#ITS REALY TOO LATE FOR THIS

[bleue-flora]

idk if this is the correct place but i wanted to talk a bit about this and wanted to see you opinion bc I like you analisys on canon a lot.

A big question people have with the lore about cstagedduo it's that if cpunz actually cared for cdream or not- The same with crivals after prison break but that's for another day- and if cpunz would have helped cdream out the prison if he took too long.

I personally think it's a more grey anwser. We know cpunz cares, yeah they are small moments but he does care for cdream. He wouldnt be defensive over the fact they are friends in the ending and let cdream speak to ctommy without protesting to him and still be worried he and cdream both escape the nuke together if he didnt care for him. But it is true he left cdream make his crazy plan of making everyone hate him and insolating himself for god knows how much time they expected the imprisionment to last. And that he left cdream alone a lot in the prison after the prison break while everyone on the server wanted him death. But i think this is more of a fucked up vision cpunz has than signs of lack of care. He cares about cdream but he also trusts his plan is working and he can handle himself just fine and that he's totally not in a bad mental state. He's also on board with the plan so of course if he wants to recolect knowledge and power and trust his friend to know what he is doing, he will in favor of this even if we know as viewers this is a bad idea in all aspects.

Cpunz has flaws as a friend and characther but I do think he cares about cdream. It would have sense if he didnt for me. At the end there's lots of friendships that are pretty grey and imperfect on the dsmp, Like c!clingyduo exist

As far as the prison goes, it is hard to say. How long would have been too long? And how did he not know about Quackity’s torture when it was’t like he was trying to hide it or anything. I think it comes down to trust. Specifically, Punz’s trust and faith in Dream. I’ve talked about it before, but in the stream we get of the two by themselves, Dream is filling Punz in on his plans, but not all of it. Just enough for Punz to understand what his part to play in it is. So, I don’t think Punz really knew what Dream was subjecting himself to, not to mention that things did not go as planned. Sure, while Dream considered all the possible things that could go wrong, like losing two lives and someone coming to torture him, that doesn’t mean Punz knew that and allowed Dream to go through with it. I feel like the perception a lot of times with Punz is that he is like a viking helping an older person up a mountain only to have him jump off. I think we give Punz too much credit to say he saw the big picture just because Dream did. I more so get the impression that he’s by Dream’s side and helping him climb or go wherever he needs to go not necessarily focused on where they are going, because he believes in what Dream believes, he wants what Dream wants, and be trusts Dream as his friend, who is clever and has never given him reason to question him before. 

Because of this trust, there is also an element of betrayal. If he pulls the plug and makes plans to rescue him from prison, he is going against Dream, he is doubting him. If he makes a move to end things without Dream’s support, he is expressing that he doesn’t believe in Dream and not only does that seem like something Punz would not want to risk, but also the reason he looks so bad is because of the conditions of the prison. But see, I don’t think he got to see it before Dream’s incarceration, so he isn’t aware of how inhumane it is. Sure, he likely heard from Bad, but Punz is probably also aware that Dream could be just manipulating Bad so how trust worthy is he. 

We as an outsider perspective can see Dream breaking at the seams, but the other characters certainly aren’t aware of it, so it’s a little unfair to say Punz would either. Dream has been formidable, always prepared, planned out, 10 steps ahead, why would Punz have any reason to doubt Dream in prison? Punz is also one to follow orders, he’s a mercenary after all. You pay him $10 bucks to log off and he will, why would he defy orders, especially if he didn’t know how bad it was. Hell, maybe Dream was supposed to use Ranboo to send a message to Punz if things went wrong, but after Ranboo stopped visiting that was no longer an option, but that Punz necessarily knew about that. So maybe Punz was just sitting on his hands waiting for the go ahead to do something. 

Now after prison, when Dream is such a wreck, is when we see Punz more so go off script. We see him give a passionate, detailed proposition to Purpled (that there’s no way Dream signed off of as it makes him look bad) and we see him reveal he has the revive book to clingy duo and bring Dream back in front of them. Because after prison, when it is revealed just how “south” Dream’s plan went, Punz more takes things into his own hands, especially when it comes to Dream’s well being as Dream can clearly not be trusted to look after that. 

A lot of people seem to get the impression that they did not spend a lot of time together, but see I don’t think that’s true. For starters, there is the "we" in this [clip] where it seems to me that Punz is helping to lead them to the saw trap room almost like he helped make it. Secondly, according to the map [post], placing Vik and Lazar’s experiments after prison this leads us to figure they at least spend a lot of time working together on that. If Dream is to be believed in the finale, months even. And Punz’s protective behavior seen no clearly than this moment [post] makes me more so inclined to believe Punz doesn’t leave him alone for long, especially with everyone out to kill him. I mean he can’t stay at the prison full time, he still has a cover to maintain, but just because he’s in his house in the finale, I don’t think means he kept his distance from Dream, especially after everything with Las Nevadas.

Then as far as the plan goes, we really don’t know even what it is, nonetheless if Punz fought against it. I think Punz stayed by his side and he had the same goals as Dream and they did things together, but that doesn’t mean that he trusted Dream fully after prison or didn’t push back on Dream’s self destruction or that if they survived the nuke that he would continue the plan without Dream. Like I mean this in the nicest way possible, but Punz to me seems to be more so a follower, akin to Tubbo, loyal even if maybe they should hold their friend back from doing something stupid (except Dream is a liar and good at making his stupid seem smart lol making the situation worse). Punz isn’t like Techno, who will call out Dream’s bs, he isn’t the mastermind or thinking 10 steps ahead or seeing the big picture, he’s following Dream who does. He and Dream have been friends from the start, he and Dream want the same things, and he trusts and believes in Dream...

And yes, I think this is apart of what makes their friendship flawed, unbalanced, and tragic, but as you said, so are the other friendships on the dsmp and honestly, so are friendships in real life...

(anyways... I've talked a lot about staged duo, so if I didn't say or explain it here I may have said it somewhere else like in one these other posts: [<> <> <> <> <>] though their dynamic has been shifting in my brain a bit since noticing the map so...)

[todayisafridaynight]

Arakawa family brain rot: I just had the saddest thought about Masato returning from America, but from Masumi's perspective. He's prolly excited to see his son again despite the relationship tension. He's heard Masato has been doing great. His attitude has improved with his health. Maybe things will get better if he tries hard enough.

Maybe there's a chance to fix things.

And there isn't. Masato's just as vindictive and mean and manipulative as he ever was. And Arakawa finally has to mourn the son he never had. The son he told the world had died.

Do you think he ever regretted letting Masato get away with murder? Regretted that it wasn't Ichiban he still had in his life? I have a hard time with this because he loves Masato so much. I just wish he'd had the son who loved him out in the world with him y'know.

But we all know Masato ain't built for prison.

And I can't imagine like... Seeing Jo. Being relieved to see him again but immediately losing confidence because Jo looks so much more *tired* than he did. Ever together and composed but not really His Jo anymore. Not in the same way. It is never the same after he was gone so long.

I'm sure there are moments or even days where they fall into old patterns but I can't help but feel like (if Jo did in fact go to America w Masato) that that would be a defining shift in the relationship between Jo and Masumi.

Idk what this is really about but I got in my Arakawa feelings (I think be instared too long at the picture you posted). 🫰 Thanks for listening to me ramble byyyye~

EVERY DAY of my life i think of arakawa wondering if what they did regarding masato was 'the right choice'- like OF COURSE it was masato literally wouldnt have made it yet if it was the right choice why does it feel like such the wrong choice yeah...

