#THEY WERE SO WRONG ABOUT THE WORLD IS UGLY BTW

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

The World Is Ugly intro Melbourne 17/3/2023

[kateis-cakeis]

people are really so weird and so fatphobic huh

(and oops most of my commentary is in the tags XD)

[lovelyjj]

hey! Can you write insecure reader who stops eating and her boyfriend JJ finds out?

I love all your works btw! 😽🫶

Insecure

jj maybank x reader

a/n: thank you and thank you so much for requesting!

It was hard not to compare yourself to other girls. When you were at the beach all you could think about is the bodies of the other girls. They had tiny waists and long legs. Their hair was perfect and you just wished you looked like them.

The fact that you had to wear a bikini to the beach made you not want to go. Showing off your body is quite possibly the last thing you would ever want to be doing. So you would ether not go or wear a sweatshirt and say you weren’t tanning or swimming.

It was also hard to see the same girls at the beach flirt with your boyfriend. JJ would blow them off and reassure you that that you were the only one for him. JJ didn’t even glance in their direction. He was completely devoted to you. Yet you still felt like he deserved better.

All you could think about is how horrible you looked. You were far from how the girls at the beach looked, and you couldn’t help but think you were ugly. You were deeply insecure and you didn’t know how to fix it.

You felt uncomfortable in your own skin and not good enough for anyone or anything. You were tired of feeling this way, it was draining. You were also feeling hopeless. Your mind was your worst enemy. Every time you looked in the mirror you cringed. So, you tried to avoid doing that at all times.

When food was placed in front of you you would almost gag. You didn’t want to eat. It was too much. You thought maybe if you stopped eating you would become thinner and look like all the other girls with tiny waists.

You didn’t mean to it just sort of happened. You thought you were just not hungry, but then you were skipping meals. a lot of meals. You have stopped eating all together and you were hoping that you would get good results out of it.

JJ wasn’t stupid, he knew something was wrong he just didn’t know what. He noticed that he hasn’t seen you eat in a long time. He also noticed that you’ve lost some weight. Of course your weight didn’t matter to him but he was concerned for your health.

The chateau was busy with all the pogues in it. They were all getting ready to go in the hot tub. You were having a dilemma because you didn’t want to get into a swimsuit. So you decided you wouldn’t go in.

“What’s up buttercup?” JJ asked.

“Nothing just chillin,” you spoke.

“How are you, seriously?” JJ asked. He was concerned about you. He was watching you decline and he hated it.

“Um m’fine,” you replied.

“I think we need to talk,” JJ put forth.

“what about?”

“I haven’t seen you eat in a long time and I’m worried about you,” JJ confessed.

You let out a deep sigh. You did not want to have this conversation right now.

“Don’t worry about it JJ,” you instructed.

“No I will worry about it because i worry about you. You’re my girl and I care about you. I’m concerned. Please baby, talk to me.” JJ begged.

“I just want to feel pretty,” tears filled your eyes but you didn’t let them fall.

“I thought maybe if I stop eating, I would loose some weight.” You looked down on the floor avoiding JJ’s eyes.

“You know I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world right?!”

“Baby please look at me.”

You did as you were told, reluctantly.

“I want you to listen to me when I say this. You’re perfect just the way you are. I love you and I love your body. I think you’re gorgeous. It breaks my heart that you don’t see it. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You gave JJ a sad smile.

“Come here,” JJ opened his arms for you to get into.

Once you were in JJ’s arms he kissed your cheek. Then he kissed your forehead. He then kissed your temple. “My beautiful girl, love you so much!” Then he kissed your lips.

“How about I order a pizza?” JJ suggested.

“I don’t know jayj,” you shrugged.

“Come on please baby I need you to eat something for me. I don’t want you to wither away. I care about you and your health.”

“I’ll eat with you, I will even help you. If you want me too,” JJ shrugged.

“Jayj…”

“No come on, I’m ordering the pizza, end of story.”

You gave JJ a small smile silently thanking him but you were more so just done protesting. You knew JJ meant well you were just stubborn. It meant a lot to you that he cared so much about you. You thought it was sweet. You just really didn’t want to eat.

The pizza was delivered and you were dreading eating it. JJ took the pizza to his room so you could have some privacy.

“I know you don’t want to eat but i’m right here I’m not going anywhere and I want you to nourish your body.”

“okay jayj.”

JJ sat with you and helped you eat. He was understanding and considerate. He wanted to be there for you during this hard time. With JJ’s help you were able to eat something.

“There you go baby, good job! I’m proud of you,” JJ praised.

“Thank you J.”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Writhe Beneath Me

More Summoned!König! This one is mainly you, Summoner, König just comes in the end to reassure you. Btw you're kinduva badass in this? You fight off a whole summon. I think the idea could be a bit more fleshed out later, but it's what I've got now.

Also, is this me sowing the seeds of a plot? Maybe!

Anyways!

TWs: graphic violence, gore, assault, killing a big ugly beast that's trying to kill you

Wordcount: 2.8k

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Story Below the Cut

Writhe Beneath Me

You picked up your sword with one hand and held your vial of enchanted water in the other. You looked back at König, who gave you an assuring nod.

“C’mon summoner, you’re up first!” your drill sergeant called you from the bench.

“Do not worry, Summoner,” König whispered into your ears, “I will be here for you.”

You nodded as you stood and brushed yourself off. The scabbard of your sword in your hand felt heavier than before, almost as though König had been lightening the load for you. 

When you stepped into the light, you could see the drill sergeant’s crimson robes, the bright lights shining white off the silver embroidery woven artfully into the edges. His glare was shrouded by darkness, perfectly hidden from the light behind him. Something about the way he squared his chest and crossed his meaty forearms over each other set you on edge.

You scurried past him, ignoring the chuckles from a few of your teammates as you hauled yourself up and into the sparring ring.

“Right,” the sergeant addressed you gruffly, “you know the drill, but I’ll go over it again for the others. Get in the ring and banish whatever summon I bring up to come at ya,” he turned to the group, “when you’re out there working? You’re using your summons to fight yer battles, but other people are using theirs just the same. And remember: kill the summoner, kill the summon. So when you’re out there tryna use your summons to kill other summoners, same thing’s happening to you. That’s why,” the drill sergeant started tracing a pattern on the floor, “you need to be able to protect yourself against summons without using your summons.”

He stepped back and looked at you, and a chill ran through you. Something about the way he grinned seemed wrong, twisted and reflected in the wrong angle. It wasn’t right.

The glass behind you sealed behind you, closing you out from the rest of the world. You could see König melt back into the shadows. You frowned, but figured he'd be back soon enough.

“Alright summoner, let’s see whatcha got,” the man hopped out of the ring just as a black hole slowly started to grow on the ground.

It grew larger and larger as a long set of gnarled yellow ochre claws curled around the edge of the pool, breaking the surface tension with a ripple. You could smell something sweetly rotten coming from the pool as another hand, covered in welts and blisters like a pockmarked dalmatian, latched onto the opposite edge of the pool. Then another came out, and another and another until the entire edge of the pool was lined with long fingers with longer claws, a mustard yellow ring of fire around a gaping void of stars and cosmic gas.

You froze. Your eyes were wide as the ring before you when the hands clenched tight and heaved. Your teammates could hear your teeth chattering as a great yawning maw slowly raised up from the centre of the hole. It opened a series of jaws to reveal a burning green eyes whirling round in its socket before it finally turned to look at you. The way the corners of its mouths split into a smile had your knees buckling.

You could see a fellow soldier trying to scream something, but you couldn't hear them through the muffling glass.

The drill sergeant jumped to his feet, “Shut up and sit down! You’ve got a damn fine example of what’ll happen to you if you’re not prepared out there.”

You whipped your head to look at the man in despair.

“Oh come on,” the sergeant rolled his eyes, “this is just trimming the fat of the program. Can’t have deadweights out there in the field.”

“What do you-”

The monster finished hauling it’s serpentine body out of the hole in the floor, laying it’s grotesquely sweating body over the hard ground where the hole had once been. It’s body writhed worm-like on the cement as a row of arms swam up its body before encircling its head like a lion’s mane. It turned its body with a sicking squelch to see you and widened its many jaws of razor teeth.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered.

You dodged a flurry of palms all reaching out to you with a leap that sent you sprawling onto your back. You grunted and rolled, trying your best to get yourself back up onto your feet only for a hand to swipe your legs out from under you.

From the corner of your eye you could see your squad in their chairs. Some of them writhed against invisible restraints while the rest stared at you like they were watching a horror movie.

You could feel the wind getting knocked out of your chest when an arm raised you up and slung you to the back wall of the ring. Through the glass, you could see one of your friends trying to yell something. Maybe they were trying to cheer you on? You hoped so.

You rolled to avoid another flurry of palm strikes and managed to right yourself up onto your feet. The beast didn’t give you a chance to celebrate, instead curling its body like a snake before throwing its entire body at you.

You dodged and rolled again. Looks like all those falling classes paid off after all, you thought bitterly as you finally managed to draw your machete from its sheath. With a spit to the ground and a stretch of your neck, you lunged into action.

You zig-zagged your way through a myriad of limbs being thrown your way to try and drive your blade into the summon’s body, only to be knocked back by a sickly hand. You could smell the puss from one of its blisters burning into your robe, rich in sulphur and ash. It made your eyes water briefly.

Sensing an opportunity, the beast tried its best to curl around your body in a loose loop but you managed to wipe away the tears just in time for you to nick and opportune leap out of its snare. As you jumped, you took a sweep at its body with your knife to get a good blow to its body.

You were rewarded with slimy blood billowing up into the air, coating you in rank vomit green that stained deep into your clothing. The beast howled with an ear-splitting screech that had nearly had you at your knees, but you stood strong against it. You brandished your blade again and grit your teeth, ready for more.

The beast wove itself towards you in a criss-cross pattern with fluid agility. You only barely were able to react to it lunging at you with its teeth by ducking out of the way and scoring the beast’s belly. You snarled and dug deeper, thrusting your machete in before using your feet as an anchor point to rip the blade from the thick armoured skin.

You were greeted by a series of blue and purple organs splashing bodily fluids into your face. They burned bright hot into your skin, scorching white pain blinding you briefly as you thrashed to get out from under the beast.

You managed to squirm out as the beast tied itself into a knot before pulling itself free, much like a hag fish on a whale. You watched as the beast clamped its jaw shut, puncturing its own eye with its many teeth before opening it to try and see where you’d gone.

You, of course, had crawled behind a length of its body to effectively shield yourself from its vision. The drill sergeant was barking something at the summon, and in the brief moment it had to stop to listen, you managed to grip your blade and haul yourself to your feet once more. This time, you had a new target.

You managed to throw yourself behind the creature, using its own body to protect yourself from its many hands and nicked off one of the many hands on its arms. As the creature tried to get closer, you slashed the many hands from its arms, some coming clean off with a rush of smoke and others only hanging limply by the remains of skin and viscera.

You grinned. You had a strategy now.

The beast tried to flail its now useless limbs at you, but you managed to instead use them as leverage to get closer to the head, where the entire mane now rippled like a sea of wings. With a grunt and a leap, you managed to leap closer to the gaping maw of the eye.

The beast lunged forth, its many jaws widening as it prepared to snap you up, but you pushed further too quickly for it to react and managed to cleave the horrendous green eye clean in two. A rush of fluid coated you as it pooled around you, throwing you back until you were clean on the other side of the ring. You tried to wipe the thick mucus from your face, flailing to get to your feet, but once you managed to stand you saw that the beast was no longer a great wyrm of brimstone and hands, but now a deflated stretch of mustard skin, covered in its own blood and puss.

Only when you saw that the summon had been thoroughly banished did you fall to your knees with a splash into the mucous. Your eyes couldn’t open wide enough to be able to see the true expanse of what you’d just done. You, useless and pathetic summoner you, had just managed to kill a summon. You had lived, and it had died.

