#IM SO SORRY saw and one piece. what a combo

[mysticalallblue]

dont be shy flame me all you like, maybe its just the saw (movies) fixation, maybe its my angst loving heart, but i cant get over the headcanon that the metal mask sanji was forced to wear gave him scars in and around his mouth. like his lips, cheeks, and that crease of the lips on the side where the two meet, i genuinely feel like it left deep scars on him, ones that stick with him till this day, ones that you cant really see unless your really paying attention.

(chopper, with his better eyes, would pull him into the infirmary. patient-doctor confidentiality. and ask him, as his doctor, how he got such peculiar scars. sanji wouldnt tell him, not yet. not so soon, not if it meant telling chopper about the vinsmokes and everything about that horrible country.) 

germa was a cruel place, whats to think that they wouldnt make this boys life worse, he’ll never forget that mask no matter how hard he tries because the memory is engraved into his skin & mind via deep scars.

(and maybe after whole cake, it was easier to heal, its easier to stop seeing only his scars but himself.)

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Highschool AU chuuya x reader whose best friend lied to them!

pairing:- chuuya x gn!reader

scenario:- chuuya comforts his s/o when they find out their best friend lied to them.

genre:-comfort/fluff

type:- oneshot A/N:- Hi hi!this is just a vent piece mostly but i hope its perhaps a little relatable? im tryna put some stuff out while i write the requests i have! so this is a few weeks old~

It was the day before your business studies exam and you’d scheduled a study session at your house with your best guy friend turned boyfriend;chuuya nakahara

(Also i hc him havin the subject combo of business studies,economics and physics)

Buddy was ready to get down to business! He’d bought along some of your favorite drinks and snacks and after saying hi to your parents,who absolutely adored him, he headed to your room.

He knocked on your door and was met with sniffles.

This set off sirens in his head but he thought he knew what the root cause of this could be.

He slowly opens to door and sets the snacks,drinks, and his notes down before joining you at your spot on the floor.

He wordlessly wraps you in a hug which startles you for a second before you realize its him.

But once you do,you pull him closer and it makes you cry just a little harder,your cries muffled by his hoodie.

He slowly begins to rub your back in an attempt to calm you down while whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Once you calm down enough you look up at him and exhale.

“Sorry...”

“Nope. Dont be...now,you wanna talk about it?”

He always knew how to respond and it was honestly always such a relief.

You knew he’d never offer to help if he didnt want to and when he did he always meant it.(and he’d make a little mental note to be there for you no matter what,because you’d always done the same for him)

But once you nodded and opened your mouth to speak,the reasoning behind your current state wasn’t at all what he’d imagined.

“F/N lied...”

*insert confused gingi boi*

You noticed his look of confusion and began your explanation.

To be quite frank,Your best friend,whom youd known since elementary, had lied to you and it all seemed to be over a boy.

Chuuya was honestly dumbstruck.this was the girl who’d been there for you even before he knew you,

and she also happened to be the one who’d introduced the two of you...

And what was even stranger was how this seemed to uncharacteristic of her...she wasnt the type to go after boys and had always been focused on her studies.and the thing that kinda pissed chuuya off was that the boy in question wasn’t even that great a guy.he was a nice enough kid sure,but he wasn’t great...and certainly nowhere near her standard...

After you finished your explanation you looked to him for his verdict before saying your final statement,

“...and im not sure if im overreacting or not because sure its just a small thing but the fact is that she lied when id have been okay if she just told me the truth...i dont know Chuu....this all just hurts i guess...and this plus the paper tomorrow has me so fucking drained!”

You groaned in frustration and he saw this as his opening to step in.

“Okay first of all,it’s kinda messed up that she did that but have you tried talking to her?”

“No...I thought id just talk to her after exams were over,otherwise who knows maybe she’ll say the reason she got a B or a C was cos I started shit...”

“Okay yeah fair...but do you see yourself being friends with her after this? Especially if her justification is as shitty as what she did?”

“I dont know...the thing is she means so much to me...i trusted her and this is what she did??? I know ill never be able to trust her ag- actually who am I kidding im gonna trust her again and get hurt all over again....i dont know what to do ‘Yaya”

He nodded thoughtfully at that,the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with the perfect solution.

He know you valued honesty and loyalty above all,it was one of the things you had in common and also one of the things that had made you as close as you were,so he knew this wouldnt be easy.because truthfully even he wouldnt have been able to deal with this and woulda probably turned to you for help...

“Okay then,try to focus on the exam,as best you can and talk to her after? I know its gonna hurt like a bitch but just try?”

“And ill be here okay?,” he said taking your hand in his, “no matter what.”

“Thanks chuuya...Youre probably the best thing that came from my friendship with her.” You said with a soft half-smile.

“Likewise.” He said returning the gesture.

You then looked back to the notes sprawled all around you.

“Fuxk...business tomorrow..”

“Mhmm...wanna start?”

“Dont really have a choice,” you wiped your tears and blew your nose on a tissue before saying, “lets do this!”

“Attagirl!” He said giving you a fist bump.

You studied well into the night and he stayed at your place.

And the next morning,you set off to the exam center hand in hand,giving eachother a single good luck kiss before making your way to your seats.

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[whollyjoly]

Hi Em!! Thank you so much for putting together such an amazing ask game 🩵 I hope you’re doing well. Would you mind answering 1, 4, 17 and 25? Take care 🩵

hello hello my dear!! its been my absolute pleasure seeing everyone spread the good vibes, so im glad people are enjoying this 🥰

im sorry its so late, but here are my answers!

1 - what is your fav part about being in the fandom?

i wrote a super sappy and long answer here, but basically all of YOU is what makes this fandom the most fun to be a part of!

4 - whats a moodboard that you just want to live inside of?

ohhhhhhhh so many?? the moodboard creators in this fandom are fucking TOP TIER and i love all of them so much!! but here's a few that come to mind:

this christmas babe and gene moodboard by @footprintsinthesxnd is so comfy and so cozy and they deserve nice christmases okay!!

speaking of christmas moodboards, @onlyyouexisthere has this incredibly aesthetic board for some of our fav boys around christmas time, and i just want to live inside every single one okay??

this speirs moodboard by the one and only @xxluckystrike is so beautiful? like i love the combo of hard and soft edges (the bandage + the smoke + the chess), since i feel like that dichotomy isnt something thats always shown with speirs, but feels so true with his character. anyways i want to walk through a museum with blood on my knuckles and smoke in my lungs after looking at this okay

and of course, this chuck grant moodboard by the incredible the amazing YOU @sweetxvanixlla was one of the first things i saw and loved in the fandom for grant?? the beach vibes, the light blues, the carefree energy, it all is so perfect. and i was like "holy SHIT this is good also now i too love grant" so i can thank you for that 🥰

bonus from @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing that i cant stop laughing at it

17 - your fav fanwork about an underrated character?

oh i was HOPING to get this because there's this one fic i love SO MUCH and i just!! want to scream about it from the rooftops!!

Come In From The Cold by rebelsquad (T, 24k) is a Smokey-centric Coffee Shop AU, and it just warms my heart in all the best ways. First of all, Smokey is an incredible narrator, and I love how the author captures his voice in this so hard!! I also just love that it centers around some of the more underrated characters (Smokey, Alley, Shifty, Tab, Skinny, and Popeye), but also has great interactions with the regulars as well! The found family vibes are just *chefs kiss*, and it is also the perfect mood for winter ✨ I cannot recommend it enough!!

25 - what colors do your mutuals most remind you of?

i dont even know why this turned out like this? but i went full vibes ✨

@sweetxvanixlla - midnight blue feels so right for you, my dear. starry nights and deep blue velvet cushions, something steady and calm but sparkles in just the right light. a cup of herbal tea on a tuesday night, and the thrum of a quiet city hums beneath your tongue. theres something so quiet and still about the night, that moment when people are talking and you dont have to participate, you just sit and let their words flow over you, enjoy their presence and energy and that feeling is midnight blue.

@xxluckystrike - girl, you are golden. warmth and positivity and laughter that itself is a kind of music, just as much as the songs you love and share and make art for. its the type of gold you feel on a late summer day, echoing up from the passenger seat of a convertible as you drive with your friend across a rolling field of wheat, of corn, of wildflowers. there's soda in the cupholders, and the carbonation matches the bubbles springing from the bottom of your lungs. sunny, summery, golden.

@malarkgirlypop - pink. the snap of a piece of bubble gum, the sugar rush from a strawberry lollipop, the pop of a bright shade of lipstick, quirked up into a smirk. your presence is loud and beautiful like the sound of a boombox atop a vespa, zipping through a busy beachside pier and delighting everyone who hears. pink is the feeling of just being yourself, unashamedly and wildly, and reveling in the wake of your energy.

@panzershrike-pretz - green, but that vibrant green of the sun hitting a park just right, and there's almost a glow, or a halo, across the field. it's the kind of green reserved for grass stains, made after the first spring day that's warm enough to go and spend time outside. it's the color of collapsing in a cackling heap after goofing around with your friends, and they're laughing because you're laughing because they're laughing. what are you laughing about? it doesnt matter, maybe its nothing, maybe its the cow chewing away on the green grass in the distance. no matter, because it is joy.

@footprintsinthesxnd - idk why but lavender is the immediate thing that comes to mind? something calm and soothing and steady, a breath of fresh air, walking through a field with the sun on your neck and the smell of the purple flowers filling the air. a gentle breeze ripples across your fingertips. it's quiet, but not silent, and the lavender doesnt break in the wind - it bends, and the flower seems to brighten in response. your energy is the deep breath that is taken after that moment - content and at ease.

@blood-mocha-latte - so this might not make sense outside my head but...that color a candle flame gives when reflected off a marble statue. something in the liminal space between warmth and cool, between hard and soft, between cold creams and whites and bright oranges and yellows. the ethereal quality of walking through a gallery alone, silent save for the feeling welling up from each piece of art you pass. the tiles echo this soft color, the flickering candle makes the shadows across the paintings dance, and one can't help but want to explore further, to linger with the treasures you've created.

@ronsparky - sky blue, but not the crayola sky blue. the sky blue of an early morning on the top of a mountain, mist obscuring pieces of the horizon and you could convince yourself you are the only human on the planet. a sky blue that rivals on being crisp and soft, that suggests unlimited possibility if you just reached your hand out a little farther. one can't help but feel that every small, new thing from this view is a joy - and its a feeling so wondrous and contagious that you cant help but spread it to those you interact with. the sky shifts, ever so slightly, but the color follows you down the mountain.

