#and I'm sure there was an overlap there for her

[sunandflame]

Hey if your requests are open would it be okay if you could do some age gap smut with corazon x reader and the reader is in her 20s and Cora is late 30's with a size kink and little bit of a breeding kink

Goodness am I horny for this man

Full of You

Warnings: nsfw, smut,, fluff, size kink (reader's pov), light breeding kink, age gap (readers in her 20s), soft and emotional intimacy, consent-focused, mention of plan b

Word Count: 1572

Pairing: Corazon x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

You could barely breathe, pinned under the warm, heavy weight of Rosinante’s body.

He hovered over you, eyes blown wide, cheeks pink, a little bit of drool shining at the corner of his mouth. His blond hair, messy and sweat-damp, framed his face like a halo.

And God, he was big.

Everywhere. His hands cradled your waist so easily, palms almost overlapping around your sides. His legs bracketed you like thick pillars. Even just the way he loomed when he leaned down to kiss you — it lit every spark of your size kink on fire.

Cora wasn’t rough, not even a little. If anything, he was nervous.

"Y-you’re sure?" he asked again, voice low and rough, like the words scraped up from the bottom of his throat. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing just under your eye. "I can... go slow. As slow as you need."

You nodded frantically, heart hammering against your ribs. "I want it," you whispered. "I want you, Cora."

His throat bobbed in a thick swallow. His hand trembled a little when he slid it down your side, settling just above your hip. "...'M a lot bigger than you," he mumbled, almost guilty, as if he was apologizing for it.

You let out a shaky breath, feeling heat lick up your spine. "I know," you breathed, sliding your hands up his arms, feeling the strong muscles flexing under your touch. "I like it."

He blinked down at you, like he couldn’t quite process the words. "You like that I'm...?" He gestured vaguely to himself — massive, broad-shouldered, sprawled over your much smaller body.

You nodded, cheeks burning. "It's—it's hot," you mumbled, embarrassed, but the way his eyes darkened slightly made your stomach twist deliciously. "I like feeling... full. Like you’re too big for me."

A strangled sound caught in his throat. His face flushed a deeper red, and he dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a soft thump. "You're gonna kill me," he muttered, voice muffled against your skin.

You laughed breathlessly, squirming a little under him — and immediately gasped when you felt the thick weight of his cock press between your legs, hot and heavy even through the thin barrier of your underwear.

Cora groaned, hips twitching. "Shit," he hissed, struggling to control himself. "Baby, don't move like that, I-I-"

You whimpered, grinding your hips up slightly. "Please," you whispered, clutching at his broad back. "Please, Cora, I want you so bad—"

He pulled back enough to look at you, cupping your face again in his big, calloused hands. "You tell me if it’s too much," he said, deadly serious, his golden eyes locked on yours. "I mean it. One word, and I stop. No questions."

"I know," you whispered, heart aching with how good he was to you. "I trust you."

The look he gave you in that moment — so raw, so open — almost made you cry.  He kissed you then, deep and tender, slow enough to steal your breath. And when he finally slid the head of his cock against your entrance, your whole body tensed with anticipation.

He was thick. You could feel the way he stretched you even before he pushed in properly, nudging against your trembling walls. He cursed under his breath, almost inaudible, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Relax for me, sweetheart," he whispered, voice shaking. "I’ve got you."

You nodded, digging your fingers into his arms.

Cora moved carefully — so carefully — rocking his hips forward just enough to ease inside you by small increments. You sobbed at the stretch, overwhelmed but desperate for more.

"You’re so tight," he gasped, biting down on his bottom lip. "Fuck—you’re doing so good, baby. So good for me."

You whimpered, clenching around him instinctively, and he let out a wrecked, strangled sound. It felt like it took forever for him to bottom out, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt, and you were gasping, nails dragging down his back.

You could feel him — deep in your belly, pressing into places no one else ever reached.

You were full. Stuffed. Like your body barely had room for him.

It was perfect.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but not from pain — from the sheer overwhelming fullness of it, the intimacy of being so completely his.

"You okay?" Cora whispered urgently, kissing your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose. "Too much? I can stop—"

You shook your head frantically, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him pressed deep. "Feels so good," you sobbed. "Want all of you. Want you to fill me up, Cora—"

He groaned, deep and broken, and pressed his hips tighter to yours. "You’re already full, sweetheart," he panted, kissing you like he was trying to breathe through you. "Stuffed full of me."

