#anyone who knows me knows i try to stray from what most creators do with fankids

[jess-the-vampire]

What are Archie’s friends like? (if he has any)

here's some rough drafts i came up with, so they could change a bit later design or character wise

and there's a lumity child concept i have?? But i've been indecisive of which direction to go with it?? these are concept ideas but neither are fully finalized

like i said, rough drafts mostly, i think grady and dusk are closer to being done while Edith has a lot to work on....

i appreciate suggestions if any of you want to offer!

[thevanillerose]

TITAN II | YANDERE!AIZEN x TINY!READER | BLEACH

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~ ~ NOVELS ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Kidnapping / Giant/Tiny / Violence A/N: Request [10/10] for my 100 Followers Celebration!

The final request, and it’s another sequel! I’m happy Part I was a hit, and that I have an excuse to write more Yandere!Aizen because that man…that man…

He gets a whole lot scarier in this part so you’ve been warned.

Your glass prison was maddening.

The cushions beneath you were soft enough, but you yearned for your real, actual bed. You were given food, water, all the sustenance required, but none of it you could enjoy. The box was minimalist, clinical, and yet it felt like a gilded cage. Always with the same view. 

His room. The room of the giant who had captured you. 

No amount of screaming or pounding against the walls had drawn anything more than an amused glance from Aizen, who had since settled into his chair with his ever-present calm composure, sipping tea as if your capture were no more significant than securing a rare artifact.

He didn’t care. He didn’t empathize or sympathize. 

He liked it. Seeing your hopelessness. 

You paced back and forth, your tiny fists clenched, your mind racing with possibilities. There had to be a way out—there had to. You couldn’t accept this as your fate. You wouldn’t. But every time you turned to assess the glass walls, the towering figure beyond loomed in your periphery. Aizen’s gaze never strayed far, his sharp hazel eyes tracking your every move.

Even when he wasn’t present (which was a rarity) you were scared to try your luck. Any time you had, it never ended well for you. The bruises and bite marks were indicative. While he may not have gone as far as trying to kill you, clearly preferring to keep you alive, he had still done enough to start whittling away at your will. 

“It’s futile, you know,�� his voice cut through the silence, and your thoughts, like a blade, smooth and composed. He leaned back in his chair, setting down his tea with a soft clink. “You’re wasting energy flitting about like that. Save your strength.”

You froze mid-step, glaring up at him. A little anger flared, despite your nerves.

“You can’t keep me here forever. Someone will come for me. They’ll find you, and when they do—”

“They’ll what?” he interrupted, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Do you think anyone would dare challenge me here? You came because you believed yourself strong enough to defeat me. And yet…” He gestured lightly toward the glass box. “This is where that belief has brought you.”

His words stung more than you cared to admit. You wanted to believe you were tougher than this, but you had to be honest.

You’d never been more scared in your life. 

Still, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. If you just stayed determined enough, maybe you’d be able to find a way to get the hell out of here.

Maybe.

…

Later…

Aizen spent much of his time in this clinical looking excuse for a bedroom, seeming to have put most of his sinister plans on hold, or in the hands of other enemies, so he could dedicate his time to you.

It was a kind of torture. At your new size, it was all too easy for him to pick you up, push you around, squeeze you in his fist just to hear you squeak. You began to realize he had a twisted sort of love for you which had only become prevalent now. His fingertips would linger and caress on your skin in such tender patterns sometimes. He’d get this strange, blurry look in his eyes…

He wanted you. In ways you never would have expected. 

And how long he had, you didn’t know. 

Things could only get worse from here, that was something you were certain of. If this kept up, you were literally going to break. Somehow, in some way, you needed to find a way out of here.

Your opportunity came after Aizen had fed you at the usual time. At exactly midnight, much as he did at midday, he opened the box and lowered a meager portion of food inside, diced to a size you could kind of swallow. Of course, you didn’t make the mistake of trying to climb his hand to get out. Your abdomen still ached from the time you’d tried before, and he’d flicked you like a bug.

Such a simple, easy motion for him. An absolute gut punch for you. Literally.

So, no funny games. But…he had been a little neglectful this time around. You noticed the faintest gap between the glass lid and its frame after he set it back in place, and walked out of the room. 

Your heart leapt. It wasn’t much, but it was something. 

As it was midnight now, the gigantic menace had to rest. Surprisingly human, for such a monster, to lay down and rest his head against the pillow below him with such a peaceful expression. 

Now’s the best chance I’ll get.

Quietly, you made your way over to the cushion corner closest to the gap. Taking a deep breath, you crouched down low, built momentum, and jumped up with all the strength you could muster. It took a few tries, a lot of effort, but you managed to reach and hook your fingers around the hard edge of the box. 

Grunting, the soles of your bare feet slipping and sliding as they tried to find grip against the glass, you managed to haul yourself up and squeezed your body through the gap under the lid.

Finally, you slipped through. Jumping down, you landed on the desk with a delicate thud.

Freedom.

Now, you just had to get the hell out of dodge before he found you.

If he did…

If he did…

A horrible chill struck through your petite little body, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering with fearful thoughts. You didn’t want to think about it. 

The vast desk stretched out like a white wasteland, but you were focused on the edge, on freedom, on escape. Running over, you sought some way down that wouldn’t leave you dead on the floor as a crumpled mess, but his room was minimalist enough there was nothing stray you could cling or jump onto.

And, it was too late anyway. 

You could feel his presence before you heard him—like a storm cloud gathering behind you. You didn’t even have to look.

“Going somewhere?”

His voice, smooth and low, cut through the stillness like a blade. You froze in an instant, every hair on your body standing on end. Slowly, with a dread that made your stomach churn, you turned to see him.

Aizen was awake, standing right over you, his figure dipped in shadow. His hazel eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, boring into you with a mix of amusement and something darker. The dark cast chiseled shadows on his bare, muscled chest.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, his smile stretching into something sharp, something cruel. His tone was cruel yet calm, almost bored, and you trembled. You stumbled back instinctively, panic clawing at your chest. 

Think of an excuse! Think of an excuse!

“I-I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. “Weren’t trying to run? Weren’t defying me? Lying doesn’t suit you, little one.”

Just run!

You bolted abruptly, running for the edge, desperate for something, anything, even willing to take a leap of total faith if that was what it took—but you’d barely made it two steps before his hand descended. 

His fingers curled around you, the force of his grip knocking the air from your lungs and throwing you backwards. You thrashed and kicked, your tiny fists pounding against his skin, but it was like hitting solid stone.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, lifting you to his face. His smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of cold fury. Any amusement was gone. He was plainly pissed.

“Do you know how insulting this is? I could have killed you long ago. A horrible death. Yet I spared you. And this is how you repay me?”

His grip tightened, the pressure making your ribs creak. You gasped, struggling for breath, your vision blurring as panic set in. “P-please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” His laugh was sharp, bitter, like the crack of a whip. His thumb jammed up sharply against your gullet, choking you, forcing your head back like he might snap it off entirely.

“No, you’re not sorry. Not yet.”

Without warning, he slammed you down onto the desk, the impact sending pain shooting through your body. You screamed, but there was no time to recover. His hand pinned you in place, his fingers pressing down just enough to make you wheeze. 

“You need to understand something,” he said, his voice calm and deliberate, but his eyes burning. “You belong to me. You are mine. And I do not tolerate disobedience.”

He lifted you again, your body hanging limp and aching, holding you by the waist, his grip tighter this time, his thumb pressing against your chest now, invasively, in a way that made it even harder to breathe. 

“And yet you insist on it,” he said softly, his tone almost mocking. “Disobeying me. Trying to leave me. Do you want me to punish you?”

He tightened his grip again, the pressure making your vision go white. You clawed at his fingers, your body writhing in desperation, but he didn’t let up this time. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for air, the world tilting dangerously around you.

He’s going to crush me! He’s going to…kill me!

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice soft but cold. “To see how far I’ll go? To test the limits of my patience?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg. Your body struggled feebly, your breaths shallow and ragged. He watched you intently, his expression unreadable, before his grip loosened just enough for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air.

“You’re lucky,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I could end this right now. One squeeze, and it would all be over. But that would be too easy…wouldn’t it…”

His dangerous gaze flickered aside suddenly, to the edge of the desk. It was easy for you to see then, the cogs in his mind turning maliciously, and dread took hold.

“Aizen–”

Swiftly, he swung you over the drop, dangling you in the open air, only his pinching thumb and forefinger keeping you from a deadly plummet. Your heart stopped, your body going rigid as you stared down at the distant ground. 

“A fall from here would kill you,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “Shall we see how far you can fly?”

“NO!” you screamed, your voice raw with terror. “P-please, don’t—!”

His smile returned, sharp and wicked. “Then remember this feeling,” he said softly, pulling you back to safety. “Remember what it means to defy me.”

Lifting you before his handsome, huge face, you saw his lips curl into a relaxed, smug smile again, his gaze hooded and raking slowly over your little form, his breath heated when he spoke.

“It would be a shame, if I lost my precious little pet so soon.”

You swallowed thickly, flushing, looking away. The tip of his finger guided your head back to look at him again.

“I still have so many things I want to do to you…”

‘Do to you’.

Not with you. To you.

You felt sick. You didn’t even want to imagine it. 

“You’ll never try that again,” he said, his voice soft but malice-filled. “Because next time, I won’t be so merciful.”

His fingertip moved from your jaw to your heated cheek, gently dabbing away the tears that now wouldn’t stop falling. You sniffed and sobbed, giving up. 

Aizen, content with that, returned you to your prison, making sure the top was secured this time by placing a heavy book atop it. As he turned away to return to bed, you collapsed onto the cushions as well, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your chest heaved with ragged wails, which you tried to muffle behind your quivering hands so he wouldn’t be angered again. Your mind raced with fear and despair. 

He had been right about one thing. You’d remember this. You’d remember it every time you thought about running, every time you dreamed of freedom.

Because now you knew: he wouldn’t just stop you. He would break you.

Like my writing? I can write for you! Check out my WRITING COMMISSIONS! DECEMBER SALE: 25% OFF!

[ultravioart]

On a positive note, the comic for Hazard actually was interesting enough to make me look past his 'safe' for a punk character design. I'm hyped!

I did not expect overwatch to directly call out systemic ableism and classism in the story.

Kids in poverty being funneled into a military pipeline only to be spat out and cast aside as disabled vets in poverty is a very real issue in the world.

