#born with flaws and flawless

[idyllicidols]

Desire.

Shin Yuna. The world sees her as a world famous idol, a paragon of beauty of grace. An individual to look up to, a person to aspire towards. Some might see her as untouchable, in a social sphere somewhere near the clouds. But she is more than just an idol with a hectic schedule and a busy life. Yuna is a real life human being, and every human has their flaws, their desires, their dark secrets that they need to keep hidden from the world.

And right now Yuna sure is living up to desires.

"You gonna do it? You gonna cum on my face?"

There she is, the picture perfect idol, sitting on her feet, naked as the day she was born. Surrounding her are three hand selected males, her hand vigorously pumping the cock directly in front of her. Yuna's eyes are firmly set on the glistening knob that her hands are wrapped around, her fingers nimbly moving from tip to hilt, her thumb digging into the meat and tugging and massaging with ferocious intent.

The other two aren't just standing idly by—they're groping and spanking whatever they feel like, an opportunity like this one is unheard of, but a gift Yuna loves to indulge. You see, underneath that cute and bubbly personality, and beyond all her flawless photoshoots and iconic concerts, the fact remains that Yuna is, above everything else, a cock obsessed slut.

The feeling of multiple hands and several hard, throbbing members grazing her petite body always fills Yuna with a pleasure that no amount of her fingers can ever truly match. The pinching of her nipples, the light and harsh spanks to her ass, the feeling of a cock throbbing in her hands. All of these things send her reeling into euphoria.

"Do it! Cum on my face. You gonna make me work for it? Do I have to suck you off? Make you cum by slurping your juices? My hand not enough?"

Her questions comes with a gentle lick to the underside of his shaft. It makes the cock twitch violently in Yuna's firm grip. He's already reaching his climax, that much is evident to Yuna. The only thing she needs now is for him to vocalize.

"I'm gonna... Yuna, I'm..."

"Come on, babe."

With a guttural moan, Yuna feels her cheek being covered by a blast of sticky warmth, followed by spurts of cum across her lips and chin and nose.

She looks down, mouth gaping, tongue hanging out, eye's narrow. The feeling of the sticky substance smeared over her skin, a marking that has her feel warm all over.

"Who's next?!" Yuna moves away from the well spent man, turning her attention to the other two behind her. One has his hands clasped to Yuna's ample ass, the other never stops roughly groping and grabbing her tits, pulling her nipples this and that way.

Yuna doesn't even know these lucky bastard's names—and that's precisely the point. All she knows is that they're some of her biggest fans, and because Yuna's not one to disappoint her supporters, the only reasonable thing for her to do is invite them back to her hotel room for an honest to God gangbang.

No real names, no exchanging numbers. Just a night of fun.

It's Yuna's idea of an ideal way to unwind before an important gig, and she's taking it upon herself to fully indulge.

"You know I offer more than just hand jobs right? My mouth, my pussy...my ass."

Yuna puts some emphasis when she says the word ass—she knows how taboo it is, to be an idol who loves to be fucked in her forbidden hole. Tempting over eager fan boys is such a power rush to Yuna, especially since she always gets what she wants in the end. And tonight will be no different.

Not only does the sudden spurt of her words catch the other two guys off guard, so do her slender fingers, that have already found their way around the nearest cock.

She looks up into his eyes, practically staring into his soul.

"So what do you say sweetheart? Which hole do you wanna fuck? Do you want my mouth? Is it my pussy you craving?"

Yuna smirks.

"Or maybe," her other hand slowly reaches to her asshole, "you're gonna shove your cock right here and treat me like a total anal slut."

She isn't quite touching her tight hole, but her fingertips hover tantalizing close. Close enough to make the guy think of exactly what she's describing, all the dirty details, from start to end. And the mere thought is starting to make him go crazy.

"Have you ever done anal before?"

Her soft and playful tone is hard to resist. This entire experience has left the guy totally speechless. He shakes his head, unable to verbalize any words of any kind.

"Well what do you say Hun? Wanna pop your anal virginity with a world famous superstar?"

Yuna doesn't even give him a chance to answer—she bends down on the bed, ass up face down, spread apart in a position that leaves her totally open to her new fuck buddies.

He watches in absolute shock and disbelief as Yuna playfully wiggles her plump behind, teasingly caressing her puckering asshole in a display that leaves him unable to hold off. He licks his fingers, saliva coating his palm as he reaches forward to insert his middle finger into Yuna's butt. She wasn't lying; Yuna is an anal loving slut, a star whore, and this position is making her squirm. The soft, coos leaving her lips are proof of the immense arousal coursing through her veins. The fact that her pussy is dripping means even more.

"I don't want your finger," Yuna turns back, staring into his eyes again, "I want your cock."

He pulls his finger out with a lewd squelching sound, only to replace it with his cock—hard and pulsating, a sheer result of the slutty actions from the girl splayed out in front of him, seemingly on a platter.

The tip presses against Yuna's eager asshole. She starts to whimper, just slightly, an involuntary reflex as a wave of pleasure fills her veins. It's about to begin, and that moment is like heaven to Yuna.

"Do it," she utters, more quietly now that the tip of his cock is pressing up against her most private place. "Don't tease. Fuck me in the ass. Do it. Please..."

Those few simple, begging words are the green light the guy has been waiting for. A cue to fully penetrate her rear, spreading it open with a searing, heavy thrust. It doesn't matter that it's his first time—Yuna loves to fuck. She loves it in any position, anywhere, in any circumstance. Yuna was made to be fucked and tonight is no exception, that is a fact.

So the feeling of his heavy prick ramming her open, and the sweet, familiar burn that comes after sends Yuna into a total blissed-out state. Even though this is what Yuna was begging for, the thrusts are slow and inexperienced—her new living dildo seemingly afraid to hurt his favorite idol.

"Don't be gentle! Fuck me hard, deeper...please, please! Wreck my asshole!"

Those words are enough. They spur the young man into action, and instead of taking it nice and slow, Yuna feels her whole ass shuddering at the rapid pace her lover is now setting. It hurt. Oh God did it fucking hurt.

The kind of pain that leaves her feeling filled with the greatest pleasure. The kind of pain that reminds her that she's alive—not some brainless idol robot with an image to protect. Yuna is a woman with sexual needs and she's not afraid to admit them.

"Faster, don't stop. More, oh God yes!!" Yuna is spouting out all the right things and it's certainly having an effect. "Fuck me!" Her hands grope her perky ass cheeks, trying their hardest to keep them spread open for the fuckfest raging on in the depths of her backdoor.

Her insides felt great to her new partner, especially as he gets more adventurous and drives her over the edge of euphoria with a thrust here, a squeeze there. His hands are gripping her hips, driving his rock hard length further into her cavern.

It must have been such a fucking miserable sight. The third guy in the room ignored and forgotten, sporting a massive erection whilst sitting on the edge of a King sized bed. Yuna didn't even notice it, nor did the guy currently drilling her ass. But she definitely notices it when he lifts her head and presses his tip against her slightly parted lips. The action catches her off guard, almost. It's just a quick glance and a lust filled smirk, but the quick understanding between them has her open her mouth to swallow the intruding piece of flesh.

"You want me to suck your cock while I'm getting fucked in the ass?! What a joke!"

The man looks dejected. That is until Yuna licks her lips and flashes a coy smile. She shakes her head, waves of dark hair falling around her cheeks and onto her back.

"I'm not gonna suck it. But you can fuck my face. Spit roast me. Make me choke me on your cock, choke me as his big, hard dick fills my little asshole."

Yuna opens her mouth, her tongue laid flat and waiting to be invaded. There's an overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends, a carnal hunger. If that's what it takes for her to receive this much pleasure, then so be it. She just wants her holes stuffed, fucked hard until they're so worn, so well used that her mind blanks into total ecstasy.

