#IS THIS ALSO TYING IN WITH MY FRIENDS HAVING NO FAITH IN ME

[jayniks]

SEX NOTE SERIES

So, I decided to do this series to celebrate my 300 followers. You can ask me to add any idol + the situation, whether male or female. The final chapter will be sunoo, regardless of which idols come first.

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SEX NOTE (l.hs)

After discovering the magic book, you tried to "test" it to see if it was true, you thought nothing would happen until you heard a chuckle behind you.

WC . 2.3k

PAIRING . Idol!heeseung x normal!reader

WARNINGS . ft. Jake Sim, if you saw the anime don't read this because it's not a faithful adaptation, sex (mdni), oral sex (both reciving), boobjob, boobsucking, playing with nipples, 3 rounds, sucking fingers, cum eating, dirty talk, spit play, foreplay, lmk if I missed anything else

Read here.

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2,3k

PAIRING . Rockstar!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, a little cuck!jake?, mentions of Jake's mom and Jake himself, magical appearance, chocking, a little filler just like in the original series, degradation, tying, unreal themes, a bit of noncon?, squirt, curses, let me know if I left something out.

Read here.

SEX NOTE (s.jy)

Your friend is jealous that, thanks to the book that HE gave you, you no longer pay attention to him, so he writes to you in that notebook in a fit of jealousy.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . childhoodfriend!jake x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (f receiving), lots of kisses, assjob(idk if it's called that), manhandling, spanking, let me know if I missed something

Relase date: after jay.

SEX NOTE (p.sh)

you carried that notebook everywhere, even to your doctor's office. you were in the middle of writing something when the doctor interrupted you, taking the notebook out of your hands.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . doctor!sunghoon x pacient!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), a little cnc if you think about it, teasing, fingering, masturbation (f receiving), creampie (the sword must have a sheath), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jake.

SEX NOTE (y.jw)

you wanted to know if it would work to create a fictional character from your mind, but when it was time to think of the name your cat jumped into your lap and ruined everything.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . HEAR ME OUR FIRST, I'M NOT A FURRY, READ FIRST cat-to-human!jungwon x owner!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), weird situation (HEAR ME OUT), pussy eating, nip licking, sub!won, lots of whimpering from wonie, mentions of "mommy", let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after sunghoon.

SEX NOTE (l.jn)

after the situation with your cat, you wanted to test what would happen if you did the same with your mother's old magazine.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . 90sModel!jeno x normal!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), unreal situation, cum on face, spit kink, eye contact, slapping, p in v, no protection but cums outside (never do that), let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jungwon.

SEX NOTE (k.js)

you had been on a week-long streak without using the book, a streak that was broken when you went to buy a coffee for your friend (oh, remembering Jake...) and saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bartender!jongseob x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), seob is a bit depressing, it's also a bit perv, facial, nipple licking (not the ones you think), sex on the table, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeno.

SEX NOTE (y.jm)

you were liking the massage too much, why not improve it?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . massager!karina x costumer!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), body caressing, dirty talk, rubbing, fingering, cum licking, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after jeongseob.

SEX NOTE (n.rk)

you were tired of your bully and his temporary girlfriend making your life miserable, so why not take revenge on both of them and get something in the process?

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . bully!niki x student!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), niki is really mean, oral sex (m reciving), anal, fingering, some hickeys, infidelity, squirting, let me know if I missed something

Relase date: after karina.

SEX NOTE (k.sn)

you shouldn't have been greedy, you shouldn't have to carry that stupid book everywhere, now you lost it. and the worst part? it fell into the wrong hands, now you're fucked.

WC . 2k~3k

PAIRING . nerd!obsessive!classmate!sunoo x oblivious!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), probably cnc, ropes to tie you, pussy eating, thigh job, creampie, cum eating, let me know if I missed anything

Relase date: after i posted all.

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You were in your room procrastinating when your best friend, Jake Sim, came into your room throwing you a gift and then leaving as quickly as he arrived. You rolled your eyes at his action and then proceeded to open the gift. It was very badly wrapped and inside there was... a fucking notebook? You opened it to see what was inside. The cover said "sex note" but inside there were a few pages of rules and many more empty ones. The rules were:

• The human whose name is written in this note will appear to fuck you.

• This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face in their mind when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.

• If the way they fuck is written within 40 seconds of writing it, it will happend.

• If the scenario is not written/specified, the person will only appear to fuck you in missionary.

• Minors are totally prohibited, if you write the name of someone under 18 years and 6 months, you will die of a heart attack. The same applies to animals.

OK? weird...

[saintobio]

OK OK OK OMG I FINALLY CAUGHT YOUR ASKBOX OPEN YAYYYY!! But also...

Ummm.... Yeah no maybe it's my fault for opening my mouth xdxdsdgadvd (also for some reason it wouldn't let me take a screenshot so enjoy these shitty pics I had to take from my phone 🤡)

It's a side tangent but since you came back with sn, one of the most fun things have been to theorize and see other people's theories hehe. I honestly read sy so long ago and it had such an impact on me, so seeing you and honestly everyone back here; talking about series and excited about updates makes me feel so giddy and at home. It's been a while since I've had so much fun in a fandom XD

Ok now back to the ANGST, I want you to know this was my reaction the whole time,

I was honestly scared of even reading the chapter but my GOSHHHH.

It was honestly so refreshing to see Satoru finally acknowledge what y/n means to him and no matter how much he tries she might still be the most important thing to him in the end. Honestly it was a cathartic moment they both needed at the lake but still 😭 my heart is hurting so much for them. To finally stand face to face and acknowledge the hurt, to hold each other 😭😭 They both really needed that. I might just be looking too much into it, but when Gojo threw his ring in the ocean y/n was able to get it back (even if geto was the one who found it) but when y/n threw the last part of Gojo; the necklace into the lake, he went after it but didn't get it back... it sounds like symbolism for something that I am not ready for

It was honestly so refreshing to see Satoru finally acknowledge what y/n means to him and no matter how much he tries she might still be the most important thing to him in the end. Honestly it was a cathartic moment they both needed at the lake but still 😭 my heart is hurting so much for them. To finally stand face to face and acknowledge the hurt, to hold each other 😭😭 They both really needed that. I might just be looking too much into it, but when Gojo threw his ring in the ocean y/n was able to get it back (even if geto was the one who found it) but when y/n threw the last part of Gojo; the necklace into the lake, he went after it but didn't get it back... it sounds like symbolism for something that I am not ready for TvT

They are both hurt, they are both suffering without each other; but they also suffer when they are with each other. TvT

Also, I understand Akemi's reaction but bitch 😭😭 Don't you realise this is exactly what y/n felt when you slept with Satoru. Her avoiding y/n to not make her angry or trouble her, I understand; but it just seems to me that she's making excuses to lessen her guilt and run away so she doesn't have to see what she did to her best friend. LIKE SHE'S SO FRICKING EAGER to play house with Satoru and when Sachi called her mama she was overjoyed. It's just so... sus. I might understand her but I lost all respect for her when she decided to betray her bff. I would never understand women who choose a man over someone who's been there for them through everything. I just think she's taking the whole "I can fix him" 🤡 thing too seriously but idk at this point.

And Satoru how THE FUCK DO YOU KEEP FUMBLING THE WOMEN YOU LOVE SO BAD. If you are gonna be an asshole atleast do it right!? I so badly wanna believe he only ran after Akemi to check on her and explain everything but... I just don't have enough faith in him now :<

I feel SO BAD for y/n. Girlll 😭, I don't even know what to say but I can only give her this message-

(My asks always get so long so quick, sorry oof. But SIDE SIDE TANGET- I ABSOLUTELY LOVED RIDE OR DIE. I ATE IT UP FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH AND DINNER OH GODDDD. I was a certified Sukuna!hater but you have changed my ways... you have brainwashed me into falling head over heels for that gremlin xd the brainrot rn is so bad- like MOVE ASIDE GOJO)

thanks so much for sending this ask. yayy you finally made it to the askbox on time !! :’D and this was such a fun read for me. ty for sharing <3 it’s always nice to see such long asks abt sn/sy bc the theories and analyses are all so great, like how do u guys come up with those? they’re so detailed too!! 🥹

i agree i think what makes sy11 impactful is bcos it took so long for gojoyn to be honest with each other, only for it to crumble down the next day bcos of their trauma, external relationships, and distrust with each other 💔 like so close yet so far

and ooh interesting analysis on akemi! i like how you juxtaposed her reaction to gojoyn versus yn’s reaction to catching gojokemi. there’s definitely a big difference there :> but i won’t say anything more to avoid spoilers hehe

lastly, rod! omg thanks for reading, i thoroughly enjoyed writing it i was giddy the whole time !!! but same bb same that gremlin has me on a chokehold too 😆

[general-cyno]

Something that fascinates me about Zolu is how the relationship is full of opposites (pirate and pirate hunter, god and demon, two kings in their own right) and at the same time is clearly about complements (sun and moon, captain and first mate, king and knight, devotion and faith). I really feel that Zoro walks a fine line in which he can be an equal for Luffy (starting from their similarities in things as simple as their lack of orientation, the indomitable will that the two have that separates them from the rest) while still being his second, his right hand, one of his wings and, in my opinion, the cornerstone of his crew. It's a relationship that could be of rivals or equals or enemies or lovers or best friends or...

