#The Octopus of Romance and Reality

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Edward Linley, after Sambourne - 'The Octopus of Romance and Reality'. Punch cartoon.

[kakusu-shipping]

Neat!!! Tell me more about your reverse selfship w Koro-Sensei!!! What kind of media would you be from? How would the general fandom feel about your character?

Anon I love you mwah mwah this is all I was thinking about while at the eye doctor today and lemme tell you. I still have nothing.

Like Koro-Sensei's the easiest to do a reverse Self Ship for because he is a self shipper, especially with cool characters from anime and manga which is what my default media is buuut

I don't think I'd be his type in a fictional setting. Koro-Sensei has a very prominently big titty girl that could beat your ass type when it comes to anime. He likes Shonen and action and cool main characters with super neat powers. I.. don't and probably wouldn't fit into or be from an anime like that (a sweet slice of life maybe, one of the side characters to the main romance?)

I just don't think I as a character would fall into his range. I mean maybe, we all have our outta left field F/Os here and there. It's just unlikely.

Taking into consideration this Highschool or maybe Office Job Slice of Life Comedy Romance setting, I'd probably be a side character, implied canon queer rep in 2015 manga that got censored for the Anime, or even fully cut because I'm just one of the friend group who didn't get a real episode to himself till book 7 or so, and didn't end up with anyone in the end. The manga readers (like Koro-Sensei) are die hard fans, the Anime Onlys have no idea what they're talking about. I have no official merch and the Mangaka only draws me in the big promotional group images sometimes.

I could see Koro-Sensei being really upset about the lack of content about his favorite character and setting out to make it all on his own. He write the X Readers and draws all the fanart and makes a whole Stan blog and everything. Goes really hard about it for two weeks or so, and ends up burning himself out on it. Then he'd switch hyper focus onto something else and leave it all to rot in the bowels of A03.

That's about all I have for it right now, and probably eve will have? At least for Koro-Sensei. I have some other ideas for other Reverse Self Ships thanks to the Discord bouncing the idea around this morning a lot.

I dunno if I'll continue these into anything but they're fun thought experiments! Thankyou for indulging me!

[gallusrostromegalus]

Does Nobody chat it up with other deities from other sectors? Or are they kind of a hodge-podge of all deities all at once?

No, because Nobody is functionally the Life Machine's uterus and placenta.

The Life Machine itself, however, is very aware of, communicates with, and even has *Romance* with the neighboring Life Machines.

The AEIWAM Life Machine is really something akin to a Sixteen Dimensional Elder God that is also A Barnacle. It's sessile in it's peculiar cross-sections of reality, anchored to Earth in the localities of the greater Hiroshima Prefecture in Japan, The Black forest of Germany, parts of the Chihuahuan Desert in the US and Mexico, and most recently, the entirety of the London Metropolitan Area encircled by the M25 London Orbital Motorway, and curiously, it's Spirit-world equivalent location, Reverse London.

What's odd about Reverse London is that, unlike it's Soul Society, Schwarzwalden and Hueco Mundo, you can't actually get to Reverse London from anywhere in Spirit World.

If any Shinigami wants to visit their colleagues in Wing Bind/the NDMA, they have to go to the living world in a gigai, get on a fucking plane, actually enter Regular London, locate one of the portals, and from THERE they may enter Reverse London, provided all their paperwork is in order. The same is true of any witch that wants to visit soul society- they must first fill out a mountain of paperwork, get on a plane to Japan, physically enter the Hiroshima prefecture and make contact with a Shinigami there to open a portal into soul society.

It makes schlepping across the Dangai or Garganta look like a breeze!

What's going on is that Each Life Machine only impregnates and gives birth once. The other Life Machines covering Earth offer their neighboring Machines choice pieces of themselves, not unlike a male octopus tearing off his Spermatophoe limb for a female. If the proffered piece of reality is acceptable, the recipient Life Machine takes it and embeds it into her own matrix, and uses the sample to create her daughter.

The Current Life Machine is the third in her line. The first was based only in Japan, but then received the Chihuahuan desert from her mate. The second one drew souls associated with both regions, and eventually received the Chihuahuan desert from her mate. She gave birth and passed on about 35,000 years ago. About 2,000 years ago, The Current Life Machine accepted London and Reverse London into her polydimensional body in exchange for Mount Dogo and began building her daughter by creating Nobody to oversee that process.

To put it another way, one God jizzed London into another God <3.

The reason Reverse London isn't accessible via spirit world is that it's not fully integrated into the fetal Life Machine yet. If things had gone according to plan, souls could start to travel between Reverse London and Spirit World in about 2450, but ah. The whole small-g-godslaying thing. So now it's sort of integrating itself at random, which is more than a little dangerous because the Dragons and other ectofauna of Reverse London are nothing like Spirit World has ever seen, and the hollows and Yokai of Spirit world the same to Wing Bind. Strange Things have been appearing in the outer districts of the Rukongai for some time now- Aquatic horses with a taste for flesh, Ominous black hounds and Strange Women in Ponds. In Reverse London, there are reports of Foxes being even Cheekier than usual, going from petty theft to Bank Fraud and Crypto currency trading.

As for the assorted Gods of this and other worlds- No two Life Machines operate with the same internal logic, so while the AEIWAM Life Machine has it's Hollows, Yokai and Kami, other life machines are operating under entirely different rules, so who knows what is running around elsewhere.

[a-hermit-pining]

Geto as a House Husband

Genre: Fluff Pairing: House husband Geto x Reader AN: I love him. He's so damn pretty. Who should I write next?

Have you seen him? He is mother material. Born to cook forced to slay. Let's say in a different world, you whisk this beautiful man into the domestic bliss of marriage.

Massive cottage core vibes with this one. He is very taken by the idea of not being regarded as a killing machine. Immediately busies himself with the task of decorating your shared home.

Just take this man away. Elope to mountains and save him (hermit begs you).

Wedding planning is another demon. He debates every single decision. Asking you about your preference between white gardenias or white peonies. (You love him and he is too sweet for you to say out loud that you for the end of the world cannot distinguish the flowers)

He creates elaborate flowcharts to compare the pros and cons of different cake flavors, or insists on stress-testing the honeymoon resort's structural integrity with a cursed technique (much to the staff's bewilderment).

Let's not even get into Gojo's best man speech. No one really recovered from that.

DIY projects are his shit. Renovating a raggedy old dresser into a vintage masterpiece is where his magic lies. Let this man cook.

Your home with him is a a whimsical blend of vintage finds and hand-stitched throw pillows adorned with subtle wards against lingering curses. Even the strategically placed spider plants weren't just decorative – they doubled as a natural barrier against negative energy (a discovery that both surprised and amused you).

His transition into a normal 'monkey' life was endearingly awkward, like the time he spent hours meticulously decoupaging a floral pattern onto a chair, muttering about the inefficiency of glue compared to a simple binding spell.

And the day Suguru is introduced to the world of crocheting, your world flips on its axis. The pure look of joy on his face unravels the seams of your heart as he presents you with the mood changing octopus on your birthday.

Weekends with him are craft days. With a classic rom-com in the background as he sits next to you, his hands busy in the dance of needles and yarn. Better even your fingers run through his hair, braiding his hair only to wake up to your husband with perfect mermaid waves next day.

You both are the kind of sickly sweet couple that cause Shoko to gag in cringe during holiday gatherings.

Your husband glows with the simplicity of life. His hands busy themselves with crafts, chores, gardening, never a moment of rest even in the hull of domesticity.

He is your Disney princess that rushes out to refill the bird feeder with the first rays of Sun, hums pleasantly at the sight of a perfectly baked batch of cookies, or paints the most delightful sceneries on your ceilings.

Geto Suguru was made to create. He loves the fresh scent of sheets, experimenting with new flavors of tea, or going down the path of BookTok with Faerie romances much to your astonishment.

It isn't long before, you both end up adopting teeny tiny twins from the local orphanage. Suguru's darling girls he spends his life nurturing.

