#It doesn't have to be if you don't want to but can very easily be read as that

[plounce]

y'shtola: good but mean driver. refuses to let people merge. goes 90 on the freeway. if you spill something in her car you have to get the wet wipes from the trunk and clean it up. public radio, the classical station, or science podcasts and will not share the aux. does not make you pay for gas unless you're thancred. has a really nice sedan that smells good. don't ask about her insurance premium.

urianger: genuinely hates driving and only barely got a license at age 18 because moenbryda's parents wanted them to have some form of ID that isn't their passport. passenger seat princess bc they get carsick easily, but also isn't a very good navigator. if they have to drive they go 10 miles under the speed limit and will only take surface streets, no freeways, and will pray to the crystals they keep in their tote bag for protection against malicious forces. will play weird music that isn't great for driving if you let them have the aux.

alphinaud: very good driver, assiduous turn signal user, but drives his dad's tesla (he will eventually get his own prius). always listening to some podcast but will share the aux if you ask (and if there isn't a new episode of pod save eorzea). wants you to pay your share of the gas money.

alisaie: got herself an old used jeep and loves it to death. loves going fast on the freeway. lets you eat in her car and shares her car snacks. has been burning CDs of her playlists so she can play her music in the car. would share the aux with certain friends but nobody carries around CDs. pretty decent driver but can get distracted occasionally, but also probably the most fun to be driven by. wants you to talk with her if you're carpooling with her.

thancred: drives like a dad. will let you have the aux, which you should take because he just puts on whatever rock/alt station he can find and doesn't switch off it if imagine dragons starts playing. has a dented dusty SUV so he's always the one hauling stuff. should probably vacuum it. yells at people when they cut him off.

ryne: still learning how to drive and is extremely anxious about it, but does kind of enjoy it. she gets nervous about driving a big SUV and has been getting some of her hours in with y'shtola since her car is smaller and her corrections make her less anxious than thancred's. a good navigator/copilot. is going to put a beanie baby up on the front dash when she gets her own car.

[yuutawe]

YUUTA OKKOTSU AS A BOYFRIEND! ﹕headcanons

꒰ warnings!!꒱ there is a nsfw part near the end ! aged-up yuuta (he's 21 here) ! yandere yuuta ! reader is implied to be into his obsessions + at least slighly aware ! delusional yuuta ! mentions of marriage ! manipulation (lovebombing) ! ⤷﹒✦┆mentions of bdsm + switch yuuta + overstimulation (implied) + dacryphilia (implied).

ꖛ about. * reader is gender-neutral. no anatomy specified + they/them pronouns and genderless nicknames.

ꖛ author's note * aaaaaghhh wanted this to be longer. got embarrassed writing nsfw, ngl. hope you enjoy ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎[ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎NOT PROOFREAD!]

PRE-RELATIONSHIP !! ꒱୨९

yuuta being yuuta, you probably were the one to ask him out. the life of a sorcerer was one where relationships didn't have much space on the personal agenda (unless he made a few extra efforts). initially, the big obstacle is yuuta's own shyness and the traumas he carries with his bruised soul.

when he starts to get interested in you, his first reaction is to panic. pure and fickle, sprouting in his heart like a parasite. it starts innocently enough: liking older photos on your social media. late-night messages. drinks at the weekend, until he notices his hand on your lower back as he guides a drunken you to the car.

you’re snoring on the passenger’s seat and yuuta is wide-eyed, his thoughts a mile per minute. this can't be happening.

yuuta can't dodge maki's taunts, toge's questions (which are too judgemental for someone who only talks in onigiri ingredients) and panda's cupid advice. nobody really understands how he's feeling.

even though he has learnt a lot from losing rika and eventually letting her go, he still fears and longs for true, pure love. it's almost a necessity. he underwent grief counselling and still got over his old crush in a surprisingly healthy way, for someone who was literally haunted by the ghost of said crush for years of his life.

then you arrive. with a gentle smile, sweet words and an unforgettable body. how could he resist? god, he wants to marry you in the spot. but yuuta knows it's a selfish desire.

he's very, very respectful, and tries not to let his interest show in a way that makes you uncomfortable. it's all about knowing how to read the smallest, subtlest signs, and he'll be well understood. yuuta is the kind of guy who will walk you to your car when you leave somewhere, the guy who remembers to take an extra jacket or offers you his when it's too cold, the guy who always remembers your preferences, allergies, and other small details.

an observer, he's always the silent one who rarely engages in conversation. initially, it's very much a ‘you talk, he answers’ kind of thing, but eventually he gains enough confidence to open up and constantly initiates and continues conversations with you.

his lingering glances at your body don't go unnoticed by you. maybe there's a bit of teasing coming from you, depending on your personality, but it doesn't matter. he's too shy to make the first move. so you do.

after the first date, that's when things blossom.

HONEYMOON PHASE !! ꒱୨९

the honeymoon phase is one of the best experiences you can have dating yuuta. things are new, slightly superficial, but overall very nice and gentle. he is unfortunately a bit prone to lovebombing, even if he doesn't realize it. he can be extremely smothering and hyper-protective at times, but an honest conversation of five to ten minutes can easily help him correct this behaviour.

he's a great listener, and fights are almost non-existent. gestures of love are constant and always innovative: flowers every week, homemade chocolates if you're a fan, reservations at places that interest you and even simple dates at home. marathons of series or films that end in soft kisses and warm hugs.

he does ask for you two to live together a bit too quickly.

POST-HONEYMOON PHASE !! ꒱୨९

even when the honeymoon phase is over, yuuta is never less romantic. he makes a point of doing little gestures like cooking, cleaning and organising the house for when you arrive. It starts as a surprise in a few days — surprise, love! Now you don't have to clean anything — but if you don't want to let him do all the work, he'll agree to a routine where the two of you can alternate housework. the only thing he asks for in return for all the hard work is a few kisses and a cute name as his contact in your phone (like ‘love’, ‘mine’, ‘promised’, ‘husband’).

he's clingy. yuuta is completely starved for touch. he always likes to end an evening by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the soft curve of your neck and shoulder. if he can leave a few kisses there before he falls asleep, even better. he doesn't move much during the night, but he's the type with cold hands and a warm body.

yuuta is the kind of man who, if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, when you come back to the bedroom, you'll see him sitting on the bed, devastated — why did you leave me. dramatic, but in a way that can end up being cute.

GENERAL VIEW !! ꒱୨९

in general, if you can ignore “petty” habits like stalking, overprotection and are willing to hug him and wipe the blood off his face when he comes back from missions, it's a great relationship. if you like men who are obsessed with you, he's simply the best possible option. always trying to touch you or be close to you, making sure you're comfortable — a sweet voice asking is everything okay, love? we can leave if you want.

he wants to take you away from the world and have you all to himself, sometimes, but he makes the sacrifice of sharing because it's what makes you happiest. yuuta is super supportive with your career or if you want to be the type to look after the house. whichever is best for you, he's happy! he's willing to listen to you complain about work while he massages your shoulders, takes your shoes off for you and carries you around the house to the bathroom.

“i'll love you forever.” he murmurs as he kisses your forehead.