I don't have much to add bc you laid it out perfectly but YESSS! their relationship is just so good from all the different angles you can view it from, and the multiple layers it has despite how simple or effortless they make it seem when interacting with one another. I'd also say though it's perhaps a little contradictory? that zoro and luffy understanding and complementing each other as much as they do (despite some of the thematic opposites they have as well) is exactly what allows zoro to stand as his second and find purpose in following/tying his own dream and goals to luffy's instead of just striking out of his own, just like it allows luffy to trust and rely on him the crazy way he does in turn.

tbh when it comes to these two I don't really think them being equals or not has to do with strength. ultimately, luffy will always be as strong as the plot needs him to be and stronger than his crewmates and fellow captains in the kind of raw fighting power he excels at against the enemies he faces. any other weaknesses or shortcomings he may have or whatever battles he can't fight bc he's focusing on the local biggest bad - that's what the straw hats and the allies he's made along the way are for.

BUT. for example, the one person who's absorbed luffy's pain and exhaustion in the most literal and physical way possible, all while protecting the entire crew but especially luffy himself as well, is zoro. and the most recent chapters have only highlighted how special this is, from kuma's pov, even though it's been years (within the story and irl) since it happened.

roger and rayleigh are also a good point of comparison imo. ray's basically known as a legend second only to roger himself and he was still very much his partner, no matter if roger was technically stronger. now, for crew dynamics reasons I don't think zoro and luffy will directly call each other the same but there's very obvious parallels between these four so there's that too.

[maltesejjong]

What’s up hoes, I’m back at it again lmao. Here’s a little lixie Drabble I wrote last year🫶🏽

Tbh this one kinda hurt. Not in a “why did I write this way” but in a “how dare I portray sunshine this way” and honestly I’m not proud of it. But I was going through a shit period of time and was really hurt and needed to make that hurt known. People always assume I’m some happy go lucky person who never gets mad or wronged and I needed my pain portrayed through some sunshine’s. Please don’t hate me for this

On the Other Side

Warnings: MINORS DNI. Pwop, cream pie, unprotected sex (oh god don’t do that y’all), fingering, piv, cheating (also don’t do THAT guys stay faithful please please please), i think I got everything? Lmk if I missed smt

Summary: Chan is absolutely smitten with his princess. Little does he know that his business trips leave opportunities for his heart to be crushed… by his best friend.

tags: @linoalwaysknows ty for being so enthusiastic about my post “What’s Rwally Going On” and, of course, credit where credit is due, thank you so so much to @lixiesfreckless who started off posting one shots on instagram (insta is @/lixiesfreckles_) and was a massive inspiration both for me as a writer and for this specific piece, which was inspired by “Deep”, which is on her insta hall go check it out!!!

Wc: 1792

Requests are open as always ^^

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"Relax, baby. Just let go."

You clench your fists, desperately fighting the sounds struggling to escape. "Fe- Felix," you stutter out. "I- I'm...ah, Lixie!"

"Shhh. Calm down, angel. It's alright."

But it's not. And you both know it.

This can't be happening. Not again. It's becoming more and more frequent. You tried. You really did.

But..

"Felix," you try again. "I can't-"

"Just try, baby. Please? Just a minute longer."

He never asks for much, always making sure you're taken care of in every possible way first. And it isn't just the sex.

If you're up late, somehow he'll know, like intuition, and he'll be calling and texting relentlessly, telling you to go to sleep. When you're feeling sick, he arrives on your doorstep with drunken noodles and fried tofu, just happening by.

When you're lonely, well, he's only one call away.

And, of course, you're usually all alone these days...

"Fuck!" You exclaim, jarred out of your thoughts as he abruptly twists his fingers, hitting your sweet spot in a way that's almost cruel.

But it isn't. It never is.

You force your mind to wander, to recall song lyrics and recipes, anything to distract yourself from the feeling of Felix's fingers sliding out of you, then back in. Again and again.

"We shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this," Felix pants, looking at you through ashy blond hair.

"But we are," you reply through gritted teeth as his digits stretch you out more than usual.

How did we get here? You think to yourself, your legs shaking so hard, you're positive that his fingers alone will leave you unable to walk. His tiny hands with his tiny fingers that work magic on you.

You bite your lip, trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity you can salvage, knowing your neighbors are still home. Every last inch of you begs to release, to be as loud as you can, to become as undone and fucked up as you possibly can.

But no.

You can't let that happen.

Besides, you know from experience how long Felix can last. You tell yourself that there's no rush.

Yet the thrill of being caught makes everything so much more intense. So much more rushed. So much more fun.

Almost so much more worth it.

"Y/n," he hisses desperately, "shhh. You need to..."

You can't help it. Whatever noise you're apparently making, you have no control over. When you re together, this boy does things to you that you can't even begin to comprehend.

He doesn't deserve this, you tell yourself. And, I guess, neither do I. It shouldn't be like this.

You bite back a whimper as he pushes his fingers deeper. "Felix," you pant, "hurry up, I can't..."

Nevermind the familiar fear lurking over your shoulder.

You know that he doesn't want to rush any more than you do, a fact that he confirms by slowly pulling his fingers out and languidly cleaning them off, the look in his eyes as his gaze locks into yours driving you insane.

He raises his eyebrows, questioning. You press your lips together as tight as you can to keep from begging and keep your response to a firm nod.

He takes his time, kissing his way down your neck, all the way to the inside of your thigh, then back up again. Your body reacts on its own, your back arching as his lips travel up your stomach.

You're so consumed by the feeling that you don't even notice him line up and slide into you. Something that you've found goes smoother if you're distracted.

The second you realize that he's in, your mind races about, trying to grab onto something to keep your mind busy. Kittens. Math. Random Korean and Spanish vocabulary. Anything to keep from yelling as loud as you can as his hips continuously bump gently into yours.

It's a stolen moment. Yet another to add to the ever-growing list. Another thing that should, in theory, weigh on your conscience.

But it doesn't. How can it, when you're digging your fingers into Felix's platinum locks, feeling him groan against your lips. How can you think of the consequences when he's making that sound, bordering on a whimper, your name escaping his clenched teeth?

Exactly. You can't.

Your fingers leave his hair, trailing down his biceps, making him shiver. Your nails press into his skin as hard as you can, desperate for some purchase.

"Y/n. You need to relax, baby." Felix knows that you're going to that place in your mind where you start overthinking, panicking, and, as you've been prone to in the past, hyperventilate. "Hey." Не stops and cups your chin in his hand. "Breathe, okay? I won't-"

"No!" You blurt. "I'm- I'm fine, I just..."

"Y/n."

"Felix," you say firmly. "If you don't keep going, I swear to God, I will make you. I'll be fine, okay?"

He swallows and nods.

"Just.... Slower for now, yeah?"

He obliges, and you take comfort in the fact that, eventually, you aren't the only one making so much noise.

You shouldn't be.... The twisted mess of it all, the backwards guilt that claws your stomach, how messy this situation is.... It's all chased away by Felix whimpering your name, the way his voice pitches, contrasting starkly with his deep Australian tone. Ironic, but running circles in your mind around the whole thing is what helps you calm down and stay quiet. Well, mostly quiet, anyways....

"Oh, God," you moan quietly. Your voice pushes him further, and he increases his pace, his hips hitting yours harder. "Lixie.... Oh, fuck."

"You're doing great, angel. Just a little...." His voice is strained, and you chance a glance at his face.

Hair falling in his eyes, which are dark and seem slightly unfocused, but you know better. He's sweaty, panting slightly, his lips dark pink, flushed from feverishly pressing them to your skin.

Why does this time feel so much longer than every other time? There's a sense of foreboding in the air, and you don't like it.

You feel him shudder a little and force yourself to focus.

"Y/n, you need to relax, kitten." The pet name, the way his gravelly Australian accent drags over the word, makes you whine and clench painfully, causing him to gasp. "Y/n," he gets out, clearly fighting to hold on, "I- I won't last unless you relax."

"I'm... trying..."

It's no use, though. You're too uptight, and everything that usually calms you just turns you on even more until Felix can't take your reactions anymore. In no time at all, you've both ridden out three separate highs, and made way more of a mess than the short span of time warranted.

"Felix." You both know you should be wrapping up, but you can tell that he still isn't done quite yet.

"I... I need a little bit more time- uh! Oh god. Y/n - I can't..."

"What can I do?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, lips pressed together tightly.

Stimulation, you think, that's what will help. Just thinking about what's going on down there makes your stomach squirm pleasurably, sending you clenching tighter and tighter

Felix groans.

"That's it, Lix," you say in a sultry tone, knowing that the only physical thing you can do for him is happening automatically. Vocalization always gets him. "Come on baby," you say breathlessly, "give it all to me."

"I'm doing-"

"Shhh." You cut him off with a kiss. "Just let it all go," you coax, dragging a nail down his chest. "Don't hold back."

A shudder runs through his body, and you watch with satisfaction as he moans loudly, his head tipping back.

Almost there.

You lean forward and press your lips to his throat, feeling it vibrate as another strangled moan escapes him. "Come on, Lix. And here I was, thinking I'm the naughty one." What is wrong with me? You think. Getting turned on by calling myself naughty? Your walls somehow manage to clench even tighter in response.

"You are," he gasps. "Y/n- I'm gonna- nngh!"

He practically bends backwards, his body shaking hard before he falls heavily forward, clinging to you like you're his lifeline, and you know that he's done.

"Better?" You ask quietly.

"Perfect," he whispers, pulling you into his chest.

You let the warmth of his body comfort you, despite the pain gently pulsing in your body. His breath in your skin distracts you from the worry spiraling throughout your mind.

You drift off at some point, listening to his rhythmic breathing, savoring how impossibly right it all feels.

You wake up an hour later to your phone ringing.

You answer without bothering to check the caller ID.

"Hey, pretty girl."

You freeze.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Maybe," you say, trying to suppress your rising panic. You feel thankful that the voice on the other end of the phone is on the other side of the world.

