#and i think i can handle the v short term...

[courtillyy]

actually the idea of moving in with someone is fucking terrifying

[mini-ism]

#— MODULATE.

⭑ pairings: billy kid x afab!gn!reader [MDNI]

⭑ words: 1,722

⭑ synopsis: billy can’t help but beg you to try out his fancy new arousal module.

⭑ warnings: loss of virginity/first time, grinding/dry humping, p in v, slight praise kink, unprotected intercourse, overstimulation (billy), afab reader (gender neutral, no pronouns/feminine terms) 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

⭑ notes: crossposted to AO3, lighter is still bae

“and where did you find this?” you quirked an eyebrow, your curious gaze holding billy’s. you couldn’t help but wonder what motivated the android to obtain… whatever that was.

he excitedly squealed. “it’s only a top of the line module, and you wouldn’t ever believe me if i told you the truth — that i found it a hollow! perfectly intact, too!” billy’s tinny voice drawled on, “these are totally rare, only few can get their hands on ‘em! so, please, you gotta let me try it out! come on, just once! it’ll be fun!”

you sighed affectionately, letting billy interpret your lack of a rebuttal as a meager ‘sure, why not?’

as billy slipped off his signature red jacket, he guided you to the module slot carefully disguised on his back. it rested right below the metallic shoulder, where the scapula would be on a human. “press it, it’ll open easy. though it might jump out at ya.”

he had warned you, but as you pressed it, it immediately sprung open, perhaps somewhat violently. you took note of a few occupied slots, the standard emotional module, with a few other cartridge-looking modules taking up some of the slots. you slid in the next one, silently hoping you did it right, the action reminiscent of putting in a SIM card.

“did you get it?” you closed the metal plate, positioning it along his back normally. “yeah, i think so.” he replied in an inquisitive tone.

billy straightened his back, his yellow optical sensors providing an expression his face plate couldn’t. his eyes widened, then he blinked, a confused look donning his expressive feature, “huh, i don’t feel anything yet. but it is definitely in!”

you nodded. “surely you're not mistaken? you said that was an arousal module?”

he affirmed it was, taking note of your puzzled face. were you always that cute? you were, but it feels a bit different now with that cartridge-thing in his back.

“it takes specific actions and things to get someone arou—”

“i know that!” billy rudely interrupted, maybe a bit flustered, “you don’t gotta explain all that to me! just don’t know how it feels is all.”

you could hear him trail off embarrassingly, his eyes downturned, avoiding your gaze. you really are a cutie, he just can’t handle your scrutiny is all!

it was awkward for a few moments before you cut through the tense atmosphere with your… delicate and charming… kind voice…

“so, uh, do you still want to try it out?” your eyes landed on the unworn red jacket, previously in your peripheral.

“…yeah, i do.” his robotic, boyish voice was quieter than usual, but sincerity lied in his words.

you might drive him mad already, though that emotion was terribly unfamiliar. especially with how much closer you kept getting. even through the cold, hard metal of his body, he could feel the warmth radiating from your skin. the sensation was akin to a short-circuit.

“ah… you’re warm.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. your hands moved to circle around his neck, planting a soft kiss to it. he let out an unrestrained noise, the foreign feeling getting him worked up. he could feel his body growing strangely hotter, too.

your barrage of touches and kisses eventually pushed him back onto your bed, even the soft sheets sent a thrill through him. it was overwhelming, in a way, all these typical things heightened every other sense of his, like an erotic yet sadistic cycle of pleasurable torment. it was as if billy’s body were not even his own to control anymore, seriously, why is he whining like this?

“oh, i—” his voice was strangled and squeaky, letting out all sorts of overstimulated noises, all of the familiar parts of life suddenly a different type of exciting, “you’re so… ugh—”

what the fuck was that?

his hips, they just bucked up, why did they do that? why did that friction feel the way it did as you straddled him closer? it felt good, all that warmth, especially between your legs… how lewd.

“that’s it, billy.” your voice, it was enchanting, lulling him into an erotic trance. a gentle guide towards a pleasure only many androids and robots could ever wish to experience. he made another weak, squeaky noise in response, his flexible hands moving to cup your ass. as you littered his neck and face with more kisses, your hands roamed over the smooth, rigid metal of his body. you could feel the heat radiating from the core of his chest.

“feels nice. really nice, ah,” billy’s hips involuntarily jolted upward. sure, billy structure was made to replicate a human’s body, but even that part of him worked? jarring, to him at least. it was terribly sensitive too, more so than any other part of his carefully made body. his hands rode up your sides, hiking up your shirt selfishly. his hands came up to squeeze your breasts a few times, savoring the feeling of the soft, heated flesh in his mechanical palms. with a mindless yank, your shirt came off, your skin prickling as it made contact with the chilled air. your nipples were no exception, hardening into pert buds within seconds. billy pinched them a few times, taking the sight in perversely. he let out a sudden gasp.

“just like that, oh, f-fuck…” billy’s voice faltered as you rocked your body his along his clothed erection. seems this module did more than one thing. your hands snaked back around his neck, your grinding growing more desperate with every movement, billy’s grip on your ass tightening. you leaned in close, the friction against your needy clit a wonderful relief, but so painfully temporary. just a little more and you could…

“billy, i wanna take you.” you abruptly stopped, breathing hotly against his cold neck, your cheek pressed against it. he silently lifted your hips and ass up, quickly working the belt undone and unzipping his pants. something sprang out, but it wasn’t painful or cold at all. it was just as unfamiliar to him as it was you.

“so do you just…?” he asked sheepishly.

“yeah,” you murmured back, letting one arm pull down your pants, shimmying them off with a bit if concentrated effort. your panties were through one leg as your stayed straddled on billy, his larger frame leaned against the wall your bed was positioned on. you gave billy a shy, heated look, your breathing labored as you went in for another kiss on his cheek, your arms meeting again behind his neck.

that crazy overwhelming feeling has only worsened, even as he desperately tried to shrug it off. he could feel his cock vigorously twitch with each latent thought running through him. he placed his hands gently onto your hips, guiding your entrance towards his tip, his eyes narrowing as he cast a side-long glance of reassurance to you. his maneuvering was gentle and soft, taking one hand to line himself up with you. billy’s tone was akin to his delicate handling of your body, “go on, when you’re ready, ‘kay?”

you whispered a small “okay,” sinking yourself down onto him. you whined, billy’s two-handed grip firm, yet tender and assuring. “you got it.”

the stretch was no longer excruciating, dissolving into a delicious mixture of ecstasy and masochistic agony. as you sullied yourself down further onto him, you held him tighter, closer, with another needy mewl. this was just as intense for him. the feeling of being entirely enveloped by heat was exhilarating, yet it threatened to consume him whole if he wasn't careful. billy groaned, keeping himself in check for as long as he could. you reached the hilt of his cock, his shaft buried in you deep, the potent sensation intoxicating.

“there we go.” he patted your side, gingerly pulling you upwards, only the needy head of his cock remaining. you whimpered at the loss of him, billy promptly shushing you as he lowered you down again. your eyes screwed shut with a loud moan, feeling his cock split you open again, the action dizzying and feverish. promptly, he pulled you upwards again, your body finally willing to cooperate with his, before letting you down again. with each movement up and down, the thrust into you grew more ardent and urgent. billy’s timid demeanor waned into a heady need for pleasure, your cunt finally accepting his size with minimal give.

“oh, god, you’re tight!” billy threw his head back slightly with a grunt, he dare not shut his eyes for too long. the sight of you finally bounding on him was something to be admired. the way your body grew more desperate with each fuck into you, your shallow and loud breathing, he needed to see all of it. your hips had a mind of their own, taking him with vigor as you took him. with each loud gasp followed a “billy!” or a particularly needy “ah!” no part of him wanted to ever let go of your body.

his thinking and processing became particularly slow, succumbing to primal need, letting you fuck yourself silly on him. billy loved the way you pulled him even closer, the way you would moan on his dick, it was getting to be… a bit much…

he struggled to keep his eyes open, squinted with deep pleasure as he watched you frantically bounce up and down, his hands still resting on your waist. “billy! i’m gonna— oh, fuck!”

that didn’t quite register, in more ways than one. even with a lack of understanding, he found himself reciprocating the intensity, thrusting up into you with a rough and fast tempo. “yeah, do it f’me, just like that.”

your grip around him tightened, legs shaking in overused agony, muscles trembling with need as release washed over you. billy was quick to follow. the burning need came to a head, your hips weakly stuttering on him. his senses were definitely overloaded, the perceived feeling like having his CPU absolutely fried, even so, he could manage decently well. maybe his parts weren’t all cooked up. yeah, definitely a different feeling. a good one, too.

“fuck, billy…” you whined, pussy gushing the last remnants of your orgasm around him, billy’s large arms coming to wrap entirely around your waist again.

“didn’t you just do that?”

[trashytoastboi]

Seven Days of Sin Event

~Angst Alphabet Shorts part 1~

> Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

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Lucifer

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎶 He’s more likely to hide the fact that he’s injured. He doesn’t want you all to worry or fuss over him. At most he might trust someone to help him out if he’s not able to hide it completely. He trusts you enough to tell you when he’s injured. Only because you’ll notice and worry if he keeps it from you as he has in the past. Lucifer always believes he has to handle things himself and hide anything he believes to be weakness, including his injuries. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎶 Lucifer once upon a time tried to go back. That's all he wanted, all he thought about. Going back and fixing everything before it was even done. Why did things turn out the way that they did? He never could bring himself to understand. But now… After finding out the result of their choice, he’s content. Now that they had come to terms with their grief and adjusted to life, then things have happened and they created a new home and memories. Now he doesn’t dwell on the wish to go back as much. 