[linkzac]

genuinely about to have a panic attacl about how greasy i am out of nowhere

[dedolubka]

Let's talk about it

Realy?

"I’d planted images in his head of my brutalized body, the markings consistent with what Dagdan and Brannagh had already revealed to be their style. He’d describe them in detail—describe how he helped me get away before it was too late. How I ran for my life when Tamlin and Ianthe refused to intervene, to risk their alliance with Hybern. And when the sentry revealed the truth, no longer able to stomach keeping quiet when he saw how my sorry fate was concealed by Tamlin and Ianthe, just as Tamlin had sided with Ianthe the day he’d flogged that sentry …"

"For Hybern was coming—already here. I had debated it for weeks: whether it was better to claim the Spring Court for ourselves, or to let it fall to our enemies.

 It would have been easy to call in Rhys and Cassian, to have the latter bring in an Illyrian legion to claim the territory when it was weakest after my own maneuverings. Depending on how much mobility Cassian had retained—if he was still healing."

"But more than that, I had a people who had lost faith in their High Priestess. I had sentries who were beginning to rebel against their High Lord. And as a result of those things, I had Hybern royals doubting the strength of their allies here. I’d primed this court to fall. Not from outside forces—but its own internal warring."

I swallowed. “Has Hybern sacked the Spring Court?”

“Not yet. Whatever you did … it worked."

Feyre didn't show anyone the "truth about Tamlin." She lied. She altered people's memories. She's the villain in this story. Stop making excuses for her.

[vanishingcherry]

EVERYBODY TALKS

i have so many wips, but do i finish them? no. i make a whole new fic bcs for some reason ive been obsessed with mick lately

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[cloverfieldds]

someone requested for the full thing so um here ^^!

tw - detrans, religious play, cnc

being corrupted by a prest at a convent.

heading to a confessional full of guilt because you promised you wouldn’t engage in any more sinful behaviors or thoughts, but you’ve been binding lately and denying your god given sex.

you shyly step into the confessional box and stay silent as you’re scared to utter any words. its like you know that he knows why youre here.

“forgive me father..” you choke on your words, already ready to cry at the thought of his response.

“save it, my child. how many times are we to go through with this? i’m starting to think you want the devil to keep a hold on you.”

“no!” you cry out in desperation, feeling sick at the mere thought. “my body just feels wrong, father. like im not supposed to be… a girl”

no response. you can feel the disappointment through a heavy sigh followed by the opening of his door. your eyes begin to water as thoughts embrace your mind, telling you that he’s given up on you and that youre beyond healing. you stifle the cries threatening to leave your throat as your hands lay themselves over your lips. you’ve disappointed everyone in the church, not just yourself.

the door opens for you, only slightly, a crack of light hitting your eye as it does.

the priest locks eyes with you, a furrowed, disgusted expression on his face. “follow me,” he utters before turning around and leading you to his office.

you hesitantly follow him and look around the empty sanctuary, happy no one is there to have overheard anything, to have seen how disappointed youre making everyone. you step into his office, surprisingly for the first time, and watch as he gestures you to sit down, his seat right across from yours, save from his desk between you two. you sit in an uncomfortable silence and try your best to focus on not crying even though the tears are seconds from falling from your eyes.

the silence itself has gone on too long, it feels like it’s been hours of him just staring you down. you open your mouth to break it but as soon as you try speaking you choke and those tears start to fall. uncontrollable sobbing emits from your side of the desk and you begin wiping your tears slower than they fall. “im sorry.. m so so sorry father please dont be mad i tried please.”

you hear a slight groan from him as you cry out and force yourself to lock eyes with him. he is clearly irritated at you, but there is only so much you can do, right? this isnt really your fault. its the devil.

he calls out your name, “truthfully, youre trying your hardest—dedicating your life to the lord like you should be?” you shakingly nod. he falls silent once more and you find yourself looking down to the floor again. his eyes dont leave you but he still doesnt speak. this suffocation making you only more nauseated within yourself. “would you do anything to reconnect with the lord and fix yourself, my child?”

“yes! yes, father! i would!” you cry out.

“…come here.”

you look back up and watch as his chair slightly swivels to the right, indicating for you to walk around his desk and stand directly in front of him. tears continue streaming down your face as your eyes gaze upon his shoes. the same black leather shoes that youve seen a thousand times before during service. but this time it seems just a bit more humiliating.

“father..”

“hush, child.” his hand reaches toward your arm and slowly slides down to grab onto your hand. “god created these hands, my child. such girly, feminine hands,” he moves his hand to your hips, gladly watching you flinch at each and every movement. “such a godly frame going to waste. if your parents knew half of the things youve told me, im sure theyd strip you down to the core of your soul and make you apologize for every sin youve confessed to me.” you can feel every movement against your skin, slightly shaking as he slips his hand beneath your shirt, pausing as he gets to your binder. your breath hitches upon the realization.

“father.!”

“you confess your sins to me while still committing them?” you cant find it in yourself to respond. “take it off.”

you raise a brow, your crying coming to a temporary stop. “father.. could you.. turn around?”

“how am i sure you wont lie to me again? take it off. ill be watching.” your hands shake as you start to move, but you cant deny an order from the only person who knows your secret, the only one who can and would help you. he watches silently as you lift your top, hanging it on the wrist of your arm while you close your eyes and force the binder from your skin. you start to cry once more, but keep yourself going with the thought that hes just trying to help.

your binder is off, and you move to slide your shirt back onto your body, but quickly open your eyes back up once his hand grabs your wrist.

“did i say to put that back on?”

you shake your head, “but sir”

“put your hands down.” slowly, you listen to his command, only crying more at the action as you do. “stay still.” you watch as his hands move to your chest. you wanna say something, scream for help, anything, but you cant. everyone will know if they see, the binder you once wore so clearly laying out on his desk. your eyes close again as he starts to fondle you. and even though your eyes are closed, you can feel his gaze on your chest, almost like theyre following the movement of his own hands as he gropes and pinches at you. you hold in sounds of discomfort.

“this is what these are meant for. youre ruining yourself squishing them against that rib cage of yours. god’s creations are not meant to be hidden.” you wince as he pinches your nipple.

it feels like forever has gone by of him stimulating your chest, your thighs now subconsciously and slightly rubbing together as the feeling has started to turn you on. just as you hoped he wouldnt notice, you almost jump as he places a hand on the waistband of your boxers and starts to pull them down in a bundle with your pants. your hands shoot down to grip onto the fabric as your eyes lock with his. you can feel your heart skip a beat as he raises an eyebrow, a silent warning not to do anything stupid. you cant find it in yourself to move your hands. your binder- your chest is one thing but this? no one is supposed to see you like this.

“please.. ill be good, ill throw the binder and boxers and everything away, please,” you cry out as your fists tighten around the fabric.

he stares in silence as pleas leave your mouth on mindless repeat. within a few minutes his hands leave your pants and you can feel a wave of relief wash over you.