SEX LIFE !! ꒱୨९

although it doesn't seem like it, yuuta has a relatively high libido. if this is a problem for you, he can get used to solving it on his own. however, all his fantasies involve you in some way. often, while spending days away on a mission, he begs for a photo or audio of your voice, because he can't enjoy it without you. “please, love, i need you.”

distance is a cruel poison, but he makes a point of not bothering you about it if he can sort it out himself.

his stamina is good. yuuta can last three rounds before having to give up. if you push his limits, he can last six, and fall asleep minutes later.

he's a switch. he's naturally a bit submissive, and the type who lives to give you pleasure. service sub and soft dom, it's basically him.

when he is the submissive one, he sounds more like: “please, please, please, more— don’t stop, don’t stop, i’ll do anything—”

and when he is the one domming you, he's more: “is this good, my love?” he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, smiling. “you’re so perfect.”

he'll do anything you want — hit him, push him to the limit, pull his hair. slap him, make him cry just to lick the tears off his cheeks (he loves that crap). he’s yours.

he likes it when you bite and leave marks on him. yuuta will often wear the hickeys and bites as a trophy. as living proof on his body that your love belongs to him, and vice versa.

he moans really, really loud. probably more than you do. it's the kind of whine and long moan that makes the neighbours complain. even when he's on top, he can't hold back the noise he makes when you're together. if you want him to be quiet, you'll have to gag him, or he'll need to bite your shoulder or have his face buried in the pillow.

always after sex, yuuta tries to make you stay in bed, clinging to you and hugging you like a teddy bear. he demands his cuddles. and of course, how could you deny anything to him?

he loves you as much as you love him, after all.

© made by yuutawe on tumblr. do not copy, repost, modify or translate my works in this or any other site — inspirations allowed with credits.

[luvologyy]

Jimmy relationship headcanons.

NSFW/SFW mdni!

Jimmy x f!reader ᝰ.ᐟ꩜

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It can take place on the tulpar or on earth !

A/N!: yes, I do write for Jimmy. But I don't condone or excuse his actions.

TW!: mentions of parental abuse.

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

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SFW HEADCANONS!

★ hates when people touch his hair but love it when you do it. Just your fingers running through his hair, you would see a small smile on his face when you do it.

★ gets jealous very easily, he's really insecure that you'll find someone better than him. he’ll be so quick to pick a fight with someone it’s not even funny.

"Jim it's okay! He was just being nice to me.."

"he was trying something I know it."

"Jimmy."

"...sorry."

★ he grew up in a broken home, so he doesn't know much about basic affection since his dad was abusive. But you came into his life and showed him what it's like to be actually loved.

★ He'll never admit it, but he always craves your touch. He never knew how much he wanted stuff like hugs, cuddles, and kisses. He felt like he was never supposed to have it.

★ he has a thing for whenever you touch his hands, like when you massage them gently and tell him how pretty they are or how nice they look, he'll not know how to react. He loves it though. Especially because his hands are more rough, and with your softer more gentle hands touching his? It's to die for.

★ Telling you “come here” and/or pointing to the ground to where he want you.

★ always stares at you, always. Whenever you walk by him and flash him a quick smile, his whole train of thought just stops, or when you're sitting next to him while the others are talking, he can't help but notice how pretty you are. It's like you hypnotized him. curly always make fun of him for it.

★ Whenever you guys talk, he always does the triangle method without realizing it. And you can't help but look away flustered from him.

★ he gently grabbed your chin once to make you look at him, and you folded. He definitely took advantage of that SO FAST AFTER THAT

★ despite him being his usual grumpy bossy self, he has a little soft spot for you. Even if he wasn't the nicest towards you, you were nice towards everyone including him. He didn't know what to think of you.

★ He has a little bit of a mommy kink, but not in a weird sexual way all the time. Like you're a little bit of a mother figure to him. Especially since he didn't have his mom growing up.

★ even though he's more dominant in your guys relationship, you showed him and taught him stuff he never knew he needed in his daily day life. Like how to cook basic meals, fold clothes, or do laundry. LIKE HE DIDNT KNOW HOW MUCH SOAPS AND DETERGENT HE NEEDED TO ADD.

"You never knew you needed to add fabric softener jim?"

"...no.. I never knew."

"You have to! It's always important."

"Why?? It seems useless."

"Cmon hon, maybe try adding it more often."

"Fine.. it's not my fault I never knew."

"It's okay.. I'm here for you."

Jimmy couldn't help but blush slightly at your comment.. "Whatever.."

★ he loves to watch you sleep, not in a creepy way just in a way that you look so peaceful and relaxed. he’s always awake before you, so it gives him time to just look at you.

★ secretly loves it when your fingers trace shapes on his back or just on his skin. He'll try to push your hand away, knowing he doesn't want you to stop.

★ He's a clingy man, like if you guys are cuddling and you need to get up, HE WILL NOT LET YOU LEAVE. And if you do leave he'll follow you.

★ he doesn't know how to ask for stuff, like affectionate stuff like hugs or just a kiss. He wants them. He just can't bare to say it.

★ He likes taking showers with you, but not in a pervy way. He just likes it when you help scrub and wash his hair, and your hair too!

"Jim, can you help scrub my back?" *You asked, turning your back to him, pulling your hair on your shoulder.*

"Sure." He sighed, scrubbing your back

"Thanks, baby, you're the best. I mean it."

"Shush."

★ jimmy learned the hard way that some girls have expensive taste, especially you. But he still buys stuff for you, just to see you happy.

★ Jimmy wears your hairband on his wrist while he works. He could swear it smells like you.

★ Anything Jimmy will see it'll remind him of you, whenever he'll go to the store and see your favorite foods or snacks, he can't help but think of you.

★ he'll watch shows with you but complain about them, but deep down, he actually likes to watch them with his pretty girl.

★ whenever you'll sit on his lap, his arms are always wrapped around you. Always holding onto your waist or thighs to make sure you won't slip off.

★ likes the way you smell, especially when you come out of the shower. He'll hug you with his face in your hair or neck, embracing your warm, sweet scent.

NSFW HEADCANONS!!

★ Jimmy knows he's too rough and impatient with sex. knows he won’t know how to please you properly. knows he can’t possibly do things right with you, knowing you’ve never done this before. but god, he wants to. he wants to treat you how you deserve. never thought he’d be so desperate to fuck someone good and slow like he does with you.

★ HES REALLY REALLY BIG ON DIRTY TALK. He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings.

★ “sir” kink 100%, especially when he’s punishing you.

★ Has a praise kink.. if you tell him how good he's doing or how good he feels his cock will twitch for you.

★ whenever he punishes you, orgasm denial/control and spanking are his go tos. He just loves how needy and whiney you get from him, not giving you what you want.

★ he teases you a lott when he edges you. It's so unfair..

"You think I'm gonna let you cum this time? You'll have to be more good than that baby."

"You wanna beg like a good lil slut? So pathetic."

"Look at you.. so desperate so fucking dumb."

"You really thought i was gonna let you cum baby? Aww.. you haven't even been that good."

★ he'll use a soft tone when he degrades and praises you.

