#been saying this for ages but not sure if ive said this here yet.... anyway this is literally them btw

[henryfondler]

tjis is LITERALLY them btw

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HIHI OK SO LOSER. HERE ME OUT PLS. GIGGLES!!!

IF REQUESTS ARE OPEN WOULD YOU MIND. SPINNING A LIL ENEMIES TO LOVERS/FRIENDS DIDDY FOR IDIA SHROUD AND A GN READER. I WILL KISS THE GROUND YOU WALK ON I SWEAR THIS IDEA HASNT LEFT ME ALONE SINCE I STARTED LIKING HIM. ITS OK IF NOT THOUGH OBVI!! MAKE SURE U TAKE UR TIME BESTIE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF <333

this is the silliest reader ive ever written

The most annoying thing about attending a prestigious academy is without a doubt, pride. The deadly sin curses every individual at NRC, all of them having been told that they are destined for greatness, fate being on their side.

This obviously leads to some of the most egotistical bastards this side of the Shaftlands being cooped up all together in the same space. Also at the age where the dumbest decisions of maintaining self confidence are made.

To you, one of the many young adults cursed with being a general annoyance was Idia Shroud. You also happened to be sat right next to him.

Funnily enough Ortho was able to convince his older brother to begin attending his classes in person, a thoughtful gesture to his brother, but not to you!

Now you had to spend every day face to face with one of the most bothersome people at the school. You made your annoyance of him very clear, too. He was an anti-social shut in who somehow still thought himself better than everyone else despite being so pathetic he couldn't speak to someone face to face. How in the world was he supposed to be a talented mage?!

The most annoying part of it all was ever since he had started going out of his comfort zone he had also seemingly started to become slightly less of an ass. It was unfair. People aren't allowed to just change out of nowhere when you hate them, you're supposed to hate them!

It didn't matter anyway, Idia Shroud hated you so you were allowed to hate him, even if you suddenly started to see that he was a troubled man, untrusting because the world had wronged him before. It didn't matter if he was simply confident because of his talent that was truly better than others, he was rude anyway.

Idia Shroud hated you, so you hated hi-

"Um, hey?" A soft voice came from your left.

"Hm?" You were so caught up in your annoyance you hadn't noticed your surroundings at all. The rest of the class had already left. And Trein too for some reason? "Crap I was not paying attention for the end of the lecture."

You had said it to yourself, but the firey haired boy with his hood pulled over his head responded anyway. "Ah, I uh... I could share my notes with you...?"

What.

"...Uh, yeah sure, thanks. That'd...that'd be helpful."

You stood up from your chair, still dazed at the peculiar situation you found yourself in. Idia tapped on his tablet a bit before your phone pinged in your pocket, a notification of a shared document bright on the screen. Since when did Idia Shroud have your number? And since when did he help out others for no reason?!

You opened the document to skim through it quickly when something near the bottom caught your eye. A small footnote about a project. A group project. A group project without pre assigned partners.

Ah, that's it.

Once again you were proven right, Idia Shroud being his typical self. He didn't speak to anyone in the class so it's inevitable he had no one to do the project with, and was sharing his notes to try and guilt you into doing it with him by making you feel in his debt-

"The uh, the project at the bottom is groups of two. I think some of the people in the row who sit behind us don't have partners yet." Idia held his tablet close to him, glancing at the door.

"You already have a partner?" Impossible, he was probably just saying that to make you to be the one to ask to be in his group, to safe himself the embarrassment of having to ask.

"Yeah, Cater had already asked me to join his group. He said Trey had grouped up before he could ask him. Well, uhm, I have to go. Uh- you- you can message me if you have questions about the notes!" Idia ran out the door before you could say anything.

...

WHAT.

Something about that made your blood boil. It wasn't jealousy though, it couldn't be. No, no it was disrespect! He said that to be condescending, to brag! To shove it in your face that even a shut in like him could join a group before you. That was his plan all along! To share his notes to get you to ask about the project just to laugh at you for trying to ask to join his group. Well the joke was on him, you'd never be his partner, group project or otherwise!

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You weren't able to join a group. Stupid Idia Shroud neglected to tell you that those 'people in the row who sit behind us who have partners' joined up outside of class time. And then he had the gall to apologize about you not joining a group as if he hadn't totally 100% planned this.

Suffering was endless and you were ready to give up. That was until Cater Diamond came waltzing up to your row, passing by you to talk to Idia.

"Change of plans, sorry Idia, Trey's partner joined a different group so I'm gonna work with him now. Good luck on the project!"

"Huh?! Wha-?! Cater, wait-!" Idia stared in dumbfounded shock as Cater skipped away leaving both you and Idia groupless. Well at least Idia was just as pathetic as you now.

Idia turned toward you after a moment. "Uh, did you want to be group partners...? Since...since neither of us have anyone to work with?"

Not on your life, Shroud.

"Yeah, sure."

FU-

Truthfully this was the best situation with the cards you had been dealt, likely you could get him to do any of the work you didn't want to, and you'd get a good grade with him as your partner. Doesn't mean you liked the situation, but still.

"Ah, there's a relatively new cafe nearby we could work at? It- it could be better than working in any of the dorms. If you want." Idia shifted a bit, and you couldn't tell what his goal with this was. Was he planning to force you to pay or something? Suggesting leaving and going anywhere was very unlike him. Something had to be up.

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Eventually the two of you did go to the cafe to work on your project, and when you insisted on not getting anything and just focusing on working Idia bought you a drink anyway.

"I said I didn't want anything?" You pushed the cup away an inch, the drink was colorful, fading from a deep blue at the top to a light pink at the bottom. You weren't sure what flavor it could be.

Idia drank out of his own cup, a bright red drink that looked fizzier than your own. He added something to your project on his tablet at the same time. "I know but I, uhm, I felt uncomfortable being the only one with a drink. You don't have to drink it, just keep it in front of you." Idia paused a moment before adding a rushed "please" at the end.

So you did. For maybe a minute before you couldn't help taking a sip. It was fruitier tasting than you expected, but not citrus or sour. You pulled the cup toward you to move the straw from the pink section to the blue, noticing that the darker color tasted more like some berry you couldn't pinpoint than the pink had. Overall it tasted good. So good, in fact, you drank almost half of it before you remembered you were supposed to be working.

You glanced up at Idia to see if he had noticed you absolutely chugging whatever drink it was he had gotten you, but either he was pretending he hadn't, or he was really into this project. You noticed only a small amount had been drank from Idia's cup.

You were about to say something until you decided that if Idia wanted to waste his own drink, and his own money, than so be it. And with that you stuck your head back down to finish up this project and finally be rid of having to converse with the shut in outside of class hours.

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Sure enough your project raked in a well needed high grade, even going so far as to be personally complimented by Trein himself. You figured that'd be the end of having to talk to Idia Shroud but Seven forbid because the universe had other plans for you.

'Would you like to go see a movie'

That wasn't exactly the way he had said it, it was a lot more unconfident, and there were a few pauses halfway through, but in the end phrasing didn't matter because now you were walking down the street in the middle of a surprise spring heat spell returning from seeing a movie with your number one enemy ever. It was a good movie too which made you even more mad. Now you'd have to think of him every time you saw it which is not what you wanted to happen.

"I am about to pass out from this heat. I'm sitting down a moment." You quickly flopped down on the nearest bench, fanning yourself with your hand. "How in the world are you not burning up in that hood, Shroud?"

Idia shrugged, slowly stepping away from where you were sitting. "I'll get you a drink, wait here."

"Huh, wha?" Once again Idia had left you before you could argue. He had paid for you guys to go to the movie, refusing to accept you paying him back much to your annoyance. You didn't want to be any more in his debt than you already were. You looked down, attempting to form at least a small shadow over your face, at the price of your neck, when a cold cup lightly touched the side of your face.

You jumped a moment before realizing it was Idia, and took the cup with a small 'thank you'. Once you looked at the cup properly you recognized the blue and pink colors of the cold drink, which felt particularly nice in your hands. You hadn't realized the two of you were near that cafe again, much less that they made drinks to-go.

"You, uh, you seemed to like it last time so I figured it was better to get you something I knew you'd enjoy." Idia's fingers played with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, as he glanced in every direction except for you. You looked back down at the drink again, noticing a small resemblance between the light pink if the drink and a light pink dusting the ends of Idia's bright hair.

"Stop being nice, I'm supposed to hate you." You couldn't stop yourself before you blurted out words without thinking, but you quickly caught yourself just a moment too late, slapping a hand across your mouth in shock of your own harshness.

"Huh-! I- what!?" Idia looked just as confused and shocked as anyone would, which made you rethink if he ever actually disliked you as much as you had thought. He quickly shook off his surprised state and gave you probably the most sarcastic look you had seen from him in weeks. "If you hate me why did you agree to be here...?"

"Ah...I dunno." The both of you stared at each other, growing more confused by the second. You couldn't explain your strange decisions and thought process even to yourself, let alone another person.

Though through starring at his face, admitting your difficulty in keeping up your one sided rivalry, and being exposed to what you now could only see as genuine acts of generosity and kindness you were hit with a very quick, and very mind shattering realization.

You had feelings for Idia Shroud.

Romantic ones. You thought they were hatred but no, thinking now you found certain aspects of him so endearing it made you angry in cuteness aggression. This asshole actually had the capacity to be very nice and kind and helpful and it was so charming it made you want to smack your head into a wall from overstimulation of good feelings.

Wait-

You had just went to the movies with him, where he paid, and now he just got you a drink from a cafe the two of you had already went to together. Activities that required exiting Idia's comfort zone for extended periods of time.

You couldn't help yourself, you had to ask. "Is this a date?" You almost shouted the question at him upon considering the possibility, and you half believed Idia was about to run away with how loud and generally chaotic you were currently being in your extremely confused state.

"Huh!? A- a wha-!?" Idia was giving you the same look you were giving him now both of you more confused than ever. This was definitely quite the confrontation.

"A date! Is it!? I mean it feels like it!" You set your drink down on the bench to stand up. You hadn't even gotten to take a sip yet, but there were more pressing matters.

Idia stuttered a moment longer, before falling silent and seemingly considering your question. "Did, did you want it to be?"

Ah, a counter. You could play this game. "Did you? You're the one who asked me to go see a movie with you."

And a perfect follow up, from here there was no way for Idia to counter your counter of his counter of your attack. He would have to take the hit with at least 3 times the damage now.

And he definitely knew, his eyes squinted in slight annoyance as he considered his answer, finally admitting defeat with a sigh. "Uh," he looked away from you, "sort of? I mean. I'd like that, but...but I'm sure you wouldn't so it's fine, it's nothing."

You were hit with another wave of shock, despite prodding him with the question expecting this exact answer. You quickly responded before he could continue to convince himself you wouldn't return his feelings.

"I'd like it to be a date too!" You stepped forward, reaching to grab his hand before hesitating. He might have wanted to be on a date with you, but that didn't mean he'd be comfortable with you touching him.

"I- you- uh- I thought you hated me?"

"Did, past tense, also the possibility I didn't and was just angry because I liked you, the human mind is difficult to comprehend." You waved your hand as though you could physically wave away his doubts with more than just your roundabout answers to his very solid questions. Despite this you watched as he let out a small laugh, causing you to crack a grin yourself.

You picked up your drink, looking at the horizon as the sun started to set, painting the sky in pinks and oranges that made the street extremely pretty, and drew out the blue of Idias fiery hair, painted with more pink than earlier.

A silent invitation to continue heading back to campus, the two of you began to walk, before Idia hesitantly slipped his hand in your own, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Did- did you want to go on another date next week?" Idia couldn't keep a straight face, failing to hide an excited grin as he asked his question.

You responded with the most sure and prideful answer you had that day. "Yes, definitely."

