#also face reveal i guess....? 👉👈

[dzozef-art]

art vs artist (because i finally posted 8 whole drawings on here !!)

[marsprincess889]

Pro tip when trying to guess someone's placements, esp when you wanna know the ascendant:

✨👉YONI ANIMALS👈✨

that's it.

But seriously, impressions can be deceptive. In my experience, yoni animals are the easiest way to guess correctly. Different nakshatras with the same yoni animal can be eerily similar in appearance and "vibes".

Also nakshatra pairs(purva and uttaras) can have similarities too. And btw, don't forget rashi placements and any planets conjunct luminaries and asc. Combine these factors and you can find nakshatras the most similar to a chart that it might not even have.

So, before you decide on a placement, you might want to consider the whole chart and all its major factors. You can play with associations because they often manifest that way, you might never be sure how something from the chart might show on the outside unless you observe and intuitively contemplate real life examples.

I'll give you a nice example. I've always though I had something Purva Phalguni-ish in me. I have that nakshatra nowhere. BUT I have a Venus nakshatra(Bharani moon) and a Phalguni nakshatra(Uttara Phalguni Ascendant), both of which describe Purva Phalguni. I also always admired and "got" Shatabhishas, even though I don't have that nakshatra anywhere neither. I do have Sun tightly conjunct Saturn and Rahu(Shatabhisha's rashi and nakshatra lords) though.

"Yoni" means "origin" and I think that once you contemplate on a nakshatra and its natives, its nature will just reveal itself to you. Yoni animals are truly so simplistic, in a pure way. Cow yonis do have cow eyes. Sheep yonis do have compact but soft features. Cat yonis have prominent cheekbones and cat eyes. Elephant yonis have protruding years, higher cheekbones and a soft, deep expression. Lion yonis have square-ish faces and strong, blunter features.

Yoni animals of all placements do show on a person's face, but moon, ascendant and sun always show the most.

But mainly, to truly understand the essence and the nature of nakshatras and yoni animals, I think it's important that everyone forms a personal understanding of them over time while avoiding delusion as much as possible. Instead of relying on popular labels that have become associated with nakshatras, I'd urge anyone to observe personally and gain experiential knowledge about whatever they're trying to understand.

There's always new things to discover about nakshatras. Don't rob yourself and others of that insight by repeating old narratives. There's also the posts that say new things with questionable or nonexistent proof/arguments and that's what I call irresponsibility and/or delusion.

This turned into a rant but am I wrong though?

And now, the part that no one asked for😭 but an interesting one nevertheless...

And btw, I might as well say this: I think there is no way on earth Anya Taylor-Joy is Bharani ascendant(she has revealed that her ascendant is in tropical Taurus, which includes Ashwini, Bharani and Krittika). She's U. Bhadra moon and Ashwini Sun for context.

A recent post on here has made a comparison to Bharani natives and their elvish appearance but look.

Look, Bharani does look elvish but so does Uttara Bhadrapada(her moon), in a different way. This is why relying purely on labels might lead ro errors. She wears her hair and sometimes dresses in an ethereal way. And there is slight bharani influence in her(her mercury) but I clearly see Krittika in her. I clearly see the solar sharpness and the sheep yoni essence.

🐑☀️🐏🔪

Here are some bharani natives, for comparison:

Claire Holt, Gaia Weiss, Isabel Lucas. All Bharani moon

Bharani's features and softness are deep and strong. Krittika is sharper and more compact.

So yeah, I am not calling anyone out, I just wanted to state my opinion on her placement while I was at it.

Let me know your thoughts p o l i t e l y and r e s p e c t f u l l y .

Have a great time 💕

[megistusdiary]

Hi again LMAO

Can i request a gentle dom sampo eating out reader to help her destress from her studies??👉👈

i hope he comes home to you soon😔😔

With love, Cait Someone you dont know

omg hey ~ 🤭 sorry i disappeared for a few days there, everyone. chemistry is hard ‼️

i also hope sampo comes home. i saw his attack recently with the chocolate box or whatever and also his wink....panties? dropped.

wouldn't it be nice to have someone come relieve all the stress from studying... also this turned out long bc plot

gentle-dom!sampo x fem!(anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni!

oral (reader receiving), praise, sampo asking natasha for sex advice, gripping the hips (real), sampo is stronger than reader (enough to hold you still 😏), fluff and some after-care at the end!

"guess who's here?~" sampo called out, pushing the door closed with his hip and kicking his shoes off to the side.

when you didn't respond immediately, sampo tossed his hair to the side, taking in a deep breath. "i said, 'guess who's here?' it's a real surprise!" sampo grinned, sneaking around the corner towards the couch.

he jumped out, eyebrows furrowing when he realized you weren't sitting (even sleeping!) there. aeons...

sampo called out again for you before he heard frustrated paper crumpling from your room. "aha!"

sampo came barreling in, pushing your door open and scaring the shit out of you when you saw his shadow before you saw him.

the way you nearly jumped out of your skin had him doubling over. "that's right! it's me, the amazing, sampo koski! and i brought you," he paused to reveal a singular ruby-red rose, "a gift!"

it took him a moment to realize what was going on before he faltered, seeing crumpled up papers at your feet and books stacked a mile high on your desk.

"you're still studying? it's after dinner time. have you eaten yet?" sampo suddenly kneeled down next to you, laying the rose on your desk in favor of taking your hands instead.

"sampo, it's fine, i'm fine! really-"

"not acceptable!" he shook his head, wagging a finger in your face and pulling you up.

"i'm really not hungry, i just need to finish this."

you could see sampo pouting as you slumped back into the chair.

"won't you at least take a break and spend some time with me?" sampo whined when he sat back down by your feet, leaning his chin on your thigh.

"you're not a puppy."

"but aren't i as cute as one?" he gave you the biggest eyes he could manage, watching your lips quirk up as you shook your head at him.

"okay, okay." you turned to gather all your papers in a stack, standing up and kicking your failed notes into a pile. before you could pick them up, sampo was already collecting them in his arms.

"allow me!" he smiled up at you, dumping everything into the bin beside your bed.

"helpful and sweet, how did i get so lucky?" you mused, sitting on your bed, patting the spot next to you.

sampo, taking liberties, of course, flopped onto your bed on his stomach, rolling to rest his head on your lap. you carded your fingers through his hair, feeling him snuggle further into your thigh.

"what's got you so worked up anyways?" he questioned as you sighed deeply.

"school stuff. i've been studying some of these concepts for hours, but it doesn't even matter. i still don't get it."

"why don't you let me take your mind off of it for a little?" sampo suggested, looking up at you with a cheeky smirk as you scoffed at him.

"don't even-"

"i'm being one-hundred percent serious!" he rushed to sit up, almost knocking you in the jaw. "come on! let me make you feel good~"

"okay-" within seconds, sampo had you resting against the pillows on your bed, already peeling off your shorts. "woah, someone's eager."

"i've been thinking about this all day. you know, i was asking natasha about this stuff and i really think i've got the hang of it now."

your eyes widened, processing exactly what he meant. "sampo, have you been telling natasha about our sex life?"

sampo froze, fingers hovering over the waistband of your panties. "...was i not supposed to? you don't have anything to worry about! miss natasha is a doctor, after all."

you groaned, covering your face with embarrassment.

