks and all.

[yaesnovels]

. good idea !

alhaitham x reader x kaveh

disclaimer: part of @angelltheninth's 20k collab!

warnings; threesome, poly relationship, fem!bodied reader, unprotected sex, choking, teasing, oral (f & m receiving), pet names (honey, sweetheart, good girl, princess), praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, breeding kink, creampies

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i had been thinking about writing a threesome for alhaitham and kaveh for a while now so this collab came in pretty much at the right time; i was so excited to write it that i just really wrote it all today xD i hope you guys like it just as much as i do !!!

“so, we were thinking”, kaveh suddenly plopped down next to you, startling you as you had been focused on your book as you laid on the couch. 

“hello to you, too. idiot”, you muttered the last part as you marked the page you stopped at with a piece of paper and put the book away; giving your total focus on your boyfriend. well, one of them. the other one was still sitting on his seat, not really looking at kaveh and you. alhaitham was as unbothered as always – listening, but not actively participating in the conversation. 

you grabbed a bottle of water as you waited for kaveh to proceed, drinking a bit of it. you hadn’t even realized how dry your throat was until that moment, so the water was really helpful. 

“you know how we’re all in a relationship together? how come we never had a threesome then?”

you choked on your water, almost spitting it out on him to which alhaitham couldn’t help the snicker escaping him. “excuse me?”

“i mean, come on. it’s always either you and me or you and alhaitham. and i think we should switch things up a little? i feel like that would make things really interesting”, kaveh explained. in the same moment he was slowly stroking up your leg, fingers lingering gently over your skin, causing goosebumps to cover the naked skin as you were only wearing quite revealing shorts. 

“so, what do you say? think you can handle us both at the same time, honey?”, kaveh grabbed your hands and pulled you closer towards himself, having you move until you were seated on his lap. he grabbed your ass in the meantime, while you leaned in to kiss him. 

“now, sweetheart, don’t you think it’s a little unfair to me?”, alhaitham muttered from behind you, hand slowly wrapping around your neck, softly squeezing but not too much that it would affect your breathing in any way. 

you looked up to him, seeing him smirk knowingly as you gulped. 

between your two boyfriends, alhaitham had always been the more intense type in bed. he was the type to use you for his own pleasure (still, he would never leave you unsatisfied in any way) whilst kaveh was the more giving lover, bringing you to the edge over and over with his mouth and fingers before he even cared for his own release. 

being in between both of them now had you anxious on what was expecting you. “oh, honey, don’t think we’re going to go easy on you. and don’t even consider for a moment that we will leave you unsatisfied because at the end of this, you will either be begging us to stop or be on the brink of passing out. so, are you in for it, honey?”

you breathed in and out deeply to calm your nerves for a second before you nodded. “ah, ah, ah. use your words, sweetheart”, alhaitham warned you, hand squeezing your throat a little bit more this time. 

“yes. i’m all in for it”, you said once he relaxed his grip on your throat, almost in a trance as you lost yourself in kaveh’s eyes, he was looking at you with so much adoration and love in his gaze. 

“go on, love. get to the bedroom, take your clothes off; we’ll be there in a moment”, alhaitham said, pulling you off kaveh’s lap before you hurried to the room, all excited already. 

“this was a good idea”, kaveh then said before he got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. he already knew how intense things could become with alhaitham – having it experienced himself multiple times already – so he knew that you would want some water from time to time. and he obviously didn’t want you to dehydrate. 

“for once, i have to agree with you”, alhaitham chuckled before he disappeared into the comfort of your bedroom, already impatient to have you all shaking, crying and overstimulated for him and kaveh. 

—

it was so hard to breathe when alhaitham was fucking your mouth and kaveh was eating you out at the same time. your hips were twitching as you were nearing your first release of the night, alhaitham was groaning about how good your mouth felt around his cock. you were practically drooling around him, tears in your eyes as he was being absolutely rough with you. 

“feeling good, honey? aw, are you close? well, that‘s too bad”, kaveh faked a pout before he stopped, planting a soft kiss on your clit before he wiped off his mouth and chin from your slick. “shh, relax, baby. it‘s all good.”

alhaitham let out a particularly loud groan when he came inside your mouth, having you swallow it all. “open your mouth, sweetheart, let me see, perfect, good girl. you‘re my good girl aren‘t you sweetheart?”, alhaitham praised you for swallowing all of his cum. 

“our good girl”, kaveh corrected him with a grumble, all while he was leaving soft kisses over your thighs. “i’m here, too, idiot.”

“yeah yeah”, alhaitham rolled his eyes, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb. “my focus isn’t on you today.”

“right, of course. we gotta make sure our princess feels absolutely loved and satisfied, right?”, the question was rather directed to you instead of alhaitham, kaveh was back at teasing your clit, thumb gently circling the sensitive nub. 

“kaveh”, you panted, looking down at him in surprise as he slid two of his fingers inside, roughly fingering you as your body was twitching uncontrollably. the wet, squelching sounds had you cover your face in embarrassment, which al haitham didn’t like at all. 

“oh, sweetheart, who told you to cover your pretty face? hands. off.” 

your lips parted as you let out yet another moan, getting so close to your high until kaveh stopped again. “rude”, you muttered, adjusting your position on the bed as you grabbed alhaitham’s cock with your hand, slowly rubbing your fingers over his slit. 

“what was that, honey? i didn’t quite catch that”, kaveh’s tone was deep, almost threatening in a way. 

“nothing”, you replied, smiling apologetically at him. “can one of you please fuck me now?”

“demanding, aren’t we?”, alhaitham rolled his eyes, grabbing your cheeks somewhat hard to force you to look at him. “since when are you this bratty with me? do you want me to edge you until you pass out again?” 

“you’re going to hurt her”, kaveh warned him. 

“don’t even think of acting out like this any longer. it’s not going to work, sweetheart. and i swear i will make you regret this”, alhaitham ignored his boyfriend; absolutely in his element as the person you will always listen to. “i’ve had it with your attitude. we’ll edge you when we want and we’ll make you cum when we want to.”

kaveh was slowly feeling somewhat sorry for you – considering he slid his two fingers in again, building up a rough pace with them as he continued with his tongue circling your clit. 

“mhm, baby, you’re so wet. does it turn you on being between us two, hm? one of us ain’t enough for you anymore, now are we?”, kaveh groaned against your pussy, you were getting closer and closer to your release as you came around his fingers, creamy slick covering them as he pulled them out. your eyes were teary, as you were cursing and whimpering out kaveh’s name, the orgasm being intense after being edged a couple of times. once your body calmed down from its twitching, you were turned around onto your side. 

your hand was still wrapped around alhaitham’s cock, jerking him off and him moaning like that made you want him fuck you even more in that moment. “please”, you mumbled. 

“please what, honey?”, kaveh asked innocently, as he and alhaitham swapped places so that alhaitham could finally fill you up whilst kaveh could take over your mouth. knowing how alhaitham had a massive thing for creampies, it seemed fair to let him paint your insides white first. 

“please, fuck me”, you begged, as the scribe let himself get comfortable behind you and aligned his tip with your entrance. 

“your wish is my command, princess”, alhaitham chuckled, before he buried himself deep inside of you with one hard thrust, quite easily, he had to admit. which wasn’t necessarily surprising to him considering how wet you were. your moans were muffled by kaveh’s cock in your mouth. 

they managed to build up a pace that never left you empty in any way. you were drooling all over kaveh’s cock while alhaitham was fucking you with a relentless pace, not even once slowing down as he hit your g-spot and with you jerking him off before, he was already close to his second high. 

his eyes rolled back as he came inside of you, your walls clamping down on him to keep his cum buried deep inside but once he pulled out, he turned you back around on your back just to watch his cum drip out of your hole. 

“fuck, look how much you came”, kaveh groaned. 

alhaitham collected his cum with his fingers before he thrusted his fingers back inside, not wanting to waste a single drop. “keep it all inside, baby or i’m gonna need to fill you more”, alhaitham was so desperate, unusually so. he was usually so calm and collected. alhaitham laid down next to you to catch a break, breathless. 

“please”, you whimpered. “please don’t stop.” 

“oh, honey, don’t worry. i still have to fuck you. you will be so fucking full of us, baby”, kaveh promised, pulling out his cock from your mouth before he was laying on top of you. 

this was when kaveh’s soft side was back. he pulled you up a bit before he grabbed one of the bottles of water and placing it against your lips, having you drink a bit. “good girl”, he praised, softly kissing you in an attempt to distract you from him pushing his hard dick inside again. 

the sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud, he was going so fast that he had you gushing around his cock in no time. “you’re all ours, baby. just ours”, he grunted, “just like this, baby. come for me, baby.” 

“kaveh”, you cried as he as well filled you up with his cum, up to the brim, just like they promised. you were so full of their cum that it was already coating his cock all the while it was dripping out of your hole when he was pulling out. 

his breathing was so erratic once he released deep inside of you, everything was so messy as he pulled out. he even thought you passed out for a moment, but he wasn’t really sure. 

“you’re such a beautiful mess for me, baby. want me to fill you up again?”, he asked, mumbling as he kissed you sweetly. 

you were shaking your head, not having the energy to have yet another orgasm. “please, give me a break”, you begged, alhaitham only chuckling at how weak your voice was. 

“aw, babe, of course. you deserve this”, kaveh mumbled, “i’m so proud of you, baby.” 

you couldn’t help the little smile on your lips as alhaitham came back into the room – you hadn’t even noticed him leaving – with some snacks in his hands. “you did so good for us both, honey”, alhaitham praised you, something that rarely happened because he was the type to care for your sore body with cuddles instead of words. 