@georgieluz - red, but not quite. a bird flitters into view from where you sit on a bench in a forested park. its winter, and the trees feel bare and lonely. surprisingly, the bird isnt a pigeon - it's a vermillion flycatcher. the bird stands out triumphantly against the monochrome sky as if a beacon, or a challenge to some higher power that says i am here. its bold, its singular, and one cant help but admire the sheer presence of this small vermillion creature. but when it opens its beak and sings, the trees dont look so lonely any more.

@next-autopsy - you know that color when a fire burns down, and the embers are glowing with a deep mahogany? the edges of smoke dont obscure the color or heat from the coals, it only seems to make them more ephemeral. its a mesmerizing color, its the feeling where you want so desperately to stretch out your fingers and know what that heartbeat of fire feels like, and although the burn doesnt completely dissuade you, you still pull your hand back. the dancing mahogany glows a little brighter, then dimmer, as if in time with your breathing.

@onlyyouexisthere - the words "pale green" dont quite do justice to the vibes your presence gives off. the softest pale green? cashmere, the color of mint leaves reflecting morning dew? maybe that's the closest, the feeling of looking out over a snow-brushed hill, hands warmed by a mug of silver needle tea, wrapped in a cozy cashmere sweater. something comforting but crisp, familiar but fresh, nostalgic but new. something pale green.

@land-sh - one time, i was on an airplane flying across the arctic. it was the middle of the night, and i looked out the window and slowly, over the course of two hours, watched the sun rise. the sky started as a pitch black, stars breaking up the endless void, and slowly, one color at a time it lightened into a blindingly bright day. but there was a moment, about 37 minutes in, and im pretty sure everyone on the plane was asleep. outside, all i could see was this deep, vast purple. it felt like there could be anything and everything beyond that color, and i was the only in the universe who would ever see it. idk why, but thats the color and vibe that comes to mind when i think of you.

@coco-bean-1218 - see, i thought about chocolate brown for you before i even realized that its just your username. but maybe its more than chocolate, maybe something closer to chestnut. you're that feeling when you walk through an orchard, it's november, and although the sun is shining its the kind of sun that seems to make everything more crisp than warm. as you walk through, there's a small crunch under your shoe - a chestnut. there's a deeply satisfying smell in the air, something woody and comforting, and you just want to get lost in the rows upon rows of chestnut brown dotting the branches and littering ground.

@samwinchesterslostshoe - okay so bear with me on this one - slate gray. the slate gray of a city on a rainy day, clouds and sky and sidewalk almost blending together into one entity. you duck into a coffee shop you never would have noticed if not for the weather. at first, you think the walls are just reflecting the color from the outside, and you feel a lonely pang. but then, you notice it - art, stickers, little notes of love written in sharpie and tucked in the space between tables. they stand out among the walls, and the absence of color makes their presence even brighter. and the coffee? so good. it's the best you've ever had, and you realize the coffee shop is just like the walls - you find beauty you never would have noticed without the slate gray of the sky.

....so i have no idea if any of this makes sense outside of my head, but here we are. if i missed you i am so sorry!!!

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okay okay i am sorry this is so long-winded. i am in fact, a long-winded bitch.

but thank you so much for asking this, and for just being such a wonderful part of our community! i hope your day goes super well!! 💕💕

[hertwood]

dts s2 e4-6

e4: -sorry seb's "says who?" at the start of episode (in response to ferrari telling him what to do) GAGGED sets the tone for the episode PERFECTLY -mattia talks about monza the way indy drivers talk abt the 500 lmao -the whole "there is no #1 driver" bit makes me think hey r there parallels to be drawn between sebchal here and alonso/hamilton in 2007? just thinkin about it -before i get to far i want to share some thoughts: when i first watched this episode with NO prior knowledge it was rly hard to follow. after i heard about the specifics of the ferrari engine controversy (cheating), for the second watch i remember this episode suddenly clicking for me! this episode would've benefitted so much from a will buxton monologue explaining the juicy details for a newish viewer. i understand that there might have been pressure from ferrari to not include those details but it is such a shame, to have such a core piece of information missing and viewers have to try to piece together the narrative without it :/ -HI LAURA WINTER -very much get the impression that seb is like the family member who notices the generational trauma and going hey maybe we should change things to stop that and gets exiled from the family instead :) those sure are the vibes -HI CHARLOTTE -im sorry the back to back "seb has a lack of confidence with the car. and charles' car is not performing" like theyre the same car but you're gonna frame it like its seb's fault but not charles's? mattia choke -at the part where they're explaining the engine controversy--i still stand by wishing they explained it better and EARLIER because i think its much needed context for the first half of the episode too -at the end of the day all i need to know is that seb clearly thought that what ferrari did was wrong, and thats all i need to know if he says so then i believe it!! -the way netflix is trying to tease like ~oh imagine all the different teams he could go to! who wouldnt want him~ is so cheeky but also i NEED to know what this was like live when yall didnt know where he was going i'm JEALOUS i wish i got to be there for it all to unfold -double ferrari dnf at monza must've been crazy to watch live too lmao -seb zigzagging through all the photographers on his bicycle. love him -seb announcing his new seat the same weekend as ferrari's 1000th is crazy ex girlfriend levels of unhinged (pos). like posting ultrasound pics the same day as your ex's wedding type of shit. no one does it like him -sorry im incapable of watching ferrari episodes without writing an essay. hope you enjoyed

ep5: -the great daniel/cyril divorce -i cant remember who said it or where i saw it but when i first got into f1 properly someone talked about how Different things might've been if there hadn't been covid--since the season was delayed, the contract was signed before reneault could have any races with daniel that year--so daniel could only make that decision based off 2019 races -the jump clearly did not work out for him but alpine also went to shit too. but if cyril hadn't left who knows. i think all of daniel's choices make sense honestly!!!! he just got very unlucky -anyway their dynamic is insane and they deserve soooo many more fic than they have!! -"it's probably a bit like being dumped by a girlfriend, but she hasn't moved out of the house yet." christian did eat with this one. unfortunately -i love cyril but him being the one to actually complain about the pink mercedes feels very..... my wife is divorcing me so i'm gonna sue my neighbors over the property line -"i hate those fucking pink cars" oh i need to gif that. i'll be watching and i'll just KNOW like yeah that needs to be in the next gifset -i cant believe i havent mentioned it yet renault colors are the BEST daniel has ever looked i miss having yellow n black on the grid. maybe thats why alpine went to shit they gave up the best color combo they could have

e7: -pierre redemption episode!!! i think this is one of the best episodes ever tbh. very cathartic movie plotline really ticks all the boxes -HI PATRICK -ok but the fact that dts NEVER covered alex's podiums w red bull after milking the shit out of his missed podiums is a hate crime to me personally -onboards going through eau rouge are scary af. -filled with rage at how christian horner chews up new drivers and spits them up (even though its all so predictable at this point. no one will ever live up to the golden boy) -i remember seeing people complain that the williams family leaving wasn't given focus in dts, if anyone has any fun video essays about that i'd love to watch! -i do take issue with will buxton saying "red bull can't admit they made a mistake (with alex)" i think red bull made a mistake with promoting ANYONE too early and expecting too much from them, but not in a pierre v alex way. neither of them were given enough time or support by red bull to flourish. and they lowkey admitted that recently lmao -but it /is/ cathartic to know that red bull have tried to get alex back since then and he doesn't need his toxic ex in his life anymore no thanks ✌️ -i just know i'll LOVE watching this race in full -they set up the suspense so well for the end of the race -and it really is. if carlos had won this race with mclaren, his first win, how different would the trajectory of his career been -ANYWAY theres something that just always gets me about men holding all their emotions in right until they cross the finish line and they finally allow themselves to feel the emotions. (recent example that made me SOB was theo when he won f2) i also love how much it clearly meant to the alphatauri guys in the garage. last time that happened was with seb for torro rosso yeah? so its clearly so so special

[rush-the-stars]

i very distantly remember you asking for Idiosyncratic Ship-names for Trigun (not in those words, but thats what TV Tropes calls them. the ships where theyre labeled after words, instead of blending their names together (which the name-blending kind of ship-names TV Tropes says is called Portmanteau Ship-names)). im PRETTY SURE that Ask came from you but i cant find the Ask anymore, but, again, im?? pretty sure???? it was you?

anyway, if i recall correctly, you wanted an idea for Meryl × Vash × Wolfwood ship-name (that was idiosyncratic; as opposed to the Mashwood ship-name that is Portmanteau), and ive been wrestling with sharing mine for a while bc its a ship-name ive been using for my un-posted OC × those three, but it can be repurposed for your needs too. i should add that, for poly ships, i personally like to incorporate the number of people involved in the name. but the number 3 (as opposed to the original: 4) works in the ship-name i have. you can also ditch the number, if you want, im not your boss. or you can ditch this whole ship-name if you dont like it

but for Meryl × Vash × Wolfwood (× my OC) ive been using (DE4LOWERED) D3FLOWERED, or i guess just DEFLOWERED if you prefer no numbers

i guess you could keep the original number if you wanted to use Reader inside it tho

but yeah. that Ask has been on my brain for months now, re-popping up as i go "nah" and re-popping up again until i decided i could at least share what ive been using in private. again, you certainly dont have to use it. im not even wholly sure it was you since i cant find the Ask (but tumblr's search feature has always been garbage so im unsurprised i cannot find it)

if you were curious about some of my other idiosyncratic ship names for Trigun (to use or not use, im good either way) (tho, please note i dont use numbers for two-person ship names. so taking a triad (with my OC) into a duo (no OC) will not have a number like the above example of a quartet to trio does. you can feel free to incorporate Reader or your own OC to give the ship its triad-poly status again, i dont mind. regardless, im babbling)

My OC × Vashwood : BULL3T BOUQUET, or BULLET BOUQUET

My OC × Knives × Wolfwood: RINGING B3LL-FLOWER, or RINGING BELL-FLOWER (it's a pun on the media property, Ringing Bell, most famous for its 1978 movie by the same name)

i have a ship-name for every combo, but the duo ones (of OC × Canon) i dont feel like sharing at this moment because half the ship *is* my OC lol but my plot-notes feature my OC having a rose motif very often (for reasons that have plot relevance about her interests, i swear lol), which i leaned into heavily for the idiosyncratic ship-names overall theme since Trigun has that whole Plant element and whatnot anyway lmao rip (subtly is dead) but i hope (ASSUMING I AM REMEMBERING ACCURATELY THAT IT WAS YOU WHO ASKED FOR THIS LOL) this satiated your months-ago craving for Trigun Idiosyncratic Ship-names?? yeah. ill go excuse my multi-shipper ass now, have a lovely day lmao rip