"i promise it'll feel good." sampo tugged your underwear down. you watched him fling the piece of cloth somewhere across the room, spreading your thighs and holding them down against you.

you felt shy, face heating up as he exposed you completely. he leaned down, hair tickling your thighs as he kissed your clit tenderly. your hands moved down, gripping his hair when he slid his tongue across your pussy.

little noises slipped out from your lips as he circled your clit, sucking on it gently every so often. mumbles of his name and whines came out as you shifted around, though to no avail beneath sampo's iron grip.

"good, so good-" sampo groaned into you, feeling you shiver from the vibrations.

you felt his tongue prod at your hole, circling around and collecting the slick, pressing in and feeling you clench around his tongue. your thighs trembled beneath his hands, feeling him holding you down firmly.

he moved back up to play with your clit, using the tip of his tongue to trace out the letters of his name and then yours as your soft moans turned into more breathy whimpers and cries.

he pressed you down further, exposing your pussy more for him as he breathed heavily against you, fingers twitching against your skin. "you're pretty like this. i like it when you're relaxed and enjoying yourself. you deserve a break." he cooed into you, trailing wet and messy kisses across your thighs.

"you think so?" you laughed, wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes.

"mhm," he nodded against you. "working too hard."

"oh- i'm sorry!" your hands pulled at his hair, hips jumping up against his grip when he played with you just right, pulling you closer against his lips.

your hearing began to turn fuzzy as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut as he mumbled something against you again, feeling vibrations course through your body as your orgasm built. "please..." you muttered, moving one hand up to grip the sheets as he sped up his actions.

sampo kept going, doing exactly what miss natasha told him to. he trusted her fully, glad that he went to her for guidance as you trembled underneath him now. he liked seeing you like this, away from your work and enjoying yourself for once. you were too cute, he thought to himself.

as soon as your orgasm hit, you twisted your fingers into your hair, riding it out as he collected the dripping slick from your hole.

you relaxed onto the bed, twisting your body when he continued to lap at your pussy. "sampo- hey, no more, ah-" you lightly batted at the crown of his head, feeling him pull away reluctantly.

"so...was it good?"

you laughed, feeling exhausted as your eyes closed against your will. "yeah...really good.."

sampo grinned, leaving briefly to grab a damp cloth, cleaning you up before depositing you into your bed. "a little nap is good once in a while." he decided aloud.

he tapped your shoulder quickly, watching you tiredly open your eyes. "i'm going to go get you something to eat. you stay here and sleep a little, okay?"

"don't have to tell me twice." you mumbled, rolling over and burying yourself into your blankets, drifting off into a peaceful, dream-filled sleep.

[poewritesgayshit]

Only God knows if you're still taking requests-- but how do you feel about a Fyolai+Sigma where Nikolai convinces Sigma that they should Noncon Fyodor? It can start as Noncon and end with all parties really into it, lol. I leave it to your creative genius, Poe. I just want to see Fyodor bottoming for both of them and hating how much he is enjoying it for a change lol. Mindbreak is also a cute detail if you want. Hope you consider it! 💖💖

↪ ⋆ ▫ ∙ we're what killed the dinosaurs | fyosiglai request 🎉 ∙ ▫ ⋆ ↩

word count: 1.4 k. mostly pwp

description:

Sigma is tired of Nikolai's games, even if the point of this one is to make everyone get along. But he'll play fair. After all, this is the first time Nikolai's used this type of method. (An aphrodisiac that works as a slow-acting poison? Is he serious?) Yeah... Sigma knows everyone can survive this one. So he'll do what he can, even if it means doing something he really shouldn't do.

contains: most of the above and also

fuck or die

fyodor is in a non-speaking role; he is completely restrained and subdued. i wasn't sure how to write sigma being in the more dominant role without nikolai having a very heavy hand in things

trans masc sigma, also trans masc sigma taking dick without protection and getting creampied

notes: hey nonnie thank u for the request! this was actually my first one, can you believe it? and i hope this wasnt too long of a wait! my whole family had covid and i was running a fever. ill crosspost to ao3 once i stop fucking around on discord and get around to it 👉👈 hope u like it

edit: ao3 link is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/52099318

The last thing Sigma saw before he passed out was the spine of the library book he'd just checked out toppling to the floor next to him. The first thing he saw when he woke up was Nikolai's face.

"Welcome, Sigma! Welcome! Want to play a game?" Nikolai was glowing. Sigma resisted the urge to sock him square in the jaw because he was in survival mode now, and survival mode meant he needed to keep all his fingers.

"I'm not at the library," Sigma said, phrasing it as a statement instead of a question, and Nikolai's face lit up.

"Ding ding ding! Cor-rect! Now, for ten additional points, guess where you are!"

Sigma was not playing his game.

"Probably some warehouse in Yokohama somewhere," Sigma said, because the lights were off, and he couldn't really see, and he was so lightheaded that what he could see wasn't helping much. But after letting his eyes adjust, he realized that the lights wouldn't help. Nikolai had covered every surface with dark green fabric, fabric so thick that he couldn't tell one surface from another.

"That is…" Nikolai paused. "In-correct! Want to buy a vowel?" He ripped the fabric off of what appeared to be a large chalkboard, where the partially-written words 'L - - -  H - - - -' were spelled in permanent marker, along with a half-drawn hangman figure.

Sigma was about to tell Nikolai off for being childish, but then, it hit him all at once, and he stood up… then fell over again, after realizing how weak he really was.

"Nikolai, am I in a love hotel?"

"Whoa! You're pretty smart, Sigma!" Nikolai fanned himself with a paper fan that he'd pulled out of nowhere, and then snapped it shut, tilting Sigma's chin up with its edge. "But you weren't able to figure out that we aren't the only ones in this room."

With a flourish, he ripped the green velvet off of a loveseat in the middle of the room, to reveal Fyodor Dostoevsky. He was bound and gagged, naked, with his legs tied apart. He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, as if he was feverish, and he looked just as weak as Sigma felt.

"The aphrodisiac I administered to both of you is also a slow-acting poison. 'The effects can be delayed by sexual release…' at least that's what it says here on the bottle." Nikolai tossed a glass bottle over his shoulder. "I have enough antidote for both of you, but first, I want you to compete in another game with me~"

"I've had enough of your games," Sigma said, the furious words dropping from his lips before he could hold his tongue.

"But, Sigma, dear, don't you want to live?" Nikolai asked, and then, he kissed him.

It was true. Sigma wanted to live.

Nikolai's lips didn't feel repulsive—at least, Sigma didn't want to instinctively jerk away when Nikolai wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and held him still. Maybe it was the fact that the aphrodisiac had already taken effect, or the fact that he was scared of him. But Sigma didn't want to move.

From across the room, Fyodor watched them with sharp eyes.

"You know, I was so relieved when you both made it out okay. I thought I might have been broken, because I wasn't supposed to feel that way. When I'm no longer tied to anyone or anything, I truly have free will—or at least, that's what I thought. You see, I've grown attached to you, too, Sigma. I was grieving for you, too. And when I found out you were also okay, I ran as quickly as I could to see you. So, I thought, 'why don't we all celebrate? Instead of killing each other… why don't we all try to survive instead? By showing each other some love… isn't that right?' " Nikolai said.

Sigma felt ill. "So you want to watch me and Fyodor fucking? Is that what you're trying to say?"

