#and honestly? if i had died before i'd ever met my man? that would have been better

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[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ OBSESSED WITH UR HYSTERIA !

FROM: yan! afab! househusband! kuni / afab! reader

SUBJECT: kuni thinks you're cheating, and the usual hysteria ensues. this relationship has got lots of red flags, like exhibit a: you absolutely dig it when he chokes you out.

( jealousy, choking, masochistic behavior <- reader, reader's kinda crazy in love, scara is too, toxic relationship, is it toxic tho when you both dig it, tribbing, pussy eating, doujin shit once again )

your pretty lil husband is honestly too pretty for his own good.

when you first met him, your seatmate in highschool with too much talent and too little humility, you instantly became a sucker for those haughty purple eyes. you tried to be nice— you can't be a scholarship student acting like a delinquent, now can you?— but scara was… mean. cruel, even. he sneered whenever you were within the vicinity, claiming he might pass out from the stench of gutter, and laughed when you tried to ask him to teach you the lesson. 

"is the charity student trying to leech off of me?" he had said one time. "you'd be better off cleaning dishes in my house than wasting your time trying to get a future you'll never have."

you think that was the catalyst… of whatever you've become. because as soon as he walked out the door and your friends came scurrying over trying to comfort you, the old [y. name] died, and something more perverse took over.

you wanted him to ruin you.

you're not a masochist, by all means. you like your arms clean, your neck unmarked, but fuck it's just so fucking different when scara— kuni, now— has his pretty hands wrapped tightly around your bare throat.

"admit it!" he screams, glaring at you with tears and an unmatched expression of hatred and betrayal. "you're fucking your boss, i fucking know it!"

you're grinning, even as your vision becomes blurry from the deprivation of air. laughing, actually, though they barely register in your ears now. you want him carnally that it's actually become instinct. you should be prying his hands off, screaming for help, but you're desperate for more.

"you know that's not right, baby," you coo. "you're the only one i love. i swear to archons and beyond, you're the only person i'd ever love."

then the grip he has on you softens, though the bitterness in his eyes hasn't quite calmed yet. of course you love him— if you hadn't, you would have filed for a divorce long ago with all the shit he does to you. but you dig it, you're fucking in love with him and the way he treats you, and you'd think that he should've known this a long time ago already. but he isn't because kuni's fucking crazy. 

guess what, you're even fucking crazier.

"you're a liar," he whispers to you. his purple hair brushes your cheek as he stares down at you eerily. "i don't believe you."

with the way you're grinning like a goddamn maniac? you don't blame him. but you feel that same grin split your cheek as it widens, and your cunt drooling as he straddles you.

"sorry then," you croak, hearts in your eyes like your husband isn't one choke away from killing you. "how do i make it up to you then, babe?"

usually it's you who's eating out scara like a man starved, pinching and rubbing at his t-dick as you watch him scream and rut into your mouth. he forces you to make out with his pussy by pulling your hair towards it, breathless whines about how good you make him feel and how he wants more. now the tables have turned, and it's scara digging his nails into your thighs and fucking your pussy with his tongue like there's no tomorrow. he has none of the care you have when you eat him out, but still all with all the passion and fervor. 

"you're mine, you're mine, you're mine, you're mine!" scara growls against your leaking cunt, slurping your essence and letting it smear on his lips. you're in love with the image before you— kuni's angry and teary eyes glaring up at you, lips shiny with slick. "you're supposed to be my partner! i'm the one you married!"

"y–yeah, you are, kuni!" you whimper as he plunges two delicate fingers into your warm hole and curls them. "you're the only one i'll ever love!"

now you could obviously make him a tad more jealous. tease him with some lies about fucking your boss like how he assumes. that'd probably break him and push him over the edge, set an even harder pace that both you and him would enjoy. but you can't bring yourself to say such repulsive things, not when they're against the very nature of your existence. so instead you plead and whisper your love to him while he berates and admonishes you, and you enjoy every single second of it.

he sets a cruel and hard pace, pounding away at you just as good as any dick. you can feel his eyes watching your expression, and you want to watch him too. but the way he has you writhing and arching on your bed, panting as you rut into his fingers— why, you can barely even make sense of the ceiling.

"ggghhh, ngh, kuniii~♡" you whine, sobbing as you rock back into his cruel fingers. "close, close, m' so cloooseee!" archons, you're on another plane of euphoria as he keeps hitting that spot again and again and again. you're seeing stars, and you can hear your keened pitch mixed with lighthearted laughter. close… so close…!

then his fingers pull away, and you scream-sob at the loss of pleasure. dick. but not unexpected. but what a fucking dick.

he smirks down at you, a mirror image of that sadistic high school student you fell in love with years ago. these days he's softened, more huffy and shrieky, but this just proves that he's still got that bully streak you fell for. "you're not cumming without me," he whispers, staring straight at you as his fingers slip into the waistband of his shorts. he pulls it down to reveal his smooth thighs and hairless pussy, and fuck you could come from just the sight alone. 

fluttering pink pussy crying slick down his thighs, he shallowly dips two fingers into his hole as his half-lidded eyes eat up your panting and shaking fugure. "you're so pretty," he murmurs, lifting one leg to straddle you again. you groan as you feel his bare cunt squishing against your skin. "it makes sense why so many people want you… you're cool, you're hardworking, and you have this…thing that makes people obsessed with you." he caresses your cheek, twirling a strand of hair around his fingers. "it's worked on me. worked on those stupid men in high school. even at work i can see those filthy cretin staring at you as if you don't have a ring on your finger."

you shiver when his voice dips into a hateful hiss. before you can even ask how he knows that people at work stare, he leans in for a kiss. it's cute and simple at first, the ones that kuni gives when you walk out the door because he's too shy to give anything more. but then it becomes more fervent and passionate, the sum of all his hate and annoyance towards anyone who'd dare lay their eyes on you. he bites at your lip, clashes his teeth against yours, sucks on your tongue till you're sobbing into the kiss. when he pulls away, it's with a triumphant smirk as he stares at your tear-streaked face.

"not laughing right now, are you?" he sneers, wiping the spit on his lips with the back of his hand. "don't worry, babe." he laughs at the foreign endearment. "i'll fuck you so hard you'll be my brainless, laughing slut at the end of the night, yeah?"

"kuni," you whimper, not even trying to be shameless about it when you try to roll back against his sopping cunt. "i love you, only you. you know that!"

his eyes visibly soften, and once more he's just kuni, not scara. "i know," he murmurs, positioning himself at your cunt. your breath hitches when you can feel the heat of his slit on yours. just bareely touching, and you're going crazy over how close to pleasure you are. "you like to act like you're the one calling the shots around the house, fool yourself into thinking that you're the breadwinner while your pretty lil wife waits at home for you stewing in his jealousy and obsession. when in reality…"

his smirk grows as he watches your heart-eyed expression. "you're just as fucking obsessed with me as i am with you, huh?"

not waiting for a response, he grinds his cunt into you, and both of you keen at the same time. he keeps thrusting into your heat, sliding your folds together and letting the fluids slick against each other. lewd squelching fills the air as you two pant and groan against each other, pussy lips making out with each other. you see stars everytime his clit meets yours, and when he sees your head throw back, he grins and grinds down once again for added measure.

"you're so, hah, fucking wet…" kuni simpers, trying his best to sound stable even though his tongue's just barely peeking out from the pleasure. "nggh, are you that turned on from me manhandling you? i could feel your slick through your panties when i was choking you." you let out a eager moan when his pussy slides just right against yours. "archons… i knew you were fucked up."

"s–sorry," you pant out, trying to match his rhythm. he grabs your leg and stills it, shooting you a cocky glance as he continues to lead the pace.

"hmph, apologizing for something you can't and won't change?" gosh, gosh, gosh, his pussy squelches against yours, and even more when he starts rubbing his own clit. you can feel his slick coming out in small spurts. "don't worry. i like it that way. you're fucked up just for me, right?"

"mmhmm," your body is shaking as you nod. "all for you. just for you, kuni."

"you'd kill for me, right?" you nod even more passionately. the expression on his face is downright wicked. "if i told you to drive a knife through your bastard of a boss, you'd do that, right?"

"anything for my pretty husband," you murmur, eyes fixed on kuni's finger rubbing his engorged clit. when they pull away, the trace of slick connects them both. "i love you too much, kuni."

there it is. you've been doing nothing but whisper of your undying love for him all night, but this confession was the one to hit the spot. he didn't want you to just love him. he wanted to make sure that you could think of nothing but your love for him, to attach your soul to his like how he had the moment you two kissed on that school rooftop. he'd burn down the world for you— he wanted you to do the same.

smiling in triumph, he shoots you a haughty look— as if he wasn't just insecure about this and he was so sure of your love for him all this time. "of course you do," he sneers. "where would you be without me?"

going back to his rough pace, he continues to rock into your heat. his fingers slide from his clit to yours, and he rubs circles on it to coax a climax out of you. "come on," he pants. "you're gonna come for me, right? squirt all over my pussy, yeah? i'm so wet for you, only you. you better pay me back."

"cum, cum, cummingggg~♡" you sob. your hands find his and your fingers intertwine. you don't see it, but his eyes widen with the slightest inch before pouting in an adorable blush. "ku~uniii, 'm gonna cumm~!"

