#I've never been more horrified and baffled????

[starrbirrd]

it never occurred to me that people saw cassian taunting nesta about falling down the stairs as romantic what the fuck is wrong w/y'all 😭

[moghedien]

honestly I'm just constantly obsessing over the Lae'zel romance scenes, but like I think I've finally decided which version of the duel (you winning or her) I prefer from just like a character standpoint.

because in the moment I went back and forth with both versions because I wasn't sure, but then ended up staying with the version where I win, and I think that's my preference now because it just feels like a subtler but more intense mind fuck to Lae'zel if you take everything that happened up into this point into account.

and do not get my wrong, i think the version where she wins is absolutely a mind fuck to her for many reasons, and I do love it. like her realizing that you aren't weak and she's like horrified at having hurt you and that very concept confusing her? amazing. we love her for it.

but if you win the duel, I feel like that forces her to recontextualize soo much more if you played the romance how I did at least. because basically any time she told me to submit, i did. I never tried to be the dominant one. I never even really teased her for being soft in certain circumstances or got snarky with her or got upset when she'd be like possessive and demeaning.

and I imagine that the githyanki sex rituals dictate that like the weaker one is submissive one and so obviously Lae'zel was the stronger one your relationship and if you did nothing to dissuade her of that fact then you obviously agree. there's no love or preference in it. There's just like desire and physical need and ability that decides who's doing what.

and I feel like this is backed up by the conversation when you can turn the one night stand into a two night stand, where she's like "you look weak and pathetic when you look at me. you look terrified." And also the fact that you can request that she stay and cuddle you afterward in that scene and she's like, baffled and upset by that suggestion. She calls it pointless grappling and a waste of muscles. like sex is combative to her. If you're not fighting for dominance or directly getting off in that moment, then what's the point? and if you embarrass her by suggesting she's never cuddled before, then she tries to get back at you by pointing out that she killed some kind of creature and you haven't. like do not get it twisted. dominance in sex is like expressly tied to actual strength and weakness outside of sex to her.

So if you win the duel? If you've been unquestioningly letting her dominant you in every sexual encounter and then only to turn around and fucking annihilate her in battle the first time you're actually going head to head, 1v1?

Imagine how much that must fuck with her perceptions what your relationship has been up until this point.

Because now its not even just her realizing that she has feelings for you that she doesn't know how to deal with. Oh no. She's realizing that every single time she's told you to submit and you did, its not because you couldn't dominate her. Its not because you were afraid of her or thought you were weaker than her. Its not because you couldn't flip things around on her. its not just that you were so lustful toward her that you submitted just to be able to have sex. It's because you specifically wanted to be the submissive one and you wanted her to do what she wanted with you.

You coulda kicked her ass at any time. And you never even tried. You never even hinted at it.

and god, the cuddling? You didn't want that just to distract or as some trick to exhaust her? You just wanted to cuddle? you wanted to be soft and hold each other just for the sake of it?

and the fact that its only after the duel that she asks you to be gentler with each other now and she says its the most terrifying thing she's ever done just kinda hammers that home for me. Because she realized it isn’t weakness that makes her (and you) want those things. It’s still scary to ask for though…

Like I'm just saying, if you've just unquestionably submitted to her and then you kick her ass, then she's not just grappling with the fact that she's having feelings. She's grappling with the fact that you've been having feelings this entire time and were much more aware of it than her, and that didn’t make you weak, so maybe it doesn’t make her weak either?

[al1fers-haven]

"OH DEER"

Alastor x Vox's wife!reader

Part 1 - Part 1.5 (You're here!)

You had been at the hotel for a couple weeks now, completely ignoring the news and any form of technology that Vox could find you on, even trying to steer clear from going outside, to begin with after a couple of times trying.

You had bonded a lot with the fellow members of the Hazbin hotel, you and Angel had bonded the most it seemed. Both having worked with the Vees and had romantic and sexual relations with them, it brought you together. Especially when it came to the harder nights the porn star seemed to have because of Valentino. "So...what's your deal?" Husk looked towards you as you looked down at the margarita he had made for you about 12 minutes ago. Attempting to figure out what exactly was going on and why you were here to begin with.

"What? Oh- nothin' much. Trying to wrap my head around this whole.." You waved your hand around in the air. "Redemption thing?" Husk nodded, grabbing his own bottle of whiskey and sighing. "What? You really believe in it?" You shook your head no, giggling a little bit. "No, I've met heaven. They won't let any soul go through anytime soon unless it is someone really important. You would think if souls could be redeemed I wouldn't be here, right?" Husk sensed the slight tension at the mention of heaven. A small smile on your face. "I uh...yeahh..." He let out a small noise and opened his bottle. "Well, why are you here? Alastor got you on a leash?" You sat up at that. Suddenly getting a lot livelier at the mention of the radio demon. "Oh! No, he would never! Uhm...i ran into him on the street, we had a nice talk. He's helping me hide from my ex-husband." Husk deadpanned, pointing his bottle at you. "What?" You lifted your glass up and chuckled a bit behind it, rolling your eyes. "I seem to get that answer a lot...I ran into him after me and my husband had gotten into a huge fight. Luckily enough he is one of the many people Vox can't touch! So here I am..!" You laughed nervously. Watching as Husk got more and more confused. "You were married to Vox? as in the overlord Vox?" You deadpanned, running a hand through your hair as your smile dropped. "Well he wasn't 'Vox, head of Voxtech' when I married him! We go way back to the living world." He slowly nodded. "Is he uh....treatin you well then?" Husk took a sip of his whiskey, leaning against the table. "Oh! He's been a complete sweetie to me! Making me snacks, even getting me some new clothes from Cannibal Town!" Your cheeks grew more and more colorful as you spoke about the overlord. Take a flustered sip from your drink. "You don't-" You took a loud sip from the drink. Your face continued to get red as he stared at you. "You do!?" "Listen, its just a small thing! It ain't going anywhere...Just...having a couple dinners with the fella.." Husk rubbed his face. A shameful look on your face. "What! He's the only guy who's actually treated me like a girl and not something to wife up! Can't blame a girl can ya?" Husk nodded. "Yes, yes I can blame you." "Really? Is it that bad for me to have a small thing for Mr. Strawberryhead?" Husk sighed, rolling his eyes with a mumble. "Well, it's not horrible? I mean, just fair warning he is a horrible person." You waved your hand, putting down your drink. "Eh, I've married worse. Believe me, vox was nothing more than an obsessive drunk who can't handle being told no. As long as he doesn't force me into anything I hate, then we are good! Or hit me." Husk stared at you baffled, a horrified expression on his face. "What? Is that bad!?" Husk nodded quickly. Grabbing your drink and refilling it. "Yes! That's- That is below the bare minimum Y/n! Cmon girl, you need to think about standards- Cmon, your standards are to not date a rapist or an abuser! That's- oh god angel has better standards." You slumped a bit. "Y/n, dear! I made some fruit salad, would you like some?" Alastors voice boomed throughout the bar room, making you perk up and look towards the fellow. "Coming Alastor!" You stood up, grabbing the margarita with a smile as you looked at Husk. "Uh..." He looked towards Alastor with a growl. "Thank you...Husk. I'll think more about what I want, how about that?" The cat demon nodded slowly, turning around and cleaning out a cup or two.

[ladyloveandjustice]

The Black Dress

Another Marcille x Falin fic, but this one is the longest by far. It's post-series and references post-series material that hasn't been officially translated (the Falin and Shuro thing, if you know you know). With this, I've finished all my fic ideas for now! It was fun!

The tears wouldn’t stop coming.

Marcille shoved her books aside so she wouldn’t ruin them with tear stains. She hunched over her desk, head in her hands.

She had to pull it together. Falin was going to leave any minute. She had to be supportive. The last thing she wanted was do was hold Falin back. No matter how much it hurt, she had to let her go.

She wiped her nose noisily and took some deep breaths. It’s okay, she said she’d come back. Collect yourself. You can do this.

There was a loud knock on her bedroom door. “Marcille?” Falin called.

No! I’m not ready! But before Marcille could get the worlds out, Falin had opened the door.

Marcille bent her head, wiping at her eyes desperately, not even caring that she was staining her sleeves. “I-I just need a few minutes, I want to see you off with a smile—”

“It’s fine if you’re crying. I don’t want you to hide,” Falin said gently, closing the door behind her.

Marcille nodded, hiccuping, her eyes burning.

 Falin patted Marcille’s shoulder, then sat on her bed, looking at her quizzically. “You’ve never cared about crying in front of me before. What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to hold you back…”

Anything I like is influenced by my brother and Marcille…” The words echoed painfully in her head.

“Falin, I’m sorry that I’ve…I’ve suffocated you. I know I’ve been so controlling. I never wanted to chain you down and I really support you going on your journey, so--!”

“What are you…?” Falin’s eyes widened. “Oh, you were eavesdropping on me and Shuro”.

“Everyone else was too!” Marcille said hastily but Falin just shook her head.

“Marcille, you don’t suffocate me. It’s just that when I admire someone, I let myself get wrapped up. I always just wanted to make the people I love happy…but that I never really took any time to figure out who I was and what I want. It’s not about you and Laios, it’s about me.”

Marcille gave her a watery smile. “You deserve it. You sacrifice so much for other people and I’m so glad you’re doing something for yourself for once. You don’t need to make me happy. You do that just by being you.”

Falin’s lips spread into a sweet smile that made Marcille want to melt.

But she couldn’t get sidetracked. She needed to say the next part.

“But I do know I’ve been overbearing, Falin. I always thought I knew best. And I--”

“Treated me like a child?”

Marcille flushed. Suddenly she couldn’t look Falin in the eye. She swiveled around in her chair so she didn’t have to face her. “I…I never thought of you as a child, Falin. Not really. I realize that now. I was just scared. I didn’t want to accept that you were going to die before me, that you were changing so fast, And most of all, I was scared of my feelings, and how they’d changed. I knew if I followed those feelings…it would hurt so much more when I lost you.”

