#but by God the image used in that ad makes me ill

[indecisive-dizzy]

I think platforms should have a "this made me viscerally uncomfortable in ways I can't describe" option for why you no longer want to see an ad.

I also think tumbr dot come should let me say "Hey! I Really don't want to see the weed ad! Thank you!" and then remove it. gimme the long ass LGBT one again I beg of you

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt 6)

Masterpost

The Wayne family gathered in the family room once Alfred was done setting up the projector, somehow there was also a plate of cookies and a couple pots of tea on the coffee table. How he’d found the time they didn’t know, he always seemed to be doing just a little more than should be possible but they didn’t question it. 

Jazz seemed nervous as she plugged in her USB and accessed the power point on Ghosts and Liminality. The tidal page had a picture of Danny in his Phantom form standing with a group of others, a boy with gray skin and blond hair, a girl with green hair and skin, and a goth with purple eyes and a dark skinned boy who looked around Danny’s age, and Jazz with the title “Ghosts and Liminals!” 

The next slide had simple text: “What are they and How are they made?”

With each slide she read the text on the screen allowed and then added any context or anecdotes she thought of, or had prepared. 

(Next slide)

Ghosts:

Made of ectoplasmic energy and obsession

Made either:

when someone dies with strong enough desires

An idea gains enough traction to take on a life of its own

Immutable concepts and gods

Must be allowed to indulge in obsessions or they will cease to exist

All have basic abilities such as flight, intangibility, invisibility, and minor shape shifting

On top of basic abilities most will have additional powers based on their obsessions

Immortal unless killed 

Love to fight

Liminals

Made when a human is exposed to high levels of ectoplasm for prolonged periods of time

Have some ghostly traits 

Ghostly traits vary person to person

Less susceptible to human illness and injury

“The ghosts on the picture are Kitty and Johnny, we’ve had problems with them but would consider them friends now. They’re the ghosts of two humans who died, but there are others, Vortext for instance is the ghost of Storms. Those ghosts who come from ideas are called ‘neverborns’. There seem to be almost an infinite number of ghosts, however not all of them are interested in having anything to do with us so we tend to get the same faces showing up a lot in Amity.

“I don’t know how many liminals there are. I thought they might be new with my parents' research but as I look into it more I think there are more natural sources of ectoplasm then my parents thought.” Jazz explained before going to transition to the next slide.

“I have a question-” Bruce started before Jazz hushed him. 

“Wait till the end please! I might answer it without you having to ask,” She scolded, and he felt very much like a schoolboy again as his children snickered.

(Next slide including a image of the glowing green viles in the Fenton’s lab and a glowing green crystal)

Ghost biology 

Ghosts do not have any recognizable organs or bones

The only solid part of their being is their Core which is the source of their ectoplasm 

Any injury to a ghosts form not done directly to their core is considered minor and will heal

A healthy ghost is fully capable of mending any damage including removed limbs in a matter of hours or days depending on extent of the injury

All injuries not including the Core are considered minor 

Ghosts are considered young for at least the first hundred years of their existence and are often not considered adults until nearly 500

A caveat to this is ghosts are heavily driven by emotion and will often be the age they feel they are allowing ghosts to mature much more quickly, or more slowly

When this is the case ghosts are treated as the age they present and behave

Ghosts reproduce by shaping ectoplasm and Wanting a child badly enough

“Believe me it was incredibly scary the first time I saw Danny in his ghost form have something go right through his stomach. It took him a long time to convince me it wasn’t a big deal and it barely hurt. He does have to make sure he repairs the damage Before turning human again though or the damage can transfer over and I don’t need to tell you a hole in the gut is a lot more serious for humans!

“If I’m honest I only know ghosts that have stayed younger then they really are, for instance Youngblood who’s a few hundred years old and could be well on his way to adulthood if he wanted but has remained a child. I assume it can go the other way though, if a ghost is very mature for their age.”

Ectoplasm 

Ectoplasm is the energy that makes up all ghosts and the Ghost Zone itself. All ghosts can feed on the ectoplasm around them as well as produce their own by indulging in obsessions. The ghosts Cores produce the ectoplasm like a brain produces neurochemicals when exposed to the right stimulation.

Ectoplasm is a powerful source of energy but unstable. When it is stabilized into an ecto-crystal it is more stable and can be used as a power source safely by ghosts and liminals.

“Most ectoplasm is green like you see in the pictures. But it isn’t the only colour, some other ghosts produce different colours and it is highly tied to what emotion drives them. When it’s pure it usually smells like petracore but it can get pretty foul.”