"on my pussy, come on," he groans. "let it all out."

something in your stomach snaps, and you're arching into his heat too as kuni tugs on your clit and you start squirting all over him. he makes sure to press his pussy against yours even harder, kissing your lower lips so that his hole can swallow up every drop from you. 

"fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so hot," kuni hisses. he pulls away from you and swings his leg over your mouth. he's absolutely fucking dripping— with your slick or his, you don't know, don't care. he pulls your hair to lead your mouth against that pretty pink hole, fluttering eagerly for you to make out with. "come on, bitch," he hisses. "give me a proper apology. eat me out, just like that, yeah, come on."

he doesn't need to order you around— it's basic instinct for you to eat such a warm cunt when it's in front of you. he's rocking against you as your tongue fucks in and out of that hole, head thrown back in ecstasy. "archons, you eat me out so good. ugh, mmngh, cum, cumming~♡"

biting slightly at his clit and tugging it, you elicit a high-pitched squeak form him before opening your mouth. he squirts slick into your mouth too, pressing down to force you to swallow everything he has to offer. you can hear him laughing and groaning above you, smiling down at you in that manic smile he wears when caught in the throes of mind-numbing pleasure.

pulling at your hair, he tugs you away from his cunt with a lewd squelch, and grins down at you.

"put your boss on video call," he demands, taking pleasure in the way your eyes widen but dilate in pure lust. "i'm sure he'd be happy to see two pussies fucking each other for him.

tags: @scara6

[drivinmeinsane]

Would you wanna expand on Anna and K being siblings in all ways that matter? I agree, I'd just like to hesr your thoughts on the matter too :]

Oh man, you've opened a can of worms. 👀 Here's some of my rambling threads of thoughts complete with my mauled digital copy of the script and screencaps galore.

Spoilers for Blade Runner 2049 under the cut.

From the moment Ana is introduced, even before we meet her face to face, she is a mirror of K. They are copies of one another. Two people can't have the exact same genetic code, but the closest one can get is twins. They shared their defining memory and splintered off later in life as siblings do.

There was always meant to be two of them. The files say that one died from an illness and the other lived. We find out that Ana was stuck on-world from an illness that she developed. Only, she didn't die. She was left behind and abandoned to work for Wallace and other corporations needing her memory making services. Ana is the real girl and K is her ghost.

A life of freedom as long as it's behind glass. K has the same as long as he obeys the rigid system that keeps him tethered. Neither are truly living. It's escapism. They both dream of realities where they are loved. By illegally putting her memory into K, Ana created a family member. He's her copy—a sibling, a twin—someone who shared her life experience and could relate. Two children, protecting the only item they have left from a father who they had never met. As one, they had stowed it away in a furnace and enduring being beaten. They lived this. Together. Ana's last name of Stelline. Little stars. It beings to mind the Gemini zodiac sign. The twins. Castor and Pollux and their horses. K was the invisible companion of Ana, an unborn ghost. Maybe she imagined him when things got too dismal. Maybe she thought about having a brother or a sister. When the time came, she offered up the memory to the Wallace corporation so the burden of that childhood could be shared, understood. A sibling made reality. A ghost was made solid, living flesh. Who would have thought that replicant would come looking? Who would have thought Officer K would break every shred of genetic modification and careful conditioning to find her, his sister, while searching for answers because he cared, because he was part of Ana's scattered family and didn't know it.

Again, they mirror each other. In the same moment that Ana is looking at the snow falling on her hand, K is doing the same. Even in the end, they are connected. Left hand and right hand—two parts of a whole.

No one had ever come for K. He makes sure someone comes for Ana. He knows what it's like to want family so badly that your very bones ache, that you would kill another one of your kind for the first time for it. He found their father and brought him home. He was a good brother, a good son.

There is a void over Ana's right shoulder where K should be. Her ghost—her copy—has died even if she does not know it yet. His death in a roundabout way fulfills the prophecy of the DNA database findings. Two siblings, a boy and a girl. One dies. He haunted her before his inception and he haunts her still after his body is found on the stairs of the upgrade center. If only she had spoken up. If only K had told Deckard the truth. If only there had been another way to love someone without remaining a stranger.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record because I've honestly lost count of how many times I've said this, I genuinely believe Deckard would have shrugged and accepted the fact that he and Rachael had had two kids.

I think the three of them could have been happy together, but Blade Runner 2049 is a modern Greek tragedy seeped in the lore from thousands of years ago. There are no joyous endings here.

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.161 Against my will

Okay, so I know I look like I'm either on a Sulani vacation or a nice date with my wife, but this is the only green dress shirt I have. It's not exactly my style, but it will do for the occasion. Sophia and I stand at the door, hoping our guests will recognize me because I have no idea who's coming to this thing. I had asked Dereck Jang to see who he could find, but I never followed up with him. My friend Justin arrived first, as always. I love our friendship so much. We barely talk or see each other, but when I call, he's right there.

After a while, the club began filling up, so we went inside so we wouldn't impede traffic flow. This guy I'd never seen before walked up and introduced himself. Darius Clemons was his name, and he said his mother was one of Mama's best friends. His mother's name was Diamond, and he recently lost both of his parents too. That fact instantly created a bond between us. I gave him my condolences, and he offered his. He's married, no children. His wife was at the bar talking to Justin. Her mother, Gemma, was another one of Mama's best friends. I honestly did not know a lot about her life before me or even pre-divorce. She was just so laden with guilt and shame, she put the past in a vault and only shared what was necessary. It was kinda nice to meet sims who knew her before I did. After talking to him for a while, I realized they were a lot older than me, despite their baby faces. They were teenagers when I was born. He remembered the day Gammy died. It was Beach Cleanup Day, and Mama organized a big family day in Sulani for us, her friends, and their families. His parents were never together, and his mother had gotten married to someone else, but he remembered spending the day with both his parents. He even remembered seeing me and Less as tiny tots. What a treat! Suddenly, I wanted to interview every single sim who came for us just to learn more about Mama, and even my own life before the divorce.

Dereck and Chi Chi arrived at the same time, and I half expected her to bring a plus one. Sophia says she's been texting her a lot lately, asking if she knows this man or that man she's thinking about dating. I'm glad she's getting back out there and that she has a friendship with my wife, but I don't know why she thinks Sophia knows everyone. Maybe it's more a show of good faith so she knows Chi Chi isn't still gunning for her husband, heh. However, it turned out she did have a plus one...sorta. The guy she raved about last week was the DJ tonight. She went on a date with DJ Simms?! I love that guy. Whenever I go to a club, and he's there, I know the music is going to be on point.

Naturally, she embraced me and asked how I was holding up.

"I'm hanging in there," I said.

"That's about all you can do."

"I appreciate you coming out."

"Don't be silly! I wouldn't miss this. I didn't know your mom long, but she was really cool."

We joined everyone else on the dance floor, and I met a few more sims from Mama's past. I kept my eyes on the door, hoping Alessia would walk through at any moment. Last time she skipped a party, I was furious, but I wouldn't blame her this time. I'm trying to keep it cool, but this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I don't feel like dancing. I don't want to laugh and be nice to these strangers. I want to be at home with my baby and my wife. But even though she's not here, I'm still Emmy's son, and I'm a damn good son, so here I am, dancing like she wanted me to.

But after a while, it's clear this is too much for Less, so I abandon the idea of waiting for her and try to wrap this thing up. It's getting late, and didn't want to be here, anyway. But, there is one thing that could make this night complete. I grabbed Sophia and went upstairs to do karaoke. This is the perfect way to memorialize Mama tonight. Someone is singing already, so we grab a table to wait for our turn.

An unfamiliar voice called my name. It was the rude girl from the spa. I hadn't seen her in so long, I almost forgot we had fake beef. She wanted to know where I'd been and if everything was okay. Maybe she too thought it was time to bury the fictitious hatchet, heh.

I kept it brief and light, stating life had been super hectic since having a baby. She told me whenever I want to come back to the spa to let her know and we'll work something out. Is it just me or is that code for she misses me? See...if she would have been nice to me the first time... Let me not finish that thought.

Just as we get up to sing, Less walks through the door, and I was so glad to see her. But just like when Mama and I sang, she makes a beeline for the door and goes back downstairs. I'll never understand that woman, but I sure do love her. She's my OG best friend and biggest pain the ass, heh.

Sophia and I sing our little non-singing hearts out and head back downstairs to say goodnight to everyone. I found Alessia in good spirits and told her I was glad she came and proud that she got over whatever she had to overcome to get here tonight. Neither of us wanted to here, but I think we both knew we needed this distraction. I had fun against my will, and I'm glad I did.

[dareactions]

SO SO SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU BACK

Don't you mind writing Dorian/Inquisitor marriage proposal? We were so robbed at the end of the game please.

Okay, so I haven't played Dorians romance in a while, so excuse me if its a bit OOC here. Tried my best to keep his personality in check lmao.

I decided to do the Inquisitor proposing to Dorian rather than the other way around, bcs our man deserves that. (Altho I do have an idea for him proposing as well maybe.)