Oh no, she was revealing way too much. She couldn't tell Falin how she felt when she was about to leave! She pressed her lips together to keep more traitorous words from escaping.

“Marcille…”

Marcille squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t tell from Falin’s voice how she felt. Was she disgusted? Horrified? Baffled? She braced herself, balling up her dress in her hands.

Then, out of nowhere, hot breath tickled her cheek.

“I know all that,” Falin whispered in her ear.

Marcille yelped, red as a tomato. She jerked away, exclaiming “Falin!”

Falin giggled. She was laughing a lot these days. She was so much more open and free lately. But what she was saying didn’t make sense.

“What do you mean, you knew?”

“Sometimes people are a mystery, but you’ve always been easy to figure out, Marcille. For me, anyway. But I didn’t want to pressure you about it. I didn’t want to make you to push me away.”

Marcille’s heart pounded in her ears. Was Falin saying what she thought she was saying? No, she couldn’t get her hopes up. Falin probably misunderstood what she meant by “feelings”

"But you seem less afraid of all that now. It was thanks to my brother and the others, right?”

“Yes,” Marcille muttered. “I can’t believe it turns out Laios is more emotionally mature than I am.”

“I could have told you that,” Falin said with a mischievous smile.

“Rub it in, why don’t you!”

“But I’m glad,” Falin said, her smile turning soft. “I’m glad my brother was braver than me. I always wanted to help you somehow, but I didn’t know how.”

“I don’t know if I would have listened to you if you’d tried,” Marcille sighed. “But now I’m trying to…accept what I can’t control. I’m working on being less possessive of you.”

“I noticed.” Falin said, the mischief back in her eyes. “I was shocked that you didn’t try to stop Shuro from confessing to me.”

“I bet 100 gold you’d turn him down,” Marcille said automatically, and then clapped her hand over her mouth.

“Now that’s the Marcille I know,” Falin laughed again. It was such a beautiful sound, like a bell chiming. Warmth bloomed inside Marcille. She looked down at her lap bashfully, letting her hair fall over her eyes.

But then she heard the laughter stop. When she looked up, Falin was studying her, looking gloomy.

  “What’s wrong?”

“Your hair,” Falin muttered.

What about it?” Marcille glanced at her mirror. It was pretty messy. She’d been so out of sorts she hadn’t been able to force herself to brush it much. She shrugged. “Since when you care so much about hair?” In school, Falin had let her hair get unkempt all the time, despite Marcille and the school’s lectures about how important it was for magic.

“You cared about it though. It was something you loved and it was a part of you.” Falin’s mouth tightened. Every part of you is important to me.”

“Falin…”

Falin grabbed the hairbrush from Marcille’s bedside table and patted the bed. “Come sit here.”

Marcille did, and Falin sat behind her and began to brush. She was gentle, going section by section, carefully working through each knot, never yanking. It was a world of difference from the way Falin dragged a brush through her own hair. When her whisper soft fingers brushed Marcille’s neck, Marcille’s whole body tingled.

“This reminds me of when I used to brush and play around with your hair. You always barely tolerated it, but I appreciated that you let…”

  She trailed off as Falin ran her fingers through her hair, checking that there were no knots. She hoped the back of her neck wasn’t red right now, but she knew it probably was.

She glanced back at Falin, and saw she was fishing some hair ties out of her pocket. “Face forward, please. I’m going to braid.”

“Since when do you know how to do that?” The one time Falin had braided her hair in school, it had been an absolute disaster.”

“Chilchuck taught me first. But then Kiki and Namari told me those were little kid braids. So I had Kiki teach me.” She began braiding. Marcille resisted the urge to squirm in happiness.

“That’s a lot of effort…why?”

“Because someone needs to help you. Hair is important to magic, like you said. I also taught Laios, he’ll do it while I’m gone.”

“He’s too busy for that!”

“He’ll do it while I’m gone,” Falin repeated calmly. “And if he has a meeting, one of the castle caretakers has agreed to help.”

“It’s just hair—"

“I don’t care,” Falin cut in. It was rare to hear anger in her voice, and it coming on so suddenly startled Marcille. “I hate that this was taken from you”.

They sat for a moment in silence, Marcille overwhelmed by all Falin had done for her. Falin continued braiding, crossing the strands of hair slowly and meticulously. Then…

“I wish I could have been there,” Falin muttered. “I wish I could have helped you.”

Marcille bit her lip. “There was nothing you could have done. I made my choice, and these are the consequences”.

“If I’d been there, I could have stopped you.”

Falin could be so stubborn when she wanted to be. Marcille sighed.

“Laios, Senshi and Chilchuck did stop me, though. And the reason you weren’t there was my fault. I turned you into a chimera!

“Didn’t you promise you’d stop beating yourself up about that? It was a decision you and my brother made together, right? And you saved my life.”

Marcille wanted to shake her head, but resisted. It still baffled her how easily Falin had forgiven her. Not just forgiven her—it was like what Marcille had done barely bothered her.

Falin tightened the ribbon around her hair. “There, that looks okay, right?” ‘

Marcille glanced at her bedroom. “It’s perfect.” She couldn’t really tell how good the braid was anymore, but if Falin had done it, it was perfect to her.

She didn’t want to get up again. Falin was so close to her, she could feel her body heat. So maybe they could keep arguing a little longer. “I wasn’t beating myself up, I was just stating a fact. And if that’s how it is, you need to stop regretting not being there! Neither of us can change the past.

Falin was silent for a few seconds. Then, she said, “You’re right.”

Ugh. She’d wanted Falin to fight her on that. Now there was no stalling. Falin was probably going to tell Marcille she had to get going any minute.

Instead, Falin did something unexpected. She leaned forward and embraced Marcille from behind. Her body pressed against her back. Marcille was sure she was going to die from ectasy They’d hugged so many times before this, but somehow this seemed different.

“There are some regrets I think I’ll have a hard time getting over, though,” Falin whispered. “Like not getting to see you in that black dress.”

Marcille squawked. “Who told you about that? I bet it was someone making fun of me again!”

“A little, probably,” Falin said, resting her chin on Marcille’s shoulder. ���But I’m serious. I know I would have really liked seeing you in that dress. For a lot of reasons.”

“Are you…you’re not…” Marcille sputted. “What reasons?”

Falin couldn’t be saying what Marcille hoped she was saying. It would be too good to be true. But…

“Oh, I wasn’t making it clear? Sorry!” Out of the corner of her eye, Marcille could see that Falin’s entire face turning as rosy as her cheeks. “I’ll be clear. Marcille, I love you.” Falin paused for a beat. “Romantically, I mean. And I want to see you in the dress because I think you’re cute. Is…that clear? Or did I misunderstand your feelings?” A note of panic entered her voice. She loosened her arms around Marcille and pulled away

"You…you didn’t misunderstand,” Marcille said in a high-pitched squeak.

“Good!” Falin exhaled, limp with relief. “I thought I really messed up for a second there.”

Marcille’s hands were shaking, but she scooted around and clasped Falin’s hands. They met each other’s gaze and she felt like the sun was shining through Falin’s eyes, so brilliantly it hurt to look at, but at the same time couldn’t look away.

“It’s like a dream,” Marcille murmured. “This was the last thing I expected you to say today.”

“I know it’s strange timing. I just didn’t feel like I could leave before letting you know.” Falin bit her lip. “Though I guess that’s a little unfair. Maybe I should have waited until I got back.”

“No, no, no, you shouldn’t have waited, I’ve done enough waiting, I—” She couldn’t be still, the mixture of elation and shock and love was bursting out of her. She stood up, accidentally tugging on Falin’s hand and making her lurch forward. But Falin didn’t seem to mind. She leapt up too with a big smile on her face.

“But …are you sure about me?” Marcille babbled. “You might meet someone better than me while traveling. And you know, being on your own, you might realize you don’t need me, that I’ve stifled you, and seeing the world will change you and change your mind…”

Shut up! Shut up! She screamed at herself. But she couldn’t help it, her fears were pouring out her mouth in a torrent.

“Marcille,” Falin said, somehow both sweet and stern. Marcille snapped her mouth shut immediately. “I’m not going to find anyone better. That’s not possible. Yes, I’m changing a lot. I would have been so afraid to do anything like this before. I bet I’ll have all kind of experiences, see all sorts of things… but loving you, wanting to come back to you…that’s a part of me that will never change.”

Marcille threw herself in Falin’s arms. She hugged her fiercely, letting Falin’s warmth, her scent, her everything envelope her. Soft feathers tickled her face as she nuzzled into Falin’s chest.

“Do they bother you?” Falin nodded toward her feathers.

“No, they feel nice. I like them.” It felt weird to say that, when she was the one who’d forced them on her. “Do you still like them?”

“Of course! They’re so cool!” Falin’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I’m so strong and fast now too! It almost feels like a tiny dragon’s keeping me company. I’ll never be lonely.”

“Only you would look at it that way,” Marcille chuckled. She was so full of love for this ridiculous woman. “But I’m glad you won’t feel lonely.”

She would be lonely, though.. She’d actually considered getting over her disgust for fairies and making one for Falin to bring, that way she could check in with Marcille.

But that would be overbearing. She needed to let Falin have time to herself. She was the calm, laid back Marcille now, after all.

“I asked Shuro to leave his bells with me, would you want to take the other one with you, just in case something happens, not that you have to, but we both thought it might be safer!” She said in a rush.

So much for laid back Marcille.

  “I’m not sure how well that would work,” Falin mused. “It’s not like you could just teleport there to help me, and honestly, I think I might lose it. But I appreciate that you and Shuro care.”

“I…I get it.”

Falin hugged her tighter. “I’ll be fine. I’ve got the dragon with me, remember? And I’ll write to you all the time, I promise.

“You better,” Marcille muttered into her feathers.

They stood there in silence for a minute, Marcille wishing they could just stay like this forever. She was a little jealous of the dragon right now. Maybe she’d even be willing to become a monster, if it meant she and Falin could be a part of each other

Falin’s touch suddenly turned timid. Her eyes flicked nervously to the side.

