#and that a young girl is being demonized for having a reasonable reaction to a man treating her poorly

[jammatown919]

Oh I am NOT seeing people call Jentry shallow for rejecting a guy who

Is actively a grown ass man while she is 16 (he is centuries old!!)

Stalked her! For a while!

Kissed a 16 year old child while lying about his age; she was not aware that he is an adult. She literally calls him out for being centuries old at a later point.

Has been deceiving her and plotting to kill her. Him changing his mind mid-mission does not remove her right to be upset and scared by this.

Steamrolled over her wishes and rejected another guy on her behalf.

Impersonated her telling her family that she likes him when she does not.

Became dangerously obsessive and borderline violent after rejection, yelling at her and making attempts to physically intimidate her when he doesn't get his way, further proving that she was right to reject him in the first place.

Like yeah, he seemed appealing for a little while, but as we learn more about him, his toxic tendencies (and his age!! he is too old to be feeling this way about a teenager!!) become extremely obvious. His personal struggles absolutely do not justify the way he treats her, and him dying for her in the end does not mean he would've made a good partner for her. The way he acts post-rejection proves to me that he would have been an abusive partner. He treats her badly when she doesn't go with what he wants. That's all I need to see.

Also, HE IS A GROWN ASS MAN and that alone makes him a creep. She is actively uncomfortable with his age. She calls it out.

Calling Jentry shallow for rejecting him is calling a child shallow for rejecting an adult who stalks, harasses, and threatens her. You can like Kit as a character without pretending he's good to her.

[sugar-grigri]

The ambivalence of life: the massage metaphor 

I'm going to get straight to the point: Denji is perfectly right to want to suffer - it's precisely what he lacked in his 'normal' life.

To understand this, let's go back to the chapter.

Introducing Denji as a CSM wannabe right at the start of the chapter isn't as insignificant as you might think, because this chapter helps to differentiate between CSM and a CSM wannabe.

After all, Denji could very well be one, and chapter 150 makes it clear that the protagonist's dream is to be a CSM, so he literally wants... to be a CSM.

But in order to become CSM himself, we have to understand what CSM is. And that's precisely where the difference lies between a CSM wannabe and Denji as CSM.

Part 2 has repeatedly shown that 'CSM' has become a marketing product, an idol for young people, a source of detestation for others, like express usurpers who have taken to the stage. In short, CSM's identity began to become more diffuse, questioned to the point where it seemed to escape Denji. So what is CSM? 

Well, let me ask you this: what's the first thing you think of when I mention CSM?

Most fans will cite the most traumatic and tragic chapters, shuddering at the mere mention of volume 9. There's your answer: suffering is the secret of CSM's identity. 

But let's move away from this more meta side, and get back to the chapter. 

I know that Nayuta being pushed aside and put in her place stung some people's hearts and it hurt me too! But Denji is right to push her away, cruel as that may seem. Because the complexity of Denji and Nayuta's relationship also lies in the fact that their relationship can have several negative sides.

Firstly, Nayuta is and remains the demon of control, a demon who can't help but have a hold, even over those she loves. And she has done this with Denji on one occasion: when she forbids him to see Asa again.

She forbids it out of a desire to protect him, fearing that Denji will be taken in by yet another girl. This reaction depresses Denji, but he regains hope by acting as CSM, motivated by Nayuta herself because CSM is admired and loved by people. The first instinct at this stage would be to think that this is a bit contradictory: why push Nayuta away when she's the first to admire and encourage CSM? 

Because she hasn't grasped what CSM is all about either. I'll expand on that later, but for now, keep in mind that suffering is intrinsic to CSM. Even when she prevented Denji from continuing his story with Asa, she was preventing Denji from suffering, in itself, from experimenting. The same experience can be just as beneficial as it can be negative, and it's part of the game of life not to know the outcome of a relationship, otherwise you wouldn't go with others.

And that's what Nayuta has done, the demon of control has a happiness that's enough to be two, it's a demon that risks being alone so much that a single loved one is enough to make her happy. But that's Nayuta's idea, not Denji's. 

I'll come back to this a bit more, but for the moment I'm still going to follow the chapter. Denji almost comes to thank Barem and the others for burning down his house and his pets, but he's also aware that morality is being undermined and even talks to Pochita about it. And that's fascinating. 

Even though it may seem horrible, the loss of his animal family allows Denji to realise that he needs this suffering in his life, for many reasons. If Kishibe judged Denji as a man made to kill demons, it's because suffering makes him gloat, because it's the most intense experience he's had in his life.

Transforming himself into a CSM is a way for Denji to confront suffering; he has even internalised it since he was a child, making his body suffer to pay off his debts.

CSM is a creature made for suffering. When Aki became possessed by the Gun Devil, CSM was the culmination of Denji's suffering, his demonic form killing his brother. Just as Denji transformed into Pochita was saved by a dying Power.

The foundations of Denji, Aki and Power only consolidated Denji's relationship with suffering. This double facet, between love and suffering through grief. Pochita is another example, because becoming CSM was followed by an experience of mourning, the loss of Pochita who had merged with him. 

Suffering is as intrinsic to all species as are death and love because suffering is the result of both, the love we have for others is the cause of our suffering when they die.

CSM is this universality, with Pochita sacrificing himself to prevent Denji from dying, suffering every time the cable is pulled. And instead of fighting it, CSM uses it as the engine of his chainsaws. When Nayuta says that this is not the time for chainsaws, she wants to prevent her brother from suffering. But Denji understands that it's precisely when he's suffering that it's time to be CSM. 

Having your head and arms brutally chopped off hurts, fighting demons hurts, in short, transforming into a CSM physically hurts and must hurt. Imagine having a cable cut in half across your torso: it hurts, so why pull it? That's why Denji IS CSM, because it's when it hurts that he realises he wants to be CSM? 

Hybrids don't exploit this pain, demons like the Eternity Demon are even afraid of it, and that's what explains CSM's superiority: suffering exalts him and he uses it as a means to fight. When Quanxi cut off the weapons' heads, it was enough for them to admit defeat, while Denji calmly puts his head back on, not giving up the fight. 

Weapons can't die, but they can see others die, just as suffering can't escape them either. Either they see themselves almost as demigods, as prophets, or they can see themselves as great knights out to save the world.

Denji knows how to exploit his nature; he drinks blood at the slightest opportunity, tries to devour like a demon and is not afraid to use it, unlike the other hybrids. (Quanxi is an exception)

As the spear weapon starts to provoke CSM by saying to really scare them, CSM exploits being sliced in half. Suffering is the fear of weapons.

The whole thing also has a symbolic force, because we've been trying endlessly to cut Denji in two, his human life on the one hand and his life as CSM on the other. Cutting CSM in two won't do him any good, all he has to do is pull his cable.

But above all, the comparison with massage is a very good one, because it sums up life, this combination of good sensations and not-so-good ones. This is precisely what pitted Denji against Makima, that bad films or bad facets of the world and humanity must exist.

This time, part 2 doesn't boil down to this ideology; what Denji is saying is that to live is also to suffer, to be happy is also to have been unhappy. All these things are not mutually exclusive, they go together. 

That's why Denji wins against the weapons, because he won't fight against the suffering they'll put him through, he'll use it to the full, knowing that behind it all there'll be a good feeling. And that seeing the positive side even in pain is nothing other than hope.

Denji himself says that life is a superposition of all these facets. There are things we may never get over, but they don't stop us from moving forward. That's why this chapter is incredible, because Denji doesn't accept suffering as a demon when he's fighting, he wants to accept it in his life too, Denji's life, he has to experiment without Nayuta's permanent approval. 

Denji has lost many people close to him, including his pets. It is precisely through their loss that he wants to suffer. Because suffering is the privilege of the living.

Chainsaw Man is nothing more than 2 entities reunited to survive together.

CSM's laughter is symbolic of this, and chapter 151 made an explicit reference to chapter 82 when Makima starts laughing despite the paroxysm of suffering for Denji, who has just seen Power die. What Fujimoto does is bring together the previous antagonist and the protagonist, to bring out the essence of his work.

Both Makima and Denji laugh despite the horror of the situation as the mask finally comes off, Makima presents her plans and Denji realises what Chainsaw Man is. In short, laughter is the symbol of letting go, as the mask finally comes off. And all this sums up Chainsaw Man, this confrontation between comedy and tragedy, this strange association.

Readers, don't fight the suffering of the characters either, you're reading CSM precisely because of it. You want to suffer just like CSM. So have fun with it.

[2d-reality]

Little Things (The Prince of Demons)

characters: Diavolo, GN!MC navigation: Diavolo | Barbatos | Simeon | Solomon | Luke | Thirteen content/warnings: little things you do, out of love. dateables edition! fluff. could be read as platonic but why would u word count: 862 notes: Alas, Dia is the only one I have finished as of now on account of how my work/life balance has been absolutely wacked recently. I'll get around to the rest eventually, I promise! I have bits and pieces here and there but the dateables don't flow as easy as the boys. Mephis will likely not be included bc I'm not even vaguely familiar with his character, and because we are both horse girls and he is my bitter rival on principle. I stared at this piece a lot but did I edit it? no

Diavolo was a lonely man. He knew a lonely childhood, tucked away in the Demon King’s palace with only the grounds staff as company. He attended lessons alone as he grew up learning what it would take to shoulder his father’s throne once he came of age. When the reigning monarch fell into his dreamless slumber, Diavolo had effectively lost yet another lifeline to anything resembling a normal existence-- a parent. As a young man (or, rather, the demon equivalent of a young man), surrounded by nobility of all kinds vying for his attention, he knew they only saw Diavolo, the Crown Prince. Even the brothers, who were the closest to being considered his friends, played along with his antics out of duty. No doubt Lucifer drilled it into them to be accommodating. 