Yuna sucks and moans and mewls as he's driving his cock down her throat. Any cries of pleasure from being torn apart from behind gets muffled and lost under the garbled and sloppy sounds of the face-fucking.

She takes his cock hungrily into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, not even worrying about the gagging sensations or the burning in her throat, or the spit dripping from her mouth, nor even her eyes beginning to water.

The taste, the scent—the full sensory overload from receiving both a full frontal assault on her gag reflex and a rump fuck all at once is driving her crazy. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and everytime she shakes her ass to guide his cock deep inside, her clit brushes against the silk-soft sheets and tenses something tight and coils deep within her core.

It builds, tighter, hotter—and the wetness trickling out of her needy, untouched cunt only aids the thrusts from his eager tool.

Her whole body shakes and trembles. A total body orgasm as she's used and abused by two strangers, faceless tools for her sexual pleasure. They take her, use her, violate and violate, spanking and penetrating wherever they pleased.

And through it all she takes it with grace, glee, and happiness. The pain mixed in with the pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Every time another palm cracks against her reddening cheeks, every time that she's choked and pounded harder, deeper, it leaves her begging for more. Every thrust from either end sends another surge of the hottest, fiercest tingling through her veins. Yuna's completely submerged into the moment, so lost within it. A cocktail of sheer masochism and perverted need to be nothing but an object for her boys' enjoyment.

Then it happens, with another hard thrust into her slutty backdoor, everything snaps—and Yuna screams into a prolonged, euphoric moan. She cums, and she cums hard. Her second one in such a short space of time. It's so intense—so overwhelming.

It takes a whole minute before the world starts to spin again, the rush and adrenaline is almost too much, the double penetration pushing the boundaries and making Yuna realize how she could die right here, right now, and still not care. She almost forgets she's an idol for a moment, the label seeming so alien and irrelevant as the rest of her facade disintegrates along with her mind and body, dissolving under a sea of pleasure. Slowly fading as her partner finally bursts with an eruption of hot, thick, cum, coating her insides, filling her ass until it can hold no more and starts leaking out onto her skin and the plushy fabric of the covers.

The constant moans of joy must have been too much for the man occupying her throat. Cuz shortly after her ass is stuffed full, so is her mouth, spurt after spurt, sending Yuna straight into an orgasmic daze.

It's incredible—such a heavenly, amazing, thrilling and powerful feeling of a double load pumped into both of her holes.

She swaps from feeling like an object, a fuck toy, something to be used and abused, to just Yuna. Yuna who craves pleasure, needs love, and wants a feeling of validation that she's doing her very best to fill up with constant sexual trysts and promiscuous nights. It doesn't work though, because she can never truly be satisfied. No man, no orgy, no gangbang has ever been enough, never even been close enough. But when it's all over, these times, these moments are what Yuna lives and breathes for.

There's four bodies on the bed, laid out and completely wrecked—Yuna, the man with the enormous cock that spread her anal walls, the man that got the handjob of a lifetime from none other than Yuna herself, and the forgotten dude who eventually got to fuck her throat. Yuna can barely see or talk after being ravaged, but even still she's smiling like the cat that got the cream—because in essence, she had three extra large creamy loads.

It's not enough, no amount of cock could ever satisfy Yuna, but this is good enough for tonight. Tomorrow brings another night. Another night to find a nice gentleman to stuff her pussy that was left unfulfilled, left on the verge, twitching and ready to burst. But tomorrow is a worry for the future—now is the time for rest and relaxation, for recovery.

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - PLAYLIST & SYNOPSIS

A/N: an introduction to my next series, which will start coming out in a couple weeks once i finish too lost in you, get hyped girlies!!! this story will not be as angsty as the last one (i mean we'll see in the end) and will have more fluff, paige will be a lovergirl basically. let me know if you wanna be tagged in part 1

Synopsis: Born and raised London girl Izara had it all, a well paying PR job, a charming townhouse in Zone 2, her charismatic fiancé Jasper putting food on the table for her. With a wedding to plan and parents expecting grandchildren any moment, the always planning ahead, type A, sensible Zari does the first unsensible thing of her life - she leaves everything behind for a job as a social media producer for the Dallas Wings. Zari and the other newcomer, the basketball prodigy Paige Bueckers find comfort in each other trying to adapt to life in their new hometown. While Zari teaches Paige about classic literature, cooking and the art of slowing down, the blonde makes it her duty to teach the chronic "good girl" how to break some rules and live for every moment instead of wallowing in the past or the future. In the meantime their connection grows too intense to ignore, but the ever worrying Zari fears the closeness Paige craves, sworn to not get involved with anyone till the scars of her past have healed.

PLAYLIST

Taylor Swift - So It Goes… “I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose, You know I'm not a bad girl, But I do bad things with you, so it goes” Taylor Swift - champagne problems “”She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head” they said” Sonder - What You Heard “Girl, you wouldn't have to worry 'bout a damn thing, If I was up in it, shit, I bet a pound that I'd put it down, Make you forget that you was ever with him” The Weeknd - Acquainted  “You got me puttin' time in, time in, Nobody got me feeling this way, You probably think I'm lying, lying, I'm used to bitches comin' right 'way” Taylor Swift - So Long, London “I'm just getting color back into my face, I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place, For so long, London, Had a good run, A moment of warm sun, But I'm not the one” Phoebe Bridgers - Graceland Too “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment, Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then, I would do anything you want me to, I would do anything for you” Olivia Rodrigo - so american “And he laughs at all my jokes, And he says I'm so American. Oh, God, it's just not fair of him, To make me feel this much” Taylor Swift - Cruel Summer “And I snuck in through the garden gate, Every night that summer, just to seal my fate, And I screamed, "For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"” Halsey - Drive “It's so simple but we can't stay, Overanalyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed?” Taylor Swift - Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince “It's you and me, there's nothing like this, Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, We're so sad, we paint the town blue, Voted most likely to run away with you” Floetry - Say Yes “All you got to do is say yes, Don't deny what you feel, let me undress you, babe, Open up your mind and just rest, I'm about to let you know, you make me so” The Neighbourhood - Flawless “Your only flaw, you are flawless, But I just can't wait for love to destroy us” Lil Wayne - Love Me “She wake up, eat this dick, Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96, I feel her heartbeat, I chest to chest with this bitch, Now turn around, face down, I'm arrestin' this bitch” Miguel - Adorn “Baby, these fists will always protect ya, lady, And this mind, will never neglect you” Catfish and The Bottlemen - Heathrow “Love her from the get-go, Pick her up from Heathrow, Whenever she needs me, Watch her on the West End, Pepper up her best friends, Whenever she needs me” Arctic Monkeys - No.1 Party Anthem “The look of love, the rush of blood, The "She's with me" is the Gallic shrug”

[deusvervewrites]

I’ve been working my way through your stories and your lore posts. I’m also finally catching up to the end of the MHA manga. My thoughts on the endings of various character arcs is something you might vibe with. Sometimes, mercy to the guilty becomes cruelty to the innocent. It’s great writing when the villains are people you can sympathize with, but it’s weird that the heroes are this focused on saving the villains that are causing so much death and destruction. Your thoughts?

The entire point of My Hero Academia is saving people.

From the first page of the first chapter until now that has never changed.

I've seen people criticizing Midoriya for not going out onto the battlefield to personally and deliberately murder Shgiaraki and I wonder if they're the same people who think Aang should have killed Ozai.