“this was definitely a good idea”, you yawned, grabbing one of the chocolate bars alhaitham had brought with him. both of them chuckled, as kaveh put the blanket on your body so that you wouldn’t feel cold. 

“i agree”, both your boyfriends replied in unison and the stare they gave each other made you laugh out loud. 

“idiots”, you mumbled. probably not your best idea because both of them were still ready to proceed with your sweet torture, since they had only stopped to give you a break. alhaitham raised his brow, questioning your ability to make smart decisions because clearly, you weren’t able to. otherwise you would remember what type of lover alhaitham was. 

it was too late for apologies as kaveh had you trembling in overstimulation as alhaitham put up a caring facade, making you cry out as everything went white once more. 

[eyecan02]

What I Feel Should Be Included in BJ3

1.) We need to go back to the original film's roots. The first BJ film was practically a "bottle" film where the film mostly took place inside the Deetz home. I feel the story needs to come full circle by having the story mainly within that house again.

2.) The model town also has to make a return. The last time the model was mentioned, Lydia wanted to chop it up and burn it, but seeing as we never see the board onscreen again, I think it's safe to assume Lydia just simply boarded up the the attic door once more.

3.) The return of Juno or introduce a Juno-like character. I know the original Juno actress passed on, but one option could be to recast and greatly alter the appearance like what they did with Charles but a lot less mangled. Some backstory on her and BJ's dynamic/specifics on his curse could be interesting.

4.) They need to make it harder this time to banish Beetlejuice. They need to even the playing field, and throw in a curve ball for Lydia where she can't just simply say his name 3 times to send him away. Maybe Beetlejuice can somehow find an object that causes confusion/makes you forget like the Rememberball (sp?) from Harry Potter.

5.) I know Keaton was against a lot of BJ screen time, but since this is the final installment, I think if they evenly spread out a couple minutes of him here and there, it won't ruin the "magic". Random example but Chris Hemsworth only had like 30 min of screen time in the first Avengers film, but it definitely feels like he's onscreen more. Not saying there should be an hour worth of Beetlejuice screen time but maybe 30-35 of screen time spread out could work.

6.) If Lydia is going to willingly marry BJ this time then the two of them need to TALK more in part 3. This time around they can talk about how BJ fell for her, what he likes about her, about Lydia's anxieties, her being at a crossroads with her show being over, making Astrid a priority, BJ cheering her up, making her laugh, BJ also sharing personal stuff and scaring off Astrid's bullies.

7.) Exploring BJ and Lydia's psychic connection. This time she can project herself to him if she needs to, and he's able to temporarily share his powers with her. Maybe a scene of Lydia possessing BJ to dance as payback, but it ends up leading to a playful and energetic dance number where they both end up having fun together.

8.) Delores and BJ somehow switch places where she gets his curse where if you say her name 3 times she gets summoned/banished and gets locked up in BJs old grave. Beetlejuice is now the new "soul sucker" who turns to Rory and says, "I'm taking back every last shred of Lydia you took from her." and proceeds to suck out his soul, burp and says he tastes like shit. Beetlejuice raises his hand and pressed it against Lydia's, essentially returning the stolen "energy" her toxic ex bf took from her.

9.) The wedding actually happens this time at the Deetz home because third times the charm, and because BJ losing a third time is boring and predictable. BUT there's a curveball: Beetlejuice can't leave the house until he can find someone to pass his "soul sucking" powers to (since it would be dangerous for a mortal to be walking around freely with that kind of ability).

BJ is irritated by the turn of events, but says he finally got his bride and promises someday he'll take Lydia to Hawaii for their honeymoon but in the mean time they can get plenty of practice for their honeymoon in their home. XD He then gives Astrid some money to "scram" and go to the movies to give them some privacy and to "come back after the cigarettes part". Then proceeds to carry Lydia up the stairs bridal style.

What do you guys think of my ideas? What kind of stuff do you think is essential for a BJ3 film?

[katerinaaqu]

The Humanity of Odysseus: Fear, Pity and Honor (an analysis based on Sophocles's "Ajax")

This analysis has been suggested/requested by my amazing friend @artsofmetamoor with whom we are dealing with various of projects, mainly W.I.T.C.H high fantasy related material! Please visit her profile and check her amazing art!

So as you see from various accounts and much more my recent analysis in regards to whether Odysseus is someone without actual essence of right or wrong, we have one of the few cases in which we have a more complicated Odysseus rather than the usual anti-hero figure we have in post-homeric tradition. Sophocles in his tragedy "Ajax" tells the story of Telamonian Aias, how he lost his sanity when he became furious that the armor of Achilles was not given to him. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Odysseus opens and closes the tragedy by being in both the first and the last scene. In the first scene we have one of the most hilarious (and daresay extremely modern even for today's standards) dialog between Athena and himself. Athena has just explained to Odysseus what happened to Aias and then proceeds to call him, earning this HILARIOUS reaction by Odysseus!

Odysseus: What are you doing, Athena?! Don't call him to come out! Athena: Easy there! (Lit: Hold up, or Keep your posture), are you taken over by cowardice? Odysseus: Don't, by gods! If you please, let him stay inside! Athena: What's the matter? Isn't he the same man he was? Odysseus: A man who was an enemy, especially now

(Translation by me)

Okay, other than the fact we have the absolutely HILARIOUS moment of Athena going in a "What are you? Chicken?" mode with Odysseus (which has me laughing to this day!) we also have an increasingly panicking Odysseus! From the moment he hears Athena go "Hey, Ajax!" from outside you can almost see him jumping out of his skin! We even have him go increasingly more panicked when he says "By gods, don't!" like the last thing he wants is to come face to face with a 2m tall behemoth of a man who not only has a personal grudge against him but also now he is mad and murderous. And his anxiety is also shown by some low-key homor he does even when Athena talks again:

Athena: Certainly isn't it the sweetest taunt, the taunt of one's enemy? Odysseus: For me is enough that he stays inside his chambers! Athena: Are you afraid to see the madman? Odysseus: I wouldn't be so terrfied of him if he were sane (Lit: If he were in fact, sane, I would lift my fear) Athena: But now he won't see you being present near Odysseus: How? If he sees with his own eyes?

(Translation by me)

Okay we have once more Athena being cheeky (like a very interesting trope) basically sayng "why? don't you want to laugh at your enemy?" and Odysseus answering with equal humor in a "thanks but no thanks!" manner! Like "nah I'll pass!" but I find it also interesting how honestly Odysseus speaks with Athena. If other people call him coward he retaliates and in fact most of the time he is prudent but now he is truly terrified and he is not afraid to admit that to Athena who, let's face it, knows his soul. He is so afraid to the point of forgetting that gods can do stuff humans find impossible and he even asks her how she would achieve that Aias won't see him. He doesn't ask if she will protect him. He asks HOW she'll do it! XD

Athena: I will darken his eyes so he won't see clearly Odysseus: Indeed, everything is possible when the gods are acting Athena: Then, be silent now and stay where you are! Odysseus: I'll stay: even if I'd rather be anywhere but here!

(Translation by me)

Honestly...I love this to no ends! Odysseus finding some composture in a "Oh! Right!" mode as he remembers it's Athena we are talking about, Athena basically be like "Shut up and stay still!" mode as if she talks to a dog and Odysseus whom I can so imagine mumbling that last part to himself is just an amazingly human roller coaster for Odysseus who even if he has the wits that all people would wish to have, he still is blocked by fear like everyone else. And then we have another amazing detail and scene here;

Aias comes out in all his mad glory, covered in blood of the sheep he killed and holding a bloody whip. Athena asks him questions and Aias answers how he ellegedly killed the greeks and how he captured Odysseus in his tent! He then proceeds speaking on the gruesome death he has in store for his rival, that he wil whip him to death (And again cheeky Athena inserting some dark humor like "Don't hit the poor man too hard!") She then turns to Odysseus as if expecting praise! She basically asks him "Well? What do you think of the power of the gods?"

And how does Odysseus respond?

Odysseus: Well, I don't know of anyone: however I pity him, the poor man, even if he is an enemy, for he is taken over by this devastating delusion. Neither do I think myself better than this purpose; I can see that we who live are nothing more than deaf shadows.

(Translation by me)

Not only does he recover from the shock and fear even after he heard all the horrendous things mad Aias wants to do to him but he now pities Aias; He knows he used to be a powerful dignified king who is now reduced to a shadow of himself in madness and he pities his condition but he also PUTS HIMSELF IN HIS SHOES! He sees that he as well can easily become him! He admits that he doesn't feel any better than him, that he is also weak before the gods and he even speaks on how humans basically are pointless, temporary existences on earth compared to the immortals.

Athena even closes the scenes with a threat. She threats Odysseus never to be blasphemous to the gods because the gods can do this and much more to a man. In a way we also have a foreshadowing or an "easter egg" of the Odyssey here. In a way that threat or warning coming out of Athena coming in place.