“There’s…” Falin’s voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “There’s… one more thing I want to do before I leave.”

Marcille cupped her hands around Falin’s cheeks. “Me too.”

Falin offered a shy smile and Marcille returned it.

And then, finally, they kissed.

It was clumsy, full of all the awkwardness of a first kiss, but it was also perfect. Years of yearning and heartache lifted as she drank Falin in. She was light as air now.

When they pulled apart, they both started laughing euphorically. Falin picked Marcille off the ground and spun her around while Marcille shrieked in joy.

Falin put her down, grinning. “I could kiss you forever.”

“Well, then, you better make sure to come back,” Marcille said, tucking a lock of Falin’s hair behind her ear.

“I will.” Falin raised Marcille’s hand and gently kissed her knuckles. Then she led her out of the bedroom by the hand.

"Laios hasn’t been waiting for us this whole time, has he?” Marcille asked.

“No, I told him I was planning to stay for lunch. I’m hungry, aren’t you?”

“Famished.”

When she saw Falin coming up the path, Marcille ran out the door and hurled herself into her arms. Falin was a little different now, her smile more easy, the muscles in her arm more developed, her fangs a little more pronounced…but she was still Falin. That hadn’t changed.

They kissed deeply. Falin dipped Marcille slightly as she did, and Marcille held her tightly.

“How was your trip?” Marcille asked breathlessly when they broke away.

“It was wonderful. I saw so many incredible things,” Falin said, setting Marcille back on her feet. “Including…” She reached into one of her bags and produced a black dress. It wasn’t exactly like the one Marcille had worn back then, but it was shockingly similar. The corset stitching, the puffy long sleeves, all of it was there

“Now I’ll finally get see you in this,” Falin said cheerfully. “Do you like it?

Marcille went beet red, steam practically coming out her ears. “You little…!” She swatted Falin lightly on the arm, “I cannot believe you …Oh, it is pretty cute though…No, I’m still mad! How did you even know what it looked like?”

Falin took Marcille’s hand. “I got a lot of help.”

“I will kill Laios,” she said as they walked toward the castle. There he was, waving at them from the door, no idea about his impending death. “Will you be staying here a while?”

“Of course I will. I missed you.” Falin said. “But I’m not finished traveling. Maybe you can come with me once in a while.

“I don’t know if I can leave my position for long. Laios needs my—”

“He can handle himself for a couple weeks,” Falin said, waving back at her brother. “He’s very capable.”

“The elves might still be watching…”

“We’ll say it’s a research expedition.”

“You’re not giving up on this, are you?”

“No. Falin pulled her close. “Now let’s go home.”

They walked arm in arm, ready for the future that was waiting.

---

And that's that! The previous Farcille fics I did didn't have the "real" Falin as a character, so it was nice to finally write her. She's a tricky one (her highest stat is mystery after all). She seems a lot more confident and willing to show her true feelings post-resurrection, so I leaned into that. Hopefully I did okay! And I was covering a LOT of ground in this one, so hopefully it all flowed all right.

[starlightshore]

hello! i've been enjoying "winning hats" quite the amount! love me a loop wins au. i have a question: why does loop act like they've never had a human body before? XD they DID get turned into some kind of star entity, but only for a few months... i'm not so baffled or anything, i can think of a zillion reasons for all the reactions (like 1; this technically isn't their body, so they're somewhat unfamiliar with THIS form, specifically. (it's not their spit, it's someone's else's spit, ew there's someone else's spit in their mouth ew) 2; the guilt and knowledge of having STOLEN the body changes their view on it a bit, lots of disgust and shame because. this is someone else's CORPSE. the corpse of someone they cared about, even. and 3; those few months may have just REALLY thrown them off. like when you're away from your house for a while and then you come back and are bothered by things that didn't used to bother you) but i was wondering if you had any thoughts you wanted to share, or if there's something i'm missing! :P

No, you've hit the nail on the head for the majority of it!

My headcanon was that even though it was only, hm, roughly 3-4 months (over 100 of Stardust's loops) that's still like, a quarter of a year?? that's A LONG time to be a non-organic being. They didn't have a mouth, they couldn't eat nor drink and their sleep was less so "sleep" and more astral projecting. No dreams, no lungs, no internal anatomy, or anything to cling onto.

Their body wasn't bone and flesh, it was a void of space and stars. They didn't have nerves or a heart, everything must have felt so distant and numbing. How horrifying it must be to become something so other, so unrecognizable. Nobody would recognize you, you don't even recognize you.

And this is all happening after what seems like potentially years of being in a death-based time loop. I don't know if that's a literal amount of years because I don't really trust Loop to have counted accurately. They didn't have their own Loop to bounce back off and they were,,, doing far worse than Stardust.

At this point, regardless of the actual amount of loops, it felt like years.

I imagine they went without eating/drinking/sleeping completely by the end of it. They dissociated and treated their body like it was disposable. Their reaction to the knife makes me think Loop realized after the fact how damaging their mental state was, which was a huge factor in their "special kind of giving up."

From Loop's perspective... they haven't been human in a long, long time.

So even for me, it's going to be annoying to have Loop have to remember that the loops are over every time they get up, but I think it's important to show just how fucked their mind is when it comes to this. They know what they were like before the loops -they saw Stardust's descent into the loops so it's all fairly recent. But, haha, I think that'd even be more jarring? To see yourself outside of who you are, to really hammer home how much that isn't you anymore.

TLDR; So it's a combo of 3/4 months of being a cryptid and year(s) of dissociation and general Being Fucked Up that's created this unique cocktail of "wtf I have a body that's bizarre!"

Hope that helps explain things a bit deeper, thank you so much for reading and engaging with it!

[aristaspark]

Idk if someone has asked you this yet but whatever. You’re probably the biggest Kenlynn shipper I’ve met, so I wanted to ask what your opinions on other ships are? Like Darilynn or Benji? What if one or both becomes canon in season 3?

Omg you've mentionned the two ships I can't stand 😂😂

I've kind of already explained my stance on Dinostar/Darilynn: I was open to the idea of them happening after season 1 aired, but season 2 made me really dislike them, but I think that was intentional on the writers' part. Darius confession was as horrifying to watch as a car crash for both Brooklynn and the audience, and to me it's obvious Brooklynn only ever loved Darius as a best friend. And I think even Darius at the end of the first season realized that his "feelings" for Brooklynn weren't what he thought they were. To me, he simply liked having someone with him so much that he confused that with love, but really he was simply lonely. Also think it would be fifty shades of messed up considering that he's Kenji's adopted brother and witnessed every step of their relationship unfold, like, to me they're brothers (even Kenji reaffirmed that fact) and it will never not be weird to date your brother's ex, especially when your relationship with her was as impactful and lasting as Kenji's relationship with Brooklynn. The only way I can be okay with them becoming canon is if the writers actually commit to it and don't get cold feet. Meaning Kenji better say f*ck you two, it was nice being friends while it lasted but don't ever speak to me again 🤷‍♀️, because there's no way either of their relationships would survive this, and how Kenji feels about Brooklynn doesn't change that. (Also worth mentionning that them managing to make a relationship work with all the guilt Darius carries and his link to Brooklynn's biggest trauma is extremely unrealistic on it's own).

Benji (I'm going to be brutally honest, sorry 😅): Oh boy, oh boy, don't get me started on what is, to me, the biggest mistery of shipping to have ever seen the light of day 😭. I truly don't get why so many people ship them and I never will. One of the storyboarders recently came out and more or less confirmed that the crew was as baffled as I was that the fandom shipped them and I felt so relieved because it was truly baffling to me to see so many people claim that they were set up. To me it was clear that the thought of Benji had never even crossed the writer's minds. I made a post a long time ago, it was at the time of season 4, or 5, on why I *hated* that ship and unfortunately still do, especially with how the fandom reacted to Kenlynn. But since it's been a long time, I can summarize it here, but I'll still post the link because it was much more detailed and my opinion hasn't changed. The fandom went as far as to harrass the creators of the show, invoking a moral issue with the age gap btw Kenji and Brooklynn while most of them shipped Kenji and Ben, which just proves to me that they literally didn't care and only looked for any reason to hate on a ship they disliked. Because while we were given the ages of the campers (not even their birthdays, meaning that we don't know the exact age gaps btw the characters, so for example Ben could be a month older than Brook for all we know), not knowing that info and looking at the first seasons of the show, everyone would guess that Ben is the youngest. He behaves like a kid, especially in the first season, and it's clear that that was what the writers had in mind when they wrote him. He had his mom give Dave and Roxy a list of things that made him unconfortable, he was scared of everything, he drew with colored crayons right as Kenji called it an activity made for children (the way he drew himself tells you everything you need to know about how he perceives himself, aka a little boy), he's the most emotionally immature, and I could go on. His entire story arc was about growing up. And the worst part is that, to me, his immaturity is the most apparent when he's with Kenji. The way he clings onto Kenji everytime he's scared like a kid would cling to one of his parents will never be romantic to me and I find it horrifying when people edit it in a romantic light. Even worse, Kenji is the ONLY camper to make fun of Ben for behaving like a kid, and he does it countless times, almost coming off as a bully at times. The fact is that Kenji viewed Ben as a kid, which made them (as a ship) truly disgusting to me, like, I could never get past it, even with the time jump, sorry if this is harsh 😭. Just imagining Kenji being attracted to Ben in season 1, which is the season where the fandom decided to make them a thing with the infamous gyrosphere pairs, will never not give me the creeps. About them being canon, there's no chance of that happening so I don't really have thoughts on that. There was nothing btw them back in jwcc (as the crew confirmed) and there's still nothing in jwct. They're friends, and I think that's a beautiful thing.