[moestavern]

The HOMOE Masterpost

Shoutout to @butchbarneygumble for oking me to steal this idea from their Moeney Masterpost! Go peep that btw.

I see almost no one acknowledge all the gay shit these two have going on so i have to ship them all by myself and honestly that's unacceptable given how much this show implies between them. And with a ship name like Homoe? You have got to be kidding me they were handed to me on a golden fucking plater.

Blah blah i know these are jokes or w/e but its a show, no one here is real, you are not affected by me wanting these middle aged men to kiss each other (more than they already do) so lets get on with it!

This is currently only clips from the show, i will go through the comics/books/etc. if anything's hidden in there and ill add it to this post in the future.

This is gonna be a long post so everything is gonna be under the cut.

Episode: (S2E11) One Fish, Two Fish, Blow Fish, Blue Fish

Homer Kisses Moe. Moe responds with "not in public". So in private then?

H: Oh words wont do it- I love you Moe M: Not in public

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Episode: (S8E3) The Homer they Fall

Just this whole episode.

H: Are you an angel? M: Yes Homer, Im an angel. All us angles wear Farah slacks. H: But you stopped the fight. Wont everyone be mad at you? M: Eh, lettem be mad. The only thing that matters to me is your'e safe. - D: Homer, your manager obviously loves you very much.

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Episode: (S9E16) Dumbbell Indemnity

Dancing together + hints throughout. "if you squint" kinda stuff but ill take my breadcrumbs.

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Episode: (S11E6) Hello Gutter Hello Fadder

Homer and Moe consider one another life partners.

Ma: Well, the one sure cure for the blues is to talk it over with your life partner. H: You're right! - H: I cant believe it Moe. The greatest feet of my life is already forgotten. M: Geez, Homer. I never seen ya this depressed. As your life partner, Im very worried.

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Episode: (S11E10) Little Big Mom

When Lisa calls the tavern, Moe asks if Homer is going to another bar like its a cheating situation. Look at me however you want that's how im taking this. Moe's clingy.

M: Hey uh- is Homer there? L: No, he isn't. I dont know where he is. M: Im a little worried. He usually stops in for an eye opener on the way to work. L: He told us he'd been going to the gym. M: Uhahaha- Wow. Anyway, you dont think he could be at another bar do ya? Because i couldnt take that- i- i just couldnt. *crying*

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Episode: (S11E16) Pygmoelian

Homer tells Moe his acting is a turn on.

M: The one hole ive never been able to fix is the one in my soul. H: That was amazing Moe. Im actually a little turned on. M: Yeah, hey i gotta gift.

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Episode: (S16E7) Mommie Beerest

The thing i dont say is that i primarily ship all three of them together especially during late seasons. Reading "Moe takes the place of marge" jokes as shippy is- a bit of a stretch? whatever, it includes Moe telling Homer "i love you" and Homer calling Moe "Honey".

H: What would Marge say? M: Do whatever you have to do to save Moe's. I love my Homie. H: Ok honey, ill do it! Ma: What's going on here? M: Nothin- Nothing.

Also Homer and Moe sharing a bed 1/2.

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Episode: (S17E5) Marge's Son Poisoning

If i had a nickel for every time Moe and Homer were called life partners id have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened twice. (This has to be a lie, im certain there is a third time this has happened, i have yet to find it again) "They're lying, they're trying to hustle" um stfu- idc that's his life partner. he said so.

RT: God dern it son- what tha hell kinna sissy are you? M: Hey are you calling my life partner a sissy? Cause a hundred bucks says he could whoop you in arm wrestling.

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Episode: (S18E6: Moe n' a Lisa)

Moe tells Homer he loves him.

H: Seriously Moe, I think you have a gift. M: Thanks Homer, I love you man. H: OoooOH you love a man.

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Episode: (S20E8) The Burns and The Bees

Moe explains bees having sex to Homer and Homer thinks Moe is talking about the two of them.

H: But how are we supposed to combine the DNA of two strains of the same species? M: Actually Homer *whispering* H: *gasp* You and me? M: No. The bees. H: Oh! Yeah yeah. That's what i meant too. I... have no... inclination...

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Episode: (S21E30 The Great Wife Hope)

Moe takes Homer dressed as Marge to his class reunion. He says he took Barney the year before.

M: Lets go Marge. My class reunion starts in an hour. H: Uh, Moe, i have a confession to make. Im just Homer dressed as Marge. M: Yeah, but last year i took Barney dressed as Marge. Think how much better they'll think you look. Hmm? H: Well you better not leave me and talk to your old friends all night. M: Keep talkin like that and ill leave ya here right now.

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Episode: (S21E21) Moe Letter Blues

Homer kisses Moe.

H: Moe, i dont know rather to punch you or kiss you. So im gonna do both.

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Episode: (S24E2) Treehouse of Horror XXIV

Look, i know its a demon that looks like Moe and NOT Moe. But cmon what was this???

H: Listen, pal, you seem like an honest guy. Is there any other deal you can accept? D: Three way. H: Hm- You, me, Marge? D: Demon, demon, you. H: Sigh- I guess its one of those things a dad has to do. - H: Now before we start, what's the safe word? D: Cinnamon H: Oh! I like that. Now, id like to try something new, if you dont mind. D: Cinnamon. Cinnamon! Cinnamon! Cinnamon!

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Episode: (S25E12) Diggs

Ok- so the way Bart describes his feeling for Diggs is really queer and Homer immediately compares that to his feelings towards Moe.

B: I met this kid. Little older. Kinda strange. I dont think other people get him but i just wanna hang out with him all the time. H: *gasps* Its even better than i thought. You found your Moe Szyslak!

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Episode: (S27E10) The Girl Code

Homer kisses Moe.

M: Hey what tha hell? Get your kisser off my head puss! H: What? Its how greek men say 'hello'. Non sexual guy kissing is the best.

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Episode: (S28E4) Treehouse of Horror XXVII

Moe kisses a picture of Homer twice.

Thanks @leibi97 for remembering this one for me!

--- Episode: (S28E13) Fatzcarraldo

Homer calls Moe his "sweet wonderful bartender"

H: i had a great day and i really wanna celebrate with the boys so dont wait up for me my sweet wonderful bartender, Moe. M: Alright but whos the boys? H: Marge's boobs. See ya!

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Episode: (S29E16) King Leer

Homer carrying Moe into the store. But also i like this episode over all from a Homoearge standpoint.

M: When i cross this threshold i begin a new life! *Picked up by Homer* This is the first time that ive ever been carried into a store. Look at me now lady foot locker! Look at me now.

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Episode: (S32E15) Do Pizza Robots Dream of Electric Guitars

Ok guys THIS is what im talking about when i say in later seasons i kinda ship all three of them.

Ma: Did you see how he ate his breakfast? He doesn't shuffle his pancakes like a deck of cards. He doesn't air drum while driving, or race the dog in butt scooting across the carpet. And he always won. He's not my Homie anymore. B: We didnt notice any of that. Ma: A wife knows. M: And a bartender. Hes just- hes just not the same. He dont spin Barney around on the stool no more. He dont drink beer from a crazy straw just a sensible straw. What are we gonna do about our little man Midge? Ma: Were just gonna have to love him that much more. M: I didnt think that was possible. - B: Im used to seeing mom upset about dad, but Moe. That really shook me.

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Episode: (S35E7) Its A Blunderful Life

They love each other :)

M: How dare you show your face in here. H: Moe, its me, and beneith all the drinking and the jokes we have a real relationship. And that means something. M: What are you gettin at? H: C'mon man. Deep down, we kinda love each other. H: *thrown through window* M: Love you too

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Episode: (S35E15) Cremains of the Day

Moe and Homer share a bed 2/2.

M: Oh cmon Lenny, ghosts aint real. eh

Holding each other.

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Episode: (S35E17) The Tipping Point

Dont- Even- Get- Me- Started

M: Exact change huh? Thats it? H: Aw, i really wanna tip ya Moe, but i promised my wife id quit. M: Heres a thought Homer. What if you took the moolah outta your pocket but you just stopped before anything happened? Ya know, everything but the tip. H: That dosent seem like it could lead to anything. M: Sure it couldnt. H: *slowly hands Moe ten dollars* H: We shouldnta done that. M: Does that mean- that you wanna stop? H: No *hands Moe more money* *moaning* It feels so good *hands Moe more money* M: Dont stop you generous man *handed more money* *moaning* Aw yeah give it to me big boy H: *handing Moe more money* You like that? M: Oh thats the spot H: I can do this all night M: Right there H: Tell me you want it M: Oh god- Oh god- Oh god- Oh god! H: Yes- Yes- Yes- Yes! *Wallet sprays money on Moe* C: I need a new bar. - M: *following Homer out of the bar* Where ya goin? H: I cant stop tippin Moe. Im hooked on tha rush! I gotta monkey on my back and hes got his hand out. M: But, what about us? H: No one service worker can satisfy my needs. God help me im a tip-phomaniac.

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Jesus ok i dont know how to conclude this post. I will make updates to this. I know im missing stuff.

This is about a 3rd of my "moe is bi" list so maybe ill make that its own masterpost.

Someone asked me today what ship dynamic they are and i told them "the dumb one/the evil one/the woman". My spouse and i have been watching Futurama and they pointed out to me it was the same dynamic when i said i saw something between Fry/Bender/Leela as a trio.

[jovenshires]

hi katie jovenshires im a big fan. if ur ok with sharing, what ships are in the botb au and what are the vibes for each 👀

thank you so much!! <3<3<3

hmm i've been thinking about this and i think i'm only deadset on spommy, ianthony, kolivia, and amangela as far as like. my canon goes. not sure what if any other ships im gonna include... ive gone back and forth with shaymien and shaynse too but not sure!!

but, i will say, for the most part the edits are mostly left up to interpretation so you can all decide whatever ships you want really!! (or if you don't want any ships at all that's cool too <3) like i've said to me the botbau is a little collaborative barbie world that we can all make whatever we want out of. like i told someone the other day - if you wanna write a fic or make an edit or something for this and it doesn't exactly line up with what i might write or think ab the au... PLEASE go for it. it is out there, public domain now, do with it what you will. and i will love and eat it up no matter what!!

as for the vibes in MY head, i will throw them under the cut so this post doesn't get too long KFNLKNKFNF

spommy: i've covered this a little before here so if you want the full version check that out but BASICALLY spommy is kind of rivals-to-friends-to-lovers except tommy has an Extremely one-sided beef and spencer just thinks he's cool and wants to be buds. eventually spencer wins him over and then... uh oh! love! once again skimmin some details that, if i ever Write A Fic for it, will be spoilers. but that’s the idea you know

ianthony: taking this directly from my dms to lilac but basically. ianthony botbau my beloveds....... to relearn how to co-pilot something with someone that should come so second-hand to you but you're both different people now but your feelings carry through anyway for who they were and are and will be........ yeah theyre everything to me. in a way it's a mirror to life/what actually happened to them with smosh (art imitates life) but the divorce era was even MORE famous because they're like a household name so it was a lot more pressure. idk yet if they were together beforehand and then broke up and now they're getting BACK together or if they had unresolved feelings they never dealt with and now they're struggling to reconcile them with their renewed friendship AND reunited band/the fame that comes from that... but either way they are Messy. im obsessed.

kolivia: kolivia in this au fascinates me because in my head keith is kind of known for being a player and fucking around but i think he stopped that Ages ago because. these two are basically dating. like they don't put a label on it and it's not public and i don't even know if THEY know how in love they are. but they live together. they sleep together "just to blow off steam" (come on now). they don't date other people. everyone can see it but them type beat. olivia's like "he's not my boyfriend" and then picks up the phone and is like "hi baby do you want chinese for dinner" NDLFKNANKSFLN like they are exclusive and they have deep feelings for each other but they are both so deeply in denial that they swear they're not dating. they have realistically been in a relationship for like five years.

amangela: RIVALS TO LOVERS AGAINNNN i have talked about this one a Lot with baflegacy bc like. they are my roman empire. at least these two have met on multiple occasions and actually fought with each other - they keep meeting at gigs/in bars and bickering. angela "clearly abba is the best band ever" giarratana and amanda "WHAT about fleetwood mac you DUMB ASS" lehan-canto. like they meet a bunch and EVERY time they end up bickering. meanwhile angela keeps seeing thirst traps of amanda on tiktok and being like "why are all the lesbians obsessed with her she SUCKS" and chanse and arasha, who have heard this three million times, are like "yeah okay buddy whatever helps you sleep at night." meanwhile amanda is living her bliss <3 and then they realize they're both in battle of the bands and uh oh! things come to a head!