If Hazard was rich, he could have afforded prosthesis that actually fit him, ones that didn't cause him pain. Instead, only bc he could not afford better ones, the system gave him the bare minimum for survival, and instead of actually dealing with the root cause and issue they gave him pain meds. In his eyes, this was done so that the system could pay him to shut up, or face consequences. No different than what his parents went through. They wouldn't even give him the respect to tell him WHY the deadly crash that maimed him happened, nor do anything to prevent OTHERS from being hurt in the same way. The system is working as intended. The system didn't care about him, nor others. The system uses it's citizen's bodies for profit.

This panel hits so hard because visual story telling wise it says so much.

In this panel, the stray animal that saved his life is the only one who cares, as the fellow human beings he fought to keep safe as a veteran walk past him at full pace.

How in this panel, his disability is 'blocking the path' of the able bodied, his very existence a 'hindrance' to the able bodied, when the hospital path really ought to be the one taken into account for. Pushed out the door into a system that was never designed for him. Yet, anyone could be in his shoes. Anyone could become disabled, poor, or neglected. Anyone could become just another 'stray mutt' in the system.

How in this panel he is posed in a way where he has the choice to turn and 'go with the flow' of the system and follow the crowd and not look back.... or go 'against the flow' in the opposite direction of the crowd looking for other 'strays' like him left behind by this system.

Honestly props to the comic creators for even discussing systemic oppression to dorectly.

I also am incredibly interested in seeing if Sombra got her spine mods from the Phreaks or not, because it looks like similar tech in her short.

I just hope that the Phreaks are more RobinHood and 'guerilla warfare against the system to spark change', rather than purely anarchists blowing everything up bc lol. The Phreaks being anarchists would be a waste of story, just another gang that became radicalized and corrupt and causes harm and must be defeated by Overwatch. (I am only worried about this because Ramattra became radicalized and demonized for trying to prevent the extinction of omnics. Ramattra is fully in his right to physically resist omnic extinction bc omnics ARE finite and being killed. We STILL don't know what those null sector helmets are for... but for some reason Ramattra is written as emotionally hasty(???) to the point of horrible accidents happening, which makes no sense since he is a R-7000 built for war TACTICS, not an emotional human that can misremember. The way Ramattra's story is handled doesn't make sense imo, they write him as if he's a biological being.)

I hope Hazard aims for accountability and dismantling of oppressive systems, rather than having no rules at all thru anarchy (he as a child saw what no rules in small doses gave him: bad homelife, bad school life, no accountability, no fostering of the mind and well being. That's why I think making the Phreaks anarchists would be stupid to do. There are systems that CAN foster mental and physical wellbeing, cooperation is one of those systems and Hazard is pro cooperation.) He did have an "eye for an eye" against the forces that took out the Phreaks in Morocco, but to be fair Oasis is using minority report 'predictive crime ai' bs so I can't blame Hazard for wanting to hit Oasis where it hurts by stealing thier most secret tech. (Perhaps Sombra helped the Phreaks/gave them that clue since Sombra is against the eye conspiracy, and that eye conspiracy is connected to Oasis)

I also hope Hazard's character is used to discuss the discrimination disabled people face in the Overwatch world, because they really dropped the ball with Soujorn on that front. (Her book used ableism... as a metaphor for racism?!?! Awful stuff. Cyborg (life saving surgery for disabled) people canonically face discrimination in overwatch.)

Because of that, I am super interested in hearing Hazard's voice interactions for lore, I hope we get more lore on omnics and Oasis and the Sombra eye conspiracy, and I am curious about Hazard's kit and what he will bring to the table matchup wise. We will probably get more eye conspiracy lore with the release of the Morocco map tho, tbf.

[crazilust]

Revati, Pisces, water, losses

Just watched a youtube video (creator: luna giiselle) about water signs and how because of the nature of water, they tend to get completely strayed away sometimes because they absorb others’ energies even at their own detriment.

Pisces being the one with the the most tendency to lose themselves in others and to become whatever someone projects onto them.

I always hated my pisces placement in my Tropical chart (being in mercury) but when I learned that I was a whole Pisces sun (Revati nak) in Vedic, at first I was completely devasted honestly lol.

I used to hate the part of me who would adapt to anyone, and become their most fulfilling fantasy because I hated how empty I became afterwards. A vessel. A vessel for them.

I’m not sure yet how I can even channel this as a strength. I mean, it must be, right? But I don’t know what to do with this energy.

When I was younger, it used to manifest as me being friends with any types of people. Up to sketchy people who’d commit petty fraud to uptight church going people. And I would just adapt my attitude, language, jokes to whoever I was talking to. I used to refer to myself as a chameleon alot.

Until I realized, when I grew up, that it wasn’t that much of a good thing, especially when it came to getting to know who I really was at my core.

Even today, as I reminisce on my last toxic relationship, I can’t stop judging myself for all the times I became someone else for him.

I met him when I was at my lowest (isn’t it always the case?), and I had to take a break from my own life. And then, there he was, just like a damn wolf ready to sink his teeth into me the moment I was weak enough. He projected everything he couldn’t be onto me.

If I have to be completely honest, for a brief moment, it felt freeing. To be someone else while my life was going to shit. To be this ideal that only existed for him.

Luna mentioned this in her video, how Pisces will kind of enjoy (more so than other water signs) the transmutation. And I did. Until I lost myself. Until when I wanted to come back to myself (or the person I thought I was), he criticized me to no end.

I’m so mad at myself for not putting up enough boundaries, for letting myself being totally consumed and immersed in his energy, who was literal poison for me.

I’m trying to work on it, but I don’t want to work on it from a place of hate, I want to work on it from a place of understanding and compassion.

I used to hate Pisces because it reflects the part of myself that has been the most abused.

I have to heal that part of myself and love it, and recognize its strengths. I’m not sure how yet, I don’t even know if it’ll happen, but I just want to try.

[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - thirteen

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: the feels, cursing, Alix being terrible 

word count: 2.9k

twelve | masterlist

tag list:   @elizacusi-blog @mal-adaptive-dreams @thebuckybarnesvault @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @vonalyn @cakesandtom

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest

For a house full of blood-sustaining beings, there is food being made at any given moment. Strange, yes, but with both Wyatt and Y/N, it only made sense to have food available. 

When they’d arrived at the estate, a host of people were there to maintain it while Bucky was away. In efforts to keep a low profile, he’d dismissed almost everyone but a handful. The only two that Y/N comes into contact with are the cook, Ana Cristina, and the housekeeper, Luca. There are two other young men who she sees outside but they never venture close enough to the estate’s guests to talk. 

Ana Cristina is puttering around the kitchen, wicker basket in hand, and muttering to herself as she checks over the kitchen’s inventory. Y/N catches glimpses of her rich green skirt that is hidden beneath an embroidered black apron as she moves around. Stray steel gray hairs float from under her matching headscarf but the elderly woman doesn’t seem to notice. She mumbled something in Romanian under her breath as she set the basket down to pull on a black sweater. In doing so, Ana Cristina catches Y/N watching her from the kitchen doorway. 

“Dragă,” she chuckles as she gestures for Y/N to come in, “Are you hungry?”

Y/N shakes her head and timidly walks into the other woman’s domain. The many instruments of Ana Cristina’s craft line the walls and ceiling even of the stone room. She comes to stand next to the long wooden table that acts as an island and marvels at the array of food before her. Bread of all kinds is alongside freshly picked fruits and vegetables while packaged meats sit, awaiting to be prepared for later. 

Busy consumed with the painting before her, Y/N doesn’t notice that Bucky has taken her place in the doorframe. He opts to hang back, leaning on the wood with his arms crossed so the two women can talk without him. 

“Ana Cristina,” Y/N begins as she plucks a plum from a basket of fruit, “can I ask you something?” 

The cook nods. 

“What does dragă mean? Bucky calls me that sometimes and I haven’t been able to figure it out. I’m assuming it’s not anything bad if you call me it too,” she starts to ramble but Ana Cristina interrupts. 

“My dear or darling, either one really.”

“Oh.”

Ana Cristina raises an eyebrow at her short answer, “Were you expecting something else? My love perhaps?” 

Y/N looks at her startled, “What? No. I… no that’s it.”

“I may be old but I’m not blind. I see how you look at each other, longing eyes and yearning. It was cute at first but now,” she drifts off before setting her sharp gaze on Y/N, “there’s something more. He is as skittish as a fox and in the many years I’ve worked for him, he has never brought anyone outside of his family here, to his home. You being here means more than you could ever know. I tell you this not because I’m trying to scare you but to ask you to be gentle with him. He is strong but when that man loves, it’s deeply and in the most profound ways. I trust that you’ll do right by him.” 

She finishes with a small smile and a soft pat on Y/N’s hand which is still holding the plum. Her gaze moves to something behind Y/N and she’s gone, skirts swishing out the back door before Y/N can ask who she’s looking at. 

Dread and embarrassment fill her body when she turns and spots Bucky behind her. She quickly turns back around so he can’t see how utterly horrified she is that he heard what Ana Cristina said and suggested. 

“I see you got the parent talk from her,” he teases as he walks to the other side of the table, “Although it’s more of a grandma talk coming from her.” 

Dressed in a blue sweater and jeans, Bucky is still a vision of desire to Y/N. If the previous conversation hadn’t been enough to embarrass her, she can see that he senses her body’s reaction to him by the way he takes deep, regulating breaths. 

“You could say that,” she says, voice cracking ever so slightly. 

His ring catches the light from the window above the sink as he drifts his hand over the same fruit bowl she’d picked her plum from earlier. Once again, she’s mesmerized by the sharp angles and smooth planes that encompass the thick central onyx stone. Simple in its design, the intimidation and captive effect it has come from the confidence that Bucky wears it with. 

Noticing she’s fixated on it, he offers up a tidbit of information to lure her into a more in-depth conversation, “I was told it’s supposed to help with self-control and protect me against negative energy.” 

She makes a confused face, but it falls when she processes that he’s talking about his ring. 

“It’s not like a sunlight ring?” 

“A what?” 

“A sunlight ring. Like a ring that protects you from the sunlight.” 

It’s his turn to make a confused face, “Are you suggesting that I will spontaneously combust if I go outside?” 

“ It’s a part of every vampire story. You can’t blame me for getting that part wrong.” 

“ Well, I’m not a vampire so,” he shrugs off the idea and takes a bite out of a plum much to her surprise. 