★ loves watching you try to hold in your moans and whimpers, the way your face gets all puffy and hands start shaking, and squeezing him desperately makes something primal awakened in him. And watching the tears finally spill over your face when he makes you cum? Fucking perfect to him.

★ “you look so pretty like this, baby” “that’s my good girl” "whos a good lil slut for daddy? Hm?" Are his favorites frr

★ loves it when you guys dryhump each other. You'll just be sitting on Jimmy's lap chilling, then 1 minute later, you guys are making out and grinding against each other. He'll grab your waist to grind you down onto him/guide your movements

★ loves kissing you when your sitting on something, whether it be a counter or your bed. He just loves kissing you like that.

★ His kinks are daddy kink, spit kink, slight knife play, humiliation kink, innocence kink, dacryiphillia, corruption kink, marking, and biting.

★ when he fingers you, he gets really, really messy. Loves spitting on your pussy or his fingers and watching his fingers easily slip in your tight pussy.

★ especially when he eats you out. He is a messy guy. His warm tongie lapping over your pussy, him suckling on your sensitive clit.

★ lightly slaps your pussy a lot, especially when he edges you or when you cum. Watching your juices splash everywhere onto his fingers.

★ Definitely a titty man. He'll just walk up behind and squeeze them.

★ He loves watching your tits bounce when you guys fuck in missionary.

★ Jimmy's a little bit of a pervert. Whenever you wear a slightly revealing shirt, he can't help but stare. Or if you're doing something and you moan slightly while working. He just thinks about the most dirtiest things with you. Or if you're working on something in the tulpar and you're on your knees or squatting, his dirty mind is the WORST.

★ the day you get nipple piercings, GOD IM PRAYING FOR YOU.

Okay bro I'm done.. lemme work on daisukes headcannons 🤦

[basedhighsenberg]

Like I said, I don't need or care if you admit you were wrong. Watching you dig this hole for yourself has been great entertainment. I just enjoy further triggering you by repeatedly pointing out you're wrong- now with easily searchable hyperlinks you could have found in 5 seconds on Google.

Y! Entertainment

As for her health, Phillips shared a copy of her testing for STDs and STIs, confirming that her screening of the men was thorough enough to keep her free of disease from the marathon encounter.

The Mirror

In a YouTube documentary, she explained the downfalls of her work, including navigating her honesty with her family. Lily said: “I was very upfront about it. Obviously, at the start, they were a bit apprehensive because they wanted me to be safe and they wanted me to make good decisions and stuff like that. I just think I can’t hold myself back because I’m scared of what other people might think.” The 23-year-old further added that the details are kept private from her family as she doesn't divulge all of the "logistics." Regardless, she's aware that her family likely isn't over-the-moon about her career choices. Lily said: “I do feel a little bit embarrassed. … I guess because it’s not what my parents would have chosen for me to do. Doesn’t mean my parents are going to disown me or hate me or anything like that. I just don’t want them to think less of me.”

So there we go. You are factually wrong and I can only imagine what kind of triggered response you'll think up next. Because you're mad because you're angry.

[ennn]

Agatha's character growth re: "Agatha did not change at all during the show and just stayed evil"

To be fair, I think it is easy to miss what character growth Agatha gets on the show because she doesn't finish a redemption arc—she doesn't "arc out," as Schaeffer puts it—and consequently what progress she does make can be easily overlooked.

Now to see how much Agatha has changed from the events of the show, we must first see where she starts out, and how far she has to go.

And at the start of the show, Agatha is a ruthless, remorseless, stone-cold serial killer. The world-infamous Witch Killer who actually lives up to the name. A covenless witch by choice and by her nature.

Agatha's earned her reputation. She didn't just kill witches in self-defence. Murder is our gal’s most favourite hobby and she is super cool with killing again to get her purple back.

I've talked about a bit about Agatha's motivations for killing here. But basically there are multiple layers to it: The betrayal of her coven, the hatred from her own mother, has calcified into a deep distrust of other witches (and humanity in general) alongside a deep desire for control and power. Selfishness as a means of survival.

"It's not the first time your witchkin betrayed you. But you survive. In a way few do."

Even when she had Nicky to take care of, Agatha kept manipulating and murdering witches on the regular, rationalising it as necessary and unavoidable, condemning the world the way her coven condemned her.

But it's also not just paranoia and survival and deep cynicism, Agatha genuinely enjoys taking power. Not only does it feed her ambition and ego, the process of siphoning power is euphoric. And whether as a product of her upbringing or something innate, Agatha is often enough cruel.

Look Agatha's brand of humour: she likes being mean, being the ultimate troll—which isn't damnation in itself—but layer it with everything else going on—her arrogance and pain and anger, her extraordinary ability to siphon power—and it's easy for Agatha to go too dark, take too much.

Especially after Nicky's death.

Let's be clear: this is not a woman with a clear, rational mind or a normal level of empathy—or a normal sized ego. This is Agatha Harkness.

What's interesting is that she isn't a sociopath or psychopath: Agatha can be cruel and incredibly callous but she can also care and love deeply—if only to a very specific few.

It is this capacity for love that brings Agatha the immense pain of betrayal and grief that threatens to drive her to madness and has made her build up her walls and defences. It is also this capacity for love and compassion that allows for her redemption.

From Covenless to Coven Two

Through the events of the show, Agatha experiences a coven true—probably for the first time ever.

Her fellow witches laugh with her by the campfire. They fly on brooms together, using a ritual that signifies selflessness. Alice and Lilia choose to save her at the cost of their own lives. Jen heals a wounded Billy, doing what Agatha desperately wants to but cannot. By the earth trial, Jen also comes around to consider Agatha part her coven, a fellow sister in the craft.

And we also see Agatha experience—probably for the first time ever—regret and remorse for a witch dying directly because of her.

Look at how she is in the immediate aftermath of Alice and Lilia's deaths, especially as she's alone. This is someone who's killed hundreds, maybe thousands, of witches over the centuries. When Agatha plays up her staggering kill count to Billy ("I mean I've killed... my share"), with how she doesn't remember the exact number, I don't think she's kidding.

By the end of the show, it is significant that Agatha consciously chooses to team up with Billy and form a Coven True. And I think she wouldn't have done so without those experiences with Alice, Lilia, and Jen.

Billy is simply the easiest, most convenient, most appealing next stepping stone for Agatha on her arc to having a proper coven and opening up, expanding on the very limited things and people she selfishly cares about.

But En, you might be saying, Agatha clearly cares enough about Billy by the third episode to do stupid selfless shit how is this character growth?

To which I'd like to point out an interesting thing about Agatha: she tends to be compassionate in the moment, but callous and selfish when she has time to think.

Look at episode 3 when Agatha shows empathy and patience for Lilia after the latter is shaken by her hallucination. When Billy threatens to drink the poisoned wine, or when he's thrown through the window in episode 4, Agatha reacts on instinct and emotion.

This is why it's significant when Agatha chooses to coven up with Billy. Sure, there's probably selfish reasons for Agatha to do so (Billy's chaos magic might get her back into a body, and he's basically the most powerful witch around now) but she's essentially choosing to be responsible, as a coven "sharing burdens and blessings alike".