V: Vent: How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary? 

🎶 He buries his feelings, pushes them aside or finds an outlet like working. Lucifer never entrusted anyone with his worries or he felt that it would be an unnecessary burden for people so he bottles it up. Until it explodes into the messiest breakdown that you’d never see, because he holds it together until he’s alone and can just let everything consume him violently. Snot, tears, spit, everything. It’s a mess, he’s a mess. He’d never allow anyone to see him in such a way. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous? 

🎶 His determination to protect his family. There’s no depths that he would not stoop to if it’s for their sake. Lucifer may be prideful but he’s willing to cast it aside for the sake of his brothers and let no one stand against him. He’s scared of what he’s capable of doing for them. 

Mammon

A: Accident: Would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?

💰 He would blame himself, saying he should have stopped you. Or at least been there to prevent the situation from happening. He’d question himself, he’d punish himself. Why wasn’t he at your side? What was so important that he left you alone and allowed this to happen. If you were there you’d tell him not to blame himself. It was an accident, something no one foresaw. No one could have predicted it, or stopped it and Mammon tearing himself apart while believing otherwise is a painful sight for everyone to see. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💰 Sometimes he thinks back to the days in the celestial realm. He’s moved on, as best as he can and he’s living his life now. Albeit as a demon, a far cry from the divine being he once was. Sometimes he’ll do something, amplified and compelled by his sin and he’ll catch himself wondering why he’s like this now and why he couldn’t return to the way he was before. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch 

💰 When you said a tearful farewell to everyone and left the Devildom to return to the human realm. Mammon was LOST. He didn’t know what to do without you there. Every day he got up he’s the first one running to your room to get you, only to knock on a door that no one was going to answer. He’d miss you, and all the affection you’d give him. The hugs when he was sad, holding his hands to stop him from pickpocketing a poor unsuspecting soul, or how you would praise him and touch his head. He misses all of that so much. Why’d you have to leave? 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon) 

💰 Mammon does not know how to deal with grief. Even hypothetically, you’ve had the conversation with him, the question of what he’d do when you pass. It was inevitable, you’re human, your lifetime is not long enough to match his. You would grow old, eventually passing on and you’d have to part ways permanently. Mammon couldn’t bring himself to answer because he refused to think about it. He can’t imagine it. A world and you’re nowhere in it. 

Leviathan

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎮 He’s not a baby per se, but he’s not hiding it. Honestly he wants you to dote on him. He’d tell only you and ask you to keep it a secret. He’s good at handling the pain because he’d tell you it’s just a little scratch when in actuality it’s a lot more dire and deep than he led you to believe. He wants to feel that someone cares and so he’d tell you, the person who Levi knows would treat him tenderly and kindly while he’s healing. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎮 Levi had too many things he wanted to fix. Sometimes anxiety would make even the most mundane mistake one worthy of fixing. If he sits and considers all the things he wanted to fix then the anxiety would swallow him whole. The big, the small, the tragic and the things that brought about real changes in indescribable ways. He wants to go back, he wants that redo button but in the moments when he’s content with life he really thinks about it. Is that what he truly wanted? At the risk of losing what he had now? Sometimes the thought alone eased it. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

🎮 The way he is. He says, his self depreciation always leads into dark territory and he can name more flaws than things he likes about himself. He sees himself through the worst lens and believes himself to be useless amongst other names he’d gladly label himself with. He regrets the way he is, it’s a heavy thing. It takes a bit of encouragement, a lot of steady affirmation to convince him of otherwise and he craves validation to convince him. A single bad word can tear down any positive self esteem he builds up. 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon)

🎮 Genuinely wants to get better at connecting with people. He believes most of his problems would be solved if he could just connect with people. He says the wrong thing and will retreat, punishing himself for it. It was an honest mistake but would they see it that way. Levi goes into things always assuming people hate him and want nothing to do with him. Never do open invitations with him, unless he’s invited specifically he will assume that you don’t want him there. 

Satan

O: Outrage: What makes them angry?

📚 A lot can set him off, he’s volatile. He doesn’t mean to be and he’s trying to work on it but it’s hard when he’s surrounded by people that drive him up the walls. Satan honestly hated the fact that he felt no respect from anyone. There was nothing but fear, and evasiveness. People had no respect for his personal space and it irked him, how they would touch him without his consent when all he wanted was to be left alone. Or when they would come into his room- his ONLY safe space and take away the very thing that made it safe. 

P: Pressure: What stresses them to the breaking point? 

📚 Satan has a lot of triggers and sadly unlike most who can calm down and get back to normality, his emotions stack up. They stack, and stack until they have no more outlet aside from OUT. They explode and so does he. Most of his outbursts aren’t caused by a simple momentary anger, it’s a piling effect of things that were simmering under the surface. The more people are afraid of him, the more he tries to control himself, fails to do so and it makes it worse. He grows fearful of himself and it becomes a vicious cycle. 

T: Time: What if they had a limited time to live?

📚 He wouldn’t tell anyone. He’d leave. He’d go somewhere where he could be alone and spend his time doing things he likes until it was time to say goodbye. He would do so, alone, peacefully and no one would know. That was his initial answer when you asked this question the first time. His relationship with his brothers changed, grew and became something precious. His relationship with you- evolved into something deeper. Had you asked him this question again, he would want to be supported by all of you, and loved until the moment he leaves with you all by his side. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch? 

📚 Satan tries not to dwell on it too much, he doesn’t want to deal with the extra emotions. The answer however is yes, he’d remember you and your absence grows only more pronounced. He’d think of when he could lay his head in your lap, reading his book while your fingers played with his hair. It was calming, he could fall asleep, feeling safe with you. That was no longer there and you, his safe space, are no longer there. He’d remember your touches as something calming, filled with love and safety. He feels lost without it. He misses it. 

Asmodeus

E: Emotion: What emotions do they tend to push away the most?

💅🏻 Insecurity - Asmodeus never wants to doubt himself. He ignores it, when he looks at himself and doubts his appearance, his existence. Feeling too far removed from what he once was, Asmo needed to embrace this new life. Find security or distraction so his thoughts didn’t discard who he’d become, so his past self couldn’t scorn him and look down on him. Asmo piled on compliment after compliment, found people to cater to his dire need to be praised and validated, to be praised as beautiful. He needed to hear it so much that he himself could believe it. 

G: Great pain: What is the most painful thing they’ve witnessed?

💅🏻 The fall of his brothers and himself. The moment all of those who were once his allies treated them as traitors, the fight was vicious. There was no choice though, this is what they chose. To save their family, and protect Lilith. Asmo would never forget, not really forget. He could get moments of peace when his mind was far too occupied, focused on the moment that he couldn’t think about it. The moment he saw despair and regret, the utter pain that encompassed them all and the forced shame they felt. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge? 

💅🏻 10/10 He absolutely would. Should someone hurt you or his brothers, Asmodeus is vindictive enough to hunt them down and kill them. He wouldn’t grant them the mercy of a quick death either and would get really sadistic about it. He’d forget himself and gladly become the monster when exacting such a brutal revenge. To send a message, to put himself at ease, even when he knows revenge is empty and cold. It wouldn’t bring anyone back or change what had been done. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💅🏻 Self destructive tendencies. Asmo is aware of them and he hides them well. Most people wouldn’t notice his unkind habits because he disguises them so well. Asmo knows what he’s doing, he wants to stop but he finds comfort in them. So he continues to do them every time he feels overwhelmed, he does it to feel a semblance of control. The result is met with him talking himself down, trying to stop doing it but he always falls into familiar habits. 

Beelzebub

S: Sorrow: Would they feel empty after your death?

🍔 He’d be so lost without you. Beel would fall back into the deep pain of grief, a feeling that you helped him heal from and now he’s got to experience it with you. It’s too much, he’d be feeling so much at once that wouldn’t be able to decide what feels worse than the other. The sadness? The disbelief? The anger? Cycling through reasons of things to blame for your passing. Himself? You? Beel prays, something he hadn’t done for a long time. He wants to wake up from the nightmare because this is not reality. Everyone knows it’s hard on Beel when he doesn’t even eat. 

U: Urge: How badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?

🍔 Beel misses you terribly. When you go back to the human world. He’s always messaging, calling, asking when you’re going to be back. When he can see you again and hold you. He’s missing you. He’s asking Lucifer every second day if he could go see you and Lucifer of course says no so Beel resorts to plotting with his brothers to secretly come and visit you. 

L: Loss: What was their greatest loss? 

🍔 Lilith. For all the brothers it was the hardest loss they had to experience, but in particular for Beel and Belphie who held a deep relationship with Lilith; it was the most devastating loss. Beel blames himself for so much, and still believes it was his fault that she died. Gradually, things get better. They do and the feelings that suffocated him became a little lighter, enough to let him breathe. He still shoulders the weight of her absence, and guilt. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous?

🍔 His strength when it’s misused, or when he’s hangry. Beel has no control over himself during that time and can only see the destruction he caused after the fact. His insatiable hunger, when left to get out of control, is the most terrifying thing and people have been hurt as a result. His brothers struggle to control him or reign in his strength and can only watch when he's wreaking havoc. 