Sometimes he felt as though he was cursed-- paying for his original sin by bearing his existence, at the end of the day, alone. 

That was, at least, until you came along. You, so small and fierce and human. You, who upon meeting him at the beginning of your tenure as an exchange student, held his gaze squarely and didn’t back down, even when he could practically smell your fear.

You, who for whatever reason, be it ignorance or sheer, unmitigated gall or something else entirely, didn’t for a moment treat him any differently than any other demon you met. Once you were comfortable living among magical beings, it was as if the floodgates opened. Despite horrified reactions from Lucifer and gentle chiding from Barbatos, you told him when his jokes were stupid (even if you still laughed), slapped his arm companionably when greeting him, and called him by a myriad of silly nicknames. 

Your friendship is the most precious thing Diavolo has ever received in his long life. You aren’t one of his subjects, born to defer to him whether you wanted to or not. You aren’t an angel, who gave him a cautious respect for the good of your realms’ relations. You didn’t even know he existed before you came to the Devildom. You chose not to see the heir to the throne, and instead saw Diavolo-- a gentle giant with more love in his heart than he was born to carry. Diavolo, who would go to the ends of all three realms for those he cared for. Diavolo, who was loud and boisterous and always wanted to be involved. Diavolo, who liked cigar cookies and video games and could be a bit of a goofball. 

He cherishes every aspect of your relationship. He loves when you send him blurry photos of various pairs of objects or animals you see when out and about, with the caption "us fr <3”. He loves getting links to dumb memes in the middle of the night, followed by laughing emojis or “this u??” You poke fun at him, bite back with quips when he makes jokes at your expense, and play silly little pranks on him. His favorite is when you gesture to something on his coat, only to flick the tip of his nose when he looks down to investigate. He’d long since caught on to that ruse, among others, but your bright smile and chirping laughter when you teased him for falling for it yet again are too precious to him to not play along.

He even appreciates the times that you turn down his invitations to spend the weekend at the palace with him, citing exhaustion from the brothers’ antics or pressing schoolwork from RAD. You’re not automatically agreeing simply because you have no choice-- you spend your limited, precious time on him because you want to. More often than not you made up for declining by showing up entirely unannounced some time later, cloaked beneath a spell to shield you from Barbatos’ sixth sense for his Lord getting up to shenanigans, beckoning him to sneak out with you to suck on thick milkshakes in some cramped corner booth and giggle conspiratorially like a couple of misbehaving teenagers. 

When he’s around you, Diavolo feels like he can breathe. He doesn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances. You aren’t looking for political sway, or funding, or an elevated social status. For the first time in his life, he can set aside his heavy burden and feel... normal. He can ruffle your hair, and only half-heartedly hold you back from practically climbing him to dig your knuckles into his scalp and return the favor. He can laugh when you swat at his hand as he reaches across your plate to steal a few of your fries. He wears the friendship bracelet you braided for him at all times. He considered charming it to never fade or fray, but when it finally falls apart from wear, your mock exasperation when you tell him you’ll make him another makes him feel so real. 

Diavolo was a lonely man. But now, he has a friend. A genuine, honest-to-goodness friend. You have matching contact photos, and inside jokes. You don’t call him my lord when he comes up in conversation; it’s always my friend. Now, thanks to you, he isn’t lonely anymore.

[queenofanime]

Matching Tattoos

"You know I can see you, right?" The girl, who until now was strolling through the dark alleys, stopped. Her question was met with silence, with complete stillness. Y/n just wanted to get home, but she knew that as soon as her back was turned, the person walking behind her would follow.  

"Just come out already. I really don't have time for this." Irritation laced her words... honesty too. She truly didn't have the time nor the patience for this. Y/n had lied before though, for she couldn't actually see the person. She could only assume it was a man. Living in the red light district had changed her perception of life, of love. She was cynical and street smart. By now, she had heard too many stories of raped women, too many horrors happening a couple of blocks away from her flat. She had experienced quite a few scares herself. 

Despite her efforts, nobody answered. 

At the other end, Gyutaro felt conflicted. The demon had gone out to town, trying to find a meal. His standards were never high, therefore, when he saw a bunch of middle aged hags, he was ready to devour at least two, but then he got distracted by the commotion from across the street. 

Apparently a woman had trespassed into Triple Thread territory, and was now having a hard time getting out of trouble. 'The Triple Thread' were nothing but a bunch of low-level thugs. However, over the years they had become quite the gang. Nowadays, they basically ruled part of the district and controlled more than half of the whore houses.

Three of them had corner the young girl, who he, was currently trailing. Gyutaro hadn't thought much of it at first, but when the men got their asses kicked and send to the hospital, he became intrigued.

Looking back, he should have just minded his business and try to eat someone, instead of trailing the poor girl, who seem to have an attitude and was now asking questions... questions he wasn't ready to answer.

He wasn't used to being noticed. And if he were to step into the light, she would probably faint.

Maybe he should just eat her. 

"Okay, you clearly are taking your sweet time so I'm coming over." Y/n's voice and the fact that she was closing in, brought the demon back to reality. However he couldn't move, his feet were completely glued to the ground. Maybe he wanted to see the girl's reaction and entertain his sadistic side. Or maybe he simply was a full-on masochist and wanted to damage his self-esteem even further. Maybe he just wanted to hear more of the girl's voice, even if it meant hearing insults and hurtful words. Whatever the reason may be, he didn't move, he didn't hide, no... Gyutaro just waited patiently for his arm to be yanked into the light. 

Yet the moment never came. Gyutaro most certainty was not yanked by the arm as he had mentally script. No, no, he was yanked from his ear. The nails from the girl painfully pinching at the tender skin, almost drawing blood. 

An audible yell escaped the demon as his thoughts ran wild. 'Did this human just had the audacity to do something as stupid as this!?'

Unpleasantly, Gyutaro was thrown just below the lamp-post, the only lamp-post within 5 blocks. 

Recovering from the shock and the slamming of his spine against the metal tube, Gyutaro's eyes glanced upwards in rage. "You BITCH! What the hell was th-"Kill me now, because I'm done saving myself." 

The interruption of the girl quickly had the demon shutting up; his mismatched eyes staring in disbelief. In return, the girl's gaze looked back at him. Not a single hint of fear or disgust could be seen through her orbs, just boredom and completely unimpressed. As if seeing a demon was a daily occurrence. 'Just another Tuesday for this asshole', thought the male. 

Somehow the night seemed darker than usual. Small droplets had started to appear, littering the street. Soon, the sound of rain was the only thing that could be heard. 

Gyutaro took the moment to actually analyze the girl's features. She was quite pretty, but it was an unconventional pretty. She had a knife-cut scar gracing her left cheek. Unlike Daki, her nose wasn't a round perfect button shape. Her hair was messy, her eyebrows were bushy and edgy. And her makeup wasn't the usual pastel colors that girls loved to wear. Maybe unconventional pretty wasn't the right description. The girl was harsh pretty... warrior pretty pretty. 

"Are you going to kill me?" 

"I'm not sure yet."

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"Quit watching me." 

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

"No."

To put it shortly, Gyutaro didn't kill Y/n, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he became a guardian demon angel of some sort. He knew Y/n could handle herself, as she had demonstrated weeks prior. Still, he felt useful watching over her. Both parties had come to some sort of mutual silent agreement, allowing Gyutaro to crash in Y/n's flat, as he was doing tonight. 

"I really think you did something with your hair."

"I didn't! Cut it out!" 

The girl decided to stop asking, as she had clearly irritated the demon, but her staring didn't weaver. Annoyed and self-conscious, Gyutaro shot Y/n a menacing glare, however she seemed unaffected by it. 

"Where did you get your spots done? Which artist was it?"

"What?" 

Y/n's question had genuinely confused the man. What did she mean by artist? Did Y/n actually think his ugly birthmarks were made with ink? Gyutaro hated everything about himself. He hated his face, his body-shape, he even hated his attitude. But... if there was one thing he hated above all else, were those ugly dark spots which adorned his body in the most horrible way possible. He hated them the most because they were a constant remainder of the lack of love his mother had had for him. 

"Woah, you really are dumber than I thought." The words slide from his mouth harsher than ever before. For the first time Y/n was taken aback. For the first time, she actually felt cold sweat run down the back of her neck, fearing what the demon would do. 

"I-I j-just- "You really think I'd litter my face like this, by choice?"

Before Y/n could say something else, a giggle escaped the green-ish creature. A giggle that soon turned into a psychotic laughing fit. The girl could only watch in horror as the demon, with its nails, scratched and teard at its skin, drawing red blood lines.

The flame from the alcohol lamp flickered with the wind. Y/n prayed the only source of light wouldn't go out, leaving her defenceless. 

"My mother tried to kill me several times before I was born. She ended up dying of syphilis, the hateful bitch." 

In reality, Gutaro didn't know why he was sharing. His tongue was faster than his head, which was a very rare occurrence. Trauma dumping the woman in front of him was a test. Just like the night he met her, Gyutaro wanted to see what she was made of. What unexpected reaction she would come up with next.  