"Oh, no no no, you don't need to use that kind of language~ But if you insist~ you might want to do it soon. He's been waiting here for a long time, you know. In ten minutes, he'll pass out~ Thirty minutes until organ failure will start, and in forty-five minutes, he'll become incontinent. Within two hours, if I don't forcibly administer the antidote, he'll die, and even if I do, he won't be able to stand without mobility aids. Should I go on?" Nikolai continued to monologue. He clearly had this all planned out.

Sigma stared at Dostoevsky, tied up in his chair. Fyodor looked pathetic. He was a sobbing wreck—he must be in immense pain, too. Sigma blinked, and Nikolai must have removed all of the cloth that was covering the tables in that split second, because they lay bare, covered with BDSM paraphernalia, vibrators, condoms and lube, even knives and scissors.

Sigma, without thinking, stood up and approached Fyodor.

Once he got there, his knees gave way, and he just… collapsed on top of him. And Sigma stayed there, his head buried in the crook of his neck, rutting his arousal against Fyodor's.

Fyodor was smaller than he was, but Sigma didn't think he was going to crush him. Sigma realized that he'd been undressed in his sleep—this feels like a dream, Sigma thought, listening to Fyodor's pathetic whines as he rubbed his clit up against the head of his cock. He realized, without acknowledging it fully, that he was making just as much noise as Fyodor was, and that somehow, he was so wet that he could just… slide Fyodor right inside of him. And he did just that, acting on impulse and sinking all the way down so Fyodor's cockhead could nudge against his cervix.

 What happens if he cums in me? 

This thought felt like it was happening in a distant memory as Sigma fucked himself hard on Fyodor's shaft. Fyodor screamed through his gag and he figured the other man might have already finished… but he must have thought too soon. A glance over his shoulder revealed that Nikolai had his cape draped over his lap and was playing with something in between his thighs. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he had buried in that cape, and where it had ended up. Sure enough, Fyodor's sobs of overstimulation were because Nikolai had buried himself up to the root and was painfully teasing his prostate.

Sigma, feeling a little bit bad for him, cupped Fyodor's face and kissed along his jaw as he struggled in his grip. Fyodor looked like he was close to an orgasm, but Sigma hadn't gotten anywhere near his own. Sure enough, he shuddered in Sigma's arms, and Sigma felt him release inside. The morning after pill wasn't easy to acquire, and he was already trying to figure out if he'd have better luck just going to Yosano—but suddenly, as he was dismounting, something stopped his train of thought.

When Sigma tried to get up, Nikolai blocked his way. He was behind him, holding him still. He wrapped a hand around his neck, and that was when Sigma screamed. But Nikolai wasn't trying to kill him. He removed his hand as soon as Sigma relaxed and slid back down, filling himself once again. Then, he... grabbed his hips, lifting him and slamming him down. Nikolai went one step further than that, wrapping one hand underneath each of his thighs and using all his strength to pick him up. picking him up. He was manhandling him and sliding him up and down on Fyodor's cock—It felt unbelievably good, better than anything Sigma could do on his own. He then pressed something into Sigma's hand, then guided his hand down and against his cunt. It was a vibrator, something Sigma had never bought or used before. And when he switched it on, the stimulation plus whatever Nikolai was doing to him made him want to cry. Sigma sobbed, burying his head in Fyodor's shoulder as Nikolai helped his friend use his body as a living fleshlight. He didn't even realize that he was having an orgasm until three minutes into his second one. The buildup was just as intense as the climax itself, and his body just kept going, spasming, sandwiched in between Fyodor and Nikolai for what seemed like hours.

Sigma was only aware that he had passed out when he woke up. Nikolai must have done something while he was distracted; because this wasn't a normal occurrence for him, not in the slightest.

"The antidote," he managed, his mouth dry. Nikolai, lying in bed next to him, perked up when he heard him say it.

"Oh, the antidote~ It's all done! I gave it to you while you slept!" Nikolai said, with the same cadence as if he was telling Sigma he had a birthday present he hadn't given to him yet.

"...Where's Fyodor?" Sigma asked, then, the words crowding behind his lips before he said them as if he didn't want to set them free.

"He's in the other room. He asked for you. Do you want to see him again?" Nikolai said, and he was all sparkles and hearts and glitter and fire.

Sigma was smoke, he was dust, he was ash. He felt like he would blow away in the wind.

"I don't."

[grokebaby]

Hiiii Me again <3 Could we have crumbs of Grandefel maybe 🥺👉👈 would love to know more about herrrrr. Angle of all time. Id like to know anything tbh but just as a prompt to get you started, how did you come up with her design ?? Its super interesting and I really love the colorssz

Hiiiii<3 (twirls my halo) she is so THE. My poor.. Intended protagonist girlboss..

Oh boy her design? Let's say she really grew into it. Like the earliest art of her I have is sso ugly I'm sorry Grande but I did not have a handle on that thang. She had such Pug vibes. I think this'll be an interesting post?

This is the beginning of it all. Unfortunately I don't have a super insightful answer to how I came up wi her, bc the Og* angels were literally me going HeeHoo with a pencil. (*Certain specific angels I designed in relative succession to each other before I had a handle on how I want to design angels. The so called Ogs are Lamera, ZZZ, J'aimekiel, Grandefel, Kxxxtr, Ngah and Combfa. Everyone after this was designed a notable amount of time later and with much more "process" to them)

I have some thoughts but it's fuzzy and vague? Okay. So I thought I should definitely do one lion (esque?) at least bc *points at old religious art of angels* and they just have those Vibes to me, ykno? I associate angels with certain things that I try to employ in the story's characters (to an extent). Grandefels vibes were.. Guardian, maybe a tad like a sphynx, just ykno, a huge feline statue like entity who guards something and is like a scary immovable force ig? I wanted some ethereal aspects to it, and lots of teeth (hers aren't visible here but the whole underside of her body opens up to a huge ass mouth with teeth everywhere). Now, initially I was gonna have her hair be lilac but turn bright blue in some situations but I WAAAY preferred the blue on her. She's supposed to have Blue flames mixed with galaxy vibes. Like if blue flames were a puddle and that puddle was a lion's mane. And it was all. Cool and semi-physical

Onto how her design adjusted overtime.

I think most firstly I stopped drawing the grooves on her body that would open up to reveal the Teeth, I mean I do still allude to them vaguely but I figured the way I was doing it at first looked kinda.. Eugh? Another thing I quickly started changing was her hair texture. Originally I wanted it to be completely straight and smooth and flowing but it looked way more interesting and more galaxy esque with it being bubbly and cloudy. I guess my initial thought was that I wanted it to look like it was flowing out of her head? Like some water?

^water vibes

Getting there

Galaxy vibes^

(This anthro drawing also demonstrates the way I nowadays moreso "allude" to her hidden mouth but the anthro version here isn't too close to Canon otherwise since I gave her face an actual normal mouth too lol)

Oh yes, and the crown is another major change!

I think my first notable adjustment was made here (note also the flowy hair). If gotten an amino commission (No money, just amino coins lol) of her and really liked the way the artist drew her crown so I took after that and started slowly changing it. It took me a while to be satisfied with, though. In the very beta version, it was supposed to be like a ring/circle. If you look at the older drawings up there, you can see that one horn is meant to be drawn on the "front" and the other behind. It's like if you looked at her from straight up, you'd see the three dimensionality of it, being more like an actual halo instead of one solid headgarment. I do still really like this idea, however I just think it looks better as it is now. I also had a fair bit of finagling with the side horns, frankly I always found them ugly so I'm finally happy with how they look (just realising I haven't drawn her in a bit, so, the anthro pic is the most accurate to her current design if we ignore the uh.. Anthro-ness lol)

One more thing! You don't see her halo too often in these, but it's intended to be drawn tilted. It's not straight (just like her), and tilts a bit down on one side. In universe this is kinda viewed as an imperfection and she used to be ashamed of it. The irl explanation for it was that it couldn't fit straight between the horns, with the way I'd formed the crown, and so I kept it that her halo just is that way! It fits oddly between her crown and I think that's neat!

