#I'm very pleased to have finally found a real example

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Guarding your name from the fae in folklore

The idea of fae stealing names is quite recent (I’m a big fan of new, modern folklore, x, y), but the idea that you have to guard your name so no one could (supernaturally) us it against you, is definitely a widespread folk belief. However, I’ve never encountered an actual folktale that says the fae or fairies in particular could have power over you if they knew your name. I’ve been looking for one for a long time (and if you know one please let me know!) but so far I’ve only come up with one example. So let's take a look:

The power of names

Like I said, the power of names is an old belief that shows up all over the world. Sometimes it’s linked with naming ceremonies like baptism. Sometimes hiding the name from others (witches, djinns, etc.) is what will protect you, sometimes the name itself will protect you (like being named after a saint or in reverence of a deity or spirit). Edward Clodd published a huge essay in 1898 investigating how widespread this name guarding practice is and how it links to folklore. Which, while obvioulsy dated, certainly gives an impression of how deep this belief goes (Tom Tit Tot; an essay on savage philosophy in folk-tale, Clodd, E., 1898).

Not all folk beliefs show up in folktales though and protagonists who refuse to tell their name are not a staple of European folklore, whether it concerns fae or other entities. In “The Soul Cages”, collected by T. Crofton Croker it’s even quite the opposite, as the protagonist and a firendly merrow deliberately call each other by their full names (Jack Dogherty and Coomara). And for ages I wasn't able to find a story that actually incorporated the belief of guarding your name against fae, until I read that huge essay.

Hiding your name from the fairies

In his book, Clodd mentions a single folktale in which it is mentioned that the fae are trying to learn someone’s real name. Sadly he does not tell it in full, but since it is the only real example of this concept I’ve able to find so far, I will give the full quote:

While these sheets are passing through the press, my friend Mr. W. B. Yeats hands me a letter from an Irish correspondent, who tells of a fairyhaunted old woman living in King's County. Her tormentors, whom she calls the "Fairy Band of Shinrone," come from Tipperary. They pelt her with invisible missiles, hurl abuse at her, and rail against her family, both the dead and the living, until she is driven well-nigh mad. And all this spite is manifested because they cannot find out her name, for if they could learn that, she would be in their power. Sometimes sarcasm or chaff is employed, and a nickname is given her to entrap her into telling her real name, — all which she freely talks about, often with fits of laughter. But the fairies trouble her most at night, coming in through the wall over her bed-head, which is no laughing matter; and then, being a good Protestant, she recites chapters and verses from the Bible to charm them away. And although she has been thus plagued for years, she still holds her own against the "band of Shinrone." (Clodd, 1889, p. 83-84).

This story fits the concept of keeping your name away from malicious fairies so you cannot truly fall under their power perfectly. Sadly I haven’t been able to find this story in Yeats’ own folklore collection, but it fulfills my criteria even so.

What I have been able to find many examples of, however, is the reverse trope. Namely that knowing a fairy’s name will give you power over them. I thought this only showed up in Rumplestiltskin-type stories, but it seems a little more widespread than that. Which is very exciting to me, and merits its own post. So stay tuned.

[croquettish]

I can't thank you enough for the fuel you have given my recent and honestly very unhealthy Hansry hyperfixation.

I think a part of me knew I had to finally set up a Tumblr account when I spotted your spreadsheet on the last conversation between Hans and Henry. I felt insane jumping between tabs on YouTube trying to figure out which lines changed. I think I found my people!

You have no idea how often I reloaded old saves trying to get every possible variation of dialogue and sometimes there are so many!

Like the one time you can talk to Hans while you are carrying the sacks in the tavern and he is starting his silly argument with the other guy. There are like 6 different random things he says to tell you to get back to work. My personal favorite would have to be "Work those muscles, Hercules!" (I honestly can't believe he said that out loud in front of everyone. Are you even trying to hide it Hans???)

I love reading long and overly in-depth essays analyzing every little detail and voice infection. I wish I could info dump that whole stuff occupying my mind to someone so I feel very seen reading your writing!

I recently feel especially hung up on the last conversation between Hans and Henry. Especially when Hans says he's not sure what to do now, after what happened between the two of them and that they will just have to wait and see. That they are without agency for now in the matter.

He sounds so defeated and hopeless, he very rarely uses that tone of voice when speaking, without a hint of his usual mirth spread over his real feelings.

What I think I wanted to say with this overly long comment (my apologies!) is that I would love to read your take on what Hans says in that scene. I honestly need to hear that you don't think Hans has given up on their future!

Also please share your thoughts on that ridiculously cute Hercules line!

Thank you so much for just reading my silly little tangent!

Omg I'm so glad you found good use in my spreadsheet! I'm always thrilled to learn I'm not the only crazy person around, so bless you for that jfalk;jfakl

Anyway I love this ask SO MUCH bc it actually happens to relate quite a bit to the Hans meta I'm posting tonight (about Hans and agency), so I'm going to leave most of this unanswered until I hit post on that 👀

That said I had never heard the Hercules line and oh my god???? OH MY FUCKING GOD. Hans you are SO TRANSPARENT. I'm vaguely reminded here of this line as well from their conversation in front of Henry's Suchdol bedroom:

Like, what an incredibly gay comparison to draw! It also strikes me once more how much both of these examples serve to remind us how Hans really looks at reality through the lens of fiction and history. His life has given him so little in terms of actual lived experiences that he really does cleave on to the things he's found in books. It breaks my fucking heart.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

So everyone knows that Bam is not the "tall guy" from Jackass.

Here is what I'm think: his girlfriend loves to use platform boots, and other shoes that make her tall, but she is afraid the Bam won't like she being taller than him (but we have a plot twist on this history)

I let u choose how to do it lol

Bam X Tall!Y/N

Bam X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, alcohol, kissing, mild degradation kink (if you squint), height differences

An: Thank you so much for the request! If it helps paints an image, I envisioned that Y/N (kickass platforms on) would be a good six inches taller than Bam (ahem)! I was also inspired by this post by @wammbam ;D Anyways, thank you for the request and please keep sending them!

“Woah…” Standing off to the side with Bam, Novak couldn’t stave off his curiosity about the new chick: his buddy’s girlfriend. “Dude, you gotta be, like- eye level with her tits!”

Not paying much attention to his idiot friend, he just nodded, taking a swig of his beer as he gazed dreamily across the crowded room, “Yeah…isn’t that cool?”

Ryan, who was nearby, had his own questions, albeit less blunt ones, “Is it weird? Like, how you gotta look up t’talk to her?”

Seeing as he was visably confused, Novak was happy to clarify, blurting out, “Does it ever feel like when y’had to look up at April as a kid?”

“Ew!” Nearly spilling his drink, Bam screwed his face up in shocked disgust, “No!”

Yeah, the guys were always ragging on him, asking what size heels he’s gotta wear to kiss you, but Bam could give less of a shit.

Your boyfriend thought it was hot how easily you could use your height to your advantage. Plus, the shoes were sexy as hell! Totally goth fantasy chick.

Originally tip-toeing around the subject (as it proved to be a real ego bruiser for your past boyfriends), you came to find Bam relished the teasing and the height difference,

Take, for example, an exchange you had lounging around his place one weekend:

Bam was getting all animated over some skate event he was going to, and you couldn’t stave off the charmed smile that crossed your lips,

“Ah, you are so cute!” You giggled, nothing thinking much before you reached out, ruffling his hair mid conversation.

He looked like you’d just slapped him. Brow scrunching up in concern, you yanked your hand away, “Oh, was that-?”

“No! No, do it again.”

And it’s hard to say no when he blushes a little, and looks up at you with those big, Bambi eyes…

This is all to say you found it oddly flattering! However, your boyfriend showed his affections in a remarkably ‘Bam’ way,

Like whenever you were distracted by something, he’d slip between you and your the object of interest, stepping up on the toes of your boots so you were eye to eye, nose to nose- almost the same height-

“What are you doing?” You chuckled, eyes glinting as you leaned in to press a lingering kiss to his lips.

Your boyfriend pulled away after a moment, pressing his forehead against yours with a low, faux-nonchalant murmur, “Just chechin’ out the air up here…”

But not everything was cute, romantic moments with you two…While Bam gushed over your ‘dickstompers’ (yeah, he called them that), there were unanticipated issues that come with the added height,

Like when he got the impulse to run and tackle you (because, Bam) and you just…stood there.

“What’re you doing?” With your boyfriend’s face awkwardly stuffed in your side, you could hear him sigh and dejectedly mumble into your hoodie, “Nothing...”

Going back to what Novak said earlier (not that, fuckin’ weirdo…), Bam measured up exactly at chest height!

While he already had no concept of personal space, this was only exacerbated,

Yes, very quickly, your boyfriend discovered all the luxuries of having a girlfriend who loved platforms: Bam could, and very often did, squish his face into your tits whenever he wanted:

Pissed off at MTV execs? Finally nailed that trick at the skatepark? Bored as dicks on a lazy afternoon? It was a catch-all solution.

While you could very easily accuse him of being a pervert (which he was), you couldn’t stave off finding it endearing,

I mean, he wasn’t motor boating you- he just…stood there, blissed outa his mind

“Y’know, I mean…” lost in the comfort of your embrace, Bam rambled, “Like, your boobs’re so awesome. You don’t even gotta wear a bra r’whatever…”

Yeah, with those tight little shirts you wear, there’s no other intentions he could possibly have by that…

[darkfaceuwu]

Yandere Sunday x reader

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In Penacony never rains. That's what everyone say, but today I found out real meaning of rain. A cruel twist in my fate becauss of one crying man...

How did this madness start? What happened? Is this a dream or a nightmare? Y/n a young beautiful woman, was walking carelessly at night , coming back from work as always . In Penacony there's no danger , everyone is enjoying their time and it seems that nobody notices lurking silhouette in the shadows. I was no different.

As I turn in the corner of a street alley , I notice him. There's a man with wings, certainly a halovian, in what it seems a suit, looking elegant and noble, and he's staring at me like a hawk. In shining moon, I register his golden eyes . They're beautiful, but what I don't realize is the glint in them . A glint of desire and obsession.