The girl was at a loss of words, now understanding it was likely that Gyutaro suffered from congenital syphilis. She wanted to say 'sorry' but that seemed superficial. Sometimes words aren't enough, but actions were. 

Without looking at the demon, Y/n's hand slowly reached out for the small nightstand. Gyutaro watched her intensely, knowing for sure a woman like her would have a blade or some kind of weapon hidden. However, Y/n had something else in mind. Seeing as the demon hadn't move from his spot and wasn't trying to stop her, Y/n pulled out a paper rice sheet, an ink pen, and a needle. That certainly got Gyutaro's attention. 

The night was cold. Shadows danced across the room, casting an ethereal glow upon the worn furniture and faded walls.

Y/n approached the boy cautiously. Her steps measured and deliberate towards the skinny boy, who still looked angry and distrustful. She understood the depths of his longing, his hunger for affection, yet she knew all too well the fortress of distrust he had built around himself. But she was determined to bridge the gap, to breach the walls that confined him. Slightly gulping, Y/n closed the gap between the two of them until they were just a few inches apart. 

With gentle grace, she extended her trembling hand, her fingertips craving the warmth of human connection. She closed in slowly, mindful of every fragile moment that passed. Her touch was like a whisper, delicate and tender, a beacon of solace in a world that had shown him little to no kindness. 

Y/n didn't think her next action through. If she did, she would probably have never done it. She reached and delicately traced her fingers across the black spots covering his left prominent hip-bone. This time, it was Gyutaro who gulped, feeling the chill of her freezing hand. 

Since he didn't move, Y/n took the opportunity to take out the sheet of paper and the ink pen. Gyutaro's yellow eyes widen, gleamed with an otherworldly glow, reflecting the untamed curiosity that coursed through his veins. The girl, with full-on concentration, covered his hipbone with the paper. And with the pen, started tracing the birthmark's shape. 

Once she was done, Y/n removed the paper and set it aside. 

She then proceeded to undress herself, shocking the demon (even further). And soon, Y/n was left in her undergarments, exposing her own hipbone. 

Slowly but surely Gyutaro started to understand... understand her, and he couldn't help but feel a tug within his heart (if he had one).

The air was thick with a sense of determination as she prepared to embark on whatever journey this was. With trembling hands, she carefully grabbed the needle, that until now had been forgotten and started burning it with the flame. Once the tip was dark, bordering black, Y/n removed the insignificant metal item, recovered the paper, and placed it over her own skin. 

Part of him wanted to stop her, wanted to tell her not to ruin her own perfectly soft skin, but Gyutaro has always been selfish. So he didn't. 

Y/n had a million thoughts running though her head: 'Was it safe?' 'Should she do it?' 'Was it too late to turn back?' 'Was it going to hurt?' 

No it wasn't safe. She shouldn't do it. It wasn't too late. Yes, it was going to hurt. But she had made up her mind. She wasn't going to back down from a promise, a promise of a better, honest world. 

Despite knowing that this act would forever mark her skin, Y/n took the needle and grazed her flesh. It burned. A searing pain jolted through the girl's body. Pain the demon could see through her eyes. The smell was probably the worse. 

Wherever the needle grazed, splatters of blood followed. Instinctively Y/n wanted to pull away, but the logic within her wanted to get this over done quickly. 

Y/n spent over an hour carefully filling in the area while Gyutaro just watched, mesmerised. 

When she was finally done, the burned birthmark took and ugly red-brown color. The angry blood lines starting to dry up. 

Despite the painful experience, Y/n was satisfied with herself. 

Finally she looked up towards the demon, acknowledging him with a cheerful smile. 

"See, now we match..." 

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

You know, part of what bothers me, I think, about some Tonowari and Ronal adopting Spider fics is the demonization of Neytiri, and to some extent, Jake. I’ve made posts about this before, I am number one Spider defender, ya’ll know, but Neytiri’s reactions to him make perfect sense. 

Neytiri is 18 in the first movie. She’s already lost her sister and father right in front of her at an incredibly young age and very traumatically. The spectre of this war and of this destruction has been around basically her entire life. In the comics, Mo’at and Eytukan leave the decision of wether or not to open Grace’s school up to Neytiri and the other children. Neytiri advocates for this school, and then her sister is shot and killed right in front of her at that very building. Neytiri advocates for Jake, trusts him and defends him and lets a human into her heart again, only to find out he has been betraying her the entire time. It’s a vicious cycle I don’t think she can bare to even attempt to repeat again with Spider, and for good reason! In the comics, we learn that half the humans who were deemed trustworthy even defect back to the RDA and betray the Na’vi again. They lived side by side for fifteen years and still weren’t trustworthy. Girl has major trust issues. I’m sure the idea of her kids trusting a human and it getting a sibling of theirs killed like it happened to Sylwanin is very prevalent. Not even mentioning what it means that Spider is Quaritch’s son, the son of the man Jake betrayed her for, and the son of the man responsible for her fathers death and the destruction of her home. Again, she is eighteen in the first movie. Even if the Na’vi mature differently, expecting her to make an emotionally mature response to Spider is irrational, and deadass I think Spider is more empathetic to that than half of you. Obviously, adults are responsible for children and it’s not an excuse for her treatment of Spider. But honestly, Neytiri never directly harms Spider unless absolutely necessary. She leaves him behind to save Kiri. She pushes him in the comics when she blames him for almost getting Kiri and Tuk killed. She cuts him in the movie to convince Quaritch she will kill him. But then she pushes him behind her, not toward Quaritch. Even after this move, she trusts him not to attack her or anything. She pushes him behind her where he is safe. Sometimes the stuff ya’ll write her doing is wild to me. 

Our man Jake Sully (I am a Jake Sully apologist) is 22 in the first movie. I am 23 guys, he’s baby. If I suddenly had three kids and another on the way (I’m including Spider) I would kill myself. No lie. That man is baby that is not a fully developed brain. The way that man soaks up any attention from Grace like he’s never even seen a parent before? Telling. The way he protects Grace and Mo’at specifically during the fall of the Hometree??? I was sideeyeing the hell out of you Jake. Jake and Neytiri needed a full 20 years of therapy and being parented themselves before having any children, first of all, but that’s not the cards they were dealt hmm? Jake is now the leader of a clan of people in a culture and a society and a planet and a species he knew next to nothing about three months ago. And now he’s PARENTING IN IT??? AND HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT IT?? AND ALSO THERE IS A WAR??? AND HE HAS MAJOR PTSD?? Anyways what I’m saying is it’s a miracle any of the Sully’s are alive, let alone turned out even remotely chill. 

Saying that the adults around Spider failed him is absolutely correct and completely accurate. They also just were not really adults imo yet. They were barely there, kids who had to grow up way too fast to deal with horrendous things way too quickly, just like the kids in the second movie. Cut them some slack. The number one goal in foster care, family services, counseling, anything like that, is to keep families together. I kinda feel that way about Spider. He’s a Sully god damnit. Saying Ronal and Tonowari would be better parents is insane to me. Obviously, they would. There was no war going on for them, they have no past trauma, and they seem to be older. But idk man, I don’t think that’s his place. For me, found family is about mutual healing and growing with an odd little chosen family. No one is odder than that fucking human marine guy who became an alien and married an alien to have some alien hybrid children and now they gotta officially adopt that weird human kid that’s always around.

(obv I’m still reading all ur Tonowari and Ronal adopting Spider fics tho)

[kanmom51]

I think I had wishful thinking with how this whole Jk thing would be handled. It’s showing me that a lot of ARMY still forget that our boys are human. I understand having strong feelings towards certain habits due to a multitude of reasons but seeing people question his character is wild to me. Yoongi talked in his documentary about this very thing. Things being blown out of proportion that genuinely in the scheme of things don’t need to be. Our boys have shown us they drink heavily, something that is also harmful but it seems that doesn’t get as much hate as smoking. They are grown men who will do and have habits that aren’t great but as of what we know don’t change who they are. Jk is still our goofy silly guy that we love. I’ll get personal for a second I’m also a singer and used to be a heavy smoker of 🌱, I stopped eventually because I knew long run it wouldn’t be great for my voice but so many singers do it. Now what he seems to be smoking is obviously not healthy but he chooses to do it cuz he likes it and wants to. Of course we want them to be healthy and take care of themselves but again they are grown. I really feel for K-pop idols because it seems there is no way to win. The idol system in a sense sets them up to “fail”. More people upset with him smoking then him being filmed without his permission. Western pop stars are out here doing some wild stuff and no one holds it against them. I feel for them really I do. Again I get that it can be hard for people if they have their own experience with smoking. I shouldn’t be as surprised as I am with the reaction I guess but after how he has been so open on his Weverse lives about being an adult and living his life the way he wants, who are we to say no you can’t do that because we don’t like it.

I agree!!!

Anything else I have to add? I really don't know, cause you kind of said it all @leearmy.

Do I love he's smoking? Hell no. Like I wouldn't love for one of my girls to. It's bad for your health. It's not great for his voice. I lost my mom to lung cancer so it's a little of a sore spot for me.

But at the end of the day, he's a grown up and it's his decision, his life to live.

So, not loving it, but no judging going on. These are my demons to deal with, nothing to do with JK or his choices.

I do have to say that I don't love the glorification of it either. JK is sexy. Period. No need for a cigarette in his mouth to make him that.

I just wish people would accept this is something he does and move on without the ugly or sexy talk going on.

Either way, this is still JK. Smoking or not smoking doesn't make him a good or bad person. It's a lifestyle choice he's making. Nothing illegal going on. Nothing hurtful to others. And as such it's in the "people need to mind their own business" category.

