#and so much of the info they do give you isn't even accurate lol

[sexiestsex]

It's so wild to me that like. t e r f s position themselves as being the ones to support detransitioners while also talking about them and their bodies in the most vile way. And while I understand that transition regret is real and very very hard to deal with and maybe seeking out people who validate the way you feel about your body feels good in the moment, I truely truely do not think it is a healthy way to cope with it. And obviously blaming the trans community is not a great way to go about it either lol.

I also think, we as a community are honestly also doing detransitioners a disservice by not acknowledging the ways that, doctors do pressure and expect trans people to conform to a certain transition path and even intentionally misinform you to get you to make your choices differently. This is how and why they are still performing unnecessary surgeries on intersex children. They want our bodies to conform as closely to one binary sex as possible and that means you have to do a lot of research about every single transition decision you make and can't rely on only doctor's information. It sucks and it's disgusting that they don't care about actually helping people be comfortable, only about making them conform but it's something you really have to keep in mind. No one is pressured into a transition, I'm starting to feel they'd rather we die than transition. But yes, once you are transitioning there are pressures to do it a certain way.

I'm sorry to everyone who regrets a decision they were misinformed about, that they were pressured into or otherwise didn't have full agency over. That just makes it so much harder to deal with the regret and i really can't give advice on it, except that, if you ever felt pressured into any decisions about your body, you should not be fighting against the availability of transition care but also join our fight for informed consent in medical care.

Informed consent is not yet a standard in any treatment but it really really needs to be. And there need to be consequences for doctors who intentionally misinform or don't inform patients. The insurance should not be allowed to demand one kind of treatment to cover another, especially when it's not a necessary treatment. The stories of medical malpractice you hear when talking to people are absolutely unhinged and abhorrent and put lives at risk.

The solution to absolutely none of them is less autonomy and less agency.

Originally I was gonna make this a body neutrality post, validating the right of all people to feel however they do about their bodies and their decisions about their bodies but arguing against this disgusting narrative of brokenness and being "ruined" that is spread to trans and detrans people but i guess I got side tracked. Anyways. You can find happiness in your body again no matter what you've been through, even when it's hard. I hope you find ways to enjoy yourself and your body in the time you have here. Other people can make it harder but it's still possible and you can still do it.

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8s for June 26, 2024 and July 6, 2024

The peak of my convention season is almost over, and I'm taking a break to liveblog some Homestuck. It doesn't help that we've had two upd8s since I last checked the site. I'm also not feeling well, and I like browsing Homestuck stuff when I'm not feeling well.

When last we left off, I predicted that Calliope is using the Plot Point to influence the Candy Timeline through their connection with Roxy and her/their Void powers. If I'm right, this is the worst thing to have anywhere near a Serket. So I'm really wondering what's going on. Perhaps they think Vriska's ability to influence the narrative can give it a boost?

We don't get a news post for either of these upd8s, so we're going to jump right in!

Trippy . . . Though this seems considerably less seizure inducing than Homestuck's prior stuff. Perhaps the HICU are working on that a bit.

Okay, so I might be way off! So the Plot Point itself is the singularity at the center of the machine. The machine itself just stabilizes it, perhaps preventing it from expanding Big Bang style or sucking anything into it. And the fact it has both Calliope and Roxy's colors means they probably just worked on it together. I'm gonna go stand in the corner and turn into a sheep now.

Oh boy. Vriska is not having any patience for this . . .

Calliope said they needed authenticity, and Vriska following someone else's plan wouldn't exactly do that. Vriska would actually get as much info as she could normally though. So she thinks she has all the information she needs, she doesn't believe she can get accurate info from anyone in the Candy Timeline, or she's being affected by the Plot Point too. Possibly a combination of the three.

Either way, no we get an [S] page! Maybe this will be a substantive one.

So Vriska just got spaghettified into the Plot Point, and that seems to have changed the machine. That music was really creepy too. I'm continuing to have a bad feeling about this . . .

Oops . . . Roxy is not happy about this.

"Grumpy Exposition Creature: Exposit." lol

Oh shit! They have attracted some attention I don't think they're ready for.

Whelp! Even Dead Calliope isn't able to do much beside reveal what's going on. We've got another [S] page too.

Well this is eerily familiar . . .

Wait! That's Vriska's hive! But it's just Vriska's hive, no sign of Equius's. This has some dream bubble vibes, but it's definitely not that.

More God Tier art!

Uh oh. Ominous call back is ominous. And the narration here is driving that home even further. But what do they mean by "hungrier?" What other forces can be called into play here. The Horrorterrors perhaps? Something new? Us being hungry for more?

Yeah, I was already pretty sure this was a bad idea. Calliope might be many things, but they're not a liar.

Davepeta jumpscare!

Um . . . that's a lot of sprites . . .

Yay! Fefetasprite is here too!

Apparently this is an infurvention.

Holy crap it's SBAHJification time! I'm not gonna spoil that. You can see this masterpiece for yourself.

Okay. So the sprites seem to want to set Vriska straight. Emphasis on "seem." So why is this a bad thing? Is this simply bad from Calliope's perspective and her goal of trying to stabilize everything and end Dirk's influence on the timelines and the narrative? Is this a trap? Is this a previously unseen force or a new angle on one we know about?

So I'd previously blogged about how powerful the Plot Point could be. It is well within the realm of possibility for Vriska to be forced through a redemption arc. And there are definitely people out there that are hungry for that. As a god, this could put Vriska on the path to ascend, which might give her even more control over the narrative than Dirk.

But even with all the bullshit that's been going on in the Candy Timeline, even with the potential power of the Plot Point, even with all of Homestuck's prior ridiculous shenanigans, this feels a bit too convenient. Too contrived. Vriska, her Hive, the sprites. It all strains any kind of credibility.

And while there are people who are hungry to see Vriska redeemed, there's another outcome that I think far more people are hungry for . . .

"welcome to hell"

[usagifuyusummer]

I've been snooping around since Rebirth came out because, man, ever since FFVIIR, I can't stop thinking about FF7...

After seeing Zack's parents, I can definitely see how his hair is both a mix of his parents styles. The front part from his mom and the spiky parts from his dad.

We do know Zack's light blue green mako eye color isn't natural, so from what we can see from his parents, we can conclude that Zack had a more brown-ish green-ish grey-ish lighter eye color before becoming a SOLDIER?

(Does anyone else have a more accurate desription on what they think Zack's original eye color might be like?)

I wonder how Zack looks like with the eye color we can see from his parents here. Admittedly, I do think that the scene is quite dark for me to truly observe his parents models design, since it is really different from the OG design.

I wish there was someone out there who could rip those models out for people as curious as me to observe. As they did bring up some info on Gongaga that I thought was really intriguing, like why tell us that? Why bring up that the Cetra descendants settled in Gongaga and lived in seclusion??? Why not just give us a full mock history book in the game that tells us the places where the Cetra have migrated or were prominent in? I have even more questions in my head than answers right now... Its brainrotting bad lmao.

Hm, I hope Part 3 clears up the questions I have on Zack and some FF7 stuff...

And how in the hell the Planet as a character is going to be portrayed??? Will Zack or the whole cast meet Minerva again to beat her ass up the second time??? Is Genesis even possible at this point, since there's only one part left to explain this whole thing...

I really hope Zack gets a DLC or specific story parts if they didn't have time to fully expand on some Crisis Core loose ends, Jenova and Dirge of Cerberus stuff... Maybe they're planning to do that after the main games end??? I don't know, there's just too many uncertainties right now. And I'm just rambling out of my mind lmao.

Side note, I didn't know what to describe Zack's parents eye colors, so if what I wrote in the poll is not accurate, sorry for that. Unless either someone tells me, or I read/watch an analysis of this somewhere, then I'll change it. This is the limit of my knowledge on this so far. Discussions are open for anyone of course, if there are any who think about this as much as I do lol.

I don't know if polls can be reopened, since I don't really want to have a time limit on this one. I'm just curious on what others think of this. If my post ever gets far of course... That's why I didn't want the time limit. I'll see what happens then. Thanks for reading my ramblings this far.

[janwixler]

Neil with his fans? yes please!