“It’s the same thing; vampire and Strigoi.” 

“ no, it’s really not. Vampires don’t exist.” 

“I thought up until three months ago that Strigoi didn’t exist either.”

“ Maybe if you had taken me up on that date, you’d have known sooner,” he suggests, looking her dead in the eye to gauge her reaction. Instead of taking the bait, she rolls her eyes and returns to looking at the kitchen in all its glory.

“ Would you like me to make you something?” 

“Do  you even know how to cook?”

“I’m starting to worry about where you got your information about me because whoever it was, did a terrible job.” 

“Considering no one has really told me anything, I blame you.”

His tongue pokes at his bottom lip, “You haven’t asked and I'm not in the habit of offering up information.”

She looks him up and down, “That much is apparent.” 

A beat passes as they stare each other down. Y/N wrinkles her nose at his defiant attitude and busies herself with anything but him. 

“I was human at one point and I had to feed myself, so yes I know how to cook.” 

“Now he talks,” Y/N teases from over her shoulder as she reads over the various spices on the wall opposite of them, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Bucky gets to work at impressing her with his cooking abilities. He gathers a variety of ingredients he will no doubt be lectured about taking without asking Ana Cristina. As he begins his prep, Y/N finds a well-loved wooden stool and moves it to the table so she can sit and watch him. Content with being given an unadulterated view of him, she watches in amazement as Bucky finds peace in his work. The movements of prep and analyzing the ingredients before him seem to bring him a calm he doesn’t enjoy often. A part of her yearns to know who taught him to cook, to know who instilled this apparent love of food into a foodless creature. The lack of conversation leads her down a different mental path and a voice nags at her to interrogate him about other things. 

“How much do you know about me?” 

“As much as you would think,” He throws back, unphased by her sudden voice. 

Seeing a challenge, she decides to test him even more, “what’s my favorite color?” 

“Blue.”

“Wrong, it's yellow.”

He gives her a confused look. 

“It compliments my skin better. What am I allergic to?”

“You say Avocado but you just don’t like the texture,” he rattles off as he begins to chop some radishes and carrots. 

“What am I really allergic to?”

“Mangos and kiwis.”

“Did you read my medical records, Jesus?” She says with complete shock at his rapid-fire answers. She drops her elbows to rest on the table so she can lean toward him ever so slightly. 

“I did.”

“Are you being for real?”

He shrugs, “Death by fruit platter doesn’t sound pleasant.” 

“How sweet,” her mind drifts to questions about him, “What’s your name?”

He raises an eyebrow, “Bucky.”

“Full name. It’s only fair.”

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

“How old are you?”

“So full of questions today,” he chuckles, “227.”

“You’re 227 years old but you have a very obviously modern name?” 

“Are you asking for my birth name, you creep?”

“Says the man who literally read my medical records,” she retorts, “When someone says full name, they typically mean the name you were given at birth.” 

“Ion Sava Bogdi Bucur.”

“That’s a mouthful.”

“You asked,” he says, playfully waving his knife in her direction, “haven’t you learned to not ask questions you don’t want the answer to?”

“Touché,” she lets her gaze drift down his body as he goes back to his chopping. Her eyes wander to where his tattoos are hidden just beneath his tight black shirt. Curiosity grows like an infection and before she can cure it, the words tumble out,  “I like your tattoos.”

He pauses his knife and glances up from under his lashes at her with a small smirk, “Thank you.” 

More words jump up her throat at the small acknowledgment, “What do they mean?” 

“A lot of things.”

“Like?”

He pulls at the collar of his shirt to reveal a series of runes that line both of his collarbones, “Eternal life is the grapevines, the eyes are protection, and the diamonds are fertility.” 

“Fertility?” 

“I just said that, didn't I?” 

She scoffs at his sass, “You are on one today, my god. I was clarifying to make sure l heard right.”

“Maybe,” he starts as he sets his knife down and levels his paralyzing gaze on her, “it’s because you look like THAT and it’s taking every ounce of strength I have right now to stay where I’m at.” 

Y/N freezes at his words, eyes going wide and breathing hitching in her chest. Panic isn’t the word for the feeling that is rising quickly within her but she knows that defining it for what it is would prove to be dangerous for her. When hunger grows in him, a NEED develops in her. 

“I'm just wearing overalls, I don’t see how tempting they can be.”

His gaze is unwavering as it takes down her form, “it’s not about the overalls.”

“Then what is it?”

“Leave it,” he drops his eyes back at the cutting board and goes back to his task, albeit neither his heart nor head are in it. 

Feeling brave now that she’s being pinned down, Y/N stands and keeps her own watchful eye on Bucky as she slowly makes her way to his side. Even though he’s not physically looking at her, she can feel him watching her every move. When she takes a step closer, he slows his knife movements and grips It tighter. When she rounds the end, he puts the knife down entirely to rest his hands on the edge. When she’s within arm’s length, he takes a deep breath but quickly regrets it as her smell overpowers him. 

“I want to understand,” she tries to persuade him into talking more, “how are baggy overalls and a tank top that tempting for you?” 

He gives her a pained look, silently pleading with her to leave it alone. Y/N doesn’t take heed and sets her hand on top of his. 

“Help me understand you.”

The pained look fades into one of disastrous relief when she touches him. He lets her trail her hand up his arm, savoring the domestic touch but stops her when she reaches his bicep. 

“I can’t… it’s hard to explain until you’ve felt it.” 

“Try at least.”

“There’s a pull to you that I can’t fight. It feels like there’s a string tied to the both of us and it won’t stop pulling on me. I thought getting closer to you would make it stop but it’s made it worse. The…the only time,” he trails off as he struggles to find the words, “the only time it stopped was when you let me drink from you but now it’s even stronger.”

She nods along as he speaks, drawing light patterns into his skin through his shirt with her fingertips to relax him. 

“It’s happened before… with Celeste.”

Her patterns stop, “did it go away?”

He hesitates, eyes darting across her face to find any reason to confuse this truth with her but he finds nothing. Curiosity and understanding are all that he finds in her breathtaking features and it kills him to even have thought of lying to her. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts and turns so he can look at her. Resting his hip against the table’s edge, he forces himself to stay open to her even if it feels like a deep violation of everything he knows. Vulnerability is required of him and Y/N deserves to see him try after everything she’s been through.

“After she turned. It didn’t go away, it…it felt like it was satisfied.” 

“The pull? Would bond be a better word?” 

“Maybe.” 

When he’d turned to face her, her hand had fallen away to give him space. Something in her cries out at the loss of contact and she takes a step forward to resume her pattern-making in his skin. Pushing her limits, she continued up his bicep and over his collarbone to trace over the tattoos he’d shown her moments ago. The Y/N mere weeks ago would’ve made fun of an eternal being with a fertility tattoo but the Y/N of today decides against it. 

She drops her hand to his chest and rests it there, “the man on your chest, who is he?” 

“Sava the Goth, he was the saint I was named after.”

She asks Bucky to tell her the story of the martyr and listens wholeheartedly as he recounts the tale his father always told him. The irony of both his pagan origins and orthodox endings strikes her as he speaks. Sava denounced the pagan and idolatrous ways of his captors only to be martyred for his beliefs hence why he became a saint. Y/N assumes that Bucky would be joyful in his retailing of the account however a sadness came in as it had when he spoke of the runes. It seems as though there is a deeper level to his connection with the runes but he doesn’t offer up more information as is his MO. 

“Would I be wrong if I thought your dad is the one who named you?” 

“What gave it away?”

“The very obvious religious trauma. No one gets religious tattoos unless they’re a devout follower or suffered at the hands of the church. That and Ana Cristina may have let it slip one time that your mom was a witch.” 

He chuckles lightly while he grabs her wrist that’s still resting on his chest and gives it an experimental tug, “Did she say anything else?”

Allowing him to draw her, Y/N wrinkles her nose and smiles, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” 

“No, no you need to tell me everything she told you,” Bucky says as he slyly maneuvers them so she’s pinned against the table. 

“It’ll cost you.”

“Name your price.”

“I want to see Celeste.”

“Isabel for the love of god, shut the actual fuck up,” Juliette snaps at the woman who’s been talking nonstop for the last two hours of their flight. 

She gasps in horror and looks to Alix for her to defend her however she’s met with a low chuckle. 

“Finally someone said it,” John laughs. 

Isabel shrinks into her seat and her face grows red with humiliation. Brock snickers at the ordeal while John and he go over ways to attack. Her sniffles start out unnoticeable until Alix makes a show of checking to see if she’s crying. 

“Awe,” she starts, wiping away the fat tears that roll down Isabel’s cheeks, “did Juliette hurt your feelings?”

She nods. 

“Juliette, apologize now,” Alix demands without looking up. 

The offending woman mutters a quiet and insincere apology. Satisfied that neither of the lower Lycan will be a bother, Alix gives her attention back to the men and their planning. 

“Kill everyone on sight. I don’t care if they’re Strigoi or not, I don’t want any survivors except for Y/N.”

John makes an alarmed face, “Isn’t Peggy’s kid there?” 

“No survivors,” Alix repeats. 

The tension in the small plane grows thick with the weight of her words. John looks to Brock who is mirroring his expression but neither even dares to argue with their pack leader. 

“Understood,” John forces himself to say. 

Even when their conversation moves forward, the words still hang above them all and they begin to internally question what they got themselves into. 

[therainbowwillow]

I am not by any means someone who has a large platform on the internet, but seeing as my most popular post of all time, seen by tens of thousands of people, was on hbomberguy's Plagiarism and You(Tube), I would like to publicly get my thoughts straight on what has happened since.