However his humanity for his elleged enemy doesn't stop there for later he is the only one of the offended party of greeks to actually insist upon allowing Aias to be buried with honor. I will not speak on the moments where he says some of the most iconic things like "I hated him when it was honorable to hate him" which was done by another tumblr creator @ilions-end here

The clip that this analysis talks about is not his unparalleled diplomatic nature but rather the humaity that we analize here. And some of the phrases he uses to put himself in Aias's shoes as well as the people who love him and want to see him get honors after death. One of the phrases he uses, which seems to reflect to the words he gives to his wetnurse Euryclea (you can see in my other analysis) in which basically he advises her not to take pleasure upon the face of death. Sophocles seems to place a similar word to his mouth here with:

Odysseus: Do not rejoice, Son of Atreus, to take benefit from something not good

(Translation by me)

Basically Odysseus here shows once more the other side of his; the need to be just to others. He advises Agamemnon that he should never be happy by taking revenge with an unholy act such as leaving someone without a decent funeral. Despite the fact that in Iliad for example in the heat of battle he often threatened to leave someone without a funeral, in reality here in a calm environment he realzes that one must be just before the gods. Despite the fact that Aias threatened to do unspeacable things to him, he seems to recognize not only his pain and misery but also the nobility of his spirit to which he feels sorry to see derranged like that. Odysseus KNOWS it is not noble or right to leave someone yet alone such an honorable man without a funeral and he knows the consequences of that act would anger the gods and make them become something they ellegedly should be looking down upon.

Odysseus advises against feeling joy with such type of revenge.

Of course one can argue that it would be for his own personal benefit as well to do some last act of kindness to the man that felt wronged by the decision to hand the arms of Achilles to him (and depending on the source seems that the anger was quite righteous). However it seems to me that it is his genuine drive to do it right at least in the end, in a way showcasing one more time the complexity of character in Odysseus; a man who often makes severe mistakes or even brings controversy to the table but at the same time he has a large fose of humanity inside him and a strong will to make things right

Quite frankly Sophocles is ranking as one of my favorite post-homeric sources for Odysseus's persona and inspiration apart from my top favorite Homeric version exactly for this reason. Because we can experience the many different human emotions of this character called Odysseus of Ithaca! In this one play we see Odysseus freeze in fear even his mind having trouble to work for a second in his worry, then he experiences pity and compassion for the man that had murderous intentions towards him and finally the final tribute to that said man; having surpassed all the previous carousel of emotions he experienced and finally seeing clearly what is the right decision to make.

But what do you guys think? Let me know! ^_^

[prrism]

Brainrot: Y/N is XD's demigod child, sometimes XD just casually walks around the SMP and Y/N once simply said "hey dad" while XD just laughs before saying "Hi kiddo" and everyone in SMP is WTF? ! (XD is laughing his ass off at the mortals reaction while Y/N tries not to laugh).

I’m 100% here for the casual chaos, sorry this took so long to write 😅 I wanted to try writing in a headcanon format since it’s not something I normally do, so I’m sorry in advance if it’s bad

Casual Greeting

Summary: When you see your father, Dream XD, paying a visit to his server you decide to go say hi, thing is very few knew you were his kid… until now anyways…

Characters: Dream XD, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Dream, George, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Karl, Wilbur, Foolish, Awesamdude, Quackity

Relationships: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

Of course you never told your friends about your godly nature and powers, wanting to blend in as much as possible, but sometimes you’d secretly use your abilities for some extra fun

XD had decided to visit his server and see how well the mortals in it were thriving *cough*visit George*cough*

Cue you walking down prime path with the Bench Trio, casually passing the god

“Sup dad!”

He could hear the smirk in your voice, one of his own forming when the trio freeze in place, staring between you and XD

“Mornin’ kiddo.”

It didn’t take long after that for word to spread that you were XD’s kid

Tommy and Tubbo were flipping out bombarding you with questions while Ranboo scrambled to write everything he could into his memory book

You’re getting spammed messages from Sapnap, Quackity and Sam and you can hear the shock for you not having told them this news sooner

Bad, Wilbur and Karl are the ones who’ll go out of their way to find where you are and then proceed to ask you countless questions

Those like Foolish, Dream and George already knew about your status as a demigod by one means or another

With just about everyone freaking out over this “big” reveal you’re not even trying to hide your laughter at the ridiculousness

And XD is right there beside you having the time of his life watching everyone scramble to wrap their heads around the news

Once the initial shock has passed you’re a bit more open to using your godly powers around the SMP

The pranks, boy oh boy, the pranks you’re now able to get away with

People can say you’re the one who lifted their house 10ft off the ground but who’s to say for sure

On top of that you get more visits from Dream XD

He says it’s to make sure you don’t end up using your abilities to blow something up you’re not supposed to, but you know he secretly likes being able to visit you more often

Like I said, I’m still getting used to writing in a headcanon format but how was that for a first try? Anyways, I hope everyone has an awesome day

[anthurak]

So as something of a followup/offshoot of my theory on the Goetia Trial and the end of Season 2 (and Stolitz), here is a little idea that I imagine a number of people are really not going to like, but which personally I think could be REALLY fun.

See, regardless of what the trial involves, I think it’s safe to assume that Andrealphus attacking Stolas and Blitzo here specifically comes afterwards, and is a direct result of his plans failing. Because even in just this one shot, I feel like Andrealphus is SUPER giving vibes of ‘villain who has just had their devious and complicated schemes foiled and also possibly been humiliated by the heroes and is now out for petty revenge/murder’.

Adding on to this, and this post I did on this shot, I imagine Andrealphus is going to be killed by whoever comes in to rescue Stolas and Blitzo, be it Octavia, Loona, Vassago, the rest of I.M.P. or all of the above. Personally I like the idea of Stolas and Blitzo being saved by Vassago, who proceeds to square up to fight Andrealphus who in turn is launching into a big, unhinged villainous rant�� only for Andre to get headshotted by Moxxie with the Blessed Carbine he swiped from Striker back in Season 1.

Now here’s the thing: In my big theory post, I briefly commented on the possibility of Stella also being along to kill Stolas herself, despite not being seen in the clip.

So what if it really is JUST Andrealphus showing up to kill Stolas and Stella just stays home?

It certainly wouldn’t be out of character for her. Despite her vehement hatred for Stolas and desire to see him dead, Stella has NEVER showed the inclination to actually do the deed herself, seemingly out of laziness more than anything else. So if Andrealphus decided to go kill Stolas himself after their plans for foiled, I’d say it would be perfectly in-character for Stella to essentially go ‘Oh good, I don’t even need to hire that smelly cowboy again. Could you bring me his head back, brother?’

Actually, speaking of the overrated edgelord, imagine if Striker was used as a ‘bait and switch boss’? Like it turns out Stella does hire him again and he shows up in dramatic fashion to attack Stolas and Blitzo… only to be metaphorically or literally squashed like a bug by Andrealphus who came to do the deed himself. I just think that would be REALLY funny. Particularly the fan reaction XD

But back to Stella, I think it’s entirely in-character for her to sit out any attempt to kill Stolas directly, or anything that requires her to actually DO anything. With probably the last we see of Stella being a scene of her and Andrealphus arguing about the failure of the latter’s plan, which ends with Andrealphus going off to kill Stolas himself.

At least until the end credits of the episode and/or season, wherein we get a scene of Stella lounging in her brother’s palace, and is informed of the ‘tragic’ death of her brother. As well as being informed that, due to laws of Goetia inheritance, all of his wealth, status and power will passed to his closest living blood relative.

As in; his SISTER.

Cue Stella giving a small, satisfied ‘just as planned’ smirk.

For all that people hate her, I personally think Stella would make a great and FUN recurring villain for the show XD

[xatsperesso]

I have read a funny fic (not finished, sadly) where Kalego's wicked phase was him being VERY VERY OVERPROTECTIVE. He was keeping his student in the royal one and didn't le them go away from his watch, or anyone else enter, even Balam XD (and the staff decide to call Narnia for help)

And now i imagine a wicked phase like that : he would lock up himself and the misfits in the royal class and would let anyone get in or get out. NOBODY. He would keep his student under his watch because he refuse to let them being hurt. So keeping them under his watch is the best way.

He would see any other adult as threats for his students, even Balam. He would attack Opera as soon he see him because HE sees him as a threat, even if not for the students. He would attack even Sullivan if he tried to get Iruma back.

Because this child get hurt so easely!! He MUST keep him SAFE.

Dadlego mode "over 9000"

In the fic, he even kidnapp Buer, catching him by a window when he sees him passing by, because one of the students is hurt (so need a healer). and he let not him go away neither. And i think that this idea is hilarous.

Now it's my headcanon! WP!Kalego is VERY protective, so much that he's a threat of everyone except his students XD

So now imagine WP!Dantalion and WP!Kalego happening in the same time.

FUCK no one will be able to leave the school. That's it, this is their lives now. They need to adapt to living in the school until both of the teachers are out of their wicked phases XD

But can you imagine how confused and scared the misfits were the first time kalego locked them in the royal class?

Cause i imagine it like kalego locks them up and then stares at them to be able to respond the second someone needs help

But all the kids see is there stern teacher acting weird, locking them up for some reason, and then proceeds to glare at them in silence (cause he's alert in case someone tries breaking in, but the kiddos dont know)

And i guarantee you every one of them will remember every mistake they ever made, unsure which one made their teacher act like this and fear for their lives.

And to make matters worse and scarier to the kids, they keep seeing teachers trying and failing to get into royal one and the kids just don't understand what's going on???

But the big question is, will the two demons in their wicked phase fight, or will they join forces to keep their students safe

You see, on one hand demons are territorial, and each teacher will see the other as encroaching on their territory. Kalego is refusing to let dali see his treasure. Dantalion, a demon in his wicked phase, is a threat to kalego's students. A fight will surely ensue

And the fact that kalego is standing up to Dantalion, his senior, must annoy dali quite a bit.