I know very much of the sports fandom and it’s craze. I know most people, middle aged men in particular, don’t want extra info of the players except their skills. (my dad lol)

But teen girls and Boys??!! Oh, they’re The Heart of making sports personalities into literal Celebrities! (I actually idolised many Brazilian football player and actually had a shrine!)

As for the aftg universe, we know that Exy is a relatively new but gradually popular sports. If we fix the timeline correctly, then it’s in the mid 80s when Neil was obsessed with the sports. it's very clear with Neil's own Kevin and Riko shrine, he's much like a fanboy himself too!

so turns out, Exy fandom do exist there on full blast. Judging by Kevin's popularity and Neil's super rise to the fame with pure talent, it would be only a matter of time when Neil becomes as popular as him.

Coming to the main point, How would he react to his fans?!!

At first, he wouldn't even believe he might have some fans. He's always too busy with dealing with reporters as a captain, his first reaction to someone screaming 'JOSTEN!! WE LOVE YOU!!' is like a rabbit hearing a gunshot (Nicky's words!)

The fans often mail him gifts and Postcards and chocolates. Neil give the chocolates to Andrew and keep the postcards in a wardrobe drawer dedicated to these.

When the fans of the front row seats call him to sign a autograph after a game, he's always to worn out to even hold a pen. But when he's in a good mood, being benched for the last half of the game and his team winning, he tells the security to grab a bunch of notes to sign them off. (oh and the girls scream!!! that can surely be heard from outside of the stadium)

oh, the girls, fangirls yes. Neil isn't (obviously) like Nicky; out, loud and proud. He keeps his intimate relationship with Andrew a very secret. in one of the sports banquet, Some girls were crying and screaming at the the audience side of the red carpet as he and Kevin arrived. Kevin told him to keep things professional as he gently smiled at the camera's and the fangirls. Neil scoffed. a few girls were literally sobbing with a notebook in hands and calling out Neil. Kevin told him to sign a few fans as he went to his fan-group. Neil hesitated for a bit and then tried a smile as he reached the fangirls. their screeching noises were deafening. as was almost finished with a third one, a girl blurted out, "Please marry me Neil!! I love you!". Neil finished the fourth one and looked at the direction where the confession came. Flustered by being noticed, the girl who said that still asked a tone higher, "please, Neil?!" upon noticing the girl right this time, Neil gently smiled, "I'm sorry, but I'm already someone else's!" the girls exclaimed shrikes that time were manageable, But Kevin's roaring remarks of the next morning's headlines were not.

paparazzi never really seem to get tired of him. in a store buying stuff with pyjamas on? check. Having occasional convo with Andrew outside the game (a lot)? check. Coming out of a LGBTQ friendly club once in two weeks? check (bonus if Andrew is on sight). Neil meeting up with his former team-mates once a while? check, check and check.

Neil does get celebrity treatment but he refuses to admit. A good looking player with a no-filter comments about opposed team, he is a total banger for the sports drama.

He often asks some fans if there is something he should focus on more. The fanboys just burst out every theory they have. They might not be accurate sometimes but Neil does love a constructive criticism.

Neil is often seen with Andrew but surprisingly nobody questions them and he doesn't mind about it.

the fan accounts of Neil are a absolute disaster. Nicky found about it first. Neil was way too cringed at the contents some middle school girls make and none of these focused on Exy. Neil never once looked him up on the fansites again.

Neil never fails to feel goosebumps when the fans roar their pro team fight song when he goes pro. For the first few years, he and Andrew been playing on different team. So in small match breaks when he goes to Andrew to say how good he was playing, the fans roared in cheers cause they assumed these two were warning each other off. That's when the famous 'Josten-Minyard; formidable foe?' headline started a trend. Neil's freshmen years foxes team made this like a common family joke whenever they see two of them together!

[moonchildreads]

Hello!

I’ve just started reading Small Town, and I am a DND Player myself.

Forgive me if this is in later chapters, but I had to ask: How did Dottie get into DND? Did she just enjoy the game and start playing, or is there a significance?

Again, just found your series, so I apologize if this is in later chapters. Feel free to ignore this if it is.

Just wanted to say how refreshing it is to have an OC who isn’t a cheerleader and actually plays DND.

hi friend! thank you for giving my silly fic a read :D

i don't know how much you've read so i'll try to explain without spoiling it, but even so i don't think i've gone too in depth except for some mentions here and there so i can share a bit of secret info haha i'll put it under a cut in case people don't want to know!

dottie has never played dnd herself by the time she joins hellfire, she has only seen her dad play with his friends from college. this might seem a bit unrealistic but i actually borrowed this from my own family history: my uncle used to work for the company that brought well known ttrpgs and trading card games into my country, so he has been aware of dnd and other really cool games literally eons before they've reached the mainstream. (he worked on our local launches for pokemon and mtg cards! isn't that cool af?)

so the timeline would be something like this: dottie is born in 1968, dnd comes out in 1974 (advanced dnd came out in 1977 so that date would be much more accurate as to when it hit the masses since sets were being sold in toy stores and through catalogues like sears), and one of james' friends picks it up and brings it to their friend group. that's why in chapter 3 dottie mentions her dad making her blow on his dice for luck! that's something i used to do with my dad when him and my uncles would play games on christmas and family gatherings. i didn't grow up playing dnd myself, i picked it up on my own a few years ago but i borrowed bits and pieces of my own life to give more life to the story i tried to tell.

i hope this makes sense, feel free to ask me for more if it didn't lol thank you for reading and i hope you're enjoying the story! (also if you feel comfy, pls tell me which class and race you play, i'd love to know)

[birdstooth]

HOWDY 🤠 This is the funniest bull related joke I could find on the internet after 10 min:

there was something sexy about the thought of a drunk Steve just walking in on the two of you.

...??? I guess I'll take her word for it lol 😂

“I never said anything about Frank.  But, let’s see how I know there is something going on.  For some reason, none of the other cowboys talk to you now.  Half the time they won’t look at you, and some have even refused for you to work on them.  Almost as if another one has staked a claim on you.”

I'm HERE FOR INSPECTOR MINDY CSI. Literally casting her as the Clarice Starling of this story rn.

Brain: not every story has a Clarice Staring character tho?

Me: well this one does now.

smh at this dude trying to get private healthcare in a public healthcare system tho lol

“Or could be the fact that you tense up when it’s his turn to ride.  Clench your fists, and when he actually rides the full eight seconds you get excited, only to gasp when he has to get off the damn bull,”

Me: New plot, Mindy is like undercover FBI working to break up some kind of drug smuggling ring, bc she suspects one of the riders is using THE BULLS to smuggle heroin

Brain: how?

Me: ok so they get the bulls to swallow like these small bags of heroin to transport them over state lines, and then collect the bags later in the 💩💩💩

Brain: that sounds extremely stupid

Me: yeah, which is why no one would suspect it!!

“No, Steve is a slut.  A proud slut, and we love him for it.  Steve doesn’t care if the porn is on his phone or on the bed next to him.  

people in general kind get the ink from PDA right? It's not just me I'm pretty sure? But imagine like, having a brain where u see 2 people going at it and instead of wanting the earth to swallow u up, you're like "cool, free porn" lmao

He can be slowly fading in and out of consciousness, but he’s going to hear you, and believe me, he’s watching.  You have your own damn room.  Ride your cowboy there.”

Me: dude, that's why she know so much about each rider! They're all suspects!! she has a file on each of them

Brain: well I mean she also works with them??

Me: which gives her the perfect opportunity to collect more info. Do u think she's going to try to recruit Bunny to get the scoop on Frank

Brain: ...no

Me: you're right... if Frank was a top suspect, he would be dangerous and Mindy would try harder to discourage Bunny from spending time with him. My money is on Steve for primary person on interest

Brain: I didn't ask lol

Me: ok ALSO, saying that Steve is always watching even if he seems unconscious or drunk? That's some sleeping with one eye open bc u never know when the feds will catch up with you behaviour. So maybe Steve is the dangerous one and that's why she suggests Bunny goes to her own room.