-- Demx's 💗 Anon, or Heartfelt Anon, from way back (you dont gotta reserve the emoji for me here; id be shocked if you did, i just wanted to confirm i was me this time before someone potentially recognized me.. again lol)

first i want to say i am sorry for getting back to this so late! i have been very busy recently!!

it absolutely was me who was looking for idiosyncratic ship names!! i was from the age of fandom (or maybe the particular fandom??) that had quite a lot of them! specifically young justice in the mid 2010s? we had spitfire, museum heist, chalant, i think red cat? we had a ton! and i feel like i saw it in other fandoms for a bit too but it slowly died off!

i just loved how clever they were! i think i also remember at one point people also were rather poetic about ot3 names? i think i remember someone who used to tag their rey, finn, and poe ot3 content with “ot3: mosaics are just broken pieces” and that stuck with me too.

but i LOVE that you’ve shared your own poly ship names with your OC and so generously offered them up for what we know as mashwood right now!! i love the inclusion of the number too!! i feel like back in the day, id tag it like this “ot3: d3flowered” WHICH IS FUN!

i tried thinking of one for them along the same lines of the “museum heist” ot3 which was robin x wally x artemis from young justice…..which if you shortened their names would get robwallart…which then became museum heist! because of the play on the words their name formed, which looked and sounded like “robbing wall art”

so i was kinda trying to play with mashwood like that because their names together currently invoke like….a forest? marshy forest? couldn’t figure out something i liked but i did like the forest imagery, since their planet no longer has them and in ways, they represent a beacon of hope for the planet.

d3flowered is lovely though!!

also obsessed with your oc and other ship names too….thats SO fun. ringing bell-flower is really evocative. i love the thought you’ve put into this.

makes me want to come up with ship names for my reader ocs and these characters…..i feel like with wolfwood i at least have this reoccurring “hellcat” reader….

i do have one more closely tied to nai too…i so badly want to find the time to finish that fic.

but anyways thank you so much for all of this 💗 anon!!! it’s given me much to think about and honestly is so creative and fun!

i hope you’re doing well!! again, sorry for the late response to this!!

[cloudcountry]

good morning to you, lemon sharkie :O i have come to deliver yet another dream diary entry.

i saw some weird things in this one, so

tw for body horror, eyes, and scopophobia.

so this time, i woke up in an abandoned hospital, one of the worst places to be in in a dream, especially because i bear an irrational hatred for hospitals at night. even worse is that i was a little child again, not a good combo i tell you.

i had a flashlight and a piece of paper telling me to find my way out like how a horror game works, the other side showed the place i need to exit through. so, like the main character i was forced to be, began to move.

honestly the whole thing felt as if silent hills and the backrooms mixed together, creating an unholy combination of literally floored mazes and monsters. there were eyes on the walls, making these toe curling noises and just staring at child me on my way through the place. it was really uncomfortable and child me almost cried because of it.

when i was a few floors down, i saw this one creature that was twice the size of child me. it had the torso of a hellhound, legs of a deer, arms of a human, and a head of... something cylindrical and fuzzy. it was barely held together by a blackened string, oh and its supposed face was a black circle that made my head hurt when stared directly at.

and yeah, it saw me and began its chase. i think i had to run for at the very least an hour until i saw the exit, dodging its hands and the broken glass in the hallways. i did escape and wake up.

i don't know what to feel about it, honestly, im as lost as you do when you read this.

nutmeg thats an amazing dream and i LOVED reading this!! like im so sorry that dream happened bc that must have been so scary but holy SHIT that's so cool!!!

[in-my-feels-probably]

Hey you :) I saw your requests are open and had an idea for an Aemond x Reader piece. Not sure if you will do it since is a bit complicated i guess, but if you try, honestly, i will love you to the moon and back (i already do, but whtv :)) ) So I thought about this princess from a fictional house similar to the Atreides from Dune who are just ancient and powerful that gets Aemond's interest when they invited to King's Landing and his family already wants to betroth them because of what they bring to the table (badassery basically). The princess is a cunning warrior with red hair (maybe has a tattoo as proof of battle) and is said to be witchy because she is mysterious and also has dreams etc but she can be very fun also (like a combo of Aemond and Aegon kinda). She catches his attention and was curious about how you see their relationship develop, like how he approaches her, moments together and when they eventually confess. Sorry for the whole confusion and thank you!

hi, i do like this request a lot, but i’m gonna put it on hold for now. i’ve got a bunch of requests for aemond, some of them similar to this one, and im probably just gonna end up combining all the requests, including this one, into one big fic. i hope that’s ok, thank you for sending this in tho <3

[djarintreble]

You are not a burden

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

words: 2306

warnings: Hard of Hearing character (based on my own experiences as a HoH person), fluffy fluff, jokes about using the “disability” card, other lighthearted Blind and HoH jokes, this also comes from an AU my bestie and i made where Criminal Minds is lowkey in the same universe we’re interns with the BAU and she is with reid and im with matt oops maybe we’ll share more idk, vulnerability from the author (ew), matt being the absolute king he is

a/n: in which the author, me, finally writes a self indulgent piece. i had a really hard time deciding which perspective to write this in but i decided to keep it in first person because this is in fact something i wrote for myself. there’s no use of names so feel free to change the POV in your head. but i wrote this about my own experiences and it’s really a love letter to matt murdock. i fell in love with Daredevil because, for the first time, i saw a character who didn’t let their disability be a burden. it gave him his strength. that’s something i didn’t grow up with. so here is me being open about my own path and in a way, showing you just how i see matt. thanks DD for reminding me i’m not a burden and that you can joke and live with it instead of hiding it away and denying help. but also, sir you gotta listen to your own advice.

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My morning routine was quite simple…

Roll out of bed at 7am, threatening to throw the phone at the wall for waking me up at such a god awful time

Make my way to the kitchen where the much needed caffeine found itself

Start the espresso machine. Usually, I chose one shot, but today, even three wouldn't be enough.

Eat whatever I can find in the pantry because I most likely haven't gotten groceries in over a week (praying I refilled the bagel assortment).

Make my coffee; two shots of espresso, half and half, vanilla flavoring and a pinch of cinnamon.

Get dressed for work; Business attire was required however the boss never minds the occasional jeans with a cardigan combo.

This routine lasted a good bit and always left me ready to leave for work by 8:15am. However mornings with Matt never let me be punctual. This altered my morning routine just a tad bit.

Roll out of bed at 7:25 after finally ripping myself out of Matt’s arms.

Make my way to the kitchen, leading the blind to where the caffeine is (it’s much needed with the fact that we didn't get much sleep).

Start my espresso machine. Prepare to make two cups.

Attempt to impress my boyfriend by making a nice breakfast with eggs, bacon and bagels (never ends up having two of those options so we decide on everything bagels).

Get tangled up in Matt’s arms as we drink the coffee I made us (little does Matt know he always drinks out of a mug I got him that says “Handsome Devil”. It’s my secret).

Get dressed for work; decide on wearing a nice silk blouse with the pencil skirt because it’s Matt’s favorite material and he always has the cutest reaction to it “Silk? Good choice, you should wear silk more often. It's as close to your soft skin as it gets” and usually ends with him embracing me once more so I can't escape.

This morning was no different in the sense that it was 8:15 and I still found myself in the embrace of my boyfriend. His head was nuzzled in the crease of my neck, his favorite place as it allowed him to feel and hear my heartbeat more clearly, arms wrapped lazily around my waist. I had one hand on his back and the other in his hair as we slightly swayed back and forth.

“I hate when you have to leave while I’m here.” He mumbled in my neck.

“I know. I’m sorry, love. But it’s the same when I’m at your place. I don’t want to leave either.”

“You don’t have to, you know?”

“Have you met my boss?” I questioned, ruffling his hair a bit as I pulled away, intending to grab my bag. He gets what I’m trying to do and pulls me back in, this time my head is against his chest.

“I have and he loves me. Just tell him you have a meeting with your lawyer and it's important because he's only in Quantico once a month.”

“Pfft, who also happens to be my boyfriend. I’m pretty sure there’s something called a Conflict of Interest? Technically Foggy is my lawyer and I don’t see him here.” I pulled back again, kissing him in reassurance.

“Fine, leave me then. What else is there for me, a sad blind man, to do while his girlfriend is gone?” He placed a hand over his chest and pouted his lips. The pity party was amusing.

“Not the blind card. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Tell them I needed assistance making my way around town. I’ll sue them for denying me accessibility.”

“Smart choice, sue the FBI.”

“I’m a lawyer, sweetheart. I can win.”

“You're also the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and using the blind card will only get you so far. I work with profilers for a living, let’s not draw too much attention to that.”

“I’m not the only one who uses a disability card! What happened when you were in New York and you told Foggy I was too busy helping the Deaf to go in for work? I don’t think it’s fair.”

“Okay I didn’t say Deaf…”

“But you did say, “basically deaf when I don't wear my hearing aids'' which you were going to leave without them anyways.” He shrugs, a small bit of disappointment lingers in his voice and the tone changes in the room.

This back and forth was typical in our relationship. I lead the blind and he leads the Hard of Hearing. What a pair we make. I lost 40% of my hearing when I was a baby so I subconsciously adapted and made up for the sounds I couldn’t hear. The same way that when Matt became blind, he learned to use his other senses to make up for his sight so much that he can be more productive as a human being than someone with 20/20 vision. When I wear my hearing aids, it's almost as if I gained back 30% of my hearing. The problem however, I never used to wear them as a kid. I would take them out the second I got on the bus and would refuse any accommodations. I wanted to be normal. This created a horrible habit or lack of when it came to wearing them. It wasn’t until I met Matthew that I started embracing my impairment, but it didn’t mean old habits disappeared.

With a heavy sigh, I walked back to my room where my hearing aids sat. They were obviously charged as they haven't been taken off the charger in a month since the last time Matt was here. Taking them out of the charging pod, I placed them into my ears and tried to hide the grimace of discomfort shown on my face. The problem with not wearing your hearing aids often means when you do, the foreign object does nothing but give you discomfort.