You tilted your head back to look into the blinding lights of the training grounds. The glass formed between you and your cohorts dissolved, and your squad managed to free themselves of their hold. Some of them ran from the room. You envied their abilities. Others you could feel hauling you to your feet, cheering you on and swearing down the sergeant that had flung this whole creature onto you.

You were hauled up to meet a familiar face, that of your friend’s.

“I can’t believe you’re alive,” her voice was broken with emotions.

“I can’t either,” you managed to sputter out around a bubble of viscous fluid running down your face.

Your friend turned, trying to find something, but she was quickly distracted by your bubbling hiccups.

“Fuck, we need to get you to the nursing station,” she hissed before turning to the others, “did any of you hear that? We need to get to the nursing station now!”

You were carried by many pairs of hands out the room and down the hall. You followed the twists and turns with eyes rolling in their sockets before you lost track of where you were. You closed your eyes, and let the people carry you off, letting the jostling of many hands wash over your limp body like a castaway at sea.

When you opened your eyes again, you were in a dark room with a pair of nurses chatting over your bedside. They turned to you with a pair of smiles.

“There you are!” the woman turned to face you with a gentle tone to her voice.

“How’re you feeling there?” the other man asked with a nasal affect.

“I’m…” you groaned as you dragged yourself to sit up, “I’m hurting real bad,” you admitted.

“I can imagine,” the woman chuckled, “you got a couple dislocations there and a pretty bad hit to the head.”

“We heard what happened out there,” the man picked up where she left off.

“What, in the training room?” you grumbled.

“What a mess,” the woman shook her head, “that man needs to be court-martialed.”

“I can’t believe anyone would do that,” the man whistled, “never heard of anything like this happening.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning your head back on the scratchy pillow they’d provided for you.

“I can’t believe I’m alive,” you muttered.

“Nobody can,” the man laughed, “you took down a whole wraith all by yourself!”

Your eyes opened briefly, “A wraith? I can’t kill a wraith. I’m not that good of a summoner.”

“Well you best believe it ‘cause that’s what happened out there,” the woman laughed, “you’re being too hard on yourself. You’d have to be an amazing summoner to survive one of those, especially at your level of training. You’re what, not even a first year?”

You nodded weakly.

“The fact you’re alive is incredible,” the woman stepped to your side and placed a hand over a bandaged arm, “get some rest, alright? You’re not gonna be here for long, so you might as well get all the sleep you can get.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

When you next opened your eyes, you were washed in an unnatural darkness, only befitting one individual you knew.

“König?” you called out weakly.

“I’m here, Summoner.”

You tried to look to see him but it was too dark to make him out. All you could get was a slight shadow from the light of a monitor you’d been hooked up to.

“König,” you hissed as you took in a painful breath, “did you see everything that happened?”

König chuckled, “I saw.”

“The fuck’re you laughing for?” you grumbled, “I nearly died today.”

“Yesterday, technically,” König quipped.

“Yesterday!? How long have I been out for!?”

You could feel the deep rumbles of König’s laughter waving through you, “Only about six hours.”

“You had me thinking I’d been out for like, ten hours or something,” you huffed irritably.

“No, only eight. You were out for two when you spoke to the nurses, and another six later and I’m here,” König explained, “it’s about two in the morning now.”

“You woke me up at two?” you groaned.

“I figured now was a decent time,” König explained, “especially for what I would like to discuss with you. I’d rather not have any additional ears listen in.”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s so big that you need to wake me up at two in the morning to tell me?”

“Simple,” König answered smugly, “that the drill sergeant has been… Well, I couldn’t do much, but he’s no longer instructing on this base. That is all I was able to influence. What I wasn’t able to figure out was how far back this trailed.”

“How far back what trailed?” you were getting sick of König’s games.

“This deceit,” König sneered, “they didn’t expect you to live today. Normally, I would’ve been able to step in, but it seemed a far more powerful summoner had anticipated my arrival. They kept me busy while you struggled, which I am sorry about.”

His voice was strangely remorseful, something that was foreign to König’s usual way of holding himself.

“So your drill sergeant did not act alone, I’m afraid,” König sighed just as you felt a dip on the corner of your cot, “Summoner, you are not well liked on this base. It seems some are still against our partnership.”

Despite the medications in your system, you felt yourself sober up startlingly quickly. You sat up in bed to try and see König better, but it was for naught. He perfectly blended in with the darkness.

“Can’t you read their minds and go deal with them?” you asked.

“Were it that simple, Summoner,” König sighed, “unfortunately, whoever is against us is also quite wary of who I am. Normally I’d be flattered, but now it has become a hornet under my heel. I am afraid that if they were able to keep me from you for while you were in the ring, hiding their thoughts from me would’ve been as simple as breathing for them. So thus, I have no clue who is so interested in your demise.”

“So what do I do?” you asked nervously.

“You live, Summoner,” König replied, patting your knee affirmatively, “that is your best way of fighting against your adversaries. Live to spite them.”

“I don’t know how often I can go through what I went through toda-yesterday,” you sighed.

“Since I’m more aware of the situation, I can assure you that you won’t be alone next time,” König assured you, “so keep that in mind. Either way, I am most impressed by how you handled yourself.”

You smiled slightly, “You are?”

“I have told you many times, Summoner,” König sighed, “you are far more capable than you believe. Not all of summoning is about controlling and obtaining summons. Most of it is about learning to live when things do not go to plan. It’s about adaptability and overcoming adversaries. And today, you overcame quite the summon, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “I heard it was a wraith?”

“Indeed it was,” König confirmed, “so if you consider a wraith’s strength and size, you realize that you in fact have managed quite well today.”

“I guess I did pretty alright,” you fobbed him off.

“You know more of your worth now,” König leaned in close and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, letting the cloth mask brush against your face, “now rest. You’ve plenty of work ahead of you.”

You complained that you didn’t need to sleep any longer, but the room was empty once again. With a sigh, you turned and closed your eyes again.

Stories (Alternate Universe)

[emero0]

Ight im analyzing Bake no hana or “flower of transformation” cus its in my brain

Spoilers for mizu5 (obv but heres your warning)

(Lyrics from project sekai wiki)

This is mostly line distribution but feel free to add more

So the first lines are about mizuki (obviously)

Probably about people looking at them weirdly and how they’re used to it — and how they’re cute but its “wrong” its “a sin”

Also this is a music thing but enas lyric “its off” is off beat with the song as well

Then more about mizuki crumbling and breaking sown with their secret because it was revealed before they could reveal it themselves

Next, i find it interesting how every time this lime is sung its by kanade, mafuyu, or both (+kaito)

Which could be in reference to the fact that neither of them were there when everything went down

They also seem to take on more narrator roles like in the beginning

Following this, Ena sings this line every time as well — likely in reference to her not being able to say anything to mizuki and being unable to take back the look on her face when mizuki found her—a face that could be seen aa disgust or “ugly” - “makeup” because its not how ena truly feels

(Which btw—i believe was mainly in part to “oh shit i just found out the secret ive been patiently waiting for before i was told and now i feel awful” and not “oh my god mizuki is trans” or whatever your interpretation of that is considering THEY STILL HAVENT CONFIRMED ANYTHING—which is slightly frustrating but alas we can wait)

Next, either mizuki not wanting to go back because they are tired of running—or even (and im leaning towards this one) they cant go bavk to being a kid, to being “how they were”,

“Blossoming” into this flower, they cant go back and not be trans, theyve bloomed into who they are, even if its “off” and “a sin”

(Im trying not to push trans stuff (NOT /neg) and just look at it as it is but its really hard to see it another way for me /lh —a trans person)

Next, another song thing—when mizuki tells everyone to disappear—they do

No one else sings except kaito, and then when they sing “stay with me” they come back

Then they repeat lines with kaito which could mean something-but it may also just be adding kaito to make it different the second time around because music theory

Nearing the end—this may very well be 1: mizuki not knowing the future and mafuyu-ing into sekai

But it could also be a nod to the player—not knowing the future-and until they do mizuki not showing up in the “real world”

And finally—the curse of being born the way they are, they’ve had enough of running (away from their problems, their mistakes) and have essentially done the game equivalent of —well— disappearing

Overall i really want a full version and i think what we have so far is very interesting—i dont have jpsekai so im probably missing some stuff-but i have seen mizu5 so thats where most of this came from

(Will be avoiding most social media tho cus the arguments over this are—interesting… tumblrs been good so far tho ^^’)

[baenyth]

After too much stalling, I finally finished the other half of Miraculous Season 2. Here's my thoughts episode-by-episode:

Zombizou: The episode focused on Ms. Bustier. Honestly I get where she's coming from in that statement to Marinette. This is a world where people can become butt-ugly abominations because they felt upset, although I think Chloe still needs consequences for her actions as well as something like positive reinforcement. She had plenty consequences in season 1. Speaking of Chloe, That Asshole was wrong. There was clear intent for Chloedemption. Also could we at least have seen all that stuff Ms. Bustier does in previous episodes?

Syren: This was an episode the salters talked loads about, and honestly, I get where Adrien's coming from here. On a fundamental level the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculi aren't equals due to the Ladybug's magic reset button, but as one of the first Miraculous users, Adrien should've still been let in on the loop. Kid felt like he was useless, that Ladybug could save the day without his help. At the very least have Master Fu go one-on-one or have both kids show up while transformed or blindfolded. Also the water voices ticked me off, but that's relatively minor.

Frightningale: A fun character-of-the-week episode, especially since I'm fond of Clara Nightingale's constant rhymes and rhythm. She's dedicated to it and I love it. It's also good to see Chloe be an exceptional and talented dancer! It's good to see her having talents and interests that aren't just making people suffer!

Troublemaker: Another episode showing why I think Marinette and Adrien shouldn't date in any of their forms. I don't know enough about stalker shrines but I think Marinette's room is getting close enough to be one for Adrien. Though I'm pretty sure Adrien's seen worse or has been conditioned to not care, based on his reaction at the end. Still a shame that the local TV show had to live-film Marinette's room and beach her privacy in the local city-town of Paris while the real Paris has been converted to an amusement park for tourists. You got any other reasons why the population is so low? One more thing: I'm pretty sure the lack of ladybug-vision was more due to anxiety over losing one of her earrings and the difficulty of the villain more than anything else.

Anansi: I find the new heroes good, personally. They give more screentime to other characters. Also again with Adrien's insecurity about being useful. And I think this episode would've been over sooner if they noticed that Anansi was going to get herself akumatized over the stress and maybe just let her come or something. Or if they got Marinette to arm-wrestle her instead. Marinette has muscles, right?

Sandboy: A lore episode, mostly. The nightmares were funny for a second and I was a bit annoyed by the Akuma's voice, but that's small potatoes. I like how compared to season 1, where we would be given a bunch of development for Sandboy it's just explained to us afterwards while we instead get more time for lore.

Style Queen: Hawkmoth has a contender for the most evil character in the show. Audrey Bourgeois is the kind of person that would be made fun of in those Karen freakout videos. She cheats on her husband, neglects her daughter to the point of not remembering her name, fires people over the most minor inconveniences, and starts G-rated killing people over getting a seat in the second row. She needs to be cancelled, deplatformed, and Chloe needs a therapist and better role models. I really liked the split-second of Adrien looking shocked after Marinette told him he had the catwalk down, btw. Did he think his identity was outed there?