And it's also significant that Agatha is under no illusion this is Nicky, which she might have clung to despite all the evidence up to episode 4 or even 5. Billy is someone else's child. He may remind her of Nicky, but he does so in the most crucial way: he reminds Agatha that Nicky wanted her to be better, and believed things could be different.

If you want to survive, get used to this feeling. If you want to be a witch, get used to this feeling.

It is notable that Agatha has—for a long while it seems—recognised that her actions don't feel right: She tells Nicky and Billy to get used to it, a clear echo to what she's probably been telling herself for years.

Buried deep deep down, Agatha has a conscience and compassion. As much as she might jest, she's not really proud of many of the things she's done, the things she's rationalised for survival.

And this becomes clear when Agatha admits to not being able to face Nicky. An honest admission not just to Billy, I think, but to herself. Which probably wouldn't have happened if she wasn't a ghost.

Agatha is a ghost because she's made just enough progress to go further. It's because she decided to go with her instincts, to give into what felt right, to save Billy and embrace Death, that she dies. And she's a ghost because she knows on some level that there's a lot more for her to do to become a better version of herself.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

i feel like if ace's UM does end up just allowing him to copy other's UM, it would solve a potential problem which is malleus putting everyone into a state of sleep. like they told us that it would only be lifted if malleus either lifts it up on his own or if he dies and idt twst would kill off a major and VERY popular character. but if they give ace that ability as his UM it would solve that in a way?

but if they do give that to ace as his UM i hope that ace would struggle to copy people's abilities, or at least kinda go through the emotions the original spell caster felt when theyre using their UM or when they first awoken it. maybe like a price to pay to use other's abilities but thats just me HAHAHHA

Yeeeah, that's what I was thinking too. I can't imagine Ace's UM being anything but a UM borrowing/mimicry spell right now (due to his own propensity to easily learn new skills and do vocal impressions)... It would also just be really useful for the end of book 7, since the briar barrier can only be taken down with Malleus's death or with Malleus willingly removing his magic. Given Malleus's stubbornness and being in such an emotional state, I really doubt he'd be able to come to his senses even all these hundreds of parts later. I really doubt whether all of our powers combined can take him down either, given his track record of being so stupidly OP. And it for sure wouldn't be a good move on the Twst devs' part to kill off such a money maker and significant part of their marketing for their series. (I do want to point out, however, that Malleus's insane popularity is exclusive to the international/English-speaking part of the fandom; he is not a top contender in JP and I would say has more of a middling status.) Having someone else reproduce his UM could very easily resolve this issue, but I guess that's also highly dependent on if Ace can get a grip on his UM that fast, or if he can even feasibly iron out the kinks of controlling what is probably a very complex spell. Epel, who got his UM most recently in book 6, still seems to have only a 70-80% success rate with his, so it's possible that Ace doesn't fully master his UM even if he gets it as soon as his own dream. I definitely don't think Ace would be able to use his (theoretical) copying UM to its full extent ASAP, as then we could just cut the dreams short right then and there. I feel like it'd become more relevant during the actual OB Malleus showdown or something. In general, there'd have to be come kind of drawback or limitations to his UM even if he got used to casting it at some point (just for power balancing reasons). Maybe there's a cooldown period, or he can only use the UM as much as his imagination will allow, or maybe it requires that he be able to empathize with the feelings of the original mage.

... Oh, you know what??? That might actually tie book 7 up quite nicely! If Ace's UM allows him to copy the UMs of other mages but only with the stipulation that he must empathize or relate to how they were acting when the original mage used their UM... Wouldn't that mean that Ace has to understand Malleus's loneliness and the fear of being left behind by his loved ones??? ACE CAN ACTUALLY PERFECTLY RELATE TO THAT because he was in denial mode that Yuu would be going home earlier in book 7. On top of that, he's probably also harboring shame for making fun of Deuce so much, only to be the one who doesn't have his UM yet. Ace can totally relate to what Malleus is going through 👀 He'd be forced to confront his denial of his own emotional vulnerability because he sees Malleus displaying the very same behaviors.

Maybe Ace gets his UM early on but has no idea how to use it properly until it comes in clutch in the final battle because he realizes (at last) how Malleus is feeling. Then it’s Ace who becomes the trump card that lets us triumph…! And that brings us full-circle—the final boss being beaten by the first student that we met, our first friend… Ace Trappola 🫶

[blastthechaos]

The thing about the idea that Junko influenced Makoto beyond the grave isn't that it's necessarily wrong, but how everyone goes about it is.

No, Makoto wouldn't have nightmares about Junko tormenting him, he wouldn't give her the benefit of the doubt, he wouldn't even remotely think she was ever right.

No no no, what Junko does influence Makoto is keep fighting, succeeding and just being himself now with the added motivation of spite.

She wanted him to Despair? Well now he will Hope harder.

She drowned the world into Despair? Now he will make sure to fix it harder.

She brainwashed people? Well he will just undo it harder.

She wants him to die? Well now he will live on and on.

Hell if she somehow resurrected and tried to died again because she believes she's a mistake that shouldn't exist? Well now he will stop that and try to make her feel better until she doesn't feel so bad.

As long as Junko keeps being Junko Makoto will be Makoto with additional spite fuel.

[whokilledsamara]

How about Mr. Stitch SFW / NSFW HCs?? :)

MR. STITCH N/SFW HCS

a list of n/sfw hcs for Mr. Stitch :D

warnings || smut, cunnilingus, rough sex, no aftercare, aggressive sexual activity, blood play, blood as lube, sadism, non-con aspects but not fully non-con

{an: sorry i haven't been active, im going thru a depressive episode rn, ily guys and i hope you are all well!}

SFW

its definitely hard to even call what you have with Mr. Stitch a relationship.

Mr. Stitch doesnt understand the needs humans have, nor the emotions they feel. he sees you more as a plaything.

there may be some feelings he has that he just cant seem to understand– but he shows them with little gifts he finds here and there, and even a jacket that looks all to similar to Mr. Humans.

if you sleep, you have to sleep where he can watch you. he refuses to have it any other way.

he often gets into fights with Mr. Crawling– most of the time having to be you who breaks up the argument.

he is a very touchy person. not in a perverse way yes it is but he is constantly touching you.

is absolutely aggressive. he manages to do it in a cute way, seemingly as a game or something. he doesn't act like a villain despite what he does.

even when he isn't near you, his gaze never seems to leave. he could be many rooms away from you and you can still feel his eyes on the back of your head.

he definitely likes scaring you. not in a mean way, he just likes seeing you jump.

a very playful man XD

NSFW

when you have sex, he seems more curious than anything.

he doesn't understand anything other than the fact that it feels really good– sometimes even leading to him overtaking you, not caring about your pleasure.

that however is rare, he wants his plaything happy. just teach him what to do and he will try his best. make sure to tell him not to actually consume you though.

his favorite position is up against a wall. he can easily lift you, but he likes positioning you so easily.

he isn't HUGE down there, definitely not longer than Mr. Crawling, but his length is very thick.

he much enjoys when you bleed as he pounds you. his pace is fast and rough– the blood making it easier for him to slide in.

is one to bite very often. expect to leave with many many bite marks and bruises on you.

takes pleasure in your pain. likes to watch you begging him to stop from the overstimulation leven as he doesn't.

most of the time, sex is random. he definitely doesn't warn you before he does it. as said, will just slam you against the wall.

has no idea what aftercare is, so unless you teach him– don't expect it.