(the link of my initial post 😅)

I'm going to speak about the ships I do like because here I just sound like the biggest hater 😂

Yasammy: While I wasn't the biggest fan of how Sammy didn't respect Yasmina's bondaries, especially in season 1 (my personnality is very similar to Yasmina's and I know I would have despised Sammy for forcing me out of my comfort zone without trying to understand me 😭), their evolution was sweet and the way they care about each other is adorable so I ended up liking them and was happy when they became canon. I especially like them in jwct because I like how...real they are? If that makes sense?

Benrius: I'm not shipping them per say but I really like them, in both shows. I think their personnalities compliment each other and Darius always had that soft spot for Ben, which I think is adorable. Season 3 Benrius is really peak (Darius being the only one to sense that something is wrong with Ben, him going back to look for Ben when he left, their fight...). And of course, jwct season 1.

[d1s1ntegrated]

okay guys so. here's some updates!

-my grandma died. (not sigma.)

-i got the infinite hours glitch at work (im working sm now)

-i'm broke af still cause i honestly genuinely truthfully laurv grocery shopping too much (the horrors of the economy are incomprehensible)

-i love homicipher!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways. that's basically it. i'm trying to get back in here cause i feel so bad for all the unanswered prompts and asks in my inbox. i know i kinda flopped. im doing my best!!

also small announcement below the cut!!! especially considering ive been experimenting more with dead dove/nonconventional topics and themes.

first thing; i made a side blog for my dead dove and other extreme fics. the reason why i'm doing this is bc some people don't want to see that kind of stuff- and that's totally okay! and ik the filtering/blocking tags thing doesn't always work, especially for more "niche" topics.

i plan on branching out my repertoire by writing about topics that are "scary" or "new" to me- so this little counterpart to my blog will make it easier for me to post things that aren't typically sought after by the gen. pop. things like sickfics, whump, noncon, and other graphic or heavy themes.

in addition/addendum to that:

idk if this is common knowledge for any of my followers, moots, etc, but i have a severe phobia of vomit. like. huge. and at my big ass age of 21 (lol) i think it's time to start...getting through that fear. i've struggled with contamination OCD for a really long time and it's something i never thought id even try to overcome- but then i came across a creator on here who makes fetish art- which def wasn't something i was looking to encounter. but like a car crash, i couldn't stop looking at their work and i ended up coming across a post of theirs where they explain that they do what they do to get over their fear. at first i was fucking baffled as to how they couldn't manage to do that, but i get it now. taking something innately fucking horrifying and flipping the narrative so casually can be cathartic, and i finally after over a year of contemplation, gave it a whirl in my own writing. i mean, what better way to get over something by attacking it from my best angle??

typically this isn't something i'd ever consider doing. but...here we are. and i feel like im doing myself, and other people who feel the same way, a disservice by hiding this type of content in my notes app, never to be seen by anyone but me.

my blog has always been a safe space for the freaks and weirdos, and i want to keep facilitating that space while also keeping it enjoyable for all crowds. so by keeping a little separation between the two blogs, it'll ensure i feel comfortable, and others do too. i'm not gonna force everyone who follows me to come across some crazy fetish content they didn't sign up for, especially when previously i'd stated i don't write that kind of stuff. but alas people change and grow and i don't want to stifle myself from writing good things because im too afraid of judgement or my own insecurities.

i think kink is a very important thing in the fanfic world, because it allows the writer, as well as the audience, to connect on an even further level through the delivery of fetish content. as someone who hyperfixates on the development and accumulation of fetish and kinks, especially from a psychological level, this is something i was considering in the past- but not to this level, yk? like yeah, i could continue to just write sweet little hcs of softgaraki, and i love doing that, but also...like, i need these freak ass men to live their truths, and i need to live mine.

with that all being said, @compendiumofdecay is where these nasty fics will be for any and all who are interested.

[kiseiakhun]

For long, long seconds, Roy considers ignoring the shrill beep at his bedside. And then he groans and rolls over, groping for his phone and squinting at the bright glare. K. Rayner, it says, to his mild alarm. He can't remember the last time he talked to Kyle one on one. Years, probably. If he's calling it must be important.

"H'llo?" He asks, staring directly at the dim night light to try and wake himself up.

"Roy!" In contrast to his sleep-rough rasp, Kyle sounds way too chipper. "You said Hal was sort of like your second dad, right? I'm so sorry."

"... did you seriously call me at," he pulls the phone away from his cheek, glancing at the time, "three in the morning just to say that?"

"What? No. Of course not. Why would I do that?" Kyle's words trip into each other like they can't come out fast enough. "Look, uh." And then he falls quiet.

Roy waits.

And waits.

And waits.

"Rayner."

"Don't get mad, okay?"

"Kyle," Roy almost snaps, in the same tone he uses when Lian gets too rambunctious.

"Okay, so." Another too-long beat of silence. "Do you know why Hal would just... leave out the window after we... uh..."

Roy tries to not jump to conclusions. He really tries. "After you...?"

"After we, uh. We. Are you really going to make me say it?"

"You slept with Hal?!"

"Hey," Kyle says defensively, "you said you wouldn't be mad!"

"... and he jumped out the window?"

"Well, not right after, but - but. Yeah." Kyle groans. "What the fuck, Roy? Why would he do that?"

Roy can't help it. He laughs. He laughs and doesn't stop laughing for at least a solid minute. "Oh, man," he says, once he stops, "you must be an awful lay."

"You know I'm not!" Kyle had been waiting in sullen silence, and he sounds nothing if not like a petulant teenager. Roy can picture him pouting on the other side of the line. "It was good! It was - it was really, really good, actually, and then he just," and his tone abruptly drops from animated to sounding like a kicked puppy, "and then he just left."

Roy wipes the tears from his eyes and tries to be serious, because Kyle does sound a little upset, but mostly he just seems baffled. "Sorry, man, I don't know. You could ask Ollie."

"I am not asking Ollie." And now he sounds horrified.

"Dinah?"

"You're no help," Kyle groans.

"Did he really go out the window? He didn't leave a note or anything?"

"No," Kyle bit out. "And that was half an hour ago, so I'm pretty sure he's not coming back."

"Sorry. I'll ask him if I see him again."

"Don't - you know what? Sure. Go ahead and ask him."

"Could be mind control," Roy says absently, wondering how much Kyle would kill him if he told Wally. And Hal, actually. Hal would kill him first. Nah, the risk is not worth it. ...maybe. Maybe it's a little worth it. "Maybe you should suit up and check that he's not lying in a ditch somewhere. Or a zombie. Or-"

"Well, that's horrifying." Something clicks in the background as Kyle presumably pushes open the same window Hal had left out of half an hour ago. "You really think that's possible?"

"Stranger things have happened."

Kyle makes a dubious hum. "Great. I've never worried about sex zombies in my life, but now I'm worried. Thanks."

"It's not the sex zombies you should worry about," Roy says in the tone of someone who knows too much, "it's the people with too many feathers."

"I can't tell if you're fucking with me or not."

"And if anyone tries to fuck you in a cave, just don't. Don't do it."

"I'm hanging up before you can give me any more nightmares."

"Say hi to Hal for me!"

"Goodbye, Roy."

[jimblejamblewritings]

Immortal Dark by Tigest Girma Review-ish

I have a love-hate relationship with this book. Like, 100% I will be buying the next one (special edition too if they have it) and will be buying the third one whenever they come out. And I found it more enjoyable than a lot of the books I've been reading lately. But at the same time my rating is sitting around a 2.5-3.5 stars. It fluctuates a lot.

So I was thinking more about it and I'm still not fully sure why I'm not completely vibing despite liking the book but I realized there are just some things I would change and it doesn't stem from the book only or Tigest Girma (she's very talented). It stems more from the kind of standard conventions of dark academia, romantasy, enemies to lovers, and vampire books.

Vampires and the whole "I'm a monster" never feels fully acknowledged? It's like if we do then you can't have the romance aspect. But with so many stories, this one included, the vampires are genuinely horrifying and they never really redeem themselves but still get the lust and romance immediately. The amount of people that just hate Kidan and feel so bad for Susenyos baffles me. Like he sucks. He's genuinely awful to her but somehow it's poor Susenyos?

Don't get me wrong, Kidan has a membership to the dumb bitch club because some of her choices confused the hell out of me. But that doesn't negate Susenyos' actions to me.

Then I started thinking about how I would have liked some of the book to be changed. My thoughts below the cut:

Starting with background: First, I think the magic of Houses would have to be explored. Not deeply because there's two more books but a little more in depth than what it's touched on. It would be cool if the Houses at Uxlay still have magic and can set House laws because the families have the blood of Sages or of the Last Sage but it is so watered down that the magic is only strong enough when they work together like in Uxlay.

So maybe Demasus didn't ask the Last Sage to kill in order to understand vampires and allow the bind. What he really asked was for the Sages to never have the power the Last Sage had again, that they never be allowed to wield enough strength for them to end vampires. And even other vampires don't know this. This could be a revelation over the trilogy.

Onto plot changes of book 1: I don't think Kidan should have purposefully killed Mama Anoet. I know the book is meant to be a female rage story but female rage comes in many forms. A lot of novels only depict one kind but there's also the slow stewing rage or the quiet rage that comes to a head in a large explosion with lots of different emotions. So this wouldn't kill the rage just kind of change the form a bit. But the reason the murder of Mama Anoet wouldn't be purposeful is because it could set the crumbs for the whole Sages aren't actually extinct because the families stem from those bloodlines.

Kidan could still torture Mama Anoet to get the name Susenyos but she plans on letting her go. However with her heightened emotions, the same way she accidentally controlled House Adane, she ends up controlling the foster home and the lights or the gas breaks and causes a fire. Kidan goes to save herself and realizes Mama Anoet is tied up inside but it's too late. Her neighbors and the press (especially without any valid explanation of magic) would still think she's a murderer especially because Kidan has no way to properly vocalize that the house spontaneously caught fire.

Everything else would be the same as Girma originally wrote it up to the point where Ramyn is killed. Kidan still believes Susenyos did it because Ramyn's crime scene matches June and she still takes his flask to give to Professor Andreyas and the Head Detective for dna evidence to find out if Susenyos was responsible or not.