This is most definitley being blown out of proportion. As if we have any say about their private lives in any way shape or form (we most definitely don't).

Like you said, it's still JK, the sweet kind goofie young man that we love.

Plain and simple.

[reunionatdawn]

My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 1: Edelgard/Byleth)

Edelgard: I'm simply having trouble putting this feeling into words. I just felt…I don't know. As if something was drawing me to the Ashen Demon. I wonder… Could it be the influence of my Crest?

The story of 3H pushes Byleth with the lord of each route so hard that it almost felt pointless to add the self-insert dating-sim elements with the other students. In Persona 5, you could date whatever girl you wanted with no effect on the main story. But in 3H, it felt more like Final Fantasy X where there the love story was the main story.

This pairing absolutely felt "canon", at least in CF. As both of them bore the Crest of Flames, I strongly suspect that their relationship was meant to represent the concept of "twin flames". A twin flame is a deep soul connection between two people. They are actually thought to be twin souls inhabiting two bodies. Twin flames seem to mirror one another, have shared similar life paths, history, and sometimes trauma. They are naturally drawn to each other. This description certainly applied to Byleth.

Byleth: Who was your first true love? Edelgard: Hmm. For some reason, I feel compelled to tell you all of these things I have kept hidden. I can't say the name, but it was a noble who I met in the Kingdom, a lifetime ago.

But interestingly, it could apply to Dimitri as well. It is said that one twin flame is supposed to represent the divine masculine half of the soul and the other the divine feminine half. When the masculine and feminine energies of the twins harmonize, the two souls merge and become one.

The "divine feminine" principle is more about charting inner emotional space, while the "divine masculine" principle represents conquering the outer physical world. The characteristics of the divine masculine are logic, rationality, discipline, and assertiveness. The divine feminine is associated with goddess energy. Some of its attributes are intuition, nurturing, loving, and supporting their counterpart.

Edelgard: Professor... You've been crying. So even you cry sometimes. Oh... I suppose that was thoughtless of me to say. Byleth: Yes, it was. Edelgard: Long ago, someone said the same thing to me.

Traditionally, the moon represents divine feminine energy (yin) as opposed to the sun which represents divine masculine energy (yang). Edelgard is cool and collected. She is the active force of the story who wishes to bring about the new dawn. Dimitri is emotional. He is the reactive force whose storyline is symbolized by the moon. You'd expect Edelgard to be a natural yang personality and Dimitri a yin.

But Edelgard was born on the summer solstice as opposed to Dimitri being born on the winter solstice. Edelgard is a Cancer, which is a water sign ruled by the moon. Astrologically, Cancers are associated with yin energy. They are said to have a hard outer shell like a crab but are very soft underneath. Often called the mother of the zodiac, they are known for their deeply emotional and nurturing nature. They form strong attachments to their loved ones and often have a hard time letting go. It is implied that "El" cried when she learned that she'd have to leave the Kingdom. Dimitri was surprised seeing this reaction from her, but it likely influenced his choice of parting gift: a dagger symbolizing the philosophy of the patriarchal Faerghus.

I found it interesting how much Edelgard was displeased by Dimitri's gift. Even at the academy, she prefers if Byleth giver her more traditionally feminine gifts like flowers, a book, or a bear stuffy and she will be unhappy if she is given a weapon. Using a dagger to cut a path has very violent implications, although Dimitri was too young to realize that at the time. He had grown up around blades his whole life and only viewed them as tools of destiny. He wanted to reassure her that they had a future together, as long as she never lost heart. It was meant as a symbol of inner strength, nothing more.

Edelgard: Heh, so you consider me strong, do you? Even if one clings to their faith, the goddess will never answer them. Countless souls will be lost that way. Living without purpose. And I can be counted among those who have died that way as well. But that's why I must change this world, on behalf of the silent and weak! Dimitri: And do you intend to become a goddess yourself? Will you steal the power to take action from the broken-hearted masses you claim to defend?

Cancer's greatest fear is abandonment which can cause them to be clingy. It is implied that El "died" after praying and not receiving any hand reaching out to help her. During her imprisonment, she felt totally alone and forsaken by the goddess. That's when she began to see faith as a sign of inner weakness.

Edelgard was reborn bearing the Crest of Flames. She no longer shed tears and looked to the dagger for strength. Dimitri accused her of trying to supplant the goddess. And while that may not literally be true, perhaps it was true in a figurative sense. CF is about standing firm in your principles and cutting your own path no matter who stands in your way, even the goddess herself.

Dorothea: Is there someone you have your eye on? Edelgard: (Normal): To be honest, there's nothing resembling romance in my life at present. (Has reached Support Rank A with a male): A certain face comes to mind at the thought...though I'm not sure you could call what we have a romance just yet. It's not that I'm disinterested. I'm simply too busy with other endeavors. I have no time to spare for such things.

Ideologically, CF represents the most traditionally masculine path for Byleth to take. Edelgard is drawn to them regardless of gender, what route you choose, and even in Hopes. But she is drawn to their stoic masculine energy and even seemed somewhat disappointed that they were crying after Jeralt's death. Women can certainly embody divine masculine energy and vice versa. Twin flames are not based on biological sex. Overall, the fandom understandably prefers Edeleth with female Byleth for the less stereotypical aspects.

But I found it interesting that even though this very Support conversation implies that Edelgard is bisexual, the dialogue only changes (I tested this myself) if she has A-Support with a male. Edelgard has paired endings with a few other male characters, but not a single one of them has the level of emotional intimacy she has with Byleth. They read like political marriages, while Edelgard truly wanted a passionate romance.

Shez asks about memories of the past. Edelgard: Have I told you about the boy who gave me the dagger? I called him "Dee," which is all I really remember about him.

The tagline for FE3H was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". Dimitri said the day he gifted her the dagger was a sweet memory with a bitter ending. It's unclear why she couldn't recall that Dimitri was her first love. Perhaps when she realized her "fated path" would force her to go to war with someone so special to her, the pain caused her psyche to block out the memories of him and his identity. Who knows.

Edelgard: There was nothing I could do to save him. And so, the very least I could do was— Byleth: Are you crying? Edelgard: No. The Edelgard who shed tears died many years ago. Everything that's happened...it's all just part of the ebb and flow of history.

After Dimitri cursed "El" at the Tailtean Plains, she may have finally realized he was "Dee". In their A-Support, Edelgard admitted that she was actually relieved that Byleth could feel some human emotions like jealousy, but she tells them that they are both "detached" (actually "inhuman" in the JP version). Because of this, Byleth was someone she could relate to. And she does come across as rather inhuman at times. She finally does cry when she thinks Byleth dies, indicating her old self had come back to life in some way. But she was unable to cry when she killed anyone else. Even her old flame.

Edelgard: You called me El. That's... I... That means more than I can say. And this ring... It's lovely. Thank you, my dearest friend. I will happily accept it. I must admit, I feared my feelings would be unrequited. So long as I had you by my side, it never mattered how many enemies I amassed. You were all I needed.

Byleth's Crest and Edelgard's second Crest is the Crest of Flames, which is associated with The World arcana in Tarot. The World represents a successful conclusion after all aspects have been accounted for. Things have come full circle. A journey has been completed. Edelgard believed that the one leading the people of the world should be someone with humanity rather than an inhuman creature like Rhea. But there are two meanings for the word "humanity". One is "the human species" which is obviously what Edelgard meant. But the other meaning is "benevolence".

Byleth & Edelgard Byleth and Edelgard ended the tyranny of a godlike being. Byleth was wounded and lost the power of the progenitor god, but it mattered not, as he/she and Edelgard had each other. To ensure lasting peace, the two fought against those who slither in the dark, and to ensure a society where people can rise and fall by their own merits, they spent their lives reforming the antiquated class system. They achieved much in their time together, and it is said that they were sometimes spotted leaving the palace to privately enjoy the world they had created. How they spent those precious moments, none but the two of them will ever know.

Byleth cuts down Rhea with the sword made from the remains of her dead mother. Upon doing so, they lose the power of the progenitor god. The Crest Stone in their heart is destroyed. Their soul was once merged with the goddess Sothis, but symbolically Edelgard now fills that spot as their twin flame. Byleth's heartbeat returns, and their color goes back to normal.

But their hair color was actually the origin of the nickname "Ashen Demon". So, it leaves you to wonder: Did Byleth truly maintain their humanity until the end? I'm not so sure, but I still really enjoyed how the traditionally masculine aspects of Edelgard's conquest contrasted with the little glimpses of her feminine side that only Byleth could bring out. It is certainly unique romance among JRPGs and one that I won't ever forget.

[zagreuses-toast]

My Vimes playlist! I have many thoughts and feelings about him... this was the first Discworld playlist I put together and I started it after reading that dinner party scene in Men at Arms, which is why Your Racist Friend is the first song. some of these songs are ones Vimes himself would hate deeply but the energy or lyrics persuaded me to put them in. If you're interested in the reasoning behind the song choices, I'm putting that under the cut.