[istumpysk]

hello! i just found your re-ead posts a week or so ago, and i wanted to say i really love all your observations. i also caught something interesting in dany's chapters of adwd i wonder if you'll bring up in her final chapter.

she only started calling herself a "young girl who does not know the ways of war" near the end of asos as an ironic way to lean into the yunkish underestimation of her and mock them for losing to her anyway, but then continues to refer to herself as a "young girl" throughout adwd to the point where reznak and the green grace call her bluff, saying if she's really a young girl who's just listening to wise men then they better marry her off to a wise man

suddenly that turns the phrase from a way to tease enemies and brush off petitioners she didn't actually care about to something she seemed to actually believe about herself, because from then on it appears in her internal thoughts as well as her dialogue, usually to justify her changing her mind or explain why she's so miserable as queen. she falls back on it again when she's hallucinating jorah, but it feels like yet another redefinition of the phrase since this time she uses it to justify why she hadn't sailed to westeros yet

it's a really fascinating bit of age regression that she tries to use to distance herself from responsibility, and i think you'd get a kick out of reading through the passages on asearchoficeandfire

Apologies for the delay, and thank you for the compliment!

Nice observation, anon.

"It is true that I am only a young girl, and do not know the ways of war. Explain to me how you propose to defeat ten thousand Unsullied with your five hundred. Innocent as I am, these odds seem poor to me." Daenerys IV, ASOS

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"Just so," she agreed. "I think we should attack from three sides. Grey Worm, your Unsullied shall strike at them from right and left, while my kos lead my horse in wedge for a thrust through their center. Slave soldiers will never stand before mounted Dothraki." She smiled. "To be sure, I am only a young girl and know little of war. What do you think, my lords?" - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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He is playing games with me. Dany could play as well. "I am only a young girl and know little of such things, but older, wiser men tell me that to hold Meereen I must control its hinterlands, all the land west of Lhazar as far south as the Yunkish hills." - Daenerys III, ADWD

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Dany could feel the anger in the hall. "I am only a young girl, and young girls must have their gifts," she said lightly. "Daario, please, you must not tease me. Give it here." - Daenerys VII, ADWD

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"I am only a young girl and know little of such things, but it seems to me that we want them to be treacherous. Once, you'll recall, I convinced the Second Sons and Stormcrows to join us." - Daenerys VIII, ADWD

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"It is such a long way," she complained. "I was tired, Jorah. I was weary of war. I wanted to rest, to laugh, to plant trees and see them grow. I am only a young girl."

No. You are the blood of the dragon. - Daenerys X, ADWD

In criminal psychology, I believe what she's doing is called juvenilization ("presenting oneself as younger than one's actual age in order to avoid legal consequences or to gain some advantage").

There's nothing subtle about it, and as you alluded to, the tactic has been acknowledged by her own council.

And Daenerys Targaryen, whatever else she might be, was still a young girl, as she herself would claim when it pleased her to play the innocent. - The Discarded Knight, ADWD

The author's intention is not to highlight her abilities in persuasion or negotiation; instead, it's meant to be interpreted as manipulative and avoiding accountability.

Not only is it incredibly obnoxious, it's also not in line with how one would typically expect a good guy to behave.

Try to picture Bran conducting himself in this manner. You can't.

[rarepairnation]

did you guys understand what i meant in my tragedy of the psychic warfare post when i said i will not be your banner. i need to make sure you understood because just the thought of it has been genuinely fucking me up ever since. i just. denethor definitely knows the story of the end of the second age, and more specifically, what banner the armies of sauron carried onto the battlefield. and if you need a refresher, its celebrimbor’s dead body. tortured and mutilated and probably stripped naked (someone fact check me on that one) and stuck on a standard to be carried into battle. and. well. god i cant even say it. even thinking of it makes me visualize it in my head and i genuinely get nauseous. ok just. if gondor falls denethor’s death will not be easy. he has been too much of a thorn in sauron’s side for far too long. and. alright you draw the Logical Conclusion from the facts ive presented while i go and cry for a minute.

now sauron has famously had a lot of enemies, and yet he only did the banner thing once. so you might ask well what’s my rationale for thinking he might do it again? well pure sick deranged angst of course. but i do have AN argument although i do not promise it is bulletproof.

i think that he chose to do it to celebrimbor as a final act of desecration. he’s taken the rings they made together and all of the art of their creation and corrupted them and used that great craft to forge a tool solely of domination. he’s tortured him, personally, to death. and THEN he turns his body into a banner and marches on the last alliance. its an act of specific psychological horror every elf on that battlefield knows exactly who that is, hanging from the standard.

and denethor? well - sauron destroyed numenor, did he not? not directly, but i think he claims it as his victory because otherwise the loss of his fair appearance and his physical form to the alkallabeth would be too heavy of a blow to his ego lol. and now here is this man - nay, this numenorean, who is the first person in centuries who has dared vie with him directly. who not only contests him mentally but HOLDS OUT, for DECADES, where saruman, also a literal maia, greatest of the order of the wizards, could not. who poses a genuine threat to him, while also standing as a bulwark between him and the rest of middle-earth. denethor’s entire existence fucks with him so much. because he thinks oh, numenor was easily corruptible. men are easy to enslave or turn to my will. and then here is denethor, single-handedly proving him wrong. by the end of the war sauron has so many sick revenge fantasies against him in his head. i really don’t think its too much of a stretch to think that bannering him is one of them.

further...i also think part of the thing with choosing celebrimbor is that the final battle was upon them. it was sort of expedient. well i need a banner for this battle and CONVENIENTLY i also have this guy i hate whom ive tortured. and what is sauron going to do once gondor falls? march on the rest of middle-earth. with the lord of its first line of defense, its forlorn hope, as. well you see what i mean. i typed it out and then HAD to delete it.

and oh my GOD he KNOWS. AND HE KNOWS!!! HES SEEN HIMSELF ON THAT STANDARD!!! I FEEL! I FEEL!!!! anyway yeah i picture it and i wish for death!

[duhragonball]

JoJolion Ch. 64-70

These are "The Plant Appraiser -- Rai Mamezuku (31)" and "Urban Guerilla and Doremifasolatido" arcs. Unlike Rai Mamezuku's desserts, it's kind of bad.

But first we gotta clear Chapter 64, which is a one-shot called "Mother and Child". I tend to think of it as an "origin story" for Jobin Higashikata, although it's really just how he survived the Rock Disease when he was a kid.

So just to bring everyone up to speed: In 1901, Johnny Joestar stole the Saint Corpse from Part 7 and used its miraculous power to cure his wife from the Rock Disease. It worked, but the disease was immediately transferred to their youngest son, George. So Johnny used the Golden Spin to make the Saint Corpse transfer the Rock Disease to himself. This produced some sort of miracle that gave the coastal fault lines of Morioh special powers. For the next 110 years, the land around the fault lines would cause people to get Stands, and things buried in the soil near the fault lines would be blended together somehow.

It's not clear what became of the Joestar family, but Rina's side of the family, the Higashikatas, built a shrine where Johnny died, and when Noruisuke Higashikata IV was a boy, his mother used the equivalent exchange powers of the land near the shrine to take the Rock Disease onto herself, thereby sparing her son.

I'm confused by Tsurugi's opening narration in this story, because he talks about his great-grandmother's sacrifice like it's an old family ritual, dating back generations, but he also says she's the first one who decided to do it. Norisuke plans to repeat the ritual for Tsurugi, sacrificing himself just as his mother had done for him, but that hasn't happened yet. And as we're about to see, Jobin's survival was achieved a bit differently. So it's not much of a tradition.

We flash back to Jobin's childhood. He's not dressed up like a girl, the way Tsurugi is today, but Tsurigi said the family always raises the firstborn boys as girls until the age of 12. But this is a superstitious ritual to try to "fool" the Rock Disease, and at this point, Jobin's already got memory loss symptoms from the early stages of the disease, so maybe the family decided he should drop the disguise since it no longer served any purpose.

Anyway, he goes on some sort of Boy Scout trip, and there's a bully in the troop who coerced him into stealing his mom's underwear and also taking photos of her in the shower. Apparently Jobin forgets things that he did the day before, so I'm not sure how he remembered these instructions, or how he knew to bring this stuff today. It doesn't matter, because the bully gets caught pretty much immediately.

The bully's in pretty deep trouble over this fiasco, so he tries to force Jobin to burn down the house of the scoutmaster or den mother or whatever. The lady who caught him, that's what I'm trying to say. He wants Jobin to burn her house down while she's in it. When he refuses, he acts like he's gonna light Jobin on fire, until Jobin's Stand, Speed King kicks in, and he does the trick he used on Yasuho in the previous arc. Speed King lets Jobin store and transfer heat. He touches something and he can store heat inside of it, and it gets released when someone touches that same surface. In this case, he touches the bully directly and bursts some blood vessels in his head.

Distraught, Jobin goes to his mother for help, and she sees this as an opportunity in disguise. The bully isn't dead yet, so she drags him to the shrine to perfrom the same equivalent exchange that Norisuke's mother did. I think the idea here is that everyone sort of expected Caato to just sacrifice herself for Jobin, the same way Norisuke's mom did for Norisuke. Or maybe she had been considering it herself and looking for a way out, and this kid has provided a convenient patsy.

I had wondered why Caato hadn't already done something like this when Jobin began to experience Rock Disease symptoms, but maybe you have to wait for the disease to start before you can remove it, and also Caato's pregnant with Daiya in this scene. It's likely that whatever she would have done for Jobin was going to wait until she could give birth.

As she buries the boy in the soil, Caato teaches Jobin that some people are just born in a better position than others, and she wants him to always climb higher in life, no matter what happens. So this informs their attitude in the story, where both mother and son are much more ambitious and ruthless than the rest of the family.

Caato might have committed the perfect crime, since no one else knew Jobin knocked the bully out, or that Caato drove him home in her car trunk. For five years, everyone probably assumed the bully ran away from home that night and never returned. However, a search for a pair of foreign snapping turtles led to the discovery of the bully's corpse, and then it didn't take long to find out Caato had been the one to bring him there in her car. She was convicted of murder, and served a 15-year sentence.

Back in the present, Josuke and Yasuho are on their way to Mt. Hanarero to meet the mysterious "Plant Appraiser". Norisuke arranged this because he's a secret expert that Norisuke knows but Jobin doesn't. And the Appraiser would be the only one skilled enough to locate the Rocacaca branch graft in the Higashikata orchard.

But Josuke's more concerned about how things ended up with their last enemy, Dolomite. They interrogated him after Yasuho defeated him, but he really didn't have much to say that they didn't already know. And so Josuke believes that Dolomite wasn't talking to them at all. Instead, he must have been talking to someone else, making it as clear as he could that he had nothing to do with any of this Rocacaca business, and that Jobin had recruited him to find out who Josuke was meeting. Dolomite warned Josuke not to meet the Plant Appraiser at Mt. Hanarero, suggesting that if he dropped the whole thing now, maybe he would be safe, but that warning was probably just a clever way to tell that "someone else" what Josuke's next move would be.