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[midnight-bay-if]

heyy, first off just want to say that i absolutely love the story so far and i'm so excited to see where it'll go in the future <3

anywaysss, how would the RO's react to the MC having to be used as like a honey trap to get info for a mission?

(also my first time doing an ask so if this is messed up, i apologise)

(Thank you so much! I'm also excited, haha. And it's not messed up at all! Don't worry!)

S: They see the benefits of such a plan, but it isn't their favourite method of completing a mission. It often leads to too many complications, most of which would be thrust upon your shoulders should things go awry. It leaves you at the forefront of danger, which they will never be entirely comfortable with. So you had better believe they would be lingering close by, just in case.

"I will have eyes on you the entire time, darling. If you feel uncomfortable, or you believe your cover to be blown, do not hesitate to call upon me. I will be beside you in an instant."

Rain: They don't like it. They feel sure S should be able to develop a better plan that doesn't involve you acting sweet for such a dangerous person. It isn't jealousy but genuine concern for your safety. They at least trust that S won't let anything too nefarious happen, but there is no way they can sit still while it's happening.

"Are you sure about this, MC? Perhaps I could do it instead?" It sounds ridiculous out loud. Rain does not have the confidence for such a thing. "Fine. But I'm going to be watching. If I sense anything off about their body language, I'm intervening. I can't lose you."

Taj: "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Their vehement refusal holds no real orders. They fell for you exactly as you are; they would never try to change who you are. But their displeasure is palpable. They hate everything about the idea; the danger, the charm, the temptation, all of it repulsive. The sweet, whispered words you share in the dark and under blankets are supposed to be theirs. They want them to be. Perhaps it's greedy, but it doesn't feel that way when they are utterly starved for you.

"There has to be a better way, Koel. Lean on me. Work with me. Let's do this together.

N: They go quiet. What could they possibly say? Luring people with sickly sweet nothings or sensual promises of pleasure has been their weapon of choice for a very long time. Even you did not escape its clutches. People use whatever is at hand to survive. They cannot begrudge you the same, but... this feeling in their chest... it hurts. Indeed, you must realise so much of their facade has been stripped back since meeting you, and all their soft, soothing melodies are yours and yours alone.

"I will be waiting close by, my dear. If you need me, I will be whispering on the edges of your consciousness. Do not hesitate to call."

Umbra: Unsurprising that another would find you so perfectly alluring, but... they do not like it. "There must be a better plan," they suggest hopefully, tugging at their sleeves in a self-soothing gesture. "I could easily corner them in a dark alley and scare the information out of them." It wouldn't be any particular hardship; they understand how horrifying they are. But you deny it. You always do. Soft, brave, kind; it's who you are. You see that in them, too, but the truth is, Umbra is only that with you.

"If they hurt you," they warn, danger edging its way back into their voice, "there will be no where in any world for them to hide."

[baeddel]

big fan of your occasional updates on the history and etymology of old english gender-problematic subjects. if the penitentials are 10thc translations of a 6thc latin original, how does the original compare, how much is altered over the centuries? also, would you mind going into more detail on softness?

hi, i'm glad you're a fan of it!

so the original is in Latin. i am three years into Old English now and can read that passage from the translation no problem, although i'm sure i'd struggle to get through the whole thing. i have only recently started Latin. so i'll get back to you in, like, five years.

although it seems that there was technically actually no original Theodore: click. according to that paper, the earliest pseudo-Theodore is from ~725, and may have been compiled in Ireland (click). and then they just keep coming. so there are not just several Old English translations, there's several Latin originals too, all with their own historical, institutional and linguistic contexts, and lines of transmission. it's very juicy... five years might be optimistic...

on softness, the word hnesce (hnesclice in this version, 'soft-like') means soft. it means soft the way you expect it to. it's easy to find the similitude between soft wool and soft thighs and find the physically erotic meaning in the comparison. and as much as i love that one, i have another hypothesis. hnesce can also mean soft as in pliable, malleable, impressionable. in the list of categories of persons that a man has to fast if he's had sex with is nytene; a noun form of nytan, 'to not know.' so a man who has sex with someone who doesn't know has done something wrong. what don't they know? there seems to be no consensus on this passage; it has been variously suggested that it means an intellectually disabled person, a child, or an animal, on the basis that what they don't know is sex. something that medieval clergy who heard confessions were worried about was inducing sin in their penitents by talking about sins; the penitentials, including Theodore's, were themselves controversial, because they effectively taught sin and inspired base thoughts by cataloguing them. why bring all that up? the move i want to make here is that we're very worried about people who are vulnerable to it being induced to sin. then we say (trying out my reading): 'if a bædling has sex with bædlings they have to atone, because they are impressionable as fornicators.' that is to say, they are easily induced to lust. we have to be handled carefully, and must also handle each other carefully; no sex that we have can be oriented towards life, only sinful and wretched with desire. remember that bædling has a verb form in bædan—to stimulate, urge, impel, force, defile. rape.

i'm just trying it out; i'm not sure. have to read a lot more. thanks for asking.

[cjlouwho]

Twelve Christmases

chapter tags: suicidal thoughts (not Tommy), attempted suicide, ambiguous character death

read below or on ao3

Day 5: 2006

“Tommy, it's not-”

Tommy didn't bother listening to whatever was about to come out of Howie's mouth. He hurried toward the locker room, desperate to get away from everyone.

“Kinard!” Gerrard growled from behind him. Tommy stopped, then turned to face him and the rest of his team. “Where the hell do you think you're going?”

“I'm gonna change,” Tommy replied, clearing his throat. “And go home.”

“The hell you are! You're not goin' anywhere until we talk about what happened out there.”

B shift had already started working an hour before Gerrard's team got back from the last call. The station was filled with men, all staring between Gerrard and Tommy. When they realized just how serious this conversation was going to be, they all began to try and clear the area, but Gerrard stopped them.

“Everybody stays right where they are!” he demanded. “Kinard here can explain himself to everyone.”

Tommy glanced around at all the eyes on him. He wasn't one to embarrass easily, but this was different. He was embarrassed, ashamed, and felt like a total failure.

“Go ahead,” Gerrard beckoned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Explain.”

“The call was for a-”

“Speak up!”

He took a deep breath. “The call was for a woman who had climbed over the balcony railing at her apartment.”

“How high up was she?” Gerrard asked.

“Eighteenth floor. When... When we got to her apartment, I headed out to the balcony to see if I could talk her back over.”

“Ma'am, my name is Tommy Kinard, I'm a firefighter with the LAFD. Is it okay if I step closer to you?”

“I don't need anyone to talk to!” she yelled. “I just want it to end!”

He took a cautious step closer. “Can you tell me your name, please?”

“J- Joanie.”

“Joanie, I don't know if you heard me before, but my name is Tommy. I really don't want you to fall right now while we're talking. Can I help you over?”