Dorian can feel that something is off, it's in the air. It's that odd peculiar shift that sometimes passes by unknowingly and gradually but he can pinpoint the exact moment it occurred, it was two weeks ago during dinner. His amatus, the love of his life, the savior of the world- all that very important stuff, looked up at him with the most peculiar look and ever since it's been off.

''You'd tell me, if the world was ending again, wouldn't you?'' He speaks up from his seat near the open fireplace, his love glancing up from the mabari that had kept his focus for most of the night. Dorian didn't actually mind the dog as much as he thought he would. It's kind of cute, in a saliva slobbering kind of way. ''Yes, I'd like to think so. Why? Am I glowing green again?'' The joke falls horribly flat, Dorian does absolutely not smile whatsoever thank you very much.

''No, you're not glowing green. You're just being weird lately. Weirder than usual.'' Dorian can't help but huff, putting his book on the side-table with a lazy arm, it makes an uncomfortably loud 'thud' sound upon hitting the wood and he can't help but frown. ''I'm not being weird, you're being weird.'' Is the lame counter his boyfriend offers, focusing back on the mabari with a laugh.

Except Dorian knows that isn't it, not quite. ''No. Something is off, what is it? You told me after- after everything you'd be more honest.'' After the arm. After the mark almost tore him apart, he'd promised Dorian wholeheartedly to not keep a single thing from him.

His amatus stares for a long moment, long enough for Dorian to fidget in his chair. He pulls at the fabric of his linen shirt, and pushes a hand through his hair in an attempt to look less nervous at bringing up the promise. ''It's not the right moment.'' He finally responds, soft words that are barely heard over the crackling fire. ''I don't care about it being the right moment, if something is wrong I want to know.'' His words have far more bite in them than Dorian intends and he sighs after a while.

''Nothing is wrong, I promise.'' His lover stands up and makes his way across the room, and Dorian tries to not pout as a warm hand makes it to his knee. It's such a gentle motion he probably would've cried had it been done a few years ago.

''Then tell me.'' Dorian pushes and his love dares to smile that stupidly charming smile and make his chest clench in affection. He'd love this man until he died, well and truly. There was no other way around it.

''Very well, but you can't come and complain to me that I didn't do it properly later.'' He sighs and Dorian perks up, sitting up attentively and ignoring the laughter that makes the smallest hint of embarrassment rear its head.

''We've been through a lot, too much probably. And I honestly wasn't sure if I'd survive long enough to ask this. For a while it seemed like I'd be robbed of the chance to do so before it even seemed a possibility.'' Their hands interlink and Dorian for the millionth time notices all the small scars that cover his lovers hand. They speak tales of battles fought before and after they met, struggles nobody could ever dare to try and understand.

''But there was never a doubt in my mind. Because you are the most brilliant man I've ever met, compassionate enough for both us and snarky enough.'' ''Excuse you, I will have you know-'' Dorian interrupts but quickly gets shushed with a grin. ''Shush, I'm being romantic, love.'' His love laughs, pressing a kiss against Dorian's hand and sure enough its enough to shut him up.

''What I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted. Is that you have enough positive qualities that I could write more than a few books about it. You know, normally people have enough time to write speeches down for these things- but you just had to be so perceptive.'' Dorian should probably be annoyed at that, but he just grins- the most proud smug look that he could manage right now when he feels the need to cry sneak up on him.

''You're tearing up, oh, andraste's tits-'' ''Amatus, hurry up and ask so I can say yes.''

''Dorian, will you marry me?'' The question is barely asked before Dorian kisses him, all giggly and warm and far too eager. They stumble to the floor and their laughter bounces off the walls of the study, Dorian's tears an annoying addition he'd lie about later if asked.

''Yes, I'll marry you. I'll marry you a hundred times over, fall in love with you in every life possible- you absolute fool, I followed you to the ends of the world, of course I'll marry you.''

Dorian followed him to the ends of the world and he'd do it again, but this time he'd much prefer if they had matching rings for the occasion.

[anewkindofme]

So I know you’ve talked about if Stefan was a girl in the past, which has made me think about what if Marcel was a girl? I don’t know if you’ve talked about this yet or not, but I’ve always found the concept interesting. Like would they have met the same way? Would klaus be even more possessive- similar to how he is with Rebekah? Would he be similar to how he is with Hope? The girl wouldn’t have gone to fight in the war so how would that change their dynamic? I honestly have so many ideas - but I don’t want to bug you with all of them but I would love to hear your opinion on this! <3

First off, you're not bothering me at all and I'd love to hear your ideas!

I think he'd probably find her the same way, to be honest. Being whipped by that asshole and Marcella standing up for herself. Except, I don't think it'd be Klaus seeing himself in her, it'd be him seeing Rebekah getting whipped by Mikael. Which I do believe had to have happened a few times. So, he steps in, kills the asshole and basically adopts her on the spot.

But yes, they would have a much different relationship. Again, Klaus saw nothing but himself in Marcel and so badly wanted to right the wrongs of Mikael. Whereas, I do think he wanted to break the abusive cycle when it came to Hope (and would the same for Marcella), but I also feel it was almost his way of trying to make up how he was with Rebekah. He was protective but when it came to things Hope wanted to do, he was supportive. She wanted to dabble in witchcraft? Safely, he allowed it. He indulged her love of art. Yes, he went into typical protective daddy mode with boys but he let her have that sweet moment with Landon. He did abandon her (which, I could write several essays on how fucked up it is that basically all of the family did, including Hayley but that's not what you asked lmao), but he truly thought with her best interest and not his.

But...Hope got the Klaus that went through centuries of growth. She got the dad that Marcel should've had. But, in the 1800s...he was not this man.

I think he would've been how he was with Rebekah, but knock it up to about 100 because Marcella would be human. I think he'd try to keep her sheltered as much as possible. She would not be allowed to leave the house alone. She'd always have to have an escort. If she merely thought about being with a boy, that boy would be dead.

He'd indulge her, there's no doubt about that. She'd have everything her heart desires. She's his sweet, precious princess. He wouldn't treat her as a warrior at all. Rather, just a fragile doll. It'd take time for her to see that she wasn't delicate.

As you said, she couldn't join the war as a soldier but she could've served as a nurse. I see her turning soldiers before they died as a way to save them. Kind of like the female version of Carlisle Cullen. And when Klaus found out...he'd be pissed.

I don't think he ever stopped looking at any of his kids like children. Even when he and Marcel had their rivalry, it's clear he (and Elijah) viewed him as a petulant little prince throwing a temper tantrum because he's mad at his daddy and uncle. And once again, I think it'd double with Marcella with Klaus not taking her seriously. I think the MIkaelson family overall is "above their time" when it comes to gender roles, sexuality, etc. That being said, Klaus holds some extremely sexist ideals. He says he supports women doing what they love and says they are warriors in their own right...but then he tries to step in and control things, even in a loving way. Like, he knows Rebekah can fend for herself but also thinks "She's my baby sister, she needs more protecting than my brothers". So, I think he'd do the same with Marcella. Even when she was a vampire, he'd think "This is my baby, no way in hell!"

Though, I think Marcella would be more straightforward than Marcel was when it came to defying Klaus. Marcel had to elaborately fake his death. I see Marcella snapping and daring Klaus to dagger her like he has his family. Or compel her to follow his every move. Really bait him into an argument. I don't think Klaus ever struck young Marcel (outside spanking him), but I do think there was that slight fear that he'd do it. Whereas, I don't think Marcella would have that fear. She'd call his bluff and threaten to run away.

And this is where I see it diverging. He does dagger Marcella. He keeps her in a coffin for 80 years because he will not lose his little girl. When Elijah undaggers the rest of his siblings, he undaggers his niece as well.

And I think having his daughter would be what pushed Klaus to try to be better. Especially when she wants very little to do with him. Eventually, she takes off for New Orleans. Klaus follows her. But The Originals would be about them, along with the rest of the family rebuilding that bond. Because as possessive as Klaus was, he was a loving father and Marcella just wants her dad back. She just can't have it be how it was before.

Marcella (Gerard) Mikaelson, as portrayed by Sierra McClain

[lunanovakat]

Sneak Peek of a Future Project

This is barely even half of this first chapter and it keeps growing... I wanted to share the rough draft before it gets too big and seven-years pass before it's one day uploaded.

I've just been so in love with Marvel/DC crossovers lately, I have so many DC or Marvel crossovers tbh, and honestly I have so many WIPs that leaking peeks of them are probably how half of them are going to be able to see the light of day.

Feel free to pester me in curiosity bc I'd love to rant about my never-ending list of work and maybe also use them as an excuse to not feel hella stressed.

Still thinking of a name for it, so we'll see how that comes out.

Sandman's in jail for the millionth time - exhausting as always but worth it - the general destruction the man was known for having been kept to a minimum, thankfully, and Spider-Man waved away by shifting cops who aren't really sure how to treat the hero-framed villain-vigilante. And it's nice, even if he's going home to a too cramped one room apartment he could barely even afford without any friends or family to make him think life was worth living.

Something under his skin mourned his life - maybe grieving with him, it was a funny thought considering no one knew who Peter Parker was anymore and anyone who would've had moved on to better things or died.

His chest aches - he pushes it down, he has the funny feeling Mr. Falcon was disappointed in him.