Hughie, all they want to do is split us up.  It’s not happening.  I’m not in a relationship with them, I’m with you,”

The name "Hughie" has already been taken by that character from The Boys, so I'm going to have to decide whether to do a recast, or she's going to have to change the nickname to like, Hughie_1 or something

Would it be accurate to say that having sex in the shower is like eating soup out of the can? B/c sometimes I eat soup out of the can so I won't have to wash a bowl later, and isn't that similar to having sex in the same place you're going to have to go after to clean up? Or would it be more like eating soup straight out of the dishwasher? Or is it like none of these things and I've made a wrong turn somewhere

 He gives another look over to you, flicking his hat with the biggest smile.

how does the hat stay on btw. Is there a chin strap or hair clips or something?

If you’re taking me to the hospital, I need a private one.

whoa does he have insurance or is he like rich or something. I don't really know how y'alls healthcare works but I know its expensive lol, so private healthcare would be more expensive I feel?

“And what a ride for Frank Adler.  Best score of the night, that cowboy is walking away with an eighty-nine!”

Me: I mean he's not exactly walking away tho hahaha... I crack myself up... just like his ribs probably lol

Person beside me: what??

Me: I said this sure would be an inappropriate time to make a joke about someone getting hurt even tho they chose to participate in this activity without any protective gear, HAHAHA😰😰😰

 “I thought you were given the night off?”

What does that mean? Is she batman or something lol like, take a night off Bruce, the crime in Gotham will still be here tomorrow

“Would you be a dear and check on dinner?” Linda smiles over at you, but Harlan shakes his head no.  “Well, she is part of the help.”

OH ok she's Harlan's nurse I guess? IDK why I didn't make that connection haha

While the first time you met Ransom, he had a lot to be desired.  But now after two years later, and one of those you had been dating Ransom,

Can we get a blooper reel from year 1🥺? I bet there was some good banter 😂

“Mr. Adler, you broke four ribs

whoa he could have made like 4 Eves with those ribs 😬😬

“Black Jack is the most docile horse ever.  He’s always been an old man.

Me: I'm casting Black Jack as the Seabiscuit of this story

Also, the carrot stuff gave me cinnamon bun flashbacks loool. Is it not confusing to cross your wires like that tho? I don't want cross contamination between my Thought Categories lmao. I like to keep everything in my head super compartmentalized. Nothing breaches containment. And if it does, we go into box breathing mode immediately to shut down that area of the brain and minimize damage.

A sweet moment was turning way too hot, and you were still on the back of the horse.

Guys Black Jack isn't Steve maybe he doesn't want to see this 😭😭😭🙈🙈🙈

Bonus expectation/reality reveal of the reference picture I used compared to what I created loool it came out more cow than I wanted but live laugh learn right guys

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 2

Summary:  Frank gets hurts.  You can’t stand Richard and Linda

Pairings:  Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  oral sex (F receiving), language, broken bones, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.2K

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She Truly Was || Muzan Kibustsuji x F!Reader

Summary: Enmu helps Muzan remember you.

SFW // Fluff with small amounts of Angst

Word Count: 4626

WARNINGS: *slight Mugen Train spoilers*, slight mentions of implied sexual activity, obsessive(?) behavior, Muzan is soft for one person only, some angst, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, I also barely proofread this lol

A/N: I've had this in my head for a while and decided to write it down. This is largely just a compilation of scenarios I made in my head to fall asleep at night when I was stressing over exams and stuff, all loosely thrown together with a plot. This is my first time writing for demon slayer, so please be patient! I also am basing a lot of my info about the characters on s1 of the anime, some of the manga, and the wiki. I apologize if something isn't accurate. tldr; I just think he's neat.

~~

Despite having lived through thousands of years with hundreds of stormy nights in the midst, Muzan Kibutsuji never learned to appreciate them.

Something about nights like those in Japan just never sat right with the demon. It wasn't that they were too dreary, not at all. Life as a demon was plenty dreary. On the other hand, it wasn't that they were to lively either. No one ever went out on stormy nights; demon or not. Perhaps it was just because the rain was another reminder of the singularity that was being a demon. The poignant pitter patter just seemed to have a way of whispering to whoever heard it, telling them the most unpleasant yet quiet truths of their lives.

After Muzan's bloody meeting with the lower moons, he had told Enmu his task Muzan had planned for the pitiful, weaker demon. Although he had doubts that Enmu could hear him over the sound of the weaker demon's screams of pain from the blood he gave, Muzan was pleasantly surprised when Enmu understood the orders the first time around. Seeing as though it would cause trouble if the lower moon started to go around bragging about his newfound power and job, Muzan decided it would be best to keep a crimson eye on the demon.

This is what led to the scene before Muzan now.

Muzan had taken Enmu back to one of his many properties scattered across Japan, this one being tucked away in a lush, quiet forest in the middle of seemingly nowhere. The lower moon had not said a word throughout the entire journey there, and still refused to say anything now. Most likely out of fear.

Although it had been a long day of wrangling the lesser worms he called pawns (or "moons" if he was generous), Muzan did not want to show any weakness towards Enmu by resting. To busy himself, Muzan decided to do the tedious work the humans have him do in the job he took to please his human wife.

That insufferable woman.

With his bowler hat placed on his desk, Muzan had taken a seat in his large, leather chair, ordering Enmu to stand at the edge of the desk and face the opposite way. And, for extra edge, he was not to say or do anything.

It had been about two hours since then. The room was filled with only the sounds of Muzan's writing and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Although he ordered it to be that way, Muzan was already sick of it.

Peering his red eyes up from the papers scrawled below him, Muzan fixated his bone-chilling gaze upon the back of Enmu's head. Muzan could see the corners of the lower moon's mouth turned upwards as he faced the wall, presenting himself with an expression of dumb content.

Freak.

Enmu was definately a curious specimen. So eager to die, yet so eager to please Muzan. The demon lord would have been confused if he were not who he was.

Perhaps it was his own boredom setting in, perhaps it was because he wanted to feed his already gargantuan ego, or perhaps it was just because he was tired, Muzan decided to speak up.

"Tell me," Muzan said, his deep, smooth voice making Enmu perk up slightly, "Why is it that are you so loyal to me?"

Enmu took this as an opportunity to finally move, but not without some caution. The lower demon only turned his neck towards Muzan, along with a tilt of his shoulder. Muzan noted the disobedience of orders, but decided to let it slide this time.

The rain must have told him to be generous that night.

"Why, Master Kibustsuji," Enmu said, a faint blush adorning his cheeks, "It is because I am so delighted to be in your presence, and have my power be of service to you."

The demon lord felt his jaw clench at this, his red eyes peering up at the lower moon from under his abyssal lashes. Although Enmu had an... odd, way of putting things, Muzan always did like it when someone stroked his ego, even if all they ever said was the same banter over and over again. He was nearly perfection, afterall.

Muzan sat quietly and pondered Enmu's response for a second, before formulating his own.

"Your power, as you put it," Muzan said, his voice firm, "What is it?"

Enmu's grin widened, "Dream Manipulation, Master. I can enter, manipulate, or control anyone's dreams however I want to. I can use it to kill from the inside, eating a person spirit first and body second. I can also put people to sleep."

Muzan wasn't necessarily impressed by this, but he wasn't disappointed either. An ordinary power, really. Nothing that could ever rival his own.

However...

Muzan's gaze flickered down to the surface of his desk. A flicker of a long lost yet not forgotten feeling bubbled deep inside of his being. A mere spark of light, really, a piece of warmth he felt from long ago, lost to the wayside by the vestiges of time.

It was something Muzan thought he would never experience again.

Dream manipulation, huh?

It might be worth a try.

Muzan looked back up to Enmu, sharpening his gaze, "Tell me, are you able to give... pleasant dreams?"

Enmu was surprised to hear this come from Muzan to say the absolute least. He took this as another opportunity to disobey orders and turn to Muzan again, this time fully and whole-heartedly. The lower moon looked right into those blood red eyes, looking for any sign of a rare flicker of humor or joking.

Muzan's gaze was serious, poised as ever.

Muzan was being for real.

Taking a pause to swallow, Enmu allowed his soft smirk to return to his gray, pale face.

"Why," the lower moon retorted, "I can, Master, yes."

Muzan eyed the lesser demon for a good second at his response.

This move was risky. It could damage his image. Yet, if he was to do this with any of his pawns, he would do it with Enmu. Enmu seemed to have no intent on harming Muzan or his image in any way; he was far too loyal for that.