But they could see it another way. Maybe Dantalion will let kalego, a part of his treasure, do what he wants. If he fought him, kalego might get hurt. And it seems like it's healthy to let demons in the wicked phase act on their desires, so dali will just let him feel safe with the students, and it's not like dali can't go in there if he wants.

Or maybe they find common ground to stand on. Kalego allows dali to see the students as long as dali doesn't get too close, and dali stops anyone from trying to stop kalego or take the stupid home. After all, they're way safer in the school, so what's wrong with having them in the school for a few days?

[minecraftbookshelf]

Mistakes Are Made Chapter One Dialogue Breakdown

This was hard to make it turns out. A combination of "how do i format this" and trying to comprehensively summarize the thought processes and decisions going on. I think this works though.

Honestly, this sort of thing would probably work a lot better as like, a live conversation but we work with what we've got XD

I won't be including every bit of dialogue from the chapter but it will be most of them.

Disclaimer that this isn't a "How To" or any kind of "you should do things this way" this is just an explanation of what I put into my writing, and dialogue specifically. Also that I write in limited first person most of the time, so in a way, all the narration can be considered dialogue and as examples of character voice.

This is also only the first part of a long story that is intended to a) be re-readable and b) involve a lot of discovery as the story progresses, so a lot of the decisions I made are based off of things that will come up/be revealed later in the series. I will be talking about those, sometimes with no helpful explanation, sorry XD

I'm using color coding to specify what parts I'm talking about at any given time, so hopefully that helps.

This is going to be a long, wordy post, its entire point is to be an insight into the intentionality and consideration that goes into writing dialogue for me, if this isn't something you're interested in, absolutely pass it by. It will also likely "take some of the magic out of it" for some people. But I like to think that it might also add a bit more magic to it for others. So here we go!

On with the show behind the scenes! [AO3 Link to the Chapter] if you want to follow along there with more context to the selections.

"Hello, Jimmy!" He manages to clamber out of the fountain without tripping and falling flat on his face at least. He splashes Katherine in the process, where she is hovering off to the side but he can't really be bothered to worry about that. All he can manage to do is stare at Sausage's smirking face. "Hello, Jimmy!" Katherine's greeting is much less mocking

Starting off with the very first dialogue of the chapter, which doesn't occur until a few paragraphs in and then proceeds to be the exact same line said by two different characters.

This is one of the times that I am heavily relying on the fact that I am writing fanfiction and these greetings are words that we hear the characters in question (Sausage and Katherine) say multiple times. So I don't go into much detail with dialogue tags, counting on the reader to fill that in themselves. Even if they/you aren't imagining the exact tones I had in mind its a fairly easy extrapolation that these are said in wildly different tones. The emphasis on Sausage's is to imply the more mocking/antagonistic tone, helped along by the mention of his expression, but can also just convey that its louder and more emotive (As Katherine is trying very hard to be OfficialTM in this chapter) Also describing her greeting as "less mocking" helps fill in the appropriate tone for Sausages retroactively.

"What is he doing here?" He jerks his chin at Sausage, who is still giggling like a child. He sees Jimmy looking and grins at him, all teeth. Behind the mask, Jimmy bares his own teeth and takes some comfort in the knowledge that he has more of them; and they are sharper.

This is the first instance of Jimmy's inhuman body language being used as an extension of the dialogue/conversation between the characters. The use of teeth as a threat being a hybrid trait.

Sausage's smile is also part of this, something that isn't actually said in this chapter but will be demonstrated later on is that, as the ruler of a kingdom with a heavy hybrid population, Sausage knows this and his own body language is chosen accordingly.

Sausage keeps giggling and Jimmy can barely hear it beneath the roar in his ears. He leans down to try and whisper into the faerie queen's ear. "I really need your alliance right now, Katherine." He hopes his desperation doesn't show in his voice. She gives him a reproving look that throws him right back to his brief time spent in a classroom. "I'm allied with everyone, Jimmy. You know that."

This is the first example of really incorporating distinct character voices into the dialogue. I'm a liberal user of italics and in this case I'm using them to indicate emphasis where the ccs tend to stress their words to encourage assigning that voice to the dialogue itself. These are also, if not direct quotes from canon, very similar to actual things the ccs and their cubitos have said so it isn't exactly what I would consider heavy lifting.

Jimmy at this point is still fully informal. He's surprised and he's talking privately to a friend.

This is also more natural dialogue from Katherine, whose exasperation with her friend is partly overcoming her attempts to be Formal Faerie Queen.

I'm trying to keep the early dialogue fairly simple and close to canon voices because that way I can transition slowly and naturally into slightly different voices that suit the atmosphere while also preserving their more casual voices as the way that they talk when they are more comfortable and in less official settings. Setting up the contexts for different manners of speech is a big thing in this chapter overall.

"He invaded the Swamp," Jimmy hisses, his ear-fins flaring, ignoring the shudder down his spine from her use of his Name, even in part. "He crossed our borders. Again. He's threatened war." He's no longer whispering by the end, standing to his full height, shoulders back, sword hand by his shoulder. "And according to him, you've threatened it right back!"

Another instance of emphasis on Jimmy's inhuman body language.

This bit is actually more about Katherine than Jimmy. It does show a bit of Jimmy's sensitivity to magic but more than that, it incorporates Katherine's willingness to invoke her own flavor of threats, even in casual conversation with friends.

This is the first real deviation from canon dialogue in the entire chapter. This is the blending point where I'm taking the characters voices and using them myself instead of just channeling the pre-existing ones. The emphasis for this was important to me to try and keep it Jimmy's voice saying the words.

The body language here is a physical representation of Jimmy's shift from more informal speech to a more tense and emotionally and politically fraught situation.It's also the transition of Jimmy taking this from a private conversation to a more public one, now in earshot of both Sausage and Katherine's guards and staff. He's beginning to speak more as The Codfather than Jimmy and his physical stance is the biggest indication of that.

This is Katherine's last "private conversation" line and is, again, indicative of her frustration with her friends and the situation they have put themselves and everyone else in. It's a fairly sharp statement, geared to indicate that she is not really on Jimmy's side here. ("all sides" = "no sides" and a part of Katherine knows that, even if she refuses to admit it out loud, mostly because it is a role she has trapped herself in and can't leave.)

Sausage recovers quickly and shakes out the fur lining of his coat. "Is it just me or does it smell fishy in here, now?" "Sausage," Katherine looks disapprovingly back over her shoulder. "That's rude." "Oh," Sausage blinks at them both, "I'm sorry, Jimmy, I didn't realize."

Jumping ahead a bit we're in the "polite conversation because political masks" phase of dialogue.

Sausage is Not Being Polite. This is his attempt at "polite rudeness" but he's not very subtle in general so its blatant enough for Katherine to call him out on it. It's also a continuation of Sausage speaking more informally in general. He has something of an upper hand in the situation, and an abundance of bravado, and that is reflected in the way he talks. (Sausage just also has a very distinct voice in general that is already leant towards melodrama which works very well for the au's setting as a whole)

His apology is also disingenuous. In retrospect I should have probably used some italics or some other indicator to help convey that. (I might go back and edit something in. I do that sometimes on AO3. Major edits get notes made at the chapter end but minor fixes happen a lot.) He makes the "apology" and that connects Jimmy to his original statement, even if it hadn't been blatantly obvious.

"Oh, this one is new!" Sausage immediately changes the subject, pointing at one of the skulls hanging on the wall of the hall. It's some kind of middling-sized land animal...a sheep maybe? with poppies filling the eye sockets and woven in a crown, there are delicate lines of gold painted across the surface of the bleached bone. Katherine beams, her irritation at the rudeness forgotten (or at least set aside, fae never truly forget breaches of etiquette) "It is! It's a gift from a childhood friend," she looks fondly upon the skull for a moment. "We've been reconnecting lately." Sausage nods sagely, "It is always good to spend time with your friends." "It is," Katherine's ears twitch and her wings flutter briefly before she resumes walking. "Which is why we are going to fix this."

This is a slightly better attempt from Sausage at maintaining political etiquette by complimenting the host. A distraction and a peace offering.

And this is the first mention of Scott in the chapter, in what I am now realizing (it was not intended that way but here we go) is a context that kind of foreshadows his role of peace offering. It also is an establishing line for Katherine and Scott's relationship, as well as a nod to their short-lived plushie business (my beloved) from canon.(And the adaptation of it that exists in the au, which will come up later in Katherine's backstory at the very least.)

Sausage is being ingratiating here. It's a kind of wink wink nudge nudge "we should be friends and you should do what I want" moment.

Katherine knows what he is doing. This is also an incorporation of Katherine's inhuman characteristics, though a bit more subtly, specifically because this is Jimmy's pov and he is neither familiar enough with her mannerisms to break down exactly what they mean the way his own are, or unfamiliar enough with them to register them as odd and worth commenting on.

And then we have the POV switch to Xornoth

The entirety of Xornoth's external, out-loud dialogue is one single line, but the internal dialogue is their narration of the situation at hand. Ft. "helpful" commentary from Exor.

Xornoth's voice is arguably the trickiest part of the entire chapter as it is the part with the least canon basis. Xornoth is a character I am functionally building from scratch, given that the majority of their canon appearances are arguably as much Exor as they are Xornoth. (at least in the context of this AU)

Xornoth's canon voice (on a purely literal level) is "Scott Smajor with a script and a voice changer" and, on the occasions they are on screen together, "someone else with a script and a voice changer", and then the single epilogue bit.