Has a funny feeling several heroes he knows or knew were slightly disappointed in him for some reason, and the thought of them made the gaping void in his chest twinge-

Actually, his chest is aching, painfully, enough that Peter cringes and tries to swing towards a roof to check if he received a wound he hadn't noticed - something like Mr. Dr. Strange panicky and worried about magic as Peter's spidey-sense screams like a Banshee. His hand phases through his web, not misses or is unable to reach, the web phases right through his hand mid-swing and he starts to fall - and fall -

And fall.

New York dusk, a colorful kaleidoscope of faint smog and red-orange-yellow, turns into a darkly dreary cloudy smog filled night, but Peter's head hits concrete and all he knows is unconsciousness.

He doesn't wake up for three days - he doesn't feel as human when he wakes up either.

The first thing he realizes, brain melting out of his ears and his organs humming, is that he's not in New York anymore.

He's not even in the same dimension.

"Um.. Excuse me?" A young, familiar voice whispers to her - a voice she's heard on patrol since she'd been a child, again and again - and it has Barbara already rolling her eyes at Dick's antics before she even knew what they'd be - always a bother and a brother, and great at doing both.

She loved him, she did, too much blood spilt for the other for either of them to ever be anything less than family with one another but she was busy and, unless Dick had coffee and some good news, she wasn't really in the mood for one of his playful 'cheer-up' schemes. Dick would understand, obviously, once she had a chance to explain herself and relax when the livelihoods of others weren't actively hanging over her head but she was wrung thin for the moment.

"Not now, Dick - you know B wants this report tonight." They needed to find the missing teens and they needed to find them quickly, they'd already found too many bodies already. And still no reason as to why, which might bother her just as much as the death toll.

Half of her suspects magic, the other half of her hopes it's just a new killer hoping to make a name - either way Barbara is tired and the deaths are wearing away her conscience.

Barbara expects a gusty sigh, or an audible cringe, something so like Dick that her tension melts away and she, for a moment, is able to relax in the presence of family she knows will look out for her - instead, horrifyingly, she's met with a quietly stuttered out, "Oh.", and she snaps her head up to find the wide-eyed baby-face of a child looking back at her.

One that looks so much like the Dick she grew up with, had worked as Batgirl with, that Barbara feels winded for a few seconds and unable to restart her brain.

"Sorry," The boy starts after an awkward bit of silence, "I didn't - I'm sorry for bothering you." And he goes to turn away, shoulders high and anxious, and she can't let that happen.

"No!" Barbara snaps quickly, cringing at the flinch the boy offers her action in return - god, he was like a skittish pre-teen version of Dick, except his hair and eye-color were wrong - sitting up as straight as she could and plastering on an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry - really - I thought you were a friend of mine named Dick."

There's a dark, ugly purple bruise on the kid's cheek and Barbara feels sort of sick noticing it. And the darker, spotted with irritated red, bruises she can see under the collar of the kid's rough looking shirt that climb up his neck like he had been strangled don't make her feel any better. Something sits, angry, in her gut at both being on a poor kid that looked like Dick got frisky with a brunette without protection - and, well, just a small kid to begin with.

God, had Dick had a secret child? No. That couldn't be...

But maybe he had - Dick had had a wild series of flings when he was eighteen and the kid looked like he was around ten.

If she wanted to stretch it, she could say he was ten through thirteen - or, maybe, fourteen or fifteen but really young looking, but he looked too young to just look young.

"Like Tom, Dick, and Harry?" The kid asks, still tense and awkward but trying to ease himself into a false sense of comfort, offering Barbara a smile that's too much like Dick's it makes her heart squeeze with how out of place the kid looks like he feels.

With how out of place it looks on someone who isn't Dick.

"Exactly, kiddo." Barbara confirms, a flicker of amusement at the boy's disgruntled look stoking a warmth to replace the heaviness in her gut, and she motioned towards the phone on the desk next to her, "A friend of mine said he planned on dropping by soon - since it's so late, I assumed you were him. I've just been so busy with my second job that I didn't realize the person speaking to me didn't have the same voice as my friend - Dick'll have a field day with that, but I'm not going to tell him."

By now, the kid was relaxed - still tense in a way that made her heart ache and something angry and hot want to crawl up her spine, but far more relaxed since she accidentally insulted him. He still looked too much like Dick that her mind was trying to connect the two and was short-circuiting when no leads or explanations came up for her to grapple around with.

Barbara had been there for Dick whenever a pregnancy scare or scam happened to him, knew almost every past flame Dick had as much as she didn't want to, but she knows there had to be an explanation. A piece to the puzzle was missing or she was overlooking something, and she couldn't let the kid leave just yet without a possible answer to her question - for all she knew, some past flame had been severely unhinged and stole a used condom or something, stranger things had happened.

"Now that that's out of the way - sorry, again - what can I help you with?" She smoothly added on, still keeping up her friendly smile to the mini-me of her best friend, "If you're looking for a specific book or curious about what our library has to offer, you can ask me any question you'd like."

Mini-Dick, because he looks so much like him - so terrifyingly identical in a way she nearly thinks cloning at first, but then saw the lighter skin and the warm brown eyes and the dark brown hair and way his jaw curved more upwards instead of staying in Dick's diamond cut - and she doesn't know his name, flushes slightly when he offers her a wider and relieved smile. It's Dick's smile, the way it crinkles a dimple in one cheek and not the other and makes the kid twinge his nose just a little as his eyes squint and his brow-bridge twitches, and it takes Barbara's breath away.

If this kid wasn't Dick's son, she'd fight condiment king in her civilian clothes without a single complaint for a month. Cloning would make the kid more similar to Dick, only minor patches in Dick's genetic code needing to be corrected with someone else's, and even if someone knew that Dick was Nightwing there wasn't anything overly impressive in Dick's DNA to make him worth cloning.

It could be a ploy to get to Bruce, as Batman, but something in the bottom of her lungs told her the kid was too genuine and too skittish to be some sort of plant - Dick's smile altered enough, nose twitching the wrong way and the outer corner of his eyes crinkling more than the inner unlike Dick's that did both equally, the kid could claim it as his own. Alike but different, not a replica but just how the kid was.

"Oh, thanks - I, um, I was wondering where the public computers are?" The kid starts, a tension in his frame leaving in minutiae milliseconds, the shape of Dick's eyes warming like the honey-brown of his irises, "And, uh, if you had anymore of those 'Welcome to Gotham City' pamphlets? A.. Nice lady at the diner nearby said there was one…"

Dick's kid - because it has to be his son, not a brother or cousin or clone when he looks so much like Dick but different too, and so distantly like Dick's parents who she's seen photos of mixed with pieces of some people else - shifts on his feet, small and awkward and wary, and Barbara's heart all but shatters in her chest at the realization the kid is running from something. No one came to Gotham willingly, and never with a good and happy reason either, add in the bruises she can see as plain as day all over the kid -

The tip of a thick scar, jagged and crude, peeks from the collar of his shirt when leans in on himself a little too much - hiding himself, hoping he'd be small enough no one spots him, shifting on his feet silently and waiting to flee, aware of his surroundings but pretending not to be-

Barbara knows a kid in a bad situation when she sees one - she feels like crying at seeing Dick looking so small and wary and scared, even if the kid was pretending he wasn't. Trying to hide his wariness as much as possible instead of focusing on Barbara, a known friend of Dick and the Oracle, pretending he was okay even when he wasn't - either he was a kid who was really just running, the greatest actor she's ever seen, or a kid being used and terrified of it.

He was so tiny, either way.

She could barely breathe, he was too tiny.

[unclassedguy]

The Details of Genderbend Naoya Au:

*yap incoming*

Just a collection of my thought process and ramblings about this collection of drawings to scratch the itch in my brain.

General ramblings:

This is not a fleshed out au. There isn't much of a storyline and I don't exactly know if I will ever make one.

The au doesn't follow the jjk canon apart from some general things like Toji leaving Megumi and Tsumiki etc.

The ‘story’ follows Naoya Zenin after an accident that should have killed him instead leaves him unscathed. That is, until he wakes up the next day with a girl's body, a kogane companion, and the ability to see strange creatures (cursed spirits) and people who should have been long dead.

Bro is basically now part of a culling game-esque event involving people who were saved from death like him, those who died long ago and were resurrected, and creatures that should have never entered the living realm. Some people such as him with bad karma for their actions, are given certain handicaps and/or punishments when they're brought back from death. Hence girl-Naoya.

But, by destroying the souls of beings with even more bad karma than you, you can gain points that will give you access to abilities (cursed techniques) or lessen your own punishment or handicap.

The Kogane function the same here as they do in canon.

Basically, this is me drawing fem Naoya with a bunch of extra steps 💀

Drawing one:

A lot of the ‘story’ of this au just happened randomly as I was doodling, Kenjaku and Takaba running Naoya over being part of that.

I wanted to draw Naoya reacting to him becoming a girl for the shits and giggle, yk, the sillies

And before I knew it I had Naoya getting run over by a truck 💀

The reason Takaba is the driver is because of that one scene in Kenjaku vs Takaba, Kenjaku is in the passenger's seat just because.