Apparently on that last picture I decided to draw the halo straight, though? Cringe... :/

Now if you'll excuse me this post made me want to make more art of her

[tiredassmage]

can we hear more about in dreams, hopes to die... 👉👈 those lines are so tasty..

CHOMPING AT THE BIT, AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!

Would you believe me if I reveal that this snippet is from the same piece? It's obviously an overall not very good time kind of piece, so I felt a tiny bit bad about it for once and decided to throw Tyr a bone. Valkorian and Tyr's own conga line of bad times couldn't be the only thing in five years worth of dreams, I figured, lol.

Also, that very scene is where the banger In the dark, it’s easier to hide and easier to tell the truth came from, lol.

Don't get too excited though because that's... very short. And also it's mentally set to Eyelids by PVRIS, so uh. It still punches me in the face.

Eventually I'll hopefully throw him another bone and give him and Theron's time on Rishi or Yavin IV a little pass because I'd like to think Theron's at least a little right and something came up. And stars know Tyr needs a fuckin' break, good gods almighty anlkfdnafldsf. Says she who continues to put that man in Situation after Situation after Situa-

And it was very hard to stop at just the first line for that initial post because the three lines that follow it are the meat and potatoes of what is currently the opening sequence of what I hope will eventually be a coherent fic. Or at least kinda coherent. It's still a very nebulous piece and I kinda like that, so I might not really do much more setup because it seems fitting that there wouldn't be a lot of setup and transition in something like the carbonite dreams era.

And, perhaps unsurprisingly given the nature of the setup of that chapter, but a lot of these scenes flirt with the concept of death. Tyr's dangerous dedication to "finishing the job" isn't anything new to those of us who have been here a while, lol, but this is a good character study piece if you're newer to my favorite blorbo, though it's an undeniably heavy one and obviously a bit fucky and nebulous by nature.

Also, fair warning, yes I'm giving you lines, but also I am going to give you a ramble and a half about Tyr lore because this is the piece I'm stuffing some juicy tick-tock workings into because I realized it was good for that and I love my boy so much, he's so fucked up. I love him though.

Anyway, I teased, so the next three lines of that scene, as foretold beneath the cut:

At first, it’s a firing squad. Mud cakes their boots and the rain pelts heavy on worn, drawn faces.

Tyr pushes to his feet unsteadily. A flash of lighting breaks overhead, glancing off of leveled blasters and hollowed eyes.

It will end as it should: without a soul remembering his name. He’d prefer it that way.

Okay, so... this is also not necessarily a piece I intended to write, but I realized there is... almost no better place to do a deep dive into some of the things that tick inside of Tyr that maybe aren't best portrayed in dialogue alone. This also wasn't meant to be in present tense, but it didn't feel right in past, so I ended up caving and that's... been a theme of the week, I guess, lol.

This is also like. I always chuckle a bit in that scene from Visions in the Dark later where Valkorian threatens you to meet his challenge and grow stronger or die alone and unremembered because wouldn't that just be ideal for a former Cipher. Wasn't that how the story was supposed to end? He didn't ask for your bullshit, grandpa.

There's currently two other scenes I have - they're all relatively short as I try to keep with that sort of drifting feeling. But the other one that might [Large Eyes Emoji] be of... relevant interest...

What’s been done has already been done. It doesn’t matter what it was. Maybe it won’t matter to anyone else.

Because it’s going to end here and now. Such were the decrees of the Sith - of the Empire.

Absolutes.

It matters to him that he tried. This is one of the kinder ways this could go - quietly, without the fanfare of blood on his teeth and a fire in his eyes.

“For what it’s worth, sir?” Nine exhales long and slow as he closes his eyes. “I’ve always admired you… You did your best.”

Finally.

No.

More.

Running.

“But I’m not going back.” The old man’s one of the few he could ever hope to ask this final favor. “Finish this - what we started.”

The Minister of Intelligence pulls the trigger.

It’s over before Tyr feels the ground beneath him.

Also topical given the "are others concerned about their sleep schedule" tag post reblogged earlier today, lol, and the idea of chronic nightmares. That Tyr and I haven't talked about. To each other. Or the world. Possibly not with the people he cares about, either. I'm sure Theron knows nebulously that he can have some troubled sleep - you don't share a bed with someone and not notice how consistently they have trouble falling or staying asleep.

But I think the fuckiest part of the whole Castellan Restraints period for Tyr is how he doesn't want to let the old man down. The Minister is more a father figure in Tyr's eyes than his own father, quite honestly [Tyr has a... kind of non-existant relationship with his entire family, unfortunately - and it's not because he went into Intelligence], and there's absolutely a part of that dynamic that is mentor and protégé.

And it's important to me that he sees this scenario with the Minister and not Shara - at least in Chapter Two, where it first haunts his nightmares with some consistency. Because I made a conscious choice in Shara knowing as Keeper about his Restraints - not because that ever comes up in-game, but because it adds something very crunchy to their already doomed narrative. And the background to that decision is that I decided it's... the kind of silent acknowledgement that the Minister can afford to give of their more intimate relationship. It's damage control, mitigation. With a heavy heart I imagine he tells her this in private, off the record, because Nine was her Cipher. And both of them still hold him in high regard.

Nine's given a possibly unusually loose leash to pursue the SIS investigation because of the Minister and Keeper's word; Watcher Three mentions this in broad strokes when he questions you about the blackout in records.

Anyway, the point to me mentioning this is actually that Tyr makes a very conscious effort to not think about this in the midst of the Restraints causing problems. He's reluctant enough to cede that he should hold the Minister responsible for this gross violation of his privacy and trust, but he's even more reluctant to give that the woman he loves has any knowledge or hand in the process - unwittingly or, especially, wittingly. Ultimately, he stubbornly doesn't hold them responsible. It hurts less to place the blame elsewhere. And he never loses the inescapable nostalgic kick to go home in the sense of the old paradigm - him and Keeper and the Minister.

He gave them everything.

And there's something in here about his regret at not being able to say all of this respect in better words or more directly. There's that acknowledgement that there's one person he trusts to understand why this was his breaking point. And, ultimately, there's the acceptance of the likelihood that none of this is going to end well, that he's living on borrowed time stolen from fate or destiny, or hell, maybe the Force. Tyr doesn't give a whole lot to whatever higher powers might be out there - relying on them hasn't ever saved him and he doesn't expect it to.

It makes it very interesting to watch him knowingly and willingly lie about the Black Codex after he lets Ardun walk with it and promises to double for the SIS. In a way, he's committing the greatest failure and throwing away everything the Minister has fought so hard with him to maintain and keep, especially when both of them have spoken of ideals instead of goals, etc. But it's necessary. It's what's best for Tyr, mentally, at that point. And even one of the figures he loves and respects the most can't override that desperate intrinsic need to fight for himself. The old man is, after all, one of the largest advocates of it throughout his career as Nine.