“get on your knees.” you shakingly fall to the floor, thinking nothing more than him sparing your nudity. your crying quickly stops once more as you watch him unbuckle his pants, staring at you as he does so. “youre going to cleanse yourself.” his dick is pulled from his boxers, stroking it with care as he stares at you. “ill teach you what it means to be a man, why you can never be one yourself.” and again, your tears begin to flow. you watch as his hand reaches for your hair, gripping it in your hands as you feel strands strain against your scalp. you cant beg anymore, your hand holds onto his wrist as a silent ask for mercy, but a sting is quickly felt on your cheek as a heavy hand makes impact with your cheek. “open.”

you oblige.

within moments, youre sucking off your pastor as he forces your tongue down his shaft, occasionally giving you instruction on how to make himself feel good. his thickness strains against the inside of your mouth as his moans fill your ears. your nipples rub against the cloth of his pants as he fucks your mouth, wetness forming in your boxers as he does so.

soon his moans grow longer, instructions of what to do turning more and more into praises from his lips. the praise sending a shiver down your spine. your face is suddenly pushed against his pubes as he twitches against you, cum shooting down your throat as you try your best to swallow in order to not drown in cum.

with a pop, dick is removed from your mouth as any remaining cum drips from your lips and down your chin. you look up at him with a pathetic, whiny look that sends blood straight back to his cock. “you have no idea how whorish you are, my child. stand up.”

you stand on his command and try simultaneously  wiping the tears from your eyes while removing the cum from your mouth. you watch his hand start to stroke his cock once more in a horrified silence. his hand moves back to your waistband and begins sliding them down once more. you dont have the will to stop him this time, but that doesnt stop you from begging him to not go through with this, making desperate promises of staying a girl and not going through with your transition. he ignores you as annoyance rises within him.

“ill make sure you stick to that.” quickly your pants and boxers are on the floor, a slight wetness on your inner thighs. slick coats them and youre guided to spread your legs as he licks his fingers and rubs your clit. “are you still a virgin, my child?”

you nod, embarrassed.

“tch,” he kisses his teeth. “the only godly thing about you.” you look away as he keeps on stimulating you, holding in your moans while your lips are coated in your own juices. just as you get used to the feeling, you can feel a foreign feeling at your lips, quickly looking down just in time to see him push a finger inside of you, a pained moan escape you as he does so. you cry out while your body falls forward and your hands find stability on his shoulders.

“no..!” you sob against him as he starts to move, not waiting for you to adjust to the feeling. “father! i havent.. please!”

he ignores you and continues to thrust in and out, the sound of your juices coating his finger filling your ears as his moans once did. quickly a second finger joins his first and you fully buckle over on top of him, your knee placed in between his legs on his chair as your pants drop and are left wrapped around one ankle.

“youll be ready soon, my child. dont cry.” he spits out disgustingly soothing words while you cry anyway. the thickness of his fingers is too much, and you can only imagine how painful itll be when he finally fucks you.

almost as if reading your mind, his fingers pull themselves out and his slaps your pussy before moving a hand back to his cock. “thatll be enough.”

your eyes widen as speaks, knowing yourself that it isnt enough at all. “no, father just a bit more.. please!”

he ignores you and gestures for you to climb on top of him as you cry out.

“no! no!” you grab his hand and lead it back towards your boycunt, pathetically grinding against it in hopes that hell continue to fingerfuck you. “see? just a bit more! please! pl-“

a harsh hand hits your cheek once more, that familiar sting shutting you up and stopping your cries.

“get up here or ill inflict a godly punishment onto you.”

your hand grips onto his shoulder for stability as you slowly climb on top of him, apologizing to god as you do. your lips tremble while you speak and do your best to keep from any more physical punishment.

his cockhead glides against your lips, the wetness from his spit, your slick, and his cum mixing together. he tries to push in, slipping against your lips as it doesn’t go. a simple “relax” leaves his mouth as if its that easy, but you try anyway. and within a few more tries, the pain from his initial entrance hits you. you let out a guttural moan as your head falls onto his shoulder, crying out in pain. he wastes no time moving deeper inside of you. your fingers grip onto his shoulders and you continue to beg for mercy. the tightness of your virgin walls doesnt help your desperation. with a final thrust, hes completely inside of you, listening to your heavy breathing as you subconsciously clench around his dick. he pauses for a bit, finally letting you catch your breath as he rubs circles on your back, calling you a good girl and loving the feeling of your pussy every time the words leave his lips.

“are you alright?” you shake your head, unable to speak. he doesnt seem to care.

his hands grip onto your hips and quickly start to thrust himself into you. you let out another painful cry, feeling nothing but regret. you wish you left the church and let him tell everyone. you wish you never took your binder off or let him remove your boxers. you wish your stupid boycunt didnt get wet from all the friction on your nipples. you wish you didnt let him grope and molest you like that. but it doesnt seem to matter. your hole burns and hes thrusting into you like his life depends on it.

“this is.. your role as a wom.. as a woman.” he groans into your ear. “do you hear me?” you can only sob out incoherent responses. “you were made.. made for this, my child.” you clench around his dick every time he speaks, like some dirty and raw part of you likes being spoken to like this. “thinking.. someone as slutty as you? someone so.. fuck,” you jump (well, as much as you can) at his swearing, “so clearly made for being penetrated was meant to.. to be a boy?”

“..m sorry.. sorry sorry” you apologize between chokes and cries.

“fuck.. even touching you is corrupting me. youll need to pray every hour if you want forgiveness at this.. at this rate.” you can feel your body convulsing at his words, begging him to stop because something unholy is clearly building up inside of you, but he doesnt care. if anything, he goes faster, finger moving towards your clit as he starts to rub with a painfully blissful harshness.

“such a perfect cunt.. fucking.. tight whore…” his teeth latch onto your neck as he continues to fuck you, wet sounds emitting from both of you and echoing around his office. “made to be bred. arent you?”

your head shots up as he thrusts against your gspot, watching your back arch as he does it once more. “no..! n..no! not ins..inside!” you fight back once more, hands pounding against his shoulders as you cum, crying out in agony while he keeps on fucking you. “please!”

his hand moves up to your throat, annoyed with your writhing and begging, aiming to cum inside you without care for your disarrayed demeanor.

within moments, his thrusts become more and more broken and disorganized. groans are forced into your ear as he pulls you towards him. you feel his cock twitch inside of you as hot cum coats your walls. you moan out, as much as you can with a hand gripped around your throat, before he releases you and allows your coughing fit on his shoulder, falling forward and trying to catch your breath while cum drips out of your full pussy.

a few moments of silence are interrupted as he begins to kiss up and down your neck before lifting you off of him. he smiles at the sound you make when he removes himself from your boycunt. youre lazily cleaned and redressed in a daze.

“i expect to see you at service this sunday, is that clear?” he buckles his pants back.

“..yes, father.”

[writers-potion]

Plot Templates for Dark Fiction

MC hears about danger and mocks it as unreal, and ses out to prove that it's not real. He enlists the helps of a loyal but reluctant friend/servant/colleague/lover. -> Things get stranger and they fall into real danger -> MC fights the threat, narrowly getting away with his life. -> The danger gets even worse -> The threat is defeated, and the friend often pays a terrible price.

A danger threats the MC's community and he is the only one who can defeat it -> First Failure -> Second Failure -> She learns something important, and wins.

MC wants to belong to a community (secret society, gang, etc.) -> He works to convince the others that he is worthy of being a member -> He is granted initiation -> He works harder to be taken into the Inner Circle -> He realizes that the community is evil -> Will he go ahead or back out? (A) End with the realization (B) His conscience wins and he sacrifices himself (C) He decides to go ahead, enjoying the evil.

He devotes himself to fighting the evil -> She makes sacrifices for the good -> She realizes that what she has fought for is actually evil, and the people around her were right.

An innocent MC observes the actions of others -> The reader picks up on the subtext that there's something evil while the MC goes around, naive.