There is no reason as to what they're singing besides me wanting them to have been distracted by something goofy 

You might have noticed Naoya is holding something. Idk what it is though 

Its like….a wand…a club…? It's based off his first form as a cursed spirit, the one where he looks like a worm

Yes, his shirt does indeed say “why women deserve less”. It's based on that one fanart of him reading a book with the same title. 

Drawing two:

The first thing I thought of when I imagined Naoya going on a ‘quest’ to become a man again was that ant carrying a bindle.

(It gives pathetic energy, which i enjoy giving my Naoya drawings)

This is actually my first time drawing Hana, I actually like drawing her

I'm so sorry to people who like Nobara and Maki, I can't draw them that well 😭😭😭

I'm thinking Hana/Angel are trying to fix whatever is going on with the souls of the deceased/players, and are thus gathering allies (though they also want to defeat a certain king of curses even in this au as well 👀)

Naoya ends up joining her, Maki, and Nobara as allies (no one is happy about this)

They will put him in his place, especially Maki.

(I wonder what would happen if he met Yuki…)

Naoya and Hana is a combination I didn't think I'd ever draw interacting tbh 💀

But for some reason that's what ended up happening

Other thoughts:

It's so cute how the kogane have different designs sometimes based on who they belong to. It reminds me of the crows in kny.

I wonder if they're meant to represent something about each player???

For example, the one we see with Naoya when we're first introduced to his curse form has a skull like face, which we later see on Naoya's second curse form.

His looks so crusty and I love it

I rlly wanted it to be his companion in this au

Honestly, I was thinking Naoya upon turning into a girl would try everything he could to make himself look more traditionally masculine

But I still wanted to draw him in a skirt, you know, because

So…uh…yeah 👍

His ass doesn't even want to be a woman, but let's be fr, he be styling his hair in the mirror or some shit thinking things like ‘if only every woman paid half as much attention to how she holds herself as me!’ Thinking he's giving everyone a good example or something 💀

Stfu Naoya 

I have a third addition to this collection of drawings in the works. It'll probably be up in a few days, depending on if I have time to work on it or not. This will probably be the last piece of this au for a while.

Part 1 , Part 2 Edit: Part 3

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for defending myself against attempted murder?

I (48M) recently discovered that my fourth wife (32F) was having an affair with another man (50M). She made it clear that she did not love me (personally I doubt she loved him, or indeed anyone), and I am certain (despite having no way to prove it for a long time) that she only married me to murder me for my money (she attempted to do so at least once--I became ill from what I recognise, from experience, as the symptoms of arsenic poisoning, despite the doctor insisting otherwise, and am convinced she put arsenic in my drink but failed to use a high enough dose to be fatal. A rather amateurish mistake, clearly she hadn't done this before.). When I confronted her about this she called me a ghoul and accused me of murdering my previous three wives (my first wife disappeared, and the other two died of what my doctor says were completely unexpected heart attacks. No evidence has ever been found linking me to any of their deaths.)

For her birthday recently, she decided she wanted to have a party in a supposedly haunted house, and intended to invite several of her friends (i.e. people who would take her side) and the man who I strongly suspected to be her lover (I believe she was unaware that I knew this). Obviously, this could only have been a plot for her and her lover to murder me, and as anyone else would have done in such a situation, I knew I needed to kill them both before they could do so (what else was I expected to do? let them kill me?), so I changed the guest list to include her lover and several people who neither of us knew, but who were in need of money (so that I could more easily get them to take my side). She was unreasonably angry about this, and even more so after I insisted that she attend the party (where I could more easily keep an eye on her) when she suddenly decided to stay in her room for the evening (presumably in an attempt to carry out her plan without my knowledge).

Halfway through the party, my wife (with impeccable timing, I was just starting to get a bit bored) was apparently murdered by hanging. The other guests immediately accused me of murdering her simply because I was the only one present who knew her (her lover was claiming never to have met her at the time), and while I pointed out that I wasn't stupid enough to hang my wife by a rope from the ceiling in front of everyone, they didn't seem convinced. I initially wondered if my wife's lover had decided he wanted all the money for himself and killed her, but I soon realised that she had in fact faked her death. (Also, one of the guests [56M] burst in on me ranting about ghosts while I was alone with her 'corpse'--annoyed at the interruption and at the time wondering if he was in on the plan [as it turns out, he was not], I briefly attempted to strangle him, which he seems to hold against me, but he was being extremely annoying throughout the evening.)

It took me a while after this to figure out the exact details of my wife's plan, as I had not expected the fake death, but eventually I realised that her and her lover were manipulating another of the guests [25F] into believing that I was trying to kill her (as if I had any motivation to do such a thing, I'd never even met her before) and killing me in "self-defence" (my wife's lover also accused me of being responsible for the gaslighting--this is the kind of disgusting act that I would never commit, and I really don't see how anyone can see me as the villain of this story when they would do something like this).

At this point I put my own (much better--I was honestly rather disappointed by how many holes in my wife's plan there were) plan into action. When the guest shot me (aware that my wife was planning to kill me, I had earlier loaded every gun except my own with blanks--as a side note, being shot with a blank does still hurt, and I have received very little sympathy from anyone for this) I pretended to be dead (and did a rather good job of dramatically staggering falling to the ground, if I do say so myself). She ran out of the room in a panic, and I lay on the ground and waited until my wife's lover entered. He took away my gun and dragged me in a rather undignified way across the floor (none too clean, and I was wearing a suit--I realise I am significantly taller than him, and most people, but surely he could have at least tried to pick me up?), in an attempt to throw me into a pit of acid. (Yes, there was a pit of acid in the house. Don't ask me, I didn't put it there.) Naturally, I threw him in instead.

After this of course I needed to deal with my wife. I hid and waited for her to enter the room. When she did so, I used a fake skeleton on strings (a rather amusing little device I'd built earlier) to convince her my vengeful ghost was haunting her (what can I say, I have a flair for the dramatic), and taunted her for a while before pushing her into the pit of acid. All in all, quite a satisfying end to this little adventure, and I was feeling quite pleased with myself, but certain people have been calling me a murderer for it. Personally I think they should be more grateful, since I did give them the money I promised, and stated at the inquest that I'd killed my wife's lover in self-defence while he was trying to kill me (and that my wife had then fallen in--not TOO far from the truth, and the whole story is quite a long one, so I think taking a few liberties is understandable, don't you?), when a different, less honest man could easily have pinned the blame on any of them. I've been informed by more than one person that my choice of a skeleton tie pin for the occasion was "inappropriate" (I thought it was very appropriate) and "ghoulish" (I had no idea ghouls dressed so well). The particularly irritating guest I mentioned earlier even insists that my wife's ghost will haunt me (which should prove he's not a reliable source of information--fascinating as it would be if ghosts were real, I have seen no proof of it).

I think I'm clearly innocent in all this, as I acted in self-defence, and that some people simply lack a sense of humour. Others apparently think I'm a "serial killer". AITA?

[maybebecomingms]

dry-ish january

January 19, 2024

I have a very much on-again, off-again relationship with alcohol. (TW if this is a tough subject for you.)

I grew up with alcoholic parents, developed a fondness for beer before I ever went to school, and sometimes partook with them before I graduated high school. My best friend in college was 4.5 years my senior, and I spent much of the summer following my freshman year at her house in a small mining town where there's not much else to do but drink. She didn't have a car, so I'd wait for her outside while she got the goods I wasn't yet old enough to buy myself.

We threw a joint graduation party 3 years later and didn't drink or provide alcohol. Our mental health wasn't great and we knew it wouldn't help. So we just... didn't, and hadn't been.

I met the man I would later marry (and divorce) the following year, and my habits slowly changed again. He drank regularly, so I started to as well. I could never drink as much as he did without feeling like absolute garbage, so I made it a point to have at least 3 sober days each week. If I could manage to have just one or two on the other days, it might not be so bad.

But it was never just one or two. It was usually four or more. As I became increasingly more uncomfortable with the reality of my life and the impossible expectations placed on me, taking three days off each week became more and more of a challenge. Meanwhile, I got involved in mental health care and routinely lied to my providers about how much I was consuming.

I'm a sucker for any sort of temporary challenge, and would give it up for periods of time. I did at least a couple sober Lent seasons. And I did Dry January sometimes, too. It wasn't easy - my ex would sometimes act offended when I declined to drink alcohol on random days throughout the week. When I took a break for weeks on end, you'd think I was purposefully harming him.

I've always been acutely aware of the risks of excessive drinking. I've seen folks die from alcohol-induced dementia, and liver failure. It's not pretty. My parents and all their friends were party animals, and many of their friends have died from substance use. Besides alcoholism, I have family history of heart disease and diabetes. My dad died of heart failure at only 58 (10 years ago next month), and I know his drinking played a role in his death.

Cutting way back following my divorce wasn't as easy as I had initially thought it would be. I couldn't stand my living situation with my old roommates, and up until only a couple of months ago, I was working a job where I was treated unbelievably badly every single day. While I wasn't routinely downing 12+ drinks a week like before, I still routinely felt a "need" to cope by drinking.

This time, I decided to do Dry January a little differently. I decided I will not drink *at home* over the course of this month, or while alone. If I was out with friends and it felt okay, maybe I'd have a little. But the ONLY acceptable reason was to enjoy something that tastes good while socializing - it could not be to cope with any sort of bad feelings.