"Ahem, I'm sorry to startle you, miss. " he smiles at me, closing his eyes to look more friendly. " I'm Sunday, the head of Oak family. I would like to ask you some questions which you could answer me as a citizen of Penacony. Would you mind sparing some time for this?"

I gulp. I'm not ready to answer questions as a citizen of Penacony. Why? Well, because I'm a trespasser of planets. My job is to get information about planets , for example their economy, how much finances they have or their history and etc. and sell them to other opposing planets. I get good pay. As a fake citizen, I get invested in politics, and that's the most valuable information to sell, and I don't have to lift a finger to get them. But now, as we face each other, I realize that this man is dangerous and he knows very well who I might be.

I try to fake my enthusiasm to answer him. "Of course, Mr. Sunday. I would be pleased to answer any questions to the head of family. It would be a pleasure. Just you standing here is so unbelievable in a good way . Am I blessed by a miracle?" I wonder if this is going to please him.

"Good to hear, Miss...?" He's waiting for my name. I would like to lie to him right away, but something tells me in my gut to not try or was it someone?

"Y/n, that's my name, but you can call me whatever you want, sir." It's better to get on his good side..

He repeats my name. I'm unable to hear him as he quietly murmurs to himself. "What a beautiful name for a lady like you. But now I would like to ask you the question, nothing scary, just an easy one, a simple one." I hold my breath. He smirks at me , one hand on his hip, and he confidently looks at me , knowing he caught me red-handed .

" What kind of cage would you choose? A rotten one or a secure one?" Sunday utters quickly, making me lean closer to him. When I realize what he uttered, he's looking at me or, let's say, looking down at me with condolence with his darkened eyes.

"I- I wouldn't like to be caged in the first place..." I whisper my words. This is the end for me . He figured me out. This question is just an option for my room in jail, isn't it?

"Hmmm, well, there are just two options, only one you can choose. Your side note thoughts aren't important right now." Sunday've tried to quicken my thinking. And as he intimidates me, he gets what he wants from me.

"I would choose a secure one...." That's my final answer to him.

"Great to hear, then I would like to welcome a new tourist here in Penacony personally." Sunday says with a smile on his face . A group of men so-called hounds surround us, and everything fades when Sunday touches me and leads me away.

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Now maybe a year went by or maybe more. Who knows? I find myself in a literal cage, a white one , a big one enough to have a kingdom sized bed with most luxurious pillows and blankets ever seen. It looks pretty but otherwise very humiliating . I have a bell to ring for my needs for shower, toilet , food, and drinks. But I never thought I would feel so lonely. The only one who sees me is my captor. And half of the day is out to work to my relief. If he would be here, he would right away scold me for my messy room , my only room. He enjoys also punishing me. Making fun of me . And degrading me of my hopeless situation.

As I am in my thoughts, footsteps are heard. " Darling, I'm home." Sunday declares, not even inside the very basement, he has me locked up.

"Welcome home, Sunday." I never realized I've been trained like a dog by him . This sentence was advised to me to answer him, but by whom?

The clinging of keys and creaking of door is only heard in this cage . A relaxed expression on Sunday's face. Does he know what day it is today?

"Suday..... today should be my leagal release from prisoment..." I'm trying to be hopeful and have a hope for my freedom. After all, he should follow Penacony laws, right?

Sunday chuckles at me. "Darling, do you remember the first time we met?"

"I think so." I hesitantly answer him. " it was in black alley, right?"

Sunday looks at me and nods in agreement. " Yes, this would be our first meeting in Penacony. But do you have any idea that we met for the first time in Dreamscape?"

"A dreamscape..? I can't recall if I've ever been in Dreamscape, but I think I would remember it."

"Well, I don't blame you for not remembering." Sunday says calmly. " After all, you were the first person to experience rain there." Sunday fondly chuckles ar that thought.

" That's impossible. In Penacony, never rains. What are you up to with this questioning?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

He hums. " Well, our meeting started with questions. But you were the one to start them. And I finished them just for you." He smirks bitterly.

I start to remember something. I heard a voice but not a human one, when I was little. I've been running around in Penacony, a family trip, and I've got lost. As I was running , I saw a monster and when I tried to run away, I fell down in what I thought was hole but it was another dream. And then I saw two entities. One of them had 3 heads of woman , body from puzzles, and then other one was broken , only a big eye, and then the whole closed face was seen. The tears from a broken diety fell down, and I was teleported to another dream. There was a little halovian boy, crying alone. Holding a bird with broken wing.

I was a little shy, but after seeing the bird, I rushed to him without thinking.

"Is the birdie alright?" I asked concerned.

The boy was startled by me . After getting courage to look at me, his cheeks start to heat . He shows me a bird, and he hints at his wings.

"It doesn't look good. Will you keep him?" I ask the mysterious boy.

" I would love to, but my sister thinks this bird belongs back to his nest." He quietly mumbles, still softly crying.

"Hmmm, but wouldn't the birdie safe in pretty cage? Think about it. If I were the bird, I would like to be safe without worries in a pretty cage. It's the best option for it." I tell him in quizzing tone and tries to coax him to agree.

Little boy then looks at me and softly nods. His tears stopped. " True, people like birds would feel happy in cage taken by loving owner. In that case, I should keep this little one."

"Hehe, look at you it seems raining stopped." I chuckle at him.

"Raining, but in Penacony, never rains." He tells me, confused.

"Well, it did stop right now." I smile at him.

He suddenly gets shy, and then, after thinking long enough time, he tells me: "You're pretty like this little bird here , full of colors. Could I also keep you in my company?"

I consider his words, and as a stupid kid, I thought this was his way of telling me to be his friend.

"Of course,you can. I would love to. As I can see you're good friends with his little guy so why not have a room for me?" I grin at him.

Sunday gives me an o-shaped parted mouth, surprised by my declaration, and happy with my answer. He smiles at me and tells me:" Then I promise to take care of you like I would take care of my precious birdie here."

The dream stops, and when he is about to ask me, "What's my name?" I wake up with my mom shaking me worried. As I stir, I can't remember anything of my roughly awaking from my slumber.

The memory bubble in my head is cleaned now. And as I stared at my captor, proclaimed as my lover. I see even the little boy in him. And my question is now answered.

When will he RELEASE me? Never BECAUSE he PROMISED TO TAKE CARE OF ME, didn't he?

He reads my expression correctly and tugs me into an unbreakable hug.

"Dear, I promised to have you forever, didn't I? Our meeting was in order for this to happen.~" He sighed happily, nuzzling into my hair, while I wondered why I twisted my fate when I stopped the rain.

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The end~

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, so you seem to be the the All Knowing in terms of twst. With Glorious Masquerade getting a rerun soon, I was looking at the cards.

So what the heck is up with Jamil's freaking hat? I'm sorry but I can't look at it without laughing. It looks so stupid. The closest thing I can think of that matches it is the combined crowns of upper and lower Egypt, but this is the equivalent of France so that can't be it.

While I’m flattered that people come to me with their questions, I want to take a moment to remind everyone that I’m just another TWST fan like you are! ^^ It’s stressful to be considered “all knowing” or a fandom authority 💦 That puts a lot of pressure on me to speak on certain subjects or to interact in a certain way (since people might put too much stock into what I say), and then that ends up detracting from my enjoyment. I’d rather not be put on such a high pedestal, please and thank you.

Now, onto the question!

According to Rollo in 1-13 of Glorious Masquerade, the costumes the NRC students were gifted are “patterned after designs that are over 500 years old.”

If we extrapolate this to real life, the implication is that these costumes have roots in Renaissance era (14th century to 17th century) French fashion. Interestingly, Rollo’s own hat is similar to a tricorne, which was primarily worn in the 18th century… so technically, his hat is more “modern” than what the NRC students wear 😂

So I browsed through records of hats from the indicated period and guess what? I couldn’t find an exact match—though I did find a lot of hat designs that I found way sillier than what the NRC boys have. Like… sorry, what is THAT 😭

Some headwear which bears a vague similarity to Jamil’s hat are the Egyptian combined/double crown (the pschent), which Anon has already mentioned, and the French hood, which was worn by women in the 15th century.

The actual closest match I came across was the mitre, a liturgical headdresses worn by Roman Catholic officials. If you look at it from the front, it doesn’t look like much, but it definitely has the height of Jamil’s hat. But then look closer and you’ll realize the mitre does not have one single flap of fabric, but rather two.

If you take the front flap of a mitre and fold it back, you would probably get something very similar to what Jamil wears. (Note that the black part of the hat is NOT his hair, but is fabric that is part of the hat.)

Considering that Noble Bell College is styled like a cathedral and that the Renaissance era from which the Masquerade Dress clothing derives is characterized by the rediscovery of classical literature, art, and philosophy… perhaps it’s not so strange to see a hat borne of religious associations.

… Why did Jamil specifically get this hat? Not sure, I’m not religious myself so don’t ask me to psychoanalyze him from that angle 😂

The golden part securing the front is unusual and does not appear in French fashion of the time (at least not from what I could tell?). It’s styled like pschent but more likely is meant to be turban-like due to Jamil’s inspiration, Jafar, having the same feather sticking up in the middle of a bulbous hat. You’ll notice Jamil had a “feather” too, albeit metal:

To summarize, I think the design of Masquerade Dress Jamil’s hat borrows from multiple inspirations and not just one/old French fashion. Yana has stated before in a March 2023 interview with the Apple App Store that the cultures of Twisted Wonderland are unique and that the clothing that appears in the game are not “reinterpretations of existing costumes”. She seems to incorporate elements from both high fashion and from a variety of cultures to arrive at the final designs. For example, there are elements of many Nordic cultures in the Apple Pom outfits, and the Pomefiore uniform has a Japanese kimono-like silhouette despite the dorm being based on the the Evil Queen (originating from a German tale). I assume something similar happened when designing the Masquerade Dresses; Yana and co. wanted to combine elements and make something of their own.

Final comment I'll make, the shape of Jamil's hat looks like a kind of dumpling... It makes me hungry.

[moniericreative]

Goro Akechi: A Mask of Heroism

Part 3 of my multi-post series: "The Universally Hated Futaba Line: Biased Opinion to Throw Out, or a Valid Point Taken Too Literally?"