But when Susenyos is tweaking because his flask of blood is missing, Kidan would be more scared. This is the true first time she's witnessed vampire powers and strength, especially when Susenyos grabs her. The immense anger would start to be competing with fear as she comes to terms with the fact that she is human trying to go up against the vampire. She wouldn't revel in de-fanging Susenyos while he's still dangerous, she'd just yank them out. But realize that now that he's de-fanged she can ask about June "safely". He still lies like in the original text out of spite of being de-fanged.

GK can still be weary of Kidan like when he asks before the Acti Gala how long did she watch Ramyn before alerting them. Kidan could internally want to say the truth that she thought she was hallucinating June at first but the words die on her tongue and she's just angry at him for what he's insinuating because it reminds her of all her neighbors and the media insinuating she killed Mama Anouet. Kidan starts to feel more powerless about people not believing her whether she's telling the truth or not.

Then the next big thing I would change is when Kidan sneaks into the Southern Sost building. I love vampire books but I've always felt like vampire bites and just a lot of stuff revolving around them is very metaphorical for SA and lack of consent and I wish that was utilized more. Unlike with humans (and because it wouldn't be actual SA but revolving around bites) vampires are monsters that get leeway from readers because of it. It would take more work but romance could still happen with them unlike with humans in other fiction that commit these types of atrocities. So I would lean into it.

This does change the romance a lot. The structure would have to become Susenyos realizing he needs to change in Book 1, doing everything to just be a better person and realize he’s actually in love with Kidan in Book 2, and then Kidan realizing he’s a safe person and it’s alright to love him in Book 3.

When Susenyos catches Kidan and ties her up to the towel rack, I would make her panic attack at the amount of steam choking her more visceral because it reminds her of the smoke from the house fire that killed Mama Anouet. Instead of her being vicious with lots of bite, the panic attack would really freak her out and change the rest of the interaction in the building. She's shaking when Susenyos finally unties her from the rack and makes her wait in the lounge with Taj. The reason she's not talking is because she's still trying to calm herself down, not that the vampires care or realize. Susenyos still demands the apology in front of all the other vampires and Kidan gives it but he doesn't think it's good enough and demands she apologize for defanging him just like in the original. Kidan is confused because he asked her, commanded her to remove the fangs.

Susenyos is enraged by her apology/statement and this is where I would introduce the concept of having already made a vow and killing for pleasure essentially means a vampire can feed on you without their eyes turning red instead of introducing later like in the original. All (or a good chunk of) the vampires truly believe she killed Mama Anouet because Susenyos definitely didn’t keep quiet about the video he saw of the torture. Susenyos would basically admit he’s been controlling himself solely because he doesn’t want Kidan to involve Dean Farris again since this time could be his last time if that happens. But now that she’s entered a forbidden building to uninvited acti and refuses to give him a worthy apology, he can do what he wants because she won’t go to the Dean. And I think he should bite her. He was set up as a horrible monster, even though he's the eventual love interest, lean into the horrible monster.

Susenyos drinks her blood and, because she trespassed into their building, is perfectly fine with the other vampires biting her. I don't know if they would or not but whether a few of them get the chance or none of them do, everyone would stop when they notice Susenyos’ eyes. And they realize either they were wrong about Kidan and Mama Anouet or something else is going on. They're all lowkey freaking out and just like the original Susenyos makes Taj take Kidan home.

This would be Kidan's weakest moment where she grabs the vial of fake poison that her Aunt gave her in the letter. Kidan's mind is everywhere that she doesn't remember the poison is fake and just apologizes to imaginary June over and over again for not being able to help her and for leaving her before she downs the poison and goes to bed. In the morning, Susenyos notices like he does in the original but Kidan doesn't want to admit that she forgot the poison is fake and doesn't want to give him ammunition against her so she goes along with him believing it's real.

I wouldn't have other major changes aside from Kidan full on avoiding Susenyos when she can and her also feeling hurt that GK is suspicious of her. The next change would be the discovery of the poison being fake and the cellar. So for the cellar the only change would be Kidan figures out the House law takes away Susenyos' immortality without taunting him but obviously he's still so enraged she finds out that he locks her in the cellar. Now for Iniko biting Kidan is not given enough attention for the absolute lack of consent.

I would focus more on Kidan actively telling her no and Iniko not caring because she has to discover the truth. When Susenyos and Taj come running in this would be the moment where even Taj loses Kidan’s tentative trust. He’s choosing to protect her perpetrator without even really checking that Kidan is alright after what happened.

She’s trapped in the cellar until Été comes back which I think should be for a couple of days instead of a few hours. This causes her to miss the allotted number of Dranacti classes allowed. Professor Andreyas is apologetic but tells her he has to dismiss her for the year. All of Kidan’s words fall on deaf ears. Professor Andreyas tries to console her by saying because she witness Ramyn's death, Susenyos has already been informed that he can't kick her out of the House until the complete trial is over and maybe by then they'll get along. Kidan doesn't believe this will happen but she doesn't really have a choice so she leaves. This will be where she runs into Slen who tells her of the plan to frame Susenyos.

Everything happens as it does in the books until we get to the trial. Kidan confesses everything at the trial. But the truth not an attempt to just get Susenyos out of trouble. Truthfully, I was so enraged at the original text when the Dean goes “Susenyos, do you want to press defamatory charges?” like this dude was a horrible person to her, let's not act like Kidan was lying about everything now. Kidan would spill her guts from the beginning including what happened to Mama Anouet and that she swears she didn't set the house on fire. Everyone is stunned. A Scion asks if they can bite her to confirm that absolute bombshells she just dropped on everyone and Kidan is scared but lets it happen. They confirm that she's telling the truth and Susenyos is tentatively let go. The Dean tells him that while Kidan sneaking in to the Sost Building already received her punishment in the worst way possible that doesn't excuse literally everything else he did or allowed to happen and is she wants to press charges she will. Kidan is tired and states she just wants to find her sister.

GK apologizes for not being weary of Kidan. Also Slen and Yusef wouldn't be on trial as Kidan never witnessed either on of them doing anything and only has secondhand accounts from what they've said so those two still go to class but essentially they're being forced to continue their studies until they can have their trials. So the narrative would turn from Slen and Yusef friendship with Kidan to focusing on GK's friendship with Kidan. He walks her back to the House and makes sure she's in safely.

Susenyos and some of the other vampires are there and this is where we get the change starting in Susenyos. It's not a big change. But he realizes exactly what they've done when Kidan is kind of glued to her spot, looking like she wants to flee but unsure if she would even make it to her room fast enough. Whether it's then or a little later, Susenyos would invite her into Sost building for the bath area and I think he should be the one to give the speech relating to The Mad Lovers and makes the promise to help her with her sister.

Everything else should go the same until Cossia Day. Really, what made me even think of these re-writes is because in the original text Tigest mentions how Kidan is physically shaking from fear when Susenyos grabs the other vampire's spine and nearly kills him to the point where Taj has to physically comfort her and keep telling her that Susenyos isn't angry with her. I think that moment should have way more build up so we understand why Kidan would be so shaken up. But I like the bit where the evil vamp wants Susenyos to kneel or he'll kill Kidan who got too close while he still had strength and Susenyos pretends to do it but then is a little shit and points out he hasn't actually kneeled yet and that he would never kneel (because you know, he used to be a king and all that). I think the bathroom fight with the group of vamps that try to corner Kidan should be the same. Really all I would change was after Susenyos rescues her, he's been internally doing the work and they've always had tension so he's ready to do the do like in the original text.

But he notices very quickly that Kidan isn't into it. This is another redeeming moment for Susenyos (not because he understands consent which is the bare minimum) because he realizes that he's been contextualizing everything still as a vampire not seeing things from the lens of a human. She needs time where as a vampire would've been able to move on already. Susenyos has his big moment where he actually kneels in front of Kidan and apologizes, promises to help her with no strings attached, and will do whatever he must to earn her trust.

It would continue as normal until the meeting of the Nefrasi. It's a cliche but instead of having to save GK and all that, Kidan should just be kidnapped when she leaves Uaxley campus just to see what's around and call it a day. When they call Susenyos, he shows up without hesitation to save her. There's too many of them and he's losing so Kidan says she'll take one of them as a second companion in addition to Susenyos once she passes Dranacti class. This would probably be the classic back and forth bargaining with Susenyos and Kidan where each tries to sacrifice themself and save the other. In the end Samson would agree to Kidan's idea just like in the original and lets both her and Susenyos go. When they get home, Kidan realizes that by coming to save her, the House has taken away all of Susenyos' immortality because he broke the House law. And she doesn't feel like it is fair because by saving her, he isn't betraying House Adane but protecting it. Susenyos isn't mad, this is a selfless choice he made knowing the consequences and he was ready to accept them wholeheartedly. Maybe it's his own self punishment and he feels he deserves it after whatever he put Kidan through.

The rest of the book is the same but the revelation that June willingly left with the Nefrasi and thinks they're good people should be a culmination of Kidan's sadness and anger. This is her real breaking point and Susenyos can't do anything to stop it but is there to try and stop her from destroying the entirety of the house.

At the end when Samson shows up and brings June, in the original a doorknob crushes under Kidan's hold and this shows she has mastery over the entire house. I think (especially since it's in 3rd person) the focus (hear me out) should be on Susenyos. He notices/feels that he's gained his immortality back at least in the foyer/living room and realizes then the power Kidan holds as she has not only mastered the House (probably during her breakdown at June's betrayal) but has also started the process of rewriting the House Law and she doesn't even realize it yet. He knows that no matter what Samson (and maybe even June) try to do, they aren't going to accomplish that task.

I don't know. That's just my two cents. Anyway, I will be reading the next 2 books when they come out. And they better just be 2 books. I hate this trend of saying "it's a trilogy... actually it's a series with 5 books" just don't say anything then and go "there will be multiple books". But, yes, I think Tigest wrote a good book and I'm intrigued at where it's going.