MC is urged by a friend not to pursue a dangerous venture -> The venture turns out to be harder than it seemed -> He barely escapes from the danger and seeks help -> Help does not arrive and the MC fights against the menace -> the friend/traitor falls into their own trap they've laid for the MC

Newly dead MC wakes undead as a ghost/zombie/vampire -> He has unfinished business to conclude and sets out for his mission -> He meets unexpected obstacles in the world of the undead -> He realizes something new and forfeits the initial mission

MC is obsessed hunting a monster/evil creature -> He nearly dies but prevails -> He takes a trophy home but realizes that the monster had got to his family first -> His triumph becomes meaningless

MC believes that an evil creature/monster is actually innocent -> She sets out to win its trust and tames it -> She succeeds and lets her guard down -> The monster attacks her

MC wants to overcome a personal fear -> He succeeds after many attempts -> He realizes that in this instance he should have listened to his instincts - he has become an easy victim

MC is a semi-sympathetic character whom the reader can understand, but not quite like -> He obsessively plots to get the justice/love he thinks he deserves -> He realies he has falledn into his won trap/walked into a rival's similar trap -> He tries desperately to escape -> MC dies knowing that he obsessions have brought his own demise.

MC is a righteous character -> She lands in a situation with only two options, which are immoral.

MC plots to bring the downfall of another character -> He is betrayed by his most trusted friend

MC schemes to trap another person -> She realizes too late that she has been outsmarted/fallen into her own trap

These are some common plot progressions, so feel free to explore with other types!

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[genderqueerdykes]

I stumbled across someone who calls themself 'gender critical', a 'hater of all things male', AND a 'transguy butchdyke'.

we've finally done it, everyone. a gender crit who is the very thing their peers despise: someone who's transmasc. I'm starting to think people are this stupid on purpose

this happens soooooooooooo often it's really painful. i'll try to explain, i do agree with you that it's just willful stupidity in the sense that they're riding the high of being a jackass. like inside of troll communities like this all they really do is ride the high of pissing people off. also, unfortunately, a lot of these people are extremely vulnerable and deal with very low self esteem and use these kinds of violent, angry, exclusive communities as a way to self soothe and it never works out. its an echo chamber and they stay miserable and all that's left to do is ride the adrenaline rush you get from pissing someone off

generally what happens in this case can be one of a few things. the first is that they tend to be trans mascs or men who watch fucked up trans creators on YouTube like Kalvin Garrah or Buck Angel who tell them that non binary people aren't trans and that trans men can never be feminine ever. but then they also interact with rad fems and get suckered in because the rad fem community tolerates butch transmasc people to an extent in order to increase their numbers. they don't really care all that much if you're transmasc as long as you're suckering other people into their cult, they're happy as can be.

unfortunately this also stems from people who detransitioned and felt completely disenfranchised from their trans identity and time spent as being trans so they take it out on other trans people. they didn't end up being trans and they're pissed off because trans people "tricked" them into doing it too. usually what it is is that person is either genuinely curious or has low self esteem and does something because someone they look up to does, only to find out its not for them, so they take it out on the group they didn't fit into instead of moving along. it just realy sucks because there's nothing wrong with detransitioning at all whatsoever, but its the people who become bitter and jaded from their experiences and take it out on other trans people that really need to sort their shit out.

anyone who's proud to be a man hater is a rad fem there's no other reason to be like that. and it's just weird as hell when i see rad fems trying to "reclaim" certain genderqueer lesbian terms when they don't even fit into those categories to begin with. if you hate and reject manhood how are you a man? suffering is not righteous, you will not gain anything by allowing yourself to suffer for someone else. if you hate manhood and are a man: that means you hate yourself. that is your cross to bear. you need to sort that out with yourself, not take it out on other people.

it's just dumb. i agree with you it's some sort of willful stupidity in order to troll and fuck with people. they get a kick out of it because it pisses people off. that's really all it is. they think they're counterculture, but they're edgelords. they're not making any bold statements by using terms that are heavily used by trans people (including detrans btw) and then somehow saying its now a rad fem or gender crit thing. you're doing that for shock value.

i stopped seeing that kind of behavior lately fortunately but it's all over this website. there are so many people on here who have just completely willingly walked right into rad feminism and brag about it. like they're somehow these cool punks who don't follow the rules. like they're somehow making a statement, like they're somehow breaking societal norms in a productive way. theres literally 0 critical thinking involved in rad feminism. all they do is actively oppress women and trans people, how is that "counter culture"? that's fascism. you're just a jackass fucking around with words on the internet to piss people off. that's just troll behavior. nobody cares, we have shit to do off of our phones and computers

[veiledvvitch]

Pleasure & Poison

Summary: The night before Rook impulsively takes on a dozen Antaam in order to save captured slaves, she's working on a contract at a banquet. Rook succesfully kills her target but is wounded with a poisoned blade. Viago rescues her, tends to her wounds, and one thing leads to another.

Tags/warnings: Slightly gory descriptions of wounds, near death, smut (but realy not too descriptive, I like to write it more vague and poetic), hints of love triangle drama.

Pairing: Viago de Riva x femme elf Crow! Rook (My OC Lucrezia de Riva / she's his protegé they are not related/)

Lucrezia fell back clutching at her chest. The poisonous blade had lacerated her several times and the venom had allready began rushing to her heart. Its wielder, a corrupted Merchant Prince that she had made damn sure to kill moments ago.

But now the music of the banquet had stilled and she was alone, and she was dying. Well, at least she had finished her contract.

"Fenhedis" she choked, regretting her own carelessness. If only she had not gotten too close, something her talon, Viago had lectured her on countless of times. She was afterall a mage and no warrior. Despite her spellblade, she had always been instructed to use it as a last way out and to finish her targets at range.

But Lucrezia liked getting close, it had afterall been such a great part of her reputation as an assasin. There was a saying in Treviso that there was no party, untill the Vampire had shown up (a mythic nickname earned during her bloodied fledgling days, after defending herself from a rival with her bare teeth). And this had been quite the party.

Just as her vision began faltering, she heard the sound of someone storming into the chamber.

"Lucrezia!" Viago yelled, pulling her limp body up into his arms. She looked up at him weakly. He had come for her again, her bastard Prince.

He stroked away the flaming curls stuck to the pearls of sweat on her forehead, assesing the situation as quickly as he could. Fifth Talon Viago de Riva, who had once taken her under his wing. Viago, who had mercilessly trained her untill the day she had become a fully fledged crow. A day that had finally arrived a mere year earlier. Ever since then, she had strived for his praise and approval, for her place in the House of de Riva.

"Viago. I'm sorry" Lucrezia whispered, barely coherently.

"No. You're not." Truth to be told, she rarely ever was.

"I forgot to take it again." Lucrezia nearly slipped out of his grasp, and Viago struggled to not slide on the blood soaked floor. She had once again forgotten the daily vial of diluted poison he had given her every day since she became his fledgling.

"You idiot." he spat through gritted teeth, desperately searching amongst his vials for the correct one. Lucrezia's eyes began rolling back into her head, her lips turning blue. She was fading, and there were so little time left.

Viago ripped the front of her dress open, it was an expensive one she had borrowed from Teia for the banquet her target attended.

He doused her wound in antidote, then opened another vial and forcefully poured it down her throat. It burned and she coughed weakly while he prayed to Andraste he was not too late. He kept patting her sickly pale face, desperately trying to make her stay with him.

"Ten years of training, don't let it all go to waste. I'll kill you if you die, you hear me. Luca. Even if I have to enter the fade and drag you out of deaths grip myself."

A small smirk appeared on Lucrezia's lips, that slowly returned to its former blush. Without thinking he pulled her further into his arms, embracing her tightly in divine gratitude. Feeling her heart beating against his own could have brought him to tears if it weren't for how angry he was.

"Viago." She whispered, "I didn't know you cared this much."

"Shut up. I don't." He hissed curtly, and she could not see it but he was smiling with relief too.