The posts will be in the following order:

Part 1: Clarifying the meaning of the line (link) Part 2: A Mask of Lies (link) Part 3: A Mask of Heroism (this post)

Please check out the first two posts of the series for more context, as it'll help explain the direction I'm going in when discussing this subject.

Without further ado, enjoy the final part!

So you guys might be asking why I started with the "Mask of Lies" first, and not this one. Especially since Akechi's childhood dreams of being a hero are stated very explicitly in his Royal confidant.

Well, it's because when you ignore the lies aspect (i.e. Futaba's words), and focus exclusively on this single portion of Akechi's character... A lot of people tend to think that's all Robin Hood represents. That he's the "Good Shoulder Angel™️" to Loki's "Bad Shoulder Devil™️" and nothing more. Sound vaguely familar?

It's the other unfortunate extreme that's full-tilt in the opposite direction.

By fervently ignoring Futaba's observation, you accidentally horsehoe right around from pigeon-holing Akechi's persona(s) with a convenient, singular label to... pigeon-holing Akechi's persona(s) with a convenient, singular label. This time it just sounds cuter because it's childhood nostalgia flavored.

But both Robin Hood and Loki are far more nuanced than that, and nothing's a bigger example of this than how Akechi's ideals of a "hero of justice" grew up with him (even if he himself can't see it).

How his methods of helping others gradually evolved from playing pretend with a toy gun and saving imaginary people...

To expertly utilizizing his crafted image and its connections, as well as his own resourcefulness and cunning, to help real people even if it doesn't his benefit his revenge against Shido in any way.

Much like the actual hero of legend that Robin Hood is based on (or at least, it's more modern interpretation).

Let us go back to the previous examples in a different light, shall we?

Let's Discuss: The Game

So we've already covered Akechi's absolute masterclass of subterfuge and cheating a rigged system to benefit the Phantom Thieves.

Is he only doing this to win their trust in order to pull the rug out from under them?

Perhaps, but that ignores the elephant in the room: His relationship with Sae.

While he does have a single line of "foolish woman" before the interrogation room, there's one small detail that often gets overlooked.

Why didn't he remind Shido that Sae was a loose end in their plans?

While he didn't know about the Phantom Thieves' actual plans to keep Joker alive, that still doesn't change the fact that the Sae now has direct ties to the Conspiracy's actions because they used her palace as a trap, and she presumably has a Change of Heart.

With how close Sae was to uncovering The Conspiracy already, and with a determination to keep digging until she found the truth, it would make sense for Shido to order her death. After all, he did so for Kayo (Ohya's friend), Kobayakawa, and the SIU Director and they arguably knew just as much.

So why didn't he?

Because Akechi kept his focus on the Phantom Thieves, and not once did he ever remind Shido about Sae.

"Well, maybe Akechi was riding the high of victory and simply forgot? He seems pretty egotistical during that timeframe."

True, but then you have multiple scenes following the Interrogation Room.

The first is his phone call with Shido on 11/20 (while he's in the elevator), where he tells him he'll take care of the Phantom Thieves:

And then the second scene is during Shido's arc, after Shido becomes paranoid due to the Thieves destroying his cognitions of people in his palace, and he and Akechi are in another call:

Notice something specific about both of these interactions? Not once does Akechi give any specifc info about when or how he eliminate these people. He instead keeps giving vague half-answers wrapped in a villianous bow, downplays the threat of the remaining thieves (especially Morgana), or tells Shido "why not wait until after the election?"

The election that he's already planning to ruin Shido on.

Both moments are such a blatant attempt at damage control to ensure less blood is spilled in the long-run, and recontextualizes everything beforehand with Sae.

Throughout the game he says he respects her, and that's no more evident than this. Despite tricking her, he's not interested in killing her or inducing a breakdown/shutdown in her.

In fact he went along with the plan to Change Her Heart and left it at that, only knowing that by stealing her treasure, she'd hopefully re-evaluate her actions leading up to this and go back to normal.

He didn't know that the Thieves never planned to actually steal her treasure. He just trusted their methods, knowing it helps more people in the end than his own. He even asks Makoto herself this:

Which, while it could be seen as him just pretending to be comforting her, gains a more genuine layer with the above context behind his question. The guy loves his double-entendres after all. He put his faith in them, and lied on their behalf to Shido to keep the remaining thieves and Sae safe, regardless of whether he was aware he was doing such or not. On another note, there's also some cut Mementos lines as well (implying that it's not just Joker he opens up to, but everyone else as well):

And finally, we can talk about that Cut Mementos Request as well.

In a way, I understand why this was cut despite being nearly finished. It doesn't leave the players feeling accomplished, but rather like they just made the situation worse and can't take it all back.

But that's the point, and it's a very important lesson they sorely need.

Akechi intentionally chooses targets similar to his situation with Shido, and any information he gives to the Thieves is superficial. Past work history, past connections, etc. As far as investigating goes, he even says he'll do it himself, which the other thieves agree to. Then when they all discuss a game plan, he hangs back while the other thieves come up with their own narrative for what's happening, and doesn't correct them.

The entire point behind this long charade though?

He doesn't want the Thieves to get hurt any further by people like him.

One very important thing to note about this request is that it only occurs during Third Semester. Maruki's Reality. The same reality where, once they defeat him to restore the true reality, everything that occurs during it will be reverted.

Including the events of this request.

Which is probably the actual reason why it got cut other than time-constraints. What's the point in learning it if your mistake can be undone in the end, right?

But again, that's the point. It's a means of giving the Thieves a reality check to be more careful in the future, without them carrying a permanent weight on their shoulders like he has. To let them actually feel first-hand the consquences of their powers when used recklessly, or blindly putting their faith in anybody, and hopefully learn from it to save others more effectively.

He's giving them the lesson and out that he never got before he started working with Shido, and was in too deep to quit.

Let us discuss: P5: The Animation

This time, we've actually got two instances instead of just one.

The first is Yusuke's situation with Kawanabe: (Episode 13 · Dreams and Desires) The second is Futaba's situation with her uncle: (Episode 24 · A Challenge That Must Be Won)

In Yusuke's case, Akechi's main argument to convince Joker into helping him with the investigation into Kawanabe is this:

Of all the people he could've gone to for assistance on the case, he went directly to Joker because he knows Yusuke is his friend, and if they don't do this, Yusuke, a child with honest aspirations, will become yet another casualty of a corrupt individual in power.

He's solved plenty of cases without needing Joker's presence, case in point his entire years-long Detective Prince career (which the anime shows isn't just the cases involving the shutdowns). But he's still willing to ask for his help anyways because he knows Joker will also do anything to protect people in need, even if it means bending or outright breaking the law.

In Futaba's case meanwhile, the dynamic is flipped around completely: Joker asks Akechi for help. The whole situation starts with Akechi being the one to initiate the topic on Futaba acting off due to her uncle:

And Joker responds to him with this sometime later:

The day after, they both have this exchange while discussing the matter:

The entire time, Joker's very open about not wanting to share much information about Futaba's situation to Akechi, who at this point the thieves are well aware he's the Black Mask. It's only after Akechi shares his own experiences with his mother and the foster care system that Joker finally gives him the info he needs to look into Futaba's uncle. Akechi never asks for more context, he trusts Joker's judgement that this is another awful person who needs to be stopped and goes along with it without question.

And all to help a girl that he's aware is in this whole situation because of his actions, too. You could probably argue this is way of atoning for what happened to Wakaba.

Let us discuss: Mementos Mission

Here we can actually talk a bit of the grander plot in the manga, rather than focusing on an iconic yet minor part of it. To give a brief summary, Mika is accused of a murder, and Ann and Joker (followed by the rest of the thieves) want to clear her name and find the true culprit. To this end, Joker decides, against the judgement of the other thieves, to ask Akechi for help in looking into this whole mess.

One key thing to note about this is that Akechi goes out of his way to look into this in between his own cases, including that of the "Double Fanged Murder Demon" that they find out later on is connected to it. And the kicker? It's not even remotely connected to The Conspiracy at all, either. Nor Akechi's revenge plan against Shido (which does get hinted at in this story). There's no subtle clues indicating that some parties might be tied to the conspiracy, or need to be taken out like Okumura was. It's just an entire cast of people in their own smaller spider-web of coincidences, that Joker and co. happen to stumble into. Akechi has absolutely nothing to gain from indulging in Joker's request to look into police files or clues, but he still chooses to do so anyways, even if he's technically not supposed to share details due to confidential information.

The only thing he asks for in return? More coffee and curry. That's it. Surprisingly simple pleasures for a very complex guy.

Akechi's honestly one those characters that's fascinating to see others react to. When people hear the "lie" comment, they tend to jump straight into two categories afterwards:

The people who take it too literally, and proceed to loathe him with every fibre of their being and doubt every word he says (and end up falling for his black mask "being his true, more likeable self" by Third Semester when it's yet another distancing tactic).

The people who write it off completely, and proceed to victimize him to the point that it takes away any agency he has over his crimes (in spite of how frequently Akechi accepts the blame for his own involvement, or says that it wasn't solely Shido's manipulation driving him forward).

Even Akechi himself says it: It's not that simple.

He's a liar, but he lies for a damn good reason.

It's just such a shame that there isn't much room to have nuanced discussions about this, because of the two sides and the admittedly knee-jerk reactions to anything opposing them.

Because everything involving the Robin Hood side of Akechi is honestly fantastic. It's a middle-ground on justice between blind righteousness (like the Phantom Thieves) and tunnel-visioned "might makes right" (like Shido, Yaldy, Maruki, and to an extent Sae).

It's the stance of someone who's crawled his way up through a living hell with pleasant smiles and a gun behind his back, but still has enough faith in humanity to put his trust in Joker: The closest person to his idealistic image of a hero, moreso than himself.

The Detective Prince and Black Mask may have been public images, but underneath both is a kid who just cares deeply and painfully about others.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Reign | Roman Reigns x Black!Fem OC | 18+! | Royalty AU

Description: Prince Roman and Georgiana tie the knot and begin their lives together.

Chapter: 3/5

Face Claim: Megan Thee Stallion

Warnings: First time, innocent!oc, p iv v, praise, gentle dominance, teasing, mention of spanking.