Thee Vimes song , just Him:

Get Better by Frank Turner

Being a watchman and The City, always The City:

I Predict a Riot by the Kaiser Cheifs

The Ankh Morpork Night Watch by Louie Zong

London Calling by The Clash

Shes Always a Woman by Billy Joel

All Along The Watch Tower by Jimi Hendrix (a conversation, Vimes gets the cover by Jimi hendrix which is rawer and darker than the original, Vetinari gets the BSG cover)

We Live In a Dump by They Might Be Giants

Sam and Sybil feelings (from vimes's pov mostly):

Synopsis for Latecomers by They Might Be Giants

The night Chicago Died by Paper Lace

Hey Julie by Fountains of Wayne

Work Song by Hozier

A Hard Days Night by The Beatles

Waterloo by Abba (for the whole describing sybil in military terms of it all)

I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Answer by They Might Be Giants

Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads

Hopeless Bleak Despair by They Might Be Giants

Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen (couldn't help myself sorry)

Next To Me by Imagine Dragons

Never Knew Love by TMBG

Vimes is powered by pure Rage and a drive to be better than he was:

Heel Turn 2 by The Mountain Goats

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Old Pine Box by TMBG

Can't Keep Johnny Down by TMBG

Hand Me My Shovel I'm Going In by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Lets Get This Over With by TMBG

Demons by Imagine Dragons

Eight by Sleeping at Last

The Body Is A Blade by Japanese Breakfast

Hes also an ex-alchoholic

The Lady and the Tiger by TMBG (thinking of the summoning dark)

My songs know what you did in the dark by Fall Out Boy

Brain Problem Situation by TMBG

I think about Night Watch a normal amount (everyday all day)

Tubthumping cover by TMBG

Bringing Home The Rain by The Builders and The Butchers

Zombie by The Cranberries

At The End Of The Day from Le Mis

All the Little Angels (rise up) by DJ Boogie (fav interpretation of the song)

Prelude/ Angry Young Man by Billy Joel (this is a reg show song but I don't have a reg playlist, it fits Vimes too tho)

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables from Le Mis

the Communists Have the Music by TMBG

Cable Street by The Young'uns

Cap In Hand by the Proclaimers

Nina Cried Power by Hozier

Fortunate Son by Credence Clearwater Revival

You Already Live in Tomorrow by Fauxny

Vimes and Themes/Motifs mainly Dogs and fire (hes an arsonist and I think about this often, We all know the rain/water themes for him but can we talk about FIRE):

Hey Bulldog by The Beatles

The Angriest Dog in the World by The Superman Revenge Squad Band

Burning Pile by Mother Mother

Arsonists Lullaby by Hozier

Burn it Down by Vixy and Tony

You're On Fire by TMBG

Vimes has daddy/fatherhood issues

I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon

Cats in The Cradle by Harry Chapin

this is also why theres intentionally a lot of what I consider Dad music on this playlist, based mostly on my own dad's music tastes

Misc:

Confrontation from Jekyll and Hyde ( because of the whole Summoning Dark thing)

Facade also from Jekyll and Hyde (his reaction to rich people, also for the Boots line)

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter Six: North

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch…

This chapter was written by @genderlessbleach and edited by me.

Trigger warnings: Suicidal ideations, mentions of gore/blood, attempting suicide, and asking to be murdered

Tommy finally feels himself snap back into reality, but still feels as if he was unconscious, as he was earlier, and he forces himself out of the bed he doesn’t remember making. Though, he can’t remember much of anything so it doesn’t make a big difference anyway.

Tommy works his way slowly out of the poorly constructed shelter he made, trying to figure out where his home would be from his current spot. Knowing it would be generally north of where he was, he looks up at the sky, searching for the sun, easily finding which direction North was. Now all he needs is a boat. The Brit sighs at the realization, not wanting to do all of this work while in pain.

"Psst! Hey you, Blondie!" A voice had called out to Tommy, making the boy's head spin trying to figure out where the voice had come from. "In the tree dumbass!"

Tommy cranks his neck backward to look up at the feminine voice, nearly falling from the whiplash he feels. There is a young feminine person in the trees, wearing a long green dress with messy patchwork and sleeves that fall off their shoulders, a brown cloak that just covers their bare shoulders and head, and lastly, a mask with a '; )' engraved in it. The mask seems familiar, yet Tommy can’t tell if it’s in a good or bad way. The mask seems friendly enough. It even has small blush marks etched into it.

The girl drops down from the tree and seems to almost float onto the snowy floor of the tundra. The Brit takes a closer look at them. They have a belt snug around their waist to probably keep the items hanging off of it in check, and they have a satchel slung over their shoulder, but it doesn’t hold arrows. In fact, the quiver was empty.

"Tommy, right? I'm Drista! I'm the girl sent to your rescue. I'm gonna get your amnesia-having-ass out of this freezing place!" The way Drista speaks sounds young and happy, like if anything bad or traumatic was to happen to her, it would roll right off, like a raincoat. Tommy finds that strange. Anyone can experience bad situations–surely she has at some point in her life–but something about her vibrant voice and eccentric body language makes it seem like she may not even be alive. Tommy shakes his head at the idea. He has no reason to assume that this person isn’t just happy–but really, who’s that happy??

"How do you know my name?" Tommy questions the young girl.

"Red and white shirt and messy blond hair, everyone knows your name!" The girl states, as if it was obvious. Tommy just stares at her in disbelief. How did everyone know who he is? What has he done that made everyone know him? "When you could remember shit, you were the star of the whole SMP, y’know." Tommy just blinks in disbelief. Is she reading his mind? "Yeah, so what?"

Tommy’s eyes widen and he screams out, "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The girl just laughs at him, far more than amused by Tommy’s reaction. “You can’t just fuckin’ say that shit!”

“Sorry man, but you're so confused, it’s actually kind of funny.” The girl giggles at him, “But, what do you need, Blondie?”

“I need to get back home and to know who I fucking am.” Tommy pauses for a moment before turning to face the girl. “But, if you really want to help, I think it would be easier for the both of us if you just killed me.” He looks at her, his blue eyes riddled with exhaustion and sadness, dark bags underneath them, showing proof of his lack of quality sleep recently. Drista actually feels a little bad for the kid. He’s already been through a lot for being a teenager. “If you could just put me out of this hell, please. I don’t even know how I got here, but I’m like 90% sure that it was not by my own means; I don’t think I’m supposed to be alive right now. So, just fix it, please?”

The girl only looks at him in disappointment and sadness. “Tommy, this is your second chance at life. I’m here to guide you, not kill you.” The girl floats upwards into the sky, taking a look at their surroundings. “Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

The girl floats elegantly, her dress floating around her, revealing some pants with more items stuffed in the pockets. This girl is clearly some type of deity, but she doesn’t seem to be as mature as one would think an all powerful being would be. She seems more relaxed and like she’s just here to have fun and mess around. Wait, Tommy just yelled at a Deity. Oh shit, he’s actually fucked.

“The easy way, kill me.” He sticks to his word, which seems to annoy the goddess.

“Tommy, Tommy, I don’t think you understand, you wanting me to kill you is the hard way. The easy way is me giving you a boat and moving the tide with you, but it appears you’d rather fight with me about this.” The young deity floats down so she’s able to look the Brit in the eyes. “So do you want the hard way or the easy way?”

The blond glares at her. “Kill me, fucking do it! I don’t want to live like this, so just do it, kill me! Put me out of my misery like a sick dog! Shoot me in the head, stab me in the gut, slit my neck! Please, do anything, please, please!” He’s crying–not a cry of grief, but rather a cry of anguish and greed. Drista thinks for a second that maybe she should just put the poor boy out of his misery, but she’ll be damned if she’s not someone who sticks to their word.

So, Drista still doesn’t kill him.

A small sigh falls from the girl's mouth; she isn’t giving in. “Tommy, I’m not killing you, but I will bring you back home, even if I have to drag you there myself.” She grabs the boy by his shirt collar and flies them up over the water, getting tired of his attempts at death. “So I’ll say it again, Tommy. Do you want the hard way or the easy way.”

The Brit is too stubborn to listen to her, struggling, trying to shake from her grip so he can at least die here, but the deity isn’t going to let that slide, lassoing him to her like he is some pig she decided to keep as a pet.

“Let me go!” Tommy screams at her, desperate to die in the moment. “Drop me! Kill me! I don’t deserve to live. Can you not fucking see, bitch! Let me die! For XD’s sake, kill me!” He’s screaming like he’s being murdered, when it’s entirely the opposite.

“My brother wouldn’t care. Quite frankly, he didn’t take a liking to you, Tommy. He much prefers the brunet mushroom boy to all of his people.” She speaks calmly, dragging the struggling boy over the vast freezing ocean. “So shut up, and let me save you for your mother’s sake.”

“I don’t have a mother, you fucking idiot!” Tommy is aware she most likely knows more than him, but he doesn’t remember having a mother, so he should be right compared to this prick who's dragging him by a rope over an ocean.

“Tommy, shut up or I’m knocking you out.” In Tommy’s mind, the girl seems to care about him, just not so much as a friend, but more so like she wants something from him, or maybe she was forced to help him from someone else. She doesn’t seem to actually want to help him. Whenever Tommy tries to ask for the sweet release of death, she just looks at him in pity and disappointment.

Tommy finds himself just screaming at the goddess, much to her dismay, so she hits him over the head and knocks him out.

-Timeset sunset-

Tommy wakes up in his bed, groaning from a raging headache. “What the fuck happened?”

“I knocked you out cause you were being an annoying bitch when I was doing you a favor.” a voice spoke from across the room, causing Tommy to scream. The girl only sighs at his stupidity and rolls her eyes. “I’ll say it again if you need me to, Tommy. I’m Drista and you have amnesia. We’ve already met, so please shut up for the sake of my ears.”