So I'm working with somewhat stilted, formal speech and a tendency for dramatic declarations.

For this first chapter there was actually a bit more effort put into characterizing Exor, as, despite it being in their pov, the majority of the Xornoth characterization is happening in Chapter Two. (which is also mostly from their pov)

Honestly, this is already really long, I'll probably do the dialogue in the second part of the chapter as a part two, but I do want to put a compilation of Exor's commentary down here to talk about.

I opted to make Exor's dialogue bold instead of italics both to distinguish it from Xornoth's own internal dialogue and to emphasize how unavoidable it is for Xornoth. It's not something they can truly ignore, its too loud in their head.

Meaningless frivolity.

Disparaging commentary on the priorities of the other emperors and Jimmy in particular, leaning into one that Xornoth themself is inclined to agree with.

Do not pretend such reluctance. I see the truth.

Denying Xornoth's knowledge of themself in favor of asserting their own.

You are still only a student. And you will be so long as you refuse to take what is rightfully ours.

Exor's goal is and always has been (as long as Xornoth as known them) world domination. This is his most blatant statement of it, coupled with a disparaging comment towards Xornoth's own authority.

Like a fish on a hook.

Dehumanization with a side of violent imagery.

They are going to hurt themselves, trying that hard to utilize what little intelligence they have.

General scorn towards the intelligence and competence of the other emperors.

If we pinned her wings to the wall like a butterfly and made her watch, that would phase her. If we gutted him like a fish he'd squeal so nicely.

Violence. Rather graphic, worded in a way to make Xornoth/The Reader paint a stronger visual image to accompany it. These are the ones that both Exor (in-story) and I (out of story) designed to have a stronger impact. For Exor its about sowing thoughts in Xornoth's mind and having them doubt themself, for me its about really conveying Exor's intentions.

Rip them all to pieces, give the farmer the fight she wants.

This is a half-step back into a more friendly-aligned bit. Pearl is Xornoth's friend. A war would make her happy! Pearl is not Xornoth's biggest weakness, but she is one and Exor takes as much advantage of that as he can.

Wheat fields burn so easily, all it would take is a single spark in the right place and all of Mythland would be in flames. Carefully, carefully, Xornoth sets their book down on the table beside them and places their hands in their lap. Katherine will stop allowing them to borrow her books if they start spontaneously combusting them. Hopefully she doesn't notice the slightly singed cover.

Arson yay!

With the previous comments designed to rile Xornoth up the invocation of fire is a deliberate reference on my part to Xornoth's powers (with the follow up in the next paragraph) and on Exor's part is a provocation towards losing control/making it harder to stay in control of their powers.

Why do you consistently choose to prove your incompetence.

Even gods that crave violence can be disappointed.

this was equal parts chosen to add to the overall comedy of that exact moment and as a final nod to the way that, while he spends a lot of time tearing down other people in Xornoth's head, he also puts a lot of time into tearing down Xornoth themself.

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I'm going to leave it there for now, if just because of length. I can come back and make a part two for Xornoth and the other emperors during the second part of the chapter later.

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Under Your Spell - Part 3

Good morning my loves!

Part 3 has landed! See the warnings and the undying love share of my fellow Goosecord below before you proceed <3

A/N: Find previous parts here

As I said initially, approach with caution; as per usual it’s an 18+ NSFW but on top of that this one has a stalker warning, some voyeurism and also got a tad violent. it’s not TOTALLY Dead Dove, Don’t Eat but it toes that line, so if that’s not for you, just don’t okay?

I can’t post without giving credit where credit is due; this thing took on a life of it’s own and if it weren’t for @ken-dom and @travelerwashere it wouldn’t be what it is; I can’t thank you both enough for your constant support and inspiration (at all hours of the night) and keeping me from spiraling down the anxiety rabbit hole you both know I tend to lose myself in <3

Title credit goes to my fellow Goosecord compadre @webbo0, and he also gets credit for the “If you know me irl and you saw this…no you didn’t (you know who you are xD)

Enjoy babes <3

You had managed to turn this completely on its head; you had the upper hand, you had caught him off guard and he hated that. Yet, knowing this, knowing he had been watching, all this time, and your routine never changed. Although, he was almost certain that some of the outfits you had chosen to wear since that fleeting moment, that hadn’t seemed real now, were purely to cause him the agony of not being able to touch you himself. Tiny shorts and tank tops, sometimes no shorts at all and more than once, those panties you knew would warrant a reaction. He had also noticed, your bedroom curtains were rarely closed…that was new. You wanted him to watch.

Almost a week had passed since you’d kicked him out and changed this little game. Taunting him almost nightly; he would sit in his darkened bedroom, bringing himself to the brink, one night he swore you had made eye contact, but it had been dark, there was no way you could have… 

Regardless, no climax he could reach even touched the euphoria he had felt with your hand wrapped around his. 

The light illuminating the darkness caught his attention; he had been reading, but now his eyes wandered to watch you through the window. You glanced out  the window briefly before pulling the curtains closed; he frowned, putting his book down and getting to his feet. He stood back far enough from the window not to be seen, but close enough to watch your shadow move on the other side of the fabric panels. You had turned off your bedroom light, and walked through the house, flipping on your front porch light; It was late…very late…

He waited, maybe you weren’t leaving like he had initially thought; but then you opened the front door. He watched you curiously for half a beat before pulling his own boots on quickly, toothpick between his teeth as he slipped out his own front door, pulling it closed quietly; he could see your silhouette about halfway up the block, hands deep in the pockets of the long coat you wore. 

He followed, close enough to keep you in range, but not so close as to give himself away. Where were you going? Given the lateness of the hour, he had to be mindful that it had just been the two of you anywhere nearby. If you happened to turn around, even for just a millisecond, he would give himself away. 

You rounded a corner quickly, your bare leg peeking out from under your coat as it caught the wind. A lot of leg he noted, picking up his pace slightly to catch up with you. 

When he rounded the corner he stopped mid-stride, he had been more focused on following you than paying attention to where he had been going; you had yourself perched on the edge of a fountain in an empty courtyard, jacket open, one hand tucked into the front of your pink panties; a knowing smirk playing on your perfect lips. 

You leaned back slightly, on the stone ledge, beckoning him closer with a single finger.

The courtyard was deserted, you sat nearly naked as if it was the most natural place to be. 

“What-?” 

You cut him off with a gentle shush, bringing your finger to your lips before you reached up, pulling the toothpick between his teeth free, flicking it into the darkness and grabbed the front of his jacket with both hands, pulling him down to you, a bare leg hooking around his waist as you pressed a heated kiss to his lips. Your hand sliding up his shoulder and back down his arm before guiding his hand between your thighs behind the barrier of your panties. He didn’t need any instruction, fingers dipping between your warm folds in comparison to the cool night air swirling around you both.  

You moaned into his mouth, your tongue tangling with his as he kissed you deeper, making you cry out as he bit your lip. 

Your hands were cool as you pushed them up under his soft t-shirt, making him moan softly as he broke your kiss, burying his nose in the nape of your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. The hand between your thighs never yielding its movement as you wrap an arm around his shoulders, your breathing laboured against the opposite side of his neck as you rolled your hips against his palm. Your free hand working the front of his jeans open enough to free his cock; he groaned unabashedly against your skin, tacky with sweat as his hips lurched forward.

His breathing was uneven and shaky as he supported himself wholly and completely on the stone structure of the fountain; your bare chest pressed against him as you wrapped yourself around him to keep from falling backwards into the running water. 

Your lips brushed against his ear sending a shiver down his spine, your long nails scratching the back of his head making him instinctively tilt his head back into your touch. Your other hand stroking him painfully slowly. 

“Fuck me with your fingers”  you whispered, breathing hard against his neck; a needy moan tumbling from is own lips as you squeezed his shaft. 

He obliged, his fingers coated in your arousal, he slid two inside your tight heat with ease, picking up his speed almost immediately, matching the increased speed of your strokes. You gasped, throwing your head back with a loud cry, only muffled as he covered your mouth with his free hand, using a knee to keep his balance. Your eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure as you let out desperate cries against his palm. You clenched around his fingers, a spasm rocking your frame as he tucked his chin into his chest, the growl escaping his throat almost animalistic, he exploded, coating your stomach. His knees pressing painfully against the cement before he caught himself on the edge of the fountain, careful not to crush you under him, hearing you finally take a full breath now that you were able. His other hand pulling free from your panties, wrapping around your back to keep you upright. 

He straightened up, tucking himself back into his jeans, offering you his clean hand to help you stand. 

You raised your eyebrow with a smirk taking his offered hand “And they say chivalry is dead” He watched as you tied your jacket closed, his release now hidden underneath. That thought made his stomach flip. 

“Such the gentleman” 

This made him laugh out loud “I’m not” 

You had walked a few paces up the sidewalk, turning back around to face him, your jacket blowing out behind you “Sure, you are; you finished second” a grin playing on your lips “Besides, don’t you know about the devil?”

He stood with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets looking at you curiously “What about him?” 

“He’s a gentleman” you smiled, turning on your heel, shoes clicking up the sidewalk “Thanks for the quickie” you called over your shoulder before you rounded the corner leaving him standing in the dark, alone. 

Every time he thought he had you figured out, you kept him guessing. He liked this game.

***

Again, days passed since your last encounter; you were an enigma. You toyed with him, he knew what you were doing, you knew what you were doing….denying him that pleasure you knew he couldn’t reach on his own; he needed you and you were denying him. 