Besides, if someone were to question the might of Muzan, he could just prove them wrong.

Muzan leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, wrapping them around his knee. His icy gaze still on Enmu, he spoke again.

"I wish to see a pleasant dream."

Muzan nearly rolled his eyes when he saw just how wide Enmu's grin had gotten and just how flushed his face got.

It was repulsive.

But, if it meant what Muzan thought it would mean...

It was worth stomaching.

After a breif moment used to compose himself, Enmu's smile faded to normal again. He pulled up the sleeves to his coat.

"I will give you a dream where you will experience the happiest days of your life over again, Master Kibutsuji," the lower moon stated, "Is this to your liking or would you prefer something else?"

"No," Muzan stated flatly, "That is fine."

Perfect, even.

Enmu smiled widely one last time, holding out his arm and pointing it at the demon lord.

"Sweet dreams, my lord." Was the last thing Muzan heard before falling into a deep, deep sleep.

~~

"Muzan..."

Despite his blood demon art being so much weaker than his, Muzan wasn't quite ready for just how Enmu put him into a dream like that. Muzan's headache had grown ten-fold now, and he could feel that his face was scrunched.

"Muzan..."

Slowly but surely regaining his full consciousness, Muzan could first feel that he was in different clothes than what he had been wearing before. These ones were lighter, softer, and much more airy than his normal suit. Squinting open his crimson eyes, he saw that he was in what appeared to be a long, dark, flowing kimono.

The second thing Muzan could feel was that it was rather cool where he was, and that he appeared to be lying on the ground. Sifting his weight slowly, he could then feel that his head was lain upon what felt like two soft, plush pillows firmly squished together.

The third thing, however, took him a little longer to discern quite that it was. At first, he thought it was a pair of chopsticks running across his scalp over and over again. Upon, further thought, however, Muzan was further snapped back into awareness.

Those were not chopsticks.

Those were fingers.

All too familiar fingers.

"Muzan..!"

Muzan felt a stir deep down inside of him. He recognized this feeling, this touch, this warmth. It had been so, so long since he had felt like this. How long was it again? It had to be an eternity ago. An eternity wrapped within all time time in the world.

Muzan was speechless. Muzan couldn't move. Muzan was struck from deep within, and nothing in the world could ever compare to its blow.

"Muzan!"

Although the calling of the demon's lord name had been going on for some time now, he was just now able to respond.

Tilting his chin upwards towards the voice's source, Muzan nearly fell to bits right then and there. If he was someone else, he would have wept deep, earnest tears at the very sight of the being above him. For everything and nothing surrounded him as he studied the bright, radiant face above him, and nothing else seemed to exist other than that smile.

Other than her.

Her.

Oh, her, her, her.

His beloved. His sun, moon and stars. The ground beneath his feet and the air around him. His joy and love, his woes and sorrow. His fears and excitement. His warmth and his cold.

You.

You were really here.

"I was wondering if you were ever gonna wake up," you said, a faint laugh behind your voice, "You were out for so long!"

This scene was all too familiar to Muzan. He had replayed it in his head countless times, as if it were the only record left in the world.

He knew what this day was, and he knew all of your lines.

How could he ever forget?

Every moment he had ever spent with you had been a blessing.

Right now, his head was cradled in your lap, your soft, delicate fingers combing through his hair oh so gently as he had slept. It was deep into the night, and ordinarily Muzan would not be sleeping at this time. However, your touch was just so relaxing to him.

Everything about you was.

Today, you and him had spent the night wandering through the garden of your home together, chatting about anything and everything. It was only about two months into your relationship with Muzan. Muzan had first come to your home with the intention of eating everyone within the residence, but once he saw your face, watched you, saw your heart, your spirit, your you, he just couldn't.

He just...

couldn't.

You were human, yes.

But Muzan didn't care.

He was in love with you.

Muzan had yet to tell you the truth about him, however.

But that could come later.

"Muzan, are you alright?" He heard your voice echo again, snapping him out of his trance. He saw your face painted with worry, making his own features soften.

His darling angel. If only you knew just how much it pained him to see you with anything other than a smile.

Muzan reached his hand upwards, steadily maneuvering his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear and cup your warm cheek. He was shocked at how real you felt, shocked at just how similar it felt to all those years ago.

Perhaps Muzan had to give Enmu a reward.

The demon lord caressed your cheek gingerly with his cold, calloused thumb, savoring in just how warm your flesh was compared to his. For the first time in what felt like eons, Muzan felt a smile adorn his handsome features. Not one put on just to appease the humans around him, but genuine. The type of smile only you got to see.

Only you.

"I'm more than alright, my darling." He responded, his voice soft and warm, without the normal venom he gives to his subordinates. A voice reserved restrictively for you.

Finally, you let a soft grin come over your heavenly face again, making all seven of Muzan's hearts swell.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," you said, "But it's about to be dawn soon. I don't want you to get a burn, so let's go in the house again, okay?"

Ah yes, the lie Muzan told you. He, of course, couldn't be with you in the sunlight (as much as he wanted to). So he had told you that he had a rare disorder that made him extra prone to sunburns and heatstroke.

Just something to keep you safe from the truth.

His soft smile still adorning his features, Muzan gave you a nod as he slid his head off of your lap. Since you were on your knees, you were quicker to stand than him. Brushing off your kimono quickly, you offered one of your hands to Muzan to help him stand, of which he gladly took. He had long since forgotted just how perfectly your hand fit into his, along with how radiant your kimono made you look.

Once he was back on his feet, Muzan couldn't help but to hold your arms, holding you a few feet away from him to simply admire you for a moment, his crimson eyes doing laps around your face and body.

You were perfect to him.

Every single thing about you was without flaw in his eyes. Not one curve of your body was too shallow or too wide. Not one strand of your hair was misplaced or without poise. Not one feature on your face took away from your radiant beauty. And you had not one bad bone inside of your body.

Muzan was never one to believe in angels.

However, if anyone in any part of the world were to tell him that you were one of them, straight from the heavens themselves,

He would believe them.

~~

As soon as Muzan stepped through the door, his hand in your own, the scene before him changed in one giant, peaceful flash of white light.

Before him now was no longer the house that he had shared with you all those years ago. Now, in its place, was a beautiful, lush springtime garden, all dredged under the cover of the night. It was not devoid of light, however. There were a few lanterns afloat in the water of the stream, as well as some within the structure of the small bridge that went over top of it. Flowers adorned every nook and cranny of the space, and the occasional insect or bird would make a brief appearance.

A small slice of paradise, just for you and Muzan Kibutsuji.

Fearing that you were no longer by his side, Muzan turned his head. His fears were quickly subsided when he saw you there next to him. Your delicate hands were placed on the railing of the bridge, and your eyes were fixated on the calm water below, almost as if it were a window into the heavens above. There was a small smile plastered on your face, and the delicate lights illuminated each of your features so perfectly.

Muzan knew this night.

This was the night he told you the truth.

The truth about him, about his "condition", about where he went for days on end, about why he couldn't walk with you in the sun, about everything.

This was the one night Muzan had ever felt fear.

"Is it really true, Muzan?" You asked, your gaze still fixated on the water below, "Are you really a demon?"

Muzan felt his lips part in small surprise. Even though he had replayed this night time and time again in his mind, it felt as if this were all happening for the first time over again.

Enmu really was good at this.

Muzan wet his lips before responding, setting his gaze on your precious, beautiful face and refusing to move it, "Yes, my love. It is true. I would not lie to you about this, I..."

A pause to collect this thoughts, before he could continue, "I kept it from you to protect you, (Y/N). I did not want any harm to come to you. My darling, I... I love you. My love for you knows no bounds. You are the stars that shine at night, and you are the shining moon above. Each time I look upon you, all I can stand to think of is how deep my love for you runs. I... I need you, (Y/N). I do not wish for you to be frightened of me, my angel. I would never, not ever harm you, nor let any harm come to you."

You still weren't looking at Muzan, yet your smile had yet to falter. Muzan felt a bubble of nervousness in his gut. Although he knew your response to his words already, even thinking of this moment never failed to make his stomach churn. He hoped his words to you were enough. He doubted that he had ever said anything more truthful in his entire life.