Queen Wasp: This is why teenagers shouldn't get superpowers. I get secondhand embarrassment watching them. Also Marinette What The Fuck why the Hell are you getting Chloe to bond with the Absolute Worst Person For Her

Maledictator: This is what happens when you make Chloe bond with a Chernobyl-level toxic influence, Marinette. In general this episode was funny, both intentionally and unintentionally. Everyone starts celebrating Chloe ditching Paris with her mother except Adrien because Chloe was her only friend even though she was a detriment to everyone else and suddenly Marinette feels bad because she worships Adrien. The first thing the villain of the week does is make Audrey stop being such a horrible person and later he made Chat Noir reach the limit of catboyness. It's like a Smiling Friends episode. Also it was cool to see Chloe's depths and self-loathing. Surely that won't be forgotten and Chloe will be given therapy so she can become a better person, right?

Reverser (Put here so it makes sense timeline-wise): It's Yaoi time. Except that Nathaniel is into Ladybug (who I assume he knows is Marinette) here and Marc is fine with that. Overall a good episode. Some nice humor, and Reverser's probably the best akuma design so far I love the paper stuff. Plus more info on the side characters and a spot of good humor, excellent!

Frozer: Ah, there's the Nathmarc. And explicit Julerose. And Marinette getting some idea that her fantasy of Adrien is unhealthy and shouldn't be followed. And Adrigami, albeit a bit one-sided. Quit pining over someone who doesn't love you and get with someone who does, kid. And a smidgeon of Marigami. And Adrien's bodyguard being his daddy in place of his father. And a pinch of me seeing what the salters were talking about with the girlsquad and them forcing Marinette and Adrien together. Or at least Alya and Mylene. I couldn't hear what Alix, Juleka, and Rose were saying, but they disagreed, right? At least one of them had to disagree, right?

Heroes' Day Two-Parter: Marinette you're being too hotheaded against Lila no you gotta be like Columbo. Also yet another Marinette Costanza moment. Otherwise not much to say here. It's the boss rush episode, it's the series finale, Alya managed to catch onto Nino being Carapace but still can't seem to connect the dots between Ladybug and Marinette, the Peacock Miraculous is introduced, and Natalie is on my suslist.

I might procrastinate again on the first half of season 3. The first episode deserves a post of it's own. It's the salt episode.

[dancinginmydressinthesun]

MY ERAS TOUR CONCERTS - GELSENKIRCHEN N1 AND N2 (chaotic version)

Gelsenkirchen (or should I say Swiftkirchen) put so so much effort in those three days that Taylor was there, it was insane!! Renaming the city, creating "Taylor Town" and parties and fun stuff everywhere, it was really great. Since it is the most unknown city on the whole Eras Tour (and believe me, I live nearby, it's pretty ugly usually), it needed to shine a light on the city, especially given that everyone would want to come to Hamburg or Munich (or Berlin or Cologne if she had included those), but no one ever wants to come here. I was so amazed by all of it and I cannot fathom that all of my dreams just came true, it was all a fever dream, it felt like heaven and I didnt think I would ever be able to experience something like that.

N1: I was so so excited, all was perfect (almost)!! The atmosphere was really wonderful in front and inside the stadium, I traded my bracelets, people were there from all over the world. I went with a friend and a friend of a friend and I loved it. I cried when my tickets were scanned and they let me in and when I saw the Stadium from the inside (i didnt cry when I saw Taylor although I was convinced before I would, I think I had nothing left inside me anymore because of all the adrenaline before haha) Paramore was really really good!!! The seats were okay, I was a little irritated that there was a pole (idk what its called) that was a little bit blocking my view of the middle stage, you can see it in the video. It was so so good tho, I lvoed when Kam said "Kannste knicken" i died!! I also loved that Taylor acknowledged the paper hearts but I am so so mad bc i forgot them!!!! I had them all printed out and it feels so bad that I was not one of those people holding them up even tho I could have... It really still makes me so mad, I dont wanna think about it anymore.... anyway..... I was so happy being the first one to listen to Superstar on the Eras Tour, a few people around me definitely didnt know the song and it made me jump and scream even more, everything hurted that day, my feet hurt my lower back but I stood and jumped during the entire thing except for the transitions!!1 I was also dancing so dramatically and it must have looked so embarrassing but idc, it was all worth it!! I loved the face she made on Midnight rain btw

N2: Boy N2 was so much more relaxed, I wasnt that scared that anything could go wrong anymore, I could sleep better, my feet and back didnt hurt nearly as much anymore (but they still did haha). I once again had the best time (although I didnt like the girl sitting next to me AT ALL but anyway), the seat was so much better this time yay, I LOVED THE 22 HAT GIRL, MAYBE MY FAVOURITE THING OVERALL, I cried for this little baby :'). I loved the face she made on midnight rain again so much, SHE SANG THIS IS ME TRYING!!!!! I COULDNT STAND ANYMORE WHEN SHE STARTED SINGING IT, I HAD TO BE ON MY KNEES FOR A QUICK MOMENT, I loved Hey Stephen sm as well, expecially because people once again were not happy about it around me and I was so so furious, i mean BUT WOULD THEY WRITE A SONG FOR YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I jumped, one time I almost jumped so high that I thought I would fall over the seat right in front of me and crash the girl before me, thankfully I didnt hahahha

N3 in Taylor Town, Swiftkirchen: It was so so nice being there, I got merch, I ate Swiftcream, we danced to her songs (the dj even played Crazier!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), took pictures with all of her albums, and then I went to one of my friends houses and we watched the livestream and BOY I was devastated when she played Better Man and I WAS NOT THERE. I really got a little sad but I dont think I would have even survived another concert right the next day, idk if I am old but I was definitely feeling the toll those 2 days took on my body but it was so so worth it tho!!!

Today I am just happy about the Gelsenkirchen post on her Insta and tomorrow I will pack my suitcase for Hamburg N1 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[1moreff-creator]

(02) Arturo Giles - First Trial (DRDT - Milgram AU)

Hey there! Back again with the AU, sorry this one took a bit, I’ve been busy. Anyways, today we have Arturo, with his VD Varicose Veins and his MV Wilting. It is pretty hard to write Arturo btw, I just hope he’s not too ooc. Anyways, attempt at a thumbnail!

I struggle a bit with what to do with the CWs, since I feel they can be a bit spoilery. What I'm doing for the moment is just putting warnings for stuff that explicitly happens in the MV and the VD, not things which are implied. If you think I should do something else, do tell me!

CW Hospitals and plastic surgery, angry confrontation, Arturo Giles (so intense prejudice based on appearance)

VD: Varicose Veins

*Footsteps*

Es: Hey the-!

Arturo: Ugh. Do I really have to be judged by someone this ugly?

E: … Excuse me?

A: Are you deaf? If you’re going to baselessly accuse me of being a murderer, and trap me inside a ridiculous prison filled with people so ugly I’d rather not breathe the same air as them, the least I was expecting is that you would be beautiful enough to justify it. 

E: …

A: And stupid. You really don’t have anything going for you, do you?

E: Okay, you know what? Let’s start over. *Shuffling* My name is Es! What’s yours?

A: Arturo Giles. Get your hand away from me, I wouldn’t shake it even if we were wearing three pairs of gloves each. 

E: *Deep breath* Alright. *Shuffling*Alright! Alright… It’s nice to meet you, Arturo! If you don’t mind, could you tell me a bit about why you seem so averse to… uh, what you call “ugly” people? It’s not nice to judge people on appearance, you know. 

A: Tch. *Whispering* As if I care about being “nice” to you. *Full volume* Anyone who interacts with as many ugly people as I have would understand why I cannot stand them.

E: What do you mean? How have you interacted with so many so-called ugly people if you despise them so much?

A: I’m a plastic surgeon. Do you know how many truly hideous people come to me regularly, asking me to fix their unsalvageable appearance? It’s only natural I would eventually start seeing every one of the masses’ imperfections. 

E: Uh, right. But that doesn’t answer the question. Why be so judgmental about something so superficial?

A: If given the option, would you rather spend your time with an ugly person, or a beautiful one?

E: That depends on who the people are. Appearance doesn’t have any weight on people’s worth.

A: Wow. You are either stupid, blind or delusional, maybe all three. Have you ever stepped outside? Ever tune in on the news? Looked at social media at all?

E: Not that I remember. 

A: Beca- Wait, what?

E: All I can remember is being the Warden of this prison.

A: ...

E: There’s books here, though!

A: …Alright, so maybe you’re just ignorant. Let me enlighten you. *Dreamy sigh* There’s a special type of people, the most successful, the most important people in the world, who are a marvel to look at. These are truly beautiful people! The ones who would only need me to enhance their splendor! The ones I actually want to operate on!

E: … *Sounds of someone struggling to form words* Okay, okay, so. Before, addressing… any of that. You do realize plenty of people have been successful without being conventionally attractive, yes?

A: And? Plenty of people have been struck by lightning, but you don’t see me staying inside just because of some rain.

E: *Pause, their voice grows frustrated* Even then, you do realize success doesn’t necessarily make someone a better person, right?

A: Ugh. It’s the same thing as before. Would you rather spend time with successful or unsuccessful people? With someone important or a complete nobody?

E: … Don’t- Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you know what a friend is, Arturo?

A: Tch. This is a waste of time. At this rate, I don’t think you’ll ever come to your senses. 

E: *Sigh* Right, sure. We just think way too differently.

A: Good. Are we done here now? 

E: Huh? No way! We still haven’t talked about the thing this interrogation is supposed to be about! 

A: *Groan* Are you serious? What is this even supposed to be about, then? 

E: The thing all of you are here for. The murder you committed. 

A: Hmph. Right, that nonsense. I'll have you know, I've never murdered anyone. I don’t know why you seem to think otherwise. 

E: Are you certain? Milgram considers you a murderer, and there is no doubt in my mind that is correct. 

A: I know my life far better than this mockery of a prison ever could. I haven’t done anything that could be considered murder, not a single thing. 

E: Are you certain? Do you mean to tell me you aren’t responsible for anyone’s death? I find that hard to believe from the mouth of one of Milgram’s prisoners.

A: No, I- I, well… *Whispering* I mean, there is... no, no, that wasn't my fault. That isn’t murder. 

E: Oh? Is something coming to mind?

A: I- Look. If- Let’s say something I did… led in some way to someone’s death. But I didn’t do anything, I never wanted them to die. That doesn’t count as murder. Right?

E: In the eyes of Milgram, perhaps it could. 

A: Hk- Are you serious?! This is ridiculous! I never laid a hand on her, you have no right to call me a killer!

E: Her? This doesn’t sound like a hypothetical anymore, Arturo. 

A: Agh! Ugh, you little-!

*Chair sliding, a thump, mystical noises*

A: Huh?!

E: Oh… wow. I didn’t know that was a thing! I guess prisoners can’t attack the Warden. 

A: Really? I guess you feel confident behind this stupid… barrier thing! But that still doesn’t make you right! Her death is not my fault! If you were in my place, you would have done the same!

E: Can I ask who you’re talking about? 

A: That’s… irrelevant, you nosy parasite!

E: *Sigh* Look, Arturo. I’m sorry if it upsets you, but we need to talk about this in more detail. It’s for your own good! If whatever happened really isn’t your fault, then I’m sure I’ll… I’ll…

A: You’ll Forgive me, right? That’s-

E: ... You really are presumptuous, Zero Two. Milgram has deigned you a killer, and thus there is no doubt in my mind you hold some responsibility for your murder. 

A: Are you serious?! I’m telling you, I didn’t do anything wrong!

E: You make me laugh. Do you really think I will Forgive any prisoner who asks for it? You’re delusional. 

A: !

E: As the Warden, my verdict is mine to make. Your opinion makes no difference. Withholding information will not help you either; I will learn the full extent of your sin, whether you want it or not. 

A: What’s with this sudden change in attitude?

E: As if you have any right to complain about that, Zero Two. 

*Machinery whirs*

A: Huh?!

E: The time has come. Any other comments, sinner?

A: Yeah. Whoever you are, you’re ugly, too. 

E: I will take your words into consideration. 

A: …

E: I have considered them and determined I don’t give a shit. 