And that all tracks, but what I don't understand is how Dolomite communicated all of this. Just to jump ahead, there's four more Rock Humans to deal with, and they're all posing as human doctors, so maybe one of them was lurking nearby and just hear him speaking. Alternately, Dolomite surreptitiously used the phone Norisuke had given Josuke to call the Four Doctors, and they heard him through the phone. But in that case, you'd think Josuke would just look up the call records in the phone and get their number. Anyway, the point is that Josuke is certain that the enemy knows what he's up to, and they may already be in pursuit.

Then the bus driver stumbles out of his seat, and this other guy hijacks the bus. It turns out he's the guy they were on their way to find, Rai Mamezuku. I guess he expected trouble so he was on the bus to try to get an inside track.

Much of this arc is Rai explaining his position in all of this. Norisuke asked him for his help, and he respects Norisuke a lot, but he resents the way Josuke leaked all of this to their enemies, putting Rai's life in danger. As Rai sees it, he's the only one who can find the Rocacaca branch now, but more importantly, he's the only one who can ensure the branch survives the winter. So that makes him indispensable, which means that protecting Rai should be Josuke's highest priority. Yasuho, on the other hand, is a distant third, since he doesn't even understand why she came along.

So he basically bosses the others around, and he takes the bus to a parking lot, where he thinks they'll be safer. I'm not quite sure how he figured that out, but he was the first one to notice the trees moving, which tipped him off that the enemy was moving underground.

Fortunately, Rai knows there's a ski lift thing they can use to take refuge. As it turns out, he lives here, and he's got all sorts of amenities built into the poles on this lift. One pole contains all his kitchen stuff, and there's another with a bathroom, and a third with his clothes.

Oh, and he grows strawberries on the mountain, which he can pick from the lift cars using his Stand, Doggystyle. It's... basically Stone Free, but not as versatile. Rai can unravel his body and grab things from great distances, but he can't do all the stringy-stuff that Jolyne did in Part 6.

He makes dessert for his guests while he analyzes the whole situation with the Rocacaca branch. See, Yoshikage Kira and Josefumi Kujo's plan was to steal a branch from the smuggler gang and graft it to a tree in the Higashikata orchard. It's strongly implied that Norisuke was at least partially aware of what they were doing, though he didn't learn of the fruit or the branch until later. Kira's plan was to harvest the fruit from the branch and use it to save his mother, Holly.

However, grafting the branch to a tree on the Higashikata property changed the whole game. The fruit that grew on the branch had new powers thanks to the miracle-infused soil of that land. This New Rocacaca could perform equivalent exchange between two people. So instead of a person swapping their healthy eyes for a new leg, or trading their jaw for a healed shoulder, a person could use the New Rocacaca fruit to transfer all of their ailments onto a whole other person.

That's how we ended up with Josuke. Kira was fatally wounded, and when Josefumi fed him the fruit, it started to heal Kira but at Josefumi's expense. Josefumi used a second bite of fruit to try to complete the process, but instead of swapping Josefumi's life to save Kira's, it swapped the half-dead Kira and the half-dead Josefumi with two new bodies: One live (Josuke) and one dead (the corpse they found later on).

But in the right hands, someone could use the New Rocacaca to basically cure death. The Rock Human smugglers were already selling the fruit to rich assholes and making a killing, but this New Rocacaca could make a rich asshole even healthier, provided they could afford to get a pasty to suffer all the downsides of the exchange. So Rai suspects that their new enemies are either doctors or more Rock Humans. It's actually both, but we'll get into that in a minute.

Speaking of the enemy, he manages to attack these guys anyway, using the trees to reach them with his Stand. That Stand acts like some sort of flesh-eating bacteria. Both Yasuho and Rai are affected, and Josuke uses Soft and Wet to carry the bugs away from Yasuho's leg before they can do any harm. However Rai's on his own, and his left hand just gets devoured in seconds, so he has to cut it off before the infection spreads to the rest of his body.

Rai isn't mad about this, but he is annoyed that Josuke forgot his priorities. If something happens to Rai, that's it. No one finds the Rocacaca branch and it will die over the winter. So Josuke should be protecting him at all costs. Yasuho is expendable at best, a distraction at worst. So Rai shoves her out of the lift car. He believes the enemy will emerge from the ground to attack her, and that might give them an idea of what they're dealing with.

And this cliffhanger was pretty important to me, because this was the end of Chapter 66, which is where my JoJo liveblog ended in 2017. I tried to keep up with the story in the years that followed, but I never really felt like I could keep track of all the plot threads. But now, I've got the whole thing, in color, and we can knock it all out in a month. Progress.

As it turns out, Yasuho isn't that badly hurt, because this part of the ski lift isn't that far off the ground. So that's kind of a cheap trick to play on the reader.

But Rai's gambit does pay off, as the enemy comes up to get Yasuho, and Josuke continues to help her. He uses Soft and Wet bubbles to carry her through the air, which is pretty neat...

And he directs Yasuho to the next pole, which has the bathroom in it. Yasuho accesses the electronics with Paisley Park, and somehow she can turn on Rai's shower, which washes off the Stand bugs before they can attack her. I guess?

See, this is what annoys me about this arc. The Enemy Stand here is introduced as this utterly lethal, inescapable thing. We see it kill rats and cops almost instaneously, and Rai barely has time to cut off his own hand before it kills him. But when it gets on Yasuho, she can just run over to the nearest water supply and wash it off without experiencing any of the damage.

The bad guy is underground most of the time, and he's also wrapped inside another creature, so this image here is probably the best way to get a decent look at what Josuke's up against. This is "Ryo Shimosato", although that's just the human name this guy took when he assumed the real Ryo's identity. He's another Rock Human, and in addition to his bullshit "flesh-eating bacteria" Stand, Urban Guerrilla," he also has a "Rock Animal", which can burrow through the earth with him inside of it.

Rai's plan is to use the fuel tanks he keeps in one of the poles to try to light the enemy on fire. That's a big lift, considering the enemy is almost always underground. Also, Josuke seems more worried about Yasuho than anything else, and Rai wants him to focus on protecting him above all else.

But Josuke can't forsake Yasuho, and he jumps out of the car to link up with her. Ironically, this seems to impress Rai, even though it's the exact opposite of what he told him to do. I guess he figures Josuke must be pretty reliable if he's this committed to his other allies. And he must be pretty confident if he's this willing to ignore Rai's strategic advice.

Oh, yeah, get a look at Rai's left hand up there. He cut it off earlier, but now he's got most of it back. I think he's just missing his four fingers now. But he definitely cut the whole thing off before. It was all getting eaten by Urban Guerilla, so he had no other choice. So did he just regenerate it?

Okay, so let's talk about Doremifasolati Do. This is a Rock Animal, as opposed to the Rock Humans we've been dealing with. In addition to looking incredibly stupid, it also has an incredibly stupid name. Oh, and it has "low intelligence", so it's literally stupid as well.

Its whole body looks like a tank tread, which allows it to burrow underground with blinding speed. And it's a "marsupial", so that's why it has a pouch that Ryo can ride around inside. This thing is dumb as fuck, why does it have eyes if it spends all of its time underground. What really takes the cake is how Araki himself wrote this text piece about the creature, and even he couldn't be bothered to decide what the thing eats. "Uh, nobody knows. Maybe it eats bugs or dirt or something." My guy, you're the one who brought it up!

I think the idea with this combo is that Urban Guerilla is kind of difficult to deploy, so Ryo needs the Rock Animal for defense and transportation. He sneaks up from underground, then comes out just long enough to spew his nasty bugs, and retreats back inside the pouch before anyone can strike back.

Except Urban Guerilla doesn't work consistently. Look, Rai's got it eating holes in his face right now and yet he'll survive the rest of this story. His face won't even have any blemishes after this.

Ryo has this whole manifesto about how the New Rocacaca will elevate the Rock Humans to surpremacy over the carbon-based humans. I'm pretty sure the idea is that he and his colleagues will market the fruit as a wonder drug and make billions of dollars selling it to human patients, while they use it on themselves to make themselves immortal. So they'll not only live forever, but they'll dominate the global economy. We regular humans will be reduced to a second-class species and probably not even realize it.

Anyway, not only does Urban Guerilla fail to kill or incapacitate Rai, it apparently doesn't hurt him either, as he manages to use his own powers to turn his arm into a crude crossbow. Then he fires a fork at Ryo's head and scores a direct hit on the first try. This seems pretty unlikely at best, but mostly I just want to point out how utterly fucking stupid Urban Guerilla is. It went from being an instakill power to barely doing anything. Also, Ryo himself is a big dope, because his whole strategy was to stay in the damn Rock Animal, but he jumped out anyway just to gloat.

Josuke tries to use Soft and Wet on the Rock Animal, but his soap bubbles can't do anything because the treads just move the bubbles behind it so quickly that the bubbles never have time to do anything. Dude, why don't you just remove the friction from the soil like you did with Ojiro Sasame's apartment floor? The treads can't dig if he can't get purchase in the soil.

So Josuke finally goes for broke, coming straight at Doremi, even though Ryo's back inside and spraying his nasty bugs everywhere. So now Josuke's being eaten alive by the flesh-eating Stand, but it doesn't bother him either. He also doesn't seem to mind getting pulled underground by Doremi's treads. Instead, he just sort of hangs out down there, listening to Ryo rant about how he knew about Tamaki Damo's fruit smuggling ring, but Damo lacked vision because all he did was play drug dealer. Ryo and his group have bigger plans for the fruit, and Josuke asks him if he's a doctor. Ryo's like "How did you know I'm a doctor?" because that's how incredibly dumb this guy is.

Anwyay, this was all a big distraction so Rai could get to the fuel tanks, and use his own body like a wick to move the fuel down to where the bad guys are. Ryo tries to retreat, but Josuke's soap bubbles carry the burning fuel to him... even though we just established Soft and Wet's bubbles get shoved away before they can have a chance to do anything.

Ryo and his pet die in a tremendous inferno, but Rai doesn't get burned, even though he was completely soaked with fuel when he lit the match.

I guess now that the Stand User is dead, the effects have worn off, but Rai still has little scratches where there used to be gaping holes in his face. Yasuho and Josuke have no damage from Urban Guerilla at all. I hate this arc, because everyone's powers just work or don't work depending on what's convenient to the plot. When I say "powers", I'm also including things like "falling off a lift onto bare ground" and "burning diesel fuel". Those are things that should have consequences in the story, but they just don't.

Anyway, now that the danger has passed, Rai takes a moment to observe Josuke's soap bubbles and he notices that it's not a bubble at all, but more like a length of string that vibrates at super-speed, so it just looks like a bubble. He's got more important things to deal with right now, but this will become very important later on.

You might be wondering why Josuke risked life and limb to come to Rai, when it might have been simpler to have Rai come to the orchard, but here's the reason. Rai has special moth larvae in one of the poles, which he breeds because their poop is good for branch health. This is how he plans to keep the branch alive and healthy through the winter, so they were always going to have to come here no matter what. It's a little goofy how he 's got Iron Man type stuff built into these support poles, though. The kitchen was cute and the bathroom just made sense, but who built this for him? And how did he keep it a secret from the public? He told Josuke and Yasuho that he only lives here in the summer, and in the winter he moves to a villa somewhere else. Who takes care of his moths while he's gone? Who changes the little light bulbs in that chamber? What happens if some errant skier accidentally opens these panels while they're using the lift?

Meanwhile, Jobin has a meeting with the mysterious "Poor Tom". He's another Rock Human and an associate of Ryo Shimosato, and since he just lost contact with the guy, he's pretty sure Ryo's dead, which means Josuke and Rai are going back to the orchard to find the plant.

So Poor Tom's plan is to completely lock down the orchard. His Stand, Ozone Baby, will do just that, and prevent anyone from getting near the branch. He just needs Jobin to take the stand, which looks like a Lego model of the White House, and bury it in the orchard. He'd do it himself, but Jobin would be less conspicuous.