The words slipped out without thinking: "Wanna keep it," you whispered.

He froze, staring down at you, eyes wide.

You blinked up at him, heart pounding in your throat. "I-" You flushed scarlet. "I just... I like the idea. You know. You—inside me. Staying there. L-leaving something behind."

Cora made a sound somewhere between a sob and a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut like the force of his feelings physically hurt him. "Jesus, sweetheart," he rasped, voice wrecked. "You can’t say shit like that to me."

You smiled through your blush, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "I mean it," you whispered. "Want you to fill me so much it stays. So everyone knows I'm yours."

He let out a broken laugh, his hands tightening on your hips. "You already are," he said, voice shaking. "You're already mine."

And then he started to move — slow, grinding thrusts, dragging his cock against your trembling walls, every stroke making you feel every thick, impossible inch of him. You clung to him helplessly, gasping, whimpering, letting him rock you open with all his weight and warmth. He kissed you through it all — soft, worshipful kisses, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

"Mine," he whispered into your mouth. "All mine."

You came with a sob, clenching tight around him, and he followed you a heartbeat later, pushing deep one last time and spilling inside you with a broken, desperate groan.

You felt him fill you — hot and heavy and endless — and you whimpered, clinging to him.

Even after he collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, he didn’t pull out — just stayed there, keeping everything deep inside, like he could seal it into your body just by holding you close enough.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," Cora mumbled into your neck, voice thick with sleepiness and bliss.

You laughed breathlessly, stroking his hair. "Good," you whispered.

And you both fell asleep like that — tangled together, full of each other, and more whole than you'd ever been.

Extra Post-Scene:

You woke up slowly, feeling hazy and warm. The first thing you noticed was the heavy arm draped across your waist — warm and protective — and the soft, steady sound of breathing near your ear. You smiled sleepily, nuzzling closer against the broad chest pressed to your back.

"Mm... Cora..." you mumbled, not fully awake yet.

He made a low, sleepy hum, squeezing you gently. For a long moment, you both just lay there, tangled together under the covers, the early morning sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. And then—

A sharp little gasp.

You blinked your eyes open, confused, and turned your head slightly to see Rosinante staring down at you with the most horrified expression you’d ever seen. He looked like he’d just realized he'd set a building on fire. 

"Oh my god," he whispered. "Oh my GOD."

You frowned, reaching up to brush his messy blond hair out of his eyes. "Cora? What's wrong?"

He visibly struggled for words, mouth opening and closing uselessly for a few seconds before he blurted out: "I—I didn’t pull out."

You blinked at him.

"I didn’t pull out!" he repeated, like maybe you hadn't heard him the first time, his voice cracking in panic. "I just— I stayed inside, and—and you said you wanted—and I—"

You pressed a hand to his chest, laughing softly. "I know," you said, grinning.

He stared at you, utterly shell-shocked. "You— you’re not—angry?!" he asked, voice shooting up almost an octave.

You shook your head, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "I wanted it, remember?" you whispered. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Cora."

He exhaled a shaky breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder in relief. "Thank god," he mumbled, arms tightening around you. "I thought— I mean, you’re young, and I’m—I'm almost forty, and you’re so small, and I got carried away, and you were crying, and I thought—"

You laughed, stroking your fingers through his hair. "They were good tears, Cora," you said gently. "I’ve never felt that close to anyone before."

He let out a broken little laugh, kissing your bare shoulder. "I love you," he whispered fiercely.

Your heart squeezed painfully. "I love you too," you whispered back.

For a few moments, he just held you — his big arms wrapped around you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And then, in a much smaller voice, he mumbled against your skin:

"...still probably gonna buy you a Plan B, just in case."

You burst out laughing, and he groaned, burying his face deeper into your shoulder.

God, you loved this man.

[killerabbid]

So call me crazy but I have a theory regarding the externals in protocol. I think in their universe the monsters are separated into 4 categories rather than the 14 of the archives universe, and as such can be roughly broken up into groups that kinda correlate to a few of the fears from archives.

•Mr. Bonzo and Heinrich Unheimlich both roughly fit under the pervue of the uncanny and strange, very much akin to The Stranger. Bonzo being a clown mascot with his omnipresence in the past seemingly being tied to him fits and Heinrich Unheimlich being a toymaker who was a toy himself and who's toys come to life to terrorize and kill definitely fits. While we're at it the Volunteers, the Merchant, and the Growler also fit as things that are strange and seem one way while actually being monsters.