A: Gah!-

E: Prisoner 02, Arturo Giles, sing your sins!

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Trial 1 Cover: Paradise by QueenPB

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Music Video: Wilting

(By the way, I hope I'm not horrendously misusing all these medical terms. I literally got them out of glossaries for plastic surgery lol)

[The song starts slow, with sparse instrumentals, then gets more energetic. The instrumental throughout is a pretty standard synth pop song, it sounds sorta wistful]

A solemn duty to fulfill my dream. A life of beauty hanging just out of reach. (I)  Attempts are filed yet I can’t succeed. (II) And all the while my patience wilts (III) It’s wilting (IV)

(I) The video opens on a shot of a bouquet of flowers on a yellow background with a pattern of orange circles. The bouquet has red roses, purple orchids, and pink tulips. 

The camera slowly pans out, revealing the image is being displayed on a TV screen. It switches to another bouquet, this one on a dark blue and green striped background, with purple zinnias, gloxinias and pink camellias. Behind the TV, thorn bushes fill the background.

For reference, this is sorta what I'm talking about, except imagine it brown instead of green.

(II) The shot turns around to show Arturo, sitting cross-legged on a couch and watching the TV with half-lidded eyes. He’s wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt, which has black stripes around the chest area. He’s also wearing the canon surgical gloves, grey pants and a black face mask covering his mouth. He’s slightly hunched over, and on his left hand, he’s holding an orange amaryllis flower. The background is again filled by thorn bushes.

(III) The shot changes to look at Arturo from the side, but he’s out of focus at first. Instead, the camera is focused on a flower pot on the couch beside him. It has these flowers:

(Flower names in alt text)

The sunflower is facing Arturo. After a moment, the camera focuses on Arturo as he leans down and puts his right hand on his face, appearing exhausted. 

(IV) We zoom in on the orange amaryllis Arturo is holding, and after the line is said, a single petal falls off. 

[Instrumental. Somewhat slow, synth sound. Very artificial]

The petal flutters down, as the background brightens and turns into the hospital corridor from the thumbnail, except upside down. The camera flips, so now the corridor is upright and it looks like the petal is going up, until it leaves the view of the camera. That’s when we see the thumbnail image. 

Through the day and night, through life’s ugly swamp, (I) the beauty I deserve, (II) no one can satisfy… (III)

(I) We get a side view of Arturo as he walks forward. The corridor is still filled with weeds and vines, which grow thicker as he walks. We see him move past a grey set of double doors, then a sign showing fire escape routes, until he finally arrives at another set of double doors. He turns to it. 

(II) We get a close up of Arturo grabbing the doorknob. 

(III) The door is now open, we get a side shot of Arturo standing in the doorway, staring down at a hospital bed with a big pile of grass and algae resting on it. The room is very dark aside from the light from the corridor, shining on Arturo’s back. There are multiple weeds and vines hanging around the walls, which partly cover a mirror on the wall.

Hideous, face the facts, I won’t change my mind, (I) No matter what I try,  It’s ugly all throughout… (II)

(I) A few close-ups of Arturo cutting up the grass with a scalpel, and removing the algae from the bed. 

(II) Taking a step back, we see the pile of grass has turned into a vaguely human shaped bush, with a dandelion flower crown. 

[Pre-chorus, the music speeds up a bit]

Abid to my discretion (I) And appeal to my “obssession” (II) Will not settle for corrections  When I only seek perfection, no! (III)

(I) We cut to Arturo frowning while still looking down at the bed.

(II) He throws his arm out, basically slapping the air, and the greenery goes flying off the bed. 

(III) A side profile of Arturo’s angry face, and the shot focuses on the mirror to his side, still covered in vines. The reflection is upside down, and shows the same thorn bushes background at the start, as well as Arturo staring at the Arturo in the hospital room, wearing the same clothes he was wearing in the beginning, and still holding the orange amaryllis. The camera flips upside down as “no!” is sung. 

A solemn duty to fulfill my dream. (I) A life of beauty hanging just out of reach. (II) Attempts are filed yet I can’t succeed.  And all the while my patience wilts (III) It’s wilting (IV)

(I) Back at the room with the thorn bushes, Arturo is still staring at "us". The screen “blinks”.

(II) We see this, except it's behind a bunch of thorn bushes.

(Flower names in alt text)

(III) Arturo grabs one of the thorny branches and moves it a bit to see the flowers better. We see his face, and he’s frowning.

(IV) He startles and looks down.

For obsolescence, bring forth novel things. (I) Break down the essence like a chemical peel. (II) Macular stains which ought to be fixed. (III) Replace epidermis ‘til the hideousness wilts (IV) It’s wilting (V)

(I) We zoom in on the flower pot from the beginning, the one with the sunflower. It’s now on the floor, the forget-me-nots wrapped around Arturo's ankle. The sunflower is facing up at Arturo. He’s wearing simple black dress shoes. 

(II) Back at Arturo’s face. He’s looking down with narrowed eyes. 

(III) Arturo kicks the pot, a few of the petals of the flowers scatter around. The sunflower still faces Arturo.

(IV) A forget-me-not petal flutters down, falling into a puddle of water. The reflection shows the hospital corridor. The petal lingers on the surface.

(V) The screen glitches for a moment. Right after the words, the camera flips and brightens, and now we’re staring at the floor of the hospital corridor. The petal is still resting on top of a puddle of water, but now the reflection shows the room with the thorn bushes. 

[A bit of instrumental]

The shot lingers on the petal on the water, before Arturo’s foot steps on it as he walks. 

An ugly truth indeed, the life I’m forced to live. (I) A simple wish to flee,  now is it wrong to dream? (II)

(I) Now in his canon clothes again, Arturo walks through the hospital. We see his feet as he trudges through a large amount of weeds. He stops.

(II) A close up of the fire escape sign from before. There is a bouquet of red roses under the section marked ‘EXIT’.

Boiling varicose,  a neoplasmic growth. (I) Yearning in my soul, will I ever know control? (II)

(I) We see the back of Arturo’s head, and his gloved hand touches the bouquet on the sign. 

(II) We get a side shot of him, still with his hand on the sign. The background is pure white. Arturo pulls his hand away, turns to the white background, and startles. 

[Pre-chorus]

A full manifestation of intradermal intentions (I) Will not settle for corrections When I only seek perfection, no! (II)

(I) We see the end of the hallway, an open double door with ‘EXIT’ written on top of it. On top of a blinding white background, we see a table, on top of which rests a bouquet of pink camellias and red roses. 

(II) Back to Arturo’s feet (I hate myself for writing that sentence), he’s still for a moment, before he starts slowly making steps forward. The steps soon turn into a full sprint. Right on the last word, Arturo steps on a puddle of water, the reflection of which shows thorn bushes, and the camera flips with a flash. 

A solemn duty to fulfill my dream. (I) A life of beauty hanging just out of reach. (II) Attempts are filed yet I can’t succeed. (III) And all the while my patience wilts (IV) It’s wilting (V)

(I) Back at the thorn bushes room, you know which clothes Arturo is wearing. He’s on his knees, leaning down to look at a puddle of water, the reflection of which shows the hospital. The orange amaryllis is off to the side, and he’s crushing it with his palm. His eyes are wide and they almost seem to sparkle, fascinated by what he sees. 

(II) He leans down further, putting his face closer to the water.

(III) He startles, sits with his legs away from the puddle, and looks behind him. The flower pot with the sunflower is there again, though a few of the flowers’ petals are noticeably gone. Once again the forget-me-nots are holding onto Arturo’s ankle. The sunflower still faces Arturo. 

(IV) Back to Arturo’s face, and he frowns. 

(V) With his free leg, he kicks the pot again. Petals go flying again. Even as it flies back, the sunflower still faces Arturo. 

For obsolescence, bring forth novel things. (I) Break down the essence like a chemical peel. (II) Macular stains which ought to be fixed. (III) Replace epidermis ‘til the hideousness wilts (IV) It’s wilting (V)

(I) Arturo stands up and grabs onto the thorn bushes. 

(II) He begins to push past them, moving the branches out of the way and crouching down to pass. 

(III) Back at the floor, the fallen over sunflower is still staring up at Arturo.The other flowers are out of frame, but the forget-me-nots are still tied around Arturo’s ankle. Arturo lifts his foot to walk away, ripping it free from the forget-me-nots with ease. 

(IV) We focus on Arturo’s chest as he gets out of the thorn bushes on the other side.

(V) We see the bird of paradise (flower) from before. Arturo is staring at it, with gleeful eyes.

[Y’all motherfuckers want a key change?! (/reference)]

May my future justify the past (I) Lest the stretch marks spread way too far! (II) Where once was darkness, now hope for the bright (III) Since old spotlights always wilt too fast (IV) They’ve wilted (V)

(I) Screen glitches, and now we’re in the hospital EXIT from before. Arturo grabs for the flower bouquet, but it turns to smoke when his hand reaches it. We see Arturo look surprised at this development.

(II) Screen glitches again, and we’re back at the thorn bushes outfit., although the thorn bushes are still behind Arturo. He still has his hand out as if trying to grab the bouquet which has disappeared. He looks up.

(III) We see Arturo reach out as the bird of paradise and milkweeds begin moving away from him. 

(IV) The camera positioned in between the thorn bushes, we see the back of Arturo’s head. He turns around, and his expression turns from surprised to horrified. 

(V) We see the sunflower set of flowers again, but they’re all completely withered and shriveled up. 

[End]

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MonoTV: Fun fact! Red carnations are an official symbol of Doctor’s Day!

Es: Oh? That’s kinda cool. 

M: So why the hell isn’t this guy represented by red carnations?! I say you should vote him Unforgiven just because of idiotic symbolism!

E: I mean, do you really think a flower representing love and devotion really fits that guy? 

M: … Shut up! You’re not allowed to make sense!

E: ???

M: Anyways, forget all that! It’s… 

VOTING TIME!!!

[siriuslystarbucks]

I understand the stupidity of this take and i'm sorry but. 😅 With all due respect in Hogwarts Sirius would think abt James' crush on Lily "He's everything. She's just Ken" xD Like - Lily saw James as an arrogant asshole for a good while but for Sirius from the first sight James was the best and the brightest (and vice versa btw). Yeah James was too charismatic to ignore but only Sirius truly madly deeply liked all the parts of him, even stupid and ugly - just as James accepted him fully.

James: Lily's perfect and beautiful and the best thing in the world and-

Sirius: She's just some random girl :/

Every time Sirius has to listen to James talk about how great she is that's what he's thinking. Everything good in the world is James, and Lily is uh also on the planet. When Lily so much as hints that James is unlikable, Sirius plots how to get her as far from him as possible-- James doesn't deserve to deal with that! Let him live however he wants!! Besides it's not like Lily's one to talk, she's managed to alienate all but like, 3 people in the entire school, meanwhile most of Hogwarts like James. Checkmate, Sirius thinks.

AKA Sirius is allowed to think James has flaws, but no one else is allowed to or so help him, he will hex them so hard they'll forget what it ever felt like to be normal.

James: You didn't like Lily because you were jealous, yeah?

Sirius: *thinks about all the lists he made about Lily's flaws or ways she was mediocre. It's not like James is wrong but...*

Sirius: Uh yeah, that's all it was.

[fictionkinfessions]

Man, I feel like my purpose was to feel pain and misery in every universe I'm in.. but like, in the most extreme of extremes way.

Like, the first universe I was in was AWFUL, there were CONSTANT WARS, everything kept getting destroyed some way or another, WE CAN ABSOLUTELY NOT FORGET MY EX HUSBAND NOR MY AMBIGUOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH MY POLITICAL RIVAL THAT LATER DIED BUT REVIVED, and when I FINALLY was happy with my fiances and made a nation for them as a gift.. one of them freaking forgot about me and the other one just followed them and left me😞💔 and when I got a friend, THEY GOT PUSHED INTO LAVA.. but they revived!!.. and pushed me off a 10 floor building or whatever. Then the whole world got nuked and I think basically everyone I knew just.. died or something I don't know.