The idea of mercy to the guilty leads to cruelty to the innocent is what caused the entire plot. Had the people at the Dawn of Quirks not immediately started murdering children for being born "wrong", All For One wouldn't have had to cope by doubling down on their propaganda to justify his own existence to himself. But those people were "guilty" of being born wrong, and if they showed mercy to them, then what? What if those people turned on them? No, no. Better to not take that chance.

If Kotaro had forgiven his mother, Shigaraki would never have happened.

If the Togas had accepted their daughter, Himiko would never have become a murderer.

Spinner never left the house because he was seen as "guilty" of the sin of being a mutant. People were massacred for that sin.

Civilians nearly murdered Ippan Josei, a civilian herself, because they believed that mercy to the guilty is cruelty to themselves.

The greatest flaw of the Hero System is that it dehumanized everyone under it. The Heroes were flawless paragons who could never live up to their own hype and swiftly abandoned for failing. The Villains were deemed to be inherently bad and punished for it.

Endeavor was allowed to abuse his wife and all four children and faced no repercussions. Because he's a Hero and Heroes are good. Touya wasn't born correctly enough and was punished over a one-sided feud a generation before him.

Nobody was seen as human. That's literally the point of the final battle. Midoriya, Uraraka, Todoroki, they all had to recognize the humanity of the people they were fighting and remind them of it.

The thesis of My Hero Academia, of every single arc of My Hero Academia, is that Heroes are not "good" and Villains are not "evil." That failing to recognize that fact leads to dark places, like a government that doesn't bat an eye at murdering its own citizens to maintain power. Laws that strip you of your own bodily autonomy.

During his battle against All For One at Kamino, All Might states the the reason Heroes never lose is because they have people to save. The chapter titled Bakugou Katsuki: Rising, his origin chapter, is about 300 chapters into the manga and the first time he saves someone.

All For One and the HPSC are both cruel relics of the past doing their best to manipulate their way to power, viewing everyone in their way as disposable pawns. They're the same. You could even make an argument that the laws against Quirk use means the HPSC is literally giving and taking away Quirks via licenses. And they both completely crumble in large part because of their refusal to see people when it is so much easier to see the enemy.

My Hero Academia is a story about extending your hand to those in need.

[shisasan]

Moving to Japan many years ago and being introduced more meticulously to its culture, history, and philosophy sparked a deep and lasting fascination that took root within me. Through extensive reading, research, observation, and reflection, it offered me valuable insights that, for some reason, blended organically with my own Balkan mentality. Japanese thought is like a quiet, endless ocean - vast and mysterious, yet full of deep truths for those curious to explore its depths. It’s not only that we can learn from it - it’s that we are drawn to it. The soul, restless and searching for meaning, finds itself captivated by its quiet elegance, by wisdom that is not shouted but whispered, like a secret offered in the stillness of the night. Herein lies its true beauty: it doesn’t force itself on you, it invites. It calls the spirit to explore the unknown, to face its own shadows, and in doing so, to find peace.

Here are a few philosophical principles that I find deeply compelling, each reflecting a unique idea or value within the expansive spectrum of Japanese aesthetics, ethics, and spirituality:

In the philosophy of "kensho" (見性), the gradual awakening to one's true self, there is a calm defiance against the rush of modern life. How easily we are deceived into thinking self-worth is built overnight, but Japanese thought insists on a far more patient, sometimes demanding journey - a slow, deliberate peeling away of the surface until only the real essence of the self remains. This is not comfort, but truth, and the search for truth is never without a bit of struggle. Yet in this struggle, in this slow awakening, there is beauty - one that cannot be grasped by those who seek only the fleeting joys of instant satisfaction.

Much like "bushidō" (武士道), the way of the warrior, this journey demands honor, integrity, and the kind of inner strength that does not waver, no matter how treacherous the path, a kind of inner strength that stands resolute in all circumstances. Bushidō embodies Gi (rectitude), Yū (courage), Jin (benevolence), Rei (respect), Makoto (honesty), Meiyo (honor), Chūgi (loyalty), and Jisei (self-control). It is not simply enduring hardship - it is about living with powerful intention, where loyalty, integrity, and courage form the foundation of a purposeful life. This spirit of Bushidō isn't about suffering but about a fierce dedication to living with honor and resilience, and within that struggle, one’s character is shaped. There is no arrogance in true confidence, only a hard-won resilience, the kind that grows in the cracks like a delicate flower breaking through stone.

Then comes "shibumi" (渋み) - that quiet, understated elegance that goes almost unnoticed, simplicity hiding a depth of complexity. True self-esteem, true understanding, doesn’t need to shout. It exists in the way a person holds themselves, moves through the world with calm, steady presence that speaks volumes without saying a word. This is confidence born not from pride but from humility, from understanding one’s place in the larger order of things, and finding peace in that awareness.

The beauty of "wabi-sabi" (侘寂) lies in its celebration of imperfection. It rejects the idea of flawless perfection and instead finds beauty in the cracks of imperfection and flaws. There is something both bittersweet and freeing in this acceptance - that we are all, in some way, broken, and it is through those very fractures that we find our true beauty. It’s a perspective that would resonate deeply with Dostoyevsky, who found humanity in the brokenness of his characters.

Perhaps the greatest gift of Japanese philosophy is the concept of "yūgen" (幽玄), that deep, elusive beauty lying just beyond reach, in the shadows and the unseen. Life is not meant to be fully understood, and some things are better left as mysteries. This unknowable depth gives life its meaning, its richness. The surface may seem dark, but beneath lies an entire world for those willing to look deeper, to feel with their soul, rather than just see with their eyes.

Finally, there is "fudōshin" (不動心) - the unshakable mind. To be calm, to be still, in the face of the storm - that is where true strength lies. It lies not in the victory and worldly achievements, triumph or success, but in the calm, steady enduring of life’s storms. This is the magnetic presence that draws others in, not through force or charm, but through the quiet power of someone who has faced the abyss and emerged, not untouched, but unbroken.

In Japanese philosophy, I’ve found a mirror to the human condition - beautiful, tragic, profound, and endlessly deep. It teaches us that self-esteem, like life, is not something to be attained in a moment, but something to be continuously sought, patiently, through humility and acceptance. There is no end to this journey, and in that endlessness lies its greatest beauty.

[intricate-ritualz]

“herbert does his own top surgery & it’s all fucked up lookin” is great and cool but i’ve gotta say. herbert would never. (a little rant)

like Yes he Is crazy enough 2 do his own top surgery but he wouldn’t do it himself if he didn’t Genuinely think he could do a good job😭

and yeah Obviously he wouldn’t Admit that he isn’t good enough 2 do it himself.. he simply Wouldn’t Do It or he’d work his ass off making sure he can do it Perfectly

like. bro has an Ego. there is No Way he’s gonna walk around w crazy ass scars on his chest and b all “yeah i did it myself 😊”

HERBERT WEST IS A SURGEON HERBERT WEST IS A SCIENTIST HERBERT WEST IS A GOD AND HE WOULD NEVER ALLOW HIMSELF 2 BE FLAWED BY HIS OWN HAND.

like i simply can’t imagine him doing something So important So symbolic and just. fucking it up. ESPECIALLY with that something being a SURGERY that is ON HIS VERY OWN BODY. he would be like. embarrassed to mess that up😭

surgery is Art to herbert and he’d want to Brag abt how skilled he is how beautiful his work is HOW HIS BODY WAS BORN FROM SCIENCE FROM SURGERY AND IT IS BETTER AND MORE DIVINE THAN THE ONE GOD DISGRACED HIM WITH

I HAVE TAKEN REFUSE OF YOUR GOD’S FAILURES AND I HAVE TRIUMPHED. THERE. THERE IS MY CREATION.

tldr: yeah herbert totally does his own top surgery but it’s Flawless

[imaginelegends]

ITS HIM

ITS LA PIETA

but seriously, I feel like this one screenshot encapsulates my... hesitations about season 2. because honestly... it's shaping up to be Mid, and I mean that in the traditional meaning of the word.