And, I suppose speaking of the nostalgia for Intelligence, my favorite set of lines from the final scene so far:

She’s sobbing against his shoulder. Dust and blood stain an almost unfamiliar uniform - he hasn’t worn uniform on Dromund Kaas in months, maybe years…

Everything’s been such a blur since Intelligence was disbanded…

so YEAH. I uh. I have a lot of feelings and this is where I'm sniffling and sobbing and word vomiting them into one doc but in story format, I suppose, lol.

Also completely unrelated to this particular fic but I am. Still thinking so intently about Eight x Tyr thoughts. They're now living rent free in my head and all of this.... absolute devotion stuff... hrhrhghghghghghghghrhhg. Brain vibrates because this is obviously all related to it because of the few people who could ever possibly understand any part of this series of events and feelings, it'd be another Cipher.

Tyr really does mourn Intelligence like... ghhghg. I'm unwell about it. He gave everything to it and its success. He doesn't regret it. The SIS investigation and the following fall of Imperial Intelligence were some of the worst fucking years of his life and it's destroyed him, really. He's living in and with the ruins like a bombed out city. It destroyed his everything and he'd almost gladly let it finish the job and destroy him to finally get his retribution. And he'd just as gladly let love destroy it all and rebuild it from the rubble when he has the right person beside him. Something something doesn't realize that he doesn't want or need to continue that destruction, he just needs fucking... idk validation or something. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. And then they can work on what "okay" looks like in the aftermath. He needs to be just as responsible for someone else's "okay" to even begin figuring out what the hell it looks like for him. hOUgh anyway.

I'm fucking normal about Cipher Nine, obviously. Thanks for comin' to my TED Talk.

[noa-ciharu]

Hi

I'm sorry for so many asks but i'm feeling kinda down due to the nintendo 3ds eshop closure... ;-;

So gonna distract myself by asking how each of the tb/x characters would comfort themselves on a bad day (like talking to someone, eating comfort food etc.)

Thanks 👉👈

Oh, idk what that eshop closure thing means but *sends hugs*

Hmmm let's say some mundane daily issues stressed them out and nothing too grand. Ofc 300% serious per usual:

Kamui - goes into full 🥺 mode and waits to be comforted by men. His stress reliever is crying in man's arms or overal physical + emotional comfort. 6/10 on healthy scale and 🌈/10 on gayness one

Sorata - meme it all away. Deals with stress via humor. King. 9/10

Arashi - looks like a type to bottle up. May try some hot tea and meditation so 4/10

Yuzuriha - has no poker face whatsoever, can't keep stiff upper lip to save her life. Will end up bawling her eyes to someone and getting comforted (not in gay 🥺 way like Kamui does tho). Maybe will have Inuki comfort her a bit. Effective overall plus she's 14 so 7/10

Karen - will bottle up and put up a fake smile :< also do some self-deprecating and self sabotaging thing like drug her teammates and go out to fight and die alone :< although her style rocks so 4/10 on common sense scale but 🔥/10 on vibes and sexiness

Aoki - idk rly, guess go to soap lady's hotel room one late at night. To chat with her about protecting kekais duh, ofc no funny business. Happy family man with ounce of common sense yes but can he resist the temptation? 9/10 on he should deal with stress via hooking up with Karen scale

Kotori - cries herself out and gets comforted by her brother or slips into insanity and wants to get crucified no in between. 5/10

Good boy Fuuma - deal with stress by comforting and protecting Kotori and Kamui. Especially Kamui tho, the more touchy feely they are the better Fuuma is feeling. 8/10 on healthy scale since bottling up but 🌈/10 on gayness one

Antichrist Fuuma - I can't possibly state here post will get flagged as explicit. But let's just say it has to do with all kinds of explosions

Subaru - he doesn't deal with stress in any productive way possible, he mops around, smokes it out or sufferes in silence masochistically. That's how 🤕 kinks got as bad as they are, king tried to repress them. Alternatively he deal with stress by wanting to be stabbed. If he dealt with stress by getting railed I would have given him higher rating but this way 1/10 for the masochism and every BDSM-5 mental illness

Yuuto - he fucks it out, no questions. 10/10, Subaru this should be your role model

Kanoe - copes with stress via being sexiest person ever, flirting with absolutely everyone and having sex every day. Also while having them government salary and not doing jack shit beside dreaming in dick throne and having ominous prophecies. Dream coping mechanism 11/10

Hinoto - lies for funsies and makes false false prophecies. She sends seals into death for fun and apperently has a thing for making Kamui's life as hard as it can possibly be. Zero coping mechanism she gave into her dark side but at least we've seen some hinoto-cest pics so for that 2/10

Kusanagi - idk about him rly he seems like most rational one? So something about spilling sorrows to the bartender. Idk let's rate it 7/10

Keiichi - only boy with common sense in this manga he deals with problems resiliently but actually talks about them. 9/10

Nataku - guess they go out and die?? 0/10 on any scale

Kakyou - his coping mechanism is looking pretty and ominous ambiguous prophetic lines. Also I guess eternal pretty boy looks since how does he look the same in TB flashbacks and in X, Kakyou plz reveal me your secret?? 7/10 cuz of L'oreal hair

Satsuki - guess she either does carnage or gets all touchy with Kanoe. Also gets comforted by Yuuto from time to time. Girl has the range and taste so 8/10

Seishirou - god forbid something upsets him cuz he will try all of these, in this order:

Mental gymnastic

Staking Subaru

Manipulate

Mansplain

Manslaughter

Drown himself in cigarettes

"Shit I felt something?? Is this an emotion???"

Plot most manipulative non sensical scheme ever that will somehow turn out to work cuz 😎

Go die

[goldrose-star]

AJ Riley Face Reference

These are a few faces that are kind of what I imagine for AJ's face and come somehow close to it.

I will also add this as a link to -> AJ Visual Reference Sheet

I had some kind of face in mind that has soft features. Dunno, I just find them aesthetically pleasing I guess 👀👉👈

Also full name reveal?

Face references: Lucy Hale, Riley Keough & Suki Waterhouse

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Tagging some moots who might be interested: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @shonkgobonk @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @visceravalentines @flower-crowned-lady @tahlalilian

[whattheresidentdidtoday]

Black Heels, Black Shades, That's My Energy - 7/11/23

Sup. I'm gonna pretend I didn't drop off the face of the earth for a few months.

Bf and I broke up, big surprise. Guess mentally unstable baby mama holds more appeal than someone (me) who won't verbally belittle him, yell at him, and take financial advantage of him. But hey, if that's how he likes to be treated, more power to him. He can have her.

Been dipping my toe into EDM more lately. My pinky toe, so it's a very small dip, barely breaking the surface lol. Champagne Drip isn't too bad. I think I like some psy-trance stuff, mostly been obsessed with a Stromae - Alors On Danse (DubDogz remix) and a Rakhz remix of a PoTC song. Thumpy music make brain go brr.

Anyone got any artist or song suggestions for me? 👉👈



How bout those c*lleen allegations (cough truths cough), huh? It's weird to me to see long time youtubers being watched and discussed by "lower level" ones and then me watching them. It feels like being in a fishbowl, looking out at the other bowls.....idk what I'm on lol.

It's also disappointing to see these people who have kinda been like leaders in that industry, who have the platform, reach and ability to do good, just turn into scumbags. Or get revealed as having been that way all along. Wish better people were the ones who got elevated and looked up to, not the ones who make kids do inappropriate things and interact with them in disgusting ways.