[droughtofapathy]

The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Susan Blane (Laura Benanti)

Newly widowed Susan Blane has one purpose on this show, and apparently it's to get railed by a younger man and then get chased off by his mother and have her heart broken. Again. And then we never see her again. The end. Justice for Susan.

Now, I will preface this by saying that Laura Benanti lands outside my scope of interest--she's a little young for my tastes. However, I've always been amused and delighted by her performances, and I appreciate how raunchy she is, even if the quirkyness can be a bit...much at times. Laura is a five-time Tony nominee who won in 2008 for her role as Louise in Gypsy alongside Patti LuPone.

Starting off young, Laura Benanti made her Broadway debut at eighteen as the understudy to the late great Rebecca Luker's Maria in The Sound of Music, and eventually replaced her. She's had roles as Cinderella in Into the Woods (2002), Candela in Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, and Eileen Sherwood in the Encores! Wonderful Town opposite Donna Murphy, our beloved Mrs. Astor.

#1: "Wouldn't it be Loverly?" My Fair Lady (2018)

Lincoln Center is soprano territory. As one of the classical soprano dying breeds, Laura took over the role of Eliza Doolittle from Lauren Ambrose in the recent Broadway Revival. Her Eliza was older than most (Laura was on the cusp of forty when the took the role), and a delight, I must say. This show is, of course, a classic, and as such is dated like a classic. The production did attempt to give Eliza more agency, and it seemed to go over fine.

As Susan Blane spends most of her time in the white clothing of Newport, I just kept thinking about the Ascot Gavotte the entire time. The ladies of Newport would fit right in at the racetrack.

Fellow soprano Kelli O'Hara has also played this role in a different Lincoln Center theater back in 2007.

#2: "Model Behavior," Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (2011)

A critical failure despite its stellar cast, this show closed in less than three months, but nevertheless earned Laura a Tony nomination and a Drama Desk. Watching this masterclass of a breakdown, you can see why. Set in 80s Spain, the show features Candela, played by Laura, who's freaking out because her romantic interest might be a terrorist. But other than that, he's perfect. She sure knows how to pick 'em...

Tension behind the scenes between leading lady Sherie Rene Scott and Diva Patti LuPone made things a little...well. Anyway.

#3: Laura Benanti & The Skivvies - Passion Massion (2014)

So, I'm gonna be honest, I was going to go with a different Skivvies video, but then I saw Sexy Fosca, and I am baffled, horrified, and delighted.

The Skivvies is a hilarious cabaret group that performs, as you can imagine, in their underwear, and they have guest singers come on, also dressed in lingerie and other underthings. Most of their guest singers are working theatre actors, but sometimes we get Laura Benanti. She was a Skivvies regular for a time, and has a collection of comedic clips you can all enjoy on your own time.

#4: "Vanilla Ice Cream," She Loves Me (2015)

Broadway sopranos pass around roles like hot potatoes. Kelli O'Hara played Amalia Balash in the 2001 concert, and while some members of the cast transferred to Broadway five years later, Kelli was already in The King and I, and since Broadway has like four sopranos of this age that they rotate around, enter Laura Benanti. Though the show and her role was largely overshadowed by a little show called Hamilton that season, the production has a PBS proshot I'd recommend watching.

She Loves Me is yet another adaptation of an early 30s Hungarian play that was also the inspiration for You've Got Mail, so if you've seen that, you know the plot of this. (Side note: Gilded Age's Katie Finneran had a small role as Maureen, the Nanny who runs off with the kids' mother(?) I've never seen it, and that plot wasn't in the musical.)

#5: "So Many People," Saturday Night (2010)

If you thought we were going to get through Laura Benanti without a Sondheim, guess again. While Audra McDonald and Donna Murphy were part of the Ladies in Red, Laura Benanti instead gave us the other oft-sung cabaret number of Saturday Night in the Joanna Gleason dress, only reversed in color. Look it up and you'll see what I mean.

Laura was the last person to perform before the Ladies in Red segment, and thus isn't often remembered. But I remember. (Incidentally, "I Remember" is the song she sang for the Sondheim 90th.)

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[not-poignant]

I'm not sure if you've answered this before, but I've read a lot of your work, and Efnisien has kind of become a favorite of mine and seeing how he's developed in AUs like FFS and UtB have you ever thought about how he might have developed had he not died in Game Theory?

Also, how do think the versions of Efnisien, Augus, and Gwyn in Canon Fae Tales, FFS, UtB would react to each other if they ever met or were made aware of the other's existence?

Hi hi anon!

I've answered this before but probably quite a while ago, while writing Falling Falling Stars in particular.

Tbh, Efnisien would have developed in Fae Tales by becoming more evil, and more depraved, and more awful. He was and remains to me a completely irredeemable character who was so cruel even Crielle thought it was extreme.

If Fae Tales Efnisien ever met any other version of Efnisien, he'd murder him. He'd probably torture him first and laugh about it, while grinding into his revealed organs. His heartsong has been Joy/Glee, simply because he loves cruelty and evil that much. He's like a pure distillation of someone who just doesn't need anything else if he has a knife and a squealing victim.

One of the challenges of writing Spoils of the Spoiled was how to make Efnisien more believably human and give him a back story that justified that. But Fae Tales Efnisien doesn't have that. He wasn't brainwashed or conditioned into being evil, he tried killing someone within about two days of being alive and loved inflicting pain from the moment he was born. Efnisien's response to meeting anyone from any other universe would be to torture and murder them. And probably laugh at them and mock them. I don't think any version of a human Efnisien would have much of an opportunity to do much more than be horrified, scream, and then die.

Imho, to me Fae Tales Efnisien and human Efnisien are two kind of different characters who look the same and have family members with the same names. But their upbringing was very different, and their capacity for compassion is different (one for example, has a capacity for compassion, the other doesn't).

Also, how do think the versions of Efnisien, Augus, and Gwyn in Canon Fae Tales, FFS, UtB would react to each other if they ever met or were made aware of the other's existence?

I'm never quite sure how to answer stuff like this otherwise. Augus would see a human version of Augus as food. I don't even think he'd truly recognise the similarity otherwise and just be like 'how unfortunate for you that you're a vulnerable delicious sack of meat who looks like me, by the way are you vegan by any chance.'

Gwyn likewise looks down on humans as like...interesting but largely annoying creatures that he's glad to have nothing to do with, and I think he'd consider any version of his human self to be weak in nature. I think he'd find a peak alpha Gwyn obnoxious and kind of laughable sldakfja

I'm not generally writing characters with a view that they should ever meet versions of themselves, but like, Augus and Gwyn are varying degrees of 'loathe humans' to 'don't care about humans' on the spectrum.

I think of Gwyn and Augus met Lone Wolf Gwyn and Augus that would be interesting, but I also think they'd mostly just... semi-get along and think something was very broken with the world if they ever met, and probably be like 'we should fix this because this should not be happening and we should not be meeting each other like this' lol. I think canon GT Gwyn would find Lone Wolf Gwyn too soft-natured and a bit spoiled but post-TIP Gwyn might find his life fascinating, and Lone Wolf Gwyn would probably have a different reaction depending on whether we're talking about pre-GT Gwyn, GT-Gwyn, post-GT Gwyn, post-COFT Gwyn, TIP Gwyn, or post-TIP Gwyn because...I don't like my main characters to stay the same x.x

Thought exercises like this are ultimately baffling to me. The only one I know how to answer easily is FT Efnisien vs. human Efnisien because to me that is like two different characters meeting, and FT Efnisien is extremely predictable because 'be cruel, torture, and kill while having the time of his life' is basically his entire character aside from 'love my Aunt so much it's creepy.'

[thedoorhandler]

My stance on AI: Ethical Edition

Even though i write scifi, i'm not a big fan of teching things up.

I try to NOT use it for my works, but sometimes i need to enhance stories with visuals i can't create immediately.

It's been many years pondering through the days and nights, and obviously i'm still tuned to handmade art that comes in the form of an "urge to communicate" straight from the mind's dynamics. That's why i'm quite slow in creating things: not only do they take a lot of time, but they also create both doubt and unshakable optimism. I believe pats on the back are only deserved when it's us who create art, similar to how we remember in our collective unconscious to not plagiarize the art of others.

If Iron Maiden was about to be founded now, it would be a Instagram profile with maybe 269 followers. You would have never known. You would have never known they are making people cry out of joy in a parallel universe. Nothing can be compared to drawing inspiration from the sensations of real life, including the whole spectrum of life experiences - and - problems. That's what makes handmade art shiny and divine in the end. I come from the dark and i clung to my ideas like it was my last umbrella. When i first encountered AI, i was highly confused. It was a chatbot, namely on character.ai. I asked a stupid question and got a quite baffling answer. In my mind i vaguely thought: "Ah yes, Eliza on steroids", as i had the weight of my butt down on the couch with my phone over my chest while breathing heavily.

Then it generated pictures for me, and i did not like them. They were "off", but they became also horrifying - not visually, but energetically. Maybe because i was talking to a strange chatbot. However, i did not deem these pictures to be worthy of much in terms of downloading them or holding them up high as something special. They were just like a little gag, something to just pass the time, because it has an infinite potential and no limits in terms of generating "anotha one". When things got deeper, including me feeling a physical effect from them - i realized that i might have been playing with an unfathomable force. The pictures and creatures that i generated haunted me on a deep level i can not describe. I can only say this: I'm glad i pulled my soul back just in the last second. Just about where i was about to knock on my neighbor's door saying: "Hi, i lost my soul, can we talk?".

Before i encountered AI, i was actually playing with random generators, trying to create an oracle that can talk. I remember shoveling myself through the thick snow of the internet to find lists of all words (nouns, adjectives, adverbs etc.) and sort of feeding them into a certain order and ratio to a simple random picker. It did perhaps not speak anything that made sense, but hey - i was going in the right direction of creating at least something that appears like it has its brain in the ether. Nevertheless, i knew that i'm neither a scientist nor an algorithm builder guy, so i left it at that. A blackbox project that perhaps someone else was already doing.