To my surprise, it's WORKED! And it's worked so well. In years past, I would do it, but it felt like it took an incredible amount of control and self-restraint. Like I was white-knuckling it the whole time.

It hasn't been like that at all. I honestly haven't thought about it much - besides the ways I have been feeling better. I haven't missed it. It's felt like the opposite of a need to control. More like a release.

I don't think I'll ever be someone who would be able to tell you I haven't had a drink in years. I don't think I even want that for myself. I like to share a cider with a friend, and I'll probably always want the option. But now it's finally just that - an option that I can enjoy on occasion. Or not!

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #244

Who was the last person who unexpectedly texted you? My sister Ashley sent me a picture that Aubree drew recently, I'm sure because it had spooky factors (it resembled Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas) so she thought I'd like it, which I certainly did. My sisters don't really text me, so I was very appreciative to see it.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? *shrug*

Has anyone smoked in your car? I don't have a car, and the car Mom uses is borrowed, too. She doesn't allow smoking in her cars.

Do you think if you want a guy’s attention engaging him then ignoring him works? Oh grow the fuck up.

How long has it been since you’ve ridden a school bus? I haven't been in a school bus since I used to ride home with Jason in high school.

What was the filling in the last doughnut you ate? I hate donuts with filling.

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? No, we literally have a chihuahua lol. I'm not afraid of large dogs.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you didn’t say it back? Yes, and this is when I knew I really messed up.

Who is your favorite photographer? Anastasiya Dobrovolskaya.

Were you shy in high school? Not really but slightly, I became shy mostly as an adult.

Do you like your girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s parents? I love his mom, never met his dad because he's dead.

Who was the last family member of yours that died? My grandma, I think.

Do you have any gay family members? A distant cousin on Mom's side, that I know of.

What is your favorite jungle animal? Species of tarantulas or snakes.

Are you part Native American? Not to my knowledge.

What are your pets’ names? Roman and Venus are mine. My mom has a dog named Cookie though, whose name we didn't pick.

Have you ever worked two jobs? I honestly think I'd rather die.

Who have you most feared in your life? My dad.

What is your strongest reason for your opinion on abortion? "I value bodily autonomy above many things and I also think children should primarily be had by people who want them and can provide for them. They should not be brought into existence by coercion or force." <<<< This is a great answer. It is literally NONE of my business what others do with their own fuckin' body.

What one natural thing would you most like to see? Aurora borealis. I know we're getting those pretty regularly lately with the sun being at solar maximum or something, but tragically, I sleep at night lmfao. I need to stay up one night when we're meant to get it...

Do you like the game Tetris? No.

Who was your first online friend? I'm pretty sure it was actually a girl named Kat.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No, I wouldn't tolerate this for five minutes.

Which one of your parents do you think is smarter? My mom is far smarter than my dad.

Do you have a virus scanner installed on your computer? Yes.

Do you think a pretty person with ugly teeth can ruin their appearance? What a shallow question.

Do you like the taste of white chocolate or does it taste kind of fake? I don't like white chocolate.

How would you react if you just found out your mom had an abortion before? I'd be stunned, honestly. My mom actually wanted more kids, she adores children.

Are your pets spayed/neutered? Yes.

Who all have you fallen in love with completely? Jason, Girt.

What’s something you used to believe in that you don’t anymore? It's humiliating that I was once upon a time largely right-wing.

What’s your favorite dinosaur? Spinosaurus! Always has been.

Do you believe in reincarnation? If so, what would you like to be reincarnated as? I don't.

Where would you relocate if you were forced to leave your place of residence? I have NO idea. My mom doesn't have the money for moving. We barely survive in our own house.

Has anyone ever given you a gag gift? I don't think so.

Do you find smoking unattractive? Okay, so my opinion here is weird. In rare instances, I've been attracted to a smoking man, but I'm actually very unattracted to smoking in general. Idk how this works.

Do you think flirting is cheating? Sure do.

Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? Yes.

Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? Big fat nope.

What color is your iPod? Hot pink.

What’s a quality that your sister has that you absolutely can’t stand? My older sister is terribly submissive to men she's dated, and now in her marriage too. She lives by the will of her partner. I just feel bad for her, she has such a bad history with relationships.

Have you ever dated a smoker? If not, would you? Yes, actually. For less than a day, but. I would very much prefer to not date a smoker.

Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? Yes.

Name one of your psycho exes? I was the psycho ex.

Have you ever been drunk at work? No.

Have you ever taken a pregnancy test? Not one you buy for yourself, but I know I've had one before surgery just because it's mandatory.

Do you have a protective father? No, not really.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? Yes.

What’s the scariest video game you’ve ever played? I love scary video games, but Outlast really played on my fear. There are a lot of chase sequences, and I DO NOT like people being behind me even in real life, it's childhood issues with how two boys used to chase me at school to hug and kiss me. I just freak out when people are behind me, even in games.

If you had the chance to slip through a portal, despite being unaware of any of the effects and/or consequences, would you do it? No.

When someone copies you, are you more flattered or annoyed? It greatly depends on the context.

Which is worse: Stale chips or flat soda? Stale chips. While it's not preferable, I can handle flat soda.

What health problems do you have? I'm just putting my mental health issues all together, then I have hypothyroidism, hyperhidrosis, tremors, I'm obese, I've been having back and hip issues I'm getting checked out... but realistically it's probably because of my obesity. I'm not unaware.

Have you ever had an anaphylactic reaction to anything? No.

Do you have sensitive skin? I do.

Do people's rude comments bother you for a long time? If they hold onto any of my real insecurities, then odds are very high that they will. Sometimes though, especially if I know their comments are total bullshit, then they won't.

Name three things you find boring. Economics, tech talk, and television.

What excites you? Seeing wild animals, pretty sunsets, seeing Girt.

Would you send your kids to Sunday school? If I had kids, you'd literally have to kill me to get them in Sunday school. Deadass. You would have to kill me.

What is the most interesting biography you have read? I've only read Ozzy's, which I enjoyed.

Do you think your life story would make a good book someday? Absolutely not, too uneventful.

Would you ever decorate a room with a travel theme? No.

What insects do you think are pretty? A whole lot! Butterflies, moths, mantises, ladybugs, many beetles, among others. I like insects.

Do you love God? I don't believe in any gods.

Is there an ice cream flavor that you strongly dislike? Which one? Strawberry. Most flavors I honestly haven't tried.

Do you own any books with an image of a cat on the front cover? Well yes, because I read the Warriors series.

Would you rather visit The Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids? Pyramids.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? She doesn't have my number.

Do you need to lose or gain weight? I want to lose a lot of weight, but I've struggled greatly with that.

Do you think you have a disorder but haven’t been properly diagnosed yet? I could bet my entire life on being autistic, but diagnoses aren't easy to get. I wouldn't be surprised if I was ADHD to some extent, either.

Have you ever put on or lost a significant amount of weight? Both.

On a scale of 1-5, how often do you curse? 5.

Name someone with brown eyes. My boyfriend.

Do you know what your next injection will be? No.

If you had to have a cartoon character tattooed to you what would it be? You know the Simba drawing Rafiki makes on the tree in The Lion King? I've already thought of getting that with his mane with the text "remember who you are," but I'm not totally sold on the idea.

If you could, would you look at your future self? "No. I might see myself doing well and that would be a comfort, but what if I saw myself doing poorly? As difficult as it can be, I'd rather just deal with that unknown." <<<< This is my exact answer. I'd rather not know.

Who was your first serious relationship? Jason, started right before I was 16 and lasted three and a half years.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out? My dad. I cannot imagine life without my mom, I can't. I deeply, deeply dread when she passes away, because I don't know if I can survive without her. I barely see or talk to my dad. I don't WANT to lose connection with him of course, but between the two, it's no competition.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done? Left nostril.

Who is the number 1 person/thing in your life? My mom.

What are two things you wish you never did? Letters sent to Jason after the breakup. Flirting with the boyfriend of my then-best friend behind her back when I was 12.

Would you rather have three personal wishes or world peace? World peace.

What were/is your high school colors? Red, navy, and white.

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” "Bless you." I've wanted to switch to "Gesundheit" but habits are habits.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? A house.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? Grammatically, you're supposed to do this for numbers below ten. Or maybe it's ten and below. One or the other. I tend to do below twenty.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I do, regrettably. Adobe is a fucking shit company but yeah. I don't even use it once a week.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? I don't watch TV, really.

Do you plan your meals in any way? Not really.

Were you in the scouts when you were young? Yes.

Have you ever made a hole-in-one at mini-golf? I think so.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? A part of me will always miss Jason. But we could never be friends even if he WAS okay with it.

Who came over last? Tobey.

What is your card game of choice? Magic: The Gathering. I'm not very good at it, but it's enjoyable enough.

What is your favourite book series? Wings of Fire.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? I only like it with milk. I like cinnamon apple.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of? At the moment I'm answering this question, I'm watching JazzyGuns play Amanda The Adventurer 2.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery? No, and no.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for? I think a friend for listening to them vent about something.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? Probably Ozzy Osbourne. Or Rammstein, specifically the lead guitarist. Markiplier, if he counts. There's not really a celebrity I want to learn MORE about; I have massive respect for the privacy of celebrities, and things they don't want to share don't need to be shared.