•Ink5oul and Needles also seem to be in a group together, being joined by their particular sadism to cause significant injury or kill. Ink5oul is the harder to classify as they also fit other roles like body horror or obsession, but definitely first and foremost is the disregard for others and love of hurting them. Lady Mowbray might also fit in this category, but considering how purely Hunt focused she is I'm inclined to put her in a different group that just is lacking in members so far.

•The last one I know for sure is there's a very large number of cases that deal with knowledge, surveillance, etc. Stuff you'd expect out of The Eye, where the theater worker for Voyeur fits in alongside, obviously, The Archivist.

the last category is one I'm unsure about, but there seems to me to be a lot more cases related to technology in this series. Granted these often overlap with other things and might just be an extension of The Eye but I would be willing to bet the last group is more connected to The Extinction and specifically regards the usage of technology furthering to be the source of their fear.

Its hard to say but I feel like I'm onto something

[dammit-tazmuir]

Man... I wasn't even considering time travel, intentionally, though yeah I'd trust Tamsyn with it too if it went that way. All I've been saying is more like... If we imagine Time as one continuous string, and it should normally just stretch out straight, it feels like the string in the TLT universe right now has a lot of places where it's tangled and knotted, places where a bit has been cut and poorly tied or burned or glued back together, places where it loops back on itself. Things like the lobotomy being 9 months 29 days ago, and weeks later the trip to the Mithraem being 9 months ago, and days after that Gideon attacking Harrow in the kitchen being 10 months ago, in that order. And the fact that Harrow took weeks to recover from the lobotomy, such that it was 9 months if not slightly less by the time she left the Erebos, but then G1deon said Varun would be there in just under 10 months, etc.

It just feels like it's Not Flowing Correctly, and that John has some ability to manipulate how it's flowing, or prevent it from doing so when it suits him. (And while, yeah, Harrow's is explainable, just like a lot of the stuff is explainable but still has a big pattern of being just a little questionable, it wouldn't be the first time Harrow didn't fully notice something because it overlapped with her symptoms. She didn't notice she was also being haunted because she was used to hallucinations, so why not also fail to notice that time is genuinely messy because that's expected for her in particular?)

As far as the River, it definitely feels like either Dulcie exists outside time now as you said, and maybe like everyone was meant to, before John created or did whatever he did to this version of the River.

And for Harrow, since finishing Nona I assumed it was vital for them to have an heir so the line of the tombkeeper would remain unbroken because of the vow between Anastasia and Alecto, which of course we don't have details of yet but will be sure to get. I'm not sure if that especially interacts with all this or not but I suppose it wouldn't surprise me for any plot point in this series to be interwoven thirty layers deep lmao.

But yeah, MAN... I wouldn't EXPECT Harrow being the orchestrator of her own conception but I could unfortunately see it now... "If I could do all these amazing things and achieve all this, OF COURSE I wouldn't be worth it" Yeah well what if your existence fixed the entire universe and spared billions? What then huh? 😤

(Also very tangential but LISTEN. Listen that particular thing in Homestuck was arguably the coolest thing it ever did and CANNOT be experienced in full if someone wasn't there for it. Most forms of media straight up could not do it. Because if you go back through the comic now his arm is just there sometimes. But it wasn't. When he put his arm through the retcon power artifact it genuinely retconned his arm into existence in real time across a stupid number of pages and it sounds simple to explain but I swear at the time it was so hype...)

You know re time, I kinda have this notion that the end of Chapter 1 of Harrow doesn’t end right as Harrow dies from being by skewered by Mercymorn. I understand that contextually she hears the resurrection beasts heralds, as well as sounds of steel clashing like swords, but that particular bit about hell spitting her back out?? Like yeah, this could be her returning from the river, and it probably is, but like. I don’t know. I feel like there’s something there with the fact that Alecto starts with Harrow in Hell.

Huh...

On one hand, it fully does work. (It's the Prologue rather than Ch1 but I know what you mean.) When she goes to "make war on Hell", that just being hyperbole / metaphorical to talk about dropping into the River to help with the RB works just fine. Harrow drops in, gets stabbed before she gets too deep, pops back out. It's fine... There's nothing about it that especially demands scrutiny...