...

But turns out, I got isekai'd into ANOTHER UNIVERSE when that happened!!1!11!.. but I had no memories whatsoever, so that's good considering how awful it all was!! So, in this universe, EVERYBODY is spanish except me because I'm mexican, and I meet a guy that's actually pretty nice!! We adopted two ducks together btw.

And then everything went down again when it was election time, and I caused a revolution with my cousins, then remembered everything that happened before, and I felt horrible and I pretty much was in misery for as long as the revolution lasted.. then a semigod that shipped us together and locked us into a room with a bed and chains literally had to come in and erase our memories of eachother in order to prevent a full on war or something that could cause the end of the world (again). And then we were friends with eachother again!! Although this time the roles were reversed because now I was the quiet one and he was the outgoing one. Then we had to go to ANOTHER universe because that one was exploding and getting destroyed by aliens if I'm not wrong, so uhh.. kinda wonder if this life is my compensation for the extreme trauma that I have 😟 not the best but like ok, at least I have a bunny and a dog so..

I miss my child that I adopted and my alien little sibling that looked like a very ugly brocoli or a tree but could also shapeshift for some reason 😞 tubbo you were such a nice kid ily, take care and all that, pls. Titi.. I actually believe you reincarnated into an actual tree, so I hope being under the sun is nice!! 🥰💕/hj, you were so fun to be around, also thanks for the weird fruit you kept giving me whenever I was hungry lolz. Also, Karl, Sapnap?? Take care too, but that whole thing stung!! And Luzu.. never touch a political occupation ever again, ily 💥

(Also, uhh, on a side note, I'm a quackity fictive, and the sources stated above are: DSMP, Karmaland 5, saying this for whoever wants to know!!) — #🐤🪷‼️

x

[thetobiroppofan]

one piece rant #1: the gay evil pronoun

im nervous to start this off cause what if some random incel comes in saying "erm snort actually this is wrong" like go kiss my ass basement dweller I am a 15 year old trans boy do not fw me yu dcikhead :(

anyways I wanna talk abt doflamingo today

Doflamingo's honestly a great villain, in my opinion. This is WAYY different than like.. a great person. He serves as a good driving force for the plot and I think he like is honestly kinda well-written. I mean, the guy's morals and stuff are downright despicable as expected of a villain. I don't know how to add gifs I forogt

ok so I figured it out woohoo anyways

Starting off, his backstory is honestly fuckin' sad as hell understandably, I mean obviously he's still a dickhead I mean like one of the first panels of him going down there was "where are the slaves lets buy some"

little ugly fuck........... anyways

Quick explanation for anyone reading who a. doesn't know his backstory or b. just wants to read; Doflamingo's family was originally celestial dragons (a whole society 'above' the rest of civilization, generally they're hated by the public but their word goes above anyone elses, even the Marines at times, so people have to keep their shit together) but his father decided to move down to the real world as regular nobles.

yeah so that was a bad idea.

his family was borderline fuckin JUMPED over their former status as world nobles, and were forced into poverty, his mom died, and yada yada he shot and killed his own dad and joined the pirate life. I'm just rereading one piece again after a 2 month break, on alabasta, so details might be off do NOT take my word for granted chat

but like you get the gist, former noble goes down to civilization, is tortured, gets inducted into the pirate life, etc

the reason he was inducted was through trebol, since he saw young doffy and went "yeah that kids got potential" and not in the drake way

Trebol's the guy on the left, the uglier one

yeah so basically over the course of dressrosa (The arc where doflamingos the main villain), we learn more tidbits about his actions like how he took the head of his father back up to the home of the world nobles and asked to rejoin the celestial dragons (he was obviously rejected) and ykw I forgot to mention: doflamingo has a BROTHER. his name is Rosinante, and he's a great guy but he ends up working for doflamingo (spoiler alert: he's not actually there to be a good brother he is a spy) but over the course of the backstory, Doflamingo's newest member, a young Trafalgar d. water law

yeah he's lowk ugly as a kid but it doesn't change much when he grows up

side note: I love how ugly some op kids are like its just funny anyways this isn't abt law that's a whole other rant

anyways so law joins the donquixote pirates (Doflamingo named it after his last name, donquixote) and I'll talk more abt law's stuff later in another rant along with Rosinante (doflamingos brother) however all you need to know ATM in this rant is 1. Rosinante and Law leave to find a cure for laws disease+rosi discovered law has 'The Will of D.' (I'll need to explain that later wont I) 2. Rosinante already ate a devil fruit and if u weren't aware already u cant eat two dfs or else you DIE

happy father son bonding moment

oh btw

During their time out, Rosinante and Law get a call from doflamingo telling them to come back so Rosinante can eat this devil fruit doffy planned to steal called the ope-ope no mi (remember what I told u sister.) so he can cure law

yeah so

since rosinantes a marine he stops that, and hides law in a chest after forcefeeding him the devil fruit and skipskip andddd oh no

OH FUCK!!!!!!!!! ROSINANTE DIED.

oh btw you see the unshaded bright white chest RIGHT behind him

you'll never guess who's hiding there.

tragedy strikes.

but this ain't abt two tragic found family LOSERS (i don't mean this I love them both guys please I have a law Funko and plush I'm a mother) this is abt evil incarnate right here in a bright pink feathery coat and fuckass glasses

anywyas law goes on the run finds his crew this ain't abt him we're focusing back on doffy

so like skipping allat stuff we are now in the time when doflamingo says "fuck it" and decides oh yeah lets take over

an entire kingdom

thats what normal pirates do anyways.

So using his devil fruit the Ito Ito No Mi (which allows him to manipulate strings, allowing him to be like spiderman and also be a puppeteer which btw that reflects his char so much like gyattdamn!) he demands a beri sum of like 10 billion for this king to have his nation left alone before he like takes over him, puppeteering him to slaughter his own people before coming to the rescue yadadyadyaydyaydyaydaydysyay8dy8

so yeah

he takes over dressrosa, actingg as a 'hero' and he and his crew rule over the kingdom now

I don't think I've talked abt sugar yet but she can turn people into toys and form contracts, and that's what she basicallyy did with people who either a. doflamingo didn't like or b. spoke out against the pink feathered fuck

thats part 1 for now mainly just a backstory dump

i am insane

thanks for reading chat this has been a Quinn tm rant

[sideprince]

Hey! Dunno if you do the asks game but I'd like to know your opinions on Severus based on 1, 2, 8, 12, 15 (if it's too much you can skip it or only do the questions that you find interesting

(btw, your blog is gold, I passed way too much time scrolling on your blog to find EVERY meta I could get my hands on)

Most of my meta posts are just me lurking on @raptured-night 's old meta posts and reblogging them, but I'm glad you had fun! You should check out their blog I think you'd love it...

1. Canon I outright reject

This is only technically HP canon because it's from Cursed Child and not the books: I refuse to believe Voldemort and Bellatrix slept together. I don't think it's in Voldemort's character to sleep with anyone, period. His core characteristic is his aversion to vulnerability; he operates in secrecy and alone and has no friends, nor as he ever had one. There isn't a single one of his Death Eaters he truly trusts. He has no understanding of love (which isn't necessary for sex) or of the value of or need to connect with another person. This is not a person who would expose any part of himself to another person, let alone a vulnerable and private one, and want to engage in something that, even if loveless, is ultimately still an intimate and vulnerable interaction. And you can't even say that it's because he wanted to secure Bellatrix's loyalty because he already had it. She was an absolute fanatic and fully devoted to him and would have continued to be so whether or not he slept with her, let alone had a child with her. And I don't buy the idea that he wanted a child either, because I don't think that would have made a difference to him in terms of trusting someone with his legacy. Not to mention that the guy whose main goal was immortality and who believed he had achieved it through his Horcruxes would not have made a backup plan in case he does die, let alone trust his child with anything purely because she's his offspring. He killed his own father, framed his uncle for it, and looked down on his mother – the idea of family being any kind reliable or worthwhile connection is not part of his world view. The whole thing makes no sense to me in the context of who Voldemort was set up to be as a character in the books but I'm also not a big fan of Cursed Child and don't personally consider it canon, so.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Snape comes from poverty in a slum of a Northern town in a very classist Britain and that informs a lot of who he is as a character. He may have the speech style and stiff demeanor to pass, but it's a form of masking and people like the Malfoys wouldn't have anything to do with him if it wasn't in their personal interest. He's not the refined, romanticized nobleman (or harlequin romance hero) some fans seem to want him to be and I don't like that interpretation because there's nothing wrong with his background or his lack of "breeding." I love that he's a genius kid who grows into a brilliant man and can hold his own against the best and worst of his society, exactly because of where he comes from. I sort of wish for him that he lived in a culture where he didn't have to suppress so much of himself.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I think he both is and isn't ugly. What I mean is, he's not attractive by widely accepted beauty standards (with the caveat that he's described through Harry's perspective, which is biased). That being said, I don't believe in the idea of being ugly, at least not aesthetically. I don't really understand how you can separate someone's personality from their face. I've met people who I thought were ugly because they were unlikeable people (to me) but I've never met anyone who I thought was objectively unattractive. Facial expressions, personality, interests, judgments, etc., these are the things that show up on someone's face and make them attractive or unattractive. I may not be personally attracted to someone but that doesn't make them objectively unattractive. I've known people who have symmetrical faces with aesthetically pleasing features whose smiles were insincere or their eyes dead or they always looked annoyed or bored and nothing about them moved me. And then, where's that post about Miriam Margoyles talking about how she thinks of herself as beautiful? That. That's what I mean.

So I think that Snape is attractive on the page to people who find him intriguing, who see past the way his physical features are described because his personality and who he is are compelling. And at the same time, he has features a lot of people do find attractive: a prominent nose, the whole Trent Reznor long black hair/black goth clothes vibe etc. One person's "meh" is another person's "oooooh." And he's also described as greasy and pallid is a closed off, surly, antisocial guy. So it's a mixed bag in any case. But the same way I don't like the idea of him being represented as some kind of harlequin romance hero or refined nobleman, I reject the idea that to represent him in fan art as attractive he has to be chiseled with sharp cheeks and clean edges. He's messy. And he has a hooked nose. If I never see fan art of him with a straight, sharp nose I'll be happy (and people can draw what they want, I don't go around commenting on people's artwork or anything, I'm just answering an ask here).

12. Crack headcanon

Lily found out that it was Snape who told Dumbledore to hide her and her family and that he'd turned spy but didn't get a chance to thank him or rekindle their friendship before Voldemort killed her. Snape died thinking she never knew and still hated him. On a related note, I hate myself, apparently.

(Also I think it was Snape who made the potion Voldemort put in the basin in the cave to protect the locket Horcrux.)

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Not look for a way out of being a Death Eater after the first time he participated in something that involved violence. And even then I have empathy for him because it would be traumatizing enough, let alone for someone young and raised in their own trauma. I do think, though, that trying to save Lily wasn't his sole motivation for defecting, it was his breaking point. Snape, like many others, was drawn to Voldemort for the reasons described in canon: his rhetoric about power and freedom. He didn't realize the violence and cruelty it would involve until it was too late to get out safely and there was a cowardice in his staying. Nevertheless, I can empathize with that kind of fear. That's not the same as condoning or supporting it, mind you, but in terms of the worst thing he's ever done I think it's everything he continued to be complicit or participatory in after the point where he realized what being a DE really meant.

[rospach]

I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but Julian’s downright ending is so much more interesting?