When the speakers came to life, the world was louder. Now, I could hear the slight drone that layered over the city outside my walls. There were birds outside of the apartment that I didn’t notice normally. It was like the whole city was awake now that I finally mustered the courage to listen to it. It was almost too loud for me. It’s like if you lived your entire life on volume level 2 and all of the sudden it was level 8. It was almost too much to function sometimes because the sounds were overwhelming.

I could hear the wood creaking underneath Matt’s feet as he quietly entered the bedroom. Normally I wouldn’t hear him until he was right up behind me. It's a part of the vigilante boyfriend package. Coming up behind me, he put his hands around my arms and slightly caressed them. He knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed by the sounds around you. He just had more practice controlling it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just listen to my voice and take a few deep breaths. You just need to adjust.” It usually took a few minutes before this level of hearing would be comfortable. The discomfort would last about thirty minutes before you forgot they were in your ears.

“God, I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I try to act as if my hearing is not as bad as it really is. But wearing my hearing aids always reminds me just how shitty it is.” I laid my head back on his shoulders, a heavy sigh leaving my chest.

Denial was the easy route. I always took it. When I was younger, I’d refuse Close Captions and sit in the back of the classroom out of spite. I learned to ignore the bullying because theyre the stupid ones cause I’m not deaf, I hear perfectly fine. I hated getting called out of class for speech therapy. I always made sure I had straight A’s in class so teachers wouldn’t give me a second thought. If I wore my hearing aids, I’d style my hair down so they weren't seen. Denial was always the easiest route. Especially when you told yourself others have it worse.

“It’s shitty because it gives you a glimpse of what it could be normally. Sometimes I wish I was born blind so I never had a taste of what I miss now. Every morning when I open my eyes, part of me hopes I’d see the ceiling, or look over and see the sun glistening on your skin, maybe I’d even get to see your smile. It's easy to deny when you tell yourself you're fine. Sure my other senses help me see the world more clearly than most. But I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t stop me from praying to God I could see the sun rise one more time or see your face when you laugh. Man, I love hearing you laugh.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I held onto his forearm, trying to hold back tears. I failed. There it was again.

Others have it worse, who were you to complain.

“Okay well now I feel bad complaining to a blind man” you laughed, wiping a tear. Lighting up the conversation.

“You never have to feel bad. Your struggles are real struggles. It doesn’t need to be a certain level of extremity to be considered worse. Never compare yourself to anyone else. You always put everyone’s needs in front of yours and you are scared to ask for help or admit your struggling. Never be afraid to let me in and tell me what you're struggling with. I might not be able to take it away from you but I promise to always be there for you just like you always are for me.” I turned around and pulled him back into a hug. He happily accepted it, taking one of the curls from my hair into his hand and coiling it around his finger. An acknowledgement to the fact that he couldn't run his hands through my curly hair when it took me thirty minutes and a handful of gel to tame it for work.

“I love you, Matty.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed my temple and added some space between us. “What time is it?” My watch lit up saying it was 8:45.

“Shit, He is gonna kill me.”

“Again, we’re allowed to pull the disability card” He shrugged. I slightly punched his chest.

“Shut up, Murdock. You don’t have one. It was taken away from you when you became superhuman.”

“I’m not superhuman.”

“Sometimes you spook me out with the things you can do” I began walking back to the main living area.

“Like what?” Matt asked, following behind me.

“Like how you knew I wasn’t wearing my hearing aids without any physical proof.” I argued.

“I couldn't hear the feedback from the speakers when I hugged you earlier. They always make a really high pitch noise when I hug you if you’re wearing them. Your speech is less clear too when you don’t wear them. It’s not that noticeable to a normal ear, but you speak more clearly with them on.”

“Exactly! That’s spooky, that's a frequency only dogs and superhumans can hear.” I said, grabbing my bag once again and throwing it over my shoulders. I laughed off the comment about my speech as it was an insecurity of mine. I knew Matt meant well so it was a chance for me to not hold onto it. With a smirk that never seems to leave his face, Matt closed the space between us again.

“But you love me” he was almost singing the phrase to me. Swinging us back and forth.

“Yes I do, but I also love having a job. I will be back around six, okay? We can go to that Thai place you liked when I get back.” He kissed my forehead before giving me a peck on the lips.

“That sounds amazing. And hey… I don’t want to pressure you or feel like I'm getting onto you. I just know wearing them is a habit you need to create because it will help you not feel as stressed and burnt out all the time. It’s okay to depend on something that helps you feel better. I love you and I always want you to feel comfortable with yourself. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are kind. A disability is not a hindrance. You are not a burden okay? I’m a hypocrite I know. But you deserve the love you give me and everyone around you. I love you. Now go tell your boss about that meeting with your annoying lawyer, okay?”

Crying and laughing was not in my plan for this morning but here I was, wiping off my fresh mascara. I almost called right then and there and told my boss I wasn’t coming in. But tomorrow was my actual day off and i needed to go work and apply the words Matt told me.

“You always know what to say. You’re an angel, Matt.”

“Really? I’ve only heard the exact opposite lately.” His smile somehow got wider. The creases next to his eyes become visible. I didn’t see his eyes most of the time because he hid them behind his own shield.

“I love your eyes. Especially when you smile, Matt. I don't know why you always hide them.” Now his face was just as red as his glasses.

“Come here, sweetheart.” The kiss was so gentle yet so intense. A silent thank you.

“I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll hear you later.”

The time I had with Matt wasn’t much. Between the distance, my job, Matt’s job, Daredevil… We only saw each other once or twice a month. But when we are blessed with moments together, they never fail to make me want more. They remind us just how sacred the little things are. It’s so important to hold onto the people that care for you, don't judge you, and love you for who you really are. It’s those kinds of people that show you how to love yourself.

[xiaonesis]

Did you see the new fatui trailer??? What do you think? Because when I saw Dottore😭

I just did after this Ask actually hahaha I'm usually not very diligent in keeping up with new content releases due to time and I honestly missed more videos etc from Genshin than I would like to admit, but considering how much noise was being made abt the latest trailer (and of course to respond to this), I motivated myself to watch it proper...

The trailer was really nice, I always enjoy Mihoyo's videos and the way they put pieces together without fully animating the scenes; gives it a very storytelling kind of vibe but also, I had so many random thoughts and comments about things in the trailer fshjdbfjh

1- the entire thing gave me Kingdom Hearts vibes, especially with the chessboard commentary/scenes. Very KH3. Also the Harbingers here has the same energy as the Nobody's from KH3, only less cloaked and less chaotic (for now)

2- The lady(?) laying on the coffin reminds me of that one dood from Twisted Wonderland. Forgot his name.

3- a worker of Gringott's at 1:00 XD;

4- Baizhu in glasses...is that you Aizen Sousuke?

5- HNGGG I THOUGHT NEW WHITE HAIRED HUSBANDO (I dont have a type I swear) BUT THEN SHE SPOKE. But I would let her step on me still.

6- Childe, that cloak and scarf combo does not complement your torso at all. He looked like a minecraft block at first. Im sorry but just spitting facts.

7- Okay so, I dont read the Genshin manga but I have seen images of Dottore from it before and I didn't think anything of him/his design didn't appeal to me. But I can get behind the Dottore in this trailer.

8- Old dood looks like an older Vergil from DMC.

9- I love the castle turning to ice but also, Elsa fskdhbf

10- Love that the coffin is where they are gathered though. It'd be funny if they used it as a coffin table ahahaha

11- The burning tree reminds me of the scene from Warcraft when the World Tree burned and now I can't stop crying cause that broke my heart years ago. I am ready to be hurt again.

All in all, I am excited for the story to progress further and see what the Fatui are up to! I also really just want to play Scaramouche and then there is that Kagamine Len look alike from one of the very first game trailers OTL I honestly thought he/the twins(?) would be in this trailer at first cause I legit thought they were part of the Fatui LOL idk why

[olderthannetfic]

hi hi history-non again, sorry I know it's a very

ahem wide and girthy ahem

ask, and i'm sorry for not narrowing it down farther my brain is smooth as butter and the dart board, so to speak, is. big. i feel like im throwing my dart in the ocean of 'what i don't know' and trying to spear a fish who might speak to me like the queer elder i never ha d ;lkasjd;flkas damn you small conservative town ANYWAYS

i guess okay maybe do you have any favourite figureheads? whats your fave pieces of lgbtqa+ media (like books or shows?)

thanks again and sorry for.

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Lolololol. Yes.... it’s so... big...

In the 90s, the writers of nonfiction who I found really inspirational were Susie Bright and Kate Bornstein. My Gender Workbook was a classic. I gather there’s a new edition.

I was a massive, massive nerd, so my actual favorite queer book as a 14-year-old is one that will be a bit... uh... much if you’re not feeling very intellectual. It’s Third Sex, Third Gender: Beyond Sexual Dimorphism in Culture and History. This thing is a massive doorstop of a book that collects academic journal articles on third gender roles from various cultures. I was obsessed with this thing. Again, it’s academic journal articles, not popular nonfiction, so expect that level of impenetrable prose.

I was also a giant weeb, so I read a bunch of books on the history of gay sex in Japan. It’s pretty interesting how much people assume the “m/m sex = sin” shit was worldwide and how much it just was not.

In terms of fiction, I’ve always struggled to find f/f media I relate to. I really like the tv adaptations of Fingersmith and Tipping the Velvet. Lots of fucked up problematicness and gorgeous visuals. Gotta love the lady with the strap-on and the gold body paint!

For other queer media, I was a big fan of Velvet Goldmine and of Pedro Almodóvar’s older films, which are full of every problematic kink you can think of. They also have a lot of het I like, like the lady being coerced into sex (that she enjoys) by the drag queen who impersonates her famous mother she has a lot of mommy issues about... except said drag queen is really an undercover police officer. Just... whut. (All the “straight” stuff in Almodóvar’s films is also bugfuck nuts and often kind of queer.)

I really, really, really loved Crash. Not the shitty one that won an oscar: the car crash perverts one full of weird UST. There’s a ton of straight sex in this too, along with every gender combo and a laundry list of upsetting kinks. It’s just every kind of weird perv thing. (”Weird art film full of sex and problematicness” is pretty much the defining feature of movies I liked as a teen. I loved Kissed, that het necrophilia movie too.)