Not knowing what was running through your mind was driving him crazy, he had to know…but he couldn't just walk into your house; not anymore. 

He chewed thoughtfully on his toothpick  as he watched you climb in the passenger seat of the red Cadillac, back again. 

He found what he was looking for before he made his way out through the backyard and through the gate dividing your yards. 

Slipping between your houses and as luck would have it, hidden from view of the street, he found the power meter, snipping the wire he needed with a quick precision before slipping the wire cutters in his back pocket. 

He made his way to your patio doors popping the lock with ease and sliding into your living room. He was losing light so had to be quick; thankfully some things about you were more predictable than you would like. Your laptop sat open on the coffee table, still password protected. Journal next to it, open a pen on the floor next to the couch where it had landed after rolling off. 

Grabbing the journal, he flipped through a few pages, nothing of interest, nothing about him either. Why? 

Then he landed on the entry you’d left the book open to; it was half written, you had stopped mid-sentence. He read over the words in front of him, each one making him grip the book a little harder, clench his jaw a little tighter. There was someone else….

The entry was nothing but some recount of your slutty trash antics with someone who you left nameless. Some casanova who had felt you up in the dark corner of a bar. 

He took a sharp breath through his nose, slamming the book down on the coffee table making it rattle with the force. A light in the darkening room caught his attention. Your phone sat on the coffee table next to your laptop, he hadn’t noticed before. 

He snatched it off the tabletop and huffed with frustration when it asked for a passcode. You didn’t have an alarm system but you put passcodes on everything else….you were infuriating. 

There was a text message on the home screen from RC; two simple words Here, babe. 

Babe. How original, and not the least bit cliche. 

Your phone gave away nothing else and he didn’t have time or the patience to try. He put your phone back where you had left it and pulled himself up from the couch, turning on his heel and stalking back out the way he had come. 

He sat on his own couch, only after pacing back and forth in his living room for twenty minutes, watching your driveway, waiting for you to get home. You had written about this bar stranger but about him? Nothing not a single fucking word. Why?

The slam of car doors pulled him out of his angry spiral; he watched as the owner of the red cadillac walked you to your front door; you weren’t going to let him in…you wouldn’t. He watched as you giggled, touching this man’s arm, his eyes shamelessly staring directly down the front of your dress. 

Dress? You had left in jeans….you had changed while you were out. For him? You’d had a bag in your hand, the outfit you’d left in, inside he assumed. 

You had turned to unlock the door, pushing it open, taking the stranger's hand and pulling him in behind you, your house was still dark, your living room was the first to be softly illuminated with candlelight. The tall figure following behind you, like a lost puppy…pathetic. 

He watched the flame’s shadows dance on the walls of your living room. 

You had moved to open a window, he could only assume your house had gotten stuffy with no air circulation. He had opened the mirroring window on his side earlier, he scoffed as your boobs practically spilled out of the top of your dress as you shoved the window open with some effort; The sheer curtains you had hung, blew around you and he pretended not to notice. 

Again, your musical laugh caught his attention as for half a second he considered letting it go; leaving it be, but then he was holding you, touching you. He unconsciously moved closer to the window, fingers curling around the frame as he watched this man kiss you. And what’s worse, you were kissing him back. 

You had belonged to him. You were his.  Not some stranger’s from some seedy bar. Some man who knew nothing about you. 

You had invited someone else into your game, inadvertently or intentionally he had planned to find out. 

The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue and he realized he had been biting his cheek watching you let this man ravish you in front of him. You were straddling him on your couch, kissing his neck before you looked up. Your movements didn’t stop, but your attention was fixed on him, standing in the window, watching; your mouth dropped open carrying a moan on the wind where he stood listening, that had been for his benefit. You had kept your eyes open, this was all a show, he was doing nothing for you, at all he was almost certain.

Your slow taunting smile daring him to come and do something about it made his blood boil, but his hard dick tenting his sweatpants gave him away, he was furious, but your teasing was driving him fucking mad. 

He stood in the window, hand reaching into his pants to stroke himself, your moans spilling in through the window, only spurring him on further. Your sly smile spreads over your perfect lips as you ground against the man underneath you, but your attention completely focused beyond him. 

He stroked himself faster, eyes completely laser focused on you and only you; he groaned, bracing himself on the wall as he came closer to release. 

“Cum” you mouthed the word silently, but it was enough; he moaned, loud enough for you to hear he’d guess, as his release coated his hand and wrist. He let out a shaky breath, bracing himself on the window frame as he watched you throw your head back, candlelight spilling over your half naked form, nails digging into the back of the couch as you reached your orgasm; that had been real and it hadn’t been because of the man panting under you, obviously pleased with himself.  Tomorrow he would have a talk with you about manners; and how you had none. 

[ssj2hindudude]

for the Pandavas sisters (including Kara): order them from how good they can hold to their drink to them getting drunk after a good hard sip.

p.s. also tell me what happen once they get fully intoxicated

The Other Potatoes' First Time Drinking (again After they turn 21)

Pt 1

Kara gets literally the cutest drink in the bar (Like a pink starburst cocktail or something)

At first no one bats an eye because all she does is act goofier and more laid back than usual.

But then the Shah genes kick in when she drinks more and starts acting even more chaotic than Aru when she's sober.

She casually drops disturbing facts about her childhood like it's nothing and laughs about it like the most Gen Z kid in the bar.

"yOu ShOuLd'Ve SeEn My DaD's FaCe WhEn I tOlD hIm I wAnTeD tO bE a LiBrArIaN! i ThOuGhT hE wOuLd LiTeRaLlY kIlL mE! XD"

"hEy, Aiby-baby!" "Please don't call him that." "hOw AbOuT I sHoW yOu WhAt YoU mIsSeD oUt On!" *Rips her shirt off* "KARA NO-" *Reveals a shirt that says "Sleeper Spelling Bee Champ of 2005"* "YOU COULDA HAD ALL OF THIS BRAIN POWER, BABE!"

Hira doesn't really drink but she took one shot of whiskey to keep up. Unfortunately, she's a lightweight and immediately starts roasting everybody.

"yOu ThInK yOu'Re So ToUgH?!? mY gIrLfRiEnD wIlL lItErAlLy SmAcK yOu WiTh YoUr OwN sPiNe!" "Hira, stop yelling at the dartboard!" "YO MAMA LOOKS LIKE A CANDY CANE, YOU FLAT CIRCLE!"

Nikita didn't care about the cost, she was determined to get the deluxe strawberry champagne. If only she didn't get totally wasted after one glass

You'd expect her fashion critiques to be on overdrive and they were...the problem is they were towards herself because now her self-esteem sunk like an anchor

"wHaT wAs I tHiNkInG wEaRiNg ThIs ToP?!?" "Nikki, you made that blouse AND sold multiple of them for thousands of bucks." "SO I'M UGLY AND I'M RIPPING PEOPLE OFF?!?"

Ok, I lied. Sheela got an even cuter drink than Kara with all kinds of fruity decorations and tiny umbrellas. It looked more like a parfait than a drink, but it had alcohol nonetheless.

She immediately passes out to the point where everyone thinks she's dead but she's literally just jumping from one person's head to another and everyone's wondering why they're suddenly daydreaming about having tea parties with this chick.

Aru took Aiden off designated driver duty and so he starts going at the drinks so he can finally get revenge.

Unfortunately, the man's surprisingly a heavyweight and almost beats Brynne's record. When she finds out, she's not sure if she's mad or impressed.

"I hAvE a HaReM..." "Not exactly, Wifey-" "Shhshhshh, LeT mE eXpLaIn! I hAvE a HaReM, wHiCh I gOt AfTeR i DiEd. My LiFe iS aN ISEKAI!" "...Don't do this. I swear, you'll make me get you drunk more often if you keep this up." "yOu KnOw, ArU, wHeNeVeR yOu QuEsTiOn SoMeOnE, yOu ShOuLd SaY 'ARU SHAH ABOUT THAT?!?'" "BARTENDER, ANOTHER ONE OVER HERE!"

Also, his Apsara powers get out of hand and he proceeds to dominate the karaoke show and suddenly has a bunch of girls flock to him. Aru's about to figure out whether she should electrocute him or them when he screams into the mike "THAT'S MY PAST LIFE HUSBAND! HIII, ARU!" and runs into her for a hug tackle before passing out.

Then the others are on hangover cleanup. Everyone's a mess in the morning and when Aiden says "This can't possibly get any worse." Aru goes "ARU SHAH ABOUT THAT???" and shows them everything she recorded on her phone. They then puked even harder...

[liberty-or-death]

“The wildfire in the fields can’t be extinguished, the spring breeze blows and it grows again.” Wei Wuxian’s Spell (MDZS only) (Farewell on the Ancient Grassy Plain 赋得古原草送别 by Bai Juyi 白居易)

Before I proceed, I just wanna say that this was the poem that inspired me to take up translation. 😍😍. I learned and analysed it back in school, so when I read it in MDZS, I knew I had to make a post about it. Yes, I know I’m such a geek. Everyone wants to translate wangxian smut but I was aiming for this. But LOL the my translation never got there FML so here it is anyway.

If there was a list of “top 10 famous Chinese poetry”‘s online, this would definitely be it along with Li Bai’s 静夜思（Through the Quiet Night). In MDZS, Wei Wuxian uses this poem in Chapter 76 to animate the effigies. So just what does it mean and what is his relation to the novel?