Anyways...I'm a little bit sadder these days. Still don't know what I'm doing with my life. But I'm trying to move on. To get over him. To get my focus back and not be so tunnel visioned on him and the sadness. To not be lying when I'm asked how I'm doing and I say "I'm ok!" with a bracket smile. To find happiness again, contentment in singleness again, mental peace.

I'm getting there. Slowly, but I'll get there.

[onestepbackwards]

Yandere warden Ingo who either finds a way to get Reader into the game, or he himself gets through the screen. Finally having reader to themselves? You decide if nsfw 🔞

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Ohohoohoho I like the way you think anon! Sorry it took so long to get this out, I kinda got carried away hehe ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ AFAB! Reader but all pronouns are gender neutral! Summary: Ingo has finally found a way to get to your reality! After waiting months to see you in person, things get a little bit steamy with your first meeting. Why not take advantage and claim what’s his? CW: Yandere/Obsessive themes, Self Aware Character, Smut, Claiming, Word Count: 2899 words - - - 🔞18+🔞

Ingo finally had done it. Months of patiently waiting, finally had paid off. He stared at you as you slept on your bed, your sleeping form oblivious to him watching you. His hands shaking as he took you in. You were beautiful. You were outlined by the light of the television, which you had decided to keep on ever since he had revealed himself to you a while back. When he had told you he was aware he was in a game, you had immediately accepted him, much to his relief and delight. You were quick to always have your switch with you, or on around your home so he could be involved. Sure, Hisui technically still functioned when you weren’t there, but it all felt so empty knowing everyone there was just... not alive. Not real. Just numbers. Having your switch on meant he could sense you, hear you, and even talk to you. When you didn’t have your system docked, he politely asked if you could take him it with you. It was a portable system after all, why couldn’t you? You didn’t even hesitate to follow his request. It must be terribly lonely in there! You couldn’t imagine being in his shoes, so you took your switch with you, everywhere you went. Ingo didn’t want to tell you it was also because he couldn’t bear the thought of something happening to you, and never seeing you again. Never knowing what happened. He wasn’t sure when his attachment to you grew from curiosity to romantic and possessive, but he knew he couldn’t let anything happen to you. you were too precious. If anything happened to you, he knew he would probably snap. Was this healthy? No, Ingo guessed. Did he care? Also no. He was a computer program stuck with awareness of a ‘real’ person. He felt it didn’t matter anymore. He should be allowed to have this. Even though he had been happy to have you as a friendly companion, he desired more. However, he knew it wasn’t a realistic dream to have. You had real people in your world, and as much as he loathed the idea of it, you would probably prefer someone you could hold and touch. After all, who could love a ‘computer program’? Still, he didn’t give up hope. He knew you had a fondness for him. Before he had let you in on his awareness, you had made a habit of talking about it, unaware he could hear every word. You had mentioned to a friend how much you loved him, and apparently his brother too. You talked about how pretty he was, and would go on about how you wished to fight Arceus yourself just so he could get his memories back and see his home again. Hell, he distinctly remembers hearing you squeal when he smiled, apparently having never seen him smile before. You gushed about it for a while, and he felt his face burn. Your words had often flustered him. He had never mentioned having heard you about this, but he knew you felt something for him. But regardless, he was still just a character on a screen. You couldn’t hold him, touch him, kiss him... How could he compete with someone real in your world? So he got to planning. He knew he could mess with the code, so surely, there was something there he could do? Of course, you had eventually found out about him messing with the data. You had been talking with him while in the kitchen, when your switch had done a hard crash. Not only did the game crash, but you had to reboot your system as well. When you had managed to get the system back online, and the game working, you were in hysterics. You thought you had lost him, and worried for his safety. Your concern only made him fall deeper in love with you. When you had asked him what had happened, he was reluctant to tell you, but ended up explaining anyway. He could mess with the code, and was curious with what he could get away with, though he didn’t explain his true intentions. Immediately, you had asked him to stop. What if he caused irreversible damage? If you lost him, you don’t know what you would do! He was one of your best friends, and you didn’t want to lose him over morbid curiosity. He felt his gut twist, and he promised he wouldn’t mess with the code again. ...Only to continue the next time you went to bed. He understood where you were coming from. He did, really! However, he knew he couldn’t stop. With a heavy heart, he continued messing with data behind your back. Surely, you would one day understand! If he could just get it to work... He would wait until you were sleeping, or busy around your home, or even the rare times you had your console off. He took his time, and was careful. He didn’t need a repeat of last time. Finally, after months of messing with the game and your switch, he had a breakthrough. Finally, he could not only see your screen, but see through it. Like a two way mirror. He no longer had to sense it. He could finally see you. He didn’t mention this, of course, but Arceus, he could see you. You were better than he ever imagined. Now he had to get through the screen. If he could do this, surely, there wasn’t much holding him back from figuring out how to cross this barrier? Turns out, it was easier than he thought. Messing around with the code gave him a lot of advantages, and finally, all that messing around proved fruitful. All he needed was an opportunity. Which leads him to now. You had fallen asleep after staying up talking to him. It had been a busy day, you having gone shopping for several hours, and cleaning up the house for the week. By the time you sat down on your bed to talk with him through your tv, you were exhausted. He had been quick to assure you it was fine if you fell asleep. He would be waiting for you when you woke up, as always. Such words couldn’t be more true. After you had fallen asleep, Ingo took action. If his theory was correct, he’d be with you soon enough. It took a little bit of effort, but much to his surprise and delight, it worked. Slowly, he reached through the screen, grabbing the edge of the tv to pull himself out. Slowly, step by step, he climbed through the tv, and came to a stop. He felt like time had stopped as he watched over you. He almost couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Carefully, he stood over you, and reached toward your face. Ever so gently, he caressed your cheek. You were real. You were here. He could touch you. He could touch you... The very thought sent shivers down his spine. While stuck in his thoughts, he failed to notice you waking up, until it was too late. Your eyes widened in fear, seeing a large figure standing so close over you. Ingo didn’t take it to heart, given the angle and the light, he probably looked like a stranger. So when you went to scream, Ingo quickly reacted, and placed a hand over your mouth, and another hand on your shoulder to keep you still. “It’s okay! It’s me! It’s Ingo!” He hushed, quickly trying to calm you. Immediately, you stopped struggling, and got a good look at him. Your eyes were wide as you stared. Slowly, Ingo removed his hand from your mouth. “I-Ingo?” You whispered, unsure if it was real. Ingo felt himself smile. He gently held your head in his hands, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks. “Hello, my dear.” He said, finally able to properly greet you. You were silent for a moment. “How?” You whispered. Ingo shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here now.” He answered. He could explain it later. Right now, all that mattered is that he was here with you. You stared at him a moment longer, still in mild disbelief, before pulling him in for a hug. You let out an excited laugh, which was music to Ingo’s ears. Ingo held you tightly, almost reluctant to let you go when you pulled away. “I can’t believe this, you’re actually here!” You spoke, and you looked over him briefly. For a moment, you paused and licked your lips, and Ingo felt his hands shake. “I…” he began, but took a moment to swallow the nerves down his throat. His silver eyes nervously gazed into yours. He froze. Your eyes darted to his lips. When had your faces gotten so close...? A beat passed. Neither of you moved. The only noise in the room was the sound of your breathing. The tension became too much. ‘...Screw it.’ Ingo thought, and pressed his lips to yours. Immediately, you melted into him, and Ingo moved to sit on the bed next to you as your arms wrapped around his neck. His hands went to your waist, and you shifted your legs over his lap. His hands quickly began to wander as you pressed yourself against his chest. “Gods, I love you.” Ingo moaned when breaking apart for air, before going back in for another kiss. You simply grounded your hips against his in response, almost desperate. How long had he dreamed of this? How long had he fantasized about holding your close, kissing you? Making love to you? Ingo silently prayed this wasn’t a dream. Eventually you separated for air once more, and you leaned into his neck. “I’m so happy you’re here... I’ve loved you for so long, I never thought you would like me back...” You admitted, your face burning, unable to meet his eyes. Ingo hugged you close, and with a deep breath, flipped you both over. You let out a squeal at the sudden movement. Ingo quickly crawled on top of you, and his mouth attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling everywhere his lips could reach. He just couldn’t help it. He knew it. You loved him. You loved him!. He could repeat the words in his head for eternity, and never feel any less excited than he did now. Ingo’s hands began wandering once more, and he slowly ran them up your stomach under your shirt. When he reached your nipples, he gently pinched them in each hand, smirking into the kiss when you bucked your hips into his. Gently, he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off. You answered by taking the shirt off and throwing it somewhere across the room. Ingo took a moment to take in your topless form, breathing heavily. Arceus, he could stare at you for hours. Snapping himself out of his wandering thoughts, he leaned down, and began trailing kisses down your neck to your chest, his hands tugging at your shorts. Lifting yourself up so he could slide the clothes off, which quickly joined the other garments on the floor. He kissed down your stomach to your pelvis, before leaning back, his hands resting on your hips. He stared at your body as you bashfully looked away from him. You were completely bare, just for him to see. Only him. You were his. You were gorgeous. He could feel himself beginning to pant, with his pants becoming all too tight. When you bucked into his hips once more, your frustration becoming clear, Ingo snapped out of his daze. Immediately, he reached for his pants, fumbling with the belt and zipper, before pulling his cock free. He let out a sigh of relief, and gave himself a few strokes. His pants had started getting too tight for comfort. You eyed his dick with interest, hunger clear on your face as you panted. Leaning down, he kissed you once more, and rubbed his cock against your hips. Moaning at the feeling, he broke the kiss, and looked you in the eye. “Is this what you want?” He asked, nearly out of breath. He wanted this more than anything, but if you weren’t ready, he could wait. Now that he was here in your world, had the rest of his life to spend with you. “Yes! Ingo Please!” you practically begged, and grabbed onto his jacket. You needed him. You had wanted him for so long, and here he was, ready to give you his everything. Nodding his head in affirmation, Ingo quickly got to work. He trailed his hands down your body, giving your thighs a squeeze, before bringing a hand to your entrance. Slowly he began to prod you with a finger, though added a second when he saw how wet you were. He practically purred when he felt your slick, and how you clamped down around his fingers. He was doing this to you. No one else. He hardly has even touched you, and you were so wet for him “Dear, do I really excite you this much?” He teased, curling his large fingers inside you, causing you to gasp. He drank in your reactions, which filled him with pride and possessiveness. When he deemed you ready, he aligned his cock with your core, teasing the head against your folds. This was real. He was finally about to claim you as his. He felt his cock twitch at the thought. Impatient, you wrapped your legs around his hips, and bucked them forward. “Ingo! Please!” You squeaked out, clenching your thighs around him. He was here, he was really here, and he was just teasing you! You felt like you were going insane! Ingo gave you a loving look, before leaning down over you, his chest to yours, and pushed himself inside. He buried his head against your neck, and let out a low moan. “So tight and warm...” He mumbled against your skin, giving small pecks against your neck. He waited a few moments for you to adjust, before pulling out, and slamming back in. You let out a groan, and Ingo immediately picked up a fast pace. You felt amazing. You were so warm, you fit like you were made for him. He was made for you too, if your blissed out expression was anything to go by. You practically sucked him in, with how deep he pounded into you. Ingo felt if he were to die right now, he would die happy, buried deep inside you.