Belphegor

W: Wild card: A random angst headcanon 

⭐ Started sleeping a lot more not only due to his sin. Belphie used it as a way to escape from everything when he first fell into the Devildom, the loss of Lilith, the loss of their home and their wings, when he and his brothers became demons and were forced into an unfamiliar and hostile place. Sleeping was the only quiet he found, away from his thoughts, his feelings and his reality. Dreams were better. 

C: Crying: Are they much of a crier?

⭐ Secret crier. He hides it well and he won’t make a peep. He’d bury himself under his pillows and sob his eyes out silently just to get all the feelings out. He sobbed himself to sleep every night when they first got to the Devildom. He knew everyone was struggling and couldn’t talk about what he was thinking about or feeling so he opted to cry alone. It was easier that way so he believed. 

H: Humiliation: How could they be humiliated? 

⭐ The early days of settling into Devildom, humiliation became a part of daily life. With the outright hatred and hostility from the demons towards the brothers who had just fallen. They went out of their way to sabotage them, to chase them away and highlight their differences and how they were not welcome anywhere. That separation, distinction and mockery of what they used to be is what caused relentless humiliation everyday for Belphie. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge 

⭐ I mean for the sake of a grudge he held against all humans he nearly killed you- had it not been for Barbatos. It’s very likely for him to kill for revenge. He’d have no qualms about it, he’s got a motive and a means and if that person hurt him, or those close to him. His first solution is homicide. He’s very quick from point A to B with violence.

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[contemplatingoutlander]

Finally, The New York Times Editorial Board says Trump is unfit to hold the Office of the President of the United States!

This is a "gift🎁link" so you can read the entire, HISTORIC editorial by The New York Times Editorial Board stating in no uncertain terms that Donald Trump is unfit for office.

Below are some excerpts from the five subsections of the editorial: I Moral Fitness, II. Principled Leadership, III. Character, IV. A President's Words, and V. Rule of Law

I. MORAL FITNESS MATTERS

Presidents are confronted daily with challenges that require not just strength and conviction but also honesty, humility, selflessness, fortitude and the perspective that comes from sound moral judgment. If Mr. Trump has these qualities, Americans have never seen them in action on behalf of the nation’s interests. His words and actions demonstrate a disregard for basic right and wrong and a clear lack of moral fitness for the responsibilities of the presidency.

He lies blatantly and maliciously, embraces racists, abuses women and has a schoolyard bully’s instinct to target society’s most vulnerable. He has delighted in coarsening and polarizing the town square with ever more divisive and incendiary language. Mr. Trump is a man who craves validation and vindication, so much that he would prefer a hostile leader’s lies to his own intelligence agencies’ truths and would shake down a vulnerable ally for short-term political advantage. His handling of everything from routine affairs to major crises was undermined by his blundering combination of impulsiveness, insecurity and unstudied certainty. [...] The Supreme Court, with its ruling on July 1 granting presidents “absolute immunity” for official acts, has removed an obstacle to Mr. Trump’s worst impulses: the threat of legal consequences. What remains is his own sense of right and wrong. Our country’s future is too precious to rely on such a broken moral compass. [color emphasis added]

Below the cut are excerpts from the other four subsections.

II. PRINCIPLED LEADERSHIP MATTERS

Republican presidents and presidential candidates have used their leadership at critical moments to set a tone for society to live up to. Mr. Reagan faced down totalitarianism in the 1980s.... George H.W. Bush signed the Americans With Disabilities Act.... George W. Bush, for all his failures after Sept. 11, did not stoke hate against or demonize Muslims or Islam.

As a candidate during the 2008 race, Mr. McCain spoke out when his fellow conservatives spread lies about his opponent, Barack Obama. Mr. Romney was willing to sacrifice his standing and influence in the party he once represented as a presidential nominee, by boldly calling out Mr. Trump’s failings and voting for his removal from office. These acts of leadership are what it means to put country first, to think beyond oneself. Mr. Trump has demonstrated contempt for these American ideals. He admires autocrats, from Viktor Orban to Vladimir Putin to Kim Jong-un. He believes in the strongman model of power — a leader who makes things happen by demanding it, compelling agreement through force of will or personality. In reality, a strongman rules through fear and the unprincipled use of political might for self-serving ends, imposing poorly conceived policies that smother innovation, entrepreneurship, ideas and hope. During his four years in office, Mr. Trump tried to govern the United States as a strongman would, issuing orders or making decrees on Twitter. He announced sudden changes in policy — on who can serve in the military, on trade policy, on how the United States deals with North Korea or Russia — without consulting experts on his staff about how these changes would affect America. Indeed, nowhere did he put his political or personal interests above the national interest more tragically than during the pandemic, when he faked his way through a crisis by touting conspiracy theories and pseudoscience while ignoring the advice of his own experts and resisting basic safety measures that would have saved lives. [...] A second Trump administration would be different. He intends to fill his administration with sycophants, those who have shown themselves willing to obey Mr. Trump’s demands or those who lack the strength to stand up to him. He wants to remove those who would be obstacles to his agenda, by enacting an order to make it easier to fire civil servants and replace them with those more loyal to him. This means not only that Americans would lose the benefit of their expertise but also that America would be governed in a climate of fear, in which government employees must serve the interests of the president rather than the public.... Another term under Mr. Trump’s leadership would risk doing permanent damage to our government. [color/ emphasis added]

III. CHARACTER MATTERS

Character is the quality that gives a leader credibility, authority and influence. During the 2016 campaign, Mr. Trump’s petty attacks on his opponents and their families led many Republicans to conclude that he lacked such character. Other Republicans, including those who supported the former president’s policies in office, say they can no longer in good conscience back him for the presidency. “It’s a job that requires the kind of character he just doesn’t have,” Paul Ryan, a former Republican House speaker, said of Mr. Trump in May.

Those who know Mr. Trump’s character best — the people he appointed to serve in the most important positions of his White House — have expressed grave doubts about his fitness for office.His former chief of staff John Kelly, a retired four-star Marine Corps general, described Mr. Trump as “a person who admires autocrats and murderous dictators. A person that has nothing but contempt for our democratic institutions, our Constitution and the rule of law.” Bill Barr, whom Mr. Trump appointed as attorney general, said of him, “He will always put his own interest and gratifying his own ego ahead of everything else, including the country’s interest.” James Mattis, a retired four-star Marine general who served as defense secretary, said, “Donald Trump is the first president in my lifetime who does not try to unite the American people — does not even pretend to try.” Mike Pence, Mr. Trump’s vice president, has disavowed him. No other vice president in modern American history has done this. “I believe that anyone who puts themselves over the Constitution should never be president of the United States,” Mr. Pence has said. “And anyone who asked someone else to put them over the Constitution should never be president of the United States again.” [...] It may be tempting for Americans to believe that a second Trump presidency would be much like the first, with the rest of government steeled to protect the country and resist his worst impulses. But the strongman needs others to be weak, and Mr. Trump is surrounding himself with yes men. The American public has a right to demand more from their president and those who would serve under him. [color/ emphasis added]

IV. A PRESIDENT’S WORDS MATTER

When America saw white nationalists and neo-Nazis march through the streets of Charlottesville, Va., in 2017 and activists were rallying against racism, Mr. Trump spoke of “very fine people on both sides.” When he was pressed about the white supremacist Proud Boys during a 2020 debate, Mr. Trump told them to “stand back and stand by,” a request that, records show, they took literally in deciding to storm Congress. This winter, the former president urged Iowans to vote for him and score a victory over their fellow Americans — “all of the liars, cheaters, thugs, perverts, frauds, crooks, freaks, creeps.” And in a Veterans Day speech in New Hampshire, he used the word “vermin,” a term he has deployed to describe both immigrants and political opponents.

What a president says reflects on the United States and the kind of society we aspire to be. In 2022 this board raised an urgent alarm about the rising threat of political violence in the United States and what Americans could do to stop it. At the time... the Republican Party was in the middle of a fight for control, between Trumpists and those who were ready to move on from his destructive leadership. This struggle within the party has consequences for all Americans. “A healthy democracy requires both political parties to be fully committed to the rule of law and not to entertain or even tacitly encourage violence or violent speech,” we wrote. A large faction of one party in our country fails that test, and that faction, Mr. Trump’s MAGA extremists, now control the party and its levers of power. There are many reasons his conquest of the Republican Party is bad for American democracy, but one of the most significant is that those extremists have often embraced violent speech or the belief in using violence to achieve their political goals. This belief led to the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol, and it has resulted in a rising number of threats against judges, elected officials and prosecutors. This threat cannot be separated from Mr. Trump’s use of language to encourage violence, to dehumanize groups of people and to spread lies. A study by researchers at the University of California, Davis, released in October 2022, came to the conclusion that MAGA Republicans (as opposed to those who identified themselves as traditional Republicans) “are more likely to hold extreme and racist beliefs, to endorse political violence, to see such violence as likely to occur and to predict that they will be armed under circumstances in which they consider political violence to be justified.” The Republican Party had an opportunity to renounce Trumpism; it has submitted to it. Republican leaders have had many opportunities to repudiate his violent discourse and make clear that it should have no place in political life; they failed to. [...] But with his nomination by his party all but assured, Mr. Trump has become even more reckless in employing extreme and violent speech, such as his references to executing generals who raise questions about his actions. He has argued, before the Supreme Court, that he should have the right to assassinate a political rival and face no consequences. [color/ emphasis added]

V. THE RULE OF LAW MATTERS

The danger from these foundational failings — of morals and character, of principled leadership and rhetorical excess — is never clearer than in Mr. Trump’s disregard for rule of law, his willingness to do long-term damage to the integrity of America’s systems for short-term personal gain. As we’ve noted, Mr. Trump’s disregard for democracy was most evident in his attempts to overturn the results of the 2020 election and to encourage violence to stop the peaceful transfer of power. What stood in his way were the many patriotic Americans, at every level of government, who rejected his efforts to bully them into complying with his demands to change election results. Instead, they followed the rules and followed the law. This respect for the rule of law, not the rule of men, is what has allowed American democracy to survive for more than 200 years.