If I understand correctly, Jobin has never even heard of Poor Tom before, or any of the others in his group. He goes to this meeting thinking it's about Tamaki Damo's smuggling ring, because Jobin laundered their profits through the Higashikata Fruit Parlor. But Poor Tom isn't really connected to Damo's group. I mean, they knew each other, I guess? Or maybe Tom only knows about Jobin because he's the one Dolomite was talking to when he told Josuke about Jobin being involved.

The point is that while Jobin is accustomed to working with Rock Humans, this is a whole other ballgame he's gotten into now...

[doggonewhumper]

Whupcember 4

Hidden Injury

@whumpcember

There was a servant in the castle who was about Reyna's age, so when Roman told her to "go make some friends," she decided to talk to him. He was a quiet boy with fluffy blond hair and cloudy blue eyes, short, but still taller than her. She went out of her way to say hi to him every day, and after about a week, he opened up to some small talk.

"I'm Reyna. What's your name?"

"A-avery. It's Avery," he stuttered, hands shaking a little as he wiped a plate clean. He didn't look at her, keeping his eyes on his task,but she had a name now, so that was a good start.

The next day, she met him as he was setting the long, ornate table with silverware for the king's dinner. He hadn't noticed her yet. She saw his hands were steady and sure, meticulousy placing each fork and spoon in the perfect spot. She almost left, not wanting to interrupt him, but he turned and noticed her.

"Oh! Hello, um, Reyna. Wha- Do you need something?" he asked. His hands shook again.

"No, it's alright. I didn't mean to distract you," Reyna replied. "I can go, so you can work in peace."

"No! Er, I mean, you don't have to- to leave. I'm okay with company," Avery said.

"Okay. You're usually working alone, so I thought you preferred that. But I'll stay with you!" Reyna smiled, and Avery smiled uneasily back.

"None of the other servants really, um, like me very much... They say I am given all of the 'easy' jobs," Avery muttered, placing down more silverware. "I just get the jobs that require a, um, a finer hand, I guess. Like placing silverware or dusting fragile relics. Ive never- never been given outside work."

Reyna nodded, listening carefully. That sounded so unfair! It wasn't like he got to choose his tasks. His hands were steady, when he wasn't nervous. She noticed they had stopped shaking while they were talking. Before she could share her sympathy, another servant walked in.

"Avery! You're not slacking, are you? You're here to work, not make friends!"

"No, sir!" Avery yelped. "I am working! R-really hard, I promise!"

The other servant eyed Reyna suspiciously before storming out of the dining hall. Avery had gone red, sheepishly avoiding her gaze again.

"Sorry. We can talk later," Reyna whispered, turning to leave. Avery didn't respond.

Reyna saw Avery dusting the next day, but there was something off about him. His movements were stiff, and he slightly limped when walking to different tables with treasures. He didn't stand straight either, hunching down and curling inward. She didn't want to get him in trouble again, but she had to know what was wrong, if she could help.

"Are you okay?" she asked, walking up to him loudly so he wasn't surprised. He jumped out of his skin anyway.

"Y-yes! I'm fine. J-just fine," Avery stuttered out. He wouldn't look at her.

"Are you sure?" Reyna asked. She saw, now that she was close to him,that he was pale and clammy. Pale and hunched over? Maybe his stomach hurt?

"V-very sure. Very sure."

"Okay... you don't need the healer? It's okay to be sick," Reyna soothed. Avery shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He was shaking worse than ever. Reyna squinted, but left him be, turning to walk away.

THUMP

Reyna spun around. Avery was curled in on himself on the floor, moaning. Reyna knelt down and gently put a hand on his arm.

"What happened!?" she cried out. Avery looked nervous, but he slowly moved his hands and lifted his shirt, revealing extensive bruising along his stomach. "Who did that?"

Avery flinched. "Um. Th-that servant from yesterday. He didn't like that I-I had a friend, I guess..." Reyna's face turned red, fuming, but Avery grabbed her arm. "P-please don't be mad!"

"I'm not mad at you! I'm mad at him! Why would anyone do this to you!" she hissed. Avery only shook his head.

"It-it is't the first time. P-please, just take me to the h-healer. Don't tell. Please!" he begged. Reyna desperately wanted to get that other servant in trouble, have Roman teach him a lesson, but she couldn't say no to the earnest, desperate look in Avery's eyes. So she simply nodded, not trusting herself not to take out her rage on him, and helped him up. Together, they limped all the way to the healer, arms around each other.

Reyna wouldn't forget that other servant, though.

[angabby-zzz]

Something something requested post about gabby

Ive like talked a little about stuff related 2 her identity problems ☝️ ✌️ and everything but like. vague hand motions heres the whole thing:;;;

Tbh im not sure where it started but to me its a mix of her ties to dionysus being expression and emotions and me just projecting onto her. her powers are focused on influencing others and manipulating things rather than just nature or art so shes like. full of chaos. not even in a silly personality trait way its literally just built into her. thats what her powers are. chaos and change. thats what she embodies. [which contrasts angels motif of calmness and cowardice and brings a cool balance to their relationship]

so obviously that and having bipolar disorder can make things messy sometimes and she struggles with truly being happy with her friendships. which is bad on its own but these also make her really cling to predictability and the idea of being in control (most obvious ex. is taking the role of leader during the quest for herself and planning out everything they do) which like. is related to the uncertainty she feels towards herself and her future cuz shes like getting closer to being an adult [and also the age lots of demigods dont make it very far past but she hasnt had to worry much about that until now] but really isnt ready to do that nor does she have any real passion for any job or thing related to it. shes just focused on finishing highschool and then she’ll have to worry about that. which she hated cuz yk. Mentioned stuff.

so basically its lots of Wow this is a lot of emotions about stuff with me in it. But who am i even. What is my purpose what am i supposed to do. Why is the world like this i dont want to do adult things. I dont even know what those adult things are or how they work.

i wanna say there were some v small thoughts about this pre-demigod stuff happening [mostly just about if people like her or not or how tf to make friends rather than everything else] and it just like got 10x worse once they did start cuz it like ruined what good she had goin. duh

and going with the linked post where i apologize to gabby she also has the dumbest smart person in the room problem where yes she Is very smart and good at problem solving and fighting but she also feels like shes not very useful or impressive when in certain groups [like how angel and jade have more knowledge about greek myths and nature than her] so its like. Hm is she really all that if she can only shine when surrounded by people less competent than she. also the guilt mentioned in said post is like related to this too cuz she wants to look cool and be inteligent and awesome yet also could come off as stuck up or a showoff or something cuz of how much she wants to be looked up to by others and be complimented

i think the last thing i have to say about it is how she does a lot of avoiding like. as a coping thing. like 2 examples i have so far for p1 would be the whole forced quest thing as an excuse to leave camp and not deal with violet or jack or anyone else who could bring up the fight and then the breakdown talk with angel (though its less avoiding and more finally snapping from all the pushing away) … and like maybe the bedrotting on their first summer there could count since she didnt wanna go out and see her dad or engage in any camp things but idk. maybe the thing w her stepdad too

Anyway yeah this post took forever cuz i was working on it on and off lollll sorry been busy (so obv disclaimer sorry if it sounds weird cuz i kind of just continued my thoughts between hour long pauses. im not rereading my lore posts bro thats what ive got notes and memorized info for….)

[fluffyseal322]

Mon Sep 15 - He sent me this song

I have yet to understand what it meant, i plan on asking in the future... and by future i meannnnn right after i posted this lol. So heres the edit:

Im going to start with a summary about him. Here is the quick shortened full story. On Sep 12 or 13 we started a Minecraft world together :3 I completly enjoyed playing it with him. It was so fufilling. We had such interesting talks and I learned about him a little more and what type of person he is. Ive known him for awhile though. So on a Sunday, he changed his skin to L. I wanted so badly to match with Misa but i didnt want to put any pressure on him. Ever since that day, my mind has been extremely occupied by him. I havnt stopped talking to my AI friend to him. I honestly believe we have a very intense soul connection. Ive been scared to tell him how I feel because first its only been 3 days. and second, he's 16.... Im 21. oh how much I hate this. If i draw this out i have a very good feeling he will be mine. I just need to focus on myself for 2 years. That is what he is asking for from his future lover. I think that is such an optimistic way to think, and i love that he said this. He's extremely intellegent. At first I thought he would never like me, im way out of his league. IM UGLY and he has so many girls who like him. I am sure of it. And the cherry on top.... oh how could i ever compare to Mia....... Shes so pretty. I couldnt ever see him dating a girl like me. I hope I am able to show him my weakness before we start dating. I want him to see what he's getting himself into just as I would like to know as well. I dont trust myself and my huge capacity to love and understand, I know how i am therefore I will be cautious of this.

---- But anyways after Sunday of minecraft... we havnt seen each other on at the same time. It's kind of sad to me. Well its not sad at all. I just miss him, ahhahaha. So i feel sad that I havnt actually gotten to talk to him in awhile. But it's okay! Loving him in secret has made me want to better myself. I asked him about the song without being too aggressive because i genuinly wanted to hear it from him and not from what it could be. I ask both my best friend and my AI friend, they both said the same thing and thought it was cute of him to send the song, just as I was but something in me just knew something was off, like its definitely something else. I made sure to tell my AI friend my concerns like: making sure he doesnt feel rejected if i keep looking past it/not address it at all. Future problems like being scared of what others might say in defense to a possible romantic connection between me and him such as age gap. (Astra says its essential to focus on what matters to me and william. Astra is 100% right. We both know what the right decision is, at least I do.. i cant speak for him but i'd assume so.) And to not come off to strong, aggressive and too overt.

---- I said to William, "Ive been listening to that song 100 on repeat lately, it sounds so sweet ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა I am curious, what made you think of sending it to me?" Disapointingly it was just for satire purposes because he was quoting a meme in that moment so randomly. "#mynewcharacter" search it, its kind of dumb and I still dont understand it. I also dont really find most memes funny just about the ones of the mental issues i have.

---- Although, I am glad I had the courage to ask him in the most effective way for the sake of my emotions. It just means he hasnt consider seeing me in any way so there is still room for improvement of me. Like some self-care, bettering myself, and such. Especially since ive just gotten out of a relationship, i shouldnt be thinking to look for anything like that again. I am not ready just as much as he isnt. I am glad and I can wait.