1. It's good, nothing to complain

2. No overly glaring problems - story hits all the plotpointa

3. It's not flawless - or the level of quality has not superceded its flaws

And its that third point that kinda really... Hammers it in

*insert picture of Jayce*

Look at the Viktor screenshot - look at the quote

"The reason for our failures in the commune"

WHAT FAILURES?!? WE SAW NO SUCH FAILURES!!!

What are you talking about failures??? Bc from where we stood, your commune is fucking excelling - happy content people everywhere. Its clean. It gets fucking sunlight. Its nice as hell. What FAILURES???

and thats the problem you see - bc Viktor went from reluctant jesus to full on Messiah to apparently The Bad Guy All Along - AND THERES VERY LITTLE CARRY THE CHARACTER FROM ONE PHASE TO THE NEXT

same with cait - oh we see the prison, we see the fictitious arrests, the way enforcers wage war on its own people who BTW still aint independent of piltover, who BTW remain under piltover's rule, who BTW for the most part are innocent people who have done nothing wrong aside from being born in the undercity

the gangs are gone bc they all hate topside - and thats the only thing

BUT HERES THE THING, we dont see Cait doing any of this... its her soldiers, the enforcers, but aside from her magnificent leap to the bottom in s1, shes actually back to the usual cait - when Jinx stopped sexually frustrating her, she regained her moral code

(and we're gonna have to talk about the missed opportunities between ambessa, jinx, and cait. let me tell you. ive been cocked the block)

suddenly s2 act2 cait seems more or less similar to beginning of s2 act1 cait - with her misgivings about martial law. WE DIDNT EVEN GET TO LUXURIATE IN CAIT BEING DRUNK OFF HER TYRANNICAL POWERS!! WHAT WAS THE FUCKING POINT!!!

give me MOTHER goddamn, where the fuck was that??? where is goddamn horny seduction of power? where is ambessa getting pussy enchanted bc cait would tap that at least once and ambessa is trying to be professional and as cait starts pulling away, the lesbian break up would have been AMAZING - caits betrayal bc she went back to Vi?!? hello????? DO YOU NOT SEE HOW FUCKING SIZZLING THIS COULD HAVE BEEN???????

dont fuck the warlord - dont sexualize the warlord - ONLY IF YOU WERE A COWARD

give me the seething, writhing pit of moral ambiguity thats hot as hell

bc otherwise it comes out perfunctory.

LIKE BACK TO VICKY

if vicky was supposed to be the bad guy, his little commune needed to be A LITTLE MORE creepy. SHOW US THE FAILURES. show us how the healing turns people WRONG. What does it mean if vicky gets his hands on you? SHOW US THE HORRIFIED LOVED ONES WHO UPON SURRENDERING THEIR DISABLED BELOVED FIND THEIR BELOVED IRREVOCABLY CHANGED IN A WAY THAT CAN NEVER BEEN UNDONE

SHOW US THE EXISTENTIAL LOVECRAFTIAN HORROR YOU FUCKS!!! This whole commune could have been fifteen hundred percent weirder and uncanny, make us feel like we're in a fishing boat in the middle of the lake and something massive just brushed under our boat. make us feel small and uncomprehending cucks.

I FELT NOTHING!!! I FELT LIKE WE WERE HITTING EACH STORY BEAT FOR THE SAKE OF THE PLOT POINT

it was all perfunctory as fuck. there was no lingering, stewing tension that just gnaws at your bones until you remember with each aching movement. there was NOTHING like that.

i couldnt bliss out on the jayvik messy breakup. i couldnt savor cait having a pussy rebound with a worse partner (we couldve gone from Lestat to Armand levels of bad decisions here)

we get Nothing

So Arcane gets ONE more act 3 to finish this off but honestly... it feels like each act is almost self contained in and of itself. and the buildup of viktor and the arcane feels thin - papery - wishy washy. Im not entirely confident that theyre gonna wrap up everything nicely.

ive already had ONE MASSIVE DISAPPOINTMENT THIS YEAR, please i cant have another so close to the last (iykyk)

[hamiltonconfessions-but-better]

Alexander Hamilton is depicted as a deeply flawed yet compelling protagonist. To claim that Hamilton “did no wrongs” would be an oversimplification, but in the broader context of his life story and motivations, his actions and choices reflect the complexity of human nature. He is not meant to be a perfect hero. Instead, Hamilton is a well-written, flawed protagonist who personifies ambition, trauma, and survival. The tendency to criticize him for not being morally impeccable misses the point of his character arc. In reality, his flaws are what make him relatable and human, and they highlight the larger message of the musical: the struggle for legacy, identity, and self-worth in an unforgiving world. To expect Hamilton to be a flawless, ideal figure is to misunderstand both the character and the human experience.

From the first song, the audience is introduced to a man who has survived more hardship than most can imagine. Orphaned at a young age, growing up in poverty, and facing constant instability, Alexander Hamilton was forced to fight for his survival from the very beginning. His determination to rise above his circumstances is a central theme in both his life and the musical. Miranda's version of Hamilton makes it clear that his ambition was not born of simple greed or arrogance but of a deep-rooted fear of being forgotten or left behind. This makes his drive to achieve understandable, even when it leads him down darker paths.

It is easy for critics to say, “well, he didn’t have to write The Reynolds Pamphlet,” or “he didn’t have to antagonize people like Jefferson and Burr,” but these moments stem from a deeper, almost primal need to secure his place in history. For someone who grew up with nothing, the idea of losing everything he built would have been unbearable. Basic empathy requires us to understand that Hamilton's decisions were influenced by his traumas. No one who has lived through what he did would come out unscathed or free from flaws. 

One of the greatest disservices people do when discussing Alexander Hamilton is expecting him to fit the mold of a “perfect protagonist.” We live in a world where audiences are conditioned to look for heroes who are morally upstanding, never make mistakes, and always choose the right path. but life—and great storytelling—doesn’t work that way. Characters like Eliza, who retain their strength and grace despite enduring immense loss, are inspiring, but they are not the only valid models of heroism. Not every person who suffers will react with unshakeable composure or selflessness. Hamilton's flaws make him more real, more complex, and more interesting. They reflect the reality that people, especially those who experience trauma, are not always equipped to handle their emotions or decisions in ways that fit neat moral binaries.

Hamilton's recklessness, pride, and ambition make him both admirable and infuriating. He rises to greatness through sheer force of will, but that same will sometimes leads him to self-destructive choices. His need to defend his legacy (whether by writing The Reynolds Pamphlet or by relentlessly opposing political enemies) comes from a deeply personal place. He isn’t a perfect leader or a perfect family man, but that imperfection is what makes his story so compelling. To fault him for not being more like Eliza, or even more like George Washington, is to impose an unrealistic standard on a character who was never meant to be idealized.

It's fine to critique Hamilton's actions—we should critique all characters’ actions—but what many critics miss is the essential empathy required to fully understand Hamilton's motivations. His decisions, especially the ones that seem irrational or destructive, are the result of years of hardship, insecurity, and an overwhelming need to prove his worth. Writing The Reynolds Pamphlet, for instance, was a terrible decision on the surface, but it came from a place of desperation. Hamilton believed that by confessing his own sins, he could preserve his political legacy. For someone whose entire identity was wrapped up in being remembered, that seemed like the only choice.