(Spoilers for anyone who still didn’t get it)

Finally unlocked it. Before I mostly got the upright endings for the routes that I completed but now that I got my first downright ending (which happened to be Julian) God dam it felt like a breath of fresh air

The world was giving Alice in Wonderland/ The Labyrinth type of vibe (especially the Left and Right headed Leech giving us riddles)

Having everything actually go wrong was in a way, more exiting of an ending because I didn’t really know what to expect. And when we finally meet Julian in his otherworldly scary bar (which was so cool btw), his dramatic antics didn’t feel quite as silly and were actually reasonable and sad. You really feel for the guy

Personally, the ending still felt hopeful because I picked to go and find our friends instead of staying at the Hanged Raven… But honestly even if we stayed, could always just clean it up and turn it into a Spirited Away type of Otherworldly Tourist Destination for lost souls or whatever happened (maybe I need to read it again because I’m not fully sure what happened to the world) Make it a bar/motel dude, I’m sure the Devil won’t ask you to pay taxes. Everyone keeps going on about how sad it is but we get a free bar with free booze and a demon husband. As well as a chill new world with chaotic magic.

It didn’t feel like the END end of the world to me. Yeah sailing into the sunset as a pirate is cool but this esoteric ending actually had me hooked. (And let’s be honest, he was def not as ugly as he made himself out to be) In fact it didn’t feel like the story ended just yet but regardless

Now I wanna unlock all the other downright ones because they have way better outfits and sound wayyy more interesting

[vinxwatches]

the bad batch season 2

really liked season one, trough probably too much because i headcanon Omega as trans.

Omega is badass now? cool.

Cid is damn manipulative... by having a valid point.

the call for adventure of the season: help people. they are good people, helping when the opportunity arises, seems like they'll be making the step to looking for places to help.

i just realized something i really like in this over clone wars: people can't die. don't get me wrong, it was neat, but it also meant you wouldn't get to know the cast. in this the cast is an actual cast.

oh, that's one fucking cliffhanger, strong opening.

stop being stupid, you can't run on a broken leg... i mean you can, but you shouldn't.

they were hunted by Wilco... the name sound familiar, but my memory for names is ass. also he's dead now, so not that it really matters. i literally caught it on his death grunt.

i do like the message, but i wonder where they'll be going with it.

Crosshair episode? also cody again, probably about to die too.

there's always something neat about a sniper just sniping overly well.

maybe not, maybe cody is able to leave and live. more likely not. the only reasonable way to achieve that is by linking up with Rex or task force 99. and i don't recall him being with Rex in rebels.

well damn, he went awol. hope we'll see him again.

i love a good race, especially layed out well, and it was. good episode

ok i'll admit it my gay hart is losing it over phee, worried she'll turn out to be the villain, or at least not trustworthy.

pre jedi stuff. how will not force users make it trough here. also they're going big with the music.

i was sure it would be a kibar cristal (lightsabre core). oh, it's big.

so i really did recognise him... HOW?!

the message of the show seems to me "people need their people". now this isn't a bad message, but is easily malformed.

ah, so wookies are argonians.

"don't stand where i'm flamethrowing"

i really like where she moved. how she seems to have grown... it's probably going to get her killed isn't it? ep 7 btw.

i love the leitmotifs.

damnit two parter? i need to prepare, not need to watch part two... oh well.

Echo's role is always the most questionable to me, but here they really found a role for him.

fuck he's such a politician. (yes that is obviously an insult)

feels fitting for Echo, the old squad reuniting... yet also we know this isn't where he ends up. after all i watched rebels.

hello purple hair, should i know you already?

and it's given proper weight, nice.

tech is autistic isn't he? because my god can he be almost stereotypically oblivious. damn growth for tech. also yea you'll always lose against water.

oh, this really just is the neurodivergent episode... and i think it's handled pretty well. episode 9. Techs and Omega's conversation around 22 minutes is very good.

nope purple hair is not someone we know, and definitely doesn't have cool feather hair.

ugly and disabled means evil... not a fan.

the workers suffer while and to increase the profit of the company? what a new story, good thing such things never happen in the real world /s. if only the solutions were ever more realistic. revealing the truth never changed anything. but obviously disney doesn't want to tell that.

a broken space dropping out of hyperdrive?

oh shit, they're continuing with what i thought was a dropped plotpoint. but why though? what do they plan to do with this plot now?

Rex? doesn't look like him, but certain talks like him. and i don't just mean same voice. i mean how and what he says. ep 12

oh, is this the deserting episode? they have been building it up.

in case it wasn't obvious enough the empire was evil and a bunch of dicks.

welcome to cold, the cruellest, slowest killer. the cruellest part may be the hope. there's nothing you'll survive better then cold, because while it kills you it also preserves you. you can hope to make it, until the moment you die. and the people who find your body will feel that same hope until your corpse is warmed up. it's a blessing too, for you'll survive it more often then drowning, but the hope is cruel.

damn that ending though.

are they planning to split to group up further? i mean probably the right decision, but not healthy for the series i think. they are making this play too idyllic, like 80% sure it'll either be destroyed or secretly evil. the only reason i'd say maybe not is because they seemed to have put too much afford into the assets to throw it all away. of all the enemies to throw at the it, this is one of the most mundane and with that cool. especially in it's accuracy.

also did they hint at this ship before? i didn't notice it but i'm notoriously bind to this type of ship. or did they introduce it in this episode.

that ship sure looks like the ghost.

"i suggest i you proceed before i come to my senses"

two things i still really like: Wrecker is allowed to be afraid of heights and it's not a flaw. a hinderance and a weakness, sure. but everyone has those. it's not something that's wrong with him that must be changed. Omega is trusted with important tasks and is competent. she's not just a tag along kid, she's an actual member of the team with useful skills like any of them.

there's going to be more then one team working here, that'll be a problem. called it, and called it... fuck. this season won't end in a successful rescue. they better be getting a season 3.

on no. i see the solution, Tech does too. please don't. yet you must. fuck. come on, it's too early in the episode for a mayor character death. right? unless the rest of the episode it to come to terms with the loss. i'm wrong... right? i mean... the start of the episode did set it up, but, like.. no?

this feels like an episode where they all die... but that can't be. they have an unresolved plot. whatsit fuck face needs omege, she needs to be captured and then rescued. that's how those plots go. everyone can't die, not yet at least, the plot demands it... right?

ok... they "salvaged" him. that has to mean he's alive... right? fuck i already know a friend of mine would call out my hopium.

another female clone? the fuck? also how can you be here? do what you do? that just doesn't make sense? trying to improve the system from the inside? that won't work with the empire, and if you were a mole you'd be a shit one. they're really hoping they'll get another season.

[nobodysdaydreams]

for the ao3 wrapped!! 1 & 29

Thank you for the asks, I’m so sorry this took so long!

1- How many words have you written this year?

I can’t answer that because people could use that information to guess my whodunit fic by subtracting the word count listed here from my visible AO3 word count and seeing which whodunit fic makes up the difference. But my SOS fic alone is over 300k so that should give a pretty good estimate.

29- Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I can’t choose. I’ve written 300k+ words. I have SO MANY. Some haven’t even been published and my favorite passages changes all the time, but I’d have to say that right now, I love the whole exchange between Nathaniel and his sister (Nerissa) that I wrote in that latest SOS chapter. After the show left us with “btw they have a sister” and no other info, it felt so nice to have something, anything, a name, some backstory, etc. to go with the concept. For those who don’t read SOS or don’t mind spoilers, here it is:

He’d heard the voice behind him in his office. An unfamiliar voice. A woman’s voice.

“Hello Nathaniel.” 

He turned and saw that no one was there, when he heard the voice speak again.

“It’s so wonderful to see you again after all these years. You’ve certainly been busy.” 

And then the world around Nathaniel began to change, and he found himself staring at a woman he’d never seen before.

And yet… there was something familiar about her. Incredibly familiar. Like something out of a dream.

Or a nightmare.

“Ah,” said the woman, smiling, as she saw the hint of recognition in her brother’s eyes.

“I see you remember me. Hello little Natty.”

Nathaniel frowned.

“Natty?” he repeated, too disgusted by the ugly and childish nickname this stranger had chosen to address him by to question anything else.

“Hm,” the woman smiled sweetly. “I see someone’s still not a fan of his nickname. Though I do hope you will allow me the indulgence. As your favorite sister.”

“…my favorite…what…” Nathaniel began, before pausing as he became aware of and processed whatever it was that had just happened to him and slowly took in his environment and the woman who stood before him.

Nathaniel wasn’t entirely sure where he was. He wasn’t in his office at the compound anymore, nor was he at the Institute. He was somewhere else now, though he wasn’t sure how he could have possibly gotten there without moving. Though wherever he was certainly seemed to resemble both his office in his compound and the one he’d had at the Institute. The walls were painted blue, and the furniture was expensive and high quality. There were couches, tables, a desk, and a bookshelf, which contained what appeared to be mostly fake books with spines that had been colored to match the room’s furnishings.

There was also a coffee table that was barren expect for a small vase of fake violets that had been placed in the middle. There were also a few paintings on the wall, mostly of nature scenes and bluebirds. In some moments, Nathaniel could have sworn they looked like something SQ had drawn. In other moments, they looked more like copies of his style of artwork.

The ceiling of the room was interesting too, perhaps the most beautiful and fascinating part of the room. It wasn’t the sort of thing you noticed unless you looked up, but Nathaniel was sitting on one of the room’s couches, and when looking up at the woman who’d addressed him, he’d gotten a glimpse of the ceiling.

And what a ceiling it was, painted with the night sky, all the stars and constellations dancing in patterns above him. The celestial orb in all its glory. For a moment, Nathaniel swore he saw the stars painted on the ceiling move, as if they were the real stars of the night sky. They did look incredibly lifelike and beautiful, as if one really was staring at a clear night sky, full of millions and billions of stars.

The room as a whole was nice, clean, bright, and well furnished.

And yet, something about the room was wrong. Of this, Nathaniel was completely certain. There was something uncanny valley about it, but he couldn’t for the life of him explain what it was. It was the sort of room that you just couldn’t quite relax in, though Nathaniel couldn’t think of a reason why.

As for the woman who stood before him, Nathaniel wasn’t quite sure what to make of her either. There was something about her presence that felt threatening and also seemed to upset him, which Nathaniel supposed was no surprise considering she’d apparently broken into his house and dragged him…or transported him…or…put him wherever he was now.

And yet, there was also something else about her that seemed strangely warm and familiar. Like seeing the face of someone and swearing that you’ve seen them before or seeing someone that you know you know from somewhere, and you just can’t think of where you met them or who they are, but you know you know them.

She looked around Nathaniel’s age, perhaps a bit older (though Nathaniel supposed it would be hard to tell her age by using himself as a comparison, given all the work he’d done to stay in shape). Her choice of clothing and style was also interesting. She seemed to have the same absent-minded professor look that Nicholas was always so fond of, though more feminine and neater, yet her style still felt whimsical, which somehow seemed to suit her.

Then Nathaniel fully processed what it was this strange woman had said to him.

“My…my sister?” he repeated.

The woman smiled and nodded.

“Yes. Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me already Natty; it’s only been a few decades. I would hope that you’d be able to remember me at least a little despite our separation. You certainly didn’t forget about Nicky,” she noted, a playful smile dancing across her face.

Nathaniel sat up, feeling suddenly and surprisingly protective.

No one else had ever called his brother Nicky. No one. And yet this woman did so with such ease and familiarity.

“My brother Nicholas had nothing to do with the Emergency, or anything else I’ve done,” Nathaniel asserted.

“If you try to harm him-”

“Oh please,” the woman interrupted.

“Natty, I’ve been watching you two play your little cat-and-mouse game for quite a while. Trust me, I am well aware he had nothing to do with your world domination scheme. And besides, it’s Nicky. He cries when you accidently step on a spider, he’s not exactly the world dominating type.”

“Stop calling me Natty,” protested Nathaniel, but this only made the woman look more amused.