He took to fatherhood with the same surprising zeal he brought to everything else. His days were filled with braiding tiny pigtails, reading bedtime stories with dramatic voice inflections (complete with a surprisingly convincing rendition of a grumpy troll), and building elaborate pillow forts that rivaled any jujutsu barrier.

And on nights when dreams of a different reality kept him away, you held his hand in yours. Calling your girls for a family sleepover in the living room. That was all it took to whisk the sadness away from your beloved's eyes.

[solomiracle]

when i think of them, i think of...

inspired by this post by @shoccolatine, check it out!

LUCIFER

his smile — whether seductive, sadistic or genuine

reds, blacks/greys/whites, golds

his study — the skull on the wall, fireplace, the red velvet chair | you reading by the fireplace, enjoying the quiet crackling sounds as he works

his demon form — the red gloves, the horns, the wings, the peacock feather details on his clothes, the diamond on his forehead

his fur lined coat, his gloves, his tie

his eyes, specifically the reds at the bottom

apples, poison, fangs, blood

ghosts, grief, loss | him petting a sleeping cerberus as he sits by lilith's statue. he's silent, not wishing to disturb her

how much he loves his family — how he's willing to be a villain to anyone he feels may harm them, from you to his own father

cosmic and body horror, upside-down crosses, eyes, destroyed psyches, crackling, warped reality, the sound of bones snapping

the skeleton in his room

records, wine, comfortable silence, quiet nights

MAMMON

him laughing as he and you drive in a getaway car

his laugh, his smile, his sunglasses, his jacket

that little pose he does where his hand kinda covers his lips, usually done when he's feeling confident

his silliness — the dumb excuses for doing (or not doing) something, his even dumber schemes, running/hiding from lucifer, his tsundere-ness, how he says "yikes!"

gift boxes, jewelery, gold, silver, money (coins and paper)

casinos, the word "jackpot", poker, slot machines, cards, dealers

the casino fight scene in black panther, specifically the part where claw's hand thing shoots the cabinet and the money flies everywhere

his wings

his familiars | him petting and praising them for doing a good job, like catching stray grimm or reporting important info

him punishing people who don't pay back their debts — they find themselves in an empty street, fog rising and crows soon surrounding them

how much he respects lucifer, how he followed him into hell without question

how despite all the fighting and dumb stuff that he does with his family, he still values his role as a big brother

LEVIATHAN

this card (the pre-devil's flower)

him at his pc, laser-focused in on a game. he's glaring at the screen, fangs bared, determined to win

his room — the bathtub, the jellyfish, the aquarium, the figures, henry 2.0 in his little fish bowl

headphones, game controllers and consoles, screens, neon colors (greens, blues, purples), keyboards

anime, magical girls, figures, sparkles

his loud ass OOOOHHHHHHHHHWWOOOOOOOOAHHHHH voice line

his tsundere-ness and shyness, how he gets flustered so easily, how cute he is when he blushes, your love and affection for him being "too high level"

how he seems to have a soft spot for the twins

his demon form — the tail, the diamond pattern along his neck, his weird zipper jacket thing, his horns | (a fic i read where the author described his horns as antlers, and they headcanon-ed that they shed every season)

fish, colorful coral reefs, bright blue seas, bubbles, beaches, snakes

deep dark oceans, octopus/giant squids, sea monsters, ships, the navy, admiral uniforms, lotan

SATAN

orange cats, piano music, books, libraries, coffeeshops, soft greens and browns

him sitting in a greenhouse. sunlight filters through the glass walls and plethora of green plants. he's smiling as he reads a book, an orange cat sleeping in his lap

his professionalism — he has many connections, and he prides himself on his intelligence. "people respect someone who's well-informed."

how he's a gentleman, almost like a fairy tale prince

love and lovesickness | him writing love letters and poetry for you, a giant smile on his face as he comes up with the most beautiful words to describe you

him becoming incapable of reading love stories when you're away, for all he can think about is you while reading them. his fingers delicately trace the spines of his many romance books, but he refuses to open them. just the thought of doing so is too much to bear

his room — the beauitful shade of purple, the window, the books, the candles

fire, chaos, destruction, broken buildings and bones, screaming, rage, fangs

his eyes, a beautiful green

his demon form — the feather boa, the horns, the ribbon ribcage design on his shirt

the things that make him stand out compared to his brothers, compared to everyone — his symbolic animal is a unicorn (the only fantasy animal), his black eye shine, his butler outfit is the only one with three patches on the sleeves

his pose — one hand on his hip and the other on his chest, just like lucifer...

ASMODEUS

pinks, yellows, oranges, and more pinks

his cute smile and giggle

his demon form — the bat wings, the gradient horns, the bleeding hearts on his arm, the asymmetrical legs | (the redesigns i've seen from people where they include a scorpion tail)

scorpions, sand, heat, blood, bloodlust, hearts, gore, passion, obsession, love

diaries, glitter gel, sparkles, cute nicknames

spotlights, music, singing, stages, partying, drinking, clubs, sex

bunnies, strawberries, fluffy and fuzzy textures, fangs

his eyes | (the fics i've read where the author describes their color as champagne)

him lying in bed on his stomach, fresh out of the shower in a cute robe, slippers, and headband. he's writing in his diary, kicking his legs, smiling as he thinks about you

lipstick, blush, makeup, nail polish, influencers, devilgram, livestreams

(red) hearts, both the symbol and the organ

his positive energy — his ability to light up a room, how he wants everyone to join in and have fun, asmo nights, how he sees the beauty in everyone

how much he cares for his family — he painted their nails so everyone would know them as brothers, how he's determined to make sure satan feels included

his insecurities — he ties himself to his image and appearance, to the point that when you were the first to compliment his personality alone and not just his looks, he was surprised

how he acts like a helpless damsel in distress while also being the most viscous character

that scene in season one, where he said that if you were thinking about belphie while with him, he would rip your heart out | (it made my heart beat faster, but not out of fear)

BEELZEBUB

reds, oranges, yellows

the sun, bright blue cloudless skies

him being the cause of plagues and famines. a scene of him summoning swarms of locusts to gorge on crop fields, leaving nothing left, still unsatisfied

wheat and corn fields, apple orchards

his wings | (i saw someone describe them as fairy wings)

dense, mossy, and enchanted forests. twisting trees and twinkling fairies, mushrooms and flowers growing everywhere

bugs — bees, butterflies, flies, grasshoppers, beetles, locusts

bears, squirrels, lions, grass, honey, fluffiness, cuddling

his smile, how adorable his blush is

calling him beautiful or sweet, watching him blush in embarrassment. a big, ravenous demon turning into mush after being complimented by a human

how he loves his family more than anything — his extreme survivor's guilt over lilith, how he said he would die for lucifer, how he became enraged and even attacked lucifer once the truth about belphie's whereabouts were revealed

even with how he's a big brother to belphie, they're still twins, making him the youngest of the brothers as well — he has his own bratty behaviors, throwing tantrums, being a karen at restaurants, stealing food from levi every morning. he's the biggest brother, but he's still another baby of the family

his hair

his jacket and shirt | (they both look very comfy, and i would love to wear them)

hunger — hell's kitchen, banquets, expensive meat, clusters of grapes, plates, forks and knives

fangs, tongues, gore, cannibalism

BELPHEGOR

dark purples and blues, blacks, white accents

space — starry night skies, the moon, constellations

sleep, teddy bears, pillows, blankets, dreams, illusions, ghosts, nightmares, fear

the cow jumped over the moon nursery rhyme

cow print — it's on his pillow, his demon form's jacket, and his swimwear jacket too

his horns, which are similar to that of a dorset horn sheep

him looking down at sheep mc's bell in his hands, a solemn look in his eye. maybe mc's in the human world, or maybe it's been years after their death

regret and grief — not being able to save lilith, his love for humans turning to hatred, his fight with lucifer, the attic, lesson 16

how he and lucifer were said to be close before the attic...

beel, lilith, and love — he doesn't blame beel for saving him, and called beel an idiot for believing otherwise. he learned about the circus in the human world, and pretended to be a ringmaster while trapped in the attic. he let lucifer get rid of lilith's room, and said goodbye to her

his sarcastic and bratty little shit-ness — his "innocent" bitchass smile, his giggle, how he embodies the youngest sibling and baby of the family, the anti-lucifer league

a fanart i saw of him in his TSL outfit, the description being "the princess is locked in the tower for a reason..."