"Oh. Sorry about that." His accent makes the "o" in sorry sound like it does in sore.

"Oh. Um... you're fine," you lie.

"Everything alrigh', baby?"

You fumble with the blankets, trying to escape from the overheated confines and wiggle out of Felix's embrace, careful not to wake him.

"Yeah. I'm just not feeling the greatest." True enough. You feel sick with anxiety and guilt. But not for the right reasons.

"Oh. I'm sorry, angel." You practically cringe, the word feeling foreign unless it's coming from Felix's mouth. "I'll let you get back to sleep then, love."

"Oh. Okay, then."

If he thinks there's something off in your voice, he doesn't say anything. In fact, he probably just attributes it to you apparently being tired. You check the caller ID, praying that this is some sort of fever dream. Of course not. Your screen says

💙🐺Channie🐺💙

You close your eyes as he says "I love you, y/n."

A sour taste pervades your mouth and crushes you with guilt, the betrayal weighing on you, but not the betrayal to him, as your finger hovers over the red "end call" button. You hesitate slightly before telling him "Love you, too."

Staring at your back screen, you think, But I don't.

Not really.

[storywriter007]

hii could u pls do a leo valdez x daughter of nyx!reader ? :)) ty and take your time!!

also your other leo valdez fic doesnt show when u look through the tags 🤔

I'm Always With You - Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

author's note: (i re-added the tags, so fingers crossed, it'll work now.) anyways thank you for the cool request!

warnings: kissing, feelings of inferiority, leaving

genre: angst but it's kind of fluff

word count: 679

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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send me requests here!

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leo stood on the deck of the argo ll. cool wind flew through his hair as he leaned on the railing. he silently admired the stars that covered the sky.

everybody was with somebody right now. jason was with piper, percy was with annabeth, and frank was with hazel. this was him; the loner, the odd-one-out, the seventh wheel. he'd accepted it.

reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a device he hadn't used in years. the brass of the small item felt cool against his warm skin. he turned his head, searching for the north star, hoping this would work. he held the small pocket telescope up to the north star, for a few seconds. if the north star didn't work, there might as well be no other star.

"please nyx." he whispered to himself. "let me see her."

"who're you looking for valdez?" a familiar voice came from next to him.

"you came." he smiled, looking at the north star.

"you called."

"it actually worked." he beamed, examining the telescope.

"no way." she smiled. "i'm surprised you still remember how this works."

"how could i forget? the one and only daughter of the night and i met her when i was nine and running away from home."

y/n could still recall the three months they spent running and hiding and fighting off monsters. they were so young, so innocent.

"i'm glad to see you leo." she said, sincerity apparent in her voice. "why'd you call me down here?"

"you're always on my mind, y'know it." he chuckled.

"how's the whole saving-the-world-thing going?" she grinned.

"could be better." he said.

"how so?"

"i wish you were here." he sighed. "i love these people, but i'm just their comedic relief. i-i'm nothing to them. i'm nothing to this cause."

"that's not true. you built this entire ship. there's no quest without you." she reassured. "and y'know i can't be in on this. i'm a daughter of nyx, not the olympians. and her offspring are considered dark entities."

"i know." leo said.

he looked over at her and wondered how people could believe a child of nyx was a negative entity. y/n, she was so beautiful. she had the beauty of the moon, she was just as breathtaking as a sky full of the brightest stars, and she was just as ethereal as the cosmos.

"how did you know i built the ship?" he asked. "i never told you that."

"i'm always watching over you." she smiled.

"what?" he questioned.

"i know you and frank used to not get along, but you're a lot better now. i know jason and piper are your best friends. i know you built this ship in six months, which is insane. and i know you sleep by the engine because you find it comforting." she continued.

"i just feel so alone sometimes. scratch that, all the time."

"i have faith in you leo." she said, putting her hand on his. "and whenever you feel alone, you point that telescope to any star in the sky, and i'll be there."

"how do you know where i'll be?"

"i'll find you. i always do."

they looked into each other's eyes for a moment before leo leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. his calloused hands found her waist, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. they kissed with passion and longing. when they finally pulled away, they rested their foreheads against one-another's, as her thumb grazed his cheeks.

"i wish you could stay." he said, feeling an overwhelming sadnesss.

she knew she had to leave. a daughter of nyx was more of a mystery than a son of poseidon or zeus. she knew it. but it killed her even more.

"i'm in the stars, repair boy." she said, sincerely. "i'm always with you."

leo felt the body by his disappear. she was gone. he held the telescope in his hands and put it in his pocket. he looked up at the north star once more, before returning to the engine room.

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hope you guys liked it :)

[soupdots]

Hey, I haven’t posted on here in a while, but! I read Azula in the Spirit Temple (finally) and I wanted to give my thoughts on it.

Overall rating, 7.5/10

Things I liked:

• These two panels:

I love how her humanity is shown in both of them. I don’t know if we’ve EVER seen Azula given the humanity shown in the second panel— fear, specifically trauma-motivated fear (and a traumatic experience not frequently discussed, her institutionalization). It’s significant because she’s showing fear without anger, which is rare for her. And I was blown away by the first panel. I didn’t expect them to be so explicit about it. It’s almost too explicit, but honestly, it’s needed (because people clearly don’t pick up on subtext). It made me very happy to see what we’ve all been saying stated outright and in canon. These two panels pushed the comic up from more of a 6/10.

• I liked the idea of spirits and avatars (no pun intended) of Azula’s past friends and family talking to her (This is something that’s planned for my fic, if I ever get that off the ground again). It allows Azula to directly confront what has been done to her and what she has done, which is important for a redemption arc. It also allows for some healing, because she’s able to talk to those who hurt her.

• Azula is not given a quick redemption arc in 80 pages. Thank god. While of course she deserves a redemption arc, a rushed Kuvira-style redemption arc would be awful.

• I like that, true to her classic hair symbolism, Azula has her hair down throughout her time in the temple but puts it back up when she goes back to meet her Fire Warriors.

• She looks like a child in most of the frames. It’s good.

• This may have been unintentional, but I like that it’s Zuko who yells at her about how she’s hurt everybody, she’s a monster etc; then he turns into something of a monster himself. This shows that Zuko has hurt her, that he’s not perfect.

• I think the writing in general was better than past comics (definitely better than Yang’s writing) and it bodes well for the future. I think, all things considered, Faith Hicks did a remarkable job with the barely salvageable remnants of Azula’s character.

Things I didn’t like:

• Azula is still hung up on her “rightful place on the throne!” She never showed any real desire for the throne in the show, and yet for some reason that has become a key piece of her identity. It really doesn’t make sense. Also, didn’t she drop that in S&S? She is still seeking to destabilize Zuko in AITST, but appears to also have regained the desire for the throne. It’s confusing and weird.

• I think Azula could’ve been shown being a little nicer to her ‘Fire Warriors,’ given that she doesn’t have the same pressure to keep them by her side as she did with Mai & Ty Lee, but it’s fair that she’s not. In S&S she’s a pretty terrible person and takes several steps back in her redemption arc (several extremely OOC steps), and while I want to forget the Yang comics ever existed, Hicks still has to adhere to them and that means not suddenly making Azula a lot more chill.

• It felt rushed, but of course it did, it’s 80 pages long. Still this did affect the satisfaction I got from it.

• Azula ought to have been more distressed when she found out that her friends left her given that that’s literally her biggest wound. However I also kind of like that she wasn’t, especially at the end, because it hints that she’s getting tired of the whole friendship through manipulation thing.

• I wish Azula had gotten to talk to the spirit in its monk form a little bit; we could’ve had an Iroh moment for her which would’ve been cool to see.

• In general Azula’s character has really been through the ringer so it’s hard to get anything good out of it, but again I’m impressed at what Hicks has been able to pull off. Still, it felt kind of unsatisfying that at the end of the comic Azula said that she would “find new followers, a new place to rule,” which is like, oh okay, so you kinda haven’t really learned anything? It would be nice to at least get a bit of an idea that she’s on a path towards redemption and healing.

Again, overall, 7.5/10, I really enjoyed this, honestly. There were some parts that made me roll my eyes but ultimately I was surprised at the amount of kindness given to Azula (not a lot, but more than usual). I’m thankful to Faith Erin Hicks & the rest of her team for doing the best they can with our girl. I hope this means she’ll get more good content in the future.

[thegratefulsouth]

Alright I have just finished Season 1 of TWD DD and I have thoughts and questions and feelings. And energy!

I am very new to this fandom, and while I've done some searches in places, I'll still just apologise in advance for being repetitive and missing stuff. I will miss stuff every time.

I'll get Laurent out of the way, and even though it's all connected for me, the rest is Caryl.

#1 So Laurent. I have questions about his ability to see into the future. He was convinced Daryl would survive the Gladiator battle, he knew they'd all end up back together. Is this a real thing? Is it coincidence in faith? The drawing I don't care about, I'm not sure how involved he is with the manipulations, but he should definitely be able to feel that this is happening with Isabelle, given his empathic nature. So in that case, does he sense there is a reason to go along with her ways, for a future purpose we don't know about yet.

The empathic thing:

Episode 1, he says to Daryl "You're homesick. I see it in your eyes. I feel things. In my stomach. I feel your sadness." Episode 5, he tells Madame Genet that she isn't angry; her heart is broken.

He can distinguish sadness between heartbreak and homesickness- these are very specific feelings. Are there more examples? Not sure when I'll be able to watch it back. Is this significant? Is there a point to this? Is he going to make the match? Is he going to be overwhelmed by Carol's grief and guilt, though hopefully she'll just be happy and relieved when he meets her (hopefully!!).