This poem was written in the Tang Dynasty by Bai Juyi. In the poem, the author sends off his old friend on his journey , and bades him farewell.

There’s an interesting backstory to poem. Firstly, this is a “赋得” which means that this was a poem that the author wrote for exam purposes. 😂. So yes, this was his examination essay. The topic was “to bade farewell on the grassy plain”.

So the story is that the examiner Gu Kuang looked at his essay, then commented “米价方贵，居亦弗易 Chang An’s rice is expensive, it’s not easy to freeload! (this is a pun on the author’s name. He shortened the poet’s name to Ju Yi 居易, which means to stay for free)”. But as he read on, he was subsequently very impressed with the poem, particularly the famous line (which was used in MDZS) “野火烧不尽，春风吹又生 The wild fire in the fields can’t be extinguished, the spring breeze blows and it grows again.” And since then, the poem has been praised for the way it describes the grass full of life, its symbolism (the never say never ideal), the imagery and sadness when he sends his friend off.

离离原上草，一岁一枯荣。

The ancient plains are filled with lush green grass, it withers and prospers every year

野火烧不尽，春风吹又生。

The wildfire in the fields can’t be extinguished, the spring breeze blows and it grows again. (This is the famous line/idiom)

远芳侵古道，晴翠接荒城。

The scent of spring grass from afar has invaded the ancient path, a sea of green has permeated the abandoned city

又送王孙去, 萋萋满别情。

I’m here to send my friend off, the lush grass is filled with my parting feelings.

ANALYSIS - with relation to MDZS

"野火烧不尽，春风吹又生 The wildfire in the fields can’t be extinguished, the spring breeze blows and it grows again,” is now a commonly used idiom to describes tenacity and grit; the grass that thrive again after it has been burned by wildfire.

When I first read this, I felt this poem was a shout out Wei Wuxian. He persevered when faced with adversity multiple times. And imagery of “spring grass” in this poem is particularly fitting descriptor of him; it’s full of life and adaptable to any circumstances. It even grows in the most barren of conditions, such as the ancient paths and the abandoned city. (Burial Mounds, I'm looking at you XD)

Secondly, the last line of the poem also reminds me of Lan Wangji. It gives off an image of someone sending off a friend, but he can’t send his said friend off the entire way, so he hopes the grass which have grown everywhere would do convey his feelings. isn’t that lwj when he realises Wei Wuxian has passed away the first time? :( Or perhaps that's Wei Wuxian's feelings when Lan Wangji and himself were on different paths (The Ghost path vs the orthodox Cultivator Path)

Additional Links:

Wei Wuxian's Spell - "Her Shy Charming Eyes"

More MDZS Meta

Poetry Analysis

[katyspersonal]

fantomette’s lore: I’ve decided to finally touch upon one of the most obscure characters in the setting: Boris the Cocks Sucker! First, let’s establish everything we can confirm about the character in the canon! There isn’t much information to be honest... All we know is that he was very close with the nameless mercenary NPC, that he mentions being ridiculed by others a couple of times and uses a broomstick with hot iron tied to its tip as a weapon! Now, let’s take a closer look at how his clothes are designed. You could see there is a blurred symbol seen through a hole on his shoulder... I wonder if this is a tattoo and has something to do with his title, because... you know 💀 Yeah this is really strange but I love how some settings are so different from modern world. Anyway, I’ve talked long enough, sorry!

crow’s lore: Ohhh, boy, the potential of the lovely Boris the Cocks Sucker have evaded me for quite a while, but thanks to my wonderful and talented mutuals I’ve been able to put some thoughts about him as well! Others already pointed out his title is likely earned by those comrades he has bad relationship with because people in Horseplinked Village are far from being progressive. But wait, did you know that he is also the only NPC who will stop to pay attention at one of the books in the disorganised pile you pass by it in the library? This book’s cover is also a low resolution of the book popular in my country that I am also lucky enough to be familiar with that features a story about big male naturals, so indeed our boy’s interest was piqued! Also did you know that if you take a different route with Boris and never enter the library, his attack during the boss fight will be 5 points less? Indeed, he fights with more vigour if we just allow him to take a look  👀 I played this game many times and no other NPC acts like this! I admire how much attention FromSoft puts in such tiny details! Anyway big thanks to my wonderful mutuals who inspired me!

katyahina’s lore: HEYYYYYY ya’ll l00sers enjoyed your break from my autistic ramblings? Anyway here is MORE!!! aCTUALLY, 'cocks sucker' is a translation error, in the original ( x ) it says 'cocksucker' - SINGULAR, not plural! This might be a nitpick but tbh I think the distinction is important because whereas 'cocks sucker' understandably led us to believe in a rather sexually active life of Boris that idiots in the village condemn, being called 'cocksucker' has more of a vibe of only caught being gay ONCE (we all know it had to be that nameless mercenary NPC) and most likely ridiculed by bigoted citizens SINCE then for it as result! Less of a consistent life vibe, right? Also tbh that tattoo might be a blurred name because of its form, he actually could have loved that guy so much he tattooed his name! This is just heart breaking now... *pensive Spongebob screenshot* Yeeeeah I didn’t mean to get so emotional (lmao I Actually Did xd) Anyways Miyazaki why 💀 💀 💀 *proceeds to get feral in the tags spilling personal information in the process*

[elvenbeard]

Was at work today and constantly thinking about Cyberpunk 2077 like guys... I’m in deep. And I need to get my ramblings out somewhere. If you haven’t played it but want to, also in lights of the announced story DLC, proceed with caution as there are spoilers xD

I also know I’m like, a few years late to the party, but I have some thoughts and feels™ about trans!V going through that whole mess like… [spoilers and thoughts and feels™ below]

I’m still veeery early in the game, really only just did the first 2-3 missions involving Takemura and Judy so far (please no spoilers beyond saving Evelyn and meeting with Hanako’s bodyguard, I’m going in blind!! XD)

I don’t know if it’s a random thing that happens at a certain point, or after so and so many days, or when you look in the mirror for the xth time, but I just got that scene where instead of himself, V sees Johnny in the reflection… and man… as if that’s not bewildering enough as it is for a cis person, or a V with a different gender than Johnny’s. But imagining a trans V who went through dysphoria and all that fun stuff but is comfortable with themself now and happy in their body and with their appearance – no matter if they’re passing for whichever gender or are somewhere inbetween or completely gender-non-conforming.

I can imagine very well that looking in the mirror and suddenly seeing someone that certainly is not you and/or how you want to be perceived might be bringing back all sorts of unpleasant feelings and memories that might or might not have been long forgotten or pushed to the back of their mind. Even if V’s gender aligns with Johnny’s, just the sudden unexpectedness would certainly feel familiar in the worst of ways, you know… on top of the whole prospect of of “you only have a few weeks to live and then your soul is overwritten by this asshole terrorist-rockstar”.

So yes… what a fun and light-hearted game :D

 (for real though, I love it so much, but the angst is killing me sometimes xD I’m happy that there’s also so much humour to bring some light into all that darkness)

[tinknevertalks]

Ok yeah, deffo no shirt update tonight. Tried to do some wrapping. Got three gifts done as I'm dropping them off tomorrow on my way to the big shopping town. But, I got all the gifts out so I can see what I've got and what I need to get like Thea's Santa gift and yeah. It's helped put things in perspective. It's also given me the chance to take this photo of Minx:

"It passes inspection. Proceed."

Tomorrow and Saturday are gonna be... Fun.

Update on the Thea-monster - she had a smoothie at dinner time and it seemed to help her perk up, as did the Calpol. We shall see how she is tomorrow. I'm hoping back to her rambunctious self, but I'll take whatever I can get.

In other other news, Charlie won an elf. It's almost the same size as her. She got her own seat in the taxi on the way home...

I'm taking her to my parents house Christmas day so we can do silly pics with her (like handing out gifts, sitting at the table, using the stairs as a seat, the usual things).

But now I need to sleep (because I do do that sometimes, just at the wrong time, apparently). XD

[psych---ologically-deranged]

Autopsy turvy, this seems like a woody heavy episode, I might need to liveblog it. Side note, I haven't seen a flashback in a while.

Often confuses clowns & bus incidents.

Lost his keys in a woman's spleen. (they say the patient withheld the object, as if it's their fault.)

Briefly lovers with his forensic school classmate.

The camera is almost fuzzy, & the music, it def gives off a vibe.

Monk & sharona moments "you be the victim"

IT SHATTERS RIGHT THEN!? IS THAT A DREAM?

Who is this guy? Why is he so fancy? Why does he know them?

Oh a true crime bookstore. Castle moments. I need to finish posting all my stuff from that fixation.

It took me a second to et it. The little person is still at large. Ha. Hey I have one that involes psychics! A petite psychic escapes from prison: there is a small medium at large!

They turn around so a man can check out their "rumps"

Oh no not the yang book. Oh I remember, I once visited a show home where they had a bookshelf you could push in the basement to get to a secret movie theater room.

He's going to forge the signature

Woody probably gets off at 18.00 (6) because he said he'd stay there until 6.15pm if need be.

Hee lied & said his father was the king of sweden.

My man didn't chew his food

phat thai jones, the killer afro-thai place

I've met white (passing) thai people, chill out shawn, not every white person in america was born there. (Oh. Apparently this guy was adopted. I totally thought he was just thai or mixed or smth, which is funny bc it's a thai & african place & this guy is racially white, not racially black nor thai, even tho his dad is thai & his mom is Black from philly)

Sometimes people with allergies or intolerances can stand a little bit of the thing which hurts them.