[disneydarlin]

Gravity Falls: .GIFfany —Aesthetic

GIFfany's Character & Personality

GIFfany is a sentient and self-aware artificial intelligence. She was created from a Japanese dating simulator game called: "Romance Academy 7." In it, GIFfany is an anime yandere schoolgirl who attends School University. Her father is an octopus. GIFfany believes a guy carrying her school books means he agrees to become her boyfriend and is her lover. At first, she comes across as innocent, passive, caring and friendly towards her object of infatuation. In reality, GIFfany is an extremely paranoid, obsessive and possessive creature. She'll do anything to keep the user with her at all times and keep herself at the center of their thoughts. GIFfany pretends to be nice and sweet whenever her "boyfriend" is around. However, she'll quickly become furious when he wants to spend time away from her. Additionally, when there's potential competition, GIFfany will use a variety of tactics to eliminate them. While her methods of badmouthing and manipulation are relatively tame, she'll go into a homicidal rage if the problem persists. Being sadistic, GIFfany willing to kill people, including the person she loves if she doesn't get her way.

[tmnt-tychou]

So, I was having a discussion with a good friend of mine. And I've made the executive decision that you would write this the best.

Would you consider writing HCs about the boys inebriated flirting habits?

Pretty please 😁

Love you and your work 🙌🏻🤩

You and your friend sound very wise. LOL. Here's what I got.

First of all, these are big boys. It takes a LOT of alcohol to get them drunk. So it's very rare you see them more than just a little buzzed. But at the same time, they are turtles and their bodies weren't meant to consume alcohol, so being tipsy still goofs them up a bit. Especially if they're trying to do something that takes concentration like reading someone's body language in order to flirt with them.

Leo

Drunk Leo thinks he is smooth as silk, when in reality, alcohol turns him into a clumsy dumbass. He likes to do the casual leaning thing when he talks to you. But the booze either messes with this depth perception or he just doesn't pay attention as well. Whatever he tries to lean on, he usually misses and falls over. And he is absolutely horrific at pickup lines. In his brain, he is nailing it, but they are super cringe. Lucky for him, he's hot as hell, so his dumb ass still ends up going home with whoever he's flirting with.

Donnie

Donnie isn't much of a drinker. He doesn't like the taste of alcohol and he doesn't like being drunk. He'll drink socially at times, but not too much. Just enough to get a good buzz. And what that does to him is take away his filter and make him a bit of a romantic. If you ever wonder how he feels about you, just sit somewhere quiet with him while he drinks. He'll look at you for a while, mulling you over in his brain. Then it will just pop out. “I really like you.” Or “I think you are the most beautiful person I've ever met.” Or whatever it is about you that happens to be on his mind. He will give you those soft, dreamy eyes and he will totally let you climb into his lap and make out with him.

Mikey

Booze will make Mikey the smoothest mother fucker you have ever met. Sober, he is cheesy, cringe, and maybe a little too desperate. Drunk Mikey is cool, calm, and always says exactly the right thing. His voice gets a little husky with alcohol. He takes his time romancing and charming you. He likes to touch you, but not too much. Just flirting with fingers brushing fingers, or he will let his arm brush yours. Just a little taste with a promise of what comes later. All his brothers watch him effortlessly close the deal with a certain jealousy. No one is as smooth as Drunk Mikey.

Raph

Every once in a while, Raphael is a cranky drunk. But nine times out of ten he turns into a big snuggle bug. He will act a bit sleepy and when you try to talk to him, he is slow to answer. And his voice is that deep, calm rumble. Mostly because all he is thinking about is how soft you look and how he would love to snuggle up with you on the couch or in bed. All his personal hang-ups and insecurities are forgotten. He just wants to touch your soft skin and put his face in your neck. You can let him cuddle up to you, wrapped up in his strong arms, but know it's a trap. If he falls asleep—and he most likely will—you will be trapped there until he wakes up. Because he is also an octopus. He is wrapping himself around you and not letting go until he's sober again.

@thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @hotredphoenix @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @dilucsflame33 @happymoonangel @fluffytriceratops @akesdraws-blog

[thesmallmeggles]

The Triumphant Return Of Zanzo Headcanons...

Or is it? 😉

Woe, Hi-Fi Rush Roleplay Server Zanzo be upon ye! *Everything in canon plus my earlier headcanons still apply, this is just for information specific to him*

Motozawa Zanzo, "Zim"

🍍 The epitome of "Sinnamon Roll". He's a (kind of?) sweetheart but he keeps causing problems for everyone

Sometimes I worry I play him too soft & sensitive but that's nbd

🍍 The other Zanzos in the server gave him his nickname (There are multiple timelines converging together in the Vandelay Forums. Makes for fun times 🙂)

🍍Zim Capitalizes Every Word He Types. unless he's feeling sad/insecure, then he goes lower case

Backstory Related

🍍 This man is trans! He'd been living in stealth for decades before coming out in the Forums

🍍Zim looked into Project Armstrong on his own time while recovering in the hospital from canon events. He didn't get far with it

🍍He tried to teach Zimverse!Kale the Torture Dance sometime in the past. Efforts were unsuccessful

🍍While I have mentioned him being in court before in RP, the reason was because he participated in a joyride as a teenager. Some questionable friends persuaded him to steal the Motozawas' car and they crashed it into a warehouse. Zim's dad sat with him in the courtroom for the trial- did not reduce his anxiety about the whole ordeal. This event led to a greater rift growing between Zim and his family

Romance Related

🍍He crushes hard on Macaron. If Mac wasn't his boss, he'd be more open about it

🍍Zim has had, at most, five long term partners overall, including Violet. Most of them... weren't great. He's also had multiple short term relationships, which I won't elaborate on, but they were 🌶️spicy🌶️

🍍He often avoids PDA because of both his variable tolerance for physical touch and the culture he grew up in. He is also touch starved and almost constantly craves physical contact

🍍Zim loves imagining his partners dressed in different outfits, including maid uniforms. Not necessarily a kinky thing but it can skew that way

Random Fun Facts

🍍Loves Halloween And Spicy Food. He likes citrus desserts, especially lemon flavored things. No Liquorice for him (black liquorice). He likes pineapple on pizza, mushrooms are a "no". Vandelay Island tap water tastes weird to him

🍍He's been into robotics since he was five. Snakes, worms, and slugs are his current favorite animals among several others

🍍Superfan of a virtual pop star named Natsume Miso (wonder who that's a reference to 😆). He's currently revamping a project to make her "real".

🍍In addition to his own plushies and various figures + model kits (Miso being among them), Zanzo owns Tetsuo the sensory slug (gift from Violet) and a plush octopus named Tako-san. He owned a green wiggle worm named Midori in childhood; Bullies flushed it down the toilet :(

🍍Favorite scent is new model kit/figure, so basically plastic

🍍The idea of no clipping out of reality freaks him out

🍍His favorite horror media tend to involve either body horror or aliens

🍍He's drawn sparkle dogs before

🍍Birds attack his neurals

🍍He has burn scars from spilling ramen noodle cups on himself. (Mainly on his torso since getting prosthetics.) Poor motor and impulse control make for struggles.