Stage Beauty is probably my favorite film for bi vibes. It’s this meditation on identity as the English stage was changing over from having men play women to having actual actresses. It ends in f/m, but it’s definitely a very queer film.

If you want slice of life stuff, I guess you could try Dykes to Watch Out For (the comic that’s the source of the bechdel test) or the Tales of the City novel series. These will both give you a sense of what was going on in certain queer communities in the late 20thC. If you want something relatively fluffy, Maurice is a historical costume drama with a happy ending. I found it awfully slow as a college student, but it does have naked Rupert Graves (Lestrade from Sherlock), so...

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See, this is hard to answer because I came of age and did all of my reading of that kind a long time ago. I pretty quickly moved on to fangirl media, which I have always liked a lot better than other arguably queer stuff. Back in the 90s, that meant Japanese stuff and fic. Later, I had access to more flavors of by-fujoshi-for-fujoshi media.

So my actual favorite m/m books are a bunch of “m/m romance” (i.e. American BL being sold as ebooks on amazon). If you want live action TV and fandomy vibes, you’re better off with Trapped (hot cop/mobster action!) or one of those Thai series about schoolboys or something than stuff made by cis gay men in the US.

I also came of age in an era when “queer” media was very Cis Gay Men And Sometimes Cis Lesbians with an occasional nod to bi people existing... maybe. Kate Bornstein and a few others were raising the profile of MtF transsexuals (the term in use at the time) who wanted surgery or even, gasp, maybe didn’t want bottom surgery in some cases. Anything about FtMs or nb/agender/etc. identities was practically invisible. I saw the term ‘genderqueer’ around a bit, but it was mostly in contexts that were very tryhard and unappealing to me.

(You haven’t given any details, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you’re like much of tumblr and the flavors of queerness you relate to aren’t so much the Cis Gay Men Only culture that makes up quite a bit of queer history and older queer media.)

I can tell you what I liked as a teen, but not everybody is into fucked up art films that may not have happy endings. I can try to rec things about queer culture in the 90s, but I probably don’t have great recs for way earlier or later than that... unless it’s so much earlier that I’ve researched it while writing fic of some historical canon or other. A lot of how I learned about queer culture myself was from magazines or from reading soc.bi on usenet or just from living through the 90s--not typically from books that are easy to unearth and just hand to someone now.

I tend to just not like anything in the contemporary romance or slice of life genres, regardless of gender and orientation, so while I’ve watched/read a bit more queer stuff like this, especially in the past when I had less access to queer media, it’s not a space I’m great at reccing in. And that’s unfortunate because a lot of that type of art gives you a better sense of what other queer people were like in other eras and/or it’s a safer rec than some bananas crazy BDSM film.

I was, and am, very kinky (though pretty lazy in terms of actual practice), so a lot of my reading and media interest was bound up in that also. Obviously, I was quite interested in the drawings of Tom of Finland or the photography of Robert Mapplethorpe, but are you going to be into photos of some guy shoving a whip handle in his ass? I love the movie Cruising... it’s about serial killers and leather and homophobia and is every bit as potentially traumatizing as that sounds.

I feel you on the problem of finding queer elders. There isn’t really an obvious way to go about this.

[cosmicbash]

this is hella specific but my personal sadistic liking i guess, but imagine kells and em were rough fucking and em goes too far and kells actually starts to cry in pain and takes a few seconds for em to notice but when he does, his whole personality does a 180° and he becomes the sweetest motherfucking thing

im not sure if u saw my post where i said i like crying kells/ soft em combo

When they first started fucking it was always rough. There was teeth, nails, blood, like the two of them were trying to tear the other to pieces just as badly as they were trying to meld their bodies together.

Eventually things started to even out, their fucking softened the same way their voices and touches did.

Actual feelings blossoming and a relationship rising from the scorched earth they liked to think their original beef had caused.

They couldn't call it hatefucking anymore, not when the hate was gone and something warm and scarily close to love had slithered in its place.

So now their sex was mostly normal, tinted with moments of softness or the rushed clumsiness of some spontaneous hookup. But, that didn't mean the roughness was completely gone.

They'd fucked that way in the beginning for a reason. It was good. Colson's nails cutting into his back or along his scalp to try and futilely pull on his short hair just felt invigorating. Like it lit a fire deep in Marshall's stomach that he'd long thought smothered.

They still fucked hard, and fast, just not as often. Sometimes after a nasty argument to get out the anger, other times just because the blonde came to him with that challenging glint in his eyes begging for a punishment.

Tonight was the latter.

Overall it had seemed like a perfect day, their voices soft and smiles softer over the course of a rare breakfast together and an even rarer lunch. The usually annoying call of a 'required' industry party appearance actually pleasing Marshall for once just because it meant he had an excuse to linger in LA, to publicly visit the same event as his boyfriend with little suspicion. Colson had stayed overnight to steal the whole day together in preparation. It was perfect.

So of course Marshall should have seen the devious little plan of his boyfriends coming. Colson always buttered him up before he got bratty.

It started with batted eyelashes and flirty licks of icing off some silly cupcakes, and ended with some other douchebag snaking his slimy presence into Colson's bubble. Stealing away attention that wasn't meant for anyone but Marshall.

The sparkle in Colson's last glance his way had announced the request for tonight's sex better than any words the blonde could have simply used instead.

So that's what Marshall gave him when they got back to the hotel room, a firm fist in the back of blonde locks. Colson's arrival an infuriating 20 minutes later than his own.

Per usual the younger rapper barely struggled, the glee on his face at Marshall's jealousy so much stronger than any desire he may have had to play along with a few feigned huffs.

It was hot, seeing Colson smile so catlike up at him with every rip of expensive cotton and snapped threads through Marshall's trembling fingers. He honestly didn't know if he wanted to strangle the brat or grab him like something precious. Colson just knew every button to press to get him riled up and angry. Teetering on the edge of real rage and violent jealousy that might have fucked up his marriage but somehow never truly settled here between them. Because looking into those sparkling mischevious eyes Marshall somehow always knew it was fake, that no matter how many times Colson and he played this game the blonde would never actually cross the line and cheat or hurt him.

The fire in his stomach burned white hot on nights like this. Where his hands could curl tight around Colson's wrists and risk leaving bruises both along them and the small of the boy's back where they sat pinned. Marshall's other hand roughly stretching open a hole he can tell has been fingered already in the car or maybe even at the party itself in hopes he would just bend it's owner over and force his way inside the moment they met back up. But that was a risk Marshall wouldn't take, not one where his assumption could seriously hurt Colson, no matter how many times he found the blonde already slick and ready. Because yes it was rough, and they still clawed at one another and bit mutual bruises along pale skin but it was also still more like making love than the angry hate fucking they'd had in the beginning.

Which is why as his hips snap in their rapid pace and his fingers cut into Colson's skin Marshall faintly notes the shift in his boyfriend's spine. Colson's still moaning, still rocking back to meet his harsh thrusts but theirs a silent thought nagging at the back of the older rapper's brain about it. Like there's something right in front of him that he just can't decypher yet.

The sex swamped part of his mind only urges him to go harder, reminds him of how his boyfriend has only come once so far and how utterly beautiful he looks overstimulated and trembling from a second uninterrupted orgasm. Brushing the blip of concern off as a moment of overthinking while he chases down his own release.

Marshall's eyes have slipped closed and his fingers tightened to that nail cutting grip when he hears it. The slight change in pitch to Colson's cries, not enough of a warning for his own hips to slow down. Not with how tight his stomach is getting and ready to burst his balls feel while he somehow finds the ability to speed up his fucking. Thighs clapping loud and fast against Colson's like he's going to fuck his way right through the other man. Increase his tempo until the seperate beats turn into one long ring.

Colson jerks beneath him then, not in his own release but away from his grip like the fire in Marshall's stomach has finally leeched its way outside to burn him. The usual chorus of "ah, ah, ah-" replaced by a wet sounding and higher pitched copy. Less pleause and more pain. Cutting through the older rapper's own roaring pleasure like a hot knife.

He's seconds away from coming. Just a handful more of thrusts and he could be pumping the tight hole clenching double time down on his cock full, but Marshall's heart has already dropped.

He's out of Colson in an instant, not caring how dizzy his own movements make him or how his cock throbs agonizingly for release. The fear bubbling up is too strong for him to care. "S-shit, Col, baby, I-I'm sorry-"

He's on his side, rough fingers now jarringly delicate as he curls around the blonde to pepper a dozen apologetic kisses along his shoulders. Careful as he turns Colson's flushed face to see the genuine tear tracks that have wettened perfect cheeks. A complete contrast to the harsh grab and jut of thumb into jaw hinge he'd done only an hour earlier on in the night.

"Shh, baby, I'm sorry, shh, where does it hurt?" There's a hundred different things rushing through Marshall's mind. Second guesses on how prepped Colson had been, how harsh his last bite was, on the belittling terms his dirty talk had included. What he could possibly do to fix the tear stained mess he's creates on his boyfriend's beautiful face.

"No-" Colson's voice is still tight, his eyebrows scrunched. "Don't-" a hiss and Marshall's stomach can't drop any deeper. But then crytal blue eyes are opening to meet his and the unmistakable sound of a bitter laugh is tumbling past Colson's lips.

The look shot is way sparkling with the request of forgiveness. "Just my hip-" And Colson's smiling at him, weak and sheepish like knows a reprimand is coming his way. The heavy wet weight of tears hanging on his lashes softening his eyes to emphasize that boyish charm the older rapper was smitten by.

His hip. The one he'd injured last week falling off stage and swore up and down to Marshall was fine all week. The brunette wants to collapse back onto the bed in relief and also smack his idiot of a boyfriend aside his head for terrifying him like that.

He settles in the middle with a sigh and soft bump of their foreheads together. Palm cupping Colson's wet cheek and eyes closing to thank whatever deity above exists that he didn't actually cross that invisible line inside himself and directly hurt Colson on his own.

"I love you." Colson's voice is still a little rough, still silently asking for forgiveness, and Marshall can't help but sigh again and try to smother that insecurity with slow kiss. Fingers softly skating through bleached hair and body rolling cautiously close to connect their skin.

"I love you too-" he sweeps away the salty tears with some scattered kisses. Fingers leaving his boyfriends hair to stroke down over the hot jut of unknowingly tender skin he'd been further injuring. "You idiot." The insult could be directed at either of them. Colson for lieing and himself for forgetting how dismissive his boyfriend could be of his own health.