[revolu]

not me basing this on historical vers

I'll actually give an explanation

(FYI I don’t dislike people who ship these, its just the ships I may dislike)

Ham X Burr: It's weird. They weren't super close IRL nor in the musical.., plus Burr shot Hamilton. Hamilton talked bad abt Burr. They were not really on good terms... The ship art is cute but I don't really like the ship.

Ham X Eliza: ABSOLUTELY YES YES YES YES. Soulmates 4 life!! I don't think I have to explain this but omg just researching on Hamliza makes me so happy, they were perfect for each other. And don't come at me w the "He cheated on her" YES HE DID AND IT WAS WRONG but Eliza forgave him and he didn't do it again (what we know at least... from all we know the pamphlet couldve been a cover up for a financial scandal, according to a theory) anyhow - YES, hamliza is my top 1 ship fr. AAAH AND THE LETTERS <<333

Ham X Jefferson: Like Burr X Ham, it's weird asf. They were more friendly IRL than in the musical but still, I don't think they'd ever date. Especially not the musical versions... Looking at the art, it's cute, but the ship itself is erm... Besides, the age difference is... Concerning. Thomas is 12-14 years older.

Ham X Laurens: YES. There is enough evidence to support the theory that they had a romantic bond. I've done a whole post on this, but I'll say it again. Hamilton's letters to Laurens were almost as flirtatous as the ones to Eliza (but then again Hamilton was a flirtatious man...) Nevertheless, there's more evidence. I like it, it's cute. It's giving highschool sweethearts, especially cs Hamilton's "romantic affection" died down when he met Eliza.

Ham X Lafayette: No... I know there's this thing called "the Gay trio", with Laurens and them, but really. If you do your research, you'll see that Lafayette referred to Hamilton as a brother. Plus, Lafayette was married to a wife he really loved before he even came to America. He had 2 daughters at that time, his first being born in 1776 and his second in 1777. He came to America in 1777.

Ham X Washington: No. No. No. No. ESPECIALLY the musical versions. Please bffr, they had a father-son relationship. Washington and Hamilton had quite the complicated relationship but Washington was still a father figure to his aide-de-camps, INCLUDING HAMILTON. Plus, Washington was 23-25 years older...

Ham X Hercules: Hercules was 15-17 years older than Hamilton. Alex lived with his family when he came to the colonies, so I'd imagine they had a brotherly relationship or maybe even a father-son bond. (I assume brothers tho)

Laf X Herc: Same with this. Mulligan was 17 years older, and they (from what we know) NEVER EVEN MET IRL... 😭😭 It doesn't make sense. Sure, they met in the musical but we still have the age difference and the fact that they both were married... (Herc married in 1773)

Laf X Peggy: Now, some people say they had a romantic relationship at some point, but I've never found any information about it myself and when asked for it I got ignored..??😭 I only found info about Peggy having smth for this other Frenchman named Marquis Francoise-Louis Teissedre de Fleury. (which can be read in letters)... The only info I have abt Peggy n Laf is tumblr and tiktok, and that's not really reliable... So PLEASE if someone knows FACTS about this, tell me!😭

Laf X Washington: Purely disgusting. Honestly... Washington was 25 years older AND they had a CONFIRMED father-son relationship. Lafayette would literally refer to Washington as his adoptive father, which is proven in letters. Like... They were literally father and son. It's honestly disgusting to ship this. And then again, they were married men. They showed no romantic affection whatsoever. Don't come argue with bullshit points about how close and affectionate they were w each other, male friendships were like that back in the day. Do your research😭 /lh

Jefferson X Madison: Jeffmads... From my very brief and little research, they were good friends and all. Apparently Jefferson tried asking Madison to move in w him? (As friends, I assume) Don't know if that's true, I ain't doing research rn. Nevertheless, It's not my favorite ship... But it's not the worst. Hypothetically speaking, I feel like they could go well together considering how much Jefferson loved his wife before she died and how Madison loved his wife (my point being that they were lovers, loving ppl).. It's not an impossible ship. Only 8 years apart. I don't know if they showed any romantic attraction or so, I don't really have an opinion on it. You might argue that they were distant cousins, but thats not a valid point when speaking abt the 18th century. It was not totally uncommon to marry a cousin, even if it wasn't always accepted. Jefferson even married his 3rd cousin! Tho I could agree that the ship would be a bit toxic.

Jefferson X Angelica: It's alright. They were flirty with each other, read in letters and so... And the weird rumor that Angelica slapped him is probably not true - there's no actual evidence to support that so Idk why that's a thing..? Anyway, yeah, it's an alright ship. I don't ship it, but since they actually did flirt I don't see why not.

I didn't do this but bonus:

For some reason Lee X Burr is a ship. Idek why. BURR WASN'T EVEN LEE'S SECOND IN THE REAL DUEL😭😭... It's weird and random. Plus, Lee was like 24 years older... So uhm.

so i made a hamilton shipping chart……,

either tag me in it or reblog this post with yours if you do it!!!! ^_^

[taeilskitty]

Hii

I noticed your request is open

I'd like to request celibate doyoung smut with arranged marriage au!

Would appreciate it if you could add a lot of nipple play!

Thanks!

Thank you so much for the request!! I really enjoyed writing this so I hope it was good enough. Enjoy love <33

You hadn’t known Doyoung for long.

He was nice enough, he was respectful and pretty funny, good company too. It wasn’t such an issue that you were going to have to be together for, well, ever.

Forever is a long time. In all honesty you’d always dreaded your wedding day because you knew there was no chance of marrying someone you actually loved; that’s a fantasy you knew you’d just have to live out in your next life. But the first time you were introduced to your future husband, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you could make the most of it.

You weren’t best friends by any means, let alone lovers, but at least you were on the same boat. Both living with parents who had a plan since before you were even born, a prophecy they’d already written out for you. Whatever.

Maybe the knowledge of your fate was the reason for it, but you were never overly concerned with love. Of course you wanted it, but you’d learned to be your own person too. And that was great. Doyoung had once admitted that he was relieved about that; “I was worried you’d be disappointed,” he’d told you, “because I can’t do… any of that.”

It sort of warmed your heart. He was fairly open with you, and for that reason was sure not to cross any of your boundaries. You liked that about him. You could certainly get used to seeing his face everyday. And honestly it helped that he was… really fucking hot.

Your wedding was actually really nice, what with all things considered. You made the most of the celebrations and he seemed really calm as opposed to you who was frankly scared shitless. His family liked you, your family liked him, and most importantly you liked each other - or at the very least you tolerated each other.

“I can’t believe you’re my husband,” you laughed once it was all over. “Thank you for making the day a little less scary.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N. Honestly.”

You smiled at Doyoung and looked back out across the moonlit sky. It was proving to be an emotional night, a surreal one at that.

“Before we met I was scared you’d be some creep, like, a total weirdo.”

“You seriously think your parents would let someone treat their kid like shit?” Now he was the one laughing; you both knew your parents were a lot of things, but they’d never want to see you get hurt.

“Okay, fair,” you agreed, and turned back to face him. “I’m surprised they didn’t dump me with someone crazy ugly though.”

Doyoung smirked. “Oh?” His eyes darted away momentarily. “So you do like me. Huh.”

Something told you he was only half kidding, but the giddiness in your gut made you wonder if this was the feeling all the blockbuster romance movies tried to convey. You weren’t in love. But you sure were glad it was him next to you right then.

“Don’t get so cocky.” He gasped sarcastically in response to your playful rejection. “I’ll put up with you.”

“I give it a week before you’re head over heels in love with me.”

Standing up, he looked back sort of expectantly.

“You wish. I think you just want me to be in love with you.”

“You’re married to me,” Doyoung scoffed. “C’mon. Let’s head inside.”

You stood up and looked at him for a moment. He still had that glint in his eye that suggests something isn’t quite right, like he’s waiting for something.

His beauty is… almost unfair. There’s no way your parents’ taste in men was this good, especially when picking some guy out for you. It made no sense - how was he so attractive? You knew it wasn’t just the light because, let’s face it, anyone can see how hot he is.

You sighed, and you shook your head when he asked if something’s wrong.

Doyoung placed a hand on your shoulder. He seemed far more nervous than he did before, particularly when you stepped in just a little closer. He could practically feel your breath mixing with his; your lips almost brushing against each other.

“What?” You ask when he breaks eye contact. “Never kissed anyone before?”

“Actually, no…” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I wanted to wait till I was married. It just feels weird that now I am…”

You weren’t sure why this shocked you, but it kind of made sense. Of course he’d waited, he was so angelic. Not even necessarily innocent by any means, and honestly it wouldn’t have bothered you if he’d slept with 1 or 100 people before. But somehow this made him… cuter?

You vowed not to laugh. You wanted to, not because it was funny or anything, but because it was just kind of endearing. You smiled at him.

“That’s okay, I’m no expert at it.”

Doyoung was silent for a second, but he looked back down at you with confidence in his eyes.

“My parents made a good choice with you.”

The space between your lips finally closed.