"Daryl why don't you just kiss Carol like she wants you to?"

What are the rules around this? I don't know how it works.

#2 Second up! The boats. Is there any evidence that any of the boats have any significance? I know they probably just make sense with the location and the storyline, etc. But when Laurent cuts the boat loose, Daryl is losing his most immediate TANGIBLE lifeline to Carol and that is because a BOAT has drifted. A boat.

Okay, and also, I was thinking about this on my long drive to work this morning and I swear to the husks of dust on my Jim Shore Dorothy and Glinda figurine, Spotify threw THIS song I've never heard before at me. Yes, PIRATE song. Pirate song by mehro. But dear god the lyrics.

"Are you ready to let me in?"

"I've been trying to believe what I said is what I need."

This is such a haunting, beautiful song. I'm so thrilled to discover this artist. I'm not immune to dissolving into a puddle on the side of the road when I hear a new song that spins me out. I feel things so intensely. I'm going to do a post just for this song. This song is Caryl to me.

#3 Daryl's longing for Carol in a ramble:

I like the connection between Daryl saying "I have family back home," and Carol in the teaser clip saying Daryl is the only family she has left. It feels like a string, tying them together. Feels like they're on the same damn boat. Emotionally.

I just want to touch on the name dropping Who Are Your Friends scene with Laurent. Even though I have no idea whether this scene is supposed to have any significance or if it's just supposed to be a simple moment of connection for these two. Regardless, it is significant. Every second beyond about a week just is. So to touch on Laurent again, I'm just wondering is it possible that Daryl's a little guarded here, because he knows the kid's intuitive? Does he feel like he needs to be more careful with his emotions? He's already elevated. But he says Connie's name really easily. It's easy for him to say her name and I think that says a lot. He's trying to connect with the kid, so of course Judith and RJ pop up. Daryl got himself started, and there's a very slight gap, while he's thinking before he offers up Ezekiel. That's where he should say Rosita but she's gone, or Aaron (but too much missage? Their bond), Michonne's not there! Oh, Ezekiel! They were starting to get along? They had a hug and everything? I don't know. I like the link between Connie and Ezekiel though. Anyway Daryl has to say Carol because she is his heartbeat, so he manages to get that out and then he stops. No more names.

Laurent says they sound nice and is Daryl's response a little defensive? Even though Laurent's just a kid, he's a little intense. Daryl says, "Yeah, how do you know?"

I think that's interesting. Like he's shared as much as he's comfortable sharing and then he wants to bundle his family back up again. It's painful to talk about Carol because he misses her and he promised her and she cried when he left and she is his soulmate. She's a little too precious and valuable to be spoken about by someone who hasn't even met her.

Alrighty now I need to go find some gifs for that song post.

[mariacallous]

accelerationist "leftists" on this site whenever uspol/elections is mentioned: genocide Joe has NEVER DONE ANYTHING EVER FOR ANYONE and ONLY EVER DONE BAD REGRESSIVE THINGS and he PERSONALLY gutted EVERY good thing I had going for me and then spit in my face. and ALL democrats ALSO have NEVER DONE ANYTHING EVER FOR ANYONE and BOTH PARTIES ARE IDENTICALLY THE SAME and we are ALREADY IN THE WORST FASCISM TO EVER FASC IT CAN'T GET WORSE THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HARM REDUCTION IF THERE'S STILL HARM, and don't you dare post anything about any progress any democrats have ever made because it doesn't exist and if it did it's not important and helped no one, and don't you dare contradict me or post sources on anything good from the last four years, I'm just exercising my rights to criticize my officials with debunked disinfo and unhelpful bad faith generalizations and loudly tying moral personal worth to any meaningful participation in a rigged system, I can feel better about my tax-funded complicity and imperialist privilege if I pretend electoral abstinence absolves me and will bring the Revolution™, and I have to be seen having the correct performance or my friends will doxx me as a dirty liberal, I'm just a silly little guy, I'm just a dude, just giving my silly lil opinions, im not hurting anyone or changing anyone's mind, I'm just telling them they're horrible evil monsters for voting for the only viable non-fascist candidate and for prioritizing saving their neighbors and families over expecting 8+ decades of foreign policy to be fully reversed in under half a year, maybe trump wasn't that bad actually, we (you, not me, I'll wait till someone else gets it going) should just burn it all down anyway, there are totally other candidates if we just pray real hard, am i not allowed opinions???

[yuzuocha]

𝚢𝚞·𝚣𝚞·𝚘·𝚌𝚑𝚊 | ユズオチャ

noun

1. a type of citrus tea that originated from China and is now also widely produced and consumed in Japan and Korea.

2. the owner of this ridiculous blog.

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headcanon

‣ the horrors of gacha. — Xavier & Zayne & Rafayel

‣ kith? kith. [pt. i] — Xavier & Zayne

‣ moments of panic. — All

‣ back in the days. — All

‣ domestic times. — All

‣ a living proof of your love. — All

one-shot + drabble

‣ heartstring fortissimo. — Xavier

‣ eclipse. — Xavier

‣ drunk mind, sober feelings. — Xavier

‣ a second love at second sight. — Rafayel

‣ post-care. — Zayne

multi-fic

‣ player one, player two. — Xavier

‣ illuminate. — Xavier

but really really fast

main story ‣ prologue

main story ‣ chapter ɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ɪᴠ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪɪ

main story ‣ chapter ᴠɪɪɪ

incorrect quotes

ɪ ‣ truth conundrum

ɪɪ ‣ caleb v. ladder

ɪɪɪ ‣ xavier's mc sensor

ɪᴠ ‣ rafayel's morals

ᴠ ‣ anti-consolation

ᴠɪ ‣ following directions with faith

ᴠɪɪ ‣ rafayel's rancid rizzing

ᴠɪɪɪ ‣ who let xavier cook

ɪx ‣ "helping out"

x ‣ false alarm

xɪ ‣ fiery motivation

xɪɪ ‣ self love

xɪɪɪ ‣ vroom vroom

xɪᴠ ‣ how to treat a short person

xᴠ ‣ is rafayel into choking?

xᴠɪ ‣ sanity loss documentary

xᴠɪɪ ‣ spooky broccoli

xᴠɪɪɪ ‣ xavier's tendencies

xɪx ‣ "what keeps you up at night"

xx ‣ speling is hahrd

xxɪ ‣ subway surfers was fire ngl

xxɪɪ ‣ whoever threw that shell, fuck you

xxɪɪɪ ‣ innocent until proven guilty

xxɪᴠ ‣ happy middle fingers

xxᴠ ‣ single when drunk?

xxᴠɪ ‣ a cursed bless

xxᴠɪɪ ‣ serotonin, too!

xxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ he isn't wrong, per se

xxɪx ‣ lie detector

xxx ‣ an artist's perspective, apparently

xxxɪ ‣ yeah no he bucked up

xxxɪɪ ‣ a cursed bless 2.0

xxxɪɪɪ ‣ caleb's sick of it lol

xxxɪᴠ ‣ propriety over honesty

xxxᴠ ‣ words of (questionable) truth

xxxᴠɪ ‣ caleb technically didn't lie

xxxᴠɪɪ ‣ she thought she was playing chess, he was playing 4d chess

xxxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ as long as rafayel's happy, i guess

xxxɪx ‣ who let xavier cook 2.0

xʟ ‣ nice card, shitty purpose

xʟɪ ‣ put a price tag in bed

xʟɪɪ ‣ mission accomplished (?)

xʟɪɪɪ ‣ asshole of the year

xʟɪᴠ ‣ "KILL IT KILL IT KILL ITTTTTT"

xʟᴠ ‣ local fish intentionally stranded on walmart parking lot

xʟᴠɪ ‣ cereal hits when drunk

xʟᴠɪɪ ‣ zayne can't be left alone, poor him

xʟᴠɪɪɪ ‣ a chair that can kick you

xʟɪx ‣ needs and wants

ʟ ‣ honesty so brutal it hurts

ʟɪ ‣ yea just buy whipped cream instead

ʟɪɪ ‣ words v. stones

ʟɪɪɪ ‣ living in the present

ʟɪᴠ ‣ popcorn doesn't last

ʟᴠ ‣ war of words

ʟᴠɪ ‣ it is trash can, not trash cannot

ʟᴠɪɪ ‣ newton's rolling in his grave

ʟᴠɪɪɪ ‣ carnival avocado

ʟɪx ‣ how much white stuff can fit in a mouth?

ʟx ‣ 6 cm per second, which is frankly impressive

ʟxɪ ‣ xavier v. jeremiah getting punched

ʟxɪɪ ‣ hunter's "reflexes"

ʟxɪɪɪ ‣ declaration (?) of love

ʟxɪᴠ ‣ double friendzone'd

ʟxᴠ ‣ rafayel's garden

ʟxᴠɪ ‣ reminiscence (?)

ʟxᴠɪɪ ‣ xavier the almighty sun

ʟxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ xavier the almighty mosquito

ʟxɪx ‣ the duality of fish

ʟxx ‣ didn't happen if there ain't no evidence

ʟxxɪ ‣ life is just one big capitalist experience fr

ʟxxɪɪ ‣ oof lmfao

ʟxxɪɪɪ ‣ you something get eat might

ʟxxɪᴠ ‣ father v. further v. farther

ʟxxᴠ ‣ hobbies

ʟxxᴠɪ ‣ the ends justify the means, right?