"It- it wasn't that bad-" Marshall finds his mouth smothering an argument. Not interested in hearing the same childish defense from his boyfriend. Mentally he's already searching for the contact of his wonderful chiropractor to schedule Colson an emergency appointment and just how quickly he can get the precious man into a warm bath to soothe the ache.

[makingspiritualityreal]

Hello again, i hope you’re feeling alright & doing well today

I was reading about my Vedic chart, i usually use whole sign but am growing more interested in sidereal/vedic astrology. I have ketu and jupiter in the 5H with the ruler of both (aquarius -> saturn) lying in the 7H. I saw on another ask that we are not meant to possess or strive towards matters of ketu as it wont feed us spiritually, only on a carnal materialistic level. What other interpretations are there of ketu in aquarius and with it in the same house as Jupiter, does jupiter magnify the power of ketu or does it make it easier to ��thoughtlessly manifest” matters of the house ketu is in.

I have noticed, for perspective on me as a person, that when i go through a difficult ending in my relationships or anything difficult that leaves me depressed, my creativity is heightened and i produce my best work. I find joy in arts, writing, anything creative especially when im down. Or even if i have nothing to complain about, i rarely write characters that just have a simple clean life, they always endure some horrific struggle and maintain their core character through it all.

Sorry to make this so long but since the ruler of ketu lies in the 7H could my karma lie in my relationships? I had pieced together from my whole sign chart that i need to release the need to control (saturn) my relationships(7H) byway of being overly possessive of them(saturn in taurus in WS). Which is definitely accurate 😅but again im still learning vedic astro and i love your depth and dedication to astrology (one fellow scorpio rising to another).

Last thing, your post on accepting that you arent a scorpio rising but a libra rising in vedic and learning how to redefine those energies was golden. I felt the exact same way since i identify so heavily with being a scorpio rising.

I had a similar experience with house system preference. I also did whole signs -> vedic/sidereal, although I practice in my own unique, intuitive way. Still, understanding the Nakshatras was such a fantastic expansion, I wouldn't give up the wisdom that Vedic tradition opened for me. And I'm really glad my conclusion about the confusion that the change of signs brings when you start learning Vedic was useful to someone.

Your ask is long, so let's organise it a little bit. Not that I mind... #astrologynerdboner

1. Ketu and Jupiter are good to have in the same house and sign. If they're in the same Nakshatra, that's a stronger conjunction. It may take time for a person to master this combination, but it gives a significant level of depth and potential for spiritual growth, should the person choose to do their best. Jupiter infuses Ketu wisdom with positive traits, and Ketu adds extra depth to Jupiter. It's a mutually beneficial partnership.

2. With your combo, inspiration and awakening may come a lot through interpersonal relationships. It doesn't have to be romantic, it could be a friendship group you belong to, or people who share the same cause, anyone who mirrors that energy to you. Sitting alone and brooding to achieve enlightenment is not gonna work for you, someone is going to trigger that progress externally in your case, even if you need to digest it in solitude later. And since Saturn is involved, you will have to go through some obstacles, have patience and work for it to get to the benefits here. So your relationships may not last, initially, but then you learn from it over the years, expand and mature as a person, until things settle down after a lot of trial and error. Saturn likes it rough like that.

3. If you want more intel on the Nodes, go to my pinned post, I recently published two very long texts on how one should use their Rahu and Ketu. Generally, you should use Ketu talents to materialise their depth with Rahu for the benefit of humanity. So you shouldn't be stuck with either just Rahu or Ketu, because the key to using them well is balancing them out, and only a balanced usage of both Nodes gives fulfillment in life. Since Saturn is involved as a dispositor in your case, it will take time for you to get there. However, you have potential for being a leader in a community you care about.

4. Your creativity has a darker tinge again because of Saturn. For a Libra Lagna, Saturn rules the 4th and 5th house. These houses are the most fertile, creative spot in the zodiac, and we have Saturn sitting on both of them. All our creations are always either emo or just plain depressing, talking about people with issues. If protagonists of some creation didn't go through any difficulties, it would be boring and unrealistic. I'm the same, I even posted some of my poems on this blog, and angst is spilling out of them. We just can't help it, embrace it. Also, that very same Saturnian quality makes you create or work well when you suffer some loss, or a breakup, or pain in life. This year has been incredibly hard for me, and so has been the last one to an extent, and I spent this entire time conceptualising my work first, then learning more and actually materialising my efforts. Most people would probably break down and do nothing, but a person with a strong Saturn loves to find solace in tasks and work, so they turn to them when they're depressed. However, there is a level of sinking low, when you go past it, it becomes so bad you're not even inspired anymore. I've been there at some point, basically you feel so dead inside you can't even work or create anything. Don't wish that upon anyone, unless they earned it.

5. Your karma lies in your entire life. Every placement you have, you got because of karma, every person you meet is for karmic reasons. Saturn shows an area where you pay off your karmic debt in particular, but that doesn't mean it's the only area where you experience karma in life. Visit my blog, in the sidebar you have the link to my recent video that I posted on the subject of karma. I also wrote a post on the 7th house of mirroring, that you can find in my pinned post. Saturn being there will make people bring out a lot of shadow aspects of your subconscious to you. Relationships may be triggering. Still, it's a fantastic way to learn about yourself.

[cheolbooluvr]

so ill get to our big shared chonker of a message hopefully later tonight (sorry i'm taking a little bit with it! i've been weirdly busy the past few days), but i just wanted to respond to the shorter one + address the latest mission!!!

fun fact, you and i are in a very similar position with jun haha. i have a lot of wips with him too, but like, i've never finished a jun fic outside of short little one shots... which is quite frankly obscene because minghao has a word count dedicated to him that's literally more than everyone else in seventeen... I don't even know how many times more because my latest fic with him just reached about 50k... but jun is meant to be my second!!!!! i really want to finish something long with him 😭

still! I know you said its your fault but I will apologise for the confusion regardless! And look at someone who both writes and enjoys angst, no angst is ever too much hehe. there's a weird sense of catharsis in tragedy, at least my onion. I'm excited for how tragic things will get in your latest jun wip. A FREE ONE WAY TRIP TO SPAIN WITHOUT THE S... I LOVE THAT... BUT I totally understand! bittersweet stuff in general sticks with me longer than any other genre of fiction I find, because you continuously think about how they could've been happy but it didn't work out for x or y reason, or maybe even a combo. I'm so happy for you though, I know how good it feels to work on something that you can't stop thinking about, because I've got that fever myself hehe. and that's such an interesting way to write? I can never bring myself to write out of order so I always really admire those who can do it haha. I just never trust myself to remember what details I have established when if I do it out of order like that. Is that how you usually write your longer fics or is this one different?

YESSSSS I ABSOLUTELY AGREE... and he's expressed his desire to act so many times... pledis please... I'm begging u... he would be so good in a tragic drama...

omg I'm so dumb I have to share this with you but ??? I started watching it and I was like wait a minute why do I feel like I'm missing a lot of context... but it was still fun to watch all the characters interact (plus it made me tear up which like.... wowee)... but turns out I started on episode one of SEASON 2...... IM SUCH A FOOL.................. 😭

also! I don't know if you saw the next mission, but were you up for making a play list? I just thought I'd ask before I sent in any prompts!

- 😺 carat anon

HOLY COW I NEVER ANSWERED THIS I’M SO SORRY :(((((((

omg no worries! i have also been weirdly busy??? idk why but i hope you're able to get some rest soon <3

i'm gonna work my way backwards :D

re: the new mission - yes!!! i LOVE curating playlists, like LOVE IT. idk why but let me know any genres you like/don't like, anything at all and i'll do my best!!

OMG SEASON 2 HAHAHA that's so funny plz!! tho tbh, the nice thing abt hospital playlist is that there's no major plot but yeah, there is a bit of context you'll miss out on T^T i hope season 1 is going well tho!! it's kinda long if you're not used to it, but i promise it's super worth it :D idk if you’ve had time to watch anymore, but i’ve been watching it/catching up and it’s rly so good. i cried so much in like…ep 5 of s2? i think? idk one of those ones. but i just rly love how they portray the small things in life. it’s rly beautiful and so well done.

i think my favorite fics are actually angsty ones. i love happy endings for movies and stuff, but the fics that make cry and hurt are my fave?? kinda interesting, the contrast. but yeah, i think you’re right abt that, there are always those lingering ‘what if’s’ those angsty fics always leave you with T^T i mentioned this in the most recent ask, but i can’t write in chronological order rly, lol. i tend to just write scenes that pop into my head first, and then go back and piece it together. it’s tricky for sure, but if i try to move chronologically, i tend to get stuck. so i just jump around instead. and i did that w jun. i divided it up into 4 parts, and then wrote fcertain scnes and then went back to add what i felt i needed to fill in the gaps!! but not trusting yourself w the details, i literally did that w this fic. there are some inconsistencies but it’s posted now and i’m like…too lazy to fix it LOL. but maybe i will……..

wahh!! junhao have dedicated word counts!? that’s amazing. what are they?? :o if you don’t mind me asking ofc.

WAIT 50K WORDS OMG. I WAS JUST READING THAT A STANDARD NOVEL/NOVELLA IS LIKE ANYWHERE BETWEEN 50K-100K WORDS OMG. you’re so amazing, i rly respect you for that omg i would LOVE to hit 50k for a single fic T^T

anyways SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE WEEKS LATE I AM A DUMMY AND DIDN’T REALIZE I NEVER ANSWERED THIS KLFDJASKLFLSA

[petitepistol]

CHAIN OF SWEETNESS

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

this is hard because i have to separate elena from how she exists in canon from the elena i have built up for myself in my mind, so in the interest of brevity im choosing to focus on the canon aspects that deeply drew me to her to begin with and continue to feed my fascination and frustration with her to this day

ONE elena is a minor character. like, take her out of the story of the game and nobody would bat an eye. the writers dont really know what they are doing with her at any given moment, so she is this half formed mess of anachronistic traits. that can be really interesting and really challenging to try and flesh out, especially when you factor in how disconnected she is from even the characters closest to her and what those interpersonal dynamics must be like. even among the turks she is an outlier, new to the team and hellbent on diligently doing her job despite not having the same ghosts as the rest of them. before crisis tries to touch on that with her sister, but that just muddies the waters further providing conflicting motivations that they never really address. because, as stated initially, she is a minor character. and that means the exposition is something i have to do, not canon.