I've seen a lot of discussion about who is to blame for James' recent mental health crisis and I would like to firmly state that hbomberguy (and Kat, his producer), others who made good faith videos on the situation (The Ace Couple, Jessie Gender, Todd in the Shadows), and people who commented on the situation in good faith are not to blame in the slightest. At the same time, I understand that the sudden loss of support, friends, and a career undoubtedly harmed James Somerton and that it is upsetting to me to see anyone put in that position, regardless of their actions. I believe that hbomberguy used his platform responsibly. From the beginning, I noticed that he was making clear, intentional choices regarding his treatment of the situation, including framing Nick as a possible victim rather than an accomplice to the plagiarism, reminding his audience not to harass James Somerton, and refusing to stoop to personal attacks in his video. Having seen hbomberguy's professional handling of the situation, I believe that he is a person who has a good understanding of the sway he has online and how to use that power delicately. I'm sure a choice was made weighing the benefit of speaking out against the possible harm and I believe that hbomberguy & crew made the correct decision. The same goes for The Ace Couple, Jessie Gender, and Todd in the Shadows. I think it is a creator's duty to understand that regardless of how professionally they treat a situation, there are bound to be some bad actors in their audience who will attempt to harass others in their name. It seems to me that all of these creators understood that and made an educated decision to speak out publicly. Had they kept quiet, harm would have continued to be done to the authors and artists who had their work stolen and monetized by someone who did not fairly compensate them (or even acknowledge their existence). With this in mind, I do believe that it is important to have empathy for James as well. I understand feeling hurt, betrayed, and skeptical of the legitimacy of everything he says from this point on, knowing what we know now about how he built his career. I have those feelings myself. They are valid. However, there is no situation in which people should be publicly speculating on the legitimacy of his mental health struggles or celebrating his suffering. I do believe that James knew what he was doing, I believe he knew that he was causing some harm (to what extent he understood that, no one but James can say), and I do believe that it was wrong. At this point, the community does as well. I think the best thing for him would've been to step away from the internet, but at the same time, I understand why he did not. He went from being a fairly popular online queer voice to one of the community's most hated content creators. I imagine there was some whiplash and confusion and that it must've been upsetting and scary. James did not make the right decision in trying to come back and that poor choice was his own, but at the same time, I don't think there's much use in rehashing that to him in the comments of his apology or on Twitter.

I don't think it would've been any better to let his actions fade to complete obscurity, but I also believe that trying to hold him immediately accountable was doomed from the start. If there was a path forward as a content creator, James strayed far from it. Regardless, I think the moral thing to do right now is to treat him with grace and not speculate about his honesty or intentions online. I hesitate to invalidate people's concerns, but regardless, they don't belong in the public sphere at this moment.

Ultimately, I wish James the best. I hope he finds safety, comfort, and happiness going forwards. I also wish hbomberguy & team as well as all the other creators and audience members who spoke to their experiences in good faith all the best. These people are not to blame for James' mental health struggles. If we mean to reduce as much harm as possible, I think the ideal path forwards is show empathy for everyone involved and lay the idea of blame to rest.

[cosmic-kinglet]

Okay, so some GREAT feelings and some TERRIBLE feelings after THOSE two videos!

Let's just get the terrible out of the way, I guess! So...Moon. Wow. He's LITERALLY arguing with himself over how to continue forward. And, from the words of the 'old Moon', it's not even the ACTUAL old Moon in their head! Moon has strayed so far away from himself that he's basically created a 'new' old Moon from what he KNOWS about the actual old Moon combined with his OWN morals! And, I'm absolutely hung up on him muttering to himself about how he WANTS to go back and try to make things better again. He doesn't really want to be going out on his own, knowing his siblings are entirely against what he's doing. And yet, he feels like he's too far gone, and that he's already done too much, to go back now.

And now, he's even thinking about spying on his siblings using drones, ALL because he's worried Eclipse is getting close to Earth! Granted, he doesn't know that Eclipse DOESN'T have bad intentions. But...still not liking where things are going with that. And, most shocking, he's considering joining forces with the creator?!?! I just...it hurts to barely recognize someone I've so strongly seen myself in.

Although, from the sounds of things, he hasn't come up with an exact plan yet. This at least means Sun has a bit more time to get HIS plan ready. And he'd BETTER consider what total isolation would do to Moon and have himself (or really ANYONE) there with Moon the entire time!

Still keeping with the not great stuff, Earth is farther in self-doubt than she's ever been before. As she said, Moon's words were kind of just the final straw for her.

But, this is where the feelings get better. Right now, no amount of comfort from her siblings or from Monty is helpful. In her mind, they're just trying to make sure she's happy, so they'll tell her these things, even if they aren't actually true. But then, there's Eclipse, who has no real need to lie to make her feel better. He's going to say exactly what he's thinking (except the nice stuff that he isn't ready to acknowledge yet). Honestly, what makes this all for me is that Eclipse seemed to show up there with the SOLE purpose of checking on Earth. He didn't do ANYTHING else after getting there, and he left as soon as his conversation with Earth was over. Genuinely, I cannot get over them slowly becoming closer! Earth needs that extremely blunt honesty, and Eclipse has someone who just genuinely cares about him, despite who he was modeled after.

On that note, I also need to just mention how much I LOVE his little "uh-huh"s as Earth is venting! Like...he really just has no idea how to have actual conversation, but he is TRYING! He's just like 'this is the sound one makes to show they're listening', and it absolutely takes me out every time! XD

[bumblingbabooshka]

Hey! I was just wondering what your thoughts on Janeway x Seven were? (Love your content btw, it makes me happy)

Janeway/Seven Aesthetics, Themes: God & Her Angel. Creator and Creation -> Monster Movie, It's Alive!, Works of Art. Overbearing expectation. Overwhelming conditional love. "I'd die for you, I'd do anything for you" and meaning it. Requited but Unconsummated love (to 'consummate' here has no sexual connotation but a sense of being 'complete'). Unexpressed but constant pressure. Biting the hand that feeds you. Being keenly observed. A Certain Type of Control being mistaken for care. "I know what's best for you". The lofty and the ungraspable. Teacher/Student. Ant vs Machine. Sad old timey people in photographs standing too far away to see their faces. Telling someone to 'run' while holding the scruff of their neck. Womanhood and Personhood as idealized concepts. Womanhood and Personhood as performance. Hypocrisy. Benevolent[?] Gods are still Gods in the end. Idealization of the other until they can only disappoint or awe you <- Inability to truly see eye-to-eye. Mother/Father Issues. Power Imbalance. Victorian era. The 20's. Perfection and the yearning for it. It's difficult to love someone who means and is so much to you. Who is no longer another person but a complex web of identities that sometimes clash or contradict one another.

I like Janeway/Seven but only in a very specific way! I feel like most of the ways I see it are too boring for me personally to be invested. In my mind it's a relationship that would never actually come to pass (Janeway would ultimately not allow it even if she encouraged it - mixed signals) but which would take up a large portion of both of their minds and lives. Janeway is Everything to Seven. She's her worst enemy and the love of her life and she killed her and she gave her new life and she's the reason for all her suffering, all her joy. Infuriating and exhilarating. Deeply confusing. Janeway meanwhile sees Seven as a poor little thing, as dangerous, as a work of art, as herself, as something that can be MORE than what she is now, as an attractive woman, a child, her friend, her subordinate, a concept, an ingenue, a genius etc. Are you trying to make me A woman or Your woman? Am I a human before that? Am I a person first or your subordinate first? If you're nothing like the Borg why does this feel so familiar? [Receiving orders and carrying them out, bending to your will eventually even if we bicker beforehand.] "You're free to do what you want, Seven." [Within reason.] "You don't have to obey anyone, Seven." [Except me.] "This is your life, Seven. Your identity to do what you want with." [Except when I don't agree.] Seven: I don't want this. Janeway: You don't know what you want. Seven: I don't like this. Janeway: You will, eventually. Seven: What if I want to do something else? Janeway: You won't. It's what you are, don't resist it. / Resistance is futile. Janeway says that Seven can do as she pleases but as the captain of a starship she cannot actually allow that. And as a person who has a history of strong moral opinions on what is right and wrong (and a further history of asserting these opinions as factual, rules, and to be adhered to by others) she probably wouldn't have been the best person to explore one's humanity with even if they had been equals in regards to rank. I don't mean to make Janeway a villain in saying this, I earnestly think it's a very interesting facet of her personality. Flaws build character and Janeway has a tendency to impose very high standards for herself and those around her. Whatever Seven did and does would be taken by Janeway as a reflection of herself in my mind. Seven the person exists because Janeway gave her life, after all. This is inescapable v_v No matter how far Seven strays from Janeway's original vision of/for her - she will always be in the shadow of it. It's a debt that can never be repaid and not because Janeway desires to hold it above her head (she explicitly would NOT) - it's just the nature of the thing. The situation might not be ideal but damn sure someone or something's gonna be idealized. So conclusion I very much like Seven/Janeway but only in a specific way which makes most content for it not really my thing..hEHEHE. The worst predicament.

[ad0rechuu]

open . . . 📁⌗౨ৎ REQUESTS .ᐟ

© adorechuu’s guidelines for when you want to request, however the requests are closed for now, come again soon !

[ REQUESTS : TEMPORARILY CLOSED ] ⋆ [ MASTERLISTS ] ⋆ [ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ]

i. ━━━━ THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW .ᐟ

before you request please keep in mind that my target audience for all fics is and will without exception always be people with dark skin, i’m not a native english speaker, also writing takes time some might be faster than others and i have the right to not write your request if i’m not interested or if it makes me uncomfortable, minors do not interact with 18+ works please and also don’t forget to read the rules!!

please don’t forget to give feedback, not only on my works but all works you read! i cannot stress enough how much it helps to motivate writers

ii. ━━━━ WHO I WRITE FOR .ᐟ

i will take requests for kpop and all obey me characters

i’ll mainly write for ━━ ateez: ot8, the boyz: ot11, stray kids: ot8, riize: ot7, aespa: ot4, seventeen: ot:13, red velvet: ot4, snsd: ot9, twice: ot9, itzy: ot5, onlyoneof: ot7, blackswan ot3 !

but i’ll also take requests for ━━ le sserrafim: ot5, nct: ot21, victon: ot7, astro: ot6, exo: ot11, mamamoo: ot4, g-idle: ot6, loona: ot12, shinee: ot5, stayc: ot6, nmixx: ot7, txt: ot5, purple kiss: ot7 !

iii. ━━━━ WHAT I WILL WRITE .ᐟ

headcanons/reactions, blurbs and smau scenarios requests are all encouraged, i’m not sure about full-length fics yet.

i’m okay with most genre’s and aus as long as i’m interested in it! i’ll write mostly gn! reader for shorter fics but f! reader is also okay and also dom, switch and sub reader

iv. ━━━━ WHAT I WON’T WRITE .ᐟ

ships, anything other than platonic for anyone born in 05 or later (or luke), marriage, anything discriminatory, m! reader, the good girl bad boy trope, pregnancy (but parenting is fine) !

i also won’t write a very specific reader or pale/short reader. please don’t send requests that aren’t exclusive or could potentially be hurtful/harmful to other readers either !

i’m not very well versed in nsfw but i’m willing to try but all though i prefer writing suggestive, there are limits of course: no water sports/scat, romanticization of abuse, noncon (cnc is okay), step/incest, gp! reader/pegging, mama or papa as a kink, race/age play, edging, anal !

v. ━━━━ HOW TO REQUEST;

please follow the layout down below somewhat when you send the ask, it would really help for me to keep things organized in my head:

character/idol (s): type of story: prompt and/or plot: any special mentions for the request:

prompt lists! ━━ credits to the creators: touching | hugging | kissing | intertwining hands | 50 dialogue prompts (fluff & angst) | various prompts | angst dialogue prompts | comfort prompts | a list of prompts

you can combine prompts or a plot and prompts! also prompts don’t have to be from this list but if it’s not from the lists above or if you didn’t think of it yourself please link the list you got it from !!

and please remember: the less detail in the request the more artistic liberty i will take .ᐟ

[saffronthreads]

Ma? Ma there's a weird fuckin' stray cat outside!