“Why would you do that!?” Tommy sputters out, shocked that that could even happen.

“Like I said, you were annoying me, so I shut you up by knocking you out!” The girl just smiles at him sweetly. “But that’s the least of our worries right now, m’kay? Let's just get you out of this shack and get to know each other!” The masked girl's energy quickly changes from serious to playful.

“Why should I? I don’t…” Tommy pauses, remembering the girl's entrance from earlier that day. “I barely know you.”

“I got you off that island. It’s the least you could do for lil’ ol’ me, Tommy.” The girl, Drista or was it Amnesia? flashes him a playful smile. “So come on! Let’s go!” The goddess grabs his arm firmly before flying them out of the house.

Tommy shrieks from being flown out of the house by the young girl. “YOU’RE FLYING TOO LOW!” He tries to pull himself up more, wrapping his arms around her in a panic so he doesn’t scrape up his knees more. “Not everyone is as short as you bitch!” The comment only causes the girl to get lower to the ground.

“Don’t insult my height, Blondie. I’m trying to have fun with you!” She flashes him a mischievous smile before launching them straight up into the air. The blond screams loudly from the sudden speed of her movements while she laughs at him. “I’m not going to drop you Tommy, don’t get your panties in a bunch!” She finds herself laughing more.

“Oi, you fuckin’ cunt, I’m not scared of you dropping me,” He looks down at the clouds, finding himself gripping a little harder onto her. “I was just shocked at how fast you fucking brought us up here, you little shit!” Tommy feels them lowering to the ground slowly.

“Fine, I’ll let you down–”

“That’s not what I–” He cuts himself off with a scream as they’re now rapidly falling.

“Gotcha, bitch!” The girl screams over him as she adjusts the way they’re flying so she can land them safely, or that’s what she thinks before they land on a poor bystander. “OH FUCK!” She drops Tommy and goes to check on the person they just hit. Tommy lies dazed on the floor by the other dazed person Drista is checking on. “Are you alright dude? I didn’t see you there!”

Tommy sits up to look at the person they hit. They’re rather weird looking with half-black and half-white skin and hair. The darker skin tone reminds Tommy of an enderman, along with the strangely shaped mouth and abnormally long limbs.

“I’m-I’m alright just uh confused, like…” The poor dude is shaking while trying to form a sentence. “Wh-Who are you, um, p-people?”

Drista speaks up for the both of them. “I’m Drista and this fuck is Tommy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK MAN?!” His screaming scares the other dude and causes Drista to burst out laughing.

The anxious boy speaks shakily, “I’m-I’m, um, Ran-Ranboo.”

“Well, Ranboo, you must be new around here cause I know everyone, and I’ve never heard of you!” Drista speaks confidently, standing up to help the other two up. Tommy, once stood up, stares upwards at Ranboo, just taking in his existence. Ranboo looks away from Tommy, avoiding eye contact. Tommy feels himself growing curious on who this new guy was, causing him to look over Ranboo’s entire body, looking at their belongings. Tommy notices a book Ranboo is holding close to his chest. It appears to be important to the tall man.

“What’s that?” the Brit asks as he points to the book.

Ranboo looks at the book, then at Tommy, speaking yet again with a shaking voice. “It’s, uh, my…well, diary? I just write important things in it, I guess…”

The taller person's words spark an idea in Tommy’s mind. A book he can write in. Maybe he can keep his own. If his memory ever gets worse, he can look back on it! With the new idea fresh in his head, Tommy runs home to go and make himself a book.

“D-Did I scare him?”

“Nah, he’s just an idiot.”

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[im-out-of-it]

YOU COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE GABRIEL OR GIDEON LIGHTWOOD

you could never get me on Will’s side when Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood exist. don’t forget that Will threw the first punch. so if Will wants to be a bastard towards Gabriel, he can so choose to but he knows and we all know that Gabriel didn’t start that war between them. it honestly amazes me how almost everyone in TID is so awful towards Gabriel and acts as though he started the transgression. while yes Gabriel has his moments, but why is there constantly blame towards Gabriel but Will is excused???????

don’t forget that Will said Benedict has a taste for liking demons and downworlders more than he should and how he treated Tessa as some whore. as if that was the only purpose she served him. he was a rude and entitled dick the second he arrived at the institute. never being kind to the woman who was always there, Charlotte or to Henry. who by the way always had his back.

excusing his behavior with a sticker FAKE CURSE will never work on me

I’ll never get over how everyone in the end of TID basically forgives Will for being a dick. “oh he had a fake curse all is well!” ALL IS NOT FUCKING WELL. Cecily loves gabriel but she allows Will’s nasty behavior towards gabriel. also don’t forget that Will made a remark of how gabriel would only use Cecily- oh because he can’t actually have feelings for Cecily?

everyone excuses his behavior and yes he’s as bad as jace. he’s awful to Jem and the only reason Will is semi likebale is because of Jem. basically saying hey Tessa can have Jem for now until he dies than I’ll have her. he was terrible to Tatiana- pre TLH where she was just a young girl with an infatuation WHO DID NOTHING WRONG

I can’t believe no one ever holds Will accountable. actually I can because it’s CC and she will never hold her favorite golden irritations accountable. she’ll never have James Will jace ever take responsibility and accountability. and while James isn’t as awful as the other two, he basically treats Cordelia as this sex object, makes Matthew feel bad for liking Cordelia, makes everything about him, and I did not see him grieve Kit. he’s not as bad but he’s still up there on the list

and if you think TID Gabriel treatment is bad, just remember that in TLH, Will and Tessa constantly need to fuck during terrifying moments where people die and we never get to see Gabriel and Cecily ‘s reaction to Christopher dying as well as Gabriel and Cecily hardly getting a word in when Alexander THEIR FUCKING TODDLER gets kidnapped and is tortured

OH AND DONT FORGET THAT GABRIEL HAD TO KILL HIS FATHER AND WILL MAKES A JOKE AND A SONG ABOUT IT AND NO ONE SAYS A THING

but how dare Gabriel make some disability jokes about Jem (which is also bad) and anything he says and anytime he breathes is some insult to everyone. I do hold Gabriel and Gideon accountable but they actually grow. they don’t sit in the back being hypocrites acting like they’re untouchable and using some excuse for their shitty behavior

you think hey maybe Will can grow as a person and NOPE WONT IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN

my hate gets ignited for him during my TID readings and I’m reminded how shitty of a brother, father, friend he truly is

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

1: What "fictional place" would the duo act out when they play? Like medieval times with wizards & dragons, modern secret spy place (metal gear solid) or outer space defeating aliens. Etc

2: When playing cowboys (stand off), who gets shot first? Or since they are Star Wars fans, who's Han Solo & who's greedo? XD

3: What type of story and/or map(s) would you create for the duo, Jon & mar'i, in a COD zombie type game?

4: Who would be "uno" in a game of uno between the duo, mar'i, and the supersons?

5: You know how there is versus matches between popular characters for plot reasons (Batman vs Superman, Godzilla vs Kong etc) how would the duo get into a fight? Maybe mind control?

I would like to say thanks for answering my amazing questions for the past 9 months (wow, been that long). Really glad to see your universe improved (especially Chris and Jake)

For now, I’m going to stop (don’t worry I’m still around to chat and tag you in stuff XD) cause

1: kinda hard to ask what type of questions to say and remembering if I asked a question already

2: we kinda do chat about stuff almost everyday

Until I figure out more, see you later buddy! (Flies away on nimbus from dragon ball XD)

💙💜💙

Sorry if it took a long time to get this my friend @pin-crusher2000 but after much looking over and consideration, here shall be my answers ;-)

1) Oh too easy; either ancient Kryptonian and Tamaranean warriors from their history, fighting against their numerous enemies whether it be the Gordanians played by their plushies or even each other as a fair duel, so basically Space warriors OR As a Royal Prince and his Bodyguard Knight against demons and enemy knights like in a fantasy world akin to D&D

2) Chris = Han Solo

Jake = Greedo

and yes Han Blasts Greedo First

3) Okay So, the Kents and Graysons would find themselves waking up in a corrupted and twisted version of Bludhaven, swarming with hordes of the red eyed Undead, hellhounds, Demoniac Bats, and even Three Headed Canines (functionally the latter two are akin to the Parasites and Margwas). They have their superpowers albeit severely dampened and diminished to which they can only take down at most the zombies at the same time before they need to strike again.

The basic story is that before being sent here, the four were tipped on what was a summoning ritual by some cultists who were trying to summon Trigon, likely led by Brother Blood and while they prevent Trigon himself from coming out, the spell was corrupted and activated anyways so now it’s up to our heroes to gathered enough of their strength and find the source of these demonic Zombies in order to escape this Hell. Guiding them though would be one young voice; a girl who sounds no older than Mar’i but intelligent and willing to help them as they traverse this hellish city in exchange for also helping her, wherever she may be. This ancient evil beyond their imagination summoned by those cultists and their sins was invited and she concludes there’s far more to them than this…how their very world maybe even their multiverse itself is now in danger and they can stop it with her…..her name is Samantha, she’s going to tell them how all of this really began.

While not exactly Wonder Weapons in the traditionally sense, the Mystery Box would grant our heroes gauntlets, capes, headbands like what Chris and Mar’i wear and other accessories which do grant them enhanced powers that function like them. One gauntlet Jake can equip on his gloves can cause a chain reaction electric shock to the Zombies he punches a la the Wunderwaffe DG2. The map itself while a sprawling city with a central hub in the City Square with branching areas including the Dockyards, Downtown, the Suburbs, Bludhaven Stadium and the Pack A Punch location being Titans Tower, has numerous Kino/Der Riese style walkways, barriers and corridors allowing players to vary their play styles whether it be camping, training or going with the flow.