He got up and carried her back, all across Trevisan rooftops and alleys untill he reached his mansion. The house of de Riva.

There he tended to her wounds in his office; where she laid in silence upon a loveseat, patiently watching him stich her up without ever tearing a grimace. Barechested and exposed, Viago did not even seem to register how vulnerable she was.

"First scars ive ever gotten from a contract" she mused, "I hope it heals well, I won't be able to blend in much if i'm disfigured."

Viago's eyes never trailed away from the stiches, "It is a Crows milestone. Makes a contract more memorable."

Lucrezia blinked away the tears, sucessfully supressing them. "-Besides, it would not lessen your beauty."

She almost thought she had misheard him for a moment, perhaps her head was still woozy from the poisons close call. His eyes twinkled, Viago was a true artisan with the thread and needle.

"Do you have any memorable scars?" She asked, gazing at him and realizing for the first time that she had never seen his hands without gloves. Viago was always covered in his crow leathers, capes, poisoners belts and the likes. An arsenal of knives and poisons, always at the ready.

His eyes met her own sternly, he did not wish to answer. His will hardly buckled, seemingly. Untill he met her gaze.

"Please?"

Viago sighed and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, reluctantly revealing an old stab wound with a rather mortal placement. "Scars are memorable, because it means you can never make the same mistake again." He lectured her.

Her hand reached out tenderly to touch the purple socket of skin, after a moment she observed correctly "You let someone too close."

Viago's gloved hands moved back swiftly to cover it again but lingered for just a moment at the collar of his shirt. It was true, even now he struggled to let anyone have him as vulnerable. Not even Teia. Lucrezia's hand remained at his chest, tracing the scars texture softly. His gloves had always stayed on during any acts of lovemaking, more often than enough he kept himself as dressed as possible too. Having his tools at easy access, always ready for any attack, backstabbing or otherwise.

He noticed how her rosy cheeks had returned, she was allright. He had saved her. He could let himself relax again.

"Viago?" Her voice called him back again from wherever his mind had wandered. His focus returned to the stiches, he turned to a frown.

"You should not look at your Talon like that." He stated, warning her.

"Forgive me. It must have been the poison, I feel.. dazed." Lucrezia lied, it had not affected any sense of clarity at all. The relief they both felt had simply provided oppurtunity to act on what was previously unacted on.

The way he had always favored her, protected her, while berating himself for his weakness. This loving affliction, that made him so ferociously protective of his former fledgling. So much that, after she had gotten involved with Illario Dellamorte, he had jepordised his houses relationship with the first Talon by threatening her grandson. Teia knew too, she had called him out on it multiple times during their times together.

Viago placed the final stitch meticulously, and retrieved his tools to their assigned places.

"But what is your execuse Viago? No poison has afflicted your senses tonight, has it?" Lucrezia suddenly asked, just after he had believed he could put the matter, his desire, to rest.

"You are poison, Luca." He replied, throwing her a shirt disdainfully without looking back.

"Then what is the antidote? Or would you rather have me diluted as well?" She asked as she sat up, wondering if he would realy leave.

He gritted his teeth in response,

"Once every morning and night, perhaps?", she teased suggestively.

Just as Teia had snidefully remarked, he would continously micro dose his infatuation with his former apprentice. He would think about her during his relations with Andarateia, he would watch over her, make sure she stayed out of trouble even though she was no fledgling anymore. Always sticking his head out to protect her against their fellow crows, rivals and enemies.

Lucrezia knew she had struck a nerve this time, as he stood still in the middle of the room watching her without opening his mouth to berate her. She had him twirled right around her finger tips, but this time she was taking it too far.

"-Vi" she managed to breathlesly whisper before he stormed towards her, his lips crashing hungrily around her own. With great haste and without any of his usual self controll. Desperate and forbidden, he had failed to learn from his mistakes afterall. He was getting too close.

Lucrezia's hands searched for his as she pulled his entire being towards her. She slid a finger under his tight leather gloves, which made him hesitate. But only for a moment. She slid the glove of his wrist, then the other, and she gazed at his scars when their lips parted. Then brought his hand to the side of her face.

"Luca." He called her endearingly, before kissing her again. "This is... dangerous."

She laughed, it only weakened him further.

'Well, you did always call me reckless." Lucrezia whispered in between starved kisses, they had strayed far beyond the point of no return now.

"What are you afraid of? People seeing?" She asked,

"Stop talking."

The shirt he had previously thrown at her had mysteriously disappeared, and the ruined dress had been hitched up her waist to give him room and acess.

He felt her bareskinned, trembling against the palm of his bared hand. Skin soft, warm. Flesh to flesh, alive and not dead.

He sank into a pool of warmth, closing his eyes as he recited the chant of light in his head - praying that this indulgence would not jepordize her safety. She was the sole thing he cared more about than furthering himself. Even more than claiming his birthright, his throne.

Lucrezia wrapped her legs around him, then her arms. She felt like a venemous spider spinning her prey in her web. Then he took her, letting all his fears and frustration spill out along soft cries and kisses.

Afterwards, she laid in his arms as he laid there stunned. She had never seen him so relaxed before, so vulnerable. His knives were far away, thrown amongst his clothes.

When she discretly reached for her own he pulled her straight back into his arms, refusing to let her go yet.

"Viago? This is...."

"Shhh. Don't ruin it."

"What about Teia?"

"Teia is free to live as she wishes, and so am I."

He pressed himself closer to her, and she could feel his warmth radiating still against her back.

"I'm serious. We can't do this, can we?"

"We have allready gone too far. " Viago answered calmly, "We might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

He took in the scent of her red hair, closed his eyes and burrowed his aching head amongst her curls. His Lucrezia.

"You take your pleasures like you take your poisons, huh?"

"Sparingly." Viago whispered defeatedly. Just as he had taught her.

After a while, once Viago had slipped into sleep, Lucrezia slipped out of his arms unoticed. "My Luca." He mumbled asleep, "My little rook".

[johnathancactus]

just putting this here bc im feeling a bit frustrated with myself right now & talking at nobody helps

cw: not eating enough, & thusly not feeling great; general health; body health; venting

i always feel bad about being so concerned about my health when everybody says im healthy bc i know im not--for context: i probably have arfid & have big issues w food texture to the point where i struggle to eat much of any meat/protein & other vitamins

in the past (before i started taking vitamins & iron supplements) i used to always be dead tired. i knew i wasnt depressed but it was more just that i could barely make my body do anything?? it even got so bad once that i couldnt move my arms for like 3 minutes (which was fucking terrifying bc it came out of nowhere). i used to feel like i was hollow--like there was nothing behind my face but skin & bones. i used to feel sick looking at my body bc i felt like i looked more like a skeleton than a person. i lowkey felt like my body was corroding & eating itself--i wasnt dying but it felt like it

so i was like "oh shit" & started taking vitamins & iron (even though my doctor said my blood work was fine??), and stopped feeling quite as much like death, yay! but even still im usually exhausted & feel like shit... like i still struggle to eat enough and its just frustrating bc i dont want to talk to people about it a ton? i have a bad habit of obessng over my health (prob bc i dont usually feel awesome) & i get by enough to where i seem fine? sometimes im not even sure if im just making this bigger in my head (granted, while im typing this my hands are shaking bc i havent been getting enough to eat lmao) but most people think im making it a big deal? idrk man... like i know i get anxious, & my doctor keeps telling me that im fine, but i still usually feel like shit (not like im dying any more, though! win!)... like people tell me i need to stop worrying about my health but like idfk.... its hard to not worry when i feel like im in the lowest possible bit of qualifying as "normally healthy".... ugh

like i qualify as "fine", but if i eat a meal too late my abdomen becomes concave?? like i know this is a Thing, but it happens to me pretty regularly which makes me tweak tf out because like??? is that realy normal????

its also hard because as a woman, people always go "omg ur so skinny!!! ur so pretty <3 <3 i wish i had ur body!!!" (i'm 5'8" & 104 lbs) because i feel so guilty for wanting to gain weight? i should want this right? like so may people want to be like me--even though i feel sick & dead all the time... like you shouldnt want this--or should i not want to change? sometimes i wonder if i should give up bc it took me 2 years to gain 10lbs...

maybe i just should talk to my therapist about it sometime instead of my ocd idfk... i just want to feel Healthy again.. i feel like its been years since ive felt energized and alive... since i havent felt like i could die if i ended up missing a meal... since i havent been able to see my hip bones stick out like im dying (looking at them makes me feel sick to my stomach)... since i havent felt as if my own body was eating itself... ugh

[lazypanartist]

Hello could you please write a USM ben reilly x reader headcanon I realy like your other one

Of course! Was just thinking about him again today..