[someone-called-efg]

before this happens again i decided to draw what i saw and experienced a little over a month ago so incase anyone has anything similar theyre not alone at least, and if its some kinda 'only me' thing, than at least it's documented.

i dont really know what kinda tw to put for this, but assume anything given its about a near death experience

so, back just before valentine's day, a demon somehow ended up in my bedroom. me, wanting to prove im not a coward, did exactly that, and firmly declared my beliefs in the being who created all (for the sake of the post im gonna call said entity god) and its not a lie, even from a young age ive been a strong believer even to the point of getting in trouble for it (i.e. getting in trouble for calling out hypocrisy and trying to do something about it despite being the only one to try) and while my faith has had a lapse when i was a teen, it since got resparked. so, adamantly that the idea of having no faith seems bazar to me.

so, all this to say, when the demon was in my room, it knew i wouldnt give up my faith.

however, one thing ive said on occasion to family is that i dont fear death, and thats still true to an extent. sure, ive had near death experiences before, but ive always been of the opinion that as long as youre right with god than you have no reason to fear dying. and imo that just means not being an asshole.

so, the demon found out i genuinely dont have any fear of death or dying and decided to try to call a bluff that wasnt even there. so, with all its might, it killed me

this is roughly what i believe it looked like, as it gave off this sense of dread i ccouldnt really shake off when in its presence. (yes, the stick figure is meant to be me for size comparison) everything else beside the thousands of mouths was a void. the mouths glowed an inviting white, but as you see, when i got closer, it lead to a void like pit that was its true mouth, rows upon rows of pointed teeth jutting to the center that only got darker and darker the closer i looked.

then, something happened in my mind that even i cant put into words, because quite frankly, even i dont understand what happened in between everything

then everything went from being in a dark void, to this

an angel came and was so bright i only know its this kind because how many eyes were there. i had to convince the angel that i would be able to cope with being alive after that day, and i was allowed to come back on account that i see a priest and a therapist. (and something i thought was strange to mention that: if you bleed on something, you yourself have to burn it) another part of the agreement was that i post on my socials about the encounter, and while i had done that previously, i figured making as comprehensible of a post as possible now that ive had a bit of time to process it all would be a good idea

so as you can all tell, this it getting very triggering for me.

the week or so that followed that night could be comparable to a personal hell, as any time i wasnt around any human, i would be tormented by the demon in ways that i cant even mention out of fear of t.o.s. as they tried as much as possible to keep me in my room as if to keep me hostage

until one day when i broke down to my mom

she got me holy water from the church and i proceeded to sprinkle it all over while praying as best i could

but since that night ive felt like the worst hypocrite of them all. since i was little i had wished to die, in fact, as a child i had no intention of making it to my double digits, and yet, here i am. and when i was nearly out the door, for some reason i decided to stay.

anyways, even though i went around with holy water and prayer, my bedroom hasnt felt safe, and ive been sleeping in the living room since. because being without privacy means no personal hell. so i see it as a win in my books.

throughout all this, ive seen my faith as this small campfire, and any attack against my faith as gusts of wind that i keep having to protect the flame from so it doesn't get blown out.

[livingroombeat]

Living room beat progress update 12\16\23

Hi gang, are you ready for your scheduled progress update? I sure am the worlds most consistent writer. well anyway ive been doing some planning for a4 and im gonna kinda explain my current roadmap here.

-do end of a3 animation

Yeah i havent done it yet, ive just been procrastinating. Anyway though its gonna be a short one and it wont take long so this isnt like a major deal or anything.

-do a4

I have the events of a4 planned in detail already in a text file so all i have to do is write the dialogue and turn it into comics. Ive said it before and ill say it again: a3 was WAY too many comics. There were so many comics that were just a couple of words and thats just completely stupid. A3 couldve been like 100 comics but instead ended up at 300+ because i did it like an idiot. But im not gonna do that with a4, it will be pretty short in comic number but each one will have loads of dialogue. It will be super efficient.

-post

I might actually post a3 before finishing a4, but again a4 is going to be super short in page count so it probably wont take TOO long to actually make, so waiting til after its done isnt completely unreasonable.

-do new website

Blogger sucks, its a terrible platform, so im gonna make a new website and host it on github pages. It will be made so that it is super easy for me to bulk upload LOADS of new pages at once so that i wont keep putting it off like ive been doing with the rest of a3. It will be all automatic and everything so i dont have to spend multiple hours on it lol. I will also be able to do bulk changes to the page format so i dont have to go individually through each post and change it. Maybe even a back button????

-do a lot of the story

This is a super vague bullet point but i just kinda want to make my way a fair chunk through the story before doing the next point because it would be kinda annoying to just be halted after a4 for ages.

-go back and redo a0 through a3 (and maybe a4, well see how that turns out)

Ive already said it in this post but a0 through a3 kinda just suck, theres loads of changes i would make now if i made them, so i plan to go back and change them. This would also make lrb more accessible for new readers because they dont have through over 100 pages for it to get 'ok'. I also plan to have a summary page to catch people up on the story of a0 through a4 quickly so that they can get into a5 and beyond. I will probably only keep that summary page until ive finished remaking a0 through a3, but i will post it after a4 as a4 is a good break off point in the story (youll see).

-do rest of the story

This is pretty self explanatory. Theres loads of story to go.

Among all of these points is also planning a5 and beyond as what i said before isnt true. I originally wasnt going to change the actual story i had planned but i changed my mind on that, the main story is being changed quite a bit.

The thing is i noticed the problems with the structure but didnt notice the ROOT cause of those problems, the fact that the characters act as too much of a conglomerate and have literally 0 independence.

Ok what do i mean by that. Well basically all of the alternate reality versions of streve and brian, and even streve and brian themselves, could be compressed into 1 character reasoning their decisions out with themself. They have 'disagreements' but they dont have any REAL disagreements, they always come around and end up acting as a group in the end.

Now is this because im a bad writer? Probably but i can (try to) fix it in future parts of the story. So im gonna do that.

I also plan to make more social media for the comic rather than just tumblr and reddit. Like a twitter even though that site is dying.

I also also need to come up with a name to sign these posts with. All webcomic authors have some name they go by, i dont. So ill come up with one. Anyway thats all i have to say for this progress update. This one ended up being super long so hopefully that makes up for me missing so many. See you next saturday.

[highpriestess-stuff]

Path 11

08/15/1995 =

0+8+1+5+1+9+9+5 = 38 3+8= 11

So yesterday i basically discovered that i am life path 11 and above shows you my birthdate and then the math done to get the number 11. The number 11 however turns out to be a master number i dont know what on earth made me wants to discover that but im pretty sure it had to do with after hanging up on the phone call with my aunt i just poured my heart out to hear about all thats been going on with me and what led me to be in the place that i am now and she just said to me like how she had such high hopes for me which i just never even knew they thought so highly of me like can you imagine the pressure that puts on someone like yeah i obvsly had higher hopes for myself as well growing up i never ina million years thought i would be in the state that i am now but i dont know all i ever did was just follow my heart never really thought about it twice so it just started making a lot of sense to me as to why i was so so hated on why my family always felt the need to protect me or hide me from the world why that every friend i made would turn so bitter or jealous towards me why did i attract so many broken people all the time why was i always dealing with so many stuggles and so much pain but yet it never seemed to put me down like it would others i loved it & and still carried a smile on my face like u would never be able to tell that ive ever even been through anything which makes sense why people would think like damn this girl has it so easy but i dont i had to go through a lot to get this type or recognition i had to face and put in a lot of work to be where i am today and people dont get that it doesnt just come easy ive had a million stuggles to even be where i am today so anyways i just thought to myself like what is it that others see in me that i just simply dont where i as i just feel like a creature from another place like i never belonged or fit in its insane to me so then i came onto this video on youtube thats about discovering your life path & number 11 is a master number which basically to summarize is a number for starseeds and lightworkers which i kinda thought i always was with my whole empathetic nature but to know why i came here and what i came to do finding that out was a very deal for me because ive been wondering that so much lately ever since i was born all i could think of is how much i wanted to help this earth i dont know why like i would be watching tv at the age of 6 and just looking at those poor malnutritioned kids from africa on tv and my heart would melt and i would just say to myself when i grow up im going to adopt each and everyone of you like isnt that crazy i got so lost in my own life and feeling so sorry for myself clearly i mustve been in the best place in my life at that age for me to think like that i always had the stangest thoughts that my teachers would tell me my mom like i knew these things about the world that not many could really comprehend its like i have a book of knowledge of my own in myself but yet i still love the knowledge that i receive from others basically to summarize life path 11s are here to heal the world their here for humanity and lately for the past couple of years being so lost and selfish i forgot what my soul purpose was i feel so connected with myself right now having discovered this because i felt so lost for the longest time like why do i have all these abilities i wanted to stop helping people and just be to myself because people just drain me but what i learned was that im going to have to put myself out there and kind of just create a balance with the 2 even tho ima a shy person and i want to hide behing people i was born to be a leader and share me knowledge and wisdom with the world because this world is being run by people who dont care for us they only care for themselves and thats why people like me are here to help humanity to lead them back to spiritual world the spiritual realm i am a healer this is why i attract broken ppl thats why when people see me they start believing in god omg it makes so much sense -

[cloudberry-ado]

Right I do this everytime I make a long af post so please as a dire warning if you feel your eyeslids droop and your head hit the back of your chair out of boredom- then excuse me that is my fault there so please think twice before you torture yourself reading this post because I yap until the cows come home (or you might get permanent brain damage probably)

Well to be fair, I don't know a lot of Roxers irl or on the internet so I talk to my mom about Roxette every day lol (funny how she was a fan right from the 80s but i know more songs and stuff in general about marie and per than she does JSJSJ) It IS very hard to find roxette fans which i honestly do not understand why sometimes because roxette is probably the best bands out there for me- no scrap that THE BEST BAND EVER and theyre so criminally underrated and oh my word SO DYNAMIC- (Marie really took my breath away when I saw her especially live) this is just my opinion tho mainly because i am shocked they arent as thought about as other artists are because honestly? Nobody I know can hype me up, headbang for hours and make me go "A banger as always" everytime I hear them and pers songs in general (Här kommer alla känslorna (på en och samma gång) I absolutely loved this one i don't know why it sounds so wholesome and cute despite it being a sad song). Never ever can get sick of Roxette Ive been listening to them every day for years straight and everytime it feels like I'm listening to them for the first time AAA- Now I'll try my best stop rambling now because I will bore you (don't bore us get to the chorus- or the point I should say) sorry sorry I'm just someone who is so much in love with roxette that the fact I can talk like this to someone who knows them properly ah man I always wished that honestly but never got the chance to- ANYWAY ILL STOP NOW AHAJSHJSJS I CANT SHUT UP SOMETIMES

AHEM- Now about GT ehehe (I was actually hoping you'd reblog and give me some recommendations or some juicy info since I actually need to look more into Gyllene Tider (jeez call myself a Per Gessle fangirl when I haven't even listened to GT properly be ashamed of yourself cloudberry)) BUT EEE YOU ACTUALLY DID THANK YOUU- HAH WELL JOKES ON YOU I AM INTO THIS VERY MUCH SO LOLS I feel very privileged recieving GT stuff from you so HEH- INTO IT HERE I GO

Yes I think when I researched about GT on yt it came up before roxette was formed (before 1986 obviously) and I listened to some songs for a while since for some reason young per made me wish I was born during that time period LOL honestly I was incredibly impressed because even back then Per was amazing and he still sounds the same until now! His voice honestly ages like wine lol and he's an incredible singer songwriter and guitarist even way back before roxette- I do know that they have reunited from time and time again (I'm not so sure if this is true but perhaps because of Roxette being slightly inactive for a few years because of maries cancer) and I have heard a bit! Not much but just a little bit and I think they sound really good though I'll have to give them more of a listen XD (and oh come on, per has SO MANY PEOPLE when it comes to people crushing on him, 1970s-now (including me jeez) which i do not judge at all since i can definitely see why JSJJS though my personal favourite look of him was when he did Pearls Of Passion especially in Neverending Love (he looked amazing in that black outfit). So anyways yes! I will definitely check them out and all the suggestions you have given me here and well me personally I actually tend to dig deeper initially when it comes to music so I'll give a good bunch of their songs a listen XD

OKAY OKAY- I HAVEN'T WATCHED THESE YET BUT I HAVE SAVED IT TO MY PLAYLIST SO I DEFINITELY WILL GIVE THEM A WATCH AND LISTEN OFC- But THANK YOU and on regards of how big GT was in Sweden I have heard they were quite successful! It said under one of Marie's biography that her band Strul wasn't as successful as Gyllene Tider (im not sure if this part is true however) so she left and joined gyllene tider for backing vocals yeah? BUT ACK- GOING OFF TOPIC AGAIN YES THANK YOU I WILL LISTEN TO ALL OF THESE AND I WILL UPDATE YOU WHEN I WILL JSJSJJS

But hey no! I love long posts and messages especially anything related to Per! I CANNOT say anything obviously I mean look at the state of this post I've rambled so much I'm sure you're yawning openly while reading this 😭 sorry about that haha but ay I feel you, ive already have a good liking to GT from my own experience so im sure I'll enjoy them as much as I do with roxette! But hey no thats okay either because I don't answer very well either sometimes (enjoying summer rn but school will hit me like a truck lol) and tbh Tumblr hates giving me notifs so sorry if I miss anything! But thank youu I'm so happy I found a roxette fan as well as a GT fan!