Moreover, holding Hamilton to the standard of someone like Eliza—who, as people often note, endured immense personal loss with dignity—ignores the fact that not everyone reacts to trauma in the same way. Eliza's strength doesn’t invalidate Hamilton's struggles. His mistakes and vulnerabilities make him a more fully fleshed-out character, and while we may not agree with everything he did, we can understand why he did it. His life was a constant fight against oblivion, and he chose to make himself known, even if it meant sacrificing personal relationships or making enemies.

What makes Alexander Hamilton a great protagonist is not that he is morally perfect but that he is deeply, unapologetically human. Characters like Hamilton show us that imperfection and complexity are what make for good storytelling. If Hamilton were a flawless hero, always making the “right” choice and never stumbling, his story wouldn’t resonate as deeply. His ambition is both his greatest strength and his fatal flaw, and this makes him relatable to anyone who has ever strived for something and paid the price.

By the end of the musical, Hamilton's legacy is defined by both his achievements and his mistakes. He revolutionized American politics, laid the foundations for the country’s financial system, and fought for the principles he believed in. At the same time, his impulsiveness and need for validation led him into unnecessary conflicts and ultimately cost him his life. These contradictions make him a well-rounded, unforgettable character, and his flaws are what drive his story forward. to ask for anything more would be to erase the richness of his character.

Alexander Hamilton was not perfect, but he wasn’t meant to be. Miranda's version of Hamilton is a reflection of the complexities of human ambition, trauma, and survival. To dismiss him because of his mistakes or to judge him by unrealistic standards of perfection is to ignore the essence of his character. Hamilton's flaws are what make him great—they are the cracks in his armor that allow us to see the full depth of his personality and his struggles. 

To truly appreciate Hamilton, both as a person and as a character in the musical, we must recognize that perfection is not the point. He was a deeply flawed protagonist, but one whose story resonates because it is grounded in the reality of human existence.

-alexander hamilton defense anon

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 136th Tilt

Uhtred of Bebbanburg, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) VS. Robin Hood, Robin of Sherwood (1984)

Propaganda

Uhtred of Bebbanburg, The Last Kingdom (2015-2022) Portrayed by: Alexander Dreymon

“He's your quintessential fantasy hero, the embodiment of rugged hotness! What's more, he's a complex, flawed character - courageous, smart and trustworthy but also arrogant, impulsive and stubborn, which makes him more realistic and adds to his overall appeal. He's far from perfect, but good at heart, someone you could trust with your life. And look at his blue eyes :) What's not to like?”

Robin Hood, Robin of Sherwood (1984) Portrayed by: Michael Praed

“Perhaps no one ought to be able to carry off an '80s haircut of that sheer exuberance, and YET. Dark eyes you could drown in, cheekbones that could cut glass, and the right amount of mischief and vulnerability for an excellent Robin Hood. This is to say nothing of the long, dexterous fingers that I have definitely spent too much time thinking about. Anyway! He is lithe, beautiful, a little bit rakish, absolutely devastatingly hot.”

Additional Propaganda Under the Cut

Additional Propaganda

For Uhtred of Bebbanburg:

"If you want a textbook example of a hot medieval guy, Uhtred is IT. Alexander Dreymon is like, flawless from head to foot; gorgeous icy blue eyes, long lashes etc. and on top of all that Uhtred is just, such a likeable character. Short tempered? Sure, but humorous, just, fair-minded and loyal as well."

[Gifset]

[Gifset]

For Robin Hood:

“Amazingly great hair for someone living in a forest as an outlaw (but we're not complaining), and with eyes as green as a forest glade, this slim, fey Robin was a Saxon peasant who was ready to be a figurehead for the people of England who needed hope to endure under their Norman overlords. He accepted the role of the forest god Herne the Hunter and a legend was born.”

[omelepun]

General headcanons of mithrun and Kabru’s relations hip ? You can add some past!mithrun ones too 💗

Oooh sure!! Thank you for asking of course!!

- It would take them a couple of years to get together, Kabru realizes how he feels for Mithrun first but waits for the right time to say. Mithrun, however, after years of thinking “he’s a friend, a really really good friend who crosses my mind at least twice every hour, whose smile makes me feel warm, who i will die for” finally understands his affection for Kabru, blurts out his confession immediately.

- They would keep their relationship between closed friends, publicizing it means more trouble for the newly found kingdom and kabru’s prestige and position as the court counselor because people think elves are untrustworthy, they would be like “the advisor is banging an elf?! We’re doomed as a kingdom!” Lol. Kabru doesn’t really care because he loves that man to his grave, but mithrun is worried he will be the downfall of kabru’s career.

- They don’t argue a lot, but when they do Mithrun is usually the one to apologize first because it scares him to death whenever it crosses his mind that this trivial gripe they’re having might be taking up what little time Kabru has left with him due to the lifespan difference. They both desperately want to resolve the fight and get back to being lovey dovey as soon as possible lol.

- Mithrun’s parents know about his relationship, but they don’t care that much as long as he keeps it a secret and doesn’t disgrace his family’s name because in their eyes their son had died 40 years ago. He doesn’t see them a lot, once every 10 years or so, one time Kabru insisted on meeting his family if they are going to get serious, he begrudgingly agreed, a terrible idea as it ended with Mithrun teleporting his soup to spill it on his parent’s head and storming out holding Kabru’s hand after they made snarky comments about Kabru.

- Kabru likes to be the little spoon, Mithrun doesn’t mind this.

And here’s my headcanons for past Mithrun:

- Despite his arrogance, he was extremely self-conscious, always fretting over how people perceived him, how a strand of his hair was out of place. He spent a lot of time on the upkeep of his appearance like doing a 10 step skincare routine twice a day even though elves have naturally flawless skin.

- Most of his ex-lovers were people for whom his brother had feelings, he would specifically court them to “win” over his brother, trying to prove to himself that he is superior. These relationships didn’t last because his partners felt like his love for them only goes so far.

- Ever since he was a child he was made aware of his bastard identity, he was told that because of his silver hair and eyes he was lucky enough to be taken in and brought up as a lawful child. Because of this he hated (and loved) his eyes and hair, even though they were his ticket to life of luxury, he felt like he was reduced to less than a person, he was rather a replacement for their legitimate but flawed son. (Now that you think about it lol his situation was kinda the opposite of Kabru’s, who was literally almost killed by his father’s family for his eyes)

- Because of him being born from infidelity, he had to make up for it by surpassing his brother, in fact he spent a third of his life doing so only to be shipped away to the army in place for his brother. Just like that he was thrown away.

[tyrantisterror]

Saw Godzilla Minus One again and yeah, just as good if not better than I felt it was the first time.

But it does have me thinking - well, honestly, I've been thinking about this for a while - about how often critics of this series have bandied the argument that only certain Godzilla movies are "true to the spirit of the original," and others are not and thus are trash. It's always used as a way to not just praise the movie in question the critic is talking about, but to still paint most of the Godzilla movies as disposable garbage - which is really to protect the critic's status as an authority by emphasizing they do not challenge the popular assumption that Godzilla movies are by and large garbage, and instead only think certain Godzilla movies - a rare and specific few - managed to rise above their station as garbage to be worth something.

Godzilla (1985) is the only Godzilla movie to hold true to the spirit of the original.

Shin Godzilla is the only Godzilla movie to hold true to the spirit of the original.

Godzilla Minus One is the only Godzilla movie to hold true to the spirit of the original.

And I have... too many thoughts on this to put in a normal tumblr post, I should probably organize them into, like, an essay (god it's been ages since I actually wrote one of those, nowadays I just let myself ramble with only a thin grasp of a point). But this is bullshit, right? This is a bullshit thing that critics and especially fans, so many Godzilla fans do this. It's so fucking cowardly and pretentious, the act of a person without the bravery to truly stand up for art they love, a person who'd rather cover their own ass than be bold enough to fight for what others have ignorantly deemed trash.