“No!” she shouted. “I don't- I don't want to talk! I told you that!”

“I know you did, Joanie. I just want to understand how we got here a little bit better.” He inched closer. “Can you tell me that?”

“It doesn't matter.”

“It matters to me.”

There was a beat of silence as Tommy took one more step toward her. Enough so he could reach out and grab if it came to it. Still, he'd prefer to be right up beside her if possible.

“My... My husband left me,” she began, tears clouding her vision. “No. No, I left him. He wasn't a good man.”

“That's very brave of you, Joanie.”

“My kids, they're teenagers now and they don't- they just don't need me anymore. They get mad at me all the time, and nothing I ever do is right for them and I'm just so, so tired.”

“How old are your kids?”

Joanie let go of the railing with one hand to wipe at her eyes. “Thirteen and fifteen.”

“They're still young,” Tommy replied. “I'm gonna be really honest with you right now, Joanie, they still need you. It may not feel like it, but it's true.”

She shook her head. “You don't understand.”

“I do,” Tommy assured her. “I understand that you're feeling so alone right now, like no one is on your side. I understand that you think your kids will be okay without you, because they're strong and they're independent. Is that right?”

She nodded.

“Well, it's not true.” He moved even closer, one hand lingering between two rails, inches from gripping her back jean pocket. “Your kids need you so much more than you think. They will miss you every single day and they will wonder what they could have done differently to make you stay.”

“I don't... I don't want them to feel guilty,” she wept, inhaling in short bursts.

“They will though,” he answered honestly and, hell, he probably should not be the one doing this right now. He should back away and let someone else take over.

But it was him here, and the only thing he could do was tell her what he knew.

“I know you don't want that, Joanie. I know it's hard right now. I know you feel like you don't matter, but you matter so much. You matter to me, and you matter to your kids, and you matter to all the people on the ground right now. You matter to the woman who called 911. You matter, Joanie.”

She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. With one hand, she let go of the railing again, stepped her foot out, and Tommy took the opportunity to grab at her pocket.

Before he could get his other hand around her, she was leaning forward. “No!” he screamed, losing his grip on her. The only thing he held onto was a red handkerchief she had sticking out of her pocket. "No, no, no!” Then someone was pulling him back and away from the railing.

“And in your professional opinion,” Gerrard began as soon as Tommy finished his story, “was she jumping, or did she trip while she tried to turn back around?”

“I- I don't know.”

“Hm. Ya don't know. Guess you never will either, now.” He stared directly into Tommy's eyes and, as much as he wanted to look away, Tommy stared back. “Now two kids don't have their mom because you decided to grab onto a handkerchief instead of a civilian!”

“It wasn't his fault,” Howie spoke up. “I was-”

“I don't remember asking for your opinion, Han,” Gerrard interrupted, not even bothering to look over at the man. “A shift! You are free to go home. B shift, enjoy your night. Remember to try and save lives, not help in takin' them!”

As the crowd broke apart, Tommy headed into the locker room to grab his things. He jerked his duffel out of his locker, items spilling onto the ground. From behind, Gerrard continued to berate him.

“Damn it, Kinard, if you can't handle losin' somebody, you should have chosen a different career path!” he barked, kicking Tommy's spare t-shirt with his dirty boot. “Or, ya know, try savin' them next time!”

Tommy closed his eyes, inhaling slowly. He waited for the sound of Gerrard's footsteps to disappear before slamming his locker door shut.

His hand curled into a fist and he beat it against the locker once, twice, three times, letting out a yell with each hit.

His hand shook, pain radiating through his knuckles when he tried to stretch his fingers out.

“You want me to look at that?”

The voice made him jump. He turned to see Howie standing in the doorway, his face full of concern.

“I'm fine,” Tommy said, shaking out his hand. It was red, some of the skin torn at the knuckles, little beads of blood resting on the surface.

“You sure about that?”

“I said I'm fine, Howie.”

“It wasn't your fault, Tommy. I was there, right behind you. I saw-”

“Just stop!” Tommy yelled. “Please, Howie, just... just stop talking.” His eyes were red-rimmed and filling with tears. He needed everyone to be quiet and leave him the hell alone.

Howie nodded, backing out of the locker room and walking away.

*****

Tommy took a few minutes to pick his things up off the floor. His hands were still a bit shaky and, of all the things that dropped from his duffel, his keys were the toughest to find.

Once he finally found them, he grabbed up his stuff and headed for the door.

“Kinard!” Gerrard called out as Tommy neared the exit. He froze, turning slowly to face his captain.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Gotcha a Christmas present this year,” he said, holding out a grocery store bag.

Tommy looked between Gerrard and the bag. He couldn't help but be suspicious. 

“Come on,” he said, shaking the bag. “Don't have all day here.”

Tommy took the bag, opening it up and reaching in. He felt his heart drop as he pulled out a red handkerchief. “Wh... What's...”

Gerrard smirked. “It's hers. You gave it to an officer at the scene and, well, he said he wasn't gonna need it. I took it upon myself to make sure it got right back to you.” He stepped closer to Tommy, who couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the handkerchief. “I want you to look at that every single day and remember how you failed that woman and her children.” With a pat on his shoulder, Gerrard turned away. “Merry Christmas, Kinard!”

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I know there's nothing about this in the manga and that we've only been shown the most important members of Bonten, but do you think Hanma is in Bonten? Not as an executive but working for Bonten in some way, he was in KMG and we don't know if that was because of Takemitchi altering the past again or if he was actually in KMG in the Bonten timeline. There's Shion too but when I think about him, I get a lot of different ideas about what could have happened... maybe he died in the war of the 3 deities, Mikey discarded him or he simply gave up. I can see Hanma being useful in some way to Bonten but not Shion, I know they all matured and changed but Shion to me is someone who would be easily influenced by the money and power he would gain by being a Bonten member, at some point he would do something stupid lmao (I like him even though it doesn't seem like it) while Hanma is different about that, I can see him being the person who gets important information and even maybe finding traitors, someone who acts in the shadows

Ah I'm also undecided on this! Like I have a few different ideas on this and I don't really have a favourite (I'm a lot more clear cut on why I think Wakasa and Benkei aren't there). But I do agree that if Hanma is a part of bonten then he's not an executive, instead I think he would have some other kind of role. I could see him potentially doing undercover type roles and deals or being an informant, where he isn't known to be in bonten so he get's trusted with a lot of stuff the other gangs don't want bonten to know and Hanma secretly gives that info to them. Tbh I think Hanma would enjoy these roles a lot more then an executive role too. Whenever we've seen him in gangs in the future he's been very different from his past self. He seems bored with it all (I think it's because he prefers the unpredictability and the climb to being on top rather then actually being at the top). So these kind of roles seem to be more him.

Tied to that I could also see him being an enemy of bonten, the person tying him to all the other future gangs we've seen is Kisaki. So without kisaki, I wonder if he would've eventually quit because he really did get bored or wanted to do his own thing. Could definitely see him enjoying being an enemy of bonten and undermining them in deals and jobs.