This is a historical romance fanfiction. As such some characters featured have their real names and some have their kayfabe ones. Example being Jey is Joshua because that fits with the time period and tone of the story better. Jimmy is Jonathan, Drew is referred to as Andrew. Whereas Roman, Solo, Naomi and many others mentioned keep their kayfabe names because I feel they can work anyways. This is regency era. Think Bridgerton. That along with the "Bridal Discipline" series of erotic novels by one of favorite authors Golden Angel is the inspo behind this one.

As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in the first chapter, This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 2,440

My masterlist can be found here.

👑 Taglist: @lov3rla03 @reignseclipse @acute-crashout-jeyuso @jstarr86

The grand wedding ceremony unfolds in the palace chapel, filled with both reverence and anticipation. Roman and Ana stand at the altar, surrounded by nobles and their future subjects alike.

Ana's white gown sparkles in the candlelight as she exchanges vows with Roman. The congregation holds their breath, moved by the sincerity in both their voices.

"With this ring, I thee wed," Roman says, sliding a simple gold band onto Ana's finger. "Till death do us part."

The wedding bells chime as the ceremony concludes, signaling a new chapter for both of them.

As the reception begins, Ana finds herself being whisked away to meet more guests. Roman remains by her side, occasionally whispering humorous commentary in her ear about some of the more pretentious attendees.

The newlyweds share their first dance as husband and wife, their movements graceful and intimate despite the watchful eyes around them.

Roman approaches Georgiana's mother Mary Anne Hill, who sits quietly at a table, while Violetta excitedly chats with the other young ladies.

"Mrs. Hill," Roman says warmly, offering his hand. "I'm Roman. Ana's told me so much about you and your lovely daughter Violetta."

Mary Anne smiles weakly, clearly tired from her illness. "Your Highness... please, call me Mary. I'm grateful for everything you've done for my family."

"I understand you've been unwell," Roman continues softly. "I've arranged for the palace physician to see you tomorrow morning. Perhaps they can provide more assistance than the village doctor."

Mary Anne's eyes fill with tears of gratitude. "You're far too kind, Your Highness. We've never been able to afford proper medical care..."

Violetta suddenly appears at their table, her eyes wide with awe. "Roman! Can I call you that? You're going to make an amazing king someday!"

Ana shakes her head at her sister who continues her enthusiastic chatter. "Violetta, darling, perhaps you should let His Highness breathe for a moment," Ana gently suggests.

Violetta looks slightly chastised but can't contain her excitement. "Sorry, Georgiana. It's just... you married a prince! Like in all those books we used to read!"

Roman chuckles warmly, amused by the teen's enthusiasm. "It's quite alright."

The evening continues with more dancing and celebrations. At one point, Roman pulls Ana onto the dance floor for a private waltz.

"Your family is quite spirited," he whispers with a playful smile. "Though I'm more interested in getting to know you better."

Ana smiles, feeling both loved and embarrassed by her family's antics. "They can be a bit much, but I'm glad you're taking it all in stride."

As the final dance ends, Roman pulls Ana into a secluded balcony overlooking the gardens.

"We're finally alone," he says softly, drawing her close. "Though I'm not sure if I can keep my eyes off you in that dress."

Roman's fingers trace along the intricate lace of Ana's wedding dress, his touch sending shivers down her spine. The distant music from the reception can still be heard.

"I meant what I said earlier," he murmurs, his lips brushing against her ear. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

The moonlight casts a gentle glow over them as Roman kisses her softly, sealing their union with a private moment in the cool night air.

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The next morning, A lavish carriage pulls up in front of the palace steps, decorated with white ribbons and flower arrangements. The driver holds the door open as Roman helps Ana inside.

The interior is plush and luxurious, with velvet cushions and a bottle of champagne waiting for them. Ana settles into the soft seat, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about their private getaway.

"To our future together," Roman says, raising his glass to toast. "And to a few peaceful days away from all those prying eyes."

As the carriage begins its journey, Ana watches the now familiar cityscape fade into rolling hills and lush forests. The sounds of the bustling capital slowly fade away, replaced by the gentle rhythm of horse hooves.

The countryside unfolds around them as the carriage travels deeper into the peaceful landscape. Ana notices a small cottage coming into view, nestled amidst fields of wildflowers.

"Our destination," Roman says with a smile. "A private cottage just for us. No palace staff, no guards. No Lady Mystique to write of our antics... just you and me."

The driver pulls up in front of the cottage and opens the door, revealing a charming little structure.

Ana steps out of the carriage, taking in the beautiful view. The cottage has a quaint stone exterior with ivy climbing up the walls. Inside, a cozy fireplace crackles invitingly.

"I had it prepared just for you," Roman says softly, watching her reaction. "I wanted our first night as husband and wife to be special."

A basket of fresh fruits and pastries sits on the dining table, along with a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket. The romantic setting makes Ana's heart skip a beat.

Roman leads Ana to the bedroom, where a large four-poster bed dominates the room. Candles flicker softly around the room, casting warm shadows on the walls.

"This is perfect," Ana breathes, feeling both shy and excited about what's to come. "You've thought of everything."

Roman pulls her close, his eyes darkening with desire. "Now that we're finally alone..."

His lips find hers in a heated kiss, and the last of Ana's nerves melt away. She wraps her arms around his neck, losing herself in the intimacy of their honeymoon moment.

The fire in the hearth crackles as Roman tenderly guides Ana to the bed. The soft mattress dips beneath their weight as they settle onto it.

His hands are gentle but sure as they explore her body, slowly removing each layer of her dress. Ana's breath catches as she feels his skin against hers for the first time.

"Tell me if I'm being too forward," he whispers, his lips tracing a path down her neck. "I want to make this perfect for you."

Roman stands beside the bed, his movements deliberate as he unbuttons his shirt. Each inch of skin reveals more of his muscular physique.

Ana watches with a mixture of curiosity and nervous anticipation, her eyes widening as he removes the last of his clothes. His body is sculpted and powerful, nothing like the books she'd read had described.

"You're.. Wow." she whispers, reaching out to touch his chest. The feeling of his warm skin under her fingertips sends shivers through her entire body.

Roman climbs back onto the bed, his body pressing against hers. His hands trace gentle patterns along her curves as he claims her lips in another deep kiss.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, each movement and touch building an intimate connection between them. Roman takes his time exploring her, learning what she responds to.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" he murmurs against her skin, wanting to ensure her complete comfort and consent. She nods her head yes.

Roman's dominance is evident in the way he positions himself above her, his body covering hers completely. But his touch remains tender and caring, showing Ana that he cherishes this moment.

"I need you to tell me if it hurts," he says softly, pausing as he prepares to enter her. "I promise to be gentle."

The initial discomfort causes Ana to gasp, but Roman's soothing words and caresses help her relax. He moves slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the new sensations.

With each gentle thrust, Ana's body responds more naturally, pleasure replacing the initial discomfort. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as waves of pleasure begin to build within her.

"You're doing so well," Roman whispers huskily, his control beginning to slip as his own desire grows stronger. "Let go for me, sweetheart."

The intensity builds between them until they're both lost in the moment, completely consumed by their passion and connection.

As Ana reaches her peak, her body trembles with pleasure beneath him. Roman follows soon after, their bodies shuddering together in ecstasy.

He collapses beside her, pulling her close to his chest as they both catch their breath. The fire has died down to glowing embers, casting a warm, intimate glow over their intertwined bodies.

"That was... beyond words," Roman says softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You were perfect, my love."

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The following day, Roman leads Ana to a picturesque spot by the lake, where a picnic basket waits beneath a sprawling oak tree. The water sparkles under the sun, creating a serene backdrop for their intimate conversation.

"This place always makes me feel peaceful," Roman says as they settle onto the picnic blanket. "I thought it would be the perfect spot to discuss our future."

He unpacks the basket, revealing an array of fresh fruit, bread, and cheeses. The sound of birds chirping create a natural symphony around them.

"What do you see for us, Roman?" Ana asks softly, leaning against his shoulder. "Now that we're married, what are your dreams for our life together?"

Roman wraps his arm around Ana's shoulders, pulling her closer. The warmth of the sun filters through the leaves above them, casting dappled shadows on their faces.

"I see us building something true," He begins, his voice sincere. "I want to rule fairly and justly, and I want you by my side every step of the way."

His hand finds hers, intertwining their fingers as he continues. "I want children, perhaps a boy and a girl."

The idea of children brings a soft smile to Ana's face. She imagines a little boy with Roman's sweet curls and her eyes, running through the palace gardens.

"I can picture it too," she says softly, turning to look at him. "Our family. Our kingdom."

Roman traces patterns on her palm as they sit in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying the peaceful scene around them. The wind carries the scent of wildflowers from nearby fields.

"Would you like to have children right away?" Ana asks, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought.

Roman squeezes her hand gently, his expression thoughtful. "I would love to start trying as soon as possible. The kingdom needs an heir."

The idea sends a thrill through Ana's body, though she's also acutely aware of the responsibilities that come with carrying the royal heir. Roman notices her hesitation and cups her face tenderly.

"We don't have to rush if you're not ready," he reassures her. "But know that I will support you in every step."

The moment is intimate and vulnerable, filled with promises of their future together.

Ana looks into Roman's eyes, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. "Roman, I have to ask... This. Us. Do you believe it to be a love match?"

Roman takes a moment to think, He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. "I chose you because I saw potential for something special between us. I believe we can grow to love each other deeply," he says pausing a moment as if unsure if he wanted to continue his thought.

"I chose you because you stirred something in me. A sense of trust, of warmth, of.. normalcy I haven't felt since..." Roman trails off.

"Since Baron Moxley?" Ana asks gently as she recalled Lord Joshua's words.

Roman sighs deeply, his face showing a hint of vulnerability. "He was my best friend.. But he um, abdicated his title and left the kingdom. Went gallivanting off like some wild thing."

He runs his hand through his long curly hair, looking out at the peaceful lake. "I couldn't do the same. This kingdom needs me. But to be.. left. Just me and this responsibility, I felt like no one would ever understand. Like it was a betrayal."