And that's how Tamsyn fucking gets us, isn't it...

Because the other Lyctors never saw Harrow drop in with them... And "make war on Hell" / "Hell spat you back out" was said before we knew there was a literal entrance to Hell down there, too. Hell is capitalized there... When John says "give it hell, children" paragraphs before, it isn't, but the Hell Harrow goes to make war on is. When John describes the stoma as the mouth to Hell, it is.

And at the end of Ch39, which leads into the Prologue at John's "ten minutes until breach"... there's the separation formatting putting emphasis on the single last line:

And you walked to your death like a lover.

And what took place between "Ten minutes until breach" and "went to make war on Hell"? Ianthe's whole deal, and after she leaves, the last thing before dropping in, Harrow praying...

“I pray the tomb is shut forever,” you heard yourself saying aloud, and you could not bring your voice above a choked whisper. “I pray the rock is never rolled away. I pray that which was buried remains buried, insensate, in perpetual rest with closed eye and stilled brain. I pray it lives … O corse of the Locked Tomb,” you extemporised wildly. “Beloved dead, hear your handmaiden. I loved you with my whole rotten, contemptible heart—I loved you to the exclusion of aught else—let me live long enough to die at your feet.”

You walked to your death like a lover.

And how does Harrow's side of things and the whole book end? With that... trippy scene that doesn't add up...

The chains in their great holes were snapped and broken. The ice crawled up the sides of the empty altar. Within that bed of ice and glass, on the stone-shaped pillow to prop the head, that final resting place of Harrowhark’s one true love, lay a sword. [...] Harrowhark had come home, and she was not afraid. She did not know why she did it, but she climbed inside that empty coffin, and she took the sword within her arms. She was filled with a drowsy, comfortable certainty, as though rather than an icy tomb she had been tucked into a bed with a pillow fluffed beneath her. Her eyelids felt as heavy as the chains that lay broken around the outside of the bier. The sword she embraced shamelessly; those six feet of steel held no fear for her now. Something rustled at her side. She had not seen it when she climbed in; it had been tucked to one side of the coffin. When she reached out to hold it in front of her face, she found a shiny mass of magazine flimsy. [...] “Frontline Titties of the Fifth,” she read, and found she was smiling helplessly to herself. She murmured: “Nav, you ass, that’s not even a real publication.” Then there was a huge, side-to-side rocking, in the manner of an explosion, or a cradle. Her eyes closed. Lying in the tomb that had claimed her heart, faraway in a land she had never travelled, Harrowhark Nonagesimus fell asleep, or dropped dead, or both.

And assuming it was genuine and doesn't significantly change, we know AtN opens with Harrow waking up to see the titty magazine, and is also called "Harrow in Hell."

I deeply deeply think you're onto something here.

How deeply Harrowhark would it be to keep her plans to herself, even from the audience? To see that she is certain to die fighting a Resurrection Beast, to know the others don't even expect her to show up to the fight, and to use the time instead to slip right down to the bottom and try to do some shit in Hell that we simply have not been privy to yet.

With the emphasis on the chains being broken, what are the odds that Chapter 53 takes place after Nona the Ninth?

Hell, given the epilogue setting up Nona is labeled "Six Months After The Emperor's Murder", and Chapter 53 is labeled "Half an Hour Ago", how much even higher are the odds that "Half an Hour Ago" is relative to AtN, not to the Emperor's Murder. Especially given we've only seen tiny snippets of Harrow since?

With all my other thoughts about Time being broken, could it even be that Chapter 53 was Half an Hour Ago before the start of AtN, yet for Harrow specifically was experienced before the epilogue of NtN, while to everyone else what Harrow remembers before came after?

There's something here... There's something...

(Tagging in @cemetegee and @thanergetic-hyperlinks for more time discussion too.)

[skruttet]

Got the chance to bring this up again on Twitter, and though I've posted the summarised version of this from the article on here before, I don't think I've ever posted the actual clip before.

crappy google translate below:

"Our family, it's like the model for this whole thing, the Moomin company. But then... loneliness is a certain form of freedom. I might describe it better by talking about one of my characters who is a vagabond, called Snufkin. He is extremely admired by all the others in the valley because he is completely free. He comes and goes as he wants to, appears and departs, very much himself. Yes, he has been my idol too, but now I have begun to suspect that deep down he is quite self-centred and spoiled. He is a creature of luxury. It's very easy to go out into the wilderness when you're applauded when you get home, right? It's not hard to be alone like that."