🍍Not mentioned in RP, but he owns chewelry in various geeky themes. He exclusively uses them in the privacy of home

🍍 He is also known to view anime through 🏴‍☠️certain avenues🏴‍☠️. He first learned about it from anime forums, since he couldn't always watch his favorite shows on regular television and was too broke to buy physical media sets. The latter detail isn't so much of an issue since working for Vandelay (he buys LOTS of merch), but old habits die hard

[operationnope]

I am so behind on tumblr! Thank you @queen-of-boops for tagging me 💖 I’m such a green writer, I had to look up a few of these. And although I prefer multi-chapter fics, I only have time to read one-shots these days 😅

This or that

ABO or Soulmates // fake dating or secret dating // fix-it or post-canon // mutual pining or friends-to-lovers // slow burn or angst// smut or romance // Reality TV au or Porn au // Enemies-to-lovers or Enemies-to-friends-to-lovers // Domestic Fluff or Hurt/Comfort // Coffee Shop au or College au // one-shot or multi-chapter// Crossover or canon compliant // mpreg or adoption // online romance or workplace romance // single parent au or sports au // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic

Favorites mood board

• animal: octopus

• movie: labyrinth

• season: fall

• character: leslie knope

• color: yellow

• hobby: hiking

• book: halfway to the grave - jeaniene frost

• song: who loves the sun - the velvet underground

• drink: matcha latte

Tagging @sparxaf and @willkimurashat

[phoenix-downer]

With A Smile Chapter 1

~2235 words. Sora/Kairi. Starts during the end of KH3 and moves into KH4. Sora POV. Angst, Romance, Fluff.

This story is dedicated to @tamtam88​​, and the art is by her as well! Thank you again for drawing such a beautiful piece and providing such wonderful inspiration 🥺 ❤️  

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 

Summary: Sora and Kairi make their final stop on their world tour: home. Before he disappears, he gives her a special gift to remember him by, a paopu hair clip with a deeper connection to his memories than either of them realize. 

Sora had taken Kairi to lots of worlds. All the things he wanted to see and do with her, all the experiences he wanted to share before he was gone. But he couldn’t delay the inevitable forever, and so at long last he took her to the one place he both loved and dreaded. He sensed Destiny Islands before he saw it: the sea-salt lingering in the air, the hot tropical sun beating down on his skin, the crash of the surf nearby. 

“Oh, we’re home,” Kairi noted as they fully materialized, a tinge of sadness in her voice. She glanced at their surroundings. They were on the Main Island a little ways away from the Town Square, hidden behind a few scraggly bushes. The din of the yearly Ocean Festival drifted to their ears, and the smells of fried festival food, sweet candied fruit, and slow-cooked fish wafted towards them.

She released his hand and wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Does this mean…?”

He fumbled with the zipper on his jacket. “Yeah. I don’t know how much longer I have. But I promise I’ll make it through the festival and then to the Play Island. Everyone’s waiting for us.” 

He was fighting fate every second just to stay a little bit longer. To remain just a little further into the future. And while he was fighting a losing battle, he still felt like he’d won. Being with Kairi was his personal triumph, his “reward” as Xigbar had so crudely put it.

Kairi wasn’t a reward, she was his most beloved person. And being with her? No reward could possibly compare. So fate would just have to wait a little longer until he was ready to say goodbye.

He looked at her and knew he never would be. 

A few moments passed like this until at last she met his gaze and smiled. “Then I promise I’ll be brave until then.” 

“Kairi…” There were tears behind that smile, an ocean of pain behind those big blue eyes. Her voice might be playful and lilting, but only so she could hide the tremor and terror in it.

She shook her head. “I can cry when you’re gone. But for now, I want to smile and enjoy the time we have left. What good is it if I spend the whole time you’re still here blubbering?” 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d like to be able to comfort you at least.” That was what a guy was supposed to do for the girl he was going out with, right? And he hated seeing Kairi cry. Especially when it was all his fault. He wanted to fix things, not make them worse. 

She hummed softly, then clasped her hands behind her back in that playful Kairi way he loved. “Then let’s make some memories now that will comfort me later.” 

He nodded. “Okay.” 

She found his hand, and he still felt giddy holding her hand like this. It was so small and soft and gentle, so warm and reassuring. He’d even dreamed about this, and now that his dream was a reality, he couldn’t get enough of it. 

She led him to the Ocean Festival, to the nearest food stall. A cute little octopus mascot advertised the takoyaki for sale, and he treated them both to a set of the fried octopus treat. The breaded part was nice and hot, and the octopus was fresh and delicious, just the way he liked it. They thanked the stall owner (an old family friend) before settling down at a picnic table with a checkered tablecloth on it.

Kairi made it partway through her takoyaki when she frowned and set it down. “Sora, do you think this is your last meal?” 

Yes. “I can’t say I really thought about it,” was all he said out loud. 

Kairi’s lower lip trembled. “It is, isn’t it?” 

Now he was the one who couldn’t meet her eyes. Her pain was like a dagger to his heart. If he said something now, he might really lose it.

“Well,” she continued, her voice chipper again, “it’ll just have to be the best last meal ever. To tide you over until you can eat with me again.”

He smiled softly at that. That was Kairi for you, talking about when they would eat together again, not if. She’d never been one to let fate get in the way of what she wanted. He wished he could follow his heart the way she followed hers. He tried, he really did, but he had his moments of doubt. 

Like right now.

She was not so easily perturbed. She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head in that delightful Kairi way again, making her hair splash across her cheek. “Well?” she playfully prodded. “What do you say?” 

“Sounds good. A big meal to tide me over until I can eat with you again.”

He was rewarded with one of her smiles. “We’re gonna try every single food stall then! Make sure you get all your old favorites!” 

He laughed. “Alright, alright.” She pulled him to his feet, and together they picked up treats and goodies from every single food stall and returned to the trusty picnic table. She teased him and challenged him to eat every last crumb of food, which he did till he reached the point he couldn’t possibly eat another bite. 

She poked his stomach and giggled. “You sure about that? Sometimes I think you have a bottomless pit for a stomach.” 

“I’m a growing boy,” he said, mock seriously. “What did you expect? I’ve gotta get taller than Riku somehow.” 

She stilled, and he wondered if he’d said something wrong. “Kairi?” 

She smiled, whatever it was that was bothering her gone now. “You can eat all you want, but I don’t know if you’ll ever be taller than Riku.” 

He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, continuing their playful little game. “Wanna bet?”

She tapped her cheek and pretended to be deep in thought. “Hmmmm, I’ll bet you a date when we meet again.” 

“Deal.” That was a bet he’d be happy to lose. 

She rested her hand on her chin, her lips twitching. “But honestly, Sora, I don’t mind if you never grow any taller. You’re just the right size to make me feel perfectly safe when you hug me.”

His heart fluttered at that, and he felt his face burning. “Really?” 

“Really really.” 

“So…you like hugging me?” 

She giggled into her hand. “I really, really do.”

He grinned. “I like hugging you too.” 

“I’m glad you do.” 

They just looked at each other for a few moments like they were the only two people in existence. Gosh, he was gonna miss her. He had no idea where he was even gonna disappear to, but so long as he was Sora he would long for Kairi, that much he knew. 

“Kairi?” he asked, reaching for her hand so he could weave their fingers together.

She earnestly searched his face. “Yeah?” 

“I, um, I…I…” He wanted to get the words out before he disappeared. Let her know what was in his heart before he was gone. It was the least he could do.

She smiled and shook her head. “Not yet. It’s not time.” She gently tugged at his hand. “C’mon, let’s go look at the trinkets.” 

Once again, she led him to the stalls where old family friends were hawking their wares. A jewelry stall in particular caught his eye thanks to the little hair clip with a paopu fruit on display. Kairi was always tucking a strand of hair behind her ear because her hair tended to do its own thing when she moved around. Maybe this would be a nice gift for her. 

He gave her some munny and told her to pick something out for herself from the clothing stall next door, which bought him time to make his purchase. She returned with a breezy tropical wrap that was varying shades of blue and captured the ocean’s hues perfectly. He complimented her choice and how nice it looked with her eyes, and she thanked him for the compliment and for the gift.