Hey. I have a thing for fictional men with long hair who could kill me. This is the blog where I occasionally shitpost about that. Pretty much all my selfshipping is fueled by kin memories but shhhh we don’t have to talk about that in detail. Hopefully I'll be more active as time goes on.

This is an 18+ blog, although posts marked as SFW are free for anyone to interact with. I will softblock if you follow me without an adult age listed somewhere. You've been warned.

Shipcourse of all kinds can suck on my left pussy lip. I'm unfortunately opinionated and far from neutral on the subject. No I'm not gonna figure out if I fit your DNI.

Under the cut: Brief introductions of my two self-inserts and their stories, a bit about myself, and some rent-lowering gunshots.

Brief intro about Saffron: The edgiest bitch that I write about. The Future-Androids impulsively “raised” Saffron for years, up until Future Gohan got him away from them. After flying into an LSSJ-fueled rage and killing all 3, Saffron went back to the past to deliver Goku his medicine. And then he went back even farther, to start a new life free of his past sins. This eventually led him to the day Raditz showed up. And it all went off the rails from there. Very little about his relationship with Raditz is healthy by human standards, but their mutual obsession becomes too much to ignore.

(I'll insert images at some point im lazy lol)

Brief intro about Rin: Aside from his main androids, Gero quietly worked on a personal assistant whenever he had the time. After all, having an assistant to clean the lab and keep track of his notes would make his work a whole lot easier. However, after his death and the rise of the Future Androids, this assistant lay dormant and forgotten in Gero’s old lab. He only arose when his sleeping pod finally stopped working, waking him up to an apocalyptic Earth. Fortunately, there’s a dashing swordsman trying to set things right. Might as well stick with him and see where he’s going with this whole time-travel plan, right?

(still lazy lmao)

Little bit about me:

I didn’t know about this label/community for a while, but in practice, I’ve been selfshipping for a long time. Raditz and Trunks have always stood out to me, I suppose.

Self-shipping isn’t my main focus in terms of DBZ fanwork, but it’s still something I enjoy. 

I’m an artist when I feel like it.

Rent-lowering gunshots:

DO NOT GET INTO HARDCORE OR TABOO KINK IF YOU WON’T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.

If I go to your blog and I see a DNI along the lines of "proshippers/antis DNI and kill yourselves", disrespectfully I'm dropping you into a pit of LEGOs with no shoes or socks on.

There are a lot of self-proclaimed proshippers who are just worried about purity culture in fandom. Theres lots of antis who are just worried about sexual irresponsibility in fandom. They dont deserve hate and vitriol over a bullshit discourse label.

Having an ageplay kink does not make someone a pedophile. Making fictional erotica about an ageplay kink does not make someone a pedophile. Preying on REAL kids is what makes someone a pedophile.

Fandom is not the bedroom. Most online fandom spaces are not the place for ageplay kink content. And sorry to say, but there's a lot of people in online fandom who have no business being into ageplay.

Original creators are real people. They have a right to say things like "don't involve my work and my characters in your ageplay kink content".

[stargazeraldroth]

Rainy here again to agree with you on your tags!

People definitely get very… Intense? About how very specific characters are portrayed by the fandom, regardless of how canon that portrayal may or may not be. I swear, it’s the same reason I interpret Error as such an asshole sometimes, in my own AUs- I’d be much more open to him being a better person if people weren’t so. Damn. Insistent. On him being the good guy and slandering Ink in the process.

If 404 is as hyped up as Error’s alleged moral superiority is, then I can see why it’d annoy you so much… I don’t actually know much about Alphatale and the characters, but it seems like something that’d get to me, especially if it’s played in conjunction with making Ink out to be the bad guy.

🌧️ Rainy Anon 🌧️

I'm gonna keep it real with all of you, I genuinely don't remember much about Alphatale. I remember bits and pieces, but I haven't actually checked the AU's canon in a while... both for Alphatale and Alphaverse. I don't even know what the difference between them is. All I know is that I care about 404 and sometimes the Astral Mother when her involvement is convenient for me, and that I feel like I'm entering an active minefield whenever I have to go to the wiki to check something.

Honestly, I do kinda understand why people can be so insistent about sticking to the canon. I do think knowing what's canon and what isn't is important! I'm not trying to downplay the canon or the work put into the AU. While I'm not the biggest fan of Alphatale/Alphaverse, I do think there's a lot of passion and care put into the project by its creator, and I admire that. I want to be like that, able to create and work on an ambitious AU project regardless of what people might think of it! I honestly don't have much serious beef with the AU, all of my irritation and dislike for it comes from people who try to pressure me into perfectly abiding by it. It's the same situation as my relationship with the FGOD concept: I don't hate it, I actually quite like the concept, but fans end up ruining it for me.

And before anyone says anything, yes I know, I shouldn't let other people ruin things for me. But after so long of the same stuff, it gets tiring. I feel like if I were to include 404 in something and then abide by Alphatale canon, it would be more limiting to my creative freedom than its inclusion is worth. My creative freedom- in my own AU- would be far too limited if I took every canon factor into consideration. And that's not fair to me, or to anyone who is trying to make an AU.

Because, see, people generally disregard the complete canon for characters like Ink, Error, and the twins on an almost daily basis. When you make an AU for Undertale, you kinda have to accept that people might interpret your characters differently and aren't guaranteed to stick to the canon details. That goes for anything in general, not just the Undertale community. But it especially applies if your AU/characters are very popular in such a big community. You don't have to agree with it, but you do have to accept that things like this will happen. Not just as a character creator, but as a fan of such works too, because I can guarantee that everyone has strayed from canon at least once. If everyone strictly abided by canon, I bet more than half of the Undertale community's content wouldn't exist. Hell, even Underverse- one of the most popular pieces right now- wouldn't exist because parts of it conflict with the characters' canons.

For example, Nightmare canonically cannot feel anything other than negative emotions. Dream cannot hate anyone, even the douchebag that he calls his brother. I believe it's canon that Ink doesn't remember tearing his soul apart, but I'm not 100% sure, I think I'm like 50/50 on that one. And yet, we don't always take these factors into consideration when making content.

AUs exist for fun. The whole point is to have fun with a bunch of different ideas. And when it stops being fun and feels more like a chore, where there's too many set-in-stone rules to follow based on what characters you include, then there's a problem. If we don't get shit for turning Ink into evil incarnate or wobbifying Error into the UwU-pocalypse that everyone hated, then why should people get shit for straying even the tiniest bit from 404's canon? I'm genuinely asking, what makes 404 so special compared to everyone else? What makes 404 above everyone else to the point where we aren't allowed to have even the smallest bit of fun with his character? What makes 404 the one where we have no choice but to follow every single aspect of canon?

I nerf 404 when I include him in stuff. I make him weaker than he is in canon. Why? Because it's convenient for me and fits my AUs. If I kept him as overpowered, untouchable, and unbeatable as he is in canon, then there's no point in including him at all. Because then he could either just solve the problem with a snap of his fingers or, in the situation where I have him as the villain, there's nothing that can be done. I change his character to fit into the AU because that's the only way his existence will work.

And I know what you're gonna say, "But Stargazer, you don't HAVE to include him!" yeah, you're right. But I also don't have to include Ink. I don't have to include Error, the twins, Reaper, CORE, etc. But I still do. Because I like their characters and it's fun. It's the same for 404- I like him and it's fun to use him in a story. Also, some parts of his canon just don't work with the AUs, such as him being Error's mentor. He's also just not as mysterious as some people seem to think he is... if we're taking all of canon into consideration, it's very likely that Ink knows he exists lmao, and it's not just some "I saw someone who looked like Error... but white!" (this sounded funnier in my head)

Also, just wanna mention this piece: Some of the canon with 404's character directly conflicts with the canon of other characters, such as Error, who canonically DOESN'T have a mentor, which makes it counterproductive and hypocritical to the argument of sticking to canon in the first place.

Anyway, I have a lot of feelings about 404 and I have a lot of passion. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to really communicate my thoughts in a way that's very coherent, so I'm sorry if I'm like. All over the place with this. There was more I wanted to say, I think, but I don't remember what it was. I also wanna give a quick shoutout to those people who comment stuff like "404's the strongest Sans" on stuff where he isn't involved or doesn't exist!!!

I guess the main takeaway from this would be that it is possible to be compliant with canon aspects while also having as much creative freedom as you want, and you shouldn't sacrifice your own enjoyment for your own AU just because of canon. AUs exist because people deviated from canon, so arguing that you absolutely have to abide by canon 100% is going against the very foundation of AUs. And abiding by one AU's canon 100% can interfere with the canon of another AU (for example, I believe Comyet confirmed that Canon Ink wouldn't do the X-Event, but Cross's canon requires Ink to do it, which is a direct conflict/contradiction of canon), so you may as well just have fun with doing whatever the hell you want.

Honestly, I've been pressured into just. Stopping some fanfics entirely because of people constantly leaving comments about my 404 portrayal not being 100% accurate to canon. Yet every other characters gets a free pass?? Erm... okay?? And if you leave comments like that, giving unwanted "corrections", I just have one question for you: Why? Literally why? What do you get from this? What motivates you do to this? And yes, I know I said one question, but I don't care.