Ana gently strokes his cheek, feeling the pain he carries. "I'm here now," she says softly. "And I understand. I understand the weight of responsibility, of being a ruler. But I also see you as more than that."

She kisses him tenderly, hoping to ease some of his pain. "I'll never leave you like that. We're in this together, my king."

Roman pulls her closer, his arms tightening around her as if seeking comfort in her presence. "You're my solace" he whispers against her hair.

The evening sun begins to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow across the lake. Ana snuggles against Roman's chest, content in their peaceful moment.

Roman grins mischievously as he starts removing his clothes. "Come, let's enjoy the cool water before we have to return to court."

He stand nearly naked in the water, the sun highlighting his muscles as he extends a hand to Ana. "Join me, my love."

Ana follows his lead, slipping into the refreshing water with a shiver. The coolness contrasts with the warmth of Roman's body as he pulls her close.

Their wet undergarments cling to their skin as they float together in the lake. The setting sun paints the water with shades of orange and pink. Roman's fingers trace patterns along her back, creating a delightful sensation.

Ana playfully cups her hands and splashes water at Roman, giggling at the look of surprise on his face. The cool droplets catch in his dark curls as he sputters.

"You little minx!" he exclaims with mock indignation, returning the splash with a larger wave that drenches her completely.

The water war between them continues until they're both laughing breathlessly, wrapped in each other's arms.

Roman grins devilishly as he catches her around the waist, pulling her body flush against his. "Oh, now you've really done it," he growls playfully.

He holds her firmly against him, his hands gently massaging her backside through the soaked undergarments. "You know what happens to naughty girls who splash their king?"

Ana gasps at his touch, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. "What happens, your Highness?" she asks, trying to sound innocent despite her racing heartbeat.

Roman leans down to whisper in her ear, his voice low and husky. "They get a proper spanking." His hands move deliberately as he speaks, making Ana shiver.

Ana's breath hitches as Roman's words send a wave of heat through her body. The mix of playfulness and dominance in his tone is making her feel deliciously flustered. She wondered why the idea of being spanked like a naughty little girl had such an effect on her. Was that a thing? Something married people do?

Roman notices the way her body responds to his words and the change in her breathing. His lips curl into a knowing smile as he watches her reactions. This is going to be fun.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for yelling at my husband for spending "my" money for a part?

My husband stalks the actual AITA reddit so I am using my friend's account here as she has shown me these.

I (25m) have a husband, Liam (25m), and we have a daughter (just turned 2). When I first married Liam, I truly loved him, but I'm not sure now. We have ups and downs and I suffered from postpartum depression and I know Liam has said i was a handful then.

We are almost at five years of marriage. When we got married I had a job, which I left when me and Liam moved for his promotion across the country. Liam encouraged me to stay home and watch our dogs, which then translated to watching our daughter after we had her. I have tried to get a job multiple times, for example I had an interview and missed it because our car wouldn't start (Liam worked on it when he got home thst night and fixed it, but they wouldn't let me interview again). One time we all came down with covid. Just normal life things that occur.

Liam has discouraged me from getting a job, saying he makes enough to support us and wants me to be with our daughter. I do love being with her, but I feel unfulfilled and want to work. I tried to sell stuff online, but we decided it was too expensive to continue. Liam finally agreed for me to get a job, I got an interview and they offered me the job, but I just found out I am pregnant. The job is very labor intensive and my first pregnancy was not easy, Liam doesn't want me to accept and I am inclined not to, but I want to earn my own money.

Well, our heater unexpectedly went out and we had to pay for the part to fix it. Except, instead of using the joint account he used my account. Liam told me that it is his money and he can spend it how he pleases. I yelled at him that I would have money if I was able to get a job, and he told me I was being too hormonal because of the baby and needed to look at things logically. I told him to fuck off. I said some other things in anger, and I'll be honest i don't remember exactly what I said but i didnt think it was that bad, but Liam won't tell me. He says it was absolutely terrible and i must not love him to say what I did and that my brain fog is just me blaming the pregnancy. He has since slept in the guest room while I sleep in our room. I apologized for yelling but told him I still wanted a job, he says that isnt a real apology. AITA?

My friend says to add this here for context:

We have three accounts, they all are joint accounts. The first is a checking which is what we take our rent, bills, etc out of and what the part should have come out of. Then we have the first saving account which is his account. Then there is the second checking account which is considered mine. He puts money in it weekly for me to spend on groceries and our daughter. Anything extra I don't spend I get to keep.

What are these acronyms?

[idk-man-im-indecisive-af]

SCOTTHO I LOVE YOU

This is really fucking long and might not make sense at all, I'm tired as fuck but couldn't get this out of my head.

Okay so I was just thinking about scottho because as of right now it has me in a chokehold and I was also thinking of epic the musical yk? And like, I think it'd be really fun if someone wrote something with Scott as Penelope and Etho as Odysseus. No but like actually. I've seen people talk about flower husbands and jizzie(and maybe treebark? I forgot) and how well they'd fit in those roles. But like a few examples on how scottho could fit is like the way Odysseus tricks the siren pretending to be Penelope, he's talking about how scared he is and that's he's too “shy” and I just think that's a very etho thing to do(playing the pathetic card to either make people laugh OR to lead them to their demise)(like in wild life when etho helped, I think it was bdubs, kill Joel by luring him over the bridge to defend him because he was getting “bullied”). Additionally, Etho can be loyal, but his survival is of utmost importance to him, seemingly the thing that matters to him most(bdubs literally said so in limited life). This leads me to another example, Odysseus betrays his crew, who he's done nothing but be loyal to(I think), out of pure desperation to get back home to his wife. This one is less so “oh this is so similar to blah blah blah” and it's more of a “they can be connected in my mind but I might be delusional(let's be real almost everything I'm saying could lead someone to that conclusion)”. He didn't betray Joel and Gem like Odysseus had his crew, but the point is he tried too, he was actively trying to help Scott. Despite “the family” likely being his best shot at getting further in the game(like I said, this is LITERALLY one of the things he views as most important), he remained loyal to Scott first and foremost, he found the thought of elongated survival(this could be akin to the survival of Odysseus crew as it was very important to him, he wanted to be back home, but he did everything in his power to bring his crew right back with him) to be less important than Scott knowing he hadn't meant to do what he had done(like how Odysseus would rather his whole crew be murdered and him getting to survive instead of it being the other way around because he couldn't handle the thought of that seeing his wife again). Now that I type this out I feel like a lunatic, SOMEONE TELL ME THEY CAN AT LEAST KINDA SEE THE VISION. PLEASE. Also Scott is very well known to be self sacrificial and idk if it is canonically part of epic or just maybe a bit implied but this IS canon in the Odyssey(the story epic is based off of), but during the song “the challenge” Penelope tells the suitors that if they can string Odysseus bow and shoot an arrow through “twelve axes clean” then they can rule by her side. But what the suitors didn't know it that Penelope planned to be sitting right behind those axes and if anyone actually made it, she would die, because she'd rather do that than have to marry anyone other than the “best”(at that time Odysseus was known as “the best of greeks” I think. Don't fact check me on like- most of this. I'm going off of pure memories). Anyways I think my last and maybe most solid point is the final song, “would you fall in love with me again?”. Odysseus having the blood of oh so many people on his hands, asking Penelope if she could still love him despite him being a “monster”, not even begging for forgiveness just for her to understand what him being a monster truly entails. And when she asks what he's done he tries desperately to make her see that he wasn't the man she knew and loved anymore, not wanting to deceive her. Etho asking about what would happen if they were to kick him out and Scott simply saying that it'd never happen, that he'd be welcomed with open arms(HAH) no matter what. Etho trying to reason that he isn't a good teammate, trying to make them understand, as if they couldn't see how truly terrible he believed he was.

[suratan-zir]

an extremely long and personal rant, you're not gonna gain anything by reading it, and if you do decide to read it in its entirety - I'm so sorry

I just need to vent, and this blog is the only place for me to do so. I can't tell the whole story, it's very long, messy, and personal. But long story short: there's a man who's been an unshakable influence on me for almost two decades. He shaped my life and molded me into the person I am today, one way or another. Oh, and he just so happens to be a covert narcissist - not like in those stupid dramatic tiktoks, but in a very real and infuriating way.

We said goodbye. We've been in no contact for over three years since I left the occupied territories. Since Savita's death, I haven't been doing all that well. I've been spiraling, quite frankly. Eventually, when everything else failed to help, I messaged him. Following a series of mostly dry and noncommittal replies, which always ended with "Write me more, I'll be waiting!" from him but contained no questions, no real engagement, no reactions to what I was saying at all - I said, "either drop this BS and start really communicating with me, or tell me straight to go fuck myself, but nothing in between, please."

So, finally, he tells me, "Look, I reach out first, I take the initiative. Let's talk about movies. What would you recommend for me to watch?" and recommends a movie himself. It's just a normal friendly conversation, right? No, the fuck it isn't. With people like this, everything is about control and power, about the opportunity to put you in your place.