Eventually, Ingo could feel his orgasm approaching, and his thrusts became more quick and sloppy. You didn’t seem to mind, given how loud you were moaning and clenching around him. Ingo knew he was close, and he was determined to make you cum before him. Thinking quick, he reached down, and began to rub your clit, causing you to squeak and tense oh so nicely around his dick. Arceus you felt so amazing... As he slammed into you, he leaned down to kiss you, lips messily locking with yours. “Mine.” He growled in the kiss, most rational thinking becoming a blur as his brain became foggy from pleasure. “Mine! Mine! Mine!” He had waited for so long. You were his. No one else would ever be able to see you like this, hold you like this. He was the only one allowed to bring you pleasure. Eventually, it became too much, and you came with a loud moan. Ingo saw white when you came around him, it was as if you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. Then a thought ran through his head. He was going to cum inside you. He had to cum inside you. Claim you in such a primal way, to paint your inner walls with his seed. He wasn’t even sure if he could get you pregnant, a thought that sent a jolt of electricity to his cock. However, regardless if he could or not, the idea of filling you with his cum... You would be his. Immediately, he gripped your legs tight, and threw them over his shoulders, before pounding into you rougher than before. He was so close... Overstimulated, you cried out into another orgasm. This time, it was enough to pull Ingo into his own. In one final thrust, he came inside, covering your insides with his spent. He stayed inside you for a while, breathing in your scent as he came down from his high. You were perfect. So so so perfect. And now you were his. Slowly, he pulled out, and he heard you mewl at the feeling. Stuffing himself back into his pants, he crawled onto the bed next to you. You looked very exhausted, but had a smile on your face. Turning to face him, you curled into his chest. “I hope this isn’t a dream...” He heard you mumble. He wrapped his arms around you, and kissed the top of your head. “Don’t worry, Dear. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” he whispered. He almost couldn’t believe this himself. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.” He murmured, and gently stroked your head as he drifted into sleep. You were finally his, and he was finally yours.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO SEE YOUR ANSWER TO MY ASK; thank you so much for answering though, omg I wasn't expecting to receive an entire analysis in response, it made me so happy 😭💚 Since I need more people to talk about Mushitarou with, now I wanna ask, do you have any headcanons for him and/or Yokomizo? 🥺👉👈 I want to write fic for them, but it's really hard considering that we know so little about both of them :' ) I'm also curious, do you have any thoughts as to why Yokomizo's face is shadowed? I think it would make sense if we couldn't see his face before the truth is revealed, as a representation of how Mushi is trying to distance himself from reality and him/forget about him/lie to himself about not caring about him (which is why I theorized the anime might reveal his face when said truth is revealed, but they didn't do that, rip), but during the final scene and even later in Mushi's hallucinations, his face is still obscured, so... I don't know. I just think it would have been powerful to see his face more clearly as Mushi heals more and is more accepting of his grief and how much he misses Yokomizo... but maybe it'll happen if when we get more of his arc later. Or maybe I'm just totally missing something and being delusional lol

Again, thank you so much for the detailed response before; Mushi needs so much more love 🥺💚

Why are you apologizing??? It's ok! I appreciate you reading it all in the first place! I'm really happy to talk about his character at any time. (Nice icon, btw!)

First off, if you do end up writing anything about him and/or Yokomizo, I would love to see it! That is, if you're ok with sharing it. :)

Headcanons, huh? Hm... you see, normally I try to pull at least a few things from the original authors' stories but... sad to say I know nothing about their irl inspirations asides from them being mystery writers, I believe, and that they did know each other.