ʟxxᴠɪɪ ‣ so short they can duck liability

ʟxxᴠɪɪɪ ‣ cashed in the wrong way

ʟxxɪx ‣ love is an open door

ʟxxɪx ‣ efficiency > flirting

ʟxxx ‣ viral for all the wrong reasons

ʟxxxɪ ‣ killer fashion

ʟxxxɪɪ ‣ package

ʟxxxɪɪɪ ‣ cancelling out

[atticsandwich]

Exploring how Obey Me!'s portrayal of the Celestial Realm mirrors that of the how the Christian heaven is used as propaganda, and how Simeon, Luke, and Raphael tie-in with real-life people's experiences of the Christian faith.

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to preface: I was born Christian and was raised as such, but renounced my religion when I was around 18. Experiences vary in different parts of the world of course, however, I will also be tying in things I see from online conversations about Christianity. Admittedly a lot of my insight comes from my experience (and by extension, my family and friends) of Christianity in my area of the world (southeast asia).

Additionally, this post is purely for fun and speculation, and my fascination with subversive portrayals of religion, particularly of Christianity. Please note that I will use the word "religion" as a whole, but this post will specifically go into Christianity, and by proxy, its branches.

As this post is a spur-of-the-moment thing, it is not proofread, so I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors!

‼️This post will contain spoilers‼️

To start, let's lay out the things we know about the Celestial Realm from the story.

The Celestial Realm is home of the angels, and in contrast to the Devildom, it is a realm of permanent daylight.

Michael acts as its authority, however, we know that its most supreme being is the Father, who we can presume created the realm and its angels. Unlike the sleeping Demon Lord, we are at least aware that Father is still active, although presumably leaves the governing to Michael.

Similar to real-life angelology, the Celestial Realm also divides its angels by ranks. The current known ranks are Seraphim, Throne, Cherubim, Principality, Dominion, and Archangel.

Key observations:

Angels can either fall to become demons (demon brothers) or be stripped of their blessing and become human (Simeon).

Luke's current angel rank is unknown. We can assume this is from inexperience, as despite being implied to be at least a thousand years old, he acts and behaves like a typical ten year old.

Although "falling" can be a punishment by acting out of defiance against its virtues, we know that angels can still be morally grey, and in some cases, dubious, and still not be stripped of their blessing.

Now to the bulk of this analysis.

I. Christianity as a tool for propaganda and colonization

This is pretty basic history - western colonizers have used religion as a basis of conquering "new worlds" in the name of spreading their faith and belief systems. The effects of this still persist until today - racism, homophobia, etc. in general can be traced back to the colonial era. In more present-day scenarios, religion is also used as a leverage for morality and what people deem as "right or wrong". For some parts, it aligns with basic humanity, however, we know very well that it can also be used to spread bigotry and false moral high grounds as a justification for mistreatment of people.

In many countries, politics and religion go hand in hand. Many politicians will use their beliefs as a basis for bills and laws, and it trickles down to the justice system, where judges can display religous bias (whether consciously or not) in favor of their personal beliefs. As such, many politicians will use religion to forward their name and agenda, in the pretense of being a devout practicioner, in order to garner relatability and bias from people of the same faith. In Christianity, for example, many politicians will use the term "Lord's servant" as a subtext for people to latch onto.

In a societal context, we are very familiar with the phrase "Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve" as a rebuttal for homosexual relationships, and in general, relationships that bigoted Christians believe do not follow in their God's text. Cherry-picking bible verses and anecdotes to further their justification for acting the way they do is also a very common occurence, even though that very same Bible they read also emphasize the value of spreading love, with hate having no place in heaven.

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II. How it ties to the Celestial Realm

Behind its perma-daylight nature, we learn that the Celestial Realm is a place of strict rule and order, and an angel can easily get demoted, as was the previous case for Simeon, who we know was originally a Seraphim, and in some cases, even falling to demonhood, like the brothers. This walking-on-eggshells type of ordinance is very tricky, as the reasoning for being casted out of the realm can get very blurry. In Lilith's case, it was her act of using Celestial Realm medicine in order to heal a human she loved; this then led to Lucifer questioning why her act was tantamount to falling, as he always believed love to be a precious thing. This doubt and questioning, however, then led to his own falling, which led to the rest of the brothers siding with him and Lilith, resulting in the Great Celestial War.

We can then paint a picture of the Celestial Realm as a false/disillusioned utopia - externally, it is very lavish, warm, and golden, but taking a closer look reveals its suffocating, anti-freedom, gray nature, where one wrong move could spell your last day. Simeon is very much aware of this, and has, on multiple occassions, openly expressed disdain on how the realm operates.

It is then a matter of Self vs. Governance; at what point does the Celestial Realm draw the line between individual autonomy and total subjugation of its angels? If Lucifer, once one of its most prominent, respected, and powerful angels, gets casted due to defiance for asking a very valid question regarding a value that is taught and propagated within the realm, as he believes Lilith's punishment directly goes against that value, then what of the lesser angels who wish to ask the same? If standing up for those you hold dear is tantamount to unholiness, then why teach the value of love and family in the first place?

I hope you can see where I'm going here - the teaching of these values in the Celestial Realm being the same ones that can get you ostracized VS. using these values to advance a real-world political agenda and cherry-picked beliefs is intrinsically linked.

People that use religion as a means to justify cruelty or feign moral superiority despite the main point of their religion being to "love everyone equally, as you do yourself" are setting a status quo that they built for themselves and their hivemind - if you don't follow these specific rules and beliefs, you are not a true devout. If you question or point out inaccuracies on the beliefs that we want you to follow, you are a deviant.

Sound familiar yet?

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III. The three main angels

Excluding Michael and the demon brothers pre-fall, there are three other angels the story focuses on: Luke, Simeon, and Raphael. Despite all three being angels, they cannot be any more similar from each other. One is a brash, tempermental, and an overexcited youth with a sweet tooth; one freely lies and openly involves themselves in un-angelic deeds; and the other is a quiet, stoic, and blunt individual with a questionable taste in cuisine. These three angels encapsulate, almost perfectly, a religous pipeline.

IIIA. Luke

Luke represents the first entry to a religion (I'd use the word indoctrination, but I don't want to unknowingly portray it negatively as some people are born into a religion by default). He is young, inexperienced, idolizes a high-ranking angel who he follows with no question, and above all, naive. We know that he does not know the full reason of why the brothers fell, nor does he know of Lilith. Similarly, children and young people in religion often follow their parents/guardians blindly without question, their understanding of faith being minimal and surface level, something easily digestible for a young, developing mind.

IIIB. Raphael

Raphael is compliance. He knows and understand the ins-and-outs, the ifs-and-whys of the realm, yet continues to follow its order. Although he did not side with Lucifer, we eventually learn that he wishes he did (most recently in NB), yet unlike Simeon, does not actively wallow in his choice and continues to fulfill his duty as a Seraph. Whether we see a development with this in Nightbringer, time will tell. In a similar vein, many people will silently comply with their own faith, regardless of doubt. In my experience, this compliance, either out of familial pressure or feeling indebted to a religion, starts to happen during major developmental stages, either as a late teen or early adulthood, when you can freely do your own research and start to understand the deeper intricacies of a particular religion.

IIIC. Simeon

Simeon is representative of actively going against the status quo. He is an angel that has, on numerous occassions, displayed manipulative and wrathful tendencies, and has admitted to freely partake in lies and deceit. He has also stated that his biggest regret in life was not siding with Lucifer during the war, which is why he actively tries to help him and the brothers as much as he can, not caring if his action could be deemed as heresy. Although we see bits and pieces of it in the original game, Nightbringer Simeon fully procalims this, as asking him to ally with the brothers will result to him in saying that he always will be on their side. In real life, people have their own breaking point that leads them to this path, no matter how personal or educated the reasoning may be. Denouncing one's faith, especially one that was given to you by birth, can be considered an act of both defiance, and in the case of Christianity, becoming unholy, or impure.

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IV. The Celestial Realm as a commentary of how religion, particularly Christianity, is used in real life as a tool to further a cherry-picked, propaganda-ridden agenda, despite it being a contradiction to its teachings.

It is no secret that a lot of societal problems nowadays regarding bigotry, refusal of understanding, and unacceptance of others outside your status quo can be traced back to religous conservatives. This is a walking contradiction, of course, as Christian teachings always puts love above all, yet bringing this up as a rebuttal will elicit anger, not reflection. The Celestial Realm is the same, as its blurry definition of defiance goes against its importance of love and familial relationships, so much so that in its eyes, an angel trying to elicit defiance by acting un-angel-like is ultimately a lot more angelic than one who dares question why its teachings are being used as a leverage of defiance.

Of course, a lot of this can be chalked up to mere coincidence, and some might even say that I'm stretching a lot here, but it's still very interesting that a portrayal of heaven is morally ambigous at best. In some ways, the Devildom, or what's supposed to be hell, feels like the better place to live in out of the two.

Anyways, if you made it this far, thank you for reading my random spat-out ramble that i started writing out of nowhere and I fixated on finishing 💀 Share your thoughts with me too, if you'd like. I'd love to hear what you guys think.

[brandycranby]

Husband, one night stand, best friend

Curtis, Steve, Jake

god dammit jaqui (ily)

husband: CURTIS (im shouting it from the rooftops) okay?? :sob: everyone sendin' me combos with curtis in them should know that im predictable 😭😭 he's just SO!!! SO!!!! if i could have that every day for the rest of my life, a loyal faithful emotionally available man, i would

one night stand: ... jake. HEAR ME OUT, look, all of them are all of the above, loyal etc. but steve would give me a lot of emotions. he's so... steve. meanwhile, jake's fun. i can boink jake and have no regrets!! we can still talk or never see each other again :')) fwb maybe? 👉🏻👈🏻

bff: steve 😔 i love steve, i also suffer from massive amounts of catholic guilt and i bet so does he. he's just full of guilt and angst but there's only room for one melancholic in a relationship (maybe, maybe we could gomez and morticia it up). that's great for friendships though, middle of the night unhinged shitpost texting and mopey mall trips here we go

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ty for playing <333

[crazyunsexycool]

The love we gave away

Chapter 4

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: fluff, some alcohol drinking, not much else

A/N: i was going to make this one chapter but it was going to be too long so it’s going to be divided into two! This is a bit dialogue heavy so I’m sorry for that but also I’m not!