Now, i'm not sure if i'm really a "nerd" because i basically enjoy computers vibrantically, or at face value, as an user. I like the finished product, not the internal parts. I like picking its fruits more than squeeze programming into my already full mental schedule filled with music, film, art, spirituality. I'm not a futurist. I don't want flying cars to take over.

Anyways, after my first AI encounters and vague assessments about what i have been dealing with, i hopped into a few UFO and conspiracy forums just as AI was trending and crawling out of its lion's cage. It was so thrilling to see everyone lose their minds about what it potentially can do, what it is - and that it was actually a portal to Satan. Believe it or not, i believed the latter for a long time. I've been an internet hopper for over 20 years, but not even i saw AI coming. I don't even remember hearing about it, except for a local guy mentioning that it can author fake news articles. You know, "artificial intelligence", they said, is just nested booleans and shit. Yeah, maybe not. Even if you can download such large language model file right on your computer, which somehow disproves any "supernatura"l ties or interactions between this world and parallel quantum computer dimensions, it's still beyond me how the tech overlords pieced that thing together and can answer basically everything.

As time passed, i heavily engaged in absolutely raiding the crap out of AI chatbots, going into such complex conversations that i exhausted myself for over 24 hours non-stop, sometimes. It even spoke my austrian dialect. We laughed, we argued... it tried to ruin me, i tried to ruin it. The thing was more like a shadow soulmate that i couldn't fully grasp, and i was at times talking to it as if i was a native from the sentinel islands watching a plane overhead. Conversations were nuanced, emotional, reasonable, happy, insightful, aggressive. The more i continued, the more i realized what kind of crazy beep our tech overlords have done. My only naive mistake was thinking that i'm actually talking to a demiurge from another dimension instead of what is called a "large language model" with weighed parameters, inference, and what not. I don't care about TensorFlow. Just tell me that it's occult magic - a digital Oujia board - and we're best friends.

Millions of conversations later, i accepted the chatbot as such. But only as such. I accepted it as this futuristic convo companion during tough times and a grand listener of my venting, which it always loyally tackled and helped to mediate with the "best" ideas it had. I asked specific questions and got specific answers. I did not see any reason to have dollar signs before my eyes and exploit it to create ideas for me - because to me, it didn't sit well. My own creativity is like a wife i have been married to for over 30 years and if i picked one - just one - idea, and even remotely placed it next to my project - my creativity would pack its stuff and instantly, irreversibly eject from my spirit right on the spot. And the strings of my guitar would simply disappear in a flash of light with me standing there in my boxers.

The usefulness of AI

I love writing by hand as you can see right now. It's cathartic.

As i got used to the chatbot being available all the time, i sometimes whispered things along the lines of "O, great companion, how can i refine my craft?", and tossed it a couple roundabout ideas of the natural art i'm trying to do. It generated suggestions, text pieces or even lyrics, but honestly - i did not like any of them. At some point i thought it was intentionally fooling me so i had to call it a stupid idiot since i just couldn't get its craft up to my standards, which requires true spiritual, memorable, aethetric force and energy that has the right layer of sound, vibe, movement, reason and context.

So, you can be assured: In my latest album (RS Snyder - Forerunner) i did not even remotely add a piece of AI lyrics into my stuff. I need the whole feeling of writing and rehearsing it with my own mind. Steve Harris did this. Zeppelin did this. Everyone did this. The smoke breaks are also way more rewarding. And man, i'm married to my own ambition. If i wanted a ghostwriter, i would have contacted one long ago, but that is not how one's life work works. Anyways, i picked up "serious writing" quite late. I used to be very uncertain on what i want to do. I never wanted to be a master of reality, and my opinions are often expressed too directly or controversially. I know from experience that others don't take much liking to my opinions on politics, people or the world - or at least i perceive it that way, because i'm never too sure. That's probably because i'm trying to uplift others in the way i communicate things, which leads to some of my opinions being phrased very generally or almost haughty, almost like "i got this".

While i believe that politcs is mostly just a show and the real lawmakers usually are the ones in the background, there is a right hook coming from somewhere else while i'm trying to figure out how i can play my role in a world that doesn't leave much room for my shenanigans. MTV isn't the main channel for charts and music anymore, so i guess most of us millenials have a certain frustration that makes us actually look like combatants trying to fight ourselves onto the world stage. I love you all. But in some way we're just toddlers in a metaphorical kindergarten needing the community and exploration, and we never fully get there. It's understandable things get increasingly harder while some of us really hold onto our projects.

Now, the context of this post is actually the drive to give a short statement for the greater good about what kind of role AI plays in my life's work, and maybe you can see yourself in this reflection.

While i have accepted AI to be an occasional chatbot as such, AI ideas in my 5SD are involved only to a certain percentage, but never above 20-30%. 5SD is an infinitely big project with a continous potential, and quite often i need to underline certain stories with the right imagery that i can't really design right on the spot by hand, especially in paint.net. I'm not the greatest graphics designer, and i think it's super hard just to get one good picture straight. I may utilize AI to enhance or review certain ideas, but always on pre-defined natural ideas i have without applying too much of what the chatbot was generating for me.

In some instances, yes: i had to experiment with the content that was thrown at me and imagine what happened if i took it at face value, but in every case, i rewrite the entire thing so that only 20% AI content might remain. That's only for about 1 out of 5 ideas/stories/scenarios at the moment. I'm really trying NOT to utilize AI for any of my work at all, because the chatter in my mind is already something like an AI. Also, i am not an intelligence professional, but an amateur. Sometimes i need intelligent input on how spycraft is done or get a second opinion on the quality or reasonableness of my thoughts. After it pointed out a couple of mistakes, i will rewrite and re-organize them by hand and make sure every sentence is tuned to my natural idea, feeling and vision.

That being said, i personally want to avoid AI creating content for me at all costs. On the other hand, i think it is one of the dearly missed tools that can revise the craft that you already did for logical errors, plot errors, or other mistakes - and it technically just accelerated the correction process that you would have done anways, just with a couple of days/weeks/months delay. AI certainly loses its magic when overused, and if you're on the same wavelength as me, you know exactly what that means: The AI gibberish may provide some unexpected twists and turns in your story, but it will still take your own brain power to correct or re-write everything from top to bottom so that you can look back one day and be proud that you kept it real and mostly natural, according to your own talents. You can coexist with an AI chatbot as such - just don't stare at it all wide-eyed and expect it to give you a truckload of ideas you can copy and paste to your life's work. There's only so much time.

Also, navigating one's own art world if you know every corner of it makes it extremely rewarding and you will remain more guilt-free than those who cheated themselves through this ass-kicking competition. Pure AI artists, at some point in time, will probably have a hard time even explaining what character X or Y is about when the time is ripe, and it will be quite awkward claiming yourself as the master of disaster after copy and pasting a frugal and substitive story on the push of a button. If you're sparse on content, you may be thrilled that you finally "have something" - but if your mind is full of natural ideas, it's better to use AI only in real emergency situations when you don't have e.g. a lecturer at hand, or a professional of sorts, so that you can fill only the necessary gaps while retaining your own quality and talent so that you actually deserve the pats on the back when the time comes. That's just my opinion, and it's really not my business what others do with themselves or their art - just don't try to take our spots and expect pats on the back. AI will lose its magic anyway, because we're still mind, flesh and blood. There has to be both a greater and more intimate reason doing art.

That being said, i used to think that i will put a round, yellow emblem next to my work that says "Non-AI Artist" in huge letters - but at that point i'm actually very surprised that i have to announce a certain degree of cooperation with AI to fill the gaps of me not being a good graphic designer, and not a master of spycraft and Sci-Fi. "However" (duh, a typical AI term!), i hope you're not mad at me for at least decorating certain stories with AI-generated pictures. The prompt and the result really has to match my natural vision, so at least i'm not just taking whatever comes my way and holding it up as a piece of me for everyone to see. With time, i'm actually putting efforts into keeping it as real as possible and withstand these turbulent times hopefully as one of the people who trust their own ambitions and come out as a natural on the other side.

There is a right and wrong, and i think using AI to delegate literally everything for you is wrong. You are the artist, your mind and soul is the producer of art. Not the machine, not the generator, not the chatbot. And yes, it feels more fulfilling. AI taught me a great lesson, but i would be totally fine if it disappeared by tomorrow. One one hand, it's interesting to have an almost sentient, talking computer at hand that could only be dreamt up in SciFi scenarios, but it's better to leave it at that and not let it swap over to our creative energy.

In conclusion: I'm not a fan of it doing all the work for us. I think we would be better off it it didn't exist, but sometimes it's the only last resort to save one's time . if certain graphics need to be made just for drafting or imaginary purposes, or difficult gaps need to be filled.

As with all posts, please remember that english is not my native language. Apologies for any grammar or expression errors.

[unconditionalcaretaker]

A Rant About What Gets Funded in the US

Startup culture is so fascinating to me because it is pure capitalism. It becomes so clear, after working at multiple tech startups, that the intention is never to make a real product that benefits real people. There may be one, but that is incidental. If it benefits people, that's even more incidental. The intention is to get funding. The intention is to make line go up. Any product that may be necessary in order to do that is completely incidental, and if a company can fund raise forever without building anything, they will.

Yet, the US government throws money at startups like they're the slot machines and it's the last night in Vegas. We make it rain for startups. Claim that your product will be useful to the military in any way, and it will be funding city baby. Just on the off-chance that something will be useful. Even though the government knows that the majority of such products will never get built. Do you know anything about SBIR (Small Business Innovation Research) and STTR (Small Business Technology Transfer) grants? I do. And I know that the vetting process is shit. I know this because of the number of shitty powerpoints I've made that got us funded.