[cbrownjc]

Alice is in her third trimester

I've seen a few comments about Daniel possibly cheating on Alice with Armand and I'm kinda like . . . you're assuming that Daniel or Armand -- who regularly, at least in the books, would be in situations where Armand would sit in a chair and watch Daniel have sex with other people -- would themselves view that as cheating. Because I don't think they would've. (At the very least, not younger Daniel.)

It's been talked about, more than once, about how the vampires in this universe are inherently polyamorous. I don't think Armand would care at all about sharing Daniel with another lover. And Daniel, being entangled with Armand (and quite possibly Louis as well) for so long might have himself become not overly concerned with such a thing.

I think Alice is the only one who would have cared that Daniel was sleeping with someone else (if she ever found out), and would have seen it that way. But I, personally, can see Armand and younger Daniel not caring about that view of things in the slightest . . . particularly because they were the ones who were together initially anyway. And that Daniel probably first ever got together with Alice during one of Daniel's running away periods.

Because the main thing that led to their splits sometimes, i.e. Daniel running away, was because Armand's refusal to make Daniel a vampire. Other than that, though? Nothing else in the relationship between them was a problem, particularly for Daniel. And I think that is going to be true wrt the show's version of events. Still being with his vampire lover, even after he may have gotten married? Don't think it is at all outside of possibility -- or that Daniel would have any guilt about it.

And THAT piece of information -- that the only problem he had with the relationship with Armand is that Armand wouldn't turn him -- is going to be the info that Daniel, in the present, likely won't want to face about himself IMO.

Daniel is clearly accepting of the fact that he was a shit father and a terrible husband. But accepting the possible true reason behind all of that?

I said it last year, and I'll say it again -- the revelation about the Devil's Minion that's going to hit Daniel the hardest is very likely going to be the one that reveals he has ZERO moral high ground when it comes to these vampires.

At the moment, Daniel can tell himself that he asked Louis for the Dark Gift because he thought Louis was wasting it. But that excuse is not going to work when it comes to the years and years he asked and wanted Armand to turn him.

That Armand refused to break his vow to never bring another into The Blood -- that is what ended up being what drove them apart. Not any moral conscious Daniel ever had, or grew, about being with Armand at all. Not even whatever transpired regarding Daniel and Alice (and Daniel getting her pregnant likely not just once, but twice, never mind marrying her.)

If Armand had decided to break his vow back then, then IMO, Daniel would have accepted. Alice or no Alice. Kids or no kids. Because while Daniel in the present has nice, even sincerely heartfelt memories about Alice? His past self was clearly emotionally checked out of whatever relationship he had with her by the time of that pregnancy announcement in 1985.

1985. The same year when, in the books, Armand finally did break his vow and turn Daniel, on Halloween. And this is what Daniel had to say about it when Armand finally decided to turn him:

"But don't you see," Daniel said, "all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to the child in her womb? Dear God, we are lost, I tell you. What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you."

As long as Daniel held any knowledge of not only vampires but of Armand specifically, this is what he would think, what he would always want. And that, IMO, is why he was emotionally checked out when Alice announced that pregnancy. Because, at that point in time, he still held the knowledge, of not just vampires, but Armand himself.

And they were still very much entangled with each other at that time IMO. Still lovers.

My theory is that it isn't Daniel kicking his drug habit that had him "getting his shit together." Well, okay, he did kick a drug habit, but the drug in question was actually Armand's blood. Not to mention Armand himself.

And I think that event happened sometime around when Alice was in her third trimester. (Hence, the name of that track listing).

. . . .

I'm also beginning to wonder if Armand actually was the one who repressed/blocked Daniel's memories of him, or if it was someone else. No, I don't think Louis was the one who did it, (or Lestat either btw), and Armand doing it does make the most sense, given he clearly is not harboring any happy thoughts about Alice, and Daniel splitting from him for her. But a day or so before the new clip came out, @faerywhimsy made a comment to me about who could have also done it, given a comment I made elsewhere about the timeline length Daniel and Armand were apart, and what book-event that matches up with and well . . . .

That person being the one who took Daniel's memories not only tracks wrt the timeline Armand and Daniel spend apart, but it would also track when it comes to the relationship Armand has with that person too. That's all I'm saying . . .