USM Ben Reilly x Reader Headcanons!

Established relationship (Bc writing meetings can be Hard™), starts before he's outed as a spy

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Super protective of you as his partner

He knows that you could be used against him by either side, so tries to keep you close and under wraps

A hard combo, but he's not a very openly emotional guy

Not at the start, at least

Takes a lil bit for him to warm up to any kind of touch

Starts slow

Hand holding

Using you as an armrest

Ruffling your hair

Eventually he's a little more open, both emotionally and to touch

Gets better at saying "I love you"

Gives forehead kisses so he doesn't have to lean down as far

Thinks the "Spider-Man Kiss" is corny, but he'll do it if you ask

He only realizes how much he needs you once it's too late

When he gets the call from Peter, the first thing he does is ask for you

But you can't come

It's too far for Peter to get you from your place in so little time

Ben makes him promise to pass a message to you

The next morning, Peter's at your door with some chocolate and a note

It's short, to the point, vaguely sappy

Ben apologizing for being an idiot, for lying, for throwing away everything he had

For choosing his job over you

It ends with him saying that "I could never show you as much of the love you deserved. I'm sorry.. I can never stop loving you, for any reason. The job still needs to be done. I love you."

Peter explains that Ben had probably written it right before the takedown of Shield, and intended for you to find it yourself

Obviously didn't work that way

And now, you were stuck with the knowledge that he "can never stop loving you", and the belief that your boyfriend was dead.

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Thinking of making post-resurrection its own part.. of tie it with thoughts from the bottom of the harbor. Let me know if y'all want another part!

[mikka-minns]

Snowblind x Mk1 intros

(this is only part one, there Will probably be another)

The names in the parenthesis() are what the characters are refered to as in the intros themselves

Kinda messy

Also, there are some Ships implied, so beware. This is all just crack and headcanons, nothing serius

(this has been on my drafts for a month, so sorry i havent posted earlier)

@dinainwater @laismoura-art

Sb!Kuai Liang vs Sb!Hanzo

Kuai: Just like the old times, eh?

Hanzo: only this time,  you wont beat me

Hanzo: I hope i am worthy of this fight

Kuai: im still not used to these compliments

Kuai: i cannot understand how Someone can be so power-hungry

Hanzo: because you are the kindest of souls, Kuai Liang

Hanzo: You know, i actualy won our last fight

Kuai: no you didnt! I had you on chokehold with my legs-

Mk1!Bi han (sub zero) vs Sb!Kuai Liang (Kaui)

Sub zero: in your timeline, you are the lin kuei grandmaster?

Kuai: i was.

Sub zero: i can only hope my other self did better than i

Kuai: its not Just about our mistakes, but the ways we try and fix them

Sub zero: it is weird seeing my-

Kuai: younger brother be older than you? *chuckle* i understand

Sub zero: it is too late to make things right.

Kuai: only if you are truly heartless and i can see you arent

Kuai: even if they dont forgive you, you can all move forward

Sub zero: but is it together? Or did i doom our brotherhood?

Kuai: for the last time, Kenshi isnt a landowner!

Sub zero: all right! Cuz i am not paying double rent!

Sb!Kuai Liang (Kuai) vs mk1!Johnny Cage(Johnny)

Johnny: so who is this "Simone" chick Kenny keeps talking about?

Kuai: i dont think you understand. She is LITERALY a chicken

Johnny: so who is Kenny's other dad?

Kuai: i dont even know who is the first one?!

Johnny: alright, Rocky... or Batman?!

Kuai: You cant possibly make me choose!

Kuai: me? In a movie? You're as crazy as Johnny from my timeline

Johnny: If two of us cant convince you, then its you whose crazy

Johnny: dude, you are such a dil-

Kuai: do not finish that sentance, Johnathan

Johnny: holy shit, we are technicaly in-laws!

Kuai:*sigh* it could have been worse i guess

Johnny: never Thought a king of hell would be my sorta-father-in-law!

Mk1! Johnny Cage (Johnny) vs Sb!Hanzo

Hanzo: I just hope you're better than most of my in-laws

Johnny: so you and Kuai, huh?

Hanzo: what about us? We're on good terms

Hanzo: So you're the Johnny Cage Kuai told me about?

Johnny: first name basis? I think i see whats going on!

Kenshi: you seem like a good friend of my other self

Johnny: You are a king?! Awesome!

Hanzo: its not as fun as you may think.

Mk1!Johnny Cage(Johnny) vs Sb!Kenshi

Johnny: I dont know if you're old enough to know the truth

Johnny: so who is this "Simone"?

Kenshi: oooh! You gotta meet her, she's great!

Johnny: gee, Kenny, how come big Kano let you have two dads?

Kenshi: he... What?

Kenshi: how did you get ahold of Sento?

Johnny: it was easy. Keeping it was hard

Johnny: duuude, no way you never watched Rocky!

Kenshi: we dont have movies in the wastelands.

Mk1!Kenshi Kenshi vs Sb!Kenshi

Kenshi: You fight the black dragon on your own?

Sb!Kenshi: had Kuai not shown up, i wouldnt be here

Kenshi: your mentor sounds like a wise man

Sb!Kenshi : he threw a melon at me

Sb!Kenshi: You never chase chickens as training?

Kenshi: *chuckles* your mentor sounds like a fun guy

Sb!Kenshi: You dont know who Simone is?

Kenshi: i've never met anyone with that name in my life

Kenshi: hearing of the wastelands, i am gratefull for Liu Kang

Sb!Kenshi: realy? Well i think he could've done better

Scorpion: i can tell you and that scorpion arent brothers

Mk1!Kuai (scorpion) vs Sb!Kuai

Kuai: i think everyone can

Kuai: so in this timeline, you are scorpion?

Scorpion: i see even within my other selves i am different

Scorpion: what happend with your Bi han?

Kuai: retired. Kind of. He mostly just judges my tastes now

Scorpion: You area farmer? Just like Raiden!

Kuai: Raiden?

Kuai: You seem fond of your Raiden

Scorpion: he is a great ally and an even greater friend

Kenshi: Kuai still wont tell me what your promise was

Sb!Kenshi vs Sb!Hanzo

Hanzo: then i wont disrespect him by talking behind his back

Hanzo: I would never hurt Kuai Liang

Kenshi: i cant trust you on just your word

Kenshi: so what are you the king of?

Hanzo: hell, Neatherrealm, ga-

Kenshi: why does everyone think im Kuai's son?

Hanzo: You arent?!