Like I don't always like how FGOD stories/AUs portray Ink and/or Dream as villains, but do I leave comments preaching about canon or anything? No, I just stop reading it. I get nothing out of leaving that kind of comment except being an asshole, and I'd probably make the author feel bad. Which I don't want. Their work doesn't exist to cater to my wants and what I think is best, their work exists for THEM. Just like how my AUs and my work exist for me. Yeah, it's fun to share them with people and interacting with others because of them is a nice feeling, but at the end of the day, they only exist because I want them to.

I'm just gonna end it here. My head's starting to hurt and I'm worried that if I continue, I'm gonna get too passionate about my opinions and start sounding cocky or like a righteous ass.

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Platonic Yandere Ghost x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, implications of murder, vague implications/spoilers of Ghost's past, etc.

This man is one of the most possessive yandere candidates in all of MW2.

He's just lost so much already (if you've read the comics, you know).

After your initial meeting, he saw little reason to interact with you; after all, you were just another colleague - just another face at work.

But you were persistent.

Or, rather, you were just doing your job -- looking out for him, interacting with the rest of the 141, showing your personality to them -- and, eventually, Ghost couldn't keep you out.

It would be too obvious that he was trying to remain indifferent to you, to push you away.

So he allowed himself to listen in on your jokes, let you laugh at his, allowed you to bear witness to his rare anecdotes.

You'd trade some of your own, revealing more and more of yourself and your past to Ghost. As well as the rest of the 141.

Over time, the longer Ghost spent in your presence, the more he felt as if your dialogue was meant for him.

Sure, the others were around to listen, but he felt like you were speaking in another voice, one that only he could hear.

An underlying tone which said to him, in a gentle whisper: "Protect me. Watch out for me as I have done for you."

He tried to shake off this delusion at first, believing it to be some sick power fantasy rooted in the insecurity he'd felt as a child - the lack of safety he'd had then compared to the security you made him feel now.

It took him a while to realise, but he managed, somehow, through his own resistance and reluctance, to understand that what he was feeling for you was trust.

And though he trusted the rest of the 141 to look out for him, to make sure he didn't get killed by a stray bullet or an enemy, he trusted you in a way that was personal.

And this feeling only worsened - grew - during the moments where it was just the two of you in the common room in the late hours of the evening, isolated from the others not just by distance, but by experience.

Sleep - or a lack thereof - could make Ghost a little loose-lipped, and he'd end up recounting quiet tales about missions that, looking back, someone like you wouldn't have survived (in his opinion).

Thoughts of you asking him, pleading with him to protect you flooded his mind whenever that happened.

So when he realises that he appreciates -- nay, loves you -- as a friend, it's all over for you.

He lives for your cuddles, your gentle touches, your words of praise and affirmation.

They make him feel loved, wanted - something he's never felt before.

Will kill anyone who speaks, or even thinks, ill of you.

I'm not joking; people who used to bully you when you were a recruit have all but vanished, claimed to be M.I.A.

Nobody but Ghost knows what really happened, and he'll take those secrets to the grave.

He's stuck by your side during missions as if you were glued together.

All the while, he's thinking of ways to get you omitted from the 141.

False accusation, injury (he couldn't bear to hurt you), trauma...they were all viable (but not necessarily preferable) options.

And with each day that passes, his adoration for you only grows, swelling to proportions that both frighten and enthrall him.

He was convinced that he couldn't love - couldn't feel anything - after everything he's been through.

But you, you've managed to prove him wrong.

And for that, he will lay his life on the line to protect yours - to stow you away where no-one will ever hurt you or even know you.

It's just a matter of time. He's a ticking time bomb with something to lose, and he'll protect you regardless of the cost.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist

AO3 Wattpad

[honey-tea-and-cookies]

Astro Notes- Part 4

- Aries Venus people always have some kind of bold or intense fashion phase at some point in their lives. Like, a lot of them have been emo or scene or something. Not necessarily dark like that, but it seems to have something to do with pushing the boundaries. Fashion is really important to these people because it gives them a visual way of expressing themselves. They often feel quite stifled or angry when people try and control what they wear. It's like, a huge thing I've noticed lmao

- Virgo Venus individuals are often super into ecofriendly clothing (vegan leather, clothes that have been made out of recycled plastic, etc). They are tend to like clothes you could handmake, like knitted cardigans for example.

- This is very specific to me and the people I know so it may not apply to you, but air placements are Tyler, The Creator fans. Even people that usually don't like rap?? Very odd observation but literally EVERY person I know with prominent air placements like his music.

- Scorpio placements (especially Moons) make out of pocket comments all the time and sometimes it's really fucking funny sorry y'all

- I know this is what Scorpio is typically known for, but I think Libra placements attracts the most jealousy. Libra has immense beauty, sex appeal, magnetism, and all those things the same as Scorpio. The difference between the two signs is Scorpio itself gets jealous and possessive too, while Libra doesn't. Libra is all about beauty and balance and fairness. This means, if well developed, they are able to see that everyone is equal. There is no reason for jealousy because they are not better or worse than anyone. Libra finds jealousy and possessiveness quite unhealthy, actually. Did any of this make sense?? Please know what I'm talking about

- Taurus, Cancer, Libra, Aquarius and Pisces placements all have a sweet tooth. Taurus and Cancer love baking so they get the sweet tooth from that. Libra has a sweet tooth because desserts tend to be more delicate and decadent, which their Venus ruler loves. Aquarius has a sweet tooth because they like experimenting with different flavours, and it's easiest to do that with sweet. Pisces likes sweet food because it reminds them of happier times, it makes them nostalgic.

- Mars in 6H work out to deal with negative emotions, or become emotional while they work out. For example, taking out any and all anger on a punching bag. Or getting in an argument and going on a run to clear their head.

- Prominent Neptune/Moon in 12H = Mummy issues

- Prominent Saturn/Saturn in 4H/Saturn in 10H = Daddy issues

- Earth placements love the mushroom/frog/forest aesthetic <3 (as they should)

- Gemini placements hate when people repeat the same song all the time. Super specific, but it's a weird thing a ton of them really hate. I can think of multiple Gemini people who have had a go at me for doing this exact thing lmao

- Earth Mars have a habit of taking a deep breath before they get really angry at people. Like you know you've pissed them off if they take a minute to collect themselves. Bestie that is them clearing their mind before they fucking destroy you

- Sagittarius placements either live and breathe through memes or do not understand them at all. No middle ground.

- Leo placements (especially Leo Venus) are the type to randomly adopt a cute stray because they looked sad and lonely Leo is so soft please

-(platonic) 6H synastry = gym buddies n work besties 💪

- Taurus placements, Pisces placements and Earth Venus is the type to collect pretty little trinkets as they go through life and I think that's adorable <3

This is what I have for today everyone! I really hope you guys enjoyed, this was a lot of fun to make. Please let me know if this was cuter than my other posts because I tried lmao. Thank you so much for reading. Sending you all lots of love!

[fic-chi]

100 Prompts in (late) celebration of hitting 200 followers

This was truly a rough year for us, eh? Some of us who made it through the pandemic, the shitstorm that is the American govt, and all around bullshittery destiny through at us have made it through, and, boy, an I so proud of you all! I've been having a hard time myself. 100 prompts aren't as easy as I anticipated, but here it is! As always, if you like my prompts or use them, please tag me! I'd love to see your interpretation!

1. "Nothing short of hellfire could possibly keep me from coming home."

2. "The skies weep when you tell me goodbye."

3. "There's a real possibility, right now, that mom let in a racoon the house thinking it was Bubby."

4. "Mad at you? I thought you were mad at me."

5. "No one, not even you who were so cruel to others, deserved to be punished in this way."

6. "I don't remember my past lives, but I guess it's innate to find you every time."

7. "Sometimes, we have to sacrifice things in order to keep the ones we hold dear safe. Sometimes, the thing we must sacrifice is ourselves."

8. "I-I didn't know you'd be home, but I got you an "I'm sorry for embarrassing you at the dinner" cake."

9. "Honey! The kids took another stray home!"

10. "Humans are vile creatures, yes, and ridding the Earth of them all could solve so many problems. But, to rid the world of human violence, it will also rid the world of human kindness."

11. Sleepy are the hearts that await a love most deserved.

12. "You do some bad things, but that doesn't mean you're a bad kid."

13. "This is nothing but a small price to pay for the privilege of cherishing you."

14. From their fingers, they casted one last desperate spell, hoping it would hit before darkness claimed them forever.

15. She sat in the dark, allowing the cold embrace of shadow lull her to bed.

16. He clung to what he could, his fingertips tearing away from the bones leaving streaks of sticky blood on the concrete walls.

17. "The world does suck, but I'll be damned if I'm going through it alone."

18. "Don't think too hard on that. He's one of those high intelligence, low wisdom guys."

19. "Every wish you made with your heart was heard. I promise."

20. "They say when you're drunk, you forget, but I seem to miss you more."

21. "It must be magic or something because I can't think of a reason why you're still here with me."

22. Soft candle light danced in the shine of her eyes like how the stars danced in the sky.

23. Everything she touched became so beautiful.

24. Forests of sunflowers, radiant as can be, were the domain of sprites and me.

25. From her bag, she pulled out a golden feather quill to make her final wish.

26. A trio of siblings, a band of brethren, to be forever connected both on this plane and whatever plane awaits them.

27. "Y'know, sweetie, everyone deserves to be loved even when you, yourself, believe you don't deserve it."

28. The bed already felt empty before he left.

29. "After all you've done to me, I must be drunk to still love you, but I haven't touched a drink since you left."

30. She was like a painting come to life with such perfection in her imperfections.

31. She held his face in her hands, lightly rubbing his cheeks, knowing that tomorrow will only bring heartbreak.

32. "I cry for you, feel for you, but who will do that for me?"

33. "Can't you take me home one last time?"

34. With his life fading ever more, he sweetly uttered their name as his body crumbled to nothingness.

35. "Dear diary, I'm back on my bullshit, and I'm not sorry."

36. As much as the loneliness ate away at her heart, she couldn't risk letting anyone in her heart to destroy what little she had left.

37. "Perhaps, you never needed to get piss drunk to forget someone. Lucky you..."

38. "I-I'm really trying here, but you're making me feel like my efforts are unappreciated."

39. The same nightmare plagued them these past several months when  things from the nightmare begin to manifest in real life.

40. After the loss of their creator and purpose of existence, an Android is met with a dilemma in the form of a lost baby.

41. "You have to get this right because you can't go marrying an orc and braid like you don't have thumbs."

42. "I know this is awkward because I never meant to release the great devil of the 7th Circle of Hell nor have intentions of making a deal, but I did make too much pasta again."