So yeah basically a combination of Mob of the Dead, Shadows of Evil and Maur der Toten with a tiny pinch of Origins

I shall dub this Map;

Jugend der Untoten (Youth of the Undead)

4) Mar’i; she trounces all of the boys without any fail but doesn’t cheat. Her secret is to always get rid of her cards that have the lowest number first

5) hmmm……

Christopher Kent, Nightwing Phantom VS Son Gohan

Jakand’r, Jacob Grayson, Skybird VS Bailey Briggs, The Amazing Spider Boy*

Oh I say maybe Inter-dimensional Tournament which puts their respective worlds at risk of destruction should they lose. Naturally all these combatants would ally to overturn the rules and save their worlds together as a team

(Yes he’s a real character ;-) )

Thanks for the asks again Buddy

💙💜💙

[princeescaluswords]

the funniest movie reaction is the people saying Derek should have wanted Eli to be taken in by Peter or Malia or Cora instead of Scott and Allison. You know, Peter, the serial killer who murdered Derek's sister

What did you expect?

The Sterek fandom loves, loves, loves the idea of found family and families of choice (see "pack mom Stiles," "Hale Pack 2.0," and even the "puppy pack"), but for some unfathomable reason insists that Derek must entrust his only son to a biological Hale rather than to Scott, whom Derek named as his brother in the first episode of the first season, even if the alternative would be placing Eli in the care of Peter, the serial killer who murdered his own niece and tried to use his own daughter as a weapon.

This is the same fandom who can't stand Scott because he is a morally naïve, morally inflexible, and morally bland goody-goody, but for some unfathomable reason can also list in exhaustive detail every questionable thing Scott has ever done, like they're auditioning for the role of Tomás de Torquemada in a 15th-century auto-da-fé.

This is the same fandom who can easily see that Eli Hale is implied to be Stiles's stand-in or pseudo-child because of a flannel shirt and a Jeep fixation, but for some unfathomable reason cannot perceive any parallel between Eli, a young man with a difficult relationship with his father and discomfort with being a werewolf due to past violence, and Season 1 Scott, a young man with a difficult relationship with his father and discomfort with being a werewolf due to past violence.

This is the same fandom who can write tens of thousands of stories where Stiles Stilinski's pure love for Derek Hale saves Derek from loneliness, disenfranchisement, depression, suppressed sexual trauma, feral degeneration, witch's curses, demonic possession, and/or death itself, but for some unfathomable reason treats the film's central idea that Scott McCall's devotion for Allison Argent, the first (but not the last) girl he ever loved romantically, might be enough for him to find a way break the nogitsune's hold on her and save her from being its weapon without killing her, with disdainful revulsion for such a childish concept, even though Scott did the same thing for Stiles in Season 3B.

As years pass, we may never be able to understand these unfathomable reasons.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

[urmumsstuff]

So if yall want to know the origin of the this is why your single joke here it is

Flower wasn't really known for her temper, ironicly that went to the middle child who taught all his siblings, young and old new ways to apply curse words and put sailers to shame. Her mother often made said brother go pray after a slew of curses that would come forth.

So it honestly wasn't a surprise when flower tripped over a rock and ping pong balled down a hill in a series of unfortunate events that when she reached the bottom of said hill all they heard was the following.

"FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER, THAT HURT YOU RICH DICKED MORNING WOOD MUNCHER. EAT CARPET YOU FUCKING DICK. OH FUCKING SHIT THAT HURT! I HOPE THAT ROCK BECOMES SAND IN THE ASS CRACK OF A FUCKING GREASY FAT KAREN WHO DROOLS OVER HER COWARD HUSBAND. THAT FUCKING COW FUCKER"

It didn't have as much impact nor creativity and if said middle brother had heard it he would be disappointed giving her a 4 out of 10 but he wasn't there and therefore could not judge her.

The group reached the bottom of the hill to see her laying on her front in frustrated silence

"Do you need help?" The monk asked hesitantly

"No let me lay upon the bed of LIES I have fallen upon" okay there showed true to her twin but also the shame that radiated off of her.

"You look stupid"

"You have a face that is so ugly not even a mother could love you if she bore you from her flesh" wukong barked a laugh at the insult tossed his way.

"I see she agrees that you are ugly brother monkey-"

That got her up on her ass sitting and staring and fully interrupting the pig "you have no room to speak or open your mouth you dog welped, boarish whore. Your mother would deny she bore you into this world and the urge to force you to eat pork grows stronger with every step I take in your presence. You should not throw stones from glass houses you weak willed unsatisfying lazy pig. May your mother and mothers mother deny you from their family tree"

her eyes narrowing into dangerous degrees as she stared down the pig who looked rightly enraged to be told such a thing. She had the gull to bring ancestors into the conversation with a calm that wasn't like her words. Her words spoke rage of unknown degree but her voice was a deadly calm.

What followed was a fight a loud fight at that both cursing and insulting the threat of fists being thrown ever.

"You bare the mind of a half wit not worth the air he takes from the world"

"This is why no man, human demon nor Divine would look upon you in favor"

"Good I like being single, unlike you who can't seem to understand some girls would lay with you if you improved your heart and acted more in the interests of the mind and emotion then that of the flesh" that got her to pause for a moment

"Wait.. did we just make a this is why your single agruement out of the blue?"

The pig stopped to think the others watching with mixed reactions

"I do believe it has reached that point yes"

"Do you want to just say this is why your single instead of insulting each other to such degrees and agree we dislike each other?"

It was an olive branch of peace that the monk clearly wanted to be broached between the pair both having insulted the others ancestors to various degrees and other retorts.

"Do you want this swept under the rug"

"By the nine hells no I am giving some of your insults to my elder brother to add to his arsenal of things to spew forth for no reason"

"..."

There was silence again

"This is why you are single"

"Indeed it is, forever alone I am in my bed with only my own heart to keep me company"

"That is painfully saddening"

"No, that's your love life, I am content with how I am"

They talked more defusing themselves to a decent degree and making a contract or agreement of sorts to keep insults within a specified degree. Leaving them all wondering how it had gotten to that point

[limeade-l3sbian]

i feel like demeter and hera are both representations of "mature women" who may not have started off as disrespected or dishonored, but, with time, have been slandered by male-centric retellings of their stories (because god forbid older women or mothers be anything other than subservient doormats for men, i guess).

demeter is very simple--her story did not demonize her until others put their hands on it to corrupt it into a story of an overprotective shrew who hated hades for no reason. in of itself, the story is one of a mother's anguish over the abuse of her daughter. many people will argue that hades "just" abducted persephone, because the word for "rape" in ancient greek was reportedly synonymous with "abduction" (i wonder why...😒 must be a coincidence...), but, regardless of whether or not actual sexual assault took place, persephone was kidnapped and taken as the deity equivalent of a child bride. it's worth mentioning that in all classic renditions of the story, persephone did not show any feeling for hades, and, rather, was concerned about returning home to her mother. this is not a romance, it's a tragedy, and demeter's reaction was not unwarranted in the slightest.

hera, however. oh, hera. her mythos cages her in misogyny from all angles. most of her legends are about her unfairly punishing women who zeus cheated on her with, tormenting the children of those women, and all of this while zeus gets off scott free. these legends do not lend her any sympathy or provide moral lessons on how she could have better approached the situation, they merely shame her for her rage. but is hera's rage unjustified, or is it merely misdirected? this is the deity of marriage, women, and family, and she was deceived into an incestuous marriage with her brother, who she had already refused the advances of, and is now being put to shame by having everything she stands for trampled on by the husband she never wanted to begin with. zeus is an adulterer and a chauvinist, and forcing himself upon hera while maintaining these qualities make a mockery of what she stands for, as a goddess. certainly, her rage is understandable. if only the legends would allow her to protect the "other women" from zeus. if only she could get revenge upon him, instead of taking out her frustrations on the women who have been taken advantage of by the same man as she has, and the children he neglects. she should have been a representation of female resilience and solidarity, a depiction of a woman done wrong who turns things right again. if only she were that, rather than a figure men could use to shame and humiliate women.

outside of greek myth, i would say japanese legends probably have the most demonized (not necessarily as in "she is irredeemably bad," but, rather "her negative emotions make her bad / dangerous") that i know of. there are too many for me to go into detail, especially with the lack of confidence i have speaking on the matter, but for some examples: ao nyōbō and kage onna could be depictions of resentment born from restrictive gender roles, ame onna could be a depiction of the grief of a mother who lost her child (the fact she mostly takes female children feels like it has...implications, similarly to how some theorize that stories about hags and witches try to dissuade young girls from listening to the wisdom of older women), kejōrō and kerakera onna could be depictions of the wrath of prostituted women, kasane and oiwa depict a mix of domestic abuse and beauty standards pushed upon women by society, and kuchisake onna and okiku depict rage against misogynistic abuse.

very cool input and insights, anon. thank you <3

[dullweapons]

comforting :3c

send me ‘ comforting ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying ( no longer accepting cause i still got four of these to do OTL im so slow )

plot ? thinking of this being a slight alt of rays timeline : he remained sided with the gerudos during the civil war & did his best to help them recover after the war . perhaps because of his great efforts he is made gallilea's bodyguard ?? 100% can message me or ask for my discord to hash out more details if you want !

the demon sat at the top of gerudo fortress , wrapped with a small blanket around him watching the sun set as he ate some of his left over jerky . it was all he ever really ate . he didn't want to take resources from the mortal women & girls who truly needed it . ray had hoped to be alone with his thoughts - he only needed a moment to push them away . he always does but his ear twitches as the steps of another can be heard .