In the four years since losing the election, Mr. Trump has become only more determined to subvert the rule of law, because his whole theory of Trumpism boils down to doing whatever he wants without consequence. Americans are seeing this unfold as Mr. Trump attempts to fight off numerous criminal charges. Not content to work within the law to defend himself, he is instead turning to sympathetic judges — including two Supreme Court justices with apparent conflicts over the 2020 election and Jan. 6-related litigation. The playbook: delay federal prosecution until he can win election and end those legal cases. His vision of government is one that does what he wants, rather than a government that operates according to the rule of law as prescribed by the Constitution, the courts and Congress. [...] So much in the past two decades has tested these norms in our society.... We need a recommitment to the rule of law and the values of fair play. This election is a moment for Americans to decide whether we will keep striving for those ideals. Mr. Trump rejects them. If he is re-elected, America will face a new and precarious future, one that it may not be prepared for. It is a future in which intelligence agencies would be judged not according to whether they preserved national security but by whether they served Mr. Trump’s political agenda. It means that prosecutors and law enforcement officials would be judged not according to whether they follow the law to keep Americans safe but by whether they obey his demands to “go after” political enemies. It means that public servants would be judged not according to their dedication or skill but by whether they show sufficient loyalty to him and his MAGA agenda. Even if Mr. Trump’s vague policy agenda would not be fulfilled, he could rule by fear. The lesson of other countries shows that when a bureaucracy is politicized or pressured, the best public servants will run for the exits. This is what has already happened in Mr. Trump’s Republican Party, with principled leaders and officials retiring, quitting or facing ouster. In a second term, he intends to do that to the whole of government. [color/ emphasis added]

[kweenpup]

PART 2

[The draft has been sitting on my note for a while. It's just took a while to draw it out]

Notice how and the sound of his voice V's jokes about to hide his problems became a little bit more desperate (?) It's like he slowly can't keep up the way he used to. I dont know if it's just me but i feel like In the previous episodes V was able to make a prominent and confident jokes to hide his usual issues to make it not very serious even the problem itself can cost his life. But now he barely tried to keep up from his facade as in like his mask is slipping. He can't keep this up cause it's too much to handle, and he feels like he's going to break any moment.

V has a hard time showing vulnerability because he is so used to keeping it to himself and making a joke to avoid talking about it. He always thought of what he's doing something right for others but didn't give a single thought to himself. He also struggles about asking for help because usually he's the one who always lending help but feeling the need to push away when others want to help him for the sake of their own safety and he probably couldn't bare the thought of them suffer because of him.

Cheeky finally comes to terms of understanding about V at the time. Sure, his actions hurt her, but I think she understands now that he does that because he wanted to protect Cheeky and the others he cared. Pushes her away and leaves her sure making her feel terrible, but then again, it gives her time and space to reflect about it. And in the end she can sorta like make amends about it by supporting V and and have his back no matter what happens but not because it's for her safety or because she wanted to return the favor after saving her life. Because he's her family too, and he's worth fighting and protecting for as for V does the same thing. Because she really cares for him, too.

V may sure have a hard time opening up, but Cheeky will be patient with him and ready to catch him if he ever falls. She will get his back when he needs it. :]

[This is just another short analysis for fun ^_^]

[laura1633]

hi! i’m pretty new to f1 and please ignore this if you’ve talked about it already but i’m pretty curious about the similarities and differences between max and charles driving styles. from what i’ve seen and heard, they both like oversteer and have a pretty aggressive driving style. is that common amongst drivers or a unique thing? and do you think a car made to fit one of them especially (like the rb20) would be a good fit for the other?

Hi anon, thanks so much for the ask and welcome to the world of F1, I hope you are enjoy it.

There is definitely a split amongst the grid over those that prefer oversteer and understeer. I'm not sure about everyone's preferences but there was a short video here that explained it a little bit.

Both Max and Charles are drivers that prefer oversteer. To me the thing that makes them special is the level of oversteer they can handle in the car. A lot of oversteer can make the car extremely twitchy and hard to handle but if you can handle it then it can be super quick. I think if Charles were to drive the RB20 he would be perfectly capable of competing with Max and (again just my opinion) but you wouldn't see the large gap between teammates like you do with Max v Checo (That isn't meant to be shady at Checo but it's because Checo has a different driving style to Max). I support Max but I think that if Charles was in the other RB20 seat Max would not be running away with championship in quite the same way.

In terms of aggression, I guess you could consider that a few ways. One way would be in regards to aggressive breaking styles. There is an interesting article here about Max's "unique" driving style but what I find interesting about the article is that after describing how Max is able to extract more than others through aggressive breaking and handling oversteer the article ends by pointing out that this is something Charles is also very good at. So I think there are a lot of similarities in the way they drive. Personally I would love to see them in the same car to compare them like for like.

You could also look at aggression in terms of overtakes. Max has been criticised in the past for being "too aggressive" (something I disagree with if you look at him comparatively to other drivers) but I find it interesting that when Charles talks about Max's aggression he often talks about it in a positive light. I think that is because Charles is also willing to be as aggressive when it comes down to it and enjoys racing wheel to wheel. They are both hard but fair racers and will push things to the limit in my opinion.

Sorry, I hope at least some of that made sense. I am not always the most technical and some of this is just my opinion but if you have any questions about any of it let me know and I would be happy to at least try and answer.

[justbets]

Pretty sure V is getting kicked out of the new school. This is a school made for behavioral kids. I don’t understand how this is happening. Her behaviors do not seem extreme to me, and I am trying to decide if I have become desensitized to extreme behaviors or if our school system sucks. I mean probably both.. also this kid is so good for me 98% of the time. Why can no on else handle her?! She cannot be that much of an outlier that there is no school that can handle her.

I said from the beginning I didn’t think the program the new school uses would work for her. It’s a token based system and we have tried EVERY token based system ever made since she was 3 years old and it DOESN’T work. I warned them of this before she was accepted into this school. Earning these tokens/points/levels/stickers/what-ever-BS-name-you-want-to-use causes her so much anxiety she just self sabotages to relieve the anxiety/stress. Then my kid gets to come home feeling like a failure every single day, and as you can imagine that does wonders for her self esteem, and mental health. I really don’t even know what would be the options past this. I mean the state has to provide her with an education right?

I am not open to sending her to a residential school, how would sending her away mon-fri heal her attachment and trauma brain? Short term hospital stays have never even remotely helped, and one of them I would say made things worse. Home school could be an option but I don’t think my husband can handle that and I certainly can’t with my job, and also that shouldn’t be our only option! She is a good kid who is hurting and slowly healing. These one size fits all approaches can’t be the only option.

Also she told me she wanted to try they/them pronouns but doesn’t like the way it makes her feel so back to she/her

[zhaliacain]

Huntikmas Day 2- The team as build a bears

Sophie:

Sophie is Pawlette obviously, always the go to model BaB use to display their more sophisticated costumes and outfit designs. In terms of clothing I've gone for Sophie's more random style, she's got a pink shirt to get the colour in and a denim skirt which is kind of similar to the one she wears in show. And the converses she gets to keep but I suppose the laces should probably be undone.

Dante:

Based on a classic, back from the dead, everybody wants him... Dante is Pumpkin Kitty! Aside from that the colour scheme also goes very well with Dante's coat and hair and although the cat and pumpkin spice vibe might not quite be right, the other factors were too funny to ignore. Outfit wise there's no way BaB could ever manage the coat and it would be a crime to even try so instead we've gone for casual. Black V-neck, beige trousers and the boots kind of cover like half his wardrobe so it's a good fit.

Lok:

Playful Pup and Lok have the same kind of energy, friendly and a bit naive but equally a very sturdy and solid choice. Obviously Lok would need the Indiana Jones costume so I just had a bit of fun with the rest of his wardrobe. He's got a wholesome shirt but a bit quirky so he's not just got inspirational quotes stuck to his chest, the jeans like the show and the Ireland hoodie to remind him of home. He's also got the rainbow shoes because he is a rainbow himself and deserves the colour.

Zhalia:

Made for the bearcave but has somehow become a favourite with a younger audience, Zhalia is the devil bear. In this comparison obviously Zhalia was made to be an assassin/spy and has somehow ended up on a team predominantly populated by children. Keeping similar to the show, she's just got some jeans boots and a green tank top but when I imagine this all together it looks slightly punky and different which I think works.

Cherit:

Cherit is the timeless bear because who knows how old he is. Not much to say here other than the robes not only give him the white colour, but he also deserves to relax after thousands of years of human nonsense and being fired as a canonball by Eathon Lambert.