[canis4christ]

i have 2 christen dis blawg with plf shigaraki but i forgot how 2 put thoughts into txt after tumblr sabbatical buhhh give me a minute -_-;

yes, ok—

Shigaraki and his harem of beautiful little lambs who worship the ground he walks on because their grand commander is so brave, so smart; so handsome, so kind.

Following him around the mountain villa, hands intertwined, nervously mouthing locks of their hair and shushing each other’s giggle fits and excited whispers just to scamper off like skittish foals when he turns to see them all watching him from behind fluted columns and newly-erected statues that have been chiseled in his likeness.

Sitting together at assemblies (that feel to them closer to sermons), writing his name in their journals and sealing it with penciled hearts, doodling his noble features and tired eyes while they eagerly await what scant wisdom he’ll provide that day.

Embroidered emblems and flowers from the garden. Trinkets and cards that wish for him to ‘Get Well Soon’ and letters of reverence and gratitude that read more like billets-doux all neatly arranged in a small shrine outside his bedroom door.

'You’ve touched our hearts, and soon, very soon, we all hope to be wholly liberated, just as you are and always will be.'

Sometimes—not often, but certainly sometimes—one of them will muster up enough courage to approach him, trembling and stumbling over her words, offering clumsy praise or a hesitant question while the others look on nervously, jealously, from across the dining hall.

What remains of the now-defunct League of Villains finds their fixation on him amusing, if not entirely bewildering. Some find it so, though not all. Others find it uncomfortable, and when discussed at length and in confidence, they might even find it worrisome.

It’s a strangely warm welcome to give to a new age conqueror—an overnight man who doubles as the murderer of their foolhardy friends and family who tried to put an end to him and his. The blood on his hands hasn't even dried, and yet, he's revered as their champion, their savior. It's all grossly unnecessary, he thinks, but…

“—the girls have taken a shine to you especially.”

“Yeah, well… whatever. As long as they stay out of my way.”

not unappreciated.

He tried to brush it off at first, dismissing their devotion as naive. Pathetic, even.

What do they take me for? he wonders. Their savior? Some kind of second-rate messiah?

But the word he's looking for, the word he knows very well, is far less righteous, though it seems to stir something far greater in him than any spiritual designation ever could. That word is hero. And to him, to his soul—if such a thing exists—that word has always felt right.

Fear is something he understands, something he’s comfortable with. But being feared is a fleeting kind of control. With enough time and exposure, anyone, yes, even the weak, can rise above their paranoias and phobias, shake it off like stressed dogs after a tangle, and go about their miserable little lives in a kind of pseudo-peace—a kind of willful ignorance.

And that's what he wants is it not? To feel in control? Is that not what it means to be wholly liberated?

The word for what he wants doesn't come as easily as the word for what he is. Can't. Because what he wants is to be loved for reasons other than personal gain and psychological warfare, and you just don't know what you don't know. Can't.

He takes to the girls like a shepherd to his flock.

And they swarm him like flies.

Because it isn’t enough to just have his attention, not when any girl with lashes long enough to bat can get that much from him. And his hesitant smiles and awkward thank-yous feel closer to bread crumbs when you're starving for his touch and his grace.

There has to be more. You have to be more.

Special. Singular.

A sort of... cold war begins. The girls, still unified by their devotion to him, grow to resent one another. After all, does anybody really want to share? If it upsets your tummy to picture another girl holding his hand, and it breaks your heart to watch another lean too close and press her soft, pliant body against his firm one, can that be considered fair? Or is it just another line drawn in the sand? Separating the enslaved from the liberated.

How quickly chaste pecks on the cheek become desperate tongue kisses when emboldened by jealousy and competition.

Why present him with gifts when you yourself can be presented—expose your body to him, sell your soul, proffer your maidenhood to be claimed and conquered.

His inexperience with attention of this nature is evident in his hesitancy. The behavior isn't reciprocated, but… it isn't discouraged, not anymore, anyway. If anything, he's noticeably more submissive, paralyzed by what’s familiar—phantom touches, wanted-unwanted advances—succumbing to the whims of his nymphettes as they suckle his tongue and pet the tension from his muscles—neck to groin, chest and back, groin again. And again. And again.

Petting, rubbing, squeezing. Greedy for approval and exception. Greedy for him, for the pulse of his cock in hand, on tongue, down a painfully small throat that feels as good as it does wrong. Lusting for a glimpse of his sharp, princely face squished between plush thighs, his tongue and lips, without practice, dog-bowling whatever makes you squeal the loudest and suffocate him silent.

Brutish in approach. Fucking too quick and too hard. Sweating and humping, awkward and insistent. Groaning with every “I love you!” and tug at his powder-white roots, climaxing with promises of total destruction and salvation from false idols and hollowness.

And so, the former leader—now exalted as Grand Commander, as God—spends what little time he has left on this earth, indulging in what he's never had. Allowing himself to be swept up in affection and praise, believing it to be an exercise in control, when all he's done is all he's ever done—

given himself up.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tommy gets from his shift late at night, basically in the morning. The day was long and night even longer. All he wants now is to fall in his bed and sleep for days.

Opening the door, he's met with silence and a bunch of envelopes near it. He is ready to leave it for tomorrow, but his inner perfectionist doesn't let him leave the mess. He gets it up.

He quickly looks through all of them, noting that all of it's just ads or bills, except the last one. Beautiful baby blue envelope with the handwriting he still remembers as if he saw it yesterday and not a year ago.

Evan.

It's Evan's letter.

Tommy doesn't know why man writers him that way. Using paper and envelope and real mail and not any of their friends. Man knows Tommy has weekly get togethers with Eddie and Chim. Or not on the next barbeque, where they will meet again, like all the time over the last years. Tommy hopes he has to solve his health problem and finally get his weight back. It's sad how Evan was just a ghost of his old self when Tommy saw him over Christmas.

Actually, Tommy doesn't know why man writes him that way. What did he want to tell Tommy that they didn't tell when 118 closed them in the closet in Han's house and didn't let them leave till they got closure? Till they got the understanding why they could never work.

Why does Evan need to write to him?

Tommy weighs the idea about leaving the letter till he wakes up, but his heart is not beating easily without knowing what Evan needed to get on paper and send him.

He opens the envelope. Inside he finds the paper and the photo.

It makes him tear up. The photo is their selfie after they buried Billy. On the outside he can see another handwriting: my happiness.

Tommy swallows, taking a letter in his hands, he sees dried dots if someone was crying when writing.

Dear Tommy,

Hi! How are you? I'm sorry that I'm doing it that way, but I couldn't make myself text or call or come to see you. Because I was afraid. Afraid you would love me just because I'm in pain. Only because I'm in pain. And I had enough of it in my childhood. But I also was afraid you won't be around. It was easier to leave you out. Just as a memory. A good memory. Best memory.

Anyway, if you're reading this, then I'm already dead. Leukemia. Was diagnosed not long before Christmas. It's actually ironic that I'm dying from the same thing that killed my brother and nothing can help.

Ironic and painful. I'm not gonna lie. It's really painful. And not even the treatment or that it doesn't help. No. Painful is that I still have so many things I could live for, try and find, but I don't have time.

But at least I had time to love you. Like I never did with anyone. You're my greatest love, Tommy Kinard. The way you made me feel is unbelievable. Indescribable.