Series masterlist

“If you called me one more time about the dress I won’t show up at all.” You look straight at the phone with an exasperated expression.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I really would.” You say before going back to making some last minute adjustments on the gown before you.

“I thought we were friends.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“I don’t know, maybe everything we went through in high school.”

You smile. On the phone was one of the very few people that you kept in your life after having the twins.

“Fine, I’ll give you that one Fai.”

Faith Carter was the girl you had bunked with in high school. She had been reserved and timid. She kept her head down and her grades up. Still she had been bullied beyond belief because she was a bit overweight back then, something she grew out of. That didn’t matter to you because she was a life saver. Faith had become the first friend you truly ever made. She showed you kindness you hadn’t found before and when you got pregnant she helped however she could. When you went to Italy she showed up unexpectedly to celebrate your birthday. Faith was the type of friend everyone should have but most didn’t deserve and you cherished her.

“So you’ll be there two days before, right? I have some fun things planned.”

“I will, dress included. I would like some time the day before to do a final fitting.”

“Of course. I have brunch set up just for us on Friday. We can do the fitting then and it will still give you Saturday to make any adjustments before the wedding on Sunday.”

“That sounds perfect.” You say before tying the end of the thread and cutting it off. “Who else did you invite from high school?”

“Oh I invited everyone. I want all of them to see me now, in my one of a kind wedding gown and hot husband looking better than any of them ever will.” You both giggle at that.

“You better fucking strut down that aisle. They don’t even deserve to breathe the same air you do.”

“I know but being the kind and generous person I am, I’ll allow it.”

“Dork.” You giggle and shake your head as you move to grab your phone and set it on your desk. “I know you’ll love the dress. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Can’t you show me now?”

“Nope, we agreed after the last fitting that you didn’t want to see it until right before the wedding.”

“It is right before the wedding.” She huffs.

“Faith, please let me just surprise you. You know I would never do anything to make you look bad.”

“Fine.” She huffs in annoyance but you just smile.

There’s a knock on your door before you are able to change the subject. When the door opens Theodore pops his head in and gives you a small wave. Your face immediately lights up and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Faith.

“Hey, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out.”

“Who was that?”

“I will tell you in person. Gotta go Fai, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Ok, bye.” She says as you hung up the phone and walked out toward the waiting room.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey.” Abigail and Theodore say in unison.

“Come on in. I need to finish a few things up here.”

You hold the door open for them. Theodore walks in first and settles on a small loveseat you have against a wall. Abigail gasps as she sees the wedding dress you’re working on.

“I didn’t know you made wedding dresses.”

“I don’t. But my best friend from high school is getting married so I offered to make her dress. What do you think?”

“It’s gorgeous. I mean it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Abigail gushes.

“Well thank you.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“This Sunday but I’m heading out a few days early. The bride has a few things planned.”

“Will you take pictures of her with it on? I’d love to see them.”

“Of course, but how about you guys? What are you doing?”

“We’re going back home for a few days. Before classes start.” Theodore says.

“That’s good. You’ll be able to see your friends and family. I bet you miss them.”

“Yeah, grandma makes the best pies. And there’s this fair that happens every year right before school starts, we never miss it. So we’ll get to go as a group.” Theodore explains excitedly. Ever since he expressed his fear of forgetting his father he had been way more open to getting to know both you and Ransom. “I’m also going to pick up my camera equipment.”

“Well make sure to take lots of pictures because I want to see what you guys were up to.”

Theodore nods as he watches you put away any possible supply you’ll need for the last fitting. Then you box up the dress with their help and let Wanda know everything is ready for the trip.

“Alright, ready to go?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to finally go to the Met.”

“You should see it during one of the galas. It’s amazing.”

“You’ve been to the Met gala?”

“Yeah. It was about two years ago though.” You tell them as you head to the elevator. “Now I just prefer to dress people that go.”

“You have to tell us everything.”

“Ok. I will. I have amazing embarrassing stories.”

“Her head is going to explode.” Theodore jokes as you both look over at an overly excited Abigail.

“You should have warned me.”

“What’s the fun in that?” He smiles and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Is your mom joining us for dinner?”

“Yup. She’s coming from work. Is that ok?”

“Of course.” You nod before getting into your car, your driver shutting the door behind you. “I can send the car for her since we won’t be too far from the restaurant.”

“Thanks. I think she’s had the hardest time adjusting to the move.”

“Anything I can do to help I will. For all three of you.” You smile at your son and pat his knee.

“Thanks.” Abigail takes your hand and squeezes. “Really, we appreciate it.”

You give a small nod and swallow the lump in your throat.

“Now, these embarrassing stories. What was the worst thing that happened?”

You take a deep breath and start talking about all of the things that happened at the gala.

The last thing you expected when your plane touched down was that Faith would be waiting for you. Yet there she was leaning against the SUV meant to take you to the hotel that would be hosting the wedding.

“I hope you’re here because of me and not the dress.” You call out as you walk out of your private jet.

“Sure let’s go with that.”

You chuckle but shake your head as you get closer. Faith throws her arms around you and pulls you in for a hug.

“You’re getting married this weekend.” You say once you pull away.

She shakes you uncontrollably while screeching in delight.

“I’m getting married this weekend! Can you believe it?”

“Yes, yes I can. Now can we go. I’m so fucking tired from this long ass trip. Did you really have to have a wedding on the other side of the world? There are plenty of islands closer to home.”

“Of course I did. I’m nothing if not extra.” Faith replies as you both get into the SUV. “The hotel will take care of bringing the luggage and dress.”

“Dresses.”

“Dresses?”

“Yes. Mine of course but I made you something extra.”

“You didn’t.” Faith mouth falls open as she stares at you.

“I did. You said it yourself, you’re extra.”

“This is why you’re my best friend. I’m just sad you didn’t want to be a bridesmaid.”

“Fai I could have made your dream wedding dress or been a bridesmaid but not both.”

“Fine, you’re right. Still I appreciate everything you’ve done.” She throws her arm over you and pulls in for a side hug.

“It’s mutual. Now get me to this hotel.”

You both talk about what’s going on this weekend. Faith is buzzing in her seat as she explains that she actually just has the wedding party and a friend or two for the pre-wedding events. Just so that she and her fiancé could relax. By the time you get to the gorgeous hotel you already feel more prepared for the weekend and are actually looking forward to it.

There are bellhops and valet parking employees running around outside. Your door is opened for you. You step out and stretch before Faith walks around the car and loops her arm with yours. She leads you into the lobby and straight to the receptionist's desk. You look around while she gives the employee behind the desk all the information. Anyone that was important to the couple were on the same two floors but the hotel was practically booked with the rest of the guests that would be attending the wedding on Sunday.

“Here is your key to the suite. Your things will be brought up shortly. Here is the key to the room you requested for the gowns. Only the hotel managers and yourself have access to the room in order to prevent anything from happening.”

“Thank you so much.” Faith says as she grabs everything and turns to you. “Here you go. You should freshen up because we rented a yacht and we will be spending the day and most of the evening there. Make sure you wear a bathing suit.”

“Fine. I’m going.”

“I’ll wait for you at the docks. We leave in 15.” She pushes you toward the elevators and you give her a thumbs up.

Just like Faith said she was at the docks waiting by the yacht. She was already sunkissed from being at the hotel a few days before you. Still it didn’t stop her from soaking up the sun some more. She wore a swimsuit cover up but it was sheer enough to see the white two piece bathing suit she was wearing. It was paired with oversized sunglasses and sandals.

You on the other hand decided on linen shorts and an oversized white button up. It was lightweight and kept you cool. You kept a few buttons popped open to reveal your olive green one piece suit. To complete the look you wore a braided wide-brim sun hat, sunglasses and sandals. Everything for the next few days had been carefully selected by you and Wanda so that you could look your best. It was meant as a big ‘fuck you’ to the people that made you miserable at school.

“I may have a surprise waiting for you on the main deck.” Faith says as you walk through hallways and up stairs.

“What kind of a surprise?”

“A good kind.”

“Fai, you’re not trying to set me up with anyone right? I really don’t have the energy for that right now.” You say just as you join the rest of the guests.

“Well it was about time you joined us.”

You turn to see Faith’s parents sipping on some cocktails.

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter It’s so great to see you again.” You say as you hug both of them. Like Faith they had been so kind to you.

“It’s great to see you too. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you Mrs. Carter.”

“Please, you’re family, call me Millie and call him Derek. We’ve been in each other’s lives long enough.”

You nod and smile before turning just in time to see Faith’s younger sister barringly towards you.

“Hope.” You laugh as you both hug.

“Finally, it’s been so long.”

“I know but I heard you’ll be moving back to New York soon so we’ll definitely be hanging out more.”

“Absolutely. I can’t wait. There is so much I want us to do.”

You laugh as you agree to whatever she is saying because she is talking way too fast for you to understand. She was like the little sister you always wanted.

“Thank God you’re here. These two were driving me crazy. I thought Faith was marrying you instead of me.”

“Don’t get too comfortable that option is still on the table.”

“Scott.” You smile up at Faith’s fiancé. “It’s good to see you.”

“Good to have you here. How was the trip?”

“It was long but good.”

“Good.” He nods.