❝ you're supposed to be in bed . ❞ ray doesn't need to look back to know who approaches . he continues to stare off into the distance of the desert , his eye shaded in shadows . the war had happened so many years ago but it still weighs heavy on his heart : so many gerudos perished for no reason but the greed of the hylian king that demanded more & more ... that was when their princess was born . the desert rose . from a young age she had been trained for her rightful place after ganondorf dragmire ⸻ & ray was given to her as her personal bodyguard . none shall harm the princess so long as he stood .

❝ but i was thinking ... the effects of the hylians can still be felt ... those men care little for the harm they've done ⸻ they continue to do . ❞ his brow furrows and the tears build in his eyes . ray turns away from gallilea not wishing for her to be bothered by the mans trauma . it is not her responsibly ! but as the tears fall her hand comes softly to brush them away , the other softly on his shoulder to simply say ❛ i'm here ❜

he turns, looking to her with now a softness in his eyes : she was kind as she was beautiful .

❝ ... but i trust in your father to do what is right for you & your sisters ... if needed you will have my sword forever . ❞

[cosmic-frost-main]

New Legs [NSFW]

Ao3 Version: [HERE]

[Authors Note]

Audrey was thankful enough to have a new set of legs after losing her previous ones, but that doesn't mean she appreciates them not working properly.

When Audrey was freed from being fused with the Ink Demon after getting attacked by Wilson, she had thought she lost her legs during the event and was hesitant to come to terms with it.

But after waking up she was shocked to see a new pair of legs attached to her, granted more animal like and similar to the Demon's, but still legs she could use. The only problem being is that she can barely move them normally due to her body getting use to them.

"Since it's unfamiliar limbs it might take some physical therapy to get use to them."

Is what Betty said while Audrey rested on the bed, poking from the hip to her hooves with a pen for confirmation of nerve reaction. Despite the damage only being her legs it appears that the ink spread up passed her hips when giving her new legs, she couldn't really complain though.

The first few walking exercises were exhausting but were successful and only had little trips, it was thanks to both Bendy and Allison that helped keep her up straight and she was grateful especially to Allison. 

During one of her therapys that involved having to stretch her legs, Betty required Allison's help who was quick to comply and eager to begin. All Audrey had to do was lay on the bed while the angel moved each of her legs, it was slightly painful at first but the girl quickly got use to it as her muscles eased. 

"I could do it myself but the muscle reliever I'm making for her can't wait any longer and I finally found the last ingredient I needed." Betty explained calmly to Allison who nodded while on top of the flustered Audrey, before she turned and left the two alone while giving her thanks. 

The young cartoonist was use to Betty or herself doing such an exercise that when someone else was doing it felt awkward, the poor girl sheepishly laid back avoiding eye contact as Allison pushed her leg back in a stretch.

"You're more quiet today, Audrey. Are you feeling unwell?" Allison asked in slight concern but still held a faint smile, her gloveless hands groping the woman's thigh in a way that caused her face to flush more. 

"It's nothing!" Audrey stammered out, cursing herself for getting worked up over such a thing. "I'm just use to Betty helping me with this, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate you doing it."

A slight chuckle escaped the angel's lips as she stretched the other leg. "I can understand, just let me know if I'm doing something wrong." She slid her hands down near Audrey's rear to help further the stretch causing a harmless cracking sound, this was mistake number one. 

A sudden moan hitched out of Audrey's throat making them both freeze in shock, she held her hand over her mouth in embarrassment while Allison sat there in quiet shock before gradually resuming. Lord only knows how much Audrey wish to be deep in a hole at that very moment and the silence wasn't helpi-

Another moan slipped out upon fingernails brushing against her inner thigh, this one felt intentional. 

Pulling Audrey's lower torso on top her lap and pushing one of her legs down, Allison held a sheepish smirk as she moved her free hand up to the woman's groin causing her to stare wide eyed. 

Everyone knew after some peeking that Audrey like the lost ones had lacked the lower genitalia unlike her previous form since getting her legs, not that they really tried to check to see if there was for obvious reasons. 

Watching with bated breath in anticipation as Allison carefully rubbed two of her fingers against the woman's flesh, nothing was there yet Audrey's body didn't stop heating up and aching.

As she rubbed and rubbed the now damp crotch they were caught surprised when her fingers slipped into the now formed slit. Hands gripped onto Allison's arms as she slid her fingers in deeper until her knuckles met the slick folds, Audrey whimpered weakly when the fingers moved and curled. 

"Al-Allison~" The artist moaned desperately while breathing heavily, her moans rewarding her with a third finger entering her causing her back to arch. 

Suddenly a dull pain filled her groin until Allison pulled her fingers out in surprise, when looking at whatever caused the pain she was in bewildered horror to see three black tentacles had slid out of her and gradually wrap around each other to form a singular thick penis. 

"Oh wow, that's new." Allison chuckled in interest before moving her hand around the woman's member in a gentle grip, Audrey could barely contain herself when her hand stroked the sensitive flesh. 

After giving it a few strokes, Allison pulled Audrey's legs up over her shoulders and pressed her lips against the tip while resuming the handjob. The grip Audrey had on her became weak as her body tensed up from the great pleasure she was receiving, she hadn't even noticed how loud her moans were due to her head heating up. 

Sliding her free hand from the artist's tail to the centre of her spine, Allison bobbed her head around her cock and held her in place to stop her from moving too much. The angel could feel the tentacles throb and split inside her mouth trying to grab at her tongue, she couldn't help herself and circled her tongue around them allowing the precum into her mouth. 

"AHEM!" 

Freezing in place and glancing over at the source of the sound, both women stared in shock to see Betty had returned with her items and clearly displeased. 

"I wasn't even gone for 5 minutes and you two are already going at it like horny rabbits." The maiden sighed as Allison slipped Audrey's cock out of her mouth while Audrey herself covered her face in embarrassment. 

"Sorry, Betty." Allison smiled apologetically and wiped her lips, "I'd thought you'd be gone longer." She lowered Audrey's legs back down onto the bed. 

Betty walked over to the table to place her things down and cupped her chin in thought, "Though it's now given me an idea." She mumbled getting the other's attention. "Allison, come here." She beckoned the angel over who hesitantly obeyed her.

Positioning the now flustered Allison to have her leaning forward onto the table legs spread, Betty looked over at the other who stared wide eyed and also beckoned her over.

"Consider this another exercise to do for your legs." The masked maiden guided Audrey who staggered a bit to Allison and pressed her against her backside. "10 minutes each round should do finely." She grabbed Audrey's dick from behind making her gasp and pushed it deep into Allison who gripped onto the table and shuttered out a deep moan.

It didn't take long for Audrey to get into the proper movement as Betty helped guide her from behind, grabbing onto her hands and moving them to grab onto the angel's waist before gradually moving away from them to watch on.

Shuffling her feet to keep balance from her trembling legs, Audrey leaned more into Allison for support resulting in her hugging her waist while sluggishly humping her. It hadn't even been 3 minute and she was already feeling fatigued yet incredibly horny, how was she supposed to do this for 10 minutes?!

As for Allison, she did her best to keep her composer that was becoming difficult with the penile limbs rubbing and curling inside of her. Each desperate thrust made her legs buckle and her vocals rumble out a groan, it also didn't help that her sweat made it uncomfortably hard to grip onto the table. 

In a swift unexpected moment, Audrey began quickening her pace while panting out moans to Allison's surprise who quickly realised she was already reaching her climax. A sharp gasped escaped the girl as her body jolted to a stop and her seed spilled into Allison, both of them shuddering in content before slowly removing themselves from each other.

"There" Audrey panted in exhaustion before turning to Betty, her legs struggling to stand still. "Are we done?"

Betty looked at the clock and faked a sigh, "I'm afraid not, dear." She stood up and walked over to them, turning a begrudged Audrey back to a tired Allison. "You still have 4 minutes left to go."

The maiden grabbed onto to Audrey's penis from behind and began stroking it while ignoring her moans. "And don't forget that you still have more rounds to do."

The two snapped their heads towards her in surprise before exclaiming a "WHAT?!" Which fell on deaf ears as Betty pushed Audrey back into Allison and wrapped her other hand around Audrey's waist to keep her in place, quietly humming to herself while the two continued banging.

___

Slowly opening the door from the infirmary, Allison staggered out looking like a hot mess with each step slow and wobbly as she leaned against the wall for support. Only ever grunting a weak groan in response to Betty wishing her well, it took some time and a small trail of cum before she walked out of sight.

After watching her leave, Betty returned to Audrey who laid on the bed looking drained of energy her dick now melted away after a day's hard work. She sat next to her and gave her a little pat on her shoulder, "I'll say 40 minutes is a good enough time for such an work out, you two did very well today."

Her words of praise did reach Audrey who could only respond with a weak whine.

"You rest up while I fix up that lotion for you, you need the energy to do the same exercise tomorrow." Betty chipperly said as she walked over to the workstation, her words bringing that of dread to the girl as she could only lay there in defeat for tomorrow.