After a long pause of silence between the two of you, you closed your eyes and widened your smile. Then, you opened your eyes again, finally turning to face your lover. You looked Muzan right in the eyes, seemingly unfazed that you were standing so dangerously close to the most powerful being alive.

You were so brave.

Your heart was so big.

Muzan felt so overwhelmed.

"Muzan," you said, your cheeks dusting a light pink.

What you said next to him, Muzan could never get out of his head, never forget. No matter how much he tried, he would never not ever forget your words in that moment.

Within that one short, simple phrase, the king of demons fell in love all over again.

"I've always known."

~~

Another flash within his crimson eyes, and the scene had changed again. Nighttime again, of course, but this time within the confines of the bedroom you and Muzan shared. Both you and Muzan were nude, sans the blanket that covered the lower half of your forms. Muzan was on his back, one strong arm wrapped around you, the other cradling the back of his head. Your legs were intertwined with his, and your hair and hands were sprawled out on top of his lean, muscular chest.

Muzan knew this night as well.

It was his most loved night with you, but also his most dreaded.

How cruel fate was.

Stroking your back with the tips of his fingers, Muzan stared up at the ceiling above the two of you. Your body was flush against his, and as warm as ever. He wondered to himself if he was making you cold. If he was, you didn't seem to mind.

After a long period of savoring the silence between you and him, you softly snorted out a cute, soft giggle. This made Muzan angle his chin downward to look at the top of your head.

"What is it?" He questioned.

You giggled again, tilting your head up to look at him. Smiling, you turned your body to lay on top of the demon king, your breasts smushing against his own. Instinctively, Muzan laid his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles into them as he held you in place.

"I just find it funny that even though you profess to have so much stamina, you get tired after only two rounds." You explained to him, a playful mischievousness in your tone and eyes.

Muzan breathed out a smile, reaching up a clawed hand to brush your hair out of your face.

"As I recall it, you were the one complaining it was too much." He quipped back.

You snorted, "As if that ever stopped you before."

The demon let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead. Muzan couldn't remember ever laughing so genuinely before you came along. You truly were the light of his life. You filled his days with the sunlight he had long since forgotten, as well with the warmth no other demon could ever have.

He loved you.

He loved you he loved you he loved you.

And he still did.

He watched as you dropped your gaze to his chest, running your fingers along the flesh.

"Muzan..." you said, your voice more serious than before, "I've been thinking a lot lately..."

The demon king hummed, brushing more hair from your face.

"What has been on your mind, my love?" He asked.

You paused for a second before continuing on. Muzan could practically see the gears turning in your head.

"Well, I... I'm not getting any younger, you know, and I've been thinking. I... I really love you, Muzan. You're the only person I can imagine myself being with for the rest of my life. The other day, I was in town, and I saw the cutest family ever with a husband and a wife and two adorable little children, and it made me think..."

You looked up at him again, giving him a soft smile.

"What if we were to have a family of our own?"

Muzan could feel the same sense of joy, love, and pride in his chest as he did this same moment all those years ago. In this moment, he had never felt closer to you before, nor could you recall ever looking more beautiful.

He wanted nothing more than to be a family with you for the rest of eternity.

"Darling, you know what that would mean, correct?" He questioned you. He had told you long before that demons could only have offspring with other demons, for a demon baby would eat its human mother from the inside and kill her. It was gruesome, and had originally made you cringe at the thought. Muzan had thought your reaction was quite cute.

"Yes, yes, I know," you answered, "and I'd be ready for it. Even if I'm a demon, and even if I can never go out in the sun again or live normally ever again, I'd be happy knowing I got to be with you and our baby for the rest of time."

Muzan gave you a smile in return, his long, white fangs flashing in the light of the night. Leaning forward, he kissed you upon your soft, warms lips, gently pulling you closer to him.

This was one of the thousands of reasons why he loved you.

You were always so sweet, so kind and optimistic. He would admit, he did have a soft spot for you and you alone. But he didn't care. You were worth it. You were worth every single piece of money on planet earth. You were worth the sun the moon and the stars, and all the planets here and beyond. You were worth any injury, any heartache, and any trial or tribulation in the world.

The king of the demons unquestionably, unfathomably, undeniably, adored you.

Pulling gently away from the kiss, Muzan looked deep into your eyes, right past your pupils and looked right into your soul, your very being.

"I would want nothing more, my sunlight."

If Muzan could turn back the hands of time, he would have kept you here with him for the rest of everything and beyond.

For he did not know then that was the last kiss you and him would share.

~~

Another flash, and Muzan was no longer greeted with a visage of the past. Much to his dismay, the demon was now greeted with the sight of his office, with a smiling Enmu creepily watching him from across his desk.

What a fucking freakshow.

Taking in a breath of air through his nose, Muzan sat up tall in his chair again, rubbing the bridge of his nose with this thumb and pointer finger.

You were gone again. You were again nothing up a memory, a whisper of a time from the past.

Muzan could hardly bare it.

He had felt you, held you near him.

And just as fast as you came back, you were gone again.

This was a pain almost too hard to bear.

How long was he asleep for? Muzan really didn't care how long it was.

No amount of time with you was enough.

"Did you have the pleasant dream you wished for, Master?" Enmu asked the demon king. The lesser moon was lucky Muzan was in a somewhat good mood that day.

"Yes." Muzan replied simply, closing his eyes to rub them with his thumb, "Excellent work."

Enmu's smile widened at this, his cheeks turning pink again.

"Why, thank you, Master." He responded, his excitement prevalent in his voice.

Enmu really was a special one.

After composing himself again, Muzan scooted his chair forward up to his desk, fixing his gaze back onto his work sprawled out below.

Muzan just wanted to be alone again after that. He had been alone for years now, but he wanted Enmu out of the room. Although he could have easily ordered it to be so, he again did not want to show any weakness to the lower moon.

Christ on a bike. Muzan was so fucking stubborn.

He remembered all the times you nagged him for it.

Oh, what he would give to have you nag him one last time.

After a long bout of silence, the lesser demon decided to speak up again. He turned his head over his shoulder again to Muzan, trying to sound as naieve and innocent as possible.

"Master," Enmu said, "Where is she now?"

Muzan stopped his movements and glared up at Enmu with a venomous glare. How dare he even refer to you. You were so far above him, how dare Enmu even think to invoke your name.

Though Muzan wanted to kill the other demon right on the spot, he decided against it. He still wanted to see how Enmu would do on his mission. Also, Muzan had to admit that he did feel lighter and more generous after his dream with you. And he supposed it was fair that Enmu had his questions.

Feeling nice, Muzan decided to entertain Enmu's question.

Shifting his gaze back to the papers below, Muzan replied.

"Gone." he said, "The night she asked about a family was the last night I saw her alive. The next day, a group of slayers found her and our house. They knew who she was and that she was human, but killed her anyway. All in attempt to get to me. I found her in a pool of her own blood, limp and cold. The slayers died that same night."

Enmu's smile faded at this, his face taking on a look of shock. Closing his lips into a tight line, Enmu looked away, out of a quiet unconscious respect. Everything made so much more sense to Enmu now. Why the demon king was the way he was, his hatred for slayers, his cold-hearted, murderous nature.

It all clicked into place.

"I... I am sorry for your loss, Master." He said, his voice quieter than normal, "She seemed like a lovely woman."

Muzan peered up at the back of Enmu's head. Through his thick, black lashes.

"Yes..." Muzan said.

"She truly was."

[shimenchus]

...I haven't seen a single toku blog receive any ask about a thea someone? And I follow quite a lot. So unless you're hanging out in some really weird circle of it... (after all, due to various reasons, toku tumblr is more like a bunch of bubbles instead of one monolith.)

What I HAVE seen are a lot of them still reblogging satoryuga's gifsets with positive tags, even to this day. From what I understand, most of them are pretty sure that she isn't a terf, and are against the re-uploader. However, they're not sure who is behind it. And judging by how this re-uploader has the means to doxx extremely personal info of random Tumblr users and create loads of sockpuppets, anything is possible. (For all we know, that person could be the re-uploader, or it could be some distraction to hide the real re-uploader's identity.)