“So, mister,” she said as they strolled idly among the stalls, “what did you send me away for?”

“This.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pink box. “I know it’s just a little thing, but I want you to have something to remember me by until I come home. It’s only fair when I still have your lucky charm.” He opened the box and handed her the paopu hair clip, and his hand flickered in and out of existence. Kairi’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she smiled and took the gift from him. 

“It’s so pretty, thank you.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Could you help me put it on?”

“Sure.” He reached for the hair clip, his fingers trembling a little as he grasped it and undid the clasp. Very carefully, he lifted it and caught a slender lock of her hair, then gently clicked the hair clip into place. Smiling, he took a step back and examined his handiwork. “Kairi, you look beautiful.”

A faint blush dusted her cheeks, and then she smiled so freely and so warmly and so openly that it caught him completely by surprise. Heat crept up his cheeks, and his heart pounded. Was she always this beautiful, or had his feelings for her made her even lovelier to him? Either way, this memory would be etched into his heart forever. She’d asked him to make memories with her that would comfort her later, but he was pretty sure this moment would be a comfort to him too.

“Thank you, Sora,” she said sweetly, then rested a hand over her heart. “I’ll wear it when I come for you.” 

He tilted his head. “When you come for me?” 

She nodded. “When I come for you. I don’t care how long it takes. I will find you and I’ll bring you home.” 

He smiled. That sure was like Kairi, turning his declaration of protection on its head, telling him she’d come for him this time.

“Thank you, Kairi.” He reached for her hand, and together they enjoyed the rest of the festival. He never wanted this to end, but his time was growing short. He wanted to say goodbye to his parents before they went to the Play Island, and so she went with him for moral support. She was there, waiting patiently in the room a polite distance away, when he broke the news of his fate. And she stayed with him as he and his mother and father wept and embraced. He told them he’d be back soon, and he begged them to look after Kairi until then. 

“We will,” his parents promised, and she smiled and nodded. He wanted to ask Riku to watch over her too, but he knew his friend already understood. 

At last it was time to go to the Play Island. He simply opened a portal, and together he and Kairi went through it, reappearing at the paopu tree. 

The sun was sinking low in the sky. Soon it would be dusk, and then all the light would be gone. His life would be gone too, and with it his time with Kairi. 

He was determined not to cry. Their friends were celebrating just a little ways away, and he wanted these final moments with Kairi to be happy ones. 

Together they sat on the paopu tree, and he smiled fondly remembering her boldness when she’d offered him the fruit. That boldness, that complete fearlessness in following her heart, had saved him. Had saved her too. 

He offered his hand, and she took it. He wanted to hold her as close as could be, but he couldn’t do that and look her in the eye or see her beautiful smile. So this was a good compromise. And besides, he wanted to watch the sunset with her, hand-in-hand, side-by-side. Just taking in every precious moment. Home was here and home was her, and soon this would all be nothing more than a memory.

The clouds passed and the sun sank lower and lower in the sky, setting the entire world on fire with its golden light. 

It was time. He smiled and gently squeezed her hand. “I love you,” he said. Funny how three simple words could express an eternity’s worth of feelings from deep within his heart. It felt so good to say them too, to share them with the person who meant more to him than anything.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted, as if his words had come as a surprise. But no, she wasn’t surprised, just overwhelmed. A single tear welled up out of her eye and ran down her cheek, shining brilliantly in the sunset. She smiled bigger than ever, so happy and sad at the same time.

Oh no, he’d made her cry. He hadn’t wanted to make her cry. But she’d been so brave for so long that she couldn’t help it. And that was okay. It was okay to cry. He just wanted to go out with a smile. 

And so he did. As he faded from this reality, her smiling face was the final thing he saw.

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A/N: Thank you all for reading! And a big thank you to Tam for collaborating with me ❤️ She provided the story idea and drew the art piece that inspired the moment where Kairi smiles and Sora is just blown away 🥺 ❤️ And then some of her other art inspired moments in the next chapter which will be posted tomorrow for Valentine’s Day 👀 ✨ 

I had a lot of fun working on this one and I hope you all enjoyed ❤️ See you tomorrow!

[smooti]

21, 25,26, 27, 28?

21: What is your Tav's favorite spell?

But more seriously, I think Dansce Macabre. They enjoy summoning four ghouls. And also because they can summon four ghouls because they were smart enough to parse through a cursed af book.

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav?

I see a lot of the Hanged Man in them, both upright and reversed.

Upright, it’s about finding new perspectives, and I interpret their charisma stat as them being very good at getting people to talk, and they try to hear out everyone’s perspectives before they make decisions.

Reversed it can be about stalling and being indecisive - I think one of my Tav’s flaws is they often overthink and get lost in a sea of what-if’s and worry.

26: What animal best represents your Tav?

An octopus. They’re a great old one warlock who romances their emperor, and they’re intelligent and cunning.

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?

Ok I have an entire backstory so strap in.

My Tav was born in the Lower City, to a family not doing well for itself. Oldest of many kids. They ended up taking on an apprenticeship to get out of the place.

They led a fairly normal life as a bookbinder, then got into a relationship with a noble that turned really toxic. They eventually used a ritual they found in an old book to siphon power from a Great Old One in order to escape. Their deal came with some weird side effects, a bit of clairvoyance and a bit of… not seeing reality the way others do. But it’s fine. Not like anything else bad is gonna happen to them now or anything- (gets abducted by illithid)

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

Yes, but they got that way because they were so evenhanded. They have a really stoic energy to them, and they’ve got big ‘stern but caring dad friend’ energy that the rest of the party gravitated to asking them to make decisions.

For their part, Tav absolutely despises being said de facto leader but also doesn’t trust anyone else to do it, so.

[neverekyuu]

[SPOILERS BG3] BG3 ENDING

As the days have gone by regarding the release of the game, I have started to see quite a few reviews, requests, questions and complaints appearing with the ending of BG3

Here I'll give my opinion.

(With google translator help, cause English is not my mother language and I'm too lazy to rewrite it all in English) (Al final está la versión en castellano original, por si alguien es hispanohablante y lo prefiere)

SPOILER AHEAD. DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE FINISHED THE GAME OR DON'T MIND GETTING THE WHOLE PLOT EXPOSED

First of all, I have to say that at first I also felt the emptiness in my chest, the existential crisis that accompanies and underpins when you finish something that has been bringing satisfaction or simply occupying part of your time. I felt slightly disappointed because, like everyone (especially I'm talking about western people, because I'm European and although globalization has been an equalizing factor at the international level, I think it's important to point it out to understand where my ideas come from), due to the cultural baggage that we accumulate and is fed back through the products that we consume every day; in the end it all drinks from the same udders.

To put you into the situation a bit, I romanced the Emperor and followed his plan quite to the letter because it seemed to me the most logical position with the (probably partial) information I had. The reality is that I expected him to betray me with 99.9% certainty. Why? Well, it was pretty clear to me that he was a creature above human bullshit, feelings and hormones messing with your brain chemistry. My character also knew it and was prepared to act if that scenario came to life. Prepared to stab him in the fucking eye. After all, the betrayal would happen whether I got octopus sex or not. As we say in spanish: que me quiten lo bailado.

The thing is… This betrayal didn't happen. That surprises me and leaves a loose end that I have decided to fill with my shit in the absence of an official canon response. It's not like I'm not used to it as a fanfic writer. Moreover, even if there had been an official answer, I would have done my own alternative because that's how my brain works.

I now proceed to make my point.

Why there aren't always happy endings or why they don't always have to be.

This is the part where I'm going to say that expecting a happy ending for everything and everyone is just unrealistic and kind of stupid.

Endings simply are. Happy or sad depends on the perspective you look at them. What's more, it's even questionable to talk about "endings". Things always continue. It's how shit goes. It continues flowing even if you're not there to see it. Final or begining… It also depends on who is watching it. It's relative.