I'm so lucky that I loved and was loved by you. The photo I'm giving you is the moment I had the first “oh! I'm falling for him”, but actually I was falling since you flew us into a hurricane. Thank you for kissing me and giving us those incredible 6 months. I've never been happier. Only with you.

You kissed me and showed me the real me. You showed me I can be loved. And that I can love people.

I know you had reasons to leave. And please know if not for my diagnosis I'd try to call you on New Year's eve, offering you to come and give us another chance. Give you that decision to make.

I hope you forgave me for taking this decision from you. But I can't make you see me dying. See me in pain. See me losing myself. I can't. It could break you, baby. So hard. It's better you find out like that. Maddie or Chim would call you about funerals. Please come. Because I need you to let me go like we did for Billy. I won't be at peace without your goodbye.

But I'm saying it first. Goodbye my love and please remember that I loved you till my very last breath. You were so loved, baby. Please let people love you in the future.

With love,

Your Evan

Tommy falls on his knees, holding the letter close to his heart. He can't see anything. Everything's so blurry. He just cries and cries, screaming in the night.

The sun is rising. The new day is coming. The day he's going to live, knowing that Evan would never call him again.

[slytherholic]

Now I'm a very anti-AI person, and I would love a way to easily make sure I don't support any AI content. However, please be really cautious and sceptical about using these types of AI dectector tools, as they are typically pretty innaccurate and from what I've heard can easily falsely flag genuine writing as AI.

Neurodivergent individuals are particularly prone to getting their writing falsely flagged as AI. I've seen instances online of autistic students talking about getting their genuine work/essays/etc flagged as AI and being unfairly penalised for it in school or college. And as an AuDHDer it's now become a nightmare scenario in my mind that someone could mistake my own writing as AI.

So I decided to test the detector mentioned above, zerogpt.com, myself and found the results not so clear cut. I tested multiple exerpts of writing that I know for a fact contain no AI content, because they were all taken from my own writing. Yes I'm putting myself on the line here, because hey since I'm also autistic and ADHD, maybe we can get an idea of how the creative writing of a neurodivergent fares in this detector, since I've heard so much about that whole issue. Plus, really the only way for me to 100% conclusively know that a piece of writing has no AI is if it's my own. I got results ranging mostly between 0% to 15%, but one exerpt of writing I put in even came out as 28.21%, which immediately made me feel the results from the above post might not be so clear cut, since I know for certain there is no AI generated content in any of the writing I put into it, unless we're counting using a spellchecker as AI generated content.

I then sadly broke my streak of having never used ChatGPT and asked it for some drarry fanfic, since I figured it would be good to test how the detector website does with some writing that is 100% definitely AI generated, rather than basing results on just speculation. I tested two pieces of fanfic provided directly by ChatGPT with no editing. Just direct copy paste. The first chapter it gave me came out as 74.59% and then I asked it to write me another chapter and that came out as 69.43%.

These results actually seem a lot more clear cut, although then I thought, well if someone's going to post an AI fic, presumably they might at least edit it a bit first to make it sound less obviously AI, since what ChatGPT gave me was kinda janky, and had some pretty obvious inconsistencies even if a lot of it sounded reasonably okay. So I decided to waste some time I should really be spending on my own writing, to try and edit the 74.59% one a bit to try and fix anything that felt really obviously off or had a weird flow to it or just didn't make sense. I figured this might give a more accurate read on what kind of percentage a work mostly based on AI generation, but at least edited somewhat, might get. After spending probably about half an hour editing the roughly 1500 word piece of ChatGPT generated fic, to fix the stuff that felt really obviously weird/AI generated to me. Rerunning it through the zerogpt detector, it still came out at 71.45%. To be fair there was deinfitely still stuff in the piece after I edited it that didn't feel quite right, but I really didn't want to waste that much of my time on this, when I've got other shit to be doing. I'm sure you could get that down further if you were to really extensively edit the piece, and spend hours rewriting and rewording it. But if you're going to put that much time and effort in, it doesn't even make much sense to me to use an AI generator in the first place. Like at that point it'd probably take about the same amount of time to just write the damn thing from scratch in the first place. Idk, I'm genuinely not very familiar with using these kind of AIs, so maybe there are better ways to word the prompt to get a more human-like result from the beginning. For reference I just put in "write a 2000 word drarry fan fiction, about harry potter returning to hogwarts for 8th year".

In conclusion, based on my own experimentation, I personally wouldn't trust any result below around 40-50% (at least from this specific AI detector), as actual evidence of AI use, unless I had some other compeling evidence to suggest that was the case. I don't know what fics were used in the two example screenshots above for suspicious fics, but for me personally, there'd have to be some extremely good reason to be suspecting AI use to count an 18% or even the 36% as any type of actual proof. I'd say maybe over 50% I might start to assume AI use is likely, but even then I'd take it with a grain of salt, just in case.

Because while it was mentioned in the post above that this isn't a case of instigating witch-hunts, I can see how this could easily turn into that real quick. And it's likely most of the victims would be neurodivergent peeps, which I could see ending up being kind of ableist and exclusionary, which just makes me feel icky and I want no part of that.

For me personally, I'd only consider even bothering to check a work from AO3 in this AI detector if I already felt like it sounded weird and AI-like. And honestly even then, I probably still wouldn't bother with the detector and instead would just exit out of the fic, since presumably if I feel like it sounds weirdly written and like it might be AI, I'm not enjoying it anyway.

Anyway I think I've spent at least 2-3 hours now what with researching and testing and experimenting with this whole thing. So I really need to stop and go work on my actual project I'm supposed to be working on right now, even though it could be interesting to see how some other detectors fair compared to this one. But anyway, hopefully this is useful to someone!

About AI writing

After reading this post by @drarryspecificrecsdaily, I've realised that there might be more fics AI written than I thought.

I'm vehemently opposed to this fake stuff.

And it turns out I've already read an AI fic... A drarry…

In my personal notes, I noted that it was well written, very academic, but that unfortunately it quickly became too fluffy, too mawkish and that it was as if Harry and Draco (Hogwarts teachers) were the only characters in the castle. I flew through the whole of the second half.

So I'm quite happy that my instincts weren't wrong.

I compared the alleged AI fics with a few that I love. I use zerogpt.com.

The verdict is pretty clear-cut, even if you can only analyse 15,000 characters for free.

Suspicious fics :

Fics that I know for a fact are written by their authors :

So from now on, for recent fics, I'll be systematically checking. It's not a question of fomenting witch-hunts, but of favouring real authors.

I don't castigate carp-mouthed selfies ig hollow influencers in order to support with my clicks their ao3 equivalents.

[galedekkarios]

"how could anyone ship bloodweave they make no sense at all" did you think about their stories, their motives, their ailments, their shared hobbies, the subtle progression of their relationship throughout the acts, and how very similar they can be despite being different. i know that you didn't but if you had then perhaps you would understand why some people might ship them, especially since a) you can successfully romance them in an origin run thus making it possible, b) astarion already tries flirting with gale unprompted in act 1, and c) you can romance astarion with a good-aligned pc and romance gale with an evil-aligned pc. so, like. what's not clicking