. . . .

Anyway, yeah. I think it was around Alice's third trimester when Armand and Daniel actually split for good. Which, depending on when she got pregnant could conceivably be around towards the end of 1985. Though, more possibly, go over into 1986. But I think that is why there is actually a track named that when it comes to the score for Season 2. Because that time period became a significant one. The time when Daniel actually "got his shit together."

And maybe why, in the present, he can have such love and loving thoughts about Alice. Because the reasons for his being emotionally checked out were no longer at the forefront of his mind for so long anymore (even if he still ended up being a shitty husband and father still -- with Alice as his ex and his kids not speaking to him -- without them).

[heich0e]

You don’t even understand how I obsessed I am with Unc!sukuna au. I need to know how he and reader first met

they didn't meet at a library i'll tell ya that much

[veramckinncn]

"It's a strong bond, I know. But this was something that would happen for us eventually. Besides, I wouldn't be surprised if this pushed her and Damien to get their own place too," she laughed. "It'll be good for us to move on. It's not like our friendship is over after this," Vera added, not wanting Fred to have any doubt about this. She knew she could prove that she would be all in on this. "That's a good idea," she nodded. "I'm sure there's plenty we'll have overlapping. I even think when it comes to decor that we won't clash too much. While I like certain colors and textures, I'm not exactly picky as long as we have the feeling of clean and open space," she added with a shrug, convinced they'd find common ground in their tastes for what the place was going to look like.

"I am not scared really, it's more I know how strong the bond is there. It wouldn't surprise me if you had second thoughts. I'd understand it to a certain degree." And he'd respect it, even if he wouldn't have been happy exactly. He was concerned about what that would say about their future if Vera couldn't have a little separation at least. "Maybe we should write a list of things we would ideally like. Figure out which of them is non-negotiable and go from there. We can check them out online first to see what we can get for our money." Not that it was a concern for him, but still, that didn't mean he wasn't financially responsible.

[elainemorisi]

I do think that the single most chilling thoughtless/accidental piece of timing in all of DS9 has got to be that Ziyal was conceived like, firmly within the same year as Kira Meru's (incredibly untimely and implausible) death

[macabrevampire]

just as i thought, rewatching twin peaks is destroying me emotionally <3 not to say that's a bad thing though, it's just what i needed

[kandicon]

sorry to send this but your tags have genuinely been making me happy to see in my notifs, the way you talk about the art i made of crk is genuinely the nicest compliments i've ever been given and i cant stop smiling looking at them thank you so much

Hi!!!! You have absolutely no reason to apologize for sending this!!! You have, in fact, absolutely made my day by doing so :D!!!!

Believe it or not, the exact reason I just opened tumblr- and therefore saw this message- was so that I could go reblog your art again because it still has not left my mind!!! Despite it being days since I first saw any of it!!!! Your artwork is some of the most stunning I've seen, from the colors to the expressions and everything in between!!!

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!! :]

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Sannyo's Flowers

You occasionally see art of Sannyo with flowers:

The reason for this is not only that Sannyo Komakusa is named after the Komakusa flower, but also that she named and themed her Spellcards after Japanese mountain flowers.

Mountain Sign "Heaven-Shaking Kumomagusa" / Mountain Apparition "Astonishing Kumomagusa" (depending on difficulty)

Mountain Sign "Usuyukisou Shining with Bewitching Light" / Mountain Apparition "Usuyukisou of Thronging Crowds of Youma" (depending on difficulty)

And of course, her namesake

Mountain Flower "Komakusa of Massacre" / Mountain Flower "Mountain Queen of Massacre" ( depending on difficulty)

Even her nonSpells resemble flowers.

Its extremely cute that instead of modeling them after smoke, or gambling, she chose some of her favorite mountain flowers. She has very unique tastes, especially the Usuyukisou which aren't quite conventionally beautiful but they definitely look like lasers with sunlight shining off of them. Though they certainly have their charm shining in the sunlight.

She actually has a few flowers in her den in Lotus Eaters as well.

After Mizutaki released the script for a bunch of Lotus Eaters. Including LE29 and 30, it was revealed that both her dragon divider and flowers were part of ZUN'S script, making Sannyo's flowers primary canon!