I guess, here's a few thoughts from off the top of my head? They're not all headcanons exactly, but this is kind of the way I see them.

Yokomizo is the kind of person who is completely unfazed by anything that's not happening in his novels. I bet that when Mushitaro showed up with a completely different face he just went... "huh" and went back to writing and asking him for opinions.

Mushitaro argues on principle. Not because he actually disagrees or anything but just because he's a bit of a disagreeable person by nature. People like Poe or Ranpo will want him to do something with them and he needs to act like he doesn't want to, before finally relenting (he's still grumbling about it though). (<-he is secretly pleased people want to spend time with him)

Mushitaro canonically likes the occult, and if you can get him talking about this topic he can go on for a very long time, and he actually looks excited and eager about it - at least until he regains his self-awareness. Then he's back to pretending he's not that excited by it.

Yokomizo and Mushitaro met when they were preteens. Neither one had other friends and Mushitaro decided to announce his arrival by attempting to explain the mystery book Yokomizo was reading to... resident mystery expert, Yokomizo. (I believe Mushitaro was especially pompous what he was younger, and unfortunately also often wrong.) Yokomizo spent a very long time correcting him on mysteries and was so ecstatic that someone listened through the whole thing that he kept ambushing Mushitaro at school for his thoughts on various mysteries he was reading. Mushitaro absolutely thought he was being bullied for weeks before he realized that the other boy was attempting to befriend him.

Mushitaro is actually the sentimental type, unlike Yokomizo, who really isn't all that much. From the outside, it appears to be the opposite, since Yokomizo is prone to fantastic and excitable discussions of his new ideas while Mushitaro is seemingly dismissive and more realistic. However, Yokomizo is more than capable of scrapping beloved projects he's been working on for months if they aren't up to his standards (I think he's a bit of a perfectionist), while Mushitaro has a difficult time throwing away anything with sentimental value.

I am curious about Mushitaro's past a little; not in that I think it was anything really tragic or dramatic, but mostly in the way his father apparently told him to be kind to strangers, the way he can't seem to be all that assertive despite his posturing, the way his core coping mechanism appears to be just flat out denying he has sentimental feelings (even before Yokomizo's death). Idk. Something there.

I think further development of Mushitaro's dynamic with Ango could be really interesting. Assuming a future where he does get to start with the Special Division and Ango is not fired, I'd like to see them working together somehow. I think they could really play off each other well and that they'd have a lot of growth potential in that sense. Honestly, I'd take anymore interactions between them as I can get.

That's about it, honestly. Do you have any headcanons for them?

As for Yokomizo's face being shadowed, I feel like it has everything to do with this only being the Yokomizo in Mushitaro's mind. Even before his death, the Yokomizo we see is filtered through Mushitaro's memories of these events, and I suppose it's an artistic way to express how he's blocked some stuff out, like you said, but probably also to indicate that Yokomizo is not coming back.

There's a similar thing done in the manga and 55 Minutes with Oda whenever Dazai reminisces about him; I don't believe his face is ever shown, though it's not shadowed like Yokomizo's. So, that's what I suspect.

I hope these made some degree of sense... they're not super backed by canon, but I guess that's why they're headcanons huh? Haha.

He absolutely needs more love. I'm hoping people discuss him more after the anime.

Anyone who wants to, feel free to drop any headcanons you have about these two here!

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MAGI OC

Heracles’ backstory:

(very long post)

A group of merchant heard a cry from a deserted village not too far away from Torran tribe was at. They found a baby in a clay pot hidden instide of a broken down house. They took the child to their hometown near Reim empire and raise him there, thank god one of the merchant’ wife volunteered to take the child in, after all, they didn’t have any children for many years. If it wasn’t because of her, they would have sold him off to the slave owners.

Thanks to her care, he grew up as a strong, healthy and a little bit cunning child ( He knew how to make a cute guilty face to get away from his mother’s rage when she figured that he snuck out to go with his dad everytime he’s off to work, “but i just wanted to help papaaa 🥺👉👈”). With him always following his dad arround, he knew how to bargain when he was 6 years old.

But happy moments in backstories doesn’t always lasts long, no no no. Those merchants owed some group of drug dealers/smuglers a huge debt, Hera’s father also got dragged into it, they threaten to capture his family members if they don’t give them 50% ammount of money they owed in a week. He has no choice but to sell Hera off to the dealers so they could stay out of debt for a while and his wife could be safe. He knew that she would never forgive him but what choice does he has?

Hera hop on his dad’s cargo as usual without knowing it was going to be his last time doing it, the poor kid fell asleep soundly in his father’s arms. Then, he woke up in a dark, cold place with shackles around his arms and legs.

(**Side note:** that’s where his trust issues began, and also the fear of being abandoned, childhood trauma ye)

(now back to tragic backstory)

Hera spent almost a week there, he’s a smart kid so he could easily escape but he was having a mental breakdown the entire time.

He finally recollected himself after he got sold to some sort of noble in Reim. The slave owners were on their way to transport him to his new owner’s place but then a band of thieves stopped them on their track, Hera took his chance to escape and succeeded.

Almost a day of wandering around in the middle of nowhere, he found his way to a small town. He tried to ask where is this town located, do they know his hometown and how to get there, all the people ignored him except for one. The man was only a few years older than him, got white haired and red lips (guess who) told that this is a small town near Reim’s capital, he knew the place that Hera was looking for and could take him there in the next day.

Little did he know that the guy he trusted was planning to sell him the moment he laid his deceiving eyes on Hera’s crimson locks and irises. He took Hera to his home that looded a little bit too small to be considered as one, inside, there was only a small bed and other furnitures. He was too exhausted to notice the man beside him until he felt a sharp pain on his shoulders, he covers the wound by one hand while he turned around to see the man holding up a knife. Hera was enraged he was going to strangle the man but his body suddenly collapse. The white haired dude said something to himself while lifting up the carpet to reveal a hidden trapdoor lead to a basement, a short while later, a man with huge figure came out and take the parallized boy down to the basement.

The basement was massive,there are lots of small children and rare animals that were being locked up inside of huge bars and cages, they were all kept in handcuffs, the ones they used to keep Hera down were different, it was way bigger and has more extra chains tied to the wall and floor.

This place was more extreme than the one where he was first got sold, the cries of children being tortured and molested with the whipping sounds and the laughter of the guard men fill the whole basement. Hera was lucky to be treated differently from other slaves, two meals a day, enough water to stay hydrated and no tortures, well, physically...

The white haired guy took an interest to Hera and not in a good way, there are times when he feels numb and tired not long after he finishes his nightmeal, that’s when he always got taken to a slightly more decent room that seemed like it belongs to the white haired, Hera guesses that he must be the boss there. The boss didn’t treat Hera harshly like what the other mens did to those poor childrend, but even though those actions were gentle to him, it gave him a disgusting feeling that he can not describe.

Hera is a smart kid, he noticed how the mens always keep watch of him whenever they gave him his meal and they only look away when he has finished, it must be the food that make him feels tired at night, the drink has nothing in it because he could tell by the smell of it.

The meal came through the bars as usual, the guard eyed him while he was eating like it was the best thing he has ever tasted. It was his best meal indeed, he could taste the sweet flavour of vengeance and freedom in every single bite.

End of part one.

(My writing is so cringe lol)

(Oh! May i offer you a drawing of little Hera in this trying time?)