“Come on, I want you to meet some of Scott’s friends. There are some real hotties here.” Faith grabs your hand and pulls you to where the rest of the bridal party is gathered.

Immediately your eyes fall on the last person you thought you’d see at Faith’s wedding.

“Thimble.”

“Ran, what are you doing here?” You look up at him wide eyed.

Ransom looked good in his navy blue swim shorts and white button up. He left most of the buttons undone and you could see the smooth plains of his chest. His hair fell over his forehead and covered his sunglasses.

“I’m friends with Scott, we met in college. You’re obviously here for Fai. I was pleasantly surprised when Scott told me about his girlfriend.”

“Wait I’m sorry am I missing something?” Faith says with a pout as she looks between you and Ransom.

“Am I missing something?” Scott says from behind Faith.

“Ransom and I dated in high school.” It felt weird reducing your relationship to him like that. As if you didn’t have two kids running around that shared both of your DNA. It was just easier to not talk about it than to get into such a long explanation.

“This is very disappointing and anticlimactic. I wanted you to see each other across the deck and realized how much you missed each other.”

“I’m sorry Fai. Let’s try that again.” Ransom takes his sunglasses off and rolls his eyes but turns to you. “Y/N?” He puts both hands on his cheeks and makes an exaggerated surprised face. “Is that really you? I can’t believe it. The last time I saw you was-“

“Like two weeks ago in New York. You’re right it’s been so long.” You play along and begin to fake ugly cry. “I can’t believe Fai’s love has brought us together again.”

“You guys are stupid, I hate you both.” Faith pouts as you and Ransom laugh and high five.

“Seriously though, you guys really dated in high school?”

“We did, for two years.”

“I cannot imagine you two together.” He says as he looks between both of you. “Ransom is such an ass.”

“I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“And I’m slightly offended. Want something to drink, Thimble?”

“Anything that will get me away from Faith’s glare.”

Ransom chuckles as he places a hand on your lower back and guides you to the bar. You take a seat at one of the stools just as the yacht begins to move.

“Sex on the beach?” Ransom asks you with a sly smirk.

“Perv. You know I don’t like to drink.”

“Ok, how about a watered down version. I promise to keep an eye on you.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea, I know you like to drink.”

“Actually, I’ve cut back on my drinking. Please have a drink and have a good time. I promise I’ll have your back.”

“Since when did you cut back?”

“Honestly, since Annie told us what happened to her husband.” Ransom looks away from you for a moment. “You know Theodore called me that night.”

“Really? What did you talk about?”

“I will tell you after I order you a drink. Let me get a woo woo for the lady. Don’t make it too woo-y.” Ransom tells the bartender who immediately gets to work.

“A woo woo?”

“Yup, nice and sweet with a little bit of tartness. Just like you.”

“You need to work on your flirting.”

“Oh baby, I’m just warming you up.”

The bartender sets a very pretty pink cocktail in front of you. You give the bartender a quick ‘thanks’ and take a sip.

“Ok, this is really good.”

“You’re welcome. Now let’s go start this party.” Ransom takes your hand and leads you towards the rest of the group.

There’s good music, good food and best of all good company. Initially you sit with Faith and the bridesmaids but somehow you always end up side by side with Ransom. You could be on opposite sides of the yacht but somehow you’d always end up together. Even when the yacht stopped in a perfect spot and everyone shed their extra layers of clothing and jumped into the ocean.

It was the most fun you’d had in a while. For the first time in a long time you could stop thinking about your responsibilities and just enjoy yourself. It helped that there was eye candy all around, especially Ransom. He had definitely bulked up.

“You’re drooling.” Fai leans in and says.

You were perched up on the swim platform watching as the others goofed around in the water. No matter how much you tried, your eyes kept coming back to Ransom.

“Am not.”

“Please, you’d give him another set of twins if he asked you to.”

“Can you stop?” You said with a laugh. “No one is getting anyone pregnant.”

“Just laid. I plan to get you laid before this weekend is over.”

You roll your eyes before standing back up and jumping back in the water.

****

As the sun began to set dinner had been served. Everyone sat around a long table. Ransom was of course by your side. His arm resting on the back of your chair as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it was, it felt like it was. But your mind tends to romanticize things that are out of the norm in your life. Rarely did you take a vacation but now here you are in a romantic setting with the man you once loved, and still did, sitting beside you. And in the blink of an eye the two of you fall into an old routine. You can’t help but be around each other, the pull is too great. It’s safe and comfortable.

After dinner everyone breaks off into little groups. You move away from the noise and sit in a lounge area toward the back. It gives you a great view of the last rays of the sun. The orange and pinks giving way to the inky black of night. It doesn’t take long for you to have company. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s Ransom. He places an arm on the back of your seat and nudges you so that you rest your weight against him. You stay cuddled up and appreciating his warmth until the yacht is docked. Neither of you said a word, you just appreciated each other’s company.

Wordlessly you follow each other out of the docks and back to the hotel. Faith throws you two thumbs up as she watches you get into the elevator with Ransom.

“I’m glad you’re here.” You tell him.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Because I won’t have to navigate this whole thing alone.”

“Woah thimble,” Ransom holds up a hand. “What makes you think I want you to cramp my style?”

“Cramp your style? The fact that you said that lets me know you have none.”

He chuckles. “Well if this party is as wild as that post prom party was back in sophomore year we’re going to have a great time.”

You scoff, remembering that party perfectly. That night was the second time you had slept together.

“You mean the night you got me pregnant?”

“That was the night wasn’t it?”

“Yup.” You say as you walk out of the elevator and towards your suite.

“Told you, wild party.”

You open the door and turn to look up at Ransom. He looks so good with his sun kissed skin, silky hair that you wanted to push away from his face and his smile. It wasn’t that cocky smile he presented to the world, no it was his real smile and it made him look younger. It was reserved for you.

“I’m glad you’re here too.” He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “See you tomorrow thimble.”

He leaves you at a loss for words and your heart practically beating out of your chest. But then again he could always make your heart do that. Slowly you close the door to your suite and rest against it. There’s one thing you know for sure.

Things are going to get a lot more interesting this weekend.

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[slocumjoe]

Hello! This is a little out of the blue, but I'm outlining the last third of a big fallout 4 fic (this one, if you're curious), and I'm tying up all the companion character arcs. Its going fairly well... except for Danse.

I've been waffling back and forth about what he'd finally end up deciding to do with himself after being kicked from the Brotherhood. I've had him work with both the Railroad and Minutemen, drifting through their causes. He's helped out Goodneighbor to make amends for his past. Months of drifting and slow healing.

But as we reach the end, I'm not sure where he'll settle in at last. I'd even considered him rejoining as Elder of a reformed Brotherhood but that feels... wrong, after everything he's been through. Some bridges can't be rebuilt after they're burned.

So I thought I'd ask you since you've got a good read on the pulse of his character.

I don't suppose you have any insights to share for me? Thanks ahead of time if you do, and no problem if you don't!

uhmmm okay SO

This depends so strongly on like...what Sole is doing, or how you personally set up your story. I've seen basically one of two scenarios

The gang sticks together

The gang separates and goes back to what they were doing

I HAAAAAATE option 2 I hate it I hate it I hate it. It's not for me.

So, personally, my lil world has the gang all kind of be wanderers who were always trying to find their place in the world. That's a common theme with literally everyone except maybe X6 and Gage bc they're bitches but whatevaaa

Danse has a handful of motivations he can have after Fuckery, but my favorite are

Understanding his own identity as what he assumes is NOT his own identity

Coming to terms with his actions under the bos

Coming to terms with the BoS as a deeply flawed organization

Still continuing his personal goals of protecting the wasteland (though the methods may change)

So, my timeline of post BB danse is as follows;

Danse isolates in LPB until someone comes and fetches him to bring him back to Sanctuary. His plan was to just stay there and figure out what to do next, but his plans very much involved isolation. Sanctuary conflicts with this. At Sanctuary, he volunteers for guard patrol to both continue his mission of protecting people and isolated himself, as having Power Armor means he doesn't need any backup, so he can just go off on his own. So, Danse stays to his patrols and functionally doesn't exist to anyone if he's not traveling with Sole. He begins treating himself as a machine, limiting basic needs. This is also where he worsens his alcoholism and begins dabbling with chems.

His mental health gradually slips into a genuine loss of reality, and the others begin to notice that, hey, Danse keeping to himself is not what we want, actually. Augustijn takes him to Spectacle Island for a vacation and they talk a lot of stuff out.

Once Danse begins the slow climb from Rock Bottom, the game plan (from everyone else, as they know he's not at the point where he can just spring back from everything alone) is to just keep him busy with something. MacCready takes him to the shooting range, Preston talks strategy and history and such, Nick has heart to hearts with him, Cait spars with him, so on, so forth. Much of Danse's After involves the others and their genuine efforts into becoming a community for him.

Eventually, he decides to join the Minutemen proper as a Power Armor technician, though he ends up manning them himself on the battlefield more often than not.

But that's just what I have.

You're asking where he settles.

And that's the thing.

I don't think Danse settles, in most stories.

Danse gets a firsthand look at what can happen if you trust too much in something. Whereas Preston never stopped believing, Danse has his whole reality shaken, and his faith in the Brotherhood very much rattles. In most stories, Danse is more likely to just stick alongside his friends, wherever they go, and not have his loyalty lie with an organization. This could mean he tags along with Nick. Maybe he does join the Minutemen. Most likely, he just moves into Sanctuary and does odd jobs, takes the armor out to defend wherever needs it.