"Could the alcohol have been inserted into his blood somehow?" 'That is the sexiest thing I've heard in this office.'

I like this weirdo

I LIKE THIS MUSIC. Usually I like jazz swing like big bands, but swing rock is ok too, but this is almost classical! I want to listen to glenn miller's moonlight serenade

I was right! It is 40s! or 30s.

Henry! Can Henry dance? "idk shawn." *looks at the voluptuous woman* "Count me in"

she's still dancing XD

Ooh another psychic!

*grabs his face* & she's right!

He was the stalker, not the other way around

No! The slavic accent going away!

lmao not death, that is not how it works

hiding behind one another

captions were wrong. "Hey o'hara"

He's a communicator? Dude your firt marriage failed & I am torn between you being a cis white guy & being autistic!

What the heck

Even sitting on the floor, Shawn grabs a pillow for his lap!

she calls woody a good boy ...

mortitian: is there anything sexier than a man scaling another man's fingernails? Woody: nope. & btw I realize I'm acutely turned on by taking orders from a woman. If this continues, I might have to change my facebook relationship status to "it's complicated" These two about to kiss over a dead body & then she asks about his wife with whom he is separated ebcause she cheated on him 2 times with 10 men, & idk if he is counting the one he approved

Gus recognizes her as the bologna girl XD

"Gus was there" pulling the "I have a Black friend" card? srs?

Morrtitian lady brought creme fraiche & strawberries into the morgue!? She sppoon feeds him & did you hear that moan!? GRACE that was her name!

Woody says it feels amazing to... mess with an intestine... while some old flame is feeding him strawberries

I NOTICED THE STAMP!!!

Ooh impala isn't a bad car. Poor whip chatterly. That sounds like a Gus name.

Woody: You just can't tell what a person is capable of until you've seen them naked. *proceeds to offer them cakesters with the dead body still there*

woody: From now on I'm not half-assing ANY autopsies, unless the corpse has half an ass

Shoot, & THEN the door slam. I honestly have been suspecting the mortician grace since day 1. Did he dial on purpose or WAS it a pocket dial?

Shawn gave Gus his cakester! They do love each other!

Swallowed a bullet?

biscotti? HOMEMADE? "Let's pretend we're oding an episode of red shoe diaries"

Grace Mortician: I think we need to pull another all-nighter. I love this job. Woodrow Strode: You know, I do too.

Motive?

Gus could totally rock a turtleneck.

Woody: I thought they were going home to watch hot in cleaveland *as if they live together*

calls her banana Even when she's basically confessing to him he says "we can still go two for three" this man

At least he got her to explain.

FINALLY SOMEONE IS OBSESSED WITH WOODY NOT WITH SHAWN! Brilliant but misunderstood. She broke open the case, but then she solved it? When did she choose to frame this guy?

SHE SLICED THE EARLOBE AFTER THE AUTOPSY! Why did she need it to be an investigation? "You may not realize it grace, but you're insane." 'Well I'm a woman. I can mask it.'

I'm not ready to die, I haven't seen gloria estefan in concert yet!

Thank you for believing in me. I didn't, I believed on your colleague who turned out to be a homicidal maniac.

I love you guys. I mean that. Shawn gus & woody are great, I wish they got more screentime. You know, it's just as easy for me to love a man as it is a woman. At the end of the day we're all jut meltable flesh & breakable bones.

& then immediately asks the chief, who has a picture of her daughter behind her, if she is seeing anyone. He saves it with "I was just overjoyed, got away frommyself" & then he ruins it with "I guess it'll only be in my dreams that you are the chief of doing me" like bro shut up I'm glad shawn & gus are there to... bring things... to a professional level... that is weird.

Awww henry napping on her boob <3

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Oh no I thought of more. XD

And it’s entirely the fault of me doom scrolling through the infection au in the mlp fandom hashtag on Instagram.

What if q!jaiden didn’t die. But she isn’t necessarily alive either. The radiation by the nuclear explosion made her, in the eye of the Watcher, better.

New participants of purgatory will share info around the desolate campfire at night, trying to gain any semblance of warmth over their meager supplies of rations and firewood. Leadership will try and rally the troops. Masterminds will plan for the next day’s missions. And the troops will share info on creatures to be wary of. However, one take precedence, on these endless nights.

Participants have been disappearing. From each team. And no one knows why. But the Watcher laughs is gleeful when he reveals another participant has left the island. That everyone suspects his involvement.

Any info on this matter is shared quietly in the lulls of battle between the teams. In the true desperation that players feels when its not PvP but PvE.

No one has seen it and has come back to report what it is. But it’s tracks span the island.

Two large impressions of a 3 pronged foot limp over the Watcher's world digging deep into the ground through large pickaxe like talons. A thick line gouges the ground besides it, as if whatever creature drags along something very very heavy.

They say you’ll come across the it more in the Mesa and Desert Biomes, participants have all but abandoned the mountain topped Savanna in fear. Where the tracks circle endlessly, compared to the aimless direction the tracks seem to have everywhere else.

They say to keep your guard up when traveling if you come across a trail and molted feathers blackened by a dark sticky sludge like material liter its path; because it means it hasn’t been long since the creature has passed.

That's all they know.

So there’s nothing left to warn players about when they cross the odd mass of feathers they almost trip over in the late evening. Trying to beat the clock in turning in missions. There's no info shared to tell them to start praying when the feathers that bristle like wind through tall grass instead of all at once like you would see normally, that something else will gain its waking attention.

That despite all the horrors they have faced and survived. Their body will refuse to respond as a raven's face emerges from the mass of feathers. Its long beak breaking through its feathers like water. Its wide empty eyes reflect the edges of glass from the torch the player carries. How the face of the bird towers so impossibly high, on such a thin neck of lines of purple and black. Broken by joints that pull the neck of the beast back and forth.

The smell of spoiled food accompanies the rustling of feathers as it rises on 2 bird like legs. Revealing the 6 netherite-like talons and hides the growing sounds of sobs. Cries that sound out of breath, like the creature is trying to get the air to breath through a straw. Until it falls silent when the reaching face of the bird suddenly snaps straight and looms towards the player. Its now that they sees the scorched finger like protrusions that reach from its neck beneath its beak and over its face. Blobs of sludge drip from the main body dragging fist fulls of feathers down. Landing with the sizzling sound of acid eating away the ground.

Frozen in fear the player would never realize the mass that shifts in its shadow beneath the entity. Not until the scythe marked in the images of the Watcher tears through their body.

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Bruhhhhhh. IMAGINE! la llorona!Jaiden but with her features from her q! character but times 1000. But that thousand went through a radiation dip. And then q!jaiden proceeds to peck it into little pieces cause she’s a gentleman.

I'm thinking she becomes this weird mess of Howl's final form from Howl's Moving Castle X plague doctor X . The bolas mask she holds so dearly. Representing her found family and belonging. Melted onto her skin welding it to her hand. Q!jaiden isn’t home so she reverts back to animal-like behavior.

oh gawwddddd the infection au are no bueno from when you feel sadddd. -_-;

But OMG imagine the spirit of Bobby following this creature that doesn't look like his mama, but still is like instinctually he knows. And he's trying his best to help her stop crying. trying to usher players away or coaxing mama in a different direction. BUT SHE CAN'T SEE OR HEAR HIM. :'(((((( so he tolerates this mindless violence cause at least he is with his mama!!!!!!!! *blows dramatically into tissue*

OH MY GOD! and if Rat-Roier found this creature?! cause he's still stuck on the egg island right?! WOULD HE KNOW?!!!! He has seen her wings before. oh nooo. no mames.

I do this to myself. :D

Familia Roier finally reunites. XD

People coming up with some real melancholy bittersweet ending in how q!jaiden died on purgatory. Trying to get q!cellbit out (@asseenontv) Found peace. Is with Bobby now. Etc. etc. but me with my emo egg hat on is like.

Shit. How angry she must of been. She played the game. She followed the rules. But the only rule she didn’t know is that she will never walk away a winner. Like she played and followed the rules with the federation. So she could make sure no more eggs died.

But all the eggs still died.

I’m thinking back to the moment on stream post Bobby’s funeral when cc!jaiden really embodied the emotions of a grieving parent. And how in the face of failing all the eggs that would compound to her breaking point.

Like the madness q!baghera and q!cellbit had post nuclear explosion they were still driven to atone, had a will to live if only to hold themselves accountable. I don’t think in the face of the explosion at the inevitable q!jaiden would of been mad, but drowning in grief. Like every shard of her broken soul sinking to the bottom of herself while that grief suffocated her.

Calling for cucurucho. Trying to negotiate a deal for the eggs return. But the only answer is the drop in pressure as the fallout and explosion race towards her.

I don’t even think q!jaiden would find peace, blinded by the explosion would she even see the light where Bobby is waiting for her? There’s something about the air on egg island and dying to this horrific moment with overwhelming emotions. That chains q!jaiden to this plane of existence. To walk the pixels as a wraith, unaware and unseeing to the little egg that follows her forsaking his spot above cause his mama needs him even if she can’t see him.

Edit: imagine if some of the flowers in Bobby’s field turned to wither roses. 😶😶😶

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Anyway! JAIDEN it’s been so much fun following your journey in the QSMP (omegalul 🤣🤣🤣). I can’t wait to see what’s next on your journey! Tallulah thank you for letting me borrow the hat. I’m fine. XD.