Sb!Kenshi vs Sb!Kuai

Kenshi: i still havent thanked you for saving me

Kuai: there's nothing to thank me for

Kenshi: what is that promise about?

Kuai: nothing that concernes you, dont worry

Kuai: for the love of god, dont befriend anyone named Cage

Kenshi: why? He's such a cool guy!

Kuai: so, Johnny showed you some movies?

Kenshi: Yes aaand now i know where you got the ideas for our training

Kuai: you're lucky you cant see the terrible costumes in ninja mime

Kenshi: but it sounds so fun! What is mime?

Liu kang: im glad Hanzo and you are allies in your timeline

Kuai: You can call us cousins too, since you already started with that shit

Kuai: what the hell were you thinking?

Liu Kang: only of whats best for earthrealm

Shang: You aged so gracefully

MK1!Shang Tsung (Shang) vs Sb!Kuai

Kuai: say that again and you wont age at all

Shang: if that Hanzo ever brothers you, i can always help

Kuai: you are the only one bothering me. Back. Off!

Kuai: dont you dare come anywhere near Kenshi!

Shang: your mistrust wounds me, Kuai Liang

Kuai: If you dont shut up yourself, i'll make you!

Shang: coming from you, that doesnt sound bad at all

Smoke: what do you mean Hanzo isnt a kid?!

Mk1!Smoke and Sb!Kuai (these are some inside jokes i have with a couple of mutuals😉)

Kuai: have you never seen a child?!

Kuai: so do you only take old people as your students?

Smoke: HE TOLD ME HE WAS 15, OKAY?!

Smoke: How do we stop Bi han?

Kuai: my advice, pay his rent and spanish classes

Smoke: i bet i can guess your exact age!

Kuai: *sigh* of course you can

Smoke: ohhh, Who is Sareena? Your girlfriend?

Kuai: You trying to start a fight with both Bi hans?

Ashrah: You have no evil in your soul

Mk1!Ashrah and Sb!Kuai

Kuai: i am far from innocent

Ashrah: dont be so cruel on yourself

Ashrah: You are a great teacher

Kuai: i have a great student

(not himself as in other Kuai, but as himself himself)

Kuai: that is all i've ever known

Mk1!Shang tsung vs Sb!Hanzo

Hanzo: Im suprised Kuai hasnt broken all your bones

Shang: im suprised he didnt kill you already

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

TAROT OBSERVATIONS

Ahhh tarot, one of my fave things to talk about.

So I want to talk about a few cards that's been on my mind lately. Some times interpretations can be a little misguided, but overall I like to tell people to trust their gut. So without further a due we can get started on some things I've observed over the years.

Starting with..

7 of Cups

so the 7 of cups takes a focus on dreams and goals that one wants to embark on.. but wait.. which one do you choose? its so funny to me. Because its like each cup shows a different dimension on where your life could go. But only one is going to be the one that works the best at the moment. And the rest will follow. This is where a lot of confusion comes in when this card comes up in the reading, be it love, money, career... you name it. It's message to the reader is so that this person can choose ONE thing, so it can commit on the others little by little. Piece by piece. Giving your all to that one thing, and a little bit here and there to the others will help them grow much easier. If its in the matters of love, you might have too much on your plate, and should probably re-examine the wants and needs of your relationship in due time.

8 of Cups

Abundance. Time. And Commitment. Nothing comes fast and easy with this placement, and even if you don't have all the resources, someone will come along and will help you for the ride. Don't be ashamed to let people in when you dont know what works at the moment. You could use a helping hand even if you think you have it all together you know. with the 8 of cups, its simply asking us to feel determined in all that we do, because the reward is right around the corner.

The Empress

I love this one, which is why its the third one. The Empress shows creative magic, that is connected to the sacral chraka/womb space. The person who gets this card in any reading is shown to have deep resilience, luck, charm and an openess that brings people towards them. Even if they do not know this for themselves, they are seen as attractive individuals and its their auras that capture the attention of many. If you see this in a love reading, career reading or even a money reading, you have all the cards and should be using your energy to the fullest.

Queen Of Wands

This card shows an individual who is a boss, is top notch and knows what they want. If you get this card in a love, career, money reading etc. You gotta play your part as the leader in some way and to never run away from it. It shows a drive in the persona that could be very fiery in nature, and people tend to like this side of you. Could also show someone who can be great in what they do, and should be open to sharing that gift with everyone in the future.

8 of Wands

The 8 of wands is a bit fickle to me. It shows a lot determination at the start, like going back and forth on an idea and then coming to terms with it. This can show up as energy that can be fiery and has a need to 'go to war' for whatever it is that person desires. A lot of heavy lifting in my opinion.

Ace of Coins

Beneficial in a reading if you ask me. If you see this come up in any reading, be it love, money, career etc. You might get something special out of it. Like all that work paid off or something. Could be a new lover could be financial stable and you could benefit from this. Your new career could be bringing you a fortune, or you simply are in luck for some fun and money matters are going to be alright. So if you get this card this energy would be great to pull in a reading.

The Moon

The subconscious is the focal point here for me. It's really deep and can penetrate the reading in a whole new function, since its connected to water. I feel that getting this card in a love reading would show something you need to analyze a bit more, learning how to trust your gut and not going in head first all of the time. The moon card is indeed the mystic, and you could learn a lot about how your emotions plays a huge role in your reality at the moment.

The Sun

Excellence. A really lucky card. It shows that things will go great during this time and how your energy will be more lucky, confidence will be up, and life will show experiences that makes living all worth it. It could be a sign of celebration. In love, it could mean a happy, balanced couple. In career, this could be fortunate. It all depends on what you're looking to get into.

6 Of Coins

My generous card. When pulling this card, it shows an appreciation of material things and the heart. Its focus is on helping the ones you love, and being in a fortunate position and using that gift to work with the community in some way shape or form. It could also mean you might need to hold on to your coin a little longer, and not being a super spender just because you got it, you never know when you're going to need it for something good ;)

Thats it for now. Just wanted to try this new observation list and get started on more to come. Hope you lot enjoy!

[busterpoint]

Texas toas, no beta read we die like... A creature bound to an asbestos suit(?)

Pyro in this fic uses it/its pronouns as a heads up, fic starts below the cut!

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Red. They liked red. Blue was the enemy. Blue was water. Blue was evil. Blue is alive. And it would all burn to red and black. It was The Pyro. The Incarnate. The inhuman monster that lurks in the molten core of this planet. At one time. Not anymore.

It was a domesticated creature now. Soulbound to an asbestos suit. Whatever asbestos was. All it knew was that it was itchy before becoming more properly accustomed to the wear.

Soon enough it had became incorporated into its being. It enjoyed the suit, found it comforting to be given form. Even if the others saw The Pyro as inhuman, it had a lover. A good one at that. He loved it. The Pyro was certain of it, the way he didn't shy away so fast. Nor did he seemed bothered by its new maw. Teeth splintering sideways, sharp, serrated, and snaking between its eyes. Plus, he didn't want to gut him like the doctor.

The man wore a yellow hardhat, voice gentle and beckoning. How it would love to crawl onto his lap sometimes. How it would love to hold him. Take him home.  Take him. Take... The Pyro growled at the thought. He wouldn't let it stay.

So there it was. Sitting in the rafters, watching him. Only a desk lamp keeping the room lit, cloaking it in darkness. The Pyro was careful to not move. It didn't wish to bother The Engineer. He was working hard. Always working hard. Didn't he deserve a break?

Always nitpicking the littlest things about his designs. Striving for perfection that would never be achieved. He could always do better is what he'd say. Working himself to exhaustion and some nights passing out there at the table. It was there to make sure he left to go to his room. The workshop is no place to sleep, it's a bad habit in the making.