Like, my feelings on Shin Godzilla are not negative - they're lukewarm, a "well it's not really for me but I get what they're going for" feeling. But so many people for so many years have held it up high and said, "Finally, a Godzilla movie that's not trash like all the other sequels, one that FINALLY lives up to the SPIRIT of the first, FLAWLESS, PERFECT FILM!" that I can't help feeling resentment for it, a sort of petty envy at how it is constantly held up so the people praising it can shit down on all the others that preceded it. I think I've been more harshly critical of it than I have most Godzilla movies specifically because so many people feel the need to praise it as flawless while shitting on the Godzilla movies that I like more - as if I need to find flaw in Shin Godzilla to prove my love for the others.

Which is cowardly too, in all honesty. We shouldn't need to burn one movie to praise another.

I love Godzilla Minus One. Objectively (or as objective as any critique I make can be) I think it's the best movie since the original, maybe even surpassing it (unlike the 1954 Godzilla, Godzilla Minus One has not jump cuts or other glaring editing mistakes caused by a rushed production time that didn't allow for proper film coverage). And while it may well be impossible to overcome nostalgia and topple the Holy Trinity of Godzilla sequels in my personal rankings, it might manage to fight its way into my top five Godzilla movies. It's an excellent movie, one of the best for sure.

...but people are ALREADY doing the "It's the first Godzilla movie that's true to the spirit of the original!" bullshit already, and specifically using it to tear Shin Godzilla down. I'm at least a little guilty of it - I mean, it was just an honest expression of my preferences, but still, there wasn't a need for me to express my lukewarm feelings on Shin while praising Minus One - and fuck, man, I already regret that.

It's a coward move. Fight for what you love even if people say you're cringe or uncultured for it. Fuck 'em, be the atomic freak you were born to be. You can't find your monster island if you don't.

[maranigai]

Do you still accept characters for that ask meme? I saw you only answered an ask about Messmer so far! How about Morgott for that ask meme? (not sure if asking DS characters counts since like 80% of info about them has to be manually hallucinated by the fan themselves, but I can if that's okay with you!)

Yep, I'm still doing character ask meme, Messmer simply was the only ask for me by now lol Also DS characters are fine too, of course they would be like 95% headcanon based, but that's why we love DS, isn't it?

But anyway, Morgott. My absolutely favourite of favourites of all ER characters...

favorite thing about them

First of all, Morgott is such a beautifully contradictory character. He's a demigod shardbearer and a cursed being, a proud monarch and a monster in his own eyes, a defender of all that is holy and a warlock shrouded in illusions. And all these things are actually logical and completely understandable given his story. Because, above everything else, Morgott is a broken creature, not as a result of his own deeds or guilts, but because of the things beyond his control, some ancient sins and crimes he's not aware of, some old vengeance that existed even before he was born. And this break, this pain, is a spiral, you know? Morgott hates his nature because he was convinced he's a monster, he supports the system that oppresses him because he believes that he's oppressed rightfully and this system is the best remaining option for the world as a whole, even if he and people like him have to suffer for it, and in doing so he causes even more harm, more oppression and misery for himself and everyone around. I love how he's a loyal, determined, faithful person, and this is exactly what makes him a villain in the story. He's an extremely tragic character, but completely consistent in his tragedy, his brokenness, and I have a deep weakness for broken things.

least favorite thing about them

I don't think there's anything I don't like about him as a character, I mean, he's certainly not flawless, but his flaws are what make him so interesting in the first place. So I say that my least favourite thing is his bossfight. Don't get me wrong, Morgott is one of my favourite FromSoft bosses in general, but I have a feeling that they made his moveset (super-complex and interesting) first, then remembered he's a mandatory mid-game boss and panicked to balance him to this level by drastically reducing his damage and hp.

favorite line

May the curse seep to thy very soul.

I just love his spiteful tone in this one, sorry.

brOTP

I could write Mohg or Godwyn here and it would be legit, but allow me to be more exotic this time and mention Malenia. They have many things in common, if you think about it: two cursed, yet somewhat noble beings, bitterly determined and endlessly loyal to their masters of choice. I can absolutely see how they can respect and understand each other, even if not sharing each other's cause. I also love the idea of a young, sick, not-yet-swordmaster Malenia and her Cool Big Brother Morgott, the only person around who takes her seriously.

OTP

Banished knight Oleg. Literally the mix of my favourite tropes of "liege and their a bit too loyal knight" and "my majestic, scheming wife and me, committing whatever crimes she wants me to commit today". Also Oleg dies before Morgott, so my inner angst enjoyer appreciates this as well.

nOTP

Mohg! I just can't see them as a pairing, their sibling relationships is everything to me. I'm also not a fan of Tarnished/Morgott, mainly because most of such arts/fics imply some level of self-indulgence and this just doesn't work for me (though I've seen several very cool works with this pairing too).

random headcanon

Three for the price of one: Morgott's hobby is creating clockwork automatons (a more detailed post about this hc); his favourite half-sibling is Malenia and this is mutual; he also shares Mohg's sense of fashion, but refuses to admit it.

unpopular opinion

While most people hc Morgott to be the elder twin, in my hcs he's the younger one (and the youngest of Godfrey's sons). Ironically enough, this isn't an important headcanon for Morgott himself, but it's an essential part of my perception of Godwyn and (especially) Mohg.

song i associate with them

Мельница - Что ты знаешь

My personal theme song for Morgott as the Veiled Monarch.

favorite picture of them

There're so many cool arts of Morgott that it's really hard to choose the most favourite one lol

So for now I pick this one by Cruentum_Noctis

[nosyp]

Lunchbox Lovers

Warnings = none

Pairing = Rin Itoshi x GN! Reader

Word count = 1.2k words

Summary = You work as the canteen lady in Blue Lock. Rin captures your attention and you capture Rin's attention.

“Next!” you yelled, inviting the next person for their portion of food. 

After being kicked out of your apartment, you’ve been living on the streets until you finally got this job. Serving food to sweaty soccer players wasn’t what you had in mind but the pay was decent. Some have tried to flirt with you since being trapped meant you wouldn’t see another woman til you got disqualified or quit but all you did was shoo them away when they did. Some complained. Some others kept pestering you but one report was all it took for them to go away.

You still decided to stay nonetheless, all because of one man. That man was Rin Itoshi, he was the absolute definition of perfect. Every time you saw him, his visuals were always perfect from top to bottom, not an inch of his body showed signs of a flaw. You sometimes wondered why he didn’t take up modelling. But at the same time, it’d be a waste of his talents if all he did was take pictures for a living.

Being a part of the staff team, you were allowed to watch the matches between the players. Whenever Rin played, you would always watch, cheering for him silently in the background and every single time, he would never disappoint. His moves were just as flawless as his looks, if not, more. 

Sometimes, you’d take up extra jobs when the staff were temporarily away. One day, you could be wrapping bandages for the players and another day you could be sweeping the hallways. Every once in a while, you could spot Rin glancing back at you whenever you did.

Today was one of those days. You were cleaning up the gym equipment while Rin was working out on the leg press. He was quite hard working for someone who was already born with talent, I mean look at his brother.

“Y’know you should take a rest once in a while,” your voice pierced through the room.

He halted mid leg press and let out a disgruntled sound. Finishing his rep, he turned to look at you and shot you a nasty glare.

“I don’t need to. What’s the point if I don’t even do good?” he responded with a firm voice.

You chuckled at his response and stopped what you were doing. “It’s not good to push yourself too much, go get a drink at least,”

He let out an exhale and stood up. “Fine,” he murmured while walking towards the water dispenser. “If that gets you to stop pestering me,” he whispered underneath his breath.