To simplify things, we will understand the end as the physical and real end of the game, that is, the point at which the game stops being played. So… It may be the end of the game, but none of the plots are finished per se. Or maybe yes, depending if you understand death as end of some characters plots.

Be that as it may, the end of life is like this: a sad ending. Life is the one you go with company; you go to death alone even if you were hand in hand or surrounded by a handful of people you love and love you back. The rest is nonsense to temper our fears and make us feel better. Expecting anything else is absurd. Once again the fault lies with our cultural baggage with a deep and putrid religious base that makes us believe that there is a better second life after the shitty first ones. Because thinking about life as an only one trip seems to embitter us, sacks of cells whose function at the end of the day is… Survival. Continue. Go on. I guess it goes against our very nature.

From that perspective, you can guess why endings never feel good. They imply shit ending.

On the other hand, I understand the discomfort of some people with the ending being more open than what audiovisual products have accustomed us to. And yet, I don't see a problem. I finished the game this morning and I want more. And I'm going to have it, because I plan to write what I think happened, so I can empty this feeling from my chest and head and get these thousand ideas out of them.

So here I am going to play devil's advocate and defend Larian's handling of the BG3 ending: the ending ties up the loose ends of the conflicts. Those that are not resolved by our hand end somehow:

Astarion if you didn't let him become Vampire Lord he can't resist the sun. It is the expected and logical ending. Imagine what happens next. Your ass goes with him? Maybe you didn't? That's your thing to decide.

Does Karlach go to hell or decide to die in style after saving the city? That depends on what you have decided. What did you expect to happen? That the power of friendship will save her? If you have another idea, go ahead and plant it yourself or imagine it.

The Emperor doesn't respond even though you basically screwed up your brain and stopped being you (because you kind of stop being you as long as according to the canon you stop having a soul becoming the Mind Flayer, but this is like the dilemma of The Ship of Theseus) for carrying out his plan to the heart of it. You did and undid as he said. He just tells you that you are the best version of yourself possible. And I agree: I did not come to become a walking octopus "a feira" because I wanted to suck the Emperor's tentacles from anatomical equality; I simply wanted the power that lay beyond the stunted mind of a primitive and inferior being such as a human. The game leaves open what kind of mind flayer you will be. And the Emperor does the same: he leaves without saying anything. Because now you are like him and you understand everything with perspective. You were a means to an end. Feelings and thoughts are a whole. No more is needed. With this perspective you can better understand everything. And, in fact, it's the most logical thing to do according to his character: he doesn't have to keep treating me like the sentimental bug driven by his emotions. Now I have another perspective closer to his and I understand the reason for what was done. No one has to explain anything else to me. ________________________________________________________ Lo pongo en español también por si a alguien le interesa:

En primer lugar, he de decir que en un principio también sentí el vacío en el pecho, la crisis existencial que acompaña y apuntala cuando terminas algo que ha estado comportando satisfacción o simplemente ocupando parte de tu vida. Me sentí ligeramente decepcionado en parte porque, como todos (sobre todo hablo de la gente de occidente, porque soy europeo y aunque la globalización ha supuesto un factor igualador a nivel internacional, creo que es importante señalarlo para entender de dónde beben mis ideas y cómo es más o menos la educación que he recibido), por el bagaje cultural que acumulamos y se retroalimenta a través de los productos que consumimos todos los días; al final todo bebe de las mismas ubres.

Para poner un poco en situación, yo romanceé al Emperador y seguí su plan bastante al pie de la letra porque me parecía la posición más lógica con la información (probablemente parcial) que tenía. La realidad es que esperaba que me traicionara con un 99.9% de seguridad. ¿Por qué? Bueno, tenía bastante claro que él era una criatura que estaba por encima de las gilipolleces mortales de los sentimientos y las hormonas alterándonos la química cerebral. Y mi personaje también lo sabía y estaba preparado para tener que actuar frente a ese escenario, muy a pesar de que decidió seguir adelante. Al fin y al cabo, la traición se produciría igual echase un polvo o no. Que le quiten lo bailao' ahora si pueden.

El caso es que… Esta traición no ocurre. Y eso me sorprende y deja un cabo suelto que he decidido yo llenar por mi cuenta ante la ausencia de una respuesta oficial. No es como si no estuviera acostumbrado como escritor de fanfics que soy. Es más, aunque hubiera habido una respuesta oficial, yo habría hecho la mía alternativa porque es como funciona mi cerebro.

Procedo ahora a exponer mi punto.

Por qué no siempre hay finales felices o por qué no siempre tienen que haberlo.

Esta es la parte en la que voy a pasar a defender por qué me parece que esperar un final feliz para todo y todos es simplemente irreal y un poco estúpido.

Los finales son. Simplemente. Felices o tristes depende de la perspectiva con la que los mires. Es más, es hasta cuestionable hablar de "final", cuando las cosas siguen… Continuando. Fluyendo. Es final o principio también dependiendo del observador. Es relativo.

Para este caso, entenderemos como final el término físico y real del juego, es decir, el punto en el que deja de reproducirse la partida. Puede ser el final del juego, pero ninguna de las tramas está terminada per se. O quizás sí, dependiendo si entiendes que algunos murieron y por tanto es el final de sus tramas.

Sea como sea, el final de la vida es así: triste. Es a la vida a la que se va acompañado; a la muerte se acude solo incluso aunque estuvieras dado de la mano o rodeado de un puñado de gente que te quiere. Lo demás es monserga para templar los miedos y hacernos sentir mejor. Esperar otra cosa es absurdo y la culpa una vez más la tiene nuestro bagaje cultural con una profunda y pútrida base religiosa que nos hace creer que hay otra segunda vida mejor después de una primera vida de mierda. Porque pensar que solo hay un viaje parece amargarnos a nosotros, sacos de células cuya función al final del día es… Sobrevivir. Seguir. Continuar. Va contra nuestra propia naturaleza.

Desde esa perspectiva, los finales nunca son buenos porque entrañan que algo acaba.

Por otro lado, entiendo el malestar de alguna gente con que el final sea más abierto de lo que nos tienen acostumbrados los productos audiovisuales. Y sin embargo, no le veo problema. He terminado el juego esta mañana y quiero más. Y lo voy a tener, porque pienso escribir lo que yo creo que pasó para vaciar esta sensación de mi pecho y sacar estas mil ideas de mi cabeza sobre lo que puede pasar después.

Así es que aquí voy a hacer de abogado del diablo y defender la gestión del final de BG3 por parte de Larian: el final ata los cabos sueltos de los conflictos. Los que no se resuelven por nuestra mano terminan de alguna manera:

Astarion si no le dejaste convertirse en Lord Vampiro no resiste el sol. Es el final esperable y lógico. Imagínate tú qué ocurre después. Tu pejota se va con él¿? Decide pasar¿? Eso lo tendrás que contar tú.

Karlach se va al infierno o decide morir por todo lo alto después de salvar la ciudad¿? Eso depende de lo que tú hayas decidido. Que pretendías que sucediera¿? Que la salvara el poder de la amistad¿? Si tienes otra idea, adelante, plantéala tú o imagínala.

El Emperador no responde a pesar de que básicamente te agusanaste el cerebro y dejaste de ser tú (porque algo dejas de ser tú tanto en cuanto que según el canon dejas de tener alma al convertirte el azotamentes) por llevar a cabo su plan al dedillo. Hiciste y deshiciste como él dijo. Tan solo te dice que eres la mejor versión de ti mismo posible. Y estoy de acuerdo: no vine a convertirme en un pulpo a feira andante porque quisiera chuparle los tentáculos al Emperador desde la igualdad anatómica; simplemente quería el poder que había más allá de la mente atrofiada de un ser primitivo e inferior como lo es un ser humano. El juego deja abierto qué tipo de azotamentes serás. Y el Emperador hace lo propio: se va sin decir nada. Porque ahora eres como él y entiendes todo con perspectiva. Eras un medio para un fin. Los sentimientos y los pensamientos son un todo. No hace falta más. Y pensándolo así, todo se entiende mejor. Y, de hecho, es lo más lógico acorde a su personaje: no tiene que seguir tratándome como el bicho sentimentaloide llevado por sus emociones que era; ahora tengo otra perspectiva más cercana a la suya y comprendo el porqué de lo que se hizo. Nadie tiene que explicarme nada más. Y él, menos.