TWO despite being a minor character, from a mechanics standpoint she serves a purpose. her first appearance is there to give you an important lead on the big bad, her narrative purpose in the wutai subquest means you get both a party member and a forge fragile armistice with the turks. during the icicle portion if you get knocked out by her, she drops you off in gast’s house, which might mean the devs were using her to guide less skilled players into viewing missable but important lore. this extends to the compilation, where she is utilized off screen for the jenova head in a box debacle, and in before crisis to pad out the plot a little longer by getting kidnapped. from a game design perspective her existence is validated not by good writing but by being a deus ex machina and i have learned to love that as much as i hate it.

THREE she occupies a space where you can throw just about a billion tropes at her and it can work. people don’t usually realize this, but for such bit player you can do a lot with her. also if you wanna write snappy dialogue you can let this girl just say fucking anything. nothing is off limits coming out of her mouth, because there is so little to go off of and what data there is can be interpreted so broadly. that also means you can write her as downright sociopathic or as an unlikely altruist, leaning towards either of the extremes or staying dead center in the middle of the road. the only limitations are that of the perceptional biases of the writer.

FOUR that she is the highest level of the turks in game will never not make me ridiculously happy. i love that this so called clumsy rookie is the most difficult to take out in a fight with the rarest gear. if you wanna hear more about aspect that go here.

FIVE hnnnnng pretty girl who can kick my ass please step on me unga bunga

5 10 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

there are so many wonderful people i want to give accolades too that i often find it hard to do these kind of daisy chains, and even now im cheating by doubling the number. that still isnt enough, so to those who arent on this list i have to say i love you too but the powers that be and my own shyness turned off the mic before the speech ended

ONE forever amused by how both @makeupandmateria and @madamdirectcr are not only incredible to me as a player, but elena as a character. we are in love with this surprising supportive mean ladies coterie. swiftie plays an elegantly dubious scarlet to the hilt and manages to bring out the best in everyone. lottie brings an uncanny sensitivity to scarlet that makes you think while being so sweet and engaging outside of play.

TWO speaking of girls muses supporting other girl muses @heavenlyfighter and @cultivatxr are a dynamic duo and im lucky enough to be in talks with both of them. jessica plays a lovely tifa who has such a melancholy imbued to her strength while not only tolerating my flakiness but being so understanding, while phoe has had a perfect grasp on aerith for what feels like an epoch always letting that same vibrancy spill out into reality.

THREE so @animus-inspire and @urbdev-assistant are two peas of positivity in a pod and i adore them for it. one them plays an understated hero who has the capacity to do great good even when aligned with evil and the other has taken the adage about there being a great woman behind every great man and elevated an npc into a brilliant character. both are fantastic.

FOUR shout out to @missionheartcd and @rude-at-your-service for being not only the best coworkers elena could ever had but being consistently delightful out of character. not only do i want to play more with their characters, i also appreciate their support.

FIVE thank you to @warofthebeasts​ and @inanisvitae​ for putting up with my inexplicable affection for sephiroth. kevin is so patient with my persistent poking and prodding and you could not find a more passionate advocate for either character development or friendship than maria.

5  SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

these are mostly mine but may or may not apply to elena from some twisted meta perspective also this was hard because i have no guilty pleasures my tastes is flawless (this definitely applies to elena as well unless we are talking about her taste in men which is terrible lmao sorry im just bullying tseng he is actually pretty cool)

ONE you cannot have this type of lists without ABBA represented and while this is almost a lesser known track of theirs, i have liked it since i heard it in childhood playing through the records my mom owned. the lyrical content is very shinra-core and while i dont think elena ever dated a middle aged fat cat for money as a teen im certain she considered it

TWO as a kid i didnt like the indomitable miss spears because i bought into regressive attitudes towards female sexuality while not recognizing she was being exploited by the industry, but i have grown. elena agrees with the sentiment of “you better work, bitch”

THREE im not ashamed of my love of god queen shiina ringo but at the time i first saw this video i was not prepared for the gratuitous badass lady nurse on sexy female patient malpractice action it featured and that was what made it a guilty pleasure

FOUR everybody loves george michael and that includes me. this piece from his wham! era is almost too peppy, but i am an absolutely a sucker for imagining brutal fight scenes with anachronistically cheerful songs playing over the carnage

FIVE rounding things off is an obligatory recent weeb jam. well half of this combo is american but you know what i mean. i love the combination of classic funk and whispery vocals echoing into an unrepentant cry of “fuck you motherfucker.” coupled with the blonde in the video intercut with the OL being joyfully liberated by her train ride? elena vibes

Tagged: @madamdirectcr @animus-inspire Tagging: you!

[bucksbisexual]

okay so i really love you and your blog but im shy so im gonna talk to you over anon :') what did you think of the new episode of tgg? - 💌

omg hi love!! i understand being shy to talk to accs u like so it’s okay!! we can talk like this at the moment heh.

i saw this while i was giffing a scene of this episode so i wanted to finish that before answering this because i feel like it will be a bit lengthy?? idk,,

[spoiler: it got lengthy jkfksjf]

okay so, overall, i really liked the episode. we get a taste of the dark twist this season is going to have and i’m Really excited to see how it unfolds!! we also get to know more of the three new characters and the gifted xvi class which is appreciated since they’re for sure gonna be a huge part of this season! the new gifted kids look like they’re all nice (other than third and maybe that kid who talked after him in the classroom scene) so i have no doubts they won’t disappoint us and ruin the season (i mean, they’re literally all poisoned, not like they can do much rn lmao). time is such a sweetheart and he just helps everyone with his potential ;-; third is kind of a really big piece of shit rn but we can’t really blame him for what happened to time since it most definitely was the needle...... also Loving and Living for grace like that girl is unstoppable and the cutest girl ever even if she has the power to make Big Piece Of Shit third a trembling mess. i’m really curious to see what her potential will be since she slapped away the needle!!!! she seemed to sense something wrong so i’m sure that has something to do with her potential hehe

about the gifted family aka the gifted class we all love this episode, that’s a whole another thing. the korn being evil didn’t take me as much as a surprise since the gifted gays gc have been saying he was sus ever since i got invited so i was more like “oh shit they were right” rather than “oh fuck it’s him?!?!?!?!” but i was and still am very disappointed in him... he is the one who put the bomb last year and is responsible for being the one who hurt namtaan to the point of having to get surgery overseas so i’m not forgiving him any time soon. now, the other gifted kids? i would all give them my kidneys if they asked for them. they work so well together and i love how we see glimpses and little scenes of different combos between them, it truly makes you think they’re as close as a (healthy) family would be and it makes me so so so happy to see them being like that.

i can’t talk about this episode without talking about pangwave because How Can They Make Them Act Like That If They’re Supposedly Just Friends And Straight????????? the scene where pang enters the gifted classroom once again and wave smiles as he walks????? and then pang smiles even wider while looking at him?????? and wave is the only one with a brighter lightning than any of them???????? HOW IS THAT BROS BEING BROS????????????? sigh. also, pang smiling every time wave talks and when he bickers with ohm (his best friend, may i remind u) and when he does something he asked him to do even though he complained about it and when he somehow got darin’s laptop to work and when he finds out about important stuff and so many more times like Ugh how is that a bro thing no that’s a boyfriend thing.

and last but not least: mrs darin is a loser LMAO. she really tried to make a teenager do her dirty work but it didn’t work out........... loser behaviour right there lmaOOOOOOO. also how could the ministry (was it that??? idk i don’t remember these things) create something like that and give it to someone who would leave it in a highschool...... have they never been to highschool LMAO everything everywhere gets stolen. reason number 1 why i never brought money or anything of value (other than my phone and laptop) to my highschool, teenagers are the Worst

okay i think that’s it for now about the episode, sorry it got so long anon sjfhksfjhs

[abundantchewtoys]

HS Epi: Meat p22 reaction

So, John was doing something vaguely relevant to the plot.

Does that mean that whatever that was in the wallet for him to find, wasn't relevant? Or did Dirk really skip to a point in the future in his narration? I'd think that if a living person was captchalogued in the wallet, that'd be plot relevant.

If so, I wonder if it's more than one. But we're not likely to catch up with both Aradia and Terezi in one go. Also, I doubt Vriska somehow captchalogued herself in this wallet to escape the clutches of gravity. Well, except maybe if after reverse engineering the code for the wallet, she also alchemized a regular wallet besides the 8-ball/wallet combo.

But that makes me think of something else. I wonder what the max storage space of the wallet is... If it's functionally infinite, they have a functionally infinite singularity of questionable intent that might be in need of cleaning up at one point. :P Though it's doubtful.

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"You’ve been drifting so long that you’ve lost the ability to objectively judge time or depth or distance. It’s getting hard to think about yourself as an objectively limited being. The boundaries of your skin begins to thin and disappear." Oooh, is it the lack of milestones in that plane, maybe, that's causing this introspection? Or is it just part of his ascension to his ultimate self?

"If your perception expands beyond the meat sack of your body, then are you really an individual anymore? Why shouldn’t we become gods? Why shouldn’t we become one God." Sounds like something Dirk might say - I know, funny because Dirk IS saying this, in John's stead. Alternatively, if Alternate Calliope is really malevolent, this might be her motivation to devouring everything ever. She wants to become UNIVAC.

"You scrunch up your nerdy face and furrow an eyebrow. It seems you aren’t enjoying this train of thought." John's intrusive thoughts are next level.

"Sorry, dude. That’s what’s on my mind right now. I’m having a phenomenological debate in my third ear that’s way more popping than your little hero’s journey into the belly of a quarter-life crisis." For a minute I thought he meant he was debating this with Kanaya, but he put her on hold so I was like: :? Then I realized he said "third ear", I guess that's something akin to the mind's eye, in that he's currently using the narration for his internal monologue.

"It turns out you don’t have time to worry about the voice inside your head, because you hear one outside of it." Ooh! Someone living, one we expect to be out here? And there Dirk goes, burying John's emerging awareness again, for a moment.

"At first you don’t think it’s real." ... Please don't be Alternate Calliope.

"MEENAH: yo blue guy MEENAH: get the shell down here"OOOOOH! She's alive!! ... Well, no, she's still dead, but you know. She survived Lord English, and the Black Hole. Girl's really got spunk. So, that brings her back in the running for candidates for John to give the ring to. ... Speaking of. Did John just, like, shrugged off Lord English's tooth, or is the poison still in his body?