The Pyro watched a little longer as The Engineer nodded off. No. No. No. He can't. It hopped down, surprised there was no reaction to the sudden noise. Moving closer, it gently shook his shoulders. He mumbled something incoherent. So it sighed and took him up by the armpits.

How heavy he was didn't matter, but getting him to a bed did. The Engineer's room was locked behind a passcode, one of the few that had one. And it didn't feel like setting off any alarms. It was okay though, its room was clean and so was the bed.

The Pyro slipped into its room, careful to avoid watchful eyes. It was late, and despite how empty it was there could be The Spy watching. Chancing it was the last thing it wanted to do. Have people up in arms assuming it went to go kill its love or something insane. The others didn't think too highly of it.

Its room was small. Just enough for The Pyro alone, but with The Engineer in its bed it just sat on the floor. Tucking him in, it sat across from the bed on the floor. The queen sized bed took up most of the room, leaving just enough space for an empty wardrobe and a cold coat hanger. Its flamethrower leaned against the barren coat hanger, and it had kept nothing but matches, snacks, and a few plushies within the drawers of the little wardrobe.

The Pyro sat there, with just enough room to sit with its knees curled inwards. To avoid kicking the bed as its back pressed against the wall. It wished not to bother its dearest, who needed the rest more that it did. However, it did put The Pyro at ease knowing that he was getting some sleep. Most of its anxieties that kept it up were worries of The Engineer overworking himself.

It doesn't take long to close its eyes seeing everything was okay. Sleep was close. Sleep was warm. Sleep was-

He stirrs.

The Pyro jolted awake at the noise. It wasn't that loud, but enough to grab its attention. The shuffling of sheets. Tinted glass lenses stared. The faint white pupils of The Pyro's eyes visible for that brief moment. Nothing happened.

It seemed as if time stopped, dragging on for hours in a mere moment. Confusion, realization, uncertainty... Fear. All felt in an instant. Plasma was its innards. Ionized helium bursting into flame, burning long and hard like pure sodium sputtering in the sea.

Suddenly, The Engineer laughs. It's not cruel. He sighed and reached out to The Pyro. "Y'know, if y' wanted me to get some rest you could'a asked..."

'You wouldn't listen, and you know it!' It huffed, mumbling softly. The Pyro took his hand finally, he seemed surprised by the action. What else was was it supposed to do? The Engineer just smiled back. "You're too cute, firebug."

Firebug. It's heart skipped a beat, hopping onto the bed. That was an invitation, right? He still flinched at the sudden advance. This time though, he seemed to catch on.

The Engineer pulled back the sheets. "Sure. I don't see why not, y' make a good point." Really? Really? Before he could change his mind, The Pyro let his hand go only to wrap its arms tightly around him. He hummed, coaxing them back into the matress.

The Pyro was his follower in this little dance, one of his arms around it and another used to pull the covers up. "Did'ja wanna' kiss too?" He mused, pressing their foreheads together. It mumbled softly, pulling away. "Mm?"

The Engineer could only watch as a fissure appeared in the mask, a mouth rupturing up between The Pyro's glass eyes. Sharp teeth within a flytrap's maw. Unfortunately, this fly was already caught. The Pyro leaned back in, instigating a kiss. Its maw brushed over stubble, before finding his lips. Gentle. Small. It needn't be more.

From there, night took over. Sleep was not far behind, and never was. The new moon's light, rather... A lack thereof, beckons rest. And this time, it was peaceful.

[noctivagant-corvid]

happy freak week. freak week under the cut . gryffon jrwi wirth tha steeal chair

also this uses an oc i made up for jrpwi content . its also canon to jrpwi!

i kinda hate it but shhh

When he gets phantom pains, Gryffon thinks about his father's disembodied head. To be fair, it's a pretty hard thing to forget.

He was fourteen when Grimm's armies came to his island. He was still growing into his body, ears too big for his head that made him look kind of cartoonish. Kede used to tease him about them, when she ran out of other material, but then Gryffon would point out the fact that hers were just as big, and it'd devolve into blowing raspberries from there.

The day they came was K’or Mirpa, he remembers this. It was a holiday, celebrating the beauty of the dark and rotting. Fitting, for a genocide.

He remembers how the musicians were out in the street with their fiddles and their cellos, filling the air with song and the clacking of shoes on stone, dance and dance and dance. Him and Kede had grabbed a bag of sugared almonds and ducked into an alleyway, laughing and stumbling through a mockery of the dance.

He remembers when they’d squinted at the horizon line and seen ships. Assuming them to be friends from a nearby island, come to celebrate, Gryffon had ignored it.

Then the screaming started.

It mixed in with the dance and the song, the enchantment of the strings, but Kede had noticed.

“Something’s wrong,” She’d said, tugging on Gryffon’s sleeve. “We need to go.”

By that time everyone had started to notice. People were running and yelling, and it was all a mess of chaos and fear. Gryffon was fourteen and scared, so he did what scared fourteen year olds do.

“We should find my parents,” He’d said, eyes flitting through the crowd. Kede had tugged his arm toward her. “There’s no time, Gryff, we need to go-” But Gryffon was stubborn and scared, and had gone deeper into the chaos, Kede following behind out of fear or some need to protect him.

“Dad? Mom?” He screamed over the shouting, working against the tide of running people- and Kede, still trying to pull him away.

When he first laid eyes on one of Grimm’s soldiers, he froze in place. The man was too pale and his canines too sharp, held an axe high in the air. He was smiling wide, a maniacal look in his eyes, clad in all black. There was a pandaren pinned under him, one Gryffon recognized just a split second too late.

Gryffon never saw his father cry. But he did hear him scream as an axe split his neck in half.

He doesn’t remember screaming, but he knows he did, and he knows the soldier had spotted him and slashed at his arm. It hadn’t come off fully, then. It all happened in maybe twenty seconds.

Kede pulled him into a run, away from the docks, both of them panting, Gryffon crying out everytime something touched his arm. Kede didn’t look back.

She took the two of them through some backalleys she knew from being on the streets so long, taking them both into the thick forest that dominated the south quarter of the island.

“Kede,” he’d grunted, once they got deep enough into the forest, “There’s something wrong with my arm.”

She finally looked back at him, and immediatly threw her hand over her mouth.

“Sweet Aster above, Gryffon-” He went to look at his arm, but she pulled his face away. “Don’t look at it! You don’t want to look at it, oh Aster-” “Tell me what’s wrong, then!” He shouted, wincing when it jostled his arm.

“It’s… it’s barely still connected to your body, Gryff, we gotta cut it off.”

Gryffon bit his tongue to stop crying. Kede squeezed his still-attached hand.

“Do it quick, please.”

Kede fumbled for her dagger. She squeezed his hand again. “Just a second, it’ll all be over.”

He hadn’t realy proccessed the pain until then. Maybe that’s why it was so bad- it hit all at once. Gryffon couldn’t even scream, his body was unwilling to move, his vision white, his arm felt like it was burning. He could feel Kede’s hand on his flesh, no doubt being stained with his blood. He couldn’t move. He was going to die there, he was sure.

When he woke up, he was laying on a cot in an unfamilliar hut. Kede was sitting across from him, looking at the ground, hands clasped like she was praying. He found out later that when a different island sent warriors to rescue them, she’d carried him to a boat and gotten him help.

Of course, he’d done nothing when the black sea had eaten her.

It’s two days after the anniversary, and Gryffon’s got phantom pains. He’s sitting in his room, laying on his back, trying not to touch the stump. In his mind, he can see his father’s head, rolling on the ground.