Den:

Ngl the main reason for the highland cow as Den is the crazy hair, it's uncanny. I just went a bit nuts with Den because it was really hard to pull an outfit together for him. Starting with the shorts… I can see him wearing them on a beach or something, I think he’d find them funny. Meanwhile the shirt was tricky because Den makes a lot of self confident jokes about being the best but he’s not got an ego, it’s just jokes. I don’t have time to analyse his self esteem issues here but I went for the mothman shirt because it’s the right level between his humour but not over the top. I think the mothman joke distracts from it being all about him. As for the shoes he’s just got some nice simple trainers to tie off this chaotic look.

Harrison:

Zombie frog because he’s been through the wars and he’s always looking rough. I’ve gone with the stranger things T-shirt because we all know how Harrison likes being in a club. I think it also adds to the edgy and antisocial but actually just misunderstood vibe he’s got going on. Black jeans to keep with the aesthetic and the same trainers as Den so they’re matchy matchy.

Honourable mentions!:

I considered the too hot to handle one for Den but going back to the ego thing I decided it was a bit too much. Meanwhile the take you out joke dates back in the Huntik fandom between Dante and Zhalia so it came close.

[schismusic]

Æon Flux and the end of all things

I don't remember the first time I heard of Æon Flux but I sure as hell remember the first time I watched it, and it wasn't too long ago which would technically not warrant the level of obsession I have for that shit, but here we are anyway.

I was knocked the fuck out on painkillers, two of my wisdom teeth freshly removed, not even remotely worried about the exam that I had coming up in like two days from then. So I was barely moving away from my swivel chair and sleeping on a whole ass armored pillow to prevent from tossing and turning and shit felt so surreal to me. It was like the eating chair from the last Cronenberg movie. So I delved into Æon Flux essentially blind and bingewatched the shit out of it. Twice. Ended up downloading the whole thing from some sketchy ass 1080p remastered torrent, rewatched it again, and spread it around personally in a more cauterized Google Drive folder (so if you guys got a nasty ass virtual STD from it, my bad I guess), not even a month after watching the series. Shit was fucked, in short, and every rewatch just fueled this obsession even further.

(image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)

One thing about me: when I obsess over stuff I want to draw something at the very least inspired by it. Happens to me a lot with Autechre, who are actually one of maybe three bands I would not hesitate to call my favourite based on an absolutely objective principle which is absolutely not up for discussion and which might be the object of a future post at this point. But the point is fucking Æon Flux is essentially impossible to replicate because Peter Chung's character designs are so recognizable that you start seeing them in literally every other movie that came out in the late '90s/early 2000s - and for reference, Æon Flux was brought to an end in 1995. Consequently, all attempts at drawing Æon Flux-inspired stuff end up either feeling very derivative or looking like fucking trash. Artistry is a weird thing because sometimes it inspires other people, other times it just inspires man-slaughtering rage.

Somewhat many of my friends are or have at one point tried to be accomplished visual artists. Some have made it to professional/teaching level, some others have an art school diploma or degree - and I'll be using this space to shout out @coto-letta aka V., who has recently rejoined Tumblr after years of absence. We met on here, when her handle was much different, and I mistook her for an ex of mine (whom, surprisingly, we are still on relatively good - if quiet - terms with) so I slid into her DMs as you do, and she was like "yeah actually I have no clue who the fuck you are I just think your blog is neat and dropped a follow" which was quite a fundamental moment in understanding that while my life was written like a dodgy soap-opera, that didn't mean I was the centre of the entire world. Anyway, the reason I'm shouting her out is because sometimes something deeper and older than you remember has a way of finding you again when you least expect it and that's what happened when in January 2023 (after V. had left Tumblr for at that point about two years and we had exchanged Instagram accounts) I somehow ended up on her Insta and found out she had been tagged in a picture taken somewhere that looked suspiciously like my university's conference hall and I could not fucking believe she was in my city. I slid into her DMs again, as you do, and found out that no, that wasn't my uni's aula magna, but yes, she was in fact relocating in my city for her master's. So we met up after maybe seven years of on-and-off Internet friendship. It's a neat story, sure, but how the fuck do we tie it into Æon Flux?

(image taken from Episode 3, Season 2: Leisure)

Not trying to be overly dramatic here, but Æon Flux to me is just about a condensation of everything that "art" can mean. Not just visual flare or style, not just deep meaning or interesting ways of putting across one or more questions and never a definitive answer to any of them (more often than not, it's sets of possible answers - usually two, neither of which ends up covering the whole array of possibilities, both of which actually leave a lot to be desired in a number of different ways), not just this insane fucking music that toys with everything you expect from animation courtesy of Drew Neumann who may just rank as one of the best soundtrack artists ever in virtue of this single work. It's the whole package. You would think it'd work taken in pieces, and it does, no objection to that: but it works even better as a whole package. If the moral questioning (and the philosophical musings of season 3, which is unjustly underrated because "it's too normal" by hipster wannabe critic dilettantes who like to think that they could do better than that. Everybody else on the other hand is generally able to stop pull their head out their own ass and recognize, at the very least, the excellent craftsmanship and talent that went into the ten long episodes) wasn't accompanied by the weird fetishistic sex it'd be somewhat less impactful, almost like a cauterized Tenshi no tamago made into a series for mainstream late-night TV audiences. The twist was that MTV's executives, at the time, "didn't understand [the double entendres], they didn't even notice them. So, we were okay", in producer Japhet Asher's own words in the short documentary Investigation: The History of Æon Flux. The network was, in fact, trying to break into the mainstream - they simply couldn't keep their creatives at bay. No wonder they turned to Jersey Shore as they went along.

(image taken from Episode 5, Season 3: The Demiurge)

Even just the main characters' purported edginess, clearly something "of its time", is never played entirely straight. Both leads are way too complex, and very clearly presented as such, to be just summed up by "Æon Flux is an anarchist/Trevor Goodchild is a dictator". Both of which are true, by the way, they're just one part of a full picture. Even within the context of its necessary linearity - this is still an animated short and as such moves only in one direction, even though a number of episodes (specifically Mirror and Chronophasia) deliberately fuck with the viewer's perception of times on varying degrees of diegesis and extradiegesis - the series could be perceived as, indeed, a sandbox: consequently, the viewer could set sail and explore it. This is further encouraged by the series's active weirdness to whoever would want to try and make sense of the world's story. There is no history, there is just the story at hand: an eternal present which you can't understand ("un eterno presente che capire non sai": Ferretti knew his shit, regardless of how it went after CCCP) and which Æon and Trevor are not interested in even trying to contextualize. Not a surprise then that they'd be into each other: their closeness in body and heart doesn't exist at the mind's level, and the whole thing falls apart miserably every time it looks like they could be finally let their weapons down. But as Æon completely understands, and as Trevor seems to actively try to ignore, the fight is already the whole point: star-cross'd as they may be, the entire act of playfully hunting each other for sport both in the bedroom and on the battlefield is what Trevor Goodchild and Æon Flux thrive on. Trevor wants stability but an Æon who doesn't fight back is simply not Æon; Æon does not want the stability, but she definitely likes Trevor to an extent and finds more in common with him that she would probably be willing to admit (I would like to thank Tumblr user @brw on thons very good analysis of the episode A Last Time for Everything, which heavily inspired this section of the post!). In short: if Trevor seems to embody Pier Paolo Pasolini's idea that "there is nothing more anarchistic than power" ("non c'è nulla di più anarchico del potere") then Æon flips the statement on its head: "there is nothing more powerful than anarchism". That is, of course, until we once again confront my signature ad-hoc elephant in the room that this statement just summoned.

(Image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)

No spoilers intended, but if you so much as google the name of the series you will easily find out that Æon Flux dies a whole lot throughout the series*. Season 1 and all the shorts from season 2 end with her dying ungrateful deaths and a couple of the long episodes leave much to be desired in the way of positive closure, with Ether Drift Theory representing a peak in bleakness for season 3. Most of the shorts where Æon dies imply that either absolutely nothing changes in the world around when she's lost or that Trevor Goodchild literally just succeeds in all of his goals (see Season 1's finale), and one could make a case that even if she did carry her missions through there would be absolutely nothing to show for it: somebody goes up the chain of power, everything is restored, there is one more tyrant to murder. Not to be that one guy who quotes Nietzsche about everything, but the eternal recurrence of the same is the first thing that comes to mind when watching Æon Flux, especially exemplified and even literalized by the episode War, possibly the best of the short ones: it's the same fucking story four times over a five-minute run time and nothing ever gets better for anyone. The body count in the episode is unquantifiably large - every one of the fallen a potential new Æon Flux or Trevor Goodchild. But this, in a way, implies that Æon keeps being reborn, and one could argue that the act of capturing a fly with her venus-fly-trap eye could simply be her coming back to life, as it were; stopping the most evident sign of decay, turning her eyes outward yet again, to face the eternal return of the same again and again and again…

(Image taken from Episode 8, Season 3: Ether Drift Theory)

You can find Æon Flux for free on the Internet Archive.

*as I was discussing the final draft of this post with my friend @oldshittydog we had a pretty interesting discussion which I thought should be added here for an even clearer, fuller picture:

[stellarcobweb]

have i ever mentioned tht whenever i think of the web i just go "thats just my mom?"