“I heard that!” you yelled from across the room.

Click. Click.

You could hear him click the water dispenser repeatedly. Worried, you ran over to him to see what was happening. 

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked.

“It’s empty,” his response was short and straightforward.

“Aight, I’ll go get another gallon then. Wait a moment,” you said before making your way to the storage room. You came back soon later, dragging a gallon of water. Luckily, Rin was nice enough to offer assistance. 

“Ahhh thanks… I wouldn’t have done it without you,”

He hummed as a response and you closed up the water dispenser.

“There! It should work now,” 

Running back to your room, you squealed in excitement. This was your first time talking to ITOSHI RIN. All you could do for the rest of the night was toss and turn in your bed, thinking about what could flourish from this one interaction. 

You continued trying to get close to him over the next few days: commenting on how well he played, getting his drink for him, making small talk and other little things. Though, he did keep your interactions short, which totally hindered your plans big time. He did seem weirded out by your new-found behaviour at first but got used to it.

—

Walking past the hallway, you spotted Rin Itoshi in your peripheral vision. Then suddenly, you found himself caging you between him and the wall. He was sweaty and panting from the match he just had. 

“E-eh Rin?” you muttered, trying to cover up your internal panic. 

“Tell me something right now, Y/N,” he said, still out of breath. “D-does our relationship mean anything? I don’t understand it, but I can’t stop thinking about you... it’s annoying.”

The question caught you off guard, leaving you speechless. You let out the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding and…

“Ugh… I don’t have any other way to say this but,” you stopped, thinking for a moment. 

“But…? Tell me please,” he begged. This was the first time you had seen him like this. 

—

Rin's POV

For the past few days, Y/N has been on my mind more than I’d like to admit. Ever since that moment with the water dispenser, they’ve been trying to talk to me more. I don’t get it. What do they even want?

Even during my breaks, their presence lingers in my thoughts. It’s irritating, like an itch I can’t scratch. I’ve never felt this distracted before, and it’s throwing me off. Whatever this is, it’s unsettling, and I don’t like it.

Sometimes, I’d catch myself looking for her, and it only made everything worse. Each time I saw her, it felt like the weight of my thoughts grew heavier, like I couldn’t escape the constant pull she had on me. It was maddening. I wanted to stay distant, to focus on other things, but there was something about her that made it impossible to look away.

—

Your POV

“U-ugh fine, I like you, Rin,” you admitted, relief washing over you as you finally let your true feelings of Rin Itoshi out.

His breath hitched and he stepped away from you. He didn’t say anything, only looked at the ground.

“So… would you uhm… like to be my boyfriend…?” you awkwardly asked. This only stretched the awkwardness even more as he just stood there, unmoving. 

‘Did you make the wrong move? Did you misunderstand the situation?’ you thought to yourself. But those questions were quickly shoved away when he spoke up.

“I…I like you too,” he said, softly. 

You stared in disbelief, your heart racing as if you were floating on cloud nine. The moment felt surreal, too perfect to be real. Had he really just accepted your confession? It was overwhelming, and the line between reality and a dream blurred in your mind.

As time passed, the bond between the two of you only grew stronger, each encounter strengthening your relationship. You both became experts at keeping your relationship a secret, meticulously scheduling moments to be together without raising suspicion. Though you had to be cautious in public, the stolen moments in private were worth it, and you both cherished them. The quiet understanding between you two made the secrecy feel more like a shared challenge, drawing you closer despite the need for discretion.

[dangermousie]

Something that struck me on this rewatch - how it's equally important that 17 fell for XY without knowing what she actually looks like (so there is really no element of physical desire there at the start - it's vvvv much a Victorian "I love you for your soul" set up) AND that for XY from the very start any feeling she had for 17 in large part relied on what he looks like and her finding those looks hella appealing. Long before she loved him or even liked him, she lusted after his bod etc.

Because for XY, even she herself doesn't know what her "true" look is like - she's been stuck in the transformation and cannot get out (when earlier she refused to show 17 her true face it's not even that she doesn't want to, she literally cannot) - it is super important for her to love her for what she is innately and she feels divorced from her actual look/her not looking like a beautiful high born woman for so long is such a part of her that I think she would always hold herself at a remove from someone she thought fell for her in part for her looks since she has such a fraught relationship with her identity and her looks are a huge part of it. It is so important to her that looks don't matter to him at all, since her identity/soul are so divorced from her body, through no choice of hers.

BUT!

It's the inverse for Tushan Jing. We are told repeatedly he was viewed as this beautiful peerless young master, with women swooning about his supposed perfection blah blah. But when XY lusts after him, he's no longer that. After his brother's torture (which was very much directed at ruining his perfection - it's the same reason Hou ruined his hands that were known for playing the qin; he scarred him all over very deliberately - in the novel they mention he had to go to great trouble to find some plant which is the only one that is applied meticulously can cause scarring to stick), his body is a complete wreck - he looks so hideous under his clothes that his fiancee who is planning to marry him no matter what for nefarious reasons can't even bear to pretend when she sees the damage and runs off for a bit. Even his well-meaning friends, like the rich girl Feng Long's sister whose name utterly escapes me, view him as seriously damaged. And here comes XY who is blushing and running off when he's barely well enough to stand, bandaged like he's auditioning for The Mummy and his scars are fresh as hell, who later obsesses over his hair like he's some sort of dude Lady Godiva etc etc. It is VERY clear that she finds him sexy as fuck, limp and ruined voice and horrible scars and all, and for someone with his issues - not just having his sense of self demolished, but having to live physically flawed in a flawless world, especially when he was viewed as perfect even by those insane standards before, is so so so necessary.

[lnkedmyheart]

I like Oda as a character, I like the way he contributes to the story and how he influences the narrative. I do not however like Oda any more than say Karma or Fitzgerald. And in my very honest opinion, the huge problem with Oda's fandom characterization comes from idolization and the cool dead guy trope. The fandom sees Oda as this affable guy but also sees him through Dazai's eye where Dazai idolized him and puts him on a pedestal. The fandom sets Oda up as this faultless, flawless, perfect man who had all his shit together and was wise beyond his years and could do no wrong, all powerful token of perfection. He goes from a flawed interesting character to a Mary sue with silly quirks for "flaws". And this is why people so often misinterpret his relationship dynamic with Dazai and the impact of his final words. People are not allowed to analyse and critique Oda as a character because the moment you say you don't like him you have to put out an apology for hurting the fandom's feelings (real event, one user on tiktok had to actually apologise).

Oda is not perfect, he is not ideal and he is not faultless. Oda is not some pure soul like people insist he is, he was an assassin and while he no longer kills he was still working for the mafia. He was still involved in an organization dealing in assassinations, murders, gang violence, trafficking and more. He's barely 22 when he dies, he is young, he is traumatized and struggling to connect. Aside from that he takes dumb as hell actions like repeatedly going to visit the kids he adopted in broad daylight while there was a literal terrorist with a vendetta against him on the loose. He also repeatedly indulges Dazai's spirals, something that Ango explicitly calls him out on. Yes it makes Dazai feel like he has a peer but Oda is literally one of the most passive personalities in Dazai's life until his death, he rarely calls Dazai out on his spirals, often indulging his worst self destructive tendencies. He also struggles to place Dazai, putting him on a pedestal and alternating between seeing him as someone born to remain in the darkness and a child on the verge of tears. Oda also repeatedly fails to understand the sheer amount of hope Dazai had during dark era, most notable in their second last meeting when Dazai desperately tries to stop him from his suicide mission by trying to give him hope. Dazai is a very hopeful character who latches onto the most minor things in his life and postpones his death for them despite being actively suicidal. Oda's final words to Dazai take away any real hope he had while telling him that he should live to serve other people. Oda's words made Dazai into a martyr who only values himself through what he can do to save the innocent.