Danse is more likely to end up as a lone wolf than people think. In most cases, it's not good for him, but it's where he goes. Danse wants community, but someone has to protect that community. They have to do the dirty work. That work takes you all over and it changes you. You have to keep your distance for their sake.

It all depends on what you want to write. The fact is, Danse is so confused and lost after the Brotherhood, he could end up anywhere. It's really up to whether or not you want it to be angsty and bittersweet, or have him genuinely heal and grow into himself. The drifting is almost always going to be the first option. But if you want a happy Danse, you'll find that in a world where Danse has people to look after who look after him.

The best outcome for him to just become part of a guard force for a community. Not DC, though, that'd be a sore spot. He just needs to know he's keeping people safe.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

"This is the best response I have seen to the controversy surrounding the opening of the Olympics. It is by Benjamin Cremer:

Friends, can we think about the alleged Last Supper depiction at the opening ceremony of the Olympics and the outrage it has caused among Christians in our current context for a moment?

First, let me remind you that my desire isn’t to tell you what to think, but my desire is to think with you about this. So I will be asking more questions than anything else.

The Last Supper painting by Leonardo da Vinci is a beautiful and iconic work of art. It is one of the most famous paintings and a quick google search will show you that it is one of the most reinterpreted pieces of art in the world.

Yet, it is not part of the Christian canon as say the Bible is nor is it part of the doctrines of the church. It is a work of art. How then should this reality influence how we see and respond to artistic reinterpretations of it in our world, especially by those whom we don’t know in another country?

More importantly, the Olympic’s own X account said that it wasn't actually a reinterpretation of the Last Supper (which is housed in Italy not France), but “The Feast of the Gods” (1635) by Jan Harmensz van BILJERT.

This painting depicts the Olympian gods celebrating Thetis and Peleus wedding, with Apollo crowned at the center of the table (not Jesus) and Dionysus featured in the foreground.

You can view this painting here: musee-magnin.fr/en/node/19

This makes sense as The Olympics are from Greek culture and tradition. French culture is deeply rooted in feasting and festivity and performing arts.

Another Source: https://shorturl.at/fQSjP

So that is also an important detail to consider and look into further.

Now let’s take a look at ourselves. How many politicians have used Christianity for the sake of their own political control in our country?

How many politicians have attempted to mandate and legislate Christianity in our country just in the last few months alone, like in Louisiana and Oklahoma? 

How often have we seen the Bible itself draped in the American flag and even sold by a presidential candidate for the sake of political influence?

How many paintings and memes have we seen just this election season alone of Jesus or angels with presidents, tying them together with political power?

How many flags, hats, and t-shirts have we seen that exclaim “Jesus is my savior and ____ is my president!”?

How many pictures of Jesus with a gun have you seen in our country?

What has been the Christian response to these things?

These questions could go on and on, but can you see how our outrage towards people in another country for what we think to be a misuse of Christianity can express a deep lack of awareness of our own misuse of it in our country?

The words from Jesus in Matthew 7:3-5 came to mind this morning as I logged onto social media: “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.” -Matthew‬ ‭7‬:‭3‬-‭5‬ ‭NIV‬

Again, you are free to feel whatever you do about art. That’s the point of art! But I just think there needs to be a lot less suspicion and offense and a lot more pondering and self reflection in this moment among Christians in the United States about how our faith is being used and misused among ourselves right now."

[Fred Smith]

[pulchrasilva]

Decided I don’t have the patience to wait. Have my questions

• Is your character an optimist or pessimist?

• Is your character good with kids?

• From childhood to their current age, how has your character changed?

• What event in your story altered your character the most?

(Honestly tho no pressure)

Ty for the ask bestie!! And yes, Ayo is the Creature's best friend, I'm thrilled that you guessed that!

Is your character an optimist or pessimist?

The Creature: Pessimist for sure! Its whole life's philosophy is "something looking evil doesn't make it actually evil", but ironically it tends to assume most people are unforgivably cruel because that's how it's been treated. But! Thanks to a certain someone, that will change.

Ayo: He definitely starts out an optimist! He's one of those characters who starts out super naive but slowly becomes disillusioned by the world (at the same time as restoring hope to those around him - I wonder who that will be haha). He'll have a bit of a pessimist arc, but it also won't last forever.

Is your character good with kids?

The Creature: It depends on the kid! Mostly The Creature stays away from kids (and people generally) because people don't like it and it's sick of being rejected/threatened/etc. But there are definitely some kids who would be fascinated by this friendly monster, and it's all made up of limbs which is probably ideal for things like throwing kids in the air. It probably takes a long time for it to realise that there are kids who would like it though

Ayo: I think he used to be good with kids, he's the kind of person who can drop his inhibitions really easily and just play. But as his power grows and he understands just How Much he could do with it, he starts staying away from kids because he's scared of hurting them, and he definitely stops letting down inhibitions around them

From childhood to their current age, how has your character changed?

The Creature: well, for one thing it has become a fucked up thing! It's also become much more isolated and distrustful, but happier and freer.

Ayo: I'm honestly not sure Ayo changes much from childhood? He starts out in the story as pretty child-like in a lot of ways. The change happens during the story instead!

What event in your story altered your character the most?

The Creature: Probably befriending Ayo! When they first meet, Ayo is understandably freaked out and the interaction does Not go well, and the Creature is like "see? another rejection. typical of those small-minded normies". But a bit later, once Ayo has become a bit more disillusioned with reality, he starts to understand the Creature's idea that looking evil is not really evil. And Ayo comes back, and says "I understand you" and the Creature is like oh..🥺a friend 😭. Ayo restores (some) of its faith in people, and shows it that it doesnt need to choose between companionship and being itself (fucked up scary monster).

Ayo: For a while, Ayo reassures himself that he won't accidentally do something awful with his magic by telling himself that the Sun Queen (who is the one that provides them with magic in the first place) is Kind and Loving and therefore wouldn't let him use magic to do harm. But then he learns that Sidera, the very person who told him that, actually did hurt someone by accident, and that causes a bit of a downward spiral for him. If Sidera, the top priestess and most powerful magic user, can do that, what's stopping him from doing it? (Don't ask me what Sidera did or how Ayo learns about it, I'm still figuring it out-)

Doing this ask game!

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Hey ty for combatting that one post saying tranandrophobia isn't real. I came to tumblr on the recommendation that this was a space transmasculine ppl can actually find each other but it STILL seems swarming with radfem rhetoric on like every app I try to use. I'm so scared bc next week I have to get a pap test done at this WOMANS clinic (I have a full beard) and every time I go something happens. Nurses get scared of me and have sabatoged my papers. Gestured me to go somewhere else for genital care. Every time I go to pick up my T I have to be so careful bc my papers have been shredded to keep me from getting it. Transmasculinity is so lonely sometimes. I've been sexually harrassed by a chaser, who is a woman. I feel unsafe whenever I go outside.

So for people like us to come to websites like these to have fun and escape reality and STILL see people including trans ppl who SHOULD be understanding us completely ignoring our experiences and talking like they have spoken to any of us, seeing bad faith takes constantly about how we're all attention seeking liars (while simultaneously being invisible bc that makes sense somehow) and MRA preachers bc we want ppl to stop ignoring when trans men get hurt and talk about their pain and how we don't actually get magical privilege and how secretly everything we complain about HAS to be about a trans woman somehow to shut us down-

It makes me feel crazy. Bc I know it's real. Lots of us do. But they still keep getting so many notes from radfems and queer ppl who want to look good. It feels so hopeless sometimes. I wish everyone who reblogged that had read your addition instead. Sorry if that was long

No worries anon! Like, seriously never be worried about leaving a long ask in my inbox.

Tumblr is a really complex place when it comes to the safety of any trans person really, because Tumblr is pretty dependent on the way the user curates their dashboard (though with the app trying to force new users onto the algorithmic dash that is becoming less of a feature - which blows bc user curation part of the whole appeal of the site!) But I digress - It's absolutely really frustrating the way even the most well meaning queer people regurgitate Radfem rhetoric because they don't actually know what Radical Feminism is because the Radfem propaganda machine unfortunately works and it has had decades of time to work well.

It's also especially frustrating because it is extremely emotionally labor intensive to try and discuss these topics and so you end up with a lot of extremely burnt out, frustrated trans mascs who want to give words to their experiences but are constantly told their experiences don't matter both on and offline. Which then ends with people expressing themselves in ways that are infinitely easy to take out of context or twist in unfavorable ways. Like, there's a reason why when I'm upset about something on here - I try to talk to my girlfriend or my best friend first to gather my thoughts. It's something I know I fail at sometimes to some degrees, but ultimately I don't want to fall victim to something like that. It's why I try to talk about my experiences clinically sometimes. Show too much vulnerability online and it can and will be weaponized against you.

There is also something to be said about how the absolutely atrocious damage actual MRAs have done to feminist discussions on manhood under Patriarchy is deeply upsetting. Like I said in that post, it is actually absolutely not anti-feminist to attempt to understand the ways in which Patriarchy reinforces harmful gendered stereotypes and roles onto men, especially marginalized men. Actual MRA's have taken that discussion and twisted it into something misogynistic, but the ways in which people shut down general feminist conversations on the subject quite literally stem from Radical Feminist thought - not general feminist belief - and it's deeply upsetting that that isn't more widely recognized.

I think, ultimately, hurt people hurt people and Tumblr is an environment full of hurting people who don't know how to cope well with their own lives. Marginalized people are canaries in the coal mine of capitalistic failure and we're all suffering in some way or another. That combined with the fact that Tumblr culture rewards feeling bigger or morally superior to others creates an awful cesspool of an environment for having real discussions on marginalization.

All of that said, I really hope your appointment goes well anon. Hopefully it all goes smoothly and without complications. 💛