(putting a break in here bc after typing everything out, its more of a ramble than i thought it would be)

like. specifically in my own weird as hell way. as well as like *insert my conpantheon and soft polytheism, certain aspects and presentations can be forms that make it easier to talk to and influence humanity*

for whatever reason i look at like. moon/primordial void/mother as being very very VERY Web . using Smirkes detailing of the Fears (which . i think its a lot more nebulous than that but whatever)

also its DEEPLY funny to me that like. my system name for the longest time and even now tbh was Maratus, with collective name Mara for short. Maratus is the peacock spider genus

as well as my Thing abt weaving fate together, getting into tatting lace and crochet, wanting to get even more into like. honest to god spinning and weaving and knot magic and stitch magic in my practice

AND ALSO. final nail in THAT coffin. someone did an energy reading on me once and straight up got fullblown spider demon vibes off of me? w the concept of "you can literally spin ur own web" as something they noticed. which is just. FASCINATING.

+ my energy being called sticky and/or web-like on multiple occasions

like. thinking of terms that i would consider myself w the Fears that ARENT the spiral (bc i am first and foremost an Avatar of the Spiral).

Child of the Web feels a lot better than any of the others? bc im not a Victim, Avatar, or even really necessarily Marked imo. its just like. thats who created me? thats who made me and who built me out of nothing? thats who legit created my soul? if nobody has my back, i know my Mama has my back! its a more personal relationship than anything else honestly. just like. wholeass that is my Mother and i am absolutely my Mother's Child. you *could* consider me marked from birth but idk that doesnt feel OR sound right

(also im a pretty doll :) i mean Doll and dollself are legit. identity at this point. both for coping reasons and xenic reasons. in both marionette AND bjd ways. im not human! and have never ever felt human!)

+ Marked by the Lonely . bc yeah former Victim WOOOOO my childhood was AWFUL!

ik theres an Eye association w me but i have no idea what it is. shrug. research is my hobby and i legit live for doing it. also it def feels nice to chew on info when im researching, very satisfying. no i dont think im an Avatar, and im definitely not a Victim. the Eye just straight up doesnt scare me. tbh i think theres *potential* for Avatarhood fr me at some point but if it happens it happens idrc either way. i just exist!

...honestly Victim of the Corruption would also apply to me but i take a very "if i dont see it it doesnt exist" approach to that and its not anything active in my life . fr the most part. so shrug

YKNOW. the Dark would be called my parent too. i dont think of that part of things as often as i do my Mom but like. Child of the Dark also fits here. i mean . "Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow" is something that i take fully as identity. (yes thats a line from Landscape by Florence and the Machine). also it connects to my former beliefs abt Leviathan = soul parent and what is he but associated with the abyss, water, and darkness

ngl its also funny looking at that from the concept of like. my eyes practically cannot handle any direct sunlight. it hurts them so bad ;;v;; like my eyes are ridiculously sensitive to light and i have insanely good night vision somehow. i know literally nobody else like that. also the concept of the Void is deeply comforting actually. vantablack :)

also unrelated slightly but A Fathers Love is my favorite episode out of literally all of the ones ive heard on TMA. like its just the best one ever

[jellydishes]

JELLYYYYYYYY my friend my pal my brother in bite, I SEEN YA REBLOG and now I am HERE to get UP in your BUSINESS with QUESTIONs about your OCS who are ALSO MY BELOVEDS. (please)

I can't resist asking 7 and 18 about Edyiss my darling For Tsurin I absolutely need 16 and 23 And for Sorrow (asking for Tank and myself): 5, 20, and 21 And because I am perpetually curious about your marvellous creations, I'm enclosing a free space where you can pick a question you've been dying to be asked about the OC of your choice. THANK YOU I AM ENCLOSING BITE 8D

oh man you have released the kraken of ranting about characters lmao

now!! as for ed, i would bounce these questions back at the actual owner of edyiss, @pen99, but as far as my INTERPRETATIONS of edyiss hawke go for the purposes of my stories featuring her!

number 7, What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?: edyiss has more or less remained consistent since i started writing her, though she's definitely more self aware than the rough framework my initial studies for the first story would've indicated! she just doesn't like making a big deal out of it or actually changing because of it :v

number 18, Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?: edyiss is a fascinating mix of both depending on context and how pissed off she is, but in general i would say she'd more up close and personal in terms of her emotional/internal reactions, while often SEEMING cold and detached

tsurin tabris!

number 16, What is your OC's pain tolerance like?: medium, as least based from the perspective of some body who regularly suffers through migraines! i think she would be much better at handling sudden and short term pain rather than chronic issues tbh, it would fuck with her intensely, which is why the lingering issues from her burn scars after fighting the archdemon are the WORST for her

number 23, What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?: i would say the hardest emotion for tsurin to process is grief, she's been struggling with it since her mother died in her early teens and it sends spiderweb cracks out into basically most of if not everything she does, while the hardest for her to express around most people is genuine affection/trust. she only really knows how to do it around family she's known her whole life. shit's tough!!

sorrow cousland/shepard!!

number 5, How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?: in terms of what he thinks is strategically sound, VERY FAR. in mass effect he sacrificed the council for instance bc he thought it just made sense while in dragon age he sacrificed isolde! in terms of personal desires, he is far less willing to pursue THINGS he wants, but in terms of RELATIONSHIPS, he is pretty intense about pursuing somebody unless it's made obvious that his affections aren't wanted

number 20, Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?: sort of! he's polyamorous in name, but he does get insecure and grumpy/withdrawn if he feels his partner(s) aren't seeing to his emotional needs in favor of somebody else, and i can easily see him getting snippy if pressed because he doesn't! want to talk about it! it's FINE!!

number 21, Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?: aside from his stutter, sorrow has tremors in his hands due to chronic pain, which is one reason he has his weapons modified so he can't drop them! though the answer you're looking for is, "never talk about it ever at all to the point that some of his companions had no idea he had chronic pain at all for MONTHS"

aaaaand for the one question! i do in fact have a song i associate with tsurin tabris from WAY BACK

[dirtyoldmanhole]

while waiting on a recap meeting with my boss, i am ... writing notes about what i want this 40k word slowburn gunter x femui fic to accomplish :v

(so backing up -)

writing these short ficlets is making it painfully obvious to do any kind of character study right, i gotta invest in more words here; he's too complex to distill down to one or two scenes, ditto with his dynamic with her. he's hiding too much.

(and honestly, i have always had a soft spot for those epically long slow burn age gap relationship studies; i specifically hunt them out in every fandom, and think making this for gunter fans would be one hell of a gift to this corner of the fates fandom. think pet project, which i feel like fans of a certian age and similar ship taste would recognize. there's a certian sad, poetic irony how both of these men were doomed to death by canon, and I'm vividly reminded of this quote again, mirroring my current feelings.

endurance wise, this is going to be tough - but i've written that amount of words before for past NaNos, beta'd for quite a few novels, and i think this leans enough on all of my favorite tropes i wouldn't get bored halfway through. i also plan to do companion illustrations that will help brainstorm bits as well. the fact this outline is gelling together phenomenally well to the point i already have most of the scenes summarized and falling into place speaks well.)

but back to what i would like this fic to focus on:

can he and kamui have a loving but realistic relationship while he's being tempted by anankos? (think, if they had the Conquest C-S supports in Revelations) if she's around him more, does that reduce anankos' hold on his hatreds? is that enough to change the endgame?

how do they navigate hooking up through the campaign in "closet mode" with all the eyes on them? how do they handle the nohr royalty finding out? (since i feel like hoshido royalty cares less). who reacts badly, who doesn't? who's squicked out by the class differences? (age difference/psuedo-incest too, but given the slight realisim bent, it feels like they'd be more fussed about the former). despite the heaviness, i feel like this is prime territory for some genuinely endearing characterization moments.

can kamui grow past her childhood crush on him and mature into seeing him in a different light? (in turn, can he too, also see her as somebody more nuanced than a princess to be used or simply a mentee to teach bitterly? can he have the bravery to reach out through his loneliness, and bare his heart and scars?) how does their romance change with the flavors over time? from pining to confession to deep physical intimacy?

bluntly, too, on that last point, how do they work around the age difference in terms of sexual mechanics and libido? how does kamui draw him out emotionally, and make him feel like a man again, rather than a ghost or a rusted weapon? how do they stumble into their white-hot sexual appetite for each other, and how do they handle the kinks and taboos that they both wrestle with? (how does gunter in particular wrestle with the guilt of his desire?)

can he and kamui come to terms with the fridge horror of the northern fortress times? can he make amends for his acts there -- if he's the head of security/her bodyguard/perfectly aware of how Garon kidnapped her, and almost executing Silas, as just a few examples. how does kamui reconcile that with her feelings for him?

and -

can i make y'all cry several times LOL

god help me, and I swear by my Muse, I am going to give this man a goddamn happy ending. he's going to have to earn it, but it will be there.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No dw it was a funny jumpscare I laughed LMAOO no literally like the lone dog left at the shelter like I guess I gotta adopt you

I’m never getting over the property line also then way he LIFTS Isagi in the air mid match is crazy like

Nagi fighting a war in his sleep LMAOAOA imagine he dreams about being in his shooter games like COD or whatever maybe that’s where he gets his workout from

LMAO lab born creation fr…which reminds me I should lowk go reread the Bible…

Yo wait imagine…if we go back to the childhood friend setting imagine they’re at a point where Otoya slowly realizes he’s in love…but then the childhood friend goes on a date or find a man (probably short term) and Otoya LOSES IT and acts like he’s being cheated on even though they aren’t even together LMAOAOAOA “how could you betray me and leave me alone??? Going out with that rat of a man” or something HAHAHA

BAHAHAHA NO WAY??? This is insane I remember looking up all the breeding guide videos trying to get all the dragons without spending my games shdgshshs (sneakily playing in class is so real LMAOAO) you’re literally freaky Friday y/n then not paying attention but still acing class girlboss fr!!! BROOO THE GEMSTONE DRAGONS I remember one time I lost my account and my topaz dragon and sent an email to the company and they were like my b bro nothing we can do and I was like???? I somehow ended up with an aquamarine dragon spawning in my island randomly and eventually got back my dragons including the topaz one!! I remember the gemstone dragons literally being like the holy grail bc wdym they give me gems???