Here I present to you our "normal" texting:

me: I watch mostly horrors. We have this tradition of watching a horror movie on the weekends, even though they never scare me. There's been a very recent one starring Hugh Grant - it's not so much a horror as it is a thriller, IMO. But I really enjoyed it. To understand some things better, you may need to know a little about the Mormon sect. But it's not necessary. (Now, dear reader, if you haven’t found anything offensive in my message, you didn’t look close enough, I guess.)

him: I am amazed by your arrogance - "you should know at least a little about the Mormon sect."

me: Why are you being like this? I only told you this because I myself didn’t know anything about the Mormons before the movie, except that it’s a cult in the US. I knew nothing about their rituals, beliefs, etc. This wasn’t directed at you. This wasn’t arrogance. I don’t even know if you watch horrors, but it was the first movie that came to mind because it was the best out of the recently watched.

him: This is such nonsense. Horror is for fear - that is, for teenagers. If there’s no need, then there will be no particular fear - why watch… to awaken old memories when this film still evoked the necessary emotions? As if there are no genres except horror and comedy. Noir, for example. Biopic. Historical. Melodramas. Art house, etc. Why limit yourself… aaaah, it’s to proudly say "I only watch horrors, but they don’t scare me."

me: No, not for that reason. This is my favorite genre because it's the easiest for me to watch and because we have this tradition—to watch horror movies on weekends. You (not only you, but also the film industry as a whole) have a very limited view of this genre. You don't watch it just to be scared. Just like any other movie, you watch it because it’s interesting. Because it evokes some emotions, it doesn’t necessarily have to be fear. Not all horror movies are jump scares and girls climbing out of TVs. I perceive them more as movies that should keep you in suspense, not as something that scares you. People have different tastes, what can you do?

him: A film that keeps you in suspense… I wonder why (fear, of course) comedies don't keep you in suspense, huh? And what else is there in horror? The realization of a child's need for a specific experience of fear. And this is not about tastes (taste is a personal preference). This is objective. And it's easier to watch because there is almost no plot.

me: Wow, you’ve only been watching bad horror movies in your life, then. You're not being objective at all now. You can't consider an entire genre, which is very broad, so narrowly. Heretic is formally classified as horror, but it's not about "fulfilling a child's need for a specific experience of fear." We're talking about different things. Often, horror elements are used as metaphors - not directly as horror. Not to make you afraid, but to make you think about something, to convey an idea in an unconventional way. Don't be so biased. No plot? You have to watch Hereditary or The Empty Man several times to notice everything you missed the first time because there are so many details, and the plot is so twisted.

him: A twisted plot does not speak of the quality of the film, but only of the quality of the mess in the director's head. The best films usually have a clear plot.

me: You could also say that comedies are for children because they like to laugh, and biographical films are for the elderly because they're interested in the past. You can basically say this about anything: Why watch comedies? Just to laugh? Why watch melodramas? Just to compensate for the lack of romance in your life? Why watch dramas? Just to feel sad? Etc. Only scientific and educational documentaries would remain because they have an "objective" benefit. Not everything is so one-sided, and a film has to be very bad to evoke only one emotion in you. Good films aren't arranged like that, and genres often overlap. As I said, many different films are formally classified in this category. The Lighthouse is also considered a horror film, but its goal isn't to scare you. There are psychological horror films, atmospheric ones, dramas, etc. If you follow this logic, then any strong emotion is a "childish need." Adults also cry during dramas and get anxious during thrillers. A movie is good if you don't regret watching it.

Him: Oversimplified, common man's view of genres - don't confuse like/dislike with good/bad.

me: Well, I’m a "commoner." That's my opinion. Who's to talk about arrogance… How does a simple conversation about cinema turn into an argument? Why do you have such a need to prove that I'm wrong about what I like instead of just sticking with your own? It’s strange. You can't prove that all films classified as this genre are bad. Simply because it's objectively impossible - they're too different. The genre is broad and often mixed with others. Maybe you're just sad that you don't watch films with anyone on Saturdays, with disgusting dry pizza and wine? When this is all over, we'll watch a good (good!) horror movie together, and you'll tell me all about how much you didn't like it :)

him: "You should know first…" is arrogance. And to claim that comedy is for the elderly is philistine segregation. I'm not saying that they're all bad. I'm saying that the plot is overly twisted because of the mess in their heads and to hide a weak script.

Me: What? I didn't claim that comedy is for the elderly. It was a deliberately absurd statement that directly mirrored yours. Of course I don't think so - it's stupid. That was the point. -----------------------------------------------------------------

If your head hurts and you're losing your sanity, I'm sorry. Imagine how mine felt. And it wasn't enough for me - oh no. We had a phone call later. Despite my desperate attempts to stop this idiotic argument, he was persistent. I watched the movie he recommended (didn't like it, but oh well), but he said he's not going to watch mine. Okay. Then he starts complaining that I didn't watch his suggested movie dubbed in russian. I explain that I don't watch anything dubbed—movies, TV shows, nothing. Haven't for over ten years now. You know what? He says that I'm MISSING A LOT by watching the ORIGINALS. That I can't possibly get everything there is to get when the movie isn't dubbed. I say that most of the things I watch are in English, and I understand everything. And if not, I watch them with English subs. "And what’s the original? Do you speak Ancient Greek? Do you know how little original English has in it?" WTF Still, he insists - you can't possibly get everything. I say that there are often puns and other untranslatable things, so by dubbing it, you have to write a brand new joke because the translation wouldn't work. Like, for example, "We're werewolves, not swearwolves" in What We Do in the Shadows. It was my favorite joke there, which would've been ruined by dubbing. "To understand puns," he says, "you have to know the language really well." Implying that I can't possibly know English that well.

Then he jumps back on the horror-hating train. I'm trying to explain that I don't actually watch movies that often. "Like, even this classic movie by Tarantino that everyone has seen, Pulp Fiction, my husband only recently talked me into watching it," - I add. "Pulp Fiction? But what's the movie title?" he asks. No, it is the movie title. "No, it's a genre. What's the title?" It is the title. I apologize, I say I'm sorry but I don't know what it's called in the russian adaptation. I describe the plot. "Ah, Криминальное Чтиво," he says. "Yes, that one," - I confirm. "There, Kate, there is your arrogance again."

My arrogance because I genuinely didn't know what it's called in russian. MY arrogance. I'm to blame if he didn't know something. I was supposed to predict he wouldn't know it and not embarrass him by mentioning such things. He has an English teacher diploma, among other things, by the way. The person trying to prove to me the stupidity of watching movies in the original language.

If you read this far - sorry. It's not about movies, languages, or anything else specific. It's nearly any conversation with him. That's how it's always been. The kind of person who would accuse you of everything they themselves possess and display. The kind of person you can't win an argument with because it's not about what you say. It's not about trying to hear each other. It's about power. About showing you that you're less than him. If I make a good argument, it'll be ignored or twisted. If I slip somewhere, I'll be ridiculed mercilessly. If I dare to complain about it, I'll be called overdramatic, overanalyzing, instigating. The only way is to stop playing his game. But I can't stop. I'm stuck in a fucking loop of thinking, "This time I'll be smarter, calmer, more mature, and everything will be different."

[destinygoldenstar]

"But Pomni just couldn't do it. She considered the possibility of facing Ragatha. Admitting she had abandoned her for the exit after she promised to get help. She might be abstracted for that. And in such a crazy world, why had she taken that risk? All because she believed this was a dream? They would think she was crazy."

"And then something occurred to Pomni."

"'Maybe' she thought to herself, 'Maybe I AM crazy. My entire identity blinking completely out of existence in a single moment for no reason at all?' None of it made any logical sense."

"And as Pomni pondered this, she began to make other strange observations. For example: Why did her skin feel like rubber? Why did doors punch her in the face whenever she opened them? And for that matter, these rooms were starting to look pretty familiar. Were they simply repeating?"

"'No!' Pomni said to herself, 'This is all too strange this can't be real!' And at last, she came to the conclusion that had been at the tip of her tongue. She just hadn't found the words for it. 'I'm dreaming!' She yelled. 'This is all a dream!'"

"Oh what a relief Pomni felt, to have finally found an answer! An explanation! That circus wasn't actually real! She didn't lose her identity! She wasn't crazy after all!"

"...and then perhaps the strangest question of them all entered Pomni's head. One she was amazed she hadn't asked herself sooner."

"Why is there somebody out there rewriting a monologue from Stanley Parable of all things? Now the text was describing her own thoughts and dictating what she was doing and thinking. It was particularly strange."

"'I'm dreaming about a monologue of someone else's thoughts explaining my exact thoughts as though they were my thoughts even though they weren't originally my thoughts' she thought."

"And when she thought it all very odd and wondered if this was something other people did and thought in their dreams, the truth was that of course, this was not a dream."

"How could it be? Was Pomni simply deceiving herself? Believing that if she's asleep she doesn't have to take responsibility for herself?"

"Pomni is as awake right now as she's ever been in her life."

"Now knowing how this monologue ends was quite a shock to Pomni. After all, she knew for a certain beyond a doubt that this was in fact a dream! This face, this name, these thoughts, they were her own too! SURELY! SURELY, IF SHE COULD JUST-"

"She would prove it. She would prove that she was in control. That this WAS a dream. So she drifted away in a daze, and invited herself to wake up."

"She felt the calming warmth of her skin, the tickle of her hair on her neck, the fresh air of a world outside this one..."

"'Let me wake up.' She thought to herself. 'I'm through with this dream. I want it to be over. Let me go back to my life. Let me be myself again. Please. It's all I want. I want my home. And my body. And my name. All I want is who I am exactly the way I've always been. My life is normal. I am normal. Everything will be fine. I am okay...'"

"..."

"Pomni began screaming."

"'PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME! MY NAME IS POMNI! I HAVE A NAME! I HAVE A LIFE! I AM HUMAN! PLEASE JUST SOMEONE TELL ME I'M HUMAN! I MUST BE HUMAN I MUST BE! CAN ANYONE HEAR MY VOICE?!'"

"WHO AM I?!'"

"'WHO AM I?!'"

"And then it was dinner time."

[x-on-the-calendar-business]

ryan ross iceberg explained (masterpost and tier 1)

tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

if somehow you have no idea how icebergs work/what they are, then i’ll give a tldr: it comes from the saying “it’s just the tip of the iceberg,” so basically, the entries at the top of the iceberg are the stuff the average person would know, and as you go deeper, the content becomes more obscure. for example, if you’re a more casual panic! fan, then a lot of the entries in the sky tier are more likely to be things you would know, whereas you’re probably only going to know the stuff at the very bottom if you’re an insane person (me).

i got most of the entries from this iceberg from a couple of others that i found on twitter, here and here [i]. i combined them, shifted some stuff around, and added some things to make this one. of course, a special thanks to the twitter users areyouIlooking and checkyesjuul for making the ones i used to create this one.

i also want to give a special shoutout to the tumblr blogs @pathetic-at-the-disco and @prettyoddfever because i got so much info from them for this iceberg and they are just incredible sources of information for panic! fans.

finally, i'm really hoping everything on this iceberg is correct; of course, i did my research and there was a lot of it i already knew. however, i was not actually there for presplit panic! so i can't speak off of firsthand accounts for a lot of things. with that being said, if something is wrong, or if there is something you think should be added, please feel free to let me know, and i will go back and edit the post.

enough introduction, let’s get started.

the sky (tier 1):

guitarist of panic!:

what he is most well known for. ryan was the original guitarist of panic! and one of the true founding members. he departed the band in 2009 with former bassist jon walker, which we’ll come back to later.

rosevest:

this refers to an iconic piece of clothing that ryan wore while they were touring their debut album, a fever you can’t sweat out. he wears it in live in denver as well.