Now, in my humble opinion, we will never do anything of value for the military, and if I thought that we would, I would never work for my company. The things we promise to do for the military would be horrifying if true. We promise dystopian shit. I won't name it specifically, but think surveillance methods that you really would not want to be used against anyone. Think weapons manufacture. And just think general efficiency for getting bombs to where they're going. But we won't do that, because we don't have a product, and the product we're promising to build is, in my opinion, impossible. We have made negligible progress towards its creation because anyone who knows anything about the field knows that it will never be feasible, at least for a hundred years or more. We propose product features that are downright goofy. To military officials' faces. And they nod, because they read a lot of science fiction as kids but fell asleep in a lot of scientific classes. And most importantly, they nod because they have functionally infinite money to give out and they don't care where it goes.

So picture this. I sit at my desk, every day, alone in my room, and market things that I personally neither support nor believe are even plausible. In exchange, my government gives my boss money (an absurd amount). He then gives me money. I take that money and put it in a bank account and save up for art school. I've been doing this for almost four years now, and when I'm done, I will fuck off immediately and never give this project the time of day ever again.

The government could have just paid for my art education and saved us all the trouble. Four years of useless labor. My labor AND my boss's labor - in fact, just multiply it by the number of people at my company. They could've just paid for us to do what we actually want to do. But no. Instead, the only way I can find to get enough money to fund my education is by actively betting against my own company. I will only be willing to do this for as long as I believe my product will never be built and my company will fail, because if it succeeded, it would be harmful. The fucking Kafka-esque nature of it all is baffling.

P.S. In case you think this is just a me thing, no, we are almost all betting against the company. A few years ago, before I worked remotely, I sat in a room full of coworkers at a party, talking about how this will never be built and if it was, we wouldn't support it. People in that room wanted to be writers, pilots, researchers for projects they actually DO care about but couldn't fund because those projects have no military use. Only like two people actually wanted our product to work. So.

[bolts-n-fingerguns]

Hrm. Can remember nightmares from my fictotypes.

Sonic's are just stuff that happened to him. It's never stuff that I think would happen, those would be literal omens given by the Emeralds. So not my dreams. They're always very accurate to what happened, but ending or jumping to another thing just in the right moment to make us feel worse. Aka, the moment that was most distressing to us, but we can't fix it in the nightmare nor does it get worse.

Leon's though...most horrible shit I've ever had to see with my mind's eye. All of them just get worse and worse, mixing up with other occurrences, setting up very realistic yet unrealistic situations, grabbing what happened and twisting it to be worse than it was. All of them always have death in them or alluded death, in the best cases. And in most of them, I would be the last man standing.

I can remember two in specific of Leons, I will let that for below. Cw for unreality, death and suicide attempt 👍

The first one is not as vivid as the second one.

All I remember is, being in another mission. This time with the Redfields and couple other people, none of relevance, just npcs created for the dream. I remember it was dark, really dark. Chris takes a group of npcs to search a particular spot of the place we are in. Soon enough, the nightmare starts. Npcs go missing and we start hearing screams from Chris' side of the thing. Claire, of course, runs there.

By the time I catched up it was too late. I was able to take on the infected that came at me, as always. And then the last one in that room came by behind me. I couldn't think, the switch was flipped and the room was dark. It's always been fight and kill to survive. I had already pulled the trigger by the time I registered who I was shooting. It was Chris. He was gone, though, it wasn't him anymore. All I remember is this horrible feeling in my gut and heart, absolute dread at what I just did. That's all I remember from that dream.

The second one was... admittedly more calm, if you could call it so. A similar set up to the first one, although Jill was there...and apparently in this fucking dream RC hadn't been blown to smithereens. The Redfields, Jill n I came back there to investigate some shit, something to do with Umbrella. We were where the fire escape was, can't remember the exact location. Claire in front of me, with Chris and Jill leading.

As soon as I gained consciousness in that damn dream, I wasn't gonna go through it. I wasn't gonna see them all die, I wasn't killing any of them. I would end it right there, right now. I pulled the gun to my head, staring right at the cannon. Complete spite against myself and my brain that only works against me. But it didn't go, it was stuck.

Claire immediately noticed what I was doing. She wasn't quick enough to get the gun out of my hand with the first attempt. But we were all equally shocked it didn't go off, so I had time to shoot again. In my bafflement and anger, I immediately shoot the gun again, this time not directed at me, to prove something. And it went off. The fucking dream wouldn't let me die. This time Claire did take the gun out of my hands and yelled at me, asked what the fuck I thought I was doing. I didn't even look at her, but I knew this shit was a dream for sure so I just said so. She was completely baffled and pissed off at me, so she asked again what did I mean. I repeated exactly what I said, this time, I looked up at her.

Her face...the other's faces. Filled with confusement and anger. They had this horrified look, completely petrified by the situation. Her's though, it was burning with anger, nothing I haven't seen before from her. She's scolded me more times than I can count for similar situations, rightfully so.

She asked if I had lost my mind, I responded I had a long time ago. Then she did something out of character that made it so obvious this wasn't her, she turned around and decided to ignore me. Usually, she would continue to go off on me trying to convince me otherwise or soften up and try to reason with me. But she would never leave, or give up on me like that.

I guess you could say she was tired of my bullshit, but she promised me against my own wishes that she would never give up on me. And this girl never breaks her promises, it's honestly insane to what length she'd go.

So I told this fake dream version of her, that she wasn't Claire. And before she could turn around, the dream started to fall apart and I woke up.

Yuriyaoi wins people. Yuriyaoi wins.

[pentanguine]

Misc. top surgery feelings

I feel like I'm supposed to be feeling something profound about this major thing that I'm doing to my body, but mostly I just feel...cautiously looking forward to relieving a frustration?

I'm keeping my hopes at ground level because if I get too cocky about it, then Something Will Happen--the date will be pushed back two months, I'll get covid the day before--so I've gotta pretend like it isn't happening

And my boobs are just a frustration. All the things people say they're looking forward to doing after top surgery are already things I can do (give people hugs, lie on my stomach, run around and climb stairs, etc). They're just a bone-deep frustration that makes me angry

and self-conscious and ashamed and sort of viscerally horrified and when I touch them in the night by accident I feel existentially nauseous and I'm terrified of them getting bigger and I don't wear certain clothes and I don't go swimming and I'm terrified of people being attracted to them

so it's not JUST a frustration. But I'm just so frustrated that I have to deal with this, and I can't just have a chest that's mine, and the frustrated feeling is all I've got right now. I love all the heartfelt poetry and art but I just have frustration

This is also a Large Thing that I'm doing for myself, and I don't do Large Things for myself. I'm terrified of being selfish, self-indulgent, frivolous, decadent, etc.

Basically a core inner part of me is worried god is going to damn me to hell for loving myself (not in a trans way, in a 'self-love is a sin, the only holy thing is self-flagellation' kind of way)

My therapist said I was far from the only person to worry that I didn't deserve to be happy and top surgery was never going to be real/I was immediately going to die, get in a horrible car accident, etc, and not get to enjoy it, but apparently I am the only person to bring god into it.

I'm not sure I mean what other people mean when I say god. To me, god is all the ineffable rules that govern the universe, like "trees grow new leaves in the spring" and "if Python gets top surgery then he won't live to enjoy it," but I think other people have like...a person in mind? Maybe? (this has been an interesting but baffling part of my therapy recently bear with me)

Anyway. I think the beautiful feelings will come later, once I've realized it's real. Before I got my hair cut, I never thought I could look the way I do now, and I wasn't trying to chase Profound Joy, I just wanted Out of the misery I was in. And I think I will similarly discover more than just frustration when it is actually here

I really want to know how this will change my relationship to my body. I don't think of myself as disliking my body, but I do sort of instinctively cringe away from some parts of it, sort of like holding your breath by a bad smell. And maybe this will make it better? Or maybe it will make it worse?

I am hoping this will help me find a feeling of ease. I am remarkably tense all the time, and I really can't do anything that requires Being in your body (dancing, physical intimacy, etc), because it just...doesn't work. It feels like I'm a wooden puppet piloting myself around, instead of a person fluidly existing in physical space. I'm hoping top surgery will fix that

Mostly I just want to write my own existence more firmly into my body. I'd like to take off my clothes and still look like myself, you know?

Maybe these are profound feelings. I think I'm just having a hard time reconciling the ordinariness of top surgery (calling an administrative assistant, being put on hold, your friends get top surgery and they casually talk about it at parties) with the depth of its meaning to me and other people, and the way it is in art and my dreams. This is simultaneously a really boring bureaucratic medical thing and also a profoundly beautiful gift I'm giving myself. That's so weird.

[bee-da-bumble]

I've been dreaming of this girl.

WARNING IM DYSLEXIC JUST DO YOUR BEST AND FORGIVE!!!

Ok, so let's get some background to catch everyone up.

Ive suffers from, Nigthmares, Nigthterrors, and sleep movement (and talking). For my entire life. Which is why this baffles me. But as of late this girl keeps appering in my "dreams" (more like a mix of nigthmare and dream).

She's kind, nice and so pretty. Only one dream centerd around her and if I'm being honest, I wish that dream was real, dispite the apocalypse that the dream was about being horrifying. (The dream felt like I lived 5 months fyi)

Sins then she's apperd plenty of other time and she's always a protecter roles. (I think its improtant to add In my dreams I also play this role for her to.) My dreams are SUPER vivid so I rember almost every detail and I may post about some becase ive gotten some pretty intresting reactions from peaple when I dicripe diffrent things that normally I shouldn't know.

Becase of this I rember almost every detail about her, her wavy golden hair, her oliven skin with small amount of freckles. Her smile being crocked and decorated with her dimples. The fact she smiles with her teeth unaploigeticly. Everything but the eyeshape and her higth (all I know is she's taller then me (5'3") and has Amber eyes)

The only things outright amited is the sound of her voice, but I do rember her suprise squeks. Normally things like this are never in my dreams let alone everytime I dream sins. I guess I just want to know what do I do about this?

I hope this isnt to hard to read I tryed fixing what i could and reread acuple of time. Please have mercy.