LMAOO i remember hating on both waluigi and wario because whenever I played VS Battles with cpus they somehow were always on the opposing team and I’d get shelled by them (or at least that’s what I remember HAHAH) Hiori as toad is way too accurate I can somehow also see Otoya choosing bowser?? Thinks he looks macho or something I bet LMFAO king boo nagi is also so on brand LOLLL and Yukimiya is like the one who touches the most grass so he def just goes with the standard Mario LMAOO

I would give them smash bros assignments but I fr only played as like pokemon because back when I actually played I barely knew any of the other characters (I also used duck hunt on occasion because one time I got it randomly and was like actually this isn’t bad) so I barely remember the other options or who was good or not LMAO

I think the theory was relatively obscure LOL I saw it once in passing and was like wait…you’re onto something…but now I’m not sure LMAOAOA

HOLLYHOCK UPDATE SOON I WILL BE THERE WHEN IT GOES LIVE SHSHS (was that birdie Karasu LMFAO)

-Karasu anon

LMAOO LITERALLY like he’s tugging on my heartstrings fr!!

LIFTING ISAGI BY THE BACK OF HIS COLLAR IS CRAZYYYY WORK esp because isagi is ALSO older than him 😭 by over a year!! rin is on smth different i swear

nagi is fighting DEMONS at night i just know he’s such a kicker…absolutely insufferable to share a bed w he probably also steals the blanket

HAHAHA i won’t spoil the otoya request but let’s just say otoya will not handle it well when his childhood bff ventures into the world of dating 😏

LMAO freaky friday y/n is the closest to me i think maybe that’s why i liked writing that story sm 😓 but omg no i loved dragonvale and the gemstone dragons were always the prettiest PLUS they gave gems so they were my favs!! i also remember i got the fountain of youth thing so i could turn all of my dragons back into babies because 90% of the adult forms were ugly asf 😭

waluigi + wario + donkey kong are my unholy trinity of opps HAHAHA i hate all of them w a burning passion!! i love bowser though and i def could see otoya picking him as well. KING BOO AND NAGI JUST SPOKE TO ME ON ANOTHER LEVEL 😩 and hiori as toad too…yuki honestly yeah he just doesn’t care which character he gets so he defaults to mario 😭

i play zero suit samus whenever i play w my friends (which admittedly is v rare and i’m by no means good at the game) because i only play as girl characters!! i’m a daisy main in mario kart hehe. i think if i had to assign them smash characters i would say karasu is waluigi like i mentioned, otoya would be sheik (basically princess zelda’s alter ego as a male ninja…i think he’d actually believe sheik is a male ninja and be SUPER hype abt it until nagi or hiori made fun of him for it but he’s too attached atp to change), nagi would be mr game and watch (super weird and obscure character that’s rlly hard to get a hang of but is also crazy good once you get him), hiori would be the ice climbers (just vibes), and yuki is giving me wii fit trainer fsr?? no idea why

that birdie was in fact karasu 🤫 posting the next chap as soon as i post this YAYY

[bitemedotmp3]

For Mika? Did she do it for Mika? N-no, she just- I-it's not like she cares or anything, it's just- aaaaagh, forget it! Uzi feels pinpricks of heat on her cheeks as she frowns and looks away, because whatever! But the tension fades as she listens to Mika, and she raises a brow. The stuff Mika's saying... Really takes all kinds here in the city, huh? Guess Uzi's only dumped a bit of her lore, and Mika's probably got some other messed-up stuff going on in her life, too. Uzi already knew she was just using "human" as a handy umbrella term, even if Mika didn't quite fit under it, but hearing all this other stuff is illuminating.

"Huh," is all Uzi can really say at first. She leans back in her seat for a few moments, frowning, before a response comes to mind. "I've seen so many people die, it's crazy to think that some people never see it happen. I saw one of my dad's coworkers get sliced in half right in front of me. Up-and-down," she says, drawing a line down her face.

Being a worker drone just means death is more or less constantly lurking around your back; It's a miracle Uzi reached high school with how high the mortality rate is at times. And on the flip side is Mika, who only knows about death from a textbook. It's... jarring, maybe? Shocking? She isn't really sure how to describe the feeling.

"Must be nice," she says, more tensely than she means to.

But it feels nice that Mika is appreciative. Uzi's starting to realize she's never really... had a friend like this before. Her relationships with N and V came from a place of shared trauma, a burden thrust upon them that they only overcame hand-in-hand. No matter what happens to them, they'll always have that chain linking them together, but with Mika, they just kind of... ended up in the same place. Uzi never really expected them to be friends, she figured this bubblegum-pink girl would end up antagonizing her like so many others did. But Mika is nice. Dumb, but nice. Uzi would rather not not be friends. And that feels weird to admit, even just to herself. She's not used to this!

"Okay, well. As long as you're happy, that's good. And I don't want to kill her, I just don't want to be killed by her. So I dunno, just, like, keep her on a short leash. Maybe she'd be into that." Gotta toss a little levity in there, can't be too genuine.

Sighing, Uzi reaches out towards the kitchen knife that's still lying on the counter. A purple glyph appears around the handle and her fingers, and she guides it back into the block. "Guess we can file this one away under 'done for now?' I'd rather not have any more drama with you anytime soon. Got enough of that in my life."

Mika listened in silence as Uzi explained their story to her, trying best not to say anything rash until the very end of the tale. The fact she went to a scrapyard of all things to find her "former thought girlfriend's" robotic corpse was not something Mika ever dreamed she'd hear and not think was some absurd story made up to freak her out. But it all continued to add up as Uzi finished, saying that she of all people gave her a funeral service.

"...Y-You did all of that? For me?" What would normally come out as words of potential anger escaped Mika's lips more as a surprise. Beyond just making sure nobody in the city was going to deal with zombie drones, a thought Mika never wanted to hear ever again, Uzi very well could've left it at that. Check the weird corpse and go on with her wonderful teenage angst filled life. Yet there was one thing that Mika felt needed to be said as well, a little bit that she knew was confusing plenty of people.

"Uzi I know I've told you before but...whatever I am isn't what you call humans." Mika sighed as she stood up from her seat, scratching the top of her already messy hair trying to word what she was going to say without sounding even more like she lost her marbles. "I-I know the phrase too from being here too. It's something people toss around for individuals that look like me of course without the wings or the halo."

Whatever its true meaning was lost on her. Nobody taught it to her nor was it locked in some library that the Sisterhood was keeping anywhere. Sure there was a possibility it existed but one was more likely to run on a wild goose hunt going from clue to clue then figuring out anything meaningful.

"There's one person in our world that I realized might've fit the description. They're the one who also works alongside the Student Council to make sure the city isn't always setting itself on fire, someone trying to seize power, or even an uprising from going through completely..." "Sensei" was that person, but it's not like they were here to prove the point in front of the two of them. Nor would it really prove anything. But it did have one important thing relating back to what the drone said.

"...This is all a big and annoyingly long way of saying I don't think I've ever seen anyone "die" before."

Which sounded equally absurd considering how fearful she was of her own life on multiple occasions. But being in Spirale for a whole year would make anyone believe the absurdity in their world might pale or be seen as normal in this place.

"I-I've obviously tried to kill people before don't get me wrong. Some I thought were the only way of moving forward, others individuals I didn't want to have to kill unless it was absolutely necessary. Even I thought I was going to die in that Church at home. While I mentioned before that the halos we have make us more durable we all have our breaking points. If you shot a tank shell at me and I didn't prepare for it I'd probably only be knocked out for a few minutes. But keep doing it over and over and well you get the picture..." And compared to to some of the things she saw here the odds of being killed were much higher. A far cry from bullets feeling like pellets on her skin...

"...But I don't think I've ever been to a funeral myself either. I'm sure there's at least a few unlucky students who don't have a school to go back to that might've died. But nobody ever would've found them in the first place."

And any actual records of a enrolled one dying would've been kept off the record entirely. Only "they" would know, and even then it was doubtful Mika would ever get that information without stealing it for herself...

"I don't know what I would've done if I found her corpse before you. Zombie drone or not." Her entire body shivered as she sat back down and looked towards her roommate. "But I know I probably wouldn't have done what you did. And for that I want to thank you. Even if now, you know, the two of you are more on "kill each other on sight" terms."

[touyasdoll]

Ash…bby…I’m just thinking about a thing.

The thing being Dabi and his fuckable-ness for lack of a better term.

Just like…how jealous Dabi gets when you’re being as helpful as you can around the LOV hideout? Cooking breakfast…tending to wounds when you can. Shiggy and Spinner have definitely noticed your presence.

You’re not doing anything wrong at all but the shorts you’re wearing are drawing the attention of other’s and while Dabi loves your confidence, he hates other people looking at you.

So he gives you a warning…then you wear them again 😈

Idk I just wanna start shit with some of my favorite characters and see how they’d handle it tbh

Lilith, my love!! Bless you and your beautiful brain 😩 I started this v drunk & am finishing it sober lmao bear with me pls.