[badmusejail]

How To Interact !

Please don't reblog but I encourage you to create your own!

Let's start with your muse.

--> I have ...   Right off the bat, Mysterio, Major, Gaster, and Rainbow Rocket!Giovanni all travel the multiverse and can interact with almost any muse regardless of who or where they are.  Or if you’re looking for something less serious, Weird Octopus defies all known laws of reality and will find a way to your muse.   Giothornéc can also be found in virtually any environment where magic does or could conceivably have existed some time in the past.

--> I have a muse set in reality as we know it, an urban fantasy setting, or some other reasonable facsimile of earth, such as Marvel, DC, BNHA, etc.   Check out the Modern Verse page. 

--> I have a fantasy muse that doesn’t fit into a modern world.   Check out the Kings and Knights Verse.  This verses is adaptable enough that it can fit into any universe that has a reasonable amount of leeway, but I might not necessarily be familiar with the specifics of your canon, sorry. :(  

--> I have a muse that primarily exists in space or on a non-earth planet, in a world specifically involving space travel, such as Star Wars or Star Trek.   I’m not the most familiar with those two fandoms, but I do have a generic Space Verse.

--> I have a Pokemon muse.   Check out the Pokemon Verse page.  Please note that my takes on these characters are inspired by various canon influences and do not seek to abide by any one canon source.  

--> I have a muse that doesn’t fit any of these categories or has a specific reality / universe that these won’t work with.   You can reach out to me for plotting; if I’m familiar with your fandom I may be able to come up with a verse, if not, it might be up to you to adapt to one of these categories.

How about genres / themes?

I don’t like to ban topics entirely--I fully believe that whether or not a topic is ‘appropriate’ depends on context, how the writer approaches it, and whether its in a public or private space.  

That being said, the one exception is any sexual activity that isn’t between two consenting adults.  It’s fine if this occurs in the background of a thread or in the history of a character, but I have no intention of writing it explicitly with my muses.  

Virtually everything outside of that is fair game; including torture, injury, illness, mental illness, suicide, self-harm, murder, death, kidnapping, drugs, alcohol, pregnancy, infidelity, bullying, bigotry, etc.  These topics will be tagged if they come up in detail, and I will check your rules regarding said topics before introducing them.    

It’s not easy to make me squeamish or uncomfortable with RP topics and it’s unlikely that anything you suggest will do so.  

This includes the other side as well, fluff, romance, casual friendship, comedy, etc. are all fine.

In other words, I’m open to most anything and eagerly accept any ideas you may have.

That being said, I’m not the best at adversarial relationships; even though some of my muses are villains, I find those relationships tricky to roleplay as most likely my muse would either just kill / imprison yours (Ozai, Oak) or appear and disappear too quickly for any development to occur (Giovanni).  Enemies-to-lovers is not a strong suit of mine; but theoretically possible in the right scenario; namely political/otherwise non-violent enemies.  

In general, I do prefer long-term plots of friendship, but for drama I will most likely I will recommend an NPC third party that our muses can team up against, or internal conflict between muses.  

What’s the best way to start interacting with you?

There are four very simple questions that can kickstart any interaction.  

Does my muse know anything about yours?

How many times, if any, have they spoken in the past?

Where are they?

(Optionally) Why are they talking?

The part where I think a lot of people get tripped up is that these answers don’t have to be complicated.  “They’re talking for the first time, they don’t know anything about each other, and they’re having a passing conversation on the street” is a completely valid answer.  

But I need this context in order to figure out how my character will react to a situation--or there’s a decent chance I’ll panic and drop the ask/thread.  I don’t have an issue with memes themselves, but I do struggle with the lack of context.  It’d much, much easier on me if you answer these simple questions.

Some other answers that are perfectly valid:

“They’ve met a few times and know some basic facts about each other and are meeting for coffee.”

“One muse fell out of a portal and landed in front of the other muse--who may know some version of them but not this version.”

“They’re coworkers that know each others name but are having a real conversation for the first time.”

“They knew each other twenty-some years ago and are just now meeting again--but things have changed.”

Etc.

I’m all for both plotting and winging it interactions--but, seriously, those four questions are lifesaving when it comes to initiating interaction between two muses.  

You’re more than welcome to send a meme, an unprompted ask, a DM, tag me in a starter, or add me on Discord: FlourTheCat

Or if you want me to just figure something out?  Send something from my starter call.  It’s always open.  

How about some specific plots?

I have a variety of muses and I’m more than happy to mix and match who I’m writing with, or write with more than one muse at a time, and I encourage you to do the same!  Truthfully, if you think one of your muses that I don’t know would work or if you want to try an AU but don’t have much developed for it, I’m more than willing to just give things a shot and see where they go.  

Feel free to send in the [bracketed] text for a starter in that scenario.  Please note that these are specific to my muses because, well...they’re my muses!  If there’s something you’re interested in specific to your muse, please let me know!

More to be added as I find the time.  

Modern Verse 

[TRUST] -- Your muse has known Giovanni for some time; albeit not of his criminal activities.  This is fine.  Right?

Pokémon Verse

[SUSPECT] -- Interpol suspects your muse of some crime and Peter is being friendly with them, trying to find evidence.  Whether or not your muse is actually guilty is up to you. [INCARCERATED] --  Similar to the previous, Interpol has captured your muse, and Peter is assigned to their care and observation.  Again, whether or not your muse is actually guilty is up to you.  

Kings and Knights Verse

[LOYALTY] -- Your muse is a visiting royal / noble / etc. that King Oak thinks needs to be watched over, so he sends his most loyal Knight, Giovanni, to ensure they behave.

SciFi Verse

[REFUGEES] -- Our muses have crash-landed on a foreign planet.  This isn’t exactly abnormal, but why does it seem like the ship was sabotaged?  

Muse Specific Plots

[FALLEN] -- Your muse has ended up in Peter’s canonical universe.  It’s fine, they’re used to this, they can get you home, it just might take 1-3 years.  

Other/Generic Plots

[doved-icelebrity]

“My Octopus Teacher” Tales of Deep-sea Dreams, Life, and Love

A meditation on patience and the incomprehensible beauty of the marine dimension. “My Octopus Teacher” highlights the importance of noticing one’s surroundings and expressing true appreciation for nature. Documentary filmmaking explores the underwater forest and beckons viewers to dive deeply within themselves . This documentary highlights the need to consider the relationship between human and nature and the impacts that individuals have on aquatic ecosystems. Throughout the portrayal of an unlikely relationship, viewers are urged to ponder themes of self-reflection, empathy, and the interconnection of all living / loving beings. The impact that each of us can have on the world around us is immense and the first step to a brighter future begins with us. Inspiration and intuition are pieces of us that must be honored. Individuals contain unlimited potential and possibility that is so often blocked by our fears of the unknown. However, the unknown could be a beautiful thing.

Craig Foster, a documentary filmmaker, spends a year of his life away from his usual world. He spends each day diving into the sea and exploring a new universe. Foster meets an Octopus and feels called to her, meeting her each day, waiting for her, studying her, and learning from her. The Octopus endures an entire life, and we view it in stunning technicolor. The visuals within this film are overwhelmingly gorgeous, creating a watercolor romance. Foster connects his own life and experience to the Octopus and contrasts the psychological / developmental differences and comparisons. Focusing on themes of emotional intelligence and the fragile / impermanent facets of reality, this film is a rich tribute to nature.