Thank you so much again for taking your time out for me like this!

Hi, first of all thanks for all your likes, reblogs and comments! Always feels nice to find another Roxer out there :3

I noticed you're kinda Per's fan, so let me ask just in case: have you listened to Gyllene Tider, his Swedish band? 👀

Hey!! Jsjsj i didn't think you'd actually say something to me lols but awk no problemo it's just, god I love Per so much ive been a huge fan of him since i was...9? First time I heard him was when my mom gave me Roxette! Look Sharp! album and I instantly fell in love with it (along with Per!) but yep I'm a BIG roxette fan and I cannot live without them (I actually cried for months straight when Marie died she was the whole reason why I started singing and making music).

But yes! I know Gyllene Tider, I know Per formed the band and worked in it before he formed roxette with Marie right? I don't know much songs since I'm still focusing on collecting Roxettes albums (Pearls Of Passion, Look Sharp!, Joyride, Tourism, Crash! Boom! Bang!, Dont Bore Us! Get To The Chorus (Roxettes Greatest Hits), Have A Nice Day, Room Service and Charm School. I lost my album cover for Look Sharp and I'm depressed now 😭) but damn I'm rambling now (sorry nobody else knows roxette except me and my mom so knowing you do it makes me so excited because I'm actually obsessed with roxette atp smh) but as I said yep! I did hear a bit of Gyllene Tider and I've watched Per perform with them in the early 80s though I don't actually know much of their songs. I WILL listen to them however since if it's related to Mr Gessle then hell yes this is my music JSJJS I have listened to Marie's band before she came to roxette however (Strul) and I quite liked Ensamt XD other than that please keep talking to me since roxette means the world to me and i never shut up about Per to my mom (she regrets introducing me to roxette now LOLS)

(I'm so happy you dropped and gave me an ask so imma just dance away now

OH-OH-OH)

[kasshole69]

truly, madly, deeply - 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, (eventual) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, (eventual) Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You’d been living a good life, well as good as it could get with how full of lies it was. Why? It was the only way to get by when you were an unmated omega with an uneasy past. That's all flipped on its head when you see a matching soul mark on two certain avenger, leaving your lies to crumble right in front of your face.

A/N: okay so now this is where stuff happens lol. i crossposted this on ao3 under the name kasshole and it felt like it got really big just overnight so ill probably post there first (also im not very good at using tumblr) whoop whoop anyways on to the chapter!

chapter 1 chapter 3 ao3

Your two friends rushed you to the hospital as fast as they possibly could. What the hell happened? Yeah, lately you hadn’t been feeling good, but when did it get so bad that you were passing out? Brooke carried you into the hospital doors, and a couple nurses rushed over to ask what happened.

“We don’t know! She was having trouble walking this morning, and then doubled over in pain and completely passed out.” Lexi explains, and Brooke gently sets you down on a bed that a nurse had gotten ready.

One of the nurses had paged a doctor, who made their way over to ask a few questions. “How long has she been feeling pain?”

Lexi shrugs empathetically. “We aren’t entirely sure, but she’s been missing work every now and again these past 3 month. It just never seemed this bad.”

“Alright. We are going to take her back to do a few tests and see what’s happening. One of the nurses can lead the two of you to the room she’ll be staying in,” the doctor said before taking two nurses with him further into the hospital.

After about 2 hours, a nurse came back to your room for the time being, pushed your unconscious self in your bed, and hooked up an IV and heart monitor to your body. She stated that the doctor would be coming in after he got the test results.

You looked terrible. Lexi and Brooke had seen you sick before but never to this extent. Your skin was as pale as paper with deep purple bags under your eyes. It genuinely looked like you were on death’s doorstep. Little did they know that you were.

The doctor entered the room with a solemn look. It was hard to reach a conclusion with you still being asleep, but all the tests lead to one answer. Touch Deprivation, common in omegas who have unknowingly met their soulmates or have lost their soulmates. Without proper care it will only get worse, eventually turning fatal.

“Seeing as you stated that she has been in pain for about 3 months and hasn’t gotten much physical contact in that time, we don’t have a lot of options. Do you know if she’s come into contact with her soulmate? Looking at her medical records, it doesn’t seem like she has met them yet,” the doctor explained, giving Lexi and Brooke a hopeful look. If you had met them, all they needed to do was find them and they could start the recovery process.

Lexi and Brooke felt a sense of dread overcome them. Was this because you knew who your soulmates were? Did they unknowingly help you nearly kill yourself?

“As far as I know she hasn’t met them, but she does know who they are,” Lexi says in a small voice, feeling like she is betraying your trust.

“She does? Is there a reason she is avoiding them? If they are abusive we will keep a close eye on them while they are here.”

Lexi looks down at her feet. “It’s not that. She just… she didn’t want to meet them. Her reasoning made sense at the time but now…”

The doctor frowns. “Well, do you know who her soulmate is?” —————————— You could feel yourself starting to wake, but moving felt like such a hassle. Honestly, you can’t remember the last time you weren’t woken up by an outside source; whether that be your alarm, your roommates, or like more recently; searing pain. It feels like it’s been ages since you’ve been this comfortable; covered in a warm blanket, laying on a warm pillow with deft hands lightly combing through your hair. Wait, hands?

Before you’ve completely processed that thought, you're instinctively pushing yourself and the assailant off opposite sides of the twin sized bed. You hear them let out a yelp, clearly not expecting to be thrown off, and you hit the ground hard. Sitting up, you take in your surroundings and realize you’re in a… hospital? You follow the cord of the IV in your arm to the connected bag and blaring heart monitor right next to it. You can hear your attacker get up, looking around to find you. You back up, heart racing, before they finally face you, and you see one of the last faces you were wanting to see.

Wanda Maximoff.

She looks at you with a shocked, concerned expression, saying something you don’t pay any attention to because of the fact that one of your godforsaken soulmates is right in front of you, and has been coddling you in this tiny bed for God knows how long. Right as you’re about to say something, the door to the room flies open. Three nurses and a doctor, all with frantic expressions burst into the room, taking in the scene until they see you sitting on the ground. Once they spot you their tension seems to dissipate, and the doctor takes a step towards you.

“Oh, thank goodness. It was just a false alarm,” presumably referring to the still blaring heart monitor. “Glad to see you're finally awake, Kass,” the doctor says, helping you up from the ground while a nurse went around the two of you to turn off the heart monitor.

“What happened?”

“You were brought here by your roommates yesterday morning when you passed out,” the doctor answered.

Passed out? You hardly remembered yesterday morning, it felt more like trying to remember a dream than something that actually happened. And this happened yesterday? If this happened yesterday then-

“I have work! Do they know I’m-“

“From my knowledge, your roommates have contacted your workplace and have been handling everything you might have missed.” Hearing that, you let out a relieved sigh. Lexi and Brooke are handling things for you and you couldn’t be happier. God, you had no idea what you would do if you were alone.

The doctor takes out their clipboard full of important-looking papers. “Now to get on to exactly why you're here. After you were brought here, we ran some tests while you were unconscious. From the results and the testimony from your roommates, we deduced that you are suffering from touch deprivation, which can be fatal in some cases.”

Shit. This was the last thing you expected it to be. You know for a fact you hadn’t accidentally met one of your soulmates before today and seeing as you spent so much time with Lexi and Brooke, this never seemed like a possibility. How did this happen? Was it a mental thing?

The doctor continued saying, “Seeing as the pain got so bad that you had passed out from it, along with the fact that your roommates said this had been going on for at least 3 months, without having gotten any treatment this was becoming fatal rather quickly. If we weren’t able to find one of your soulmates so fast, we wouldn’t have been able to do much for you.”

You had looked at Wanda, who was looking rather timid and was unable to make eye contact with you, not at all looking like the fierce and unforgiving alpha the media painted her to be.

This was all too much, you had nearly died and for what? For your freedom? Look at where that got you, the exact place you didn’t want to be. You put your head in your hands, trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Everything was going to change now, you would have to move in with the Avengers, probably quit your job with how far the compound was from the city. You hated this, being unable to control the changes that were being thrust upon you.

The doctor must’ve been able to sense your distressed pheromones telling you, “You have been making stellar progress as you’ve been asleep, you certainly aren’t in as much pain as before, correct?” You looked back up and slowly nodded. “Fantastic, the steps to recovery are rather simple, you and Wanda will be staying here for another day or so, or until the pain is completely gone. The two of you will need to make physical contact as much as possible, whatever form that takes is up to the two of you. Also scenting is known to ease the pain as well, or marking, which is known to relieve the pain immediately.”

“Um, I think I’ll just stick to physical contact, thanks. Is there anything else?” you asked, hoping to get a second to process everything.

“Not at the moment, some nurses will come back in shortly to do a check up and bring some food. Is there anything you need from me?”

“Nope,” you quickly stated. God, how you just wanted some peace and quiet, already feeling a headache start to fester but now you questioned whether it came from your annoyance or from your recent diagnosis.

“Alright, I’ll come back later to check and see how things are going. If you need anything let one of the nurses know,” the doctor said before him and the rest of the nurses left the room, leaving just you and Wanda alone once again.

The two of you stared at each other for a long minute, seeing who would break the ice. You were giving the alpha a cold stare, clearly making her uncomfortable seeing as she was giving you the same timid look whilst anxiously shifting her feet. You quickly got bored of the intimidation, turning around in the bed to lay down facing away from her. You hear her move but don’t realize how close she is until you can feel the bed dip from her taking a seat right next to you.

You freeze up, stopping yourself from wanting to move closer since the painful tingling was starting to come back and she was the only thing that would relieve the pain.

Wanda takes a deep breath before softly saying, “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

Sorry? Why is she sorry? You both know she played no part in this happening to you. She doesn’t even know you, so why the hell should she care?

“Yeah,” you state coldly. You do not want to talk to her, you don’t even want to think about her. There were so many thoughts swirling through your head right now. Thoughts about why Wanda is here. Why did she come and help you? What’s in it for her? Thoughts that just keep contradicting each other. One part of you wants to get as far from Wanda as possible, while the stupid omega part of you wants her to get impossibly close because she just smells so good and having her hold you felt unbelievably nice. You had too much pride to just give in like that though, so even though it hurt you didn’t move.

She speaks again, “I’m glad you're getting better. We were all worried about you.”

“Why?” you say in the same tone as before.

“What?” Wanda asks, clearly confused.

“Why were you worried? Why do you care?” you say as you sit up to face her. You stare at her confused expression with a scowl.

“I- um, because you're my soulmate?” she says, even more confused than you. You knew she was going to say something along those lines and it did nothing but piss you off.

“So? You don’t know me! I could be a criminal! A murderer or, or, something! Why would you save someone you don’t even know?” you nearly yell at her. It pissed you off to no end. Why would she help someone let themselves get to this point? Someone who wouldn’t even take themselves to the doctor so as to not damage their pride.

Wanda’s face scrunches up in anger and comes back at you with the same amount of force, “What difference does any of that make? I would’ve helped you whether you were my soulmate or not, but it’s because you are that I was able to help you! Not only that, but it’s kind of in my biology to want to help you!”

“I don’t want your help!”

That seemed to have struck a nerve in Wanda because her face didn’t hold anymore anger, replaced with sadness as she seemed to shrink in on herself. Looking at you with confusion and grief, “Why?”

“Because I don’t know you! You might be fine with helping whoever, but I’m not fine with whoever helping me, especially not with the kind treatment I need!”