Forever

pairing: Dabi/Touya x villain!reader

warnings: marking/branding, quirk play, possessive behavior, biting, exhibitionism, daddy kink, degradation (v light/to be safe), fingering, despite these warnings, he’s soft in this. Go figure.

“Thanks again for making breakfast. Sometimes I really don’t know what we’d do without you around,”Spinner’s smiling politely enough, innocently enough when he says it, but Dabi knows better.

He knows better, because he sees the way that fucking lizard’s eyes attach to your ass when your insist that ‘it’s nothing” and walk away to get to cleaning up the kitchen.

He sees the way Shigaraki ogles you when you take it upon yourself to tidy up the place. Bending over to pick up this and that. Shit that he knows the bastard purposefully left out of place just to watch you like he’s doing now.

He sees the way Compress can’t seem to keep his eyes off your tits when you’re hunched over trying to patch up the gash on his arm. The idiot always seems a little too pleased to complain to you whenever he’s been injured.

He sees it all. And he’s just about fucking sick of these entitled jackasses leering at what’s his.

It’s always the worst when you dress like this. Sure, he loves the view, but he hates sharing. Never has been very good at it. Never will be, he assumes.

Those skimpy shorts that and those shirts that hug your curves just the right way have the other men circling you like sharks in the water. You’re the freshly wounded prey.

It’s like they’re always waiting to pounce. Always waiting for you to open that door, just a crack. That would do it. At least they’re not dumb enough to actively pursue you. He would have to roast them if they tried and Shigaraki would likely drone on and on about that at the next meeting, if it were to happen. Another torture that he would rather be spared from.

So he thinks to minimize the risk. He asks you as politely as he can to, "Maybe not wear those shorts around the other guys, okay, doll?"

But do you listen? No. Of course you don't. Dabi didn't fall so head over heels for you, because you always do what you’re told. He figured you wouldn't exactly take to him policing your outfits, so he'd expected this.

And being the crafty bastard that he is, he’d come up with another solution.

"Hey, doll," he smiles sleepily at you from his position propped up against the counter, making you wonder when he slipped behind the open refrigerator door as you close it and nearly jump out of your skin.

"Oh!" You let out a breath, still instinctively clutching your chest, which is well defined by the low cut shirt you decided to wear today; out of spite, perhaps? He thought there was a good chance of it. "Babe, you scared the shit out of me!"

You playfully smack his chest with the pack of bacon you've retrieved from the fridge and he only smirks in reply, pushing off the counter to follow you to the stove.

His hands catch your hips, gripping them tight as he slides you in front of him, pinning you to the counter by pressing his stirring erection flush up against your ass, half of which was visible from beneath the shorts you'd decided to wear yet again today, unknowingly setting your boyfriend's plan into motion.

"Babe!" You chortle, admonishing him in a hushed tone while looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was around before you met his flickering blue irises.

"'S'matter, doll? Don't you like when I touch you like this?" His nose nuzzles into the crook of your neck before his teeth sink into it, pulling a soft groan from your lips that sends a jolt to his cock, prompting it to rise to full mast as he ruts against you.

"Y-yes, but—"

"Someone's gonna see?" He chuckles, a warm, dark echo against your skin. "That's the idea, sweetheart. Gotta remind these assholes not to touch what isn't theirs from time to time. It's a tough concept to grasp for people like us," he murmurs, dragging his mismatched lips along the back of your neck to litter kisses along the other side.

"'M'all yours, Touya," you whisper quietly, fighting off the moan hiding just behind your lips.

"And I'm all yours. You know that. I know that, baby," his tongue runs over your pulse and that moan of yours slips out. "But do they?"

You can feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he wraps an arm around your waist, leaning forward to bend you over the counter as he grazes the nape of your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy," you whimper, pressing your palms flat to the surface in front of you, eagerly pushing back against him in search of friction.

"Mm, we'll get to that in a minute, doll," he brings his lips to the shell of your ear, letting his breath fan over it before he growls, low and deep, "Daddy's gotta make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.”

His hand drops from your hip, moving to your thigh to slowly climb up the back of it while his palm begins to heat up. You squirm as the heat continues to rise, it’s not painful yet, but you have a feeling it’s about to be.

“‘S’okay,” he says softly, a quiet reassurance in your ear. “Won’t do it unless you want me to.”

The arm around your waist slides further south, slipping into your shorts, so that his middle finger can slide between your folds.

“Fuck,” he marvels in a hushed rasp. His lids fall shut and his cocks throbs against your ass as he discovers the slick dripping from your core. “You’re already so wet for me. Willing to bet you want me to do it, huh, doll?”

He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth, tugging gently as he plunges the finger into your empty hole, making you mewl, a cautious plea for more as you reach back and knit your fingers into his hair.

“Yeah, you want me to burn you, don’t you? Want to be permanently mine? All mine.” He draws out the the last word to the tempo of the slow and intentional rut of his hips, the idea clearly making him as excited as it’s making you.

You nod, a soft whimper spouting from pursed lips as your brows pull together, “Yes, daddy, please. Wanna be yours forever.”

A gruff grunt escapes him as you utter the word ‘forever’. He shifts behind you, sliding his hips to one side of your body to pin you to the counter and expose your ass cheek from beneath your shorts as he tugs it up high, wedging it between your cheeks to allow him access to the full expanse of your plush skin.

“You sure ‘bout this, doll?” He can feel his palm itching as it glides over the globe of your ass, he wants to do it already, but he needs to be certain. “No takin’ this one back.”

You inhale a quick breath and nod, insistent. “‘M’sure, Touya,” you breathe out. “Forever,” you repeat thoughtfully, bracing yourself against the counter with a tight grip on the edge of it.

His forehead drops against the back of your neck, another quiet groan leaving him at the thought of you wearing his mark for such an expanse of time.

It happens quickly. His palm suddenly and very briefly searing hot enough to leave a large, bright red hand print across your asscheek, the tips of his long fingers extending to peek out onto the very top part of your thigh.

You hiss, clenching damn near every muscle in your body as the worst of it hits you before all that’s left is the singing sting.

“I know, I know,” he assuages you with gentle whispers and even gentler circles on your clit. It doesn’t do much for the pain itself, but it certainly distracts you from it. “I’m gonna take care of you, alright, doll?” He seals the promise with kisses to the nape of your neck before he rests his chin over your shoulder, affectionately nuzzling his nose against your cheek before he murmurs another promise against it. “Forever.”

[sunnydayjackass]

I got a scenario/ question I want a second head to help think on; What if Sunshine had a sibling (whether younger/older/twin doesn't matter) with whom they are v close and lived within their apartment-- basically joined at the hip. Would Jack if intimidated/threatened by them on any level? Especially if that sibling somehow got the suspicion that something is amiss in general or with their family member. Personally think it'd be a mixed bag in the beginning with the initial end goal of gently getting Sunshine's sibling out of the way, via helping/swaying things into their favor to distract them enough to where they move away or something. However if push came to shove and truly had no other options, Jack would be extremely reluctant but would "persuade" them to "venture away", especially if at some point that sibling was somehow magically able to see and talk to Jack at some point too. (Sorry if this is too out there and such but I couldn't help but think could be an interesting "route" to explore. I thought sharing it would be cool.)

Oh buddy I can input on that. I'm the oldest of four and we're a tight knit bunch. Sorry if this is a lil babbly

One thing, sibs know when somethings up usually. It's like a fuckin spidey sense-not always that something is wrong. But there's a notice that something is different. Jack would be difficult to hide and whatever lie that would be brought up-sibs defo poke at that. It just comes with the territory. I know my siblings would be on my ass nearly immediately just as I would be on theirs lol. We respect each other's lives and privacy as much as siblings can but there'd always be that "...tf is up with you?" With maybe an lol tacked on there.

How Jack would take it is very much hinging on the personality/relationship of the sibling. On one hand- it's so wonderful you have a sibling and he wishes he could meet/interact with them proper. On the other hand, it's someone taking time from you. One central trait I've noticed with yanderes is absolutely to isolate their target from friends and family, making them entirely reliant on them instead. While as good as that may sound to Jack, he doesn't strike me as being super malicious or wanting to hurt you.

Jack would sulk and pout, maybe guilt you that he misses you and that he feels neglected. I think so long as there was a balance of sorts or you finding ways to stealthly include him- it wouldn't be too much of an issue. But it's really a short term solution if thr sibling is living in the apartment as it takes away a LOT of his freedoms with you. He'd slowly start planting the seeds of that it's better for you to get your own place or for your sibling to.

In that line of thought, I could see Jack stoking coals to ignite conflict between siblings. Petty little things that build and build and make things tense and/or awkward until one of you took the initiative to move out solo. It isn't something he necessarily enjoys doing but he lives here too and now just feels like a guest. This is simply a better solution for everyone and that's what he'll justify to himself.

If they can somehow interact with him and see him, I think initially he'd be pretty elated! He can be introduced proper, he can talk about you- hear stories about you, it's someone else who loves you but isn't viewed as a problem. Jack won't want to view them as one unless they really push to be. Things are complicated enough, he would try to avoid that as much as possible.

However if they can interact with him and do become a problem, Jack's means of handling it are very passive aggressive and petty. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. He isn't above using the power that he has either be it to haunt their dreams, gaslight them, make them delicately question everything...he wouldn't go so far as breaking them- he wouldn't do that to Sunshine. But shit defo goes down and ultimately, Jack is gonna get his way.