This is also why--out of the fans I've spoken to--they've been trying to deal with the situation quietly (reporting hate comments, leaving supportive DMs to satoryuga, etc). We've already seen from the re-uploader's 2nd blog post (where they @ 'd a few people that were against the re-uploader for different reasons) that they're willing to threaten others too. If anything, I think the more accurate thing to do is ask why they would @ those users in particular (since by @ -ing them, they're turning those bloggers into targets). Clearly the re-uploader sees those people as either threats or easy targets to have beef with.

i'm not hanging out in any weird circles i promise you, everyone i follow in the fandom are just other girls who like sentai. yesterday i saw quite a few people getting told to "block and dni" with thea-nymo which is the real account of the reuploader if you didn't know that, there were even people outside of the fandom getting asks which makes no sense because people who don't know what sentai is definitely wouldn't know who satoryuga is lol

i get the fear around the doxxing, i don't think anybody should be forced to do anything they're uncomfortable with and if there's people in the fandom who aren't liking or making shady posts about satoryuga and have privately reached out to her because that's what they're comfortable with then that's great, more power to them.

i mean, i never in my life got so many grown adults telling me to get graphically and violently raped and murdered until i called them out on harassing satoryuga, i know most people would not have the stomach for that kind of stuff so i fully understand the ones who don't want to openly say anything.

but the ones who are leaning into the "i'm not looking at any evidence because someone told me satoryuga = bad = she should get raped and murdered because i can't think for myself" crowd can find a tall tree to get caught up in.

and most of the people that got @ by the reuploader weren't people who against him, it was people he was against lol considering neckspike got @ and that loser was the first person starting the "this is a hoax none of this is real it's a psychop" stuff against satoryuga.

i think stacaesar and diamondsketches are the only people who got @ that the reuploader was purposely trying to draw attention to, to get the cult to attack them too, because much like satoryuga, neither of them did anything wrong.

neckspike and whatever that artist's name was (they blocked me after calling me a crackhead so i don't remember lmao) are super anti-satoryuga and couldn't make a single argument against her/against the people supporting her without resorting to racism and misogyny, so if anybody sent those two even 1 threat... well, babygirl that's on them lol

thanks for the nice message though, i wasn't expecting someone else from the fandom to see it and give a response like this that wasn't another rape threat/"slit your wrists terf" type message.

[pure-a-tea]

thank you for all the questions!!! where do you get your inspiration from for your mobile themes, what’s your current favorite song and what would you say your aesthetic is?! 💕💕💕

omg- happily, sweetie!! and thank you for asking me back, i genuinely appreciate that <3 anyways, here are my long, boring-ass answers, lol. you don't have to read this, but i enjoyed writing this for you xx

re: "where do you get your inspiration for your mobile themes?"

i assume you're asking about my tumblr theme on mobile? 'cause if you do, i don't really get a specific inspiration. it's basically my preference for aesthetics. i will, however, explain more about it if you're interested, lol.

. colour theme: i went with a light blue colour (#7b8590) because i personally prefer desaturated colours; pastel-like. not really sure how to describe them, but basically faded colours that aren't too saturated or bright. i just feel like lighter colours are easier on the eyes.

. header: i found the stars and moon gif when i was scrolling through tumblr and i liked it so i thought i'd be nice to use a header with some dynamics to it. when i found that it fit the header size, i thought it looked better when it didn't stretch to fill it, and i actually thought it looked better when it gets a nice border with that setting.

. profile picture: i thought my profile picture was distracting and it was bothering me, so i disabled it. however, i was still looking for something because i noticed that my profile pic constantly shows up on different occasions. so, i chose that picture specifically because it wasn't too strong or distracting -- it gives my profile a nice, softer look. i also chose one with a subject that is close to my heart so it'd be more personal. like a personal blog, yk? and i really love cats, haha.

. bio: i just wrote some general info about myself, not wanting to overshare but still add something about myself. so i wrote my name with pronouns, age, sexuality, and my two fav people out of all of my fandoms. i thought it looked more spacious when i add space between each word and character (for ex. "( she / her )"). there isn't an option on tumblr to add a new line so i divided each subject with a "|".

re: "what's your current favourite song?"

i always find that question hard to answer because i have so many songs that i love, and i can never choose just one, lmao. if you don't mind, though, i will write my current top 5 favourite songs:

i. phantogram - black out days it's been in my top 5 songs on spotify for three years in a row, apparently!!

ii. billie eilish - happier than ever honestly i have so many favourite songs by her, but this one is probably the one i listen to the most. also, she was my top artist on spotify for 2 or 3 years in a row. unintentionally.

iii. the front bottoms - twin size mattress this song can just randomly pop into my head for no reason. and i love it!

iv. mitski - nobody lowkey can listen to this song on repeat and never get tired of hearing it!! and i love mitski!!

v. steve lacy - dark red i relate to the words a bit too much and i've been listening to this over and over ever since my recent breakup.

bonus: billie eilish - nda // arctic monkeys - 505 because they're both one of my fav artists and i've been obsessed with the parts that editors use on tiktok/insta edits.

re: "what would you say your favourite aesthetic is?"

that's such a tough one! because i don't have just one aesthetic, and it usually changed with my moods. for example, many people would probably say that my aesthetic is somewhere in the softcore or naturecore or even fairycore, and that is accurate on some days, but sometimes my aesthetics could be like grunge or vintage or darkcore... sometimes, i even have a dark academia or royaltycore.

funnily enough, my aesthetics could also come in colours! for example, i could suddenly have an aesthetic for everything blue (dark and light separately), yellow (because i have a hufflepuff heart), green (sometimes the nature green, but sometimes the evil/slytherin green). i also always have a place in my heart for purple, and in autumn i have a very strong red/orange aesthetic. one time i got a short pink aesthetic, lol.

ANYWAYS- this is it!! sorry that it's so long and i'm even more sorry that it might be boring, hehe... i really appreciate that you asked, it really warmed my heart <3

hope you have/you've had an amazing day xx

[fairytalelover33]

Hii ! Finally , I'm here to get shipped ! It can be twilight or MCU , whichever is easy for you !!

My description !

My looks ...

I am 5'4 (I'm still growing lol) , black hair , cute face (innocent too) I have deep intense black eyes (they stand out the most in my face)

My likes ...

I actually am very curious (hella) , so I know atleast the basic things about the topics I'm interested in . I usually dig in deep . I like literature , language and math (also science) . I also like babies a lot ! They're so cute ! I also like reading (not a lot ) , writing . I like doing cool stuff like swordfighting/ archery . In Harry Potter , my favourite class was flying because they give a thrill and excitement ! I also like talking (once I'm comfortable) . I also like acting and playing instrument . I'm actually quite talented lol . I like being pampered lol . Honesty , bravery .

My dislikes ...

I actually don't like over-sensitive people , fake people and dishonesty , lies (I hate this one) . I also hate being controlled or told what to do. I m sensitive to critisism from my loved ones. I also don't like to open up (with my emotions) lol and I don't like it when someone asks to many personal questions .

My personality ...

here comes the bulky description lol . I'm actually quite Sarcastic , curious , funny , talkative , I may prank(these are not at all harmful) , brave , creative ,smart(kinda cunning too) , sweet and cute (that's what others say *cue my eyes rolling*) . I don't back down from a challenge or dare , even if it's very reckless . I have a habit of keeping my personality hidden (I show some parts to some people , other parts to others , According to what I felt towards them) . I am actually an element of surprise to many people . I am emotional(I have intense emotions) but I hide it pretty well when I'm hurt . I don't like sharing my emotions and it is quite tough for me to . I feel like running away and crying my heart out sometimes . I am actually empathetic , but I don't sugarcoat the truth , I'll be honest if you ask me to be . I am very kind and loving ( the other loving) . As much as I'm an extrovert , I value my alone time . My love languages is physical touch and acts of service . I crave physical touch and I also like deep relationships with fun . People like me a lot because I look quite innocent (sometimes I am too) , but usually I'm not that innocent lol. I cna actually get irritated sometimes , I m very private so my friends feel I don't trust them/open up but I actually become very awkward when trying to open up and I actually don't like it . I also get awkward when I try to reply to compliment . I can get very controlling sometimes and I'm actually possesive so I get jealous if you spend a lot time with something or someone rather than me. I also like if you respect me ! My favourite trope is bestfriend to lovers Or fake relationship (I love the latter)!