“Even after all these years, you still have the same adorable little pouty look on your face. And really, I think it’s an adorable nickname, or at least a better nickname than “Ledroptha Curtain,” she countered dramatically, making sure to pronounce Nathaniel’s old name in the most theatrical way possible.

“You always did love drama and symbolism, so I suppose it does fit, perhaps as a pseudonym or an alias, but your legal name? Natty, I know method acting is a thing, but that really does take it a bit far.”

Nathaniel ignored her insults, forcing himself to focus on uncovering what this woman wanted and resolving not to let himself be baited into any pointless arguments.

“Why do you know about Nicholas? Who are you?” he demanded.

“I told you,” the woman replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m your sister. Nessie.”

“Nessie?” repeated Nathaniel, his brow furrowing in doubt at the name that sounded like it belonged more to a small child or a beloved pet than the woman who stood before him.  

And yet there was something about the name that felt familiar on his tongue.

“Well, Nerissa Eurus Benedict, if you’d prefer my full name,” Nerissa clarified.

“Most people call me Nessa. Nessie was the nickname that you and Nicky gave me. You used it when you felt particularly affectionate. Though that was more often Nicky than you,” she recalled.

Nathaniel wasn’t sure what to say. This woman was crazy, she had to be. He’d done his research; he’d done everything he could to look into his family’s past. There was no mention of him having any siblings besides Nicholas.

Meanwhile, the woman in front of him began gazing up at the ceiling.

“I like them,” she noted. “The stars. They fit.”

“…fit?” asked Nathaniel, still trying to figure out how to best engage with this stranger claiming to be his kin.

“What our mother used to call you and Nicky,” Nerissa explained. “Her little sweetheart and her little superstar. I think you can guess who was who.”

Nathaniel certainly could, though he was floored by the mention of the word “mother”.

He’d had dreams about her, and about their father too. Dreams of them dying, of his mother leaving him and his brother behind, but… he never thought he would ever hear anyone, even someone who was obviously mistaken, talking about her as if they had really known her.

“No…no I’m sorry,” said Nathaniel, attempting to regain control of this strange situation.

“I’m afraid that there’s been a misunderstanding. I don’t have a sister. I was never adopted, and my brother was the only family I ever had.”

“And I’m afraid you’re mistaken on both those accounts little one,” objected Nerissa.

“Although they are no longer with us, you had a mother and a father, who (interesting bit of family trivia), were both identical twins themselves, just like you and Nicky. It runs the family I suppose, seeing as I was the only one who ended up without a partner. But having two sisters might have been a bit much for you, you always were a little attention hog, even back then. And even if I was the only one without an identical twin, I always had Seymour.”

“Another sibling?” asked Nathaniel, beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed. 

Nerissa shook her head.

“Our cat,” she explained.

Nathaniel felt like he was spinning. A part of him, a part that had once longed for his family, for any family, and answers about his past wanted to cling to every scrap of information this woman was telling him, and yet, he knew it couldn’t be true. Clearly this was someone still upset about what he’d done, whether the Emergency or the Happiness Revolution he did not know, but Nathaniel did know that the information she was giving him could not be correct.

“That’s impossible,” he explained. “Years ago, I found the orphanage’s records for my family. There was no information about a sister, or any aunts, uncles, or other extended family.”

“Of course,” Nerissa replied. “I couldn’t very well keep our family’s information in the records for anyone to get their hands on. Surely of all people, I thought you would understand the importance of keeping secrets.”

“A convenient explanation,” Nathaniel observed. “And one that cannot be proven false, as there is no way to prove that you actually removed anything. Records can be falsified, so even if you have copies in your possession, you should understand my skepticism.”

Nerissa nodded.

“I do. You were always the skeptic. Very well. May I?” she asked, gesturing towards a pad of paper and a fountain pen that were sitting on top of the desk that she was sitting on.

Nathaniel nodded, though he didn’t quite understand why she was asking for his permission. Wherever they were, it certainly wasn’t his office, though it did bear a startlingly similar resemblance.

Nerissa began scribbling onto the paper, and then handed it back to Nathaniel, who glanced over the paper.

At first, it looked like a compilation of random information. Something about a car, lines of dialogue, a phone number, some addresses…and then Nathaniel realized what he was looking at.

It was an account of everything he’d done the day he’d gone to the records office, the day he’d snuck away from his friends to investigate his past. The address where he’d been living at the time. The make, model, and license plate number of the car he’d driven to get there. A script of the exact conversation he’d had with the receptionist, including the exact amount of money he’d offered to bribe her, and the phone number Nicholas had left behind for him. An account of the narcoleptic attack he’d had outside on the bench after he’d acquired the documents. And she seemed to have written a similar account for Nicky’s visit as well.

All of that had happened before the Institute. Before the Emergency. Before the Happiness Revolution.

This wasn’t about what Nathaniel had done to the world. Whoever this woman was, she’d been following him and his brother for a long, long time.

He looked up at her carefully, allowing himself to consider the possibility that what she was saying might be true.

Nathaniel had to admit…she did look like them. She was shorter and more feminine, obviously, but she had the same nose and similar facial features. Her hair was black and long. It was wavy, not quite curly like theirs, but the color matched. And there was something about the way her dark eyes sparkled, like she had an enticing secret that she couldn’t wait to share with the rest of the world. As if the whimsy and joy of Nicholas had somehow been blended with Nathaniel’s hunger and flair for the dramatic.

Nerissa smiled.

“I promised I’d come back for you little brother.”

Little? 

Nathaniel, who had always assumed himself to the be elder of the twins and thus the eldest in the family (despite what the obviously faulty orphanage records might have said) and had become accustomed to taking care of, protecting, and (for lack of a more polite term) infantilizing and patronizing others, suddenly felt like something had been taken away from him.

“You’re…you’re older than me?” he confirmed.

Nerissa nodded.

“That’s right little one.”

“By how much?” scoffed Nathaniel, who was beginning to grow tired of being referred to as “little” by a woman more than a few inches shorter than him.

Nerissa smiled playfully.

“Guess.”

Nathaniel sighed.

“Um…three years,” he speculated.

Nerissa shook her head.

“Seven.”

“Seven?”

There was no way that was accurate. The woman in front of the Nathaniel might be older than him, but by nearly a decade? Maybe it was her attitude or general demeanor, but she looked like she could pass for someone younger than Nicky! Well, barelypass, but that was still impressive.

Nerissa grinned.

“Well, seven and a half years older, if you want to be technical. Though I understand your surprise. I’ve tried my best to age gracefully. Glad to see my stress relief techniques have paid off.”

Nathaniel was surprised, but his surprise quickly gave way to realization.

“But…if that’s true then…you would have been ten when our parents died,” he calculated. “Ten or eleven.”

“That’s correct,” Nerissa confirmed.

“Then…” said Nathaniel slowly, “You’d remember our parents. Not just their faces, but details, their names, our address, our information…you’d remember us, you even found us years ago, so…why not contact us sooner?”

Nerissa seemed a bit bothered by her brother’s question but recovered quickly.

“It was for the best,” she replied simply. “But circumstances have changed, and now I can finally reunite our family again.”

She began to walk towards Nathaniel.

“It’s what I promised you all those years ago, the day that I dropped you and Nicky off at that orphanage. That I would come back. And now I have. I’m here Nathaniel.”

Her words were spoken gently, but to Nathaniel they were anything but gentle.

Suddenly, he remembered why Nerissa’s face looked so familiar to him. He’d seen it before, in his dreams. More specifically, his nightmares, the ones he’d had ever since the orphanage, of himself screaming and clawing up at his mother, begging her not to leave him and Nicky behind, begging her to stay as she forced him down, forced him to sleep and left him on the front stoop.

But…those were just nightmares. They weren’t memories. They couldn’t be real. Besides, the person in Nathaniel’s mind had always been a bigger person, someone much older than he was, surely it must have been their mother, an adult, it couldn’t have been another child.

Could it?

Well…Nathaniel supposed that to a three-year-old, everyone from a six-year-old to a teenager to an adult looked like giant. From that perspective, it was plausible that his mind’s memory had registered the person leaving him as an adult, and he’d drawn his own conclusions as to what that adult’s identity was.

“I had dreams,” he muttered to himself, feeling as if the floor had been ripped out from under him.

“I didn’t think they were real, but…it was real. It was you. You left us…”

“I had to. But it’s alright now,” comforted Nerissa, reaching up towards her brother.

“No.”

Nathaniel struggled to get the word out at first, but quickly found his strength.

“No,” he declared again, a stormy expression settling over his face.

Nerissa’s smile faded.

“You…you abandoned us. You left us in that horrible place?” Nathaniel asked, his voice filling with rage.

Nerissa took a small step backwards.

“Natty, er, Nathaniel, I…I was child-” she stuttered.

“But you must have known how bad it was, considering you decided not to stay there yourself,” snapped Nathaniel.

Nerissa backed away, and began breathing heavily, but Nathaniel continued, his anger growing with every passing word as he walked towards her.

“And you certainly weren’t a child when you hid our family’s records from us, or when you watched everything that happened between Nicholas and I play out for your own sick entertainment. Was this all a joke to you?”

“What? No! I-” gasped Nerissa, her eyes beginning to fill with tears, but Nathaniel ignored them.

“And if what you’re saying is true,” he continued, “then what about the rest of our family? The aunt and uncle you mentioned…where were they? Where are they? Or, let me guess, they probably abandoned us too.”

Nerissa put her hands over her ears and began shrinking into a corner of the room, but Nathaniel continued to advance towards her, driven by a frustration and pain he didn’t know he still had inside of him.

All these years he’d spent blaming Nicholas and even at times himself for what had happened during their childhood felt like such as waste. As did these past few weeks he’d spent accepting the fact that it was nobody’s fault what had happened. When in reality, it had been someone’s fault. The pain, the suffering, the hurt that had molded and twisted him, it could have been avoided this whole time! And…this woman, this sister, who had come out of nowhere and revealed everything she’d taken from him, just expected him to…welcome her with open arms? Pretend that everything was okay?

“You never even tried to reach out to us!” he yelled. “You apparently were fine spying on us and stalking us for decades, but you never made any effort to help either of us, when you knew what we were going through. Stop calling yourself my sister. You’re not my family. You’ll never be my family. And wherever or whatever this place is, I’m leaving.”

Nathaniel turned to storm off, abandoning Nerissa where she cowered in a huddled bunch in one of the room’s corners.

He had almost reached the door when he suddenly found himself unable to move his legs.

It was as if his entire body was being weighed down by something. As if someone had their arms around his legs and was pulling him back.

He struggled and tried to move forward, and finding himself unable to do so, painstakingly turned around.

“What sort of trick-” he demanded, turning to discover that Nerissa had gotten up from her huddled spot on the floor and was staring directly at him.

And she looked furious.

Nathaniel was not intimidated.

“If…whatever this is supposed to frighten me, you’re going to have to do more than that,” he scoffed.

Nerissa didn’t answer. She still seemed to be looking at him, but at the same time, looking through him.

“Well?” asked Nathaniel again in an impatient tone. “Are you going to continue to stare at me or are you actually going to be kind enough to answer-”

And then Nathaniel was silenced, silenced by what could only be described as the worst physical sensation he’d ever felt in his life.

It was as if his entire body was on fire, and yet being cut by a thousand knives at the same time, torn apart from the inside out.  

Nathaniel would have screamed, but he found himself unable to speak, feeling as if hands were tightening around his throat.

Nerissa never broke her gaze, but at the same time she still didn’t seem to quite be looking at him.

It was horribly terrifying, Nathaniel really felt as if he was in the middle of a nightmare now.

He gathered as much strength as he could through his pain and ran, or rather wobbled, towards one of the doors to the room, as fast as his legs could carry him.

He grabbed at the knob, only to feel his hand brush against something flat and solid.