I'm glad we saw her, it means that more people could have survived that were around before the battle (alive or dead), as well as the B2 kids that died during the battle! But uh... What even is still sustaining their existence? I mean, the dreambubbles were created to house them, only Sollux was able to leave through mumbo jumbo class/aspect magic.

"Your whirl around, upside down. You look up, then down. There she is." Hah, yeah, no point of reference, no gravity, so indeed, she could have been every where, relevant to him, that's also why she shouted "down here"!

"She’s clinging to a random server beacon, looking a little the worse for wear but still grinning. You float on down to greet her." Tsssh, she located the server running the LE code??? What could they even do with that, anymore. (How did it even survive.)

At least, I'm guessing it's that server, not the server hosting Rose's walkthrough. :P

So yeah, uh, that server was connected to Doc Scratch's study. In the Green Sun. ... Has it become a non-letal shortcut to Alternate Calliope now?

"JOHN: thank god. i was beginning to think that no one else was alive. MEENAH: im not alive" Hah! Ba-dum tssh.

"JOHN: oh right. sorry. JOHN: i’m glad to see you, is what i meant to say. MEENAH: same MEENAH: i fuckin guess" Yeah, not many of her friends will be left, probably. If any.

"She narrows her blank eyes. Her mouth twists into a frown. Not quite a concerned one, but close enough. You’ll take it." Is she noticing John has become an adult? ... Or yeah it might just be general concern, the situation is alarming enough. I wonder if she knows about Vriska? And what that exactly means to her, 16-year-old Vriska probably being dead for good.

Oh boy, but this is so cool, she's got potential for just as much as the Condesce, who had ties to Lord English. I wonder if she'll be instrumental in the final stages of the epilogues, if Alternate Calliope ends up being the/a end boss.

Can't shake the idea I'd like her to end up on Earth C, but then she'd not have a good role to play in a utopia, I think. But then what is her role in the story from here on out, exactly.

"MEENAH: damn buoy ya look like S)-(IT JOHN: yeah, i know. JOHN: i suffered a mortal wound, and then i threw up on myself." He didn't get better so much as that he walked it off.

"MEENAH: waterboat lord english MEENAH: he bite the bullet or what JOHN: yeah he’s... JOHN: he’s pretty fucking dead. MEENAH: whale MEENAH: theres that at least

There is definitely that, at least." Must feel like an anticlimax to Meenah too, probably. She wasn't around to see the guy bite it that was responsible for their own universe being forced to be scratched.

"You were kind of hoping you’d discover a survivor you could have an actual conversation with. Not that you aren’t glad to see Meenah, but you don’t /know/ her, and she’s not who you were really looking for." Funny how Meenah grew on John so much, what with how she ran him through on at least two occasions. I was thinking at first John was looking for Vriska, but that's just an automatism, a left over from when John still felt something for her. Of course, I forgot about Jade.

"That reminds you. JOHN: hey, uh... JOHN: mee... JOHN: fish? JOHN: (christ.)" Is that supposed to be a fish pun in her name, him using one cause he knows she likes them? Or is it that Dirk may remember Meenah's name (hearsay, in his case, since he's post-retcon - then again, ultimate self), but not John. :P

"JOHN: have you by any chance seen jade around? MEENAH: who da fuck is jade"PFffff, hah! Now she gets a chance as well to broadcast her ignorance in the names of the people in the other parties. 'THEY'RE ALL NAMED CARLOS AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED.'

"JOHN: i mean, REALLY? JOHN: you don’t know jade?" The time she spent a lot of time dreaming in the dreambubbles was before the A1 trolls ever became relevant. On the three year trip, the indication seemed to be they just met a lot of A2 ghosts from alternate timelines in their dreams.

"JOHN: jade’s like, a big deal? JOHN: i thought you were kind of important too?" Well, different circles. Top of class vs. top dog on the play yard.

"MEENAH: you didnt even know my name dog" He knew you were an alternate to Betty Crocker, though. :P

"You’ve never been accused of having stellar people-reading skills. But even you can tell the look on her face says it all right now." Well, just be glad he isn't Jake, or even a death glare wouldn't suffice.

"JOHN: wait a minute. JOHN: do you even know MY name? MEENAH: uhhh" Pfffff, hah! Actually, valid question. What with how she referred to even her friends by last name (okay, that's because they weren't revealed yet), and had all those nicknames for them (and Karkat and Aradia)... Maybe she's just really bad with names.

"MEENAH: like MEENAH: joke? MEENAH: joke somefin" Wrong bespectacled nerd, but I can see why she'd mix them up. :P Close enough, though!

"JOHN: joke is my biological father. JOHN: i mean JAKE! JOHN: jake is his name." No, I think jokes might actually have fathered you. :P What with how he's a trickster and all.

"Halfway through this exchange, Meenah pulls out a small, clamshell-shaped accessory kit, and begins to file her nails." This is starting to turn into an awkward schoolyard conversation between classmates that don't really know each other.

"She almost dislocates her jaw by yawning the moment you mention Jake." Which is funny because Jake could've dislocated her jaw when he pounced on her when he thought she was past Condesce. :P

"You decide to do her, as well as yourself, the favor of completely ruling out the possibility of eliciting any valuable information from this person." No, Dirk, I do think she still has an ace up her sleeve, even if she doesn't even know it yet. But at least maybe now they'll acknowledge the server?

"MEENAH: i aint moved from this floatin hunger trunk lookin piece of shit since i got my bass kicked" Hah, yeah, it does look like a fridge, in Andrew's art style. :P

"JOHN: well, you’re the first i’ve seen too. MEENAH: oh" I wonder who she might have wanted to find, besides Vriska.

"JOHN: so what’s your plan now?" Don't think she has any left, now. You'll have to lead, Johnnyboy.

"JOHN: you just gonna hang around here, in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing forever? MEENAH: thats what ghosts is most good at aint they" It wasn't what she set out to do, initially, though! She hates inertia.

"JOHN: you don’t have to stay here. JOHN: i can take you back with me, to my planet." Aha! It would have all sorts of implications, of course, since she didn't "win" by any measure. So the victory state would not account for her presence. It won't happen just yet, of course.

"Meenah stares at you for an uncomfortably long time. She looks you up and down, like she’s making certain calculations. On the one hand, spending infinity clinging to a fridge-like space computer circling a black hole sounds like a drag. On the other hand, will her coolness and street cred be able to survive any prolonged association with this dumb blue nerd? That’s what she could be thinking, you think. You hope not though, because if true, it would hurt your self-esteem." I give Meenah more credit than that - her attitude is part of a facade - but she could indeed be thinking exactly that. On the other hand, she might actually genuinely not know if he's "fo' real", one, and two, what she'd even do on his planet. ... Also, is John really asking a girl over to his place? He truly IS an adult. :P

"She finally appears to make up her mind. MEENAH: naaah" Hah, as if it's a drag for her. And what's her motivation then?

"MEENAH: ok for one thing genius MEENAH: im dead" Well, that's not a problem, though she wouldn't know. John still has the Ring of Life with him. But I wonder what the other reason is.

Hah, Blaperile points out that Meenah at one point told John specifically not to give her the ring, cause she didn't like how she turned out as Condesce. Right, she might think living is no longer her thing. Which is hilarious for a Life player. Still think John might make the proposition.

Also, she thinks she might not fit in with the others, but she doesn't have to worry. They're all disasters, one and all.

"MEENAH: i wont even last on your planet ill just like MEENAH: fade away or some shit MEENAH: i dont know what happens to ghosts in real places actually but ima guess it goes somefin like that" See also: what ever happened to Aranea after Game Over. :P

"MEENAH: anyway while you was floatin there i came up with my own plan" ? There's not a lot of options here, really. The Black Hole... Mugging John... Lazying about...

"JOHN: what is it? MEENAH: cmere MEENAH: gonna whisper it to you" Option A) she screams. Option B) she mugs him for the ring. Option C) she'll stab him again, assuming he's another hologram self.

"You lean in rather credulously, and bring your ear toward her cupped hand. MEENAH: (nerd)

You pull back, unamused by the prank. What is this, you think. Fucking amateur hour?" Hah, chances are high she just swiped the ring. Or the wallet. Once a Thief... But heheh, still funny how Meenah likes to prank. Seems like Condesce and Sassacre really found one another. :P

"MEENAH: reel cute you wanna be my savior blue boy MEENAH: but the fact is you already helped me out MEENAH: got everyfin i need from you MEENAH: sea ya round sucker! 38)" She putting the ring on now? But uh, she'd spawn on Earth C, right? Or right there?

"She’s laughing her ass off. Before you can react, she jams the button down on the beacon and opens the server. She jumps into the hatch and the door snaps closed behind her." ... What! WHAT??? ... She's not in cahoots with Alternate Calliope, is she? She might just be trying to defeat the end boss herself. At least, if the server still leads to where the Green Sun used to be.

"Oh shit." ... It doesn't lead to Dirk now, does it?

"I think I know what just happened. You might want to check your pockets." So, if she took the wallet and not the ring, that means what's inside the wallet is relevant to the plot!

"Sure enough, it’s missing. The Ring of Life you stole back from Aranea has been re-stolen. Bitch just picked your pocket. You got played, man." Wow. So she's actually decided to go through with getting resurrected. ... Although it could actually be for Alternate Calliope, but then what would even the implications of her resurrection be?? It would be a parallel to how Condy worked for LE. But if there's two alive Calliopes that ended up on Earth C, I suspect there might be an impersonation at one point.

Yeah, so if both wear a Ring of Life/Void... Maybe that'd have funky repercussions as well. Not to mention they're both versions of the same "ultimate self" - although 'our' Calliope's not a god tier, there might be a bleedover again, like with Jade. But Alternate Calliope might want to dispose of Calliope, if she wants to become the only version of them. Then again, she did specifically tell her other to go and enjoy life.

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I wonder if it'll become relevant at any point that having everyone in the dreambubbles follow you would supposedly grant you the boon of resurrection. Since there's so few people left out here, it seems like it could have become a feasible thing to do. In fact, it might be that this is represented by Alternate Calliope's resurrection, if events really play out like that: Meenah might be the only other ghost left. Unless there are still the other A2 ghosts we're missing, from the character list.