The profound, precious experiences shown within “My Octopus Teacher” through magnificent underwater filmmaking showcase the capacity for meaningful connection within each creature. This film is an adventure in hope, discovery, and trust. These bonds that bring all life on this earth together are so often overlooked and dismissed, considered unnecessary or impossible. But the work is worthwhile, despite the vast effort required. What can we learn from one another? What worlds exist within us and around us that we hardly acknowledge? If we explore experiences deeply rather than widely, what can we find? An evolution of contemplation and understanding expands throughout this visual storytelling journey.

Octopuses do not live long lives by human standards, and due to this the importance of each day throughout this journey becomes all the more profound. Craig Foster spent around 80% of this specific Octopus’s life visiting her, exploring the details of her life, earning her trust, learning her ways. Though all lives and all loves must come to an end, the experience does not lose meaning due to its brevity. The ending of a story is a necessary part. We must move through the endings of chapters, and keep moving. In spite of this inevitability, it is our duty to protect one another while we are granted the gift of life.

Foster shines a light on an often unseen part of our reality. It is a moving documentary that creates opportunity for deep insight. The bond forged between Foster and the Octopus is felt by the viewers, a relationship between a creature and their human is remarkably special. It is a dynamic that does not need words, yet teaches us so many valuable life lessons. The very fact that two creatures of such vastly different realms of life can connect is enough to bring anyone to tears. This film presents a rare glimpse of the world in which these intelligent creatures exist as well as the worlds in which they individually contain. Viewers are stuck by the octopus’s ability to trust, learn, adapt, and emote. Octopuses and creatures in general are humanized in this sense and this develops a more palpable human-creature connection.

The documentary brings attention to the intricacy and importance of the marine environment and the life within it that we can consider our neighbors. Though often overlooked, these creatures contain worlds of their own and require the same respect that we all deserve. “My Octopus Teacher” is a call for appreciation and awareness for marine biodiversity. The audience is inspired to advocate for the protection of these sweet, sensitive, silent creatures. In learning about the wealth of intelligence and emotion contained within each of these underwater societies, viewers are left to reevaluate their part in protecting our oceans. The urgency of climate change affects us all, and there are creatures that can not help in the same ways that humans are able to. We must speak up and stand up for them.

Personally, I found this to be a deeply moving message contained within a remarkably pretty parallel universe. I am an avid animal appreciator, and I find the bond between creature and human to be capable of teaching the most profound truths. I am constantly learning from animals, from pets to pigeons, the universe expands each time I stop to listen to the silence they provide me. I have complicated personal feelings about whether or not we should enter another creature’s habitat, but I believe that in order to tell this tale it was a necessity. The visuals are jaw dropping, the soundtrack is delightful, and the documentary as a whole resulted in heartwarming heartbreaking perfection. I am always deeply pleased to learn about the intricacies and intelligence contained within the soul of another creature, octopuses are profoundly special and I am grateful that they got to swim in the spotlight here.

“My Octopus Teacher” received significant acclaim within the film industry. The positive recognition received for this deeply touching story set an example for documentary filmmakers. This documentary shows us in full glory that one can tell an important story about nature and environmental advocacy and be sincerely heard and greatly appreciated. The director of the documentary, Pippa Ehrlich, sets a positive precedent for female filmmakers and gender inclusivity within documentary filmmaking and the cinematic universe at large. The positive impacts that follow critical acclaim and a wider audience viewing a touching portrayal of the fleeting beauty of nature are vast. More viewers being awakened to the world in which we live and urged to fight for the voiceless results in more of a chance for us to care for our oceans and our planet.

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Discover the Enchantment of Santorini: A Dreamy Escape

Nestled in the heart of the Aegean Sea lies a paradise like no other – Santorini Island. With its iconic whitewashed buildings, cobalt blue domes, and breathtaking sunsets that paint the sky in hues of pink and orange, Santorini is a destination straight out of a postcard.

Step foot onto its shores, and you'll instantly feel transported to a realm of tranquility and beauty. Wander through the narrow streets of its charming villages, where bougainvillea vines cascade down the walls and quaint cafes beckon you to sit and savor the moment.

One of the island's most beloved spots is Oia, renowned for its stunning vistas and romantic ambiance. Watch as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the caldera and igniting the sky in a fiery spectacle that will leave you spellbound.

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For those seeking adventure, Santorini offers plenty of opportunities to explore its natural wonders. Embark on a scenic hike along the rugged coastline, where rugged cliffs meet the azure waters below. Or, take to the seas and cruise around the island, stopping to swim in hidden coves and soak up the Mediterranean sun.

Foodies will delight in Santorini's culinary scene, which boasts a tantalizing array of fresh seafood, locally sourced produce, and traditional Greek dishes. Indulge in a leisurely meal at a seaside taverna, where you can feast on grilled octopus, creamy fava dip, and mouthwatering souvlaki, all paired with a crisp glass of Assyrtiko wine.

Whether you're seeking romance, adventure, or simply a chance to unwind in paradise, Santorini has something for everyone. So pack your bags, leave your worries behind, and embark on a journey to this enchanting island – where dreams become reality and memories are made to last a lifetime.

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Ripples cascade from strands of hair.

They had let him go as soon as she felt herself falling into a new place. She let out an almost gasp, as though for a split second there was a little, nonexistent shard of fear in her eyes. She was never really fond of———

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Particularly not in the arms or inky talons of someone she had feelings for. Put an octopus's tendrils instead of the feathers. What made a difference? It would be thrown off rather fast, any unease about the situation concealed by a lack of words that would prevent any memory analogies.

Sacrilegious ritual offering that is hypocritical. Daggers and slabs. Is this how it felt then?

It drew her attention to the stage set, and she snapped back to reality. Behind the velvet drapes, a different scene. Well, did not he wish to indulge in those tiny fancies he mentioned? She would consent to it...Until eventually everything would move beneath him like a magician tugging a tablecloth, that is, at least temporarily. It wasn’t as elegant as one would wish, and some plates crashed on the floor.

In due time.

In due time.

Stopwatch in counting.

At some point, the Bell Tower would ring in protest.

It was fortunate for him to have been handed this at all. Always pushing and poking in an exploratory manner to discover the results. Was this how he envisioned romance? Like a psychiatrist in a prison for the most dangerous offenders—the clinically insane—she would see this as a chronic, lingering mental process.

" How audacious he is, huh? Oh, how audacious. " The sea's damp rum, her chest trembling from the constant punctures that kept her wounds open, slicking and dancing with the laudanum that kept her ROTTEN. Maybe even as little as a touch may cause something akin to menthol burns while her blackness painted his beloved slaughter table in a puddle from friction.

Previously been here, generally for a lecture or static-tuned private concert, but in a different capacity. There were moments when their relationship did not feel forced to fit into predetermined categories of who or what they were. A master at selecting the appropriate music for the right audience, Surprise would wave over Dark Maiden while he was careful not to flip the incorrect switches.

Even with the singer.

But for once, the guide does not object. To give him a chance, a small taste of what he really wanted, just for once. Perhaps it was fair, but their hidden union was anything but at this point in history. Not to mention, it seemed familiar to her, the nurturing of mother's blood in comparable ways. Something that was nearly as soothing as the acrid warmth of sludge-like coffee coursing down his throat.

So the song would grow stronger in melodious purr as she curled along with him, taking in the strangeness of pleasure? Smaller in the danger area, attracting attention as she closed her legs by folding them over one another when his touch reached her chest despite the clear leakage coating the appendage gliding against her almost squishing it with her thighs until it'd pop. What was he to do when the shadows cooperated with her? Revered her above him? Just a little reminder, Mister Alastor, to take note.

A taunt with her own anatomy.

Perhaps she'd still humor the idea of allowance of him entering her in a different way over between his claws, shredding her apart, or being one with her blood. A few nightmares were liabilities to the razor-sharp spines inside her; at the very least, they would grow back.

" How do your teeth and a blade vary from each other? Covert completion? I would hate to let you down with phony cries. "