43. "My Hell ain't fire and white hot coals. My Hell is a big beautiful home with an equally big yard with no one, no family or friends, to share it with."

44. "Dying ain't too scary, but, I'll tell you what, if dying means I'll be alone on the other side, you can consider me terrified."

45. "Either my parents were cursed with over sensitive children, or I was cursed being born into a cruel family, and I don't know which is worse."

46. "Let me return to a time when everything was still perfect."

47. "Take this heart from me! The weight of a human heart is too much for me to bear."

48. "So many words bubble up in my throat when I see you, but all I want to tell you is you're beautiful."

49. "I can't even remember what I was worried about when the sight of you melted away all my anxiety."

50. "From just the simple touch of our fingertips, I already felt the sparks, baby."

51. Her eyes, just the right shade of amber, caught mine, and time slowed and only we existed.

52. "I could never let you go. Not even the strongest of winds or hottest of fires could get me to."

53. "I, uh jeez, I really wanted to say something, but I got all caught up in your radiance."

54. Curse my weak heart! Tomorrow, I will confess my feelings to him or forget it all!

55. "Theft! There's been a theft! My heart's been taken!"

56. "Pfft, you're not as scary as you make yourself out to be, ya know."

57. "You're either hungry or angry so have some pancakes first, jerk!"

58. "You didn't have to pack your whole house for a day trip!"

59. "You're a real piece of work, ya know, but you're hot so I guess I can let it go."

60. "I gotta thank sober me later for setting out the hangover kit."

61. "It's not hard to read you when you wear your heart on your sleeve."

62. "Gosh, my hands are just so cold! If only I had mittens, or gloves, or even the warmth of another pair of hands."

63. They felt like their mind was slowly losing itself the more they stayed in the same room as that person.

64. "Hey, give me some of your burdens to shoulder, too. You don't have to be afraid of me leaving you because of them."

65. The loving dreams have ceased, and my heart is missing its piece.

66. "I can be his mama AND his papa because, as long as that child needs a loving adult in his life, I'm not going anywhere."

67. In my dreams, I only see you, but my eyes open, upon the shiny light of day, and are pleasantly surprised to find my dream sleeping peacefully next to me.

68. "I'm afraid if I don't tell you now, you'll have lived your entire life not knowing how you had my heart and will always have it."

69. "Nice."

70. The world stopped and held it's breath as we danced under the moon, and your eyes captured the light of all the stars.

71. "Oh, spare me the lecture. I know you wish I was more like my brothers and sisters, and I'm sorry my existence itself is a pain, but you could at least pretend to love me."

72. "Oh, child, it doesn't matter that you were born of me or not because I can't imagine how to love you any more without suffocating you!"

73. "Sweetie, no matter what happens between us, you'll never be a mistake to me because there's no way I could ever stop loving you."

74. "Ain't nothing wrong with crying and snotting and drooling all over the place, sweetheart. Gotta let all that shit out so your heart don't have to carry all that hurt."

75. "I don't want you getting lost in the crowd so I guess you can hold my hand or whatever."

76. "I didn't buy extra food for you! I just happen to redeem my points on the night you were coming over... that's all."

77. "God save us all. I think your brother went to fix the fridge again."

78. No one could have survived that, yet he fervently rubbed his dear friend's hands and face, hoping that the pinkish blush color would return.

79. "Daffodils, honey, pine, and nectar, but the sweetest of them all is something that cannot be replicated, duplicated, or copied: you."

80. "I'm most afraid that, in my mind, you will be nothing more than a distant, flittering memory."

81. "Promise me! You must promise me that, in another life or another time, you'll find me again."

82. And then I was given a choice: love or reason.

83. "Why am I still a monster if she loved me?"

84. "My heart doesn't flutter for you anymore."

85. "Stay by my side... please."

86. The rumble of the bus lulled them to sleep, their hairs tickling my neck as they slowly drifted to my shoulder and to the land of dreams.

87. "You don't understand! There is- no, there must be something wrong with me, fundamentally... otherwise I'm, I'm just a terrible person for no reason."

88. "I want you to make me just another lovely memory for you to look back on. Can you do that for me, love?"

89. "The taste of your lips left me breathless."

90. "What good are my eyes if not to soak in the magnificence that is you?"

91. "Countless times I've poured my heart onto paper, proclaiming the absolute passion in my heart for you, but it always ends with me waking up."

92. "It breaks my heart to see that I haven't got yours while, at first sight, you've stolen mine."

93. "You are a beautiful candle flame for your warmth and comfort is something I can never grasp."

94. "I, normally, am eloquent, well spoken, among many other things, but, around you, I've become speechless."

95. "An anchor to the ship in my mind, you've become more than a friend in my eyes."

96. "Days, or months, or years have passed. I cannot tell you which for even a minute without you is eternity."

97. "I feel like I'm floating with you."

98. "You may not deserve someone to love, but am I not deserving to love you?"

99. "Even when you think you've hit rock bottom, and everyone's left you, I'll always be there."

100. "It was tough, huh? I'm so proud you got through the thick of it."

[dailymeruem]

Royal Guard Nomenclature

You might know the Royal Guards for having some creative names, and if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably read HxH Wiki trivia on where the names came from. However, I haven’t seen any comprehensive post getting right into it, so lets have some fun research time and look into the origins of the Chimera Ant Royal Guard’s namesakes and how they might have affected Togashi’s characterizations of them! 

While i’m trying to keep everything as brief as I can, this will be a longer post so if you want to gain some knowledge and kill some time, read on! I’ve linked sources throughout the post for further research!

Naming Origin Sources

All three of the Guard’s names - Neferpitou, Shaiapouf, and Menthuthuyoupi, respectively- were chosen by the Chimera Ant Queen prior to their birth in the story. They are mashups from two sources - Ancient Egyptian mythology, specifically the pantheon of traditional gods and goddesses, and a French children’s book series entitled Caroline et ses amis (Caroline and her Friends) written by Pierre Probst. 

The Guard x Egyptian Gods

In Ancient Egyptian life, people worshiped a large number of deities which represented natural forces and phenomena (sunlight, life, childbirth, etc). The people regularly offered sacrifices and performed rituals to please the gods so that these forces would continue to function according to divine order (ma’at). Each god or goddess had complex relationships, characteristics, and symbolism associated with them. {x}

Neferpitou x Nefertem

The first half of Neferpitou’s name, “Nefer-”, is derived from the Egyptian deity Nefertem. A very ancient god by Egyptian mythos standards, this god is associated with the lotus flower, as he was believed to have emerged in a water lily from the primal waters at the creation of the world. He also represented the first sunlight and the lovely smell of the Egyptian blue lotus. Nefertem is usually depicted as a young, beautiful man, and sports titles such as “He Who Is Beautiful” and “Water Lily of the Sun”. {x}  {x}

In HxH, Neferpitou is the first Royal Guard to be born, which ties in nicely to Nefertem’s being a very early god born from the creation of the world as well as being associated with the first sunlight. As for the beauty aspect, Neferpitou’s androgynous appearance could play into this factor, as some gods in the Egyptian creation myths were depicted as androgynous.

Nefertem’’s mother is often credited as being Bast/Bastet, the guardian goddess of cats, or Sekhmet, the warrior goddess of healing (both goddesses are often considered to be two aspects of the same goddess). These goddesses are both depicted with cat or lioness heads, and so Nefertem is often depicted with a lion’s head or as a lion. I needn’t say more about this tie to Neferpitou! Aside from the cat aspect, Sekhmet’s being a goddess that both goes to war and heals is reflected in Pitou’s dual nature- both a ruthless killing machine in their own right and with their Terpsichora ability making instant armies, and a reliable healer using the Doctor Blythe ability, showcasing a compassionate side. {x} {x}

Shaiapouf x Shai

Shaiapouf’s Egyptian name component comes from Shai, which, interestingly, is not so much an entity as it is a concept- the deification of the concept of Fate. The name Shai is usually translated as “that which is ordained”. This god was said to determine the span of each person’s life; he was with each person at their birth and remained with them through their life until their final judgement in the underworld (duat). Shai would offer the true life story of the individual at their judgement, and could either protect or damn them. This deity has so much power in the Egyptian mythos that even pharaohs and other gods were subject to it.  {x} {x}

Now, although Shaiapouf as a character doesn’t have an omnipotent power over fate, the concept of fate runs really strong in Pouf’s characterization. Pouf, along with the other Royal Guards, was present at King Meruem’s birth, and intended to stay at his side throughout his whole life, guiding and protecting him. This is a role that Pouf seemed to take to heart, almost to an extreme. As we know, Pouf saw the King’s destiny of becoming the ruler of the world and dominating all other species as being absolute, and began to actively work against the Guard and even the King himself when he began to stray from the fate that Pouf had “preordained” for him. Going so far as to attempt to kill Komugi, who was the most important person to the King, Pouf’s actions, although out of a motivation to protect the King, would have been damning for the King had he succeeded.

Shaiapouf’s nen ability, Spiritual Message, gives us a hint as to his namesake as well. The god Shai hid nothing from Osiris (god of the underworld) at the final judgement of that person’s life, and so does Pouf’s ability allow him to see the absolute truth about a person’s emotional state by reading their flow of aura. This gives Pouf the ability to come to conclusions about that person’s personality, thoughts, and possible course of action, seemingly allowing him to predict their “fate”. {x} 

Also, this may be a trivial fact, but Pouf has the habit of ending his sentences with, “That’s all there is to it”. A very final and fateful statement indeed.

Being a concept, Shai is neither male nor female, but is more often depicted as being male. In this form, he is often said to be married to Renenutet (cobra goddess of child rearing who gave newborn babies secret names), or Meskhenet (goddess of childbirth). These three are often depicted together which gives us a definite picture of the cycle of birth and death. {x}  {x}

In HxH, after Meruem is mortally wounded by the Miniature Rose Bomb, we get the lovely and terrifying experience of seeing Pouf and Youpi feed themselves to the King in order to revive him. In this scene, both guards are ecstatic as they have ascended to the level of a Chimera Ant Queen and are filled with an unconditional motherly love for their King. The ties here between this occurrence and these trifecta of gods associated with birth and life are pretty strong.