He cried and pressed his hands frantically against the wall, but it made no difference.

The door was painted onto the wall. It wasn’t real.

Nathaniel made his way to the other side of the room, over to the other door, desperately praying that it offered salvation, only to let out a sob of despair.

It was fake too. Neither of the doors to the room were real.

So then...

…how would he get out? 

The window. He could jump out the window.

Nathaniel grabbed the side table and launched it at one of the room’s windows, only for the table to bounce off the wall.

The windows were fake too.

The room had no doors or windows. There was no exit.

She’d trapped him here.

Nathaniel felt his body temperature rise swiftly and suddenly, and he furiously yanked off his jacket and threw it across the room.

The invisible hands’ grip around his throat felt tighter and tighter, and Nathaniel fell to his knees, gasping for air.

This was it, he realized.

This was the end.

But, no, no, it couldn’t be! This couldn’t be the end, he had more to do, he…he’d just reconnected with Nicholas, he’d just started making things right, he had so many good years ahead to spend with his brother! And SQ...SQ more than anyone or anything else. He needed to talk to his son. He needed to apologize; he at least needed a chance to make things right with his son.

He couldn’t die. Not like this.

Nathaniel’s vision began to blur, but he still scanned the room, looking for any means of escape.

Instead, he saw something else.

A telephone on the desk.

He could still call his son. He could still say what he needed to say.

But he would have to hurry.

Nathaniel crawled towards the telephone and hastily dialed the number as fast as he could.

Nothing happened.

Nathaniel grabbed the phone in a panic only to discover upon closer inspection that the phone was made of plastic. It looked fancy, it looked real, but it was only a toy phone. Fake, just like the doors and windows.

The entire room was like a human sized doll house. An extremely realistic looking one, but fake, nonetheless.

Nathaniel furiously threw the phone towards Nerissa.

It bounced off her, and she acted as if she hadn’t been hit at all, the device breaking into little pieces as it crashed onto the floor, knocking into the glass coffee table, and instantly shattering it too, as if the table was made of the most delicate and breakable glass in the world.

Nathaniel caught a reflection of his face in one of the shards. It was beginning to turn purple. His vision started to go black. It seemed as if the room itself, its very walls, floor, and ceiling were closing in on him and collapsing around him all at once, as if the room was breaking apart along with him.

In one last act of desperation, Nathaniel began to throw any item he could find in the room at the fake windows and doors and at Nerissa, but his efforts made no difference. And he screamed, screamed internally for someone, anyone, to please hear him to save him, to give him another chance, anything, any hope of survival. He had to get out of here, he had to get to SQ, he needed to apologize, he…he needed to tell his son the truth. He needed to make things right. Please…it…it couldn’t be too late!

It couldn’t end this way.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.

Nathaniel Benedict was back in his office, as if he had never left.

The jacket he’d thrown was on the other side of the room, as if he had thrown it off right here where he was sitting.

He was still incredibly shaken but slowly felt the air going back into his lungs. He fell to his knees and gasped, allowing the oxygen to reenter his lungs.

Once Nathaniel had recovered, he straightened himself up and timidly sat back in his office chair, debating what to do next.

Had this all been some sort of hallucination? It felt so real, but…perhaps it was a trick. Perhaps this was someone’s twisted idea of revenge.

But even if it was, how could they have known that much about him?

Nathaniel sat in silence for a long while, too nervous to move.

Then he heard his sister’s voice once more.

“I’ll contact you again soon Natty. I am so looking forward to seeing you and Nicky again. I promise it will be a lovely family reunion.” 

Nathaniel gasped, trembling in his chair.

Then he swallowed his tears and shakily rose from his desk.

He knew what he had to do.

[skelebonecentral]

sun lovin'

this is the web show sun not game sun btw

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Sun swallowed thickly as he opened the door, “W-well, here’s the bedroom…don’t mind the posters and things, they’re glued on from before we bought it.”

He was embarrassed about it, but glad he had his own bedroom. Moon was working overnight with Solar on some portal things, so he’d taken the chance to have the house to himself and brought his…his partner. God he was so glad he’d finally found someone. She was so nice, didn’t interrupt him, didn’t talk down to him…who knew a human could be exactly what he needed?

The light was dim since the only thing he turned on was his salt lamp, a gift from them for valentines day, actually, so it was a warm pink glow all over the room.

She sat on the bed and smiled, looking around, “Well, you know I’m a bit of an 80’s nerd, so I’m cool with it if you don’t mind. You could always cover it up with your own stuff if you don’t like it.”

“right. Heh,” Sun sat next to her and his rays slipped in a bit, shy, “if I can find anything…anything that’s mine.”

Turning to him, she used one hand on his cheek to make him look at her, “I’m yours.”

His rays popped back out to spin slowly as his cheeks felt warm, “Can…can you say that again?”

“I’m yours,” she was looking up at him so tenderly, warm hand on his cheek, stroking over it with her thumb, “If nothing else in this world belongs to you, I do, Sun.”

“M-mine?” his internal fans kicked into gear, own hand starting to gently stroke through her hair while the other trembled near her shoulder, unsure of touching there. “You sure? Moon’s the smart one, y’know.”

“I’m not in love with your brother, Sun,” she leaned up, touching her forehead to his as both their eyes closed. “I love you, I want you, and you’re exactly what I think of when I think of who I want to be with.”

His body felt hot and he couldn’t help wrapping his arms around her waist as she leaned into him on her knees. Being so much taller than her was good for his ego, and it also stirred some protective feelings in his chest. “Even with everything you know? What I did to Blood Moon…?”

“All of you, Sun. I want all of you, good bad and ugly. Even if I don’t find anything about you less than good. You’re so dedicated, and patient with your loved ones…good with the kids…funny…” with every compliment, she pressed sweet kisses to his mouth, each lasting longer till they both were locked together.

Sun groaned a little as the warmth in his body shot straight between his legs, making him feel ashamed of going that route but…he was in his own space, safe at home, with his partner…why was anything wrong with that?

Cause who would want to make love to HIM? That’s why.

Pulling back, she cooed softly, “Your back tensed up. Bad thoughts?”

“Y-yeah…I’m…kind of worked up a little, eheh…sorry.”

“You’re upset because you’re turned on?” she smiled at him questioningly and he nodded, not able to meet her eyes. “sunny…why would that be bad? I love you. I’m yours…”

He felt his tendril twitch about that. She was HIS and she wasn’t upset…but the unsettled part of his mind whispered that she would be when she found out…

“I’m okay with getting more intimate if you are, Sun,” she seemed equally as shy about it, but held his hands, “and I kind of want to show you how much I love you. All of you. Can I?”

“I…” Sun knew he was going to regret it, but he nodded, “y-yeah.” Might as well get it over with, after all.

“Alright,” she got up and quickly began to disrobe, showing him her back and all the little marks on it. That mole in the center of her shoulders, scars from childhood accidents, the warm expanse of skin as the bra straps were taken away, god he loved her.

When she climbed back on, she gently tugged on his pants, “your turn, handsome man.”

The praise flooded his cheeks with blushing and made him squirm loose of his pants quickly, even if he was expecting to instantly hear yelling or disgust afterward.

She looked at him, his modesty panel long open, and instead of the sneer he expected, a slow smile spread over her face and she cooed softly, “Sunny, you’re so sweet…look at how lovely you are.”

The way his tendril squeezed in on itself matched the squirm in his body, “Y-you’re not upset?”

“No, can I touch?” she said, and he nodded, letting her softly run her finger around the soft folds of his entry under his shaft, the slick gathered there already making it easy. “Sun, you’ve got such a pretty little flower here…and I love how different your dick is from a human’s…much nicer to look at.”

He whimpered and covered his face, rays spinning as his legs curled upward, “D-do you really think that? You’re not mad I have both?”

“Why would I be mad? It’s your body, Sun, I only care that YOU are in it. It just gives me more ways to please you, including one I know better.”

He gave a soft giggle, flustered tears gaterhing in his optics, “So…y-you still want to make love?”

“I’m going to make you see how gorgeous you are, Sun, and yes, I’m going to make crazy love to you for as long as you want me to,” She let her hand curl around his shaft and began to gently swirl their fingers around it. “My good and warm little sunshine, all mine as I am yours.”

He covered his mouth with one hand and moaned into it, gripping the sheets as he lay back and let her work him up more, “K-keep talking, please. T-tell me you want me…”

“Oh, I will,” she sounded so happy, almost blissful as she murmured to him. “I want to hear your sweet voice feeling so good, I want to feel this slick little thing writhing inside me.”

“Y-yes, please…” He panted as she kept going, curling his toes, “please let me in.”

“I will, Sunshine,” she tapped on his stomach to make him look at her as she slid her finger up his pussy and took his own slick to lube up his dick, “and while you’re in me, I’ll use my hands for you. I want to feel the inside of your cute little hole with them. And if you don’t get off first, I’ll even taste you once I’m done.”

He gasped and nodded, tears finally flowing as she slowly slid herself onto his tendril, letting it wriggle up inside the heavenly softness of her body. His heart was just too full, gratitude, love, and desperate need for touch were all pouring out of it as she gently began bouncing up and down on him and using one hand to curl into his hole and rub the soft spot underneath his shaft that served as a clitoris. Her firm circles on that little spot, the moment her fingers found his tender place inside, with the bouncing on his dick all made Sun begin moaning out and babbling.

“P-please, please, be mine, just mine, please just want me! Nobody else!”

“No one, Sunny,” her own voice was thick with arousal and effort, “You’re my everything, you’re my only. Oh stars, Sun, you’re perfect and so so good in me. My sweetest sugar…” She was gasping and grunting with the work of taking both his genitals as her project simultaneously.

“J-just let the hole rest, I just want to please you first, please,” Sun begged, and she did as he asked, leaning forward to use both hands to support herself over him until he lunged forward and switched their positions, plunging into her and becoming very focused, “Making you mine, just mine, MINE!”

“Y-yes, yes! Yours! Always!” her arms were now around his neck and he growled as he possessively shoved his head into the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping everywhere he could reach as he began thrusting at a blistering pace.

“Nobody’s taking you from me,” he mumbled as his mind hazed with lust, “mine, can’t have you, mine mine mine!”

She cried out under him and that snapped him back to reality, even if it was just to quickly follow after her in climax, shuddering all over as he filled her cavern with his load while his pussy clenched on air. When they both seemed to be over the peak, he carefully rested on top of her and felt his motors purring.

“a-are you okay? I just…I lost control.” He admitted it, very shamefaced at sounding so…domineering.

“You did so good, though, Sun,” she huffed, beaming up at him. “I’ve never felt so wanted…you want me all to yourself and I love that about you.”

He shivered and leaned down, kissing her with all the love he was feeling. Even now, he could feel himself revving back up to go again, not able to get enough of her but…he hadn’t actually charged very well, and he could see the warning lights popping up even behind his closed eyes. “We have to stop, though…”

“Why?” she whined, and he lay back with a huff.

“Because I’m only on ten percent battery.”

“oh…” he felt her get up, so he did as well, flinging the dirty sheet out from the bed and letting her put on a new one while he got some wipes to clean them both up. “Rain check then on me going down on you. I was excited, too…you look so tasty…”

“Stooooop,” he laughed and blushed, “I’ll only do that if you let me do the same for you when we do. And it has to be after I charge.” He cleaned them both up, wiping off any schmutz that had gotten into odd places as fastidiously as he did any of his cleaning.

“Alright, I’m good with that deal,” She was happy to lay down next to him and pull his fresh blanket up over them both, snuggling into his chest. “then let’s rest and we’ll have breakfast in the morning.”

“That sounds lovely,” Sun was overjoyed to pull her soft warm skin against him after he’d plugged himself in. “I love you…”

“I love you, too, Sun. Goodnight.”