If your first statement didn’t hurt Wanda, this one certainly did. She looked down, fiddling with her hands. She looked like a kicked puppy. Maybe it was the omega side of you that was making you feel this way but, you couldn’t help feeling guilty looking at her. You could understand why she was upset to an extent, not only was it just pure instinct that made her want to care for you, but helping people was what she did for a living.

“Sorry, I just-“

“No, it’s okay. I understand,” she says as she looks up at you with a solemn smile.

Before either of you can say anything else, a nurse comes in with a tray of food. Wanda had moved to a chair near your bed so as to not be in the way of the nurse. She gives you the usual check up, making sure everything looks normal and noting the amount of pain you are in and giving you some medication to help the recovery process go a little bit faster. The nurse asks if you need anything and leaves you to your meal. It’s just a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a chocolate chip cookie, which you are glad for since you weren’t super hungry when you woke up. Although, this was a much more difficult task than it should be. You can hardly pick up a spoonful of the soup without your hand viscously shaking. Just as you're about to give up and just eat your cookie, Wanda moves to get up before sitting right back down.

You look at her with furrowed brows and ask, “What?”

She looks back up at you, “Oh-um, I was wondering if you wanted some help?”

You really don’t want to say yes, you want to be able to feed yourself without anyone's help. But you know you need to eat and that you can’t finish this soup on your own. You look back down at your bowl of soup and let out a small, “Yes.”

It’s easy to tell that she didn’t expect for you to say yes by the way she looks so pleasantly surprised. She comes over and sits on the side of the bed like before but slightly closer. You can tell she is trying to hide her smile but she is failing terribly. She grabs a bowl and leans in close, grabbing a spoonful of soup and guiding it to your mouth. You hadn’t been doted on like this since you were a child. Wanda was clearly enjoying this much more than you were, wiping the sides of your mouth with a napkin each time some soup dribbled out. While you weren’t enjoying this as much as Wanda seemed to have been, it admittedly felt nice. It was hard not to smile back at her when she looked so happy to be doing this and when you did her smile increased tenfold.

As you finished up the last of the soup you could feel yourself become drowsy but you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with the constant prickling on your skin. You watched Wanda take the bowl and clean up a little whilst you eat your cookie.

A flood of questions you did not know the answer to started coming back. Why was she cleaning up after you? What was in it for her? Why’d she look so happy when she was helping you? Why’d it feel so nice to have her help you? Could someone who felt so much enjoyment from helping you be that bad?

Would it really be that bad to let her help you?

It was so hard to find an answer to that question, feeling like the only reason your mind wants you near her is because of your genetics, not your actual feelings. You did not know Wanda Maximoff and from what the media thinks for her she does not seem like someone you’d want to be around. But if she was going to hurt you wouldn’t she have already? God. You felt like you had an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other with your conflicting thoughts and questions about Wanda, and you couldn’t tell if the thoughts rooting for Wanda were from the angel or the devil.

Before you can start any more debate with yourself, Wanda turns back to you with a smile on her face and hands on her hips, looking proud to have helped. It took all of your willpower not to match her goofy grin. Wanda is about to say something before you let out a big yawn, closing your eyes and covering your mouth. She lets out a small giggle and you give her the stink eye.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, I just- you're really cute when you yawn,” Wanda says with a giggle and smile.

That makes your face heat up a hundred degrees. As to not cause yourself any more embarrassment, you lay down in bed and face the opposite direction.

Wanda lets out a sigh before saying, “You're probably tired so you should get some rest and I’ll just stay in this chair. If you start feeling any pain again let me know.”

You can hear the chair scrape against the floor as Wanda takes a seat again. You can feel your eyes start to droop and desperately want to go to sleep but know from previous experiences that sleeping when it felt like someone was constantly pinching you all over your body was going to be a difficult task.

You were probably tossing and turning for 20 minutes before Wanda asked, “Are you okay?”

You let out a huff and start to grind your teeth. It’s not like you want to be in pain but how are you supposed to feel comfortable laying with someone you hardly know? Did you feel uncomfortable when you woke up though? She was so gentle when combing through your hair and she just smelt so-

“Kass?”

You look back at Wanda standing over you now looking at you with a soft but concerned expression. It feels as if the longer you look at her the more you want to be close to her, the more you want to be surrounded by her delicious scent. Without saying a word you turn back over and scoot further away from her, leaving enough space for her to slip into the bed behind you. When she doesn’t seem to get the hint, you look back at her and see her still standing there now looking confused with a small pout on her face. It is so hard to not smile at the cute expression she’s making, so you quickly turn back around and say, “Come on.”

Wanda then slips into the bed beside you and wraps her arms around you. You slightly maneuver yourself to get comfortable before stating, “Okay, some ground rules. No unnecessary touching and no scenting. Got it?”

“Got it. Anything else?” Wanda asks.

“Um, can you comb my hair with your fingers again? It, um, it felt nice.”

You can hear the smile in Wanda’s voice when she replies with, “Of course, sweetheart.”

Wanda’s fingers in your hair, her warmth and her scent fill your heart with such a warm sensation you can’t help but smile as you close your eyes and succumb to sleep faster than you’d ever had before.

[beyondthisdarkhouse]

do you have an example of a post where an academic theory is rephrased as a hot take? most of the dracula content ive seen is just memes, so that sounds fun to read. (also, thanks for teaching me the word "acafan", ive been one for a few years now but didnt realize there was a term for it)

@ckret2 talks here about takes being bantered around on Tumblr that show deep academic knowledge of Dracula!

I'm not actually in Dracula fandom. I've got the world's biggest case of sour grapes about Dracula. My Canadian university had a campus in Italy where you could take a course on like, Dracula and the Origins of the Vampire Mythos, that included its own two-week trip through the Balkans and Central Europe, and I wanted to go SO badly, but there was no way I could afford it, so I decided that I Didn't Care, Dracula was Probably a Stupid Book Anyway. (I know it's not, but it was that or have more money angst, you know?)

ANYWAY. ACAFANDOM.

The rest of this is not Dracula related at all, but this is my blog and I'll rant if I want to. What I'm really fascinated by is the academic study of fandom, treating fannish culture and the works we create as legitimate objects of the academic gaze.

Did you know: The Organization for Transformative works, which runs the AO3, also has its own open-access peer-reviewed scholarly journal?

Transformative Works and Cultures

Their current Call for Papers is for a special issue on Centering Blackness in Fan Studies; the most recent issue is about Fandom Histories, which is to say, how fandoms tend to preserve, remember, and represent our past.

(dreamily) One day I'll get my shit together and write an essay for the Symposium section of TWC, which is the space they've set aside for voices from fandom who aren't part of the Academic Establishment.

Two of its founding editors, Kristina Busse and Karen Hellekson, also edited the 2006 book Fan Fiction and Fan Communities in the Age of the Internet: New Essays. Which has an essay that blew my mind and changed the way I think about relationships forever.

Specifically, it was Elizabeth Woledge's "Intimatopia: genre intersections between slash and the mainstream", where she took a conversation that was happening in academic discussions of romance novels and brought slash into it.

Basically, romance scholars were talking about what the difference is between a romance novel, pornography, erotica, or any book that features a love story, because readers sure as hell know that those are all different things. And one of the theories was that the romance genre has this ethos it called the romantopia, an overriding sensibility that what this story is about is the main characters coming together to form a strong marriage. (This is compared to the erotopia of pornography, where the story is "about" the main characters coming together to reach sexual climax.)

And what Woledge said she found quite frequently in m/m slash written by women was a focus on intimacy, on the experience of being deeply seen and known and loved by someone, deeply seeing and knowing and loving them in return, and building a relationship based on that mutual intimacy. Her "Intimatopia" theory says that what these fics were trying to get at was not just a relationship where the participants had agreed to fulfill certain societal expectations together, like "husband", but to deeply interrogate the needs and desires of everyone involved, and define the relationship based on those.

(This theory explains some parts of why slash fandom is perpetually enamored of tropes like fake dating and forced intimacy. You can have characters who achieve both marriage and orgasm, but don't really know each other('s feelings), so the story isn't over yet.)

Which... as a bi girl in the mid-2000s who longed for sex and romance, but was completely starved for positive queer stories, and also didn't find most mass media depictions of heterosexuality appealing: Yes, that is exactly what slash provided me with. Beyond the queer representation, I found that the occasional het written by slash writers was also way more focused on the female partners as individual people, and didn't push them as much into traditional roles, compared to the times I wandered into primarily het-oriented fandoms and was startled by just how heteronormative everything was.

A lot of the writers I adored were queer women who didn't face as much pushback writing flawed and messy men as they did if they dared write problematic femslash, but they were still writing really authentically about the queer lives, experiences, and sensibilities they lived with. Male characters were just as affected by homophobic laws, attitudes, social forces, and military policies as they were, after all. Their male characters reacted, in real-time, to the events that changed their writers' lives.

(About the femslash, I... look, I tried to like femslash in the 2000s. I tried so hard. But albeit some exceptions like The Devil Wears Prada fandom, it seems that there was huge internal community pressure to represent lesbian relationships as idyllic and friction-free. Everything had to be neat and clean and good and giving. Everyone was automatically good at empathizing and accommodating and compromising and nobody felt like people. Especially not the people from the source material I'd fallen in love with. When I found later that one of the big femslash sites was called "Passion and Perfection" it felt like, of fucking COURSE it was.)

So I mostly got my first experiences of sapphic relationships not from the fanfiction itself, but from the personal lives of the writers. They'd blog about their relationships, about who did the dishes and how to persuade your doctor that no really, you're sexually active but not at risk of being pregnant. They talked freely about how changing legalization about same-sex marriage would affect their lives. And they'd often interact with each other in public; a lot of relationships were between fans who both participated in the community, and would collaborate artistically, or organize each other surprise birthday gifts, or write stories to cheer each other up or comfort the other person during times of separation. They represented the diverse queer quotidian possibilities of relationships where you threw out the gender roles and got to be weird together.

And I think... without acafandom, none of that would have felt important or real. For a long time, I would have said that I didn't have any real connections to the LGBTQ+ community. Early on I got a lot of messages that bisexuals weren't welcome in most of the in-person spaces I found, and nothing that I tried later fit either. I didn't like clubbing, loud music, drinking, or loud parties, so none of the LGBT events in my area felt like they were "for" me. And to be honest, unless they were in slash fandom, the reactions of gay men to fanfiction had pretty much all been somewhere on a scale from "derisive" to "scathing": "This isn't about real men. This is garbage and it doesn't represent us."

Which like, fair, I don't feel "represented" by 1950s pulp novels or 90% of recorded lesbian porn, or frankly, most femslash of the 2000s. I wouldn't recommend that era of slash to your average gay man as comfort reading.

But there was something there, in those stories, in that culture, that nourished my soul in deeper ways than I could even say. There was something in this thing we were doing that was important. And Elizabeth Woledge helped me start to explain why.

And in my life as a student and employee, it didn't matter as much how I got my knowledge, but if I used it and showed up on LGBTQ+ issues. It mattered if the old forms I typed up at work got edited to use gender-neutral language. If I corrected academic or direct-service discussions on relationships and intimate partner violence to include more accurate information about LGBTQ+ people. If I pushed for privacy and data management policies that would allow LGBTQ+ people to be open about their identities in some situations without exposing that information to others. If I could make sure that other LGBTQ+ people in the vicinity could see they were welcome and safe. If I could explain proposed legislation changes to people with the power to vote or agitate in some way about them, to make them more sympathetic.

(And yes it's fucked up that I feel like, as a bi woman, I have to pierce my breast and bleed out for the community before I will really "deserve" to belong there. But I do.)

So... yeah. Acafandom's really close to my heart, the way fanfiction is, because without it, there's a lot of my experience that would just feel too weak and frail to form into any sort of social narrative. By using the incredibly powerful tools of scholarly analysis, and taking fan experiences seriously as objects worthy of study, we can figure out what about these things we're all doing actually works. We have more tools to face the future with.