A few final small factoids: The Greek people associated Shai with their god Agathodaemon, a god of fortunetelling that was considered to be a serpent. As well, the word Shai was also an Egyptian word for “Pig”. Thus, Shai was sometimes depicted as a serpent-headed pig, also called the Shai animal. I am reminded of the time Pouf was shown to be able to rearrange his cells to impersonate a certain blind Gungi player.

Menthuthuyoupi x Montu

The final Royal Guard, Menthuthuyoupi, bears the name of Montu, a very powerful and ancient god in the Egyptian pantheon. Montu (also written as Monthu or Menthu, the latter which Youpi uses in his name) originally was a manifestation of the scorching effects of the sun (Ra), but over time this was modified to mean destructiveness in battle, which led to Montu being known as a god of war. He was said to attack the enemies of cosmic order (ma’at).Montu is usually depicted with a falcon head or a bull head. Falcons were a symbol of the sky, and bulls symbolized strength and war. {x}  {x}

Montu was often linked with other gods and is depicted as a fusion of those gods. For instance, because of his association with Ra, he often appears as Montu-Ra. Occassionally he is linked to Atum (another creator god) and Set (god of scary natural phenomena and deserts). Over time, Montu was also linked to Horus, a god associated with the pharaoh, and therefore Montu is sometimes seen as being a symbol of a Pharaoh as a ruler and conqueror.

In HxH, Menthuthuyoupi definitely embodies the warlike aspect of his namesake. Being the only guard not made from human genetic material, he is able to act on instinct and devote himself completely to being a soldier for the King, attacking anyone who threatened the King’s divine rule. Being immensely powerful, Youpi was capable of immense damage with his Rage Blast and Rage Incarnate nen abilities. As well, just as Montu gradually evolved over time to represent more complex aspects of life in Ancient Egypt, so too did Youpi evolve over the course of the Chimera Ant Arc, which gave his life new and more complex meaning.

The many forms Montu can take reminds us of Youpi’s unique Metamorphosis ability, which allows him to change any part of his body at will to suit his needs. Youpi’s Rage Incarnate form, in which his body takes the worm of a winged centaur, is a callback to Montu’s two most common depictions; as a Falcon (Youpi’s wings), and as a Bull (Youpi’s hooves). {x}

One of Montu’s wives was thought to be Tjenenet, another goddess of childbirth, which has ties to the event of Meruem’s rebirth discussed in Shaiapouf’s section above.

An interesting tidbit of info is that Montu was sometimes though to be a guardian of family life. He is sometimes mentioned in marriage documents to enforce commitment; infidelity is described as “the abomination of Montu”. While this doesn’t really have anything to do with Menthuthuyoupi aside from maybe reflecting in his loyalty to the King, the next time you feel tempted to cheat on your significant other, imagining a frowning Youpi may dissuade you.

One thing that each Royal Guard has in common with all of their Egyptian namesakes is that all strive to support what they see as the Divine Order using their individual strengths, even if their methods of supporting this order greatly differ.

The Guard x Caroline et ses amis

The Caroline series is a series of French childrens picture books, or albums, written and illustrated by Pierre Probst. There are 44 books in the series, which were written from 1953 to 2007. They follow Caroline, a little blond girl who is independent and active, and her 8 mischievous animal friends, who talk like humans. The series was adapted into an animated TV show titled Caroline et ses amis in 1994, which is most likely the source Togashi got the names for the Royal Guards from (and you can find on youtube!)  {x} {x}

Neferpitou x Pitou

Pitou is one of the 8 animal characters in Caroline. Pitou is a panther, and he appeared in a collection called “Les Albums roses” (The Pink Albums) in 1952, which were a precursor to the Caroline books, thus making Pitou the first character of the future Caroline series. Pitou is characterized as being lazy and cunning.

In HxH, our Neferpitou was the first of the Chimera Ant Royal Guard to be born, just as Pitou was the first character that began the Caroline series. Both of them being a cat is also a very obvious connection that both share. While there are other cats in the Caroline series, Pitou being a panther harkens to Neferpitou’s wild nature. Caroline’s Pitou being both lazy and cunning are character traits that show up in HxH’s Pitou as well; we see them exhibit extreme intellect in science, military strategy and manipulation, but at the same time they are the most playful of the Guard and get distracted very easily.

Shaiapouf x Pouf

Pouf is a white kitten that wears a blue bowtie. He is characterized as being elegant, snobbish, and eccentric. He is prone to going on rants about his dreams of greatness, much to the annoyance of everyone else, and he has little quirks such as hating water and the cold.

If it weren’t for the physical description, you might have thought I was describing HxH’s Pouf- he too is elegant, snobbish and eccentric and often goes on long, intellectual rants, which are mostly never followed by the rest of the guard. Shaiapouf is also always wearing a flowy white dress shirt that features a bowtie-like collar which is reminiscent of Pouf’s white fur and bowtie. While Shaiapouf isn’t known to hate water or cold, he does manifest peculiar quirks such as melodramatic monologues and playing his violin when he is upset.

Menthuthuyoupi x Youpi

Youpi (also spelled Yupi), is a cocker spaniel dog. He is naive, turbulent, and a little bit grumpy, but also generous, devoted and affectionate. He can be fearful and prefers staying home to going out on adventure. He really likes being cuddled by Caroline, the main character.

Menthuthuyoupi in HxH displays a lot of similar characteristics to his namesake: naive, turbulent, and devoted are all adjectives you could use to describe him. Because of Menthuthuyoupi’s lack of ego, he is solely devoted to the King and his divine destiny, not bothering to give a thought to other courses of action, which could be a reflection of Caroline’s Youpi prefering to remain in the safety of home. After Meruem’s revival, when Youpi and Pouf share a affectionate spiritual bond with him, Youpi is shown to cherish the new bond he has with his King, just as Caroline’s Youpi is affectionate towards Caroline.

~~~

One thing that all the Royal Guard share with their Caroline namesakes is that both sets of characters unquestioningly follow an independent leader character that they love and support. As well, in the case of Neferpitou and Shaiapouf, their manner of dress is a homage to Caroline- Pouf dresses in a very elegant and frilly ensemble, very French of him, in my opinion- and Pitou’s outfit is reminicent of both an old school French military uniform and a child’s school uniform.

A bonus Caroline homage in HxH: The titular character Caroline is famously depicted with her pigtail hairstyle. A certain blind Gungi player is also famously shown sporting a similar hairstyle.

Bonus Section: Meruem’s Name

Although not containing as much lore as his Royal Guard, the King’s given name can give us a few fun tidbits in keeping with the etymology of the Guard.

As you know, in-universe, the Chimera Ant Queen states her son’s name, Meruem, to mean “the light that illuminates/shines on everything”. His name is very close to the common Arabic name, Maryam (مريم), which has multiple romanized spellings. The most notable use of this name is in Biblical history as a form of the name Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, and Miriam, who was the sister of Moses. 

It is thought that the name might have roots originating in the Egyptian language; the words “mry” (beloved) and “mr” (love) are thought to have been derivatives of the name.This root meaning would work in portraying the love that the Ant Queen had for her son, even before birth.

Other scholars have thought that the Hebrew root words “mr” (bitter) or “mry” (rebellious) were the basis of the name in the case of Miriam, as she was born at a point in history when the nation of Israel was subject to bitter slavery by the Egyptians. “Bitter” and "Rebellious” might be words you could use to describe Meruem, at least when he is first introduced to us. {x} {x}

Other fun tidbits: Meruem’s characteristic “neutral” face expression, young and feminine facial structure, and characteristic “cat eyes” is very reminiscent to a lot of ancient Egyptian art. One that stands out in my mind is the famous Head of Nefertem statue, found in the tomb of King Tutankhamun, which depicts the Pharaoh in question as a child in the form of the god Nefertem (remember him?). Interestingly, both Meruem and Tutankhamen were kings that ascended the throne (and died) very early in their lives. I’ll let you look at the piece and notice the similarities yourself!

~~~~~~

And that about does it for all the conclusions I’ve drawn. I hope you enjoyed reading through this and that it prompted you to do some reading and research of your own! Togashi chocked HxH full of fun little references to things in our real world, and it’s so much fun to do a deep dive to find all this trivia. If you think of/find any other fun things too add to this post, feel free to reply/reblog with additions. Cheers!

[cyberkat-13]

Would y’all be interested…?

**disclaimer: this is my first post and I’m quite new to the app.

So, I’m a writer and I have a lot of ideas but no clue where to start. I also really like to feel useful so I thought maybe I’d ask for requests?

If anyone actually sees this, please feel free to make a request or let me know how to get this to someone who would like to make a request!

Let’s get the **DON’Ts** out of the way, first. Please don’t…

request minors x adults or anything adjacent to the concept (ie. age regression— I don’t always mind age regression I just don’t want to write it)

hate on posts/ships or bash creators/each other; I’d like there to be at least one place on the internet where I don’t have to be hyper-vigilant

request anything to do with bodily fluids originating from the gastrointestinal system. most other bodily fluids are acceptable just not urination, defecation, or regurgitation.

request psychologically manipulative or abusive relationships between characters shipped romantically. vague mention of such relationships or them being portrayed between a character and an OC are okay, but not the suggested pairing

That’s all I can think of, for now, regarding “don’t”s. Let’s move on to things I’d prefer to write/would be willing to try.

Feel free to request…

LGBTQ+ content/characters/relationships/scenarios; I find it difficult to really get into writing straight ships but there are a few occasions where I can.

NSFW content— s*x is a natural part of life and I would really like to explore writing NSFW for those who’d like to read it!

Fandoms and ships! I’ll make a list in the next section.

Kinks and fetishes! There are a few which make me uncomfortable like I mentioned in the DON’Ts section but I’d also add that I won’t do foot fetishes because I just can’t put myself there mentally. Most anything else I’d be game to write about.

I can’t think of anything else to say on the ‘please ask’ and ‘please don’t ask’ front. I’m generally open to a wide range of requests and don’t have many hard ‘no’s other than what has been previously stated.

This list is in no way complete but here are some fandoms I have been wanting to write for/have been thinking about writing for…

Genshin Impact

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Uta no prince sama

Idolish7

Bungō Stray Dogs

Boku no Hero Academia

Blue Period

BNA

The Untamed

Heaven Official’s Blessing

Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

Word of Honor

Ne Zha

LEGO: Monkie Kid

Naruto

Ace Attorney

Harry Potter

Sk8 the Infinty

Tiger & Bunny

Percy Jackson & All Others in the Riordan-verse

Have a wonderful unspecified-phase-of-the-Earth’s-rotation!