I have a habit of thinking too low of myself , my self-confidence isn't much but I'm working on it hehe . I also tend to overthink , but I try not to . I push my emotions away until it's too much and I burst (I also apologize after that) . I am patient but if I'm not , then the other one is stupid.

Just in case this helps !

I'm shipped with Harry Potter , James Potter , Edmund Pevensie , Thomas (from Maze runner) Boromir (LOTR)

I am really sorry for so much info but I couldn't help myself :(

Also , you have to answer this after you're sure that you're done taking proper rest and break . Please take as much time as you want ! Even months , I don't mind ! Take care !

Hello my friend! No need to apologize, the information helped make the matchup accurate! I’m so happy to do a matchup for you!

For Twilight, I ship you with: Emmett Cullen!

•Emmett is very lighthearted, so he doesn’t like it when people are too sensitive. He loves that you can take his sarcasm and jokes in stride, even throwing some back at him

•If you ever have an emotional outburst in front of or at him, he’ll be slightly shocked. However after a mere second of spotting a tear, Emmett will pull you into his arms and let you cry it out

•His love language is physical touch. He always seems to have an arm around your waist, a leg pressed against yours, or some physical contact

•To add on to that, he absolutely hates being away from you. You are the only thing that keeps away the inescapable truth of being frozen, never changing, forever alone

•Sometimes when you spend time around babies, Emmett will just watch you interact with them. All children seem to love you. Your natural motherly instinct shines through, and he can’t take his eyes off of his sweet girl. It breaks his heart into a million pieces when he thinks about the fact that he would never be able to have children with you without risking your life. He just hopes that he will be enough for you.

For the MCU, I ship you with: Thor!

•The God of Thunder will spoil you to the ends of the Earth. In fact, he’s never satisfied when searching for a gift for you. Nothing is worthy of you. This man could literally be staring at the infinity gauntlet and he would say:

• “Not nearly good enough. Next!”

•The Avengers refer to the both of you as the dynamite duo, because if they leave you in a room together alone, it might be found to have set on fire upon their return. Thor adores how you will set out on reckless adventures with him

•He can’t understand how someone so beautiful, so kind, smart, amazing, funny, friendly, and brave could doubt their worth. You outshine everything in his life, and he will do whatever it takes to prove to you how valuable you are

•You both started out as very close friends. He didn’t feel anything romantic for you, until he realized he had started noticing little things about you that he hadn’t before. How your hair shines like black silk in the sun. How you suddenly become bubbly and talkative when getting comfortable around new people. How your eyes seem to be filled with mysteries. He suddenly realized that he wanted to solve those mysteries, know everything about you. And on one fateful summer day, he vowed to himself to make you his before the last leaf of autumn fell.

I hope you like this my friend, and feel free to request more! Have an amazing day! ❤️❤️❤️

-J

[valkerymillenia]

Umbrella Academy

season 2, episode 8

Once again- live blogging my thoughts and reactions in one post to avoid spamming.

So this is how the FBI gets their hands on Vanya, huh? Seems most fan theories were wrong.

Oh, Sissy's last name is Cooper!

I did wonder about that -how did remember her name despite forgetting everything else? If she knew her name then she should have been able to remember other little fragments.

Of course the feds focus on the fact that her name is Russian. Cold war bullshit. I guess they think she's a spy or since Russian sleeper soldier or something.

"I'm not Russian" -you kinda are though 😅 Tatiana was Russian and gave birth to you in Moscow sooo...

DID VANYA JUST SPEAK RUSSIAN?!

Is that one of the 7 languages that Reggie all the siblings or....? Does it... Does it have something to do with her powers or her birth place?

"simple-minded boy"? FUCK YOU.😠

"communist threat" there it is 🙄

Oh no, she's losing her cool. Here come the powers... I keep wondering how she does that 'sucking the life' out of someone thing. 🤔

That's a lot of puke.

Poor Five, he's starting to crack under the stress.

Why is Ben gagging? He's dead, he shouldn't be able to feel or smell the puke.

Loving Robert's real curls starting to show.

"I regret nothing" -hmm.... Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

"there's a giant dead white boy on my couch" 😆

"Oh, I see. It's gonna be one of those kind of nights, huh? So are we burning or burying?" -this is why I love Klaus! He doesn't even flinch, he doesn't care what happened, he doesn't ask, he just immediately decides that he's going to help his sister get rid of a dead body like it's the most natural thing in the world.

Although, it would be interesting if Klaus actual saw the Swede ghosts too. I just want Klaus to be seeing ghosts everywhere again, ok? I want that struggle from season 1 to be brought back and not swept under the rug for plot convenience. As a writer, if you make something an important character trait, you stick with it and they haven't done that with Klaus, they are half-assing his struggle with his powers.

It's the Swede really going to...? Oh good, saved by the cat.

Oh! So that's what "lavender" means! I was right, it was the perfume, it was probably obvious but I'm a little dumb.

Ah! Lila is trying to hire Diego for the Commission???

Diego is so confused.

"colorful history" sounds so wrong and sexual 😣

Diego is so full of bullshit. His loyalties absolutely lie with his family, he's just too defensive to admit it.

Reginald FRAMED Pogo's family drawing? So he's a better dad to the chimp than his own kids, huh?

THE TELEVATOR!!!!!!! PLANS FOR THE TELEVATOR!!!! I love comic references, please tell me we'll see a real televator in the show!

So Reggie really is planning something about JFK...

"are you involved in something nefarious?" "Quite often. Did you have something more specific in mind?" -at least he owns it 😆

"shaggy man" -ah! Poor Diego!

Reggie really loves this Grace, huh? But she has a point.

Five is losing it a bit, huh?

The baby powder 🤣

"I have to find myself" -RIGHT! I was wondering when this would come up! Old!Five was there for the JFK thing so Five just has to find his old self and his briefcase in order to correct all this mess. More comic references!

"arguably the most dangerous assassin in the time-space continuum" -DAMN RIGHT 💯

"paradox psychosis" 🤣I know it's supposed to be super serious but the symptoms are so funny...

"a spotter? What is that? Like a wingman?" 😆 This parallels that "Body man? What's that? Like a masseuse?" line in s02e02 where Five is the confused one.

Five, do you really think your brother can stop you if you spiral? Because I don't.

Luther doesn't have a great attention span, does he?

Harlan's drawing is interesting... I get a feeling it's important.

Shit, they are torturing Vanya!! This is so bad!

LSD? LSD?????? No, that's a terrible idea with her powers!!!

Eeeewwwww the eyeballs! 👁️

That's a hell of a bad trip... The way the music makes with the visuals reminds me of my synesthesia though.

Oh! So this is where the scene of all the adult siblings in the Academy uniforms is from!!! (I remember someone saying it was Diego dreaming of having a drugged hallucination in the asylum, they were pretty close! It's Vanya drugged by the FBI instead!)

"I get you" -that is not the face of a person that gets this at all, Luther!

"Don't freak out." -like that ever worked 😆

Lila trying to have her cake and eat it too with her mom and Diego.

That informational video 🤣🤣🤣

Free coffee! Weekly donuts* (*fees apply)! Wow, so tempting 😒

"whatever your skill, education, or comfort level with moral ambiguity (...)" 😆

Are the Fives just having a staring contest? 🤣🤣

Ah! How can Five be bitchy and aggressive to HIMSELF 😆

"all those years on the apocalypse, we never stopped working about our family." -why does Luther look so damn surprised to hear this?? Why the hell does he think Five is doing so this for?!

Wow, Five is really bitter about his body, isn't he? He's making old!Five so nervous 😅

Oops, there's stage 4 for old!Five!

And there's stage 3 as well and stages 5 and 6 for little!Five.

I get a feeling Five doesn't really have the accurate calculations, he's just lying and using the originals.

"I don't trust him!" -he's... He's you...14 days ago! How do you not trust yourself?

"but he's you" "exactly" 🤣🤣🤣

I'm so afraid how what Diego is going to do. I get a feeling hell fuck up trying to be a misguided hero again...

"I'm Diego. I have a knife." 😆

"it's very shiny" 🤣

So Diego is a legend, huh? 😏

"there's been a coup d'etat" "what's that? Cadillac?" -don't play dumb, Diego, I don't believe for a single second that you don't know what a coup is.