(side note: the post i got this pic from is a very interesting look at their outfits from that tour so i would recommend checking it out here!) [ii]

good at makeup:

during the fever era, ryan was really well known for doing makeup looks, some elaborate. i’m inserting some examples here, but i’m also going to link a post that showcases more pics of the makeup looks he did. there are more that he did than just the ones shown in that post or here (like the god awful blue eyeshadow he did on that red carpet), and there were a lot of times he just did the classic black smudged eyeliner.

and the tumblr post as promised: the makeup styles ryan ross wore in summer 2006 [iii]

ryden:

oh boy, where do we even start with this one. there are actually going to be quite a bit of ryden references in this, but at the end i’ll link a masterpost for further reading (although most of it will be covered here). but to be keep it short and simple, ryden is the ship name for ryan ross and brendon urie. it was arguably one of the biggest ships in early 2000s bandom, as evidenced by the litany of fics written with them as a pairing. this ship (unfortunately) still lives on in people’s hearts today even though ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore.

also, i know it would seem to make more sense if their ship name was ryDON not ryDEN because of how brendon’s name is spelled, but the ship name comes from the mashing of their nicknames ryro and bden (which still doesn’t make any sense but i digress).

unfortunately, all of the ryden content on this iceberg will probably be long because i am a former rydennie (yes u can make fun of me for it go ahead) so i have a lot of knowledge on that ship. but trust me i know that ryden was not real.

“creative differences:”

this entry refers to the july 6th, 2009 split where ryan and jon left the band. the most cited reason for the split was musical differences, as stated in these interviews with brendon and spencer [iv]. however, most people believe the band actually split due to personal reasons since they basically all stopped speaking afterwards, and because of some comments jon made [v]. in fact, one MTV interview specifically singled out ryan and brendon as not getting along, but it has since been deleted [vi].

cheez wiz:

this references a clip from the pretty. odd. short-film called american valley [vii]. the video went viral circa 2015/2016 and became a huge meme in the bandom community, especially in the crankthatfrank yeemo fanbase (that sentence wasn’t in the bible). if you were a panic! fan during that time, you know the cheez wiz jokes were inescapable.

milk fic:

“ryan was kneeling in the bathtub…”

this is also unfortunate. to be blunt, this is a ryden fic in which brendon gives ryan an enema with milk. it catalyzed a trend of other shocking fics within the bandom sphere, such as the comb fic. it’s just cringy. sadly, it became so iconic that brendon knows about it and even made a vine referencing it [viii].

i would link it but i’m not going to because the author, druscila, is a pedophile. so there’s that.

onceler jokes:

i’m going to put a picture of the onceler, who is from the lorax, and ryan side by side. and that should explain this.

now let’s move on to the next tier.

tier 2

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/areyouiooking/status/1366887508441718790?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ, https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1368794897499615233?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ

[ii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/628882839458512896/panic-at-the-discos-2006-summer-tour-costumes

[iii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/629161631117656064/the-makeup-styles-ryan-ross-wore-in-summer-2006

[iv] https://patd.livejournal.com/2943372.html, https://patd.livejournal.com/2928377.html#cutid1

[v] https://oneweekoneband.tumblr.com/post/131968366779/jon-walker-and-ryan-ross-from-a-2009-interview-in

[vi] https://whisperdlullaby.livejournal.com/9051.html

[vii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBot_X9pquo

[viii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyWlisnfrm0

[mamirhodessxox]

Last Friday Night

Dashing!Cody Rhodes x Playboy Model Fem!Reader

Desc: It’s the 2010’s also known as the trashy dirty messy parties decade besides the 2000’s, Cody’s career was just going off along with his best-friends playboy model career, after a successful WWE Match Cody throws a large party at his house for celebration & It gets messy real fast

Contents: Alcohol, Foul Language, Smut, Fluff, Trashy parties, Douche bag cody in the house, DASHING CODY FUCKING RHODES CHAT, Gets STRAIGHT to the smut so enjoy

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Cody was beyond full of himself, especially when he had this entire Dashing Cody Rhodes gig going on for him, The dashing part definitely got to him, Every goddamn person & their mother knew he was fine as fuck and so did he, his confidence being boosted as-well as his ego was apart of his character & success. He just won a goddamn championship & as his way of celebrating this Friday night? Turning the fuck up.

You & Cody had been best-friends since his early wrestling days within WWE which was the time you became a playboy model, you two were practically made for each other, the both of you being near each other had people questioning their sexuality, You were hot as fuck, he was hot as fuck, and you both knew it, who wouldn’t embrace themselves if they were as hot as you two?

Cody’s house was filled with flashing lights, drunk guests & loud obnoxious music & You knew you were at the right place when your driver started pulling into a neighborhood that sounded like a fucking rave.

You stepped out of the car & immediately Cody stepped out of his house & made his way towards you “The most important guest of the night finally arrives” he wraps his arm around your waist and walked you in while you laughed into his shoulder “Shut-up Cody you’re just saying that!” You & Cody had a strange dynamic that people automatically thought you dated, You two would hold hands everywhere, cling to each other, hell paparazzi found you two getting lunch one time with his hand comfortably against your ass. You two were once labeled as the decades IT couple no matter how many times one of you addressed you were “just friends” which was complete and utter bullshit.

Cody lead you to the kitchen and gave you a cup filled to the brim with alcohol just for you “Here you go doll-face, slow sips ‘kay?” You giggled nodding before kissing his cheek, you took a large sip of your beverage with him and hummed hooking your arms around his shoulder “y’did so good tonight in the ring Cody, I’m so proud of you” he smirked “Yeah? I won just for you gorgeous.” You smiled as you felt his breath fan over your lips, The party was such an obnoxious scene, Everyone was either drunk or bumping into you two about to get drunk or make dumb life choices, for example, You two went into the backyard where someone practically thundercunted themselves off of his roof and into the pool

And somehow SURVIVED? Cody laughed and took a swig out of his beer bottle before turning to you yelling over the music “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but I think we should go off somewhere more quiet, a little more intimate?” You smirked at the Idea & nodded while he set down his drink & lead you off inside his house & to his room.

All of this brought you to the current situation you were in now, getting sat on-top of the dresser in his room while he dug into your neck leaving hickey after hickey and tugged on your hair a bit as he stood in-between your legs, he pulled away and grabbed you by the jaw & slammed his lips against yours & even slipping his tongue last your lips while unbuckling his pants & pulling, “Anyone ever fucking tell you this is better than the goddamn playboy magazines I see you on everyday?” He teased while pulling away to rip off your shirt & bra, you couldn’t blame him rushing the situation since you were practically wet & aching for him

You sighed out as he pinched your nipples & bit at your neck while letting out a cocky laugh “Of course that fuckin’ turns you on, almost everything I do turns you on huh?” You let out a whine in response before nodding your head, You already looks disheveled, hair all sloppy, eyes glazed over, mouth parted, your hands clutched over his shoulders as you dug claw marks into his back while he would fondle your breasts & grin at you “Such a good damn girl for me aren’t you sweetheart?” He slid off his pants & took your panties off before aligning his cock with your entrance and holding onto your face while thrusting himself inside of you & letting out a guttural groan.

“So fucking tight f’me princess” He whimpered into your ear while you shoved your nose into the crook of his neck moaning, He slammed his hand against the wall behind you as he fucked further into you & filled you up to the hilt with his dick alone, You threw your head back letting out a loud moan before looking at him in the eyes “g-gonna fucking cum Cody!” You whimper out while he slapped your clit “It’s just that fucking easy for you isn’t it? All it takes is my cock to be inside of your pretty little pussy for more then 4 minutes & you already wanna cum and make a mess?” He mocked you while he started to pick up the pace.

You squealed and scratched his shoulders throwing your head back moaning “h-Holy shit cody!!” You felt like he was forcing you to your climax given the fact you felt that little feeling in your tummy, your body writhed against him while he continued fucking himself into you & rubbing your clit at a ridiculous place before sticking his tongue in your mouth & kissing you before groaning against your lips & spilling his cum inside of you while you had just hit your climax.

He held you close before picking you up & lying him down on his bed while he went to go grab a wet warm wash cloth but you teased him while wrapping around his blankets “Such a gentleman mr Rhodes” he looked over shrugging and chuckled “Only for the best.” He came back over to you & kissed the top off your head before cleaning you up “I think it’s safe to say you’re mine now sweetheart.” You laughed and tilted your head “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?” He looked at you scoffing “I just fucked you on my dresser shouldn’t that be enough for you?”

You laughed with him as he climbed in the bed with you ignoring the loud music & music surrounding the house & wrapped you around his arms while you fell asleep.

By the time you woke up the next morning you were more than hungover, in-fact, you were positive you were hot by a sledge hammer, You sat up groaning pushing your hair out of your face & huffing while Cody walked in with breakfast “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey” he plopped a plate on your lap while you rubbed your eyes glaring at him “I feel like I got ran over by a semi-truck.” He hummed “Well aren’t you just a little ray of sunshine!” You held up your middle finger & took a sip of the coffee he handed you “fuck you” he shrugged and set your plate of food on the night stand “Geez again? Wow you must REALLY be feeling me huh?”

You groaned out in annoyance and got up out of bed putting your clothes from last night “You’re not very funny codes.” He grinned and handed you a hairbrush “I’m fucking hilarious what are you on about.” You walked off to the bathroom but felt a quick smack on your ass and looked back to Cody walking off with a laugh.

Thank fucking god you did this on a Friday night because you were a hot mess.

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xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[aerkame]

Hello!

First of all i wish you lots and lots of hapiness and health. Congrats on getting your graduation..superduper proud!!!

Take all the time in the world you need for yourself. We'll all still be here after that!

Secondly i'm currently writing a ff for your welcome home finfolk au. And i do have a few questions about...Howdy.