And no, I'm not saying this to slander Oda. I'm saying this to humanize him. Nobody in bsd is perfect. Everyone is flawed and human. Oda made stupid decisions, was involved with the mafia, etc and that makes him human. That makes his ending a tragedy greater than the fall of some faultless pious hero. Oda's final words were meant to give Dazai hope to keep living, to leave the mafia in a way that he never did and to do good in a way that he never could. And the problem was that he didn't understand Dazai was always this hopeful guy. He needed to be told that he will find a reason but Oda thought he wouldn't cause Oda was actively projecting on Dazai, and that's a theme in bsd, everyone projects on Dazai. In his final moments he told this suicidal kid looking for something to keep living for, that he will never find anything to live for and to dedicate himself to other people.

Yes Oda helped Dazai escape but he also broke something in that boy. And Atsushi is desperately trying to tell him now that no, Dazai doesn't need to martyr himself for others, that he deserves to live regardless.

Ready to get cancelled but I don't like the fandom Oda. I much prefer the Oda who accidentally fucked up his last words because he was projecting too hard. Like beast universe literally exists because that versions of Dazai took Oda's words way too seriously and tried to create a world where everyone but he survives and remains happy.

[newlondohollow]

Random rant time: Ds2 story&lore haters are probably one of the worst diehards in the souls community and are genuinely so annoying. Like yeah there are some names in descriptions that don't appear ever again and a couple of naming mistakes and shit with dubious explenation but that's it. That's all that is actually wrong. People in this community generally don't fully realize how good of stories the souls games have compared to the majority of contemporary fantasy media. Ds2's amount of mistakes are the average amount for any other regular fantasy franchise. Yeah it wasn't as polished as the other games so it's not nearly if not flawless in lore amd story like they are, but it's still more than good. The thing is that as much as the haters like to pretend there is absolutely nothing that makes the main and non main storylines be objectively flawed or bad. Them haters will just go ahead and ignore the thematic depth, the symbolisms, the allegories and the meaningful connections with ds3 and ds1 and just say "yeah its js about women ruining everything" no. it. is. not. More ranting below this adorable fanart by Superbz1212

And on that note, I once saw a post here saying ds2 was sexist. SEXIST?? like i don't mean to throw shade at anyone and I don't even remember the author of the post but calling a piece of media sexist just because a significant amount of malevolent characters in it are female is kind of insane. That post also used Lucatiel as an example, FUCKING LUCATIEL??? NOT EVEN SOMEONE LIKE NASHANDRA???LUCATIEL????? Lucatiel is actually, along with Gwyndolin, a character meant to showcase ambiguity or amibivalence in the gender binary and generally showcase different aspects of the gender spectrum. Lucatiel was forced or encouraged since childhood to take on traditionally male tasks, both to us and Mirrah's war-glorofying society. Meanwile, Gwyndolin was raised as a girl but was born male. So no, Lucatiel isn't a sexist portray of women, she's actually genderqueer rapresentation. I feel like the ds2 is sexist thing deserves its own post so i'll stop here now..

[peppymintdreams]

Wrap Me in Plastic

Asirel Cain x Pet

The music played softly in the background—a modern, pulsing rhythm that seemed at odds with the estate’s timeless elegance. Yet, Asirel had allowed it, if only because he found it amusing to watch Pet move to the beat as they tidied the expansive room.

“You know,” Asirel’s voice cut through the music, smooth and teasing, “you almost look like you belong here when you’re busy like that.”

Pet paused mid-motion, glancing over at him. Asirel lounged on the velvet chaise, one leg draped over the other, a glass of something expensive in his hand. His blonde hair was perfectly in place, his gaze sharp and calculating as always.

“Thank you, Master,” Pet murmured, unsure if it was meant as a compliment or something else.

Asirel tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. I’m merely observing.” He took a slow sip from his glass, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make Pet shift uncomfortably.

“Tell me, Pet,” he continued, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “Do you ever think about what it would be like to be… perfected?”

Pet blinked, unsure how to respond. “Perfected, Master?”

He rose from the chaise with the grace of a predator, closing the distance between them in a few unhurried steps. “Yes. Molded. Shaped into something flawless.” His fingers brushed against Pet’s chin, tilting their face up so their eyes met. “Like a doll.”

Pet’s breath hitched at the contact, their heart racing. “I… I don’t know, Master.”

Asirel’s smirk deepened. “No?” His thumb traced the line of their jaw, cold and commanding. “You wouldn’t like to be wrapped in silk, adorned in the finest things, made into something that others would envy? Something they could only dream of touching?”

The music pulsed around them, the beat syncopating with the tension in the room.

“I—” Pet hesitated, the words caught in their throat.

Asirel’s grip tightened just slightly, a subtle reminder of the control he wielded over them. “I think you would.” His voice dropped to a low murmur, each word deliberate. “After all, you crave attention, don’t you? My attention.”

Pet swallowed hard. “Yes, Master.”

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Good.” He released their chin, but not before trailing his fingers down their neck, leaving a shiver in their wake. “Because I intend to make you perfect, Pet. Every flaw, every imperfection… gone. You’ll be exactly what I want.”

The words sent a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through Pet. They had always known Asirel’s power over them was absolute, but tonight it felt different—intimate, in a way that left them breathless.

“Do you trust me, Pet?” Asirel asked, his voice soft but demanding an answer.

“Yes, Master,” they whispered, without hesitation.

“Good.” His smile was wicked, the kind that promised both pleasure and peril. “Then let’s begin.”

He gestured toward a nearby wardrobe, its doors open to reveal an array of finely tailored clothing, all in pristine condition. “Choose something. Something that speaks of elegance, of submission.”

Pet obeyed, their hands trembling slightly as they sifted through the luxurious fabrics. Finally, they selected a sleek black ensemble—simple yet refined, something they knew would please him.

Asirel watched with a critical eye as they changed, his gaze never leaving them. When they were finished, he stepped forward, adjusting the collar with a precision born of perfectionism.

“Lovely,” he murmured, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “Now, stand still.”

Pet complied, their body tense with anticipation as Asirel circled them, inspecting every detail. “Flawless,” he said finally, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. “Just as I knew you could be.”

The music continued to play, the beat echoing in the background like a heartbeat. Asirel took Pet’s hand, leading them toward the large mirror that dominated one wall of the room.

“Look,” he commanded softly.

Pet gazed at their reflection, seeing themselves through Asirel’s eyes—polished, elegant, and entirely his.

“Do you see it now?” Asirel’s voice was a whisper in their ear. “The potential you have when you let me mold you? When you let me… wrap you in perfection?”

“Yes, Master,” Pet whispered, their reflection staring back with wide, captivated eyes.

His hand slid down their arm, a touch that was both possessive and reassuring. “Good. Remember this moment, Pet. You belong to me, and I will make you into something the world can only dream of.”

The song reached its crescendo, the music enveloping them in its hypnotic rhythm.

Asirel’s lips brushed against their ear, his voice a soft, velvety command. “Now, dance for me.”

Pet obeyed without question, their movements fluid and graceful, each step a testament to the control he had over them.

And as they moved to the music, Asirel watched with a mixture of pride and amusement, knowing that in this moment, they were exactly as he wanted them to be—his perfect creation, wrapped in his power, and bound by their own desire for his approval.

A masterpiece in the making.

I based this story off a post I song where someone compared Sakuverse characters to songs I forgot who @ them if you know who they are