-

Despite having no experience, Doyoung knew how to draw whines out of you and kiss you in a way that sent butterflies to your stomach. He tugged on your bottom lip and held you with just enough force to make you feel the perfect amount of helplessness. It came naturally. The kissing, the touching, the clothes coming off. He even took the time to admire your body. How the fuck did he get so perfect?

“You’re really gorgeous, Y/N…” he muttered against the skin of your neck, your hands wandering into his hair. “I’m so glad we found each other.”

“Mmh-” A gentle moan escaped you when he grazed his teeth over your sweet spot. “You’re - you’re so hot.”

Doyoung chuckled a little bit and lay back on your now-shared bed. You’d clambered on top of him nervously, adrenaline coursing through your body, excitement chasing after it. He couldn’t hide how hard he was, not in those boxers - and there was no way you could ignore how big his cock felt strained against you.

“I - are you okay with this?” He asked, pulling away for a moment. The look in his eyes was sincere.

You nod. “God yes.”

That’s when he pulls you back into the depths of his kisses and hisses when your hand tugs at his boxers. He’d waited so long for this moment, and it was happening with someone he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to marry. The pair of you were nervous of course, but the mutual understanding you had was enough. The fact that Doyoung had already asked if you were comfortable made you want him even more for some reason.

“Ride me,” he breathed. “Please.”

Doyoung’s cock felt so fucking good. It stretched you perfectly, which hurt a little more than you’d like to admit but the feeling of him inside you just felt… wow. He threw his head back as you moved on him slowly.

“God, fuck, keep doing that baby,” he moaned.

Baby. The pet name sounded incredible coming from him.

“Yes sir,” You mocked, but the way he cursed under his breath when you said that told you he was into it. “Oh you want me to call you that, don’t you?”

“Shut up.” He was blushing just a little, and brought your lips to his again. “Don’t try and tease me, I can’t take it. Not this time. Seriously.”

Something in Doyoung’s voice sounded desperate. You wanted to taunt him so badly, but despite the fact that he’d never done this before, it made you wince with pleasure to think of all the things he could do to you when you get more comfortable with sex. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed up and down your collarbones, bucking his hips up into you. He mentioned how tight you were, how good you felt around his cock and how bad he wanted to cum in you. The rasp in his voice sent you reeling, and you tried to reply but when he took your nipple into his mouth you almost started crying with pleasure.

“F-fuck!!”

It was one of the most incredible sensations, his tongue lolling around the bud paired with his cock deep inside you. The way his teeth nipped against the sensitive skin was enough to make you both cum. You felt… amazing. Clenching around his cock, you dug your nails into his back and whined far louder than you intended; a hand began to play with your other hardened bud and sent your mind into oblivion.

“So good…” He moaned, kissing along the width of your chest to switch sides. The sudden cold air against your spit-sodden nipple made you shudder but the coolness was a part of what made it feel so much better. Doyoung’s tongue flicked and played with you to an unconscious rhythm played by the fingers opposite, not at all in tune with his hips now snapping against you but fuck it felt good. He sort of whimpered, not in a submissive way but in a way that sounded overwhelmed with pleasure. He was clearly enjoying what he was doing, his cock buried in your hole and his mouth on your chest; it was like he’d dreamt of this moment. He’d never admit that he had, not yet anyway, but the anticipation leading up to him finally getting to fuck was a lot for him. As for you… you were no stranger to fantasising. You’d wanted sex for a long time. It felt so much better than you could have hoped; it sure helped that Doyoung actually took the time to focus on how you felt too, but really you were perfectly happy grinding on his huge cock alone.

It slowly built up. The friction was unbearably good. The sensation of his mouth against your chest, his hand gripping your waist for dear life, his cock sliding in and out of you -

“Fuck, fuck--”

You came, hard, clenching and panting and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you did so. “That’s it,” Doyoung breathed, “cum for me baby.”

You rode your orgasm out on him and tried so hard not to let your entire body jerk with each thrust he made after you came, until finally he followed suit. He moaned into your skin and god, he sounded perfect. The noises that came from the man’s mouth were nothing short of beautiful. This was heaven, or at the very least Earth’s closest replica to it.

“Ah,” he panted, still inside you, allowing the both of you to come down from your high. “Thank you, love…”

“No, thank you,” you laughed. “That - I didn’t think it would feel so good.”

The smug look on his face was pretty hard for him to hide. “Hah. Well. Me neither, to be honest.”

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes once more and you just felt so comfortable. A kiss came so naturally once again, and you realised that maybe, just maybe, spending the foreseeable future together wouldn’t be so bad.

You hadn’t known Doyoung for long.

But it would be a lie if you said you couldn’t see yourself falling for him.

[multipleoccupancy]

A short and knowing burst of a noise came from Killian, "If I ever find the joker who picks teams, you'll be the first to know." Oh he had his own experiences with odd team members. He just stayed as he was when Reggie joined him in his leaning, they must have looked a right pair he thought. "Yes, I am glad too. You came out of nowhere though, didn't see you there at all." It was troubling in its own way, especially for Killian so he truly was glad it was Reggie and not anyone or anything else.

It sounded as if Reggie had quite literally been thrown in at the deep end but it also seemed like he was a key member of the group too. "Sounds to me like they need you," he pointed out honestly enough. The group without Reggie appeared almost squishy. Of course there was Edgar but Killian had not met the other man, he was only going off what he had seen of them in Seattle. "It's becoming quite common to just throw people into the thick of it. In truth it's a worrying trend in my opinion, we need more agents but if we can't train them before sending them in then we're going to lose them just as fast." He shook his head and busied himself with what was left of his cigarette.

He is brought out of whatever worries he has though for Reggie's comment, chuckling along too. "I think it will mean more coming from you than me in any case. I get the impression that I am not so personable in the eyes of the others." They had come across as cold but that might have been his fault. "But yes, congratulations on not dying in the past. Sounds cheesy, right? I'd give you gold stars and stickers to hand out if I had thought ahead." He stubbed out the end of his cigarette and let out his own short sigh. "Nah, seriously though, the higher ups might complain and send nasty people like me along to bully you. But off the record? I think you're all doing better than most other teams." No one had died yet anyway but he had the good sense not to bring that up. "There might be something in actually caring for your team mates." His smile faded away though, surely it would only hurt in the end?

"Who ever decides on the teams must have a wicked sense of humour then" Reggie thought the answer would be along those lines from Killian but he was glad to have atleast said it to someone that could view the group from an outsider perspective. Killians response also put Reggie at ease that the comment was truly off record and wouldn't come back to bite him later. "If that was your impressions of us, that would explain why you weren't surprised at all at our first interaction before we sat down with the others. I'm glad i was the first to spot you watching us then, as i hope it helped that awkward conversation be as smooth as it could be" Reggie took up position on the railing by Killian, letting his mind wonder for a few moments with the rays of the sun on his face. A deep exhale to wash the last remnants of tension from his body. (Thank you Killian, i needed this) Reggie lets out a low and long whisper. "Thrown together is a bit of an understatement for my introduction to Mr Green, not sure about the others. As is the way i was given a location, time and a few brief descriptions of the others so that i could meet them. Honestly i am kinda used to working that way as a PMC but not with civs beside me" He bends and stretches his body now feeling more comfortable in his skin. "I'll pass on the congrats to the others in that case" He tries to keep a straight face...it doesn't work and he starts chuckling at the absurdity of that sentiment

[sixeyesgojo]

reminder of riko

I was bribed by @liishook to post this, sorry

taglist blah blah blah: @chosonore @aceilora @assbuttbaek @satosuguslut @delammi @princesatoru

(cw: manga spoilers, my wild guess)

This is more of a reminder that Geto wasn't the only force driving him, but also Riko.

I'd say Amanai Riko was the catalyst as well as starting point for Gojou's change in mentality.

If you think about it, she probably was not able to live a normal life and likely had restrictions she had to follow as the Star Plasma Vessel - perhaps she couldn't even go to the school she wanted to go to and was sent to an all girls missionary school.

Additionally, her death obviously greatly shook him but not only in the "a girl I met two days ago who annoys me but I also kind of formed a bond with her regardless" and "first mission I (ever?) failed (and it may or may not decide the world's fate)" way.

(Pre-SPV-mission-Gojou also strikes me as a person who wouldn't train too hard tbh, but after that fateful mission, he seemed to take training very seriously.)

She couldn't really decide anything for herself without the shadow of 'being the Star Plasma Vessel' following her around... and then when she finally does (reminder: he wasn't there to hear it, Geto was), she tragically dies.

Maybe in that aspect, Gojou relates to her, as being the Strongest carries an unfathomable burden - both of them are in a unique position as there can only be one Strongest and one Star Plasma Vessel. He never really had a choice whether he wanted to be a Jujutsu sorcerer or not (I'm confident he would have chosen that anyway, but it's still a choice taken away from him as is).

It clearly states that the balance was altered when he was born. Which means at least one of his cursed techniques - or maybe even both - already manifested before/at birth (whereas other children's CT manifests at around 4 or 5 years old). So he never had a choice to begin with... Honestly, does this man even know how it's like to not be a sorcerer besides shopping for souvenirs? If you ask me, I will say, "probably not."

So in my opinion, he's talking about all three of them when he says "not only him but everyone".