So the new apocalypse WAS Vanya's fault but by proxy (actually more the FBI's fault), she was just a small domino. So literally the only one that didn't actively do anything to impact the timeline ends up being the one doing the most damage (again)? PLOT TWIST!

Oh no, DON'T GET ANY IDEAS ABOUT YOUR SISTER, DIEGO! YOU SAW HOW BADLY THAT ENDED LAST TIME!

No, I refuse to believe "she will always be the bomb" 😠😠😠😠

LOL, hi, Dot!

NO! LUTHER, YOU MORON! DON'T GIVE HIM ALL THAT INFO! YOU'LL CHANGE EVERYTHING AND CEASE TO EXIST!!!

These dumb siblings exhaust me

"little jerk-off" -why are you insulting yourself, you weirdo? 😆

Old!Five with all the PP symptoms and yet he says he never felt better in his life 🤣

"you're getting paranoid" -you both are, and sweaty, itchy and gassy. All that's missing is the homicidal rage at this point 😅

Vanya's hallucination shows us a twisted paranoid view she has of her siblings and it's very interesting:

-Ben is protective, defends her, he can do no harm, probably because he died young so nostalgia blurs her memory of him

-Allison defends her but is also arrogant and condescending, speaking as if she's implying that Vanya is weak, probably because Vanya feels that Allison is perfect and has an inferiority complex

-Luther is just as arrogant and looks down her, calling her lazy, but does so without malice (more mockery than anger)

-Klaus is accusing and suspicious but still on the fence and excitable, probably reflecting Vanya's own doubts and how she herself sees Klaus

-Five just stares, judging and silent but unable to look away, probably because she trusts him but she also doesn't know him, there's the same nostalgia effect as Ben but because Five came back (to stop her) the inferiority and fear of judgement is still there

-Diego is completely different, awkward and detached, this one is the most interesting because he's one of the people that was most vocal and mean against her in season 1 but apparently she sees a kindred spirit in him to an extent, either that or she fears she means nothing to him

Maybe I'm overanalyzing again...

I totally predicted the dishes would be brains but it's still gross.

Ew, the chewing... 😫 It's giving me the creeps.

Why is she seeing Harlan's drawing? She was gone already when he made that particular drawing (I knew it would be important), is she connected to him now??

And how does she remember her own birth??

Holy shit, Harlan is feeling Vanya's pain!!!😲😲😲

"why are people so much heavier when they're dead?" "You got a lot of practice at this?" 😅

Ben and Klaus conversation actually makes me feel a bit better about the possession but it makes no sense at all 🤣

Poor Ray keeps meeting in-laws in the weirdest situations 🤣🤣🤣🤣 his face! 🤝

Ray is having a nervous breakdown 😣 poor guy...

The moment Lila notices Diego is missing, the intercom chimes "Loyalty isn't a choice, it's a lifestyle" and if that isn't foreshadowing for Lila choosing sides then I don't know what is.

This is a really painful way for Vanya to recover her memories but it's so well done!

Holy shit... 😳

Klaus asking the real question here. She's being tortured, Klaus, go help!!!

HOLY SHIT! HARLAN HAS VANYA'S POWERS NOW?!

No, no, no,no, no, no nononononono! This is so bad! A child with a disorder that makes emotions hard to regulate suddenly having an apocalyptic level of power that connects directly to emotion is just a recipe for disaster!

[itspileofgoodthings]

Hungry Hearts is not really that intense! I wouldn't call it a thriller, it's a psychological drama. There's definately tension, but it's of a tragic, not mystery-action-crime kind, For me it was hard to sit through just because of the emotional weight of the issues discussed, and there was one (or two?) sex scene to skip through, (plus ngl, seeing Adam going through hard stuff isn't exactly pleasant, if you know what I mean), but all in all I think it's an interesting film, worth giving a shot.

(cont.) I’m not trying to convince you to watch it, I’m not even sure what to think of it myself (like, it’s not the greatest thing ever, but it’s so well acted and different, idk). Maybe it’d still be upsetting for you, what do I know. I just wanted to give you some info so that you may have a fairer chance to make the decision, as I think your impression isn’t quite accurate. So I thought I’d just drop a word into your askbox, no need to reply, just some food for thought maybe..? Lots of love! …Although, well, it definitely will upset your ovaries because ADAM IS A FATHER TO THE CUTEST BABY. So maybe you’re right to avoid it either way. lol Ok ok that was the last one shutting up now sorry k bye!

This is so cute and made me smile!! I appreciate your input and hearing your point of view! I think it’d probably still be too much for me? But if I ever change my mind you’ll be first to know!!

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If torture isn't a good way to get info out of a person (so you say in many posts I've seen), how do you get info from a person? Especially if double agent-ing (new verb there lol) isn't an option?

Good verb. I approve ofthis new verb.

 I think the first thingyou have to accept is that interrogations generallyare pretty much the worst way of getting information. Things like phonetapping, reading letters or emails, following suspects constantly and examiningphysical forensic evidence are muchbetter ways of gaining accurate information.

 This is partly becausehuman memory isn’t particularly accurate and partly because humans makeexcellent liars and rubbish lie detectors.

 I’m not saying youshould give up on the possibility of a successful interrogation. But keep inmind that if your characters have managed to capture someone there’s probablysome forensic evidence they could be examining as well. Computers, phones, thecontents of their pockets-

 Don’t forget thatthings like receipts, tickets and passports have quite long histories. Ifthere’s a chance your characters could get useful information from theprisoner’s jacket pocket then use that aswell. And cross reference the information from interrogation with the physical evidence.

 On to conducting a successful interrogation.

 1)     Makesure the interrogator and prisoner speak a common language.It sounds obvious but a surprising number of real organisations have ignoredthis little trifling detail.

2)     Veryfew people refuse to say anything. The interrogatorshould be able to draw the prisoner into conversation and turn the conversationto the subject they’re interested in quite easily. Even if the prisoner refuses to tell them anything useful they’ll likely still talk about something.

3)     Getthe prisoner to tell their story backwards. This is a veryuseful technique. It makes it much easier to spot inconsistencies in a story.It doesn’t necessarily indicatewhether a person is lying but it makes it much harder for a person to lieconsistently.

4)     Keepthe prisoner isolated from their allies, but not alone. This stops them from having the chanceto confer and make up a collective story without putting them in solitaryconfinement (which might affect their memory). The prisoner might also bewilling to share information with ‘ordinary criminals’ that they wouldn’t sharewith guards or interrogators, and those ordinary criminals might be bribed intopassing that information on.

5)     Tryto build up a friendly rapport with the prisoner and demonstrate common ground.People are much more talkative when they see someone as afriendly, sympathetic ear. Pretending to have sympathy with the prisoner, theircause and ideals makes it much morelikely that they’ll share something. Talking about the prisoner’s religionwith respect and their politics as if it’s ‘common sense’ (however awful itactual is) will make someone much more likely to open up.

6)     Theinterrogator should try to give the impression of an ordinary person ‘just doingtheir job’. This overlaps with pretending to sympathise with theprisoner’s views. Distancing themselves from an organisation and presentingthemselves as a ‘normal’ person with much in common with the prisonerencourages them to share information.

7)     Conversationsshould be recorded as accurately as possible by a third party who isn’tvisible. This allows everything the prisoner says to be crossreferenced and analysed later, which will help the other characters spotinconsistencies in the prisoner’s story, or details the prisoner might not havemeant to give away.

8)     Pretendto know more than they do. Interrogators who are able to makeit look as if they already know thewhole story and the interview is just a formality are more likely to getinformation. Because if the prisoner thinks they already know everything then confirming the details is not abetrayal. (How easy this is depends on your plot)

9)     Ifpossible pretend another prisoner has already told them everything.Obviously this is only really possible if more than one person is captured andif the information is known to more than one person.

10)  Remember that interrogation takestime. No way of gathering accurate information is quick. Theprisoner would probably need to be interrogated several times over a day ormore. Countdowns of a few hours are not realistic.

 These tactics aren’tguaranteed to work, and as I’ve stressed interrogations are not great sourcesof information.

 But they’re dramaticand a mainstay of fiction for a reason. Hopefully you’ve now got more of anidea how to write one in a realistic way.

 Good luck with yourstory :)

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