(If you do not want to answer totally fine!!)

-you once said that Howdy has 'calmed down' from what he usually was in the past. Seeing the damage he did to Wally i'm gonna assume he's a real damn powerhouse. Since even Home doesn't seem able to completely heal Wally yet. Is he like second in rank from Wally when it comes to magic/physical power etc?

Also ....to give an idea what was Howdy like in the past? Actions personality wise.

Now he's probably nicer....well as nice as finfolk are.... . But would he still be able to get petty, cruel vain? Well more like fall back into old habits?

Whqt kind of things would he say/ do etc. In general?

Sorry for the questions! Again if you do not want to answer totally fine! Have a nice day either way!

Thank you for the kind words!

I don't really write for Welcome Home anymore. However, the finfolk AU was kind of a bit of a passion project for me since I had gotten into marine biology and folklore related to it so I'll happily answer!

You are correct in thinking Howdy is a bit of a power house, both physically and magically. He used to be equal in strength to Wally and most of the damage done is difficult to heal because Home isn't exactly in good shape right now and hasn't been for years. He just wants to keep everything on his own little island away from society. Let his little finfolk friends do as they please and be happy.

He would be far nicer than how he used to be in the past, but Howdy is a very petty finman and that bit of him might just come up again every now and then. For some past actions as an example, let's just say he really didn't like it when Wally tried telling him what to do when he finally found someone he liked. Didn't help that he was already growing annoyed with Wally's arrogant behavior and flaunting his shiny scales and fins all the time in front of his lover.

As for the present? He's more mellow and quiet. Sometimes there might be a flair of annoyance, but overall he's very controlled now in his actions. Very deliberate. He's also quite smart. Not talkative though. He's learned not to always jump to action, but to simply wait and lay out plans to get what he wants. (In case you couldn't tell, he has done a lot of learning in his life)

[breed-the-stars]

Hot writing tip to make your erotica so much better!

Your writing is going great. Things are steamy and hot. The story is reaching it's literal climax-

Hold up.

Pause.

You have a character who's about to orgasm? Then consider the following;

There are many different ways to experience an orgasm, and not just in the way the orgasm is achieved.

Let's say you have Jean, who's having sex with Terry. Terry is a very energetic lover, and is hitting all of Jean's pleasure points very quickly one after the other. Jean experiences a very sudden orgasm that seizes their muscles entirely.

Once again you have Jean, but this time Jean is having sex with Drew. Drew takes their time, but Jean is enjoying themselves just as much as with Terry. When Jean does orgasm, it's one that's a slow build and a wonderful release.

How would you describe the physical effects of both of these orgasms? What muscles are moving, what body parts are reacting, how prominent is the sound of one's heartbeat? And so on.

(If you noticed that the names are gender neutral, it's because that yes both vaginas and penises can experience different types of orgasms. It's not exclusive to either.)

(And obviously if your character has something other than human genitalia *gestures to the monster fuckers* then that's your cue to really get into the nit and gritty!)

The word itself "orgasm" (and the other words that mean it) is a double edged sword. Your reader might look at it and think "Oh so it's [reader's idea of a standard orgasm]" and might not be able to imagine something that deviates from that idea, even if you then go on to describe the specifics. You have to be smart about when you use the word, and why.

You just spent [insert number here] words describing all that juicy buildup, don't shoot yourself in the foot by skimping out on your climax.

Need some spicy examples? Sure thing!

With an aching breath Trevor felt it, the unmistakable lurch as his body fought against the high. Just a little longer. He just had to hold on a little longer-

He screamed, nails hooking at flesh as he trembled, unable to stop as pulse after euphoric pulse echoed throughout his body. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop himself.

Here's an example without the word ever being used. If an orgasm implies even an ounce of pleasure, then it counteracts the main focus in this scene, so it's completely avoided for this one instance.

"More- please I need-!"

Zoey gasped as her body started singing, her heart rushing every drop of blood throughout her body, warming every fiber inside her the same way her dearest had done. Zoey barely registered her legs had found their new home, locked tightly around her lover's waist. She was too enthralled by how right it felt, offering her own body as a home for her love.

They chuckled, smiling at how doped up Zoey looked right about now, "I'm guessing you came?"

She blissfully nodded.

Here it's used for comedic effect, to under exaggerate what Zoey experienced. Whatever preconceived idea you might have about coming, it's probably not quite like what Zoey just felt.

Now that you've gotten that first climax described, you've given your reader something to think back on if you decide to have multiple orgasms in a single session.

From here you can use the term when appropriate, just remember the classic "show don't tell" rule. If something specific is happening during these other orgasms, let your ready in on those juicy details!

Ken came for the last time that night, feeling his balls struggling to release their final spurts.

But maybe you have a story where the first time someone orgasms isn't that important, like it's a blink and you miss it blowjob or something. The real climax is only much later, and it'll be one to pay attention to.

Then that's when the word is to your benefit!

As Monica psyched herself up for the day, she stepped past the shower curtain and thought about that lovely woman from last week. With her deft fingers it didn't take long to feel an orgasm wash through her, the shower cleaning away any evidence.

Much later, Monica thanked whatever gods had cared to listen. No longer was the woman from her thoughts trapped in her mind. She was here, pressed against Monica, cooing pleasantly. Unlike this morning, Monica wanted this to last. She could feel herself wanting to just cross that razor's edge, let herself go.

And she would.

Soon.

Very soon.

And by God she did.

Hopefully this helps you out, or that you enjoyed reading through the example snippets.

[curio-queries]

I’m loving your production breakdown posts, they are so interesting and insightful.

I think you mentioned it maybe in the first ep breakdown but it was about expenses. I just thought it was interesting in ep4 when JK mentioned at the chicken place, paying in cash, and he solely has this conversation with Tae, not Jimin. Would there be an arrangement do you think? Or was that scene cut and he’d have asked Jimin too? I’ve noticed in comparison to Bv where they were usually only allowed a certain amount of money between them, with one usually being in control, or a sum for a task, in AYS, Jimin and JK have been whipping out their cards, be it their own or a company card, in Big Dicks store, in Walmart etc.

I just found it interesting

Hi anon,

The finance bits are interesting in the most boring corporate sense if that makes any sense. 😅 Trust me on this. Let's dive in:

In my opinion, it really boils down to two concerns: taxes and sponsorships. Taxes to insure the company receives every possible benefit for every dollar they spend. Sponsorships because some brands can have fussy rules about how individuals interact with their product and especially any competitor's products while they have an active agreement.

Obviously I have no actual insight onto how the finances and budget were managed for any of these specific shows and I know absolutely nothing of the intricacies of taxes in South Korea but in the US, there are many regulations when it comes to how companies can claim expenditures for tax breaks.

Every company that has had me travel for work has gone to a lot of trouble to insure that I was aware of exactly all of the requirements on my part regarding expenditures. I'm 100% sure all of the BTS members are aware of their requirements as well so I don't particularly think there's any motive other than as a cute convo for the moment between JK and V. Imo, the only reason it made it to the final cut was JKs endearing tone in his response.

Let's go through some examples though:

Receipts: in both AYS and Bon Voyage, we see the members be very specific in getting Receipts. JM and JK talk about it as they're leaving Walmart. In BV, it's all of the shenanigans with the money pouch they acquired in Malta and continued using in New Zealand. This is usually documentation required for any operation that's going to be claimed as a business expense for tax purposes.

Personal Spending: off the top of my head I can think of several clear instances where we know that the members are using their own money for purchases we see them make on the shows. In Run BTS ep.70 in Toronto, JK pays for the member's clothing purchases himself. In BV4, JM pays for the member's clothing himself a couple of times (remember the drama of his lost wallet? 😅)

Budget as Content: BV 1 & 2 mostly only include finances as part of the game-ification of the show. The members had to earn money as an allowance for the activities and determine the best ways to spend it. (I do vaguely remember some members wanting to negotiate for more when buying souvenirs? Was that just in the extra scenes? It's been so long, I've been holding off on rewatching until I'm done with my Run series).

Thankfully, the success of BTS has basically nixed the budget games. I think the last time we saw something like this were the Run episodes of a hotel staycation? But the prices were ficticious and not necessarily about real-world spending but rather determining the secret number to not exceed. (If I'm misremembering and there are more recent examples, please share!) Imo, it would just be too tone-deaf to continue portraying the members in that context. I know we all joke about them being broke millionaires, but there's a reason why celebrity game shows always make it clear that the money involved is for charity.

Anyway, back to AYS, the interesting bit to me is wondering about the inclusion of Taehyung from a budget standpoint. How was that reconciled? None of us can possibly know the answer, but it's interesting to think about. Some costs wouldn't have changed at all with one extra participant, like the house rental, or booking the climbing gym or yacht tour. But there were a few extra concessions, getting the extra mattress likely was more a logistics headache on short notice rather than an impact to the budget. And most Korean meals are served family-style so there honestly isn't a huge difference cost-wise. Except maybe the omakase. That I can imagine was noticeably more expensive with an added individual.

But really, the most expensive item per person would likely have been travel. Did someone say Tae was already in Jeju prior to filming? If he wasn't, did the show cover his flights like they would have JK, JM, and the crew? Or is the budget on these shows big enough that it was just another drop in a bucket? Also, the intent likely was for JK to zip around on the motorbike and JM to be on the scooter. I'm curious if they weren't logistically able to get another such vehicle with the short notice or if the budget/sponsorship constraint didn't allow for a third one the day. Or it could be that the scooter exists because of the 3 member count and production thought one of them could be JKs backpack. That bike has the space for it. But perhaps the difficulty to get coverage and/or converse wasn't appealing. Or maybe there just wasn't a third radio-enabled helmet prepared?

I know the various shippers are using this in their arguments. I'd like to firmly state that I am not building a case for either side here. Go do that on your own and leave me out of it. Lol.

There are so many questions and it's interesting to theorize how the finances could have impacted the development of the show. Maybe we'll get some more insight with the remaining episodes and bonus footage but I doubt it. Finances don't usually make for engaging content.

Thanks again for the ask! It's one of the points I want to discuss when I start doing my BV and ITS posts but who knows when that will be!