We aren't likely to be seeing them in Lotus Eaters again since Sannyo can only keep them on the mountain, but it's really great we got to see them when we did. It's nice knowing she canonicaly takes care of some in addition to modeling her Spellcards after them.

Also last but not least, the Title Lotus Eaters gave her was.

a very appropriate, and poetic title for her; and it explains why she loves tough mountain flowers so much. she's a bit of a mountain flower herself after all.

[outeremissary]

Tell me how Ismene is problematic 👀

Little Miss "TN because I have no principles and refuse to develop any"? Yeah I can do that. I hope I've done this right

privileged princess used to getting what she wants

manipulative

terrible communication skills and blames other people for it

super elitist intellectual who will constantly belittle people she considers less educated than her

any form of discourse it is possible for a wizard to be involved in she has a strong and obnoxious opinion about

has Zhentarim friends

nonconsensual scrying is unproblematic

enjoys publicly humiliating others

thinks she knows better than everyone else in the world

will insult you and then gaslight you about it

repeatedly

she doesn't even get anything out of this she's just mean

necromancy is unproblematic

high key terrible to be friends with

would kill for a beautiful woman. has killed for a beautiful woman. happy lesbian visibility week

mind control is unproblematic

Bhaalspawn

20 year old elf who would like to get laid. I've done elf age discourse before I know where this lands you

with great power comes great ability to Not Help avert horrible world atrocities and claim this was for the greater good

with great power also comes great ability to facilitate atrocities for goals that are Definitely not the greater good

everything surrounding her death

which she might have faked.

what a lifetime legacy of delights.

[prompt]

[texas-bbq-pringles]

spooky controversial thoughts below the cut oh noooo

also this might be jumbled bc i'm sick right now so if you need me to clarify anything please reach out and i will

i'm gonna be completely honest i don't think a lot of y'all are helping with the hannah situation. obviously she has a long way to go in holding herself actually accountable, i've seen her apology and it's not a very good one. however, the amount of people foaming at the mouth the minute she posts anything takes away from the seriousness of any calls for accountability that might still be happening and buries them. people picking fights in her replies bc she "talks about her producer too much" when her producer is her boyfriend or some random shit just isn't productive and frankly she had the right to defend herself against that behaviour in the replies to her tweets. it might just be me but i feel like making a massive deal out of pretty much everything she posts does more harm than good.

by all means, please ask her to actually take accountability if you want, especially as there's no way for her to actually counteract the harm she has caused without it. call her out on these things- we need to make sure that's done, even if she ignores it so that marginalised members of communities who will know who she is know that behaviour like hers isn't accepted, but i am begging you please stop throwing at tantrum at generally harmless posts because it's just counterproductive.

i know the fact that i have publicly said that i like her music and i don't hate her might mean this is easy to overlook as someone that wants to sweep it all under the rug or smth like that so i am gonna make it clear that she has a lot of work to do in terms of accountability and the main purpose of this was to try and point out that some of the gvf fandom are holding that back which could perpetuate the issues with the things she has said, and personally i'd rather not see that happen.

and i'm gonna quickly clarify one last thing- i cannot accept any apology from her for her racist and fatphobic comments, so obviously i won't. it's not my place to do that. i am queer and disabled so could accept an apology for her queerphobic and ableist comments and as of right now, i don't accept her apology bc like i said, it's not a good apology.

[chatonmagique]

I'm discussing neurodiversity with a friend and she actually suspects she has adhd. I might have all the experience of adhd but who am I to judge right? But the thing is.. she has such strong qualities in area's that are challenging for people with adhd. And I feel like her definition of disorder because she is so balanced and organized in everything she does is on a whole different level. Like she is used to following through in her calculated choices and sticks to her habits more then almost any person I've known and it really sticks out to her when she doesn't. And her definition of I might have adhd is "I've always been dreamy and get distracted by my own thoughts when I'm supposed to be paying attention when someone is talking" Which IS a hallmark of adhd. But I can't feel help but feel.. misunderstood? Because I feel like she underestimates what it means to actually live with adhd. And it's such a fundamental aspects of my life that I know she'd be damn good in masking and overcompensating most adhd symptoms if she had it. I feel a little stupid for letting me bother it, but it still does? Maybe more because she is a close friend of mine.

[super-paper]

Every time I read a MHA thinkpiece that can be summed up as "AFO is an evil All Might and Tomura is an evil Izuku", I'm like.........,