(next slide)

What are Obsessions

Every ghost has one or more obsessions

They can be very literal things such as boxes, or ideas and emotions such as Love

In rarer cases they may have dual obsessions

Unlike for humans obsessions are very healthy for ghosts

Ghosts need to indulge their obsessions

Sometimes the way ghosts indulge their obsessions might seem evil, however it is almost always just amoral 

Obsessions shape every part of a ghost from their powers to thier physical appearance, to befriend a ghost you Must understand and aid their obsession

In very extreme circumstances a ghosts obsession may shift, sometimes this is healthy, more often it is a result of extreme trauma

“With my interest in psychology this was sort of hard for me to accept. From the outside the way ghosts obsess seems really unhealthy but it’s what gives them life. When not allowed to indulge in their obsessions ghosts will dysregulate and go to extreme lengths to try and get their obsession, if that doesn’t work they either go dormant if their core is still healthy enough or they will melt. 

“Ghosts change their obsessions very rarely, I’ve heard of it happening as they heal. For instance once a ghost has gotten revenge for themselves, if that was their obsession, their obsession might shift to avenging other people, or even protecting them so they don’t need to be avenged.”

(Next Slide)

Ghost Culture

The Ghosts have a monarchy

The title of the Ghost King is not hereditary but passed through trial by combat

Under the monarch is a council of being known as Observants, and powerful and old ghosts called Ancients 

Ghosts respect strength and value power and cunning in combat a lot

Ghosts bond with each other through combat and play fight with family and friends often

“I have down that the ghosts are a monarchy, and technically that is true but the current Ghost King was a tyrant who was locked away thousands of years ago. I’m sure as soon as someone shows up who’s powerful enough to beat him his court will be happy to pick up where they left off with a better King, or queen, though I don’t think the title has to change based on gender.

“I really can’t stress enough how violent ghosts are! Because nothing short of having their cores shattered can kill them, play fighting for them can look Very Much like a murder attempt to a human. A lot of the issues we’ve had with ghosts have come from them just not understanding quite how fragile humans, and for most of them they feel really bad once they know they actually Hurt someone by shooting them. It’s really best for everyone when they’re kept separate and Ghosts can happily tear each other apart in peace.”

Liminals

The result of long term low level exposure to ectoplasm, sudden high doses are almost always deadly

Liminals Can have almost every trait a ghost can, usually having a combination of a few

Commonalities between liminals include

Minor cosmetic changes such as: glowing eyes, pointed ears, and/or sharp teeth 

Increased stamina, strength, and aggression

Increased obsessive behaviour

Liminals sometimes develop powers shaped by the strength and type of obsession 

“Most of the people Danny and I know are liminals. I don’t want to talk about them in case they don’t want to be outed so I’ll talk about myself and my parents. We all had prolonged exposure after all. My ears are pointed,” She said brushing her hair back so they could see them, “And Danny is a little more then liminal but even in human form he has fangs. 

“My parents didn’t realize it but they could to the point they could subsist on their obsession without needing to eat or sleep as often as a regular human would. About a year ago I started developing the ability to tap into and feel other peoples emotions, I can feed on them a little too but I try not to because the Worst ghost we met did that and I don’t want to be anything like her.”

(Next Slide)

In conclusion

Ghosts are not evil even though sometimes their actions are hard to understand

Never get between ghosts when they’re fighting each other but it’s usually safe to yell at them to remind them not to break anything

Never get between a ghost and their obsession

Don’t drink ectoplasm unless you know you’re already liminal

“I have a feeling the section about liminals will be familiar to a bunch of you. I know Damian is liminal though I don’t know how he was exposed to ectoplasm and some of you,” Her eyes skirted across Tim and Bruce. “Are toeing the line. You’ll probably notice Damian and Danny getting really close, and they might get in some really vicious looking fights. I promise Danny is playing at least.”

The family was left silent for a moment, Bruce knew he was thinking about Jason. Who had died, been exposed to.. What certainly seemed to be something like Lazarus water and come back, obsessive, aggressive, and emotional. He wished he’d had this powerpoint a long time ago. It helped understand Damian too but mostly he was thinking about Jason. He needed to reach out again, maybe meeting Danny would be good for Jason?

“So uhhh, ya, that’s the end of the powerpoint?” Jazz said, shifting from foot to foot in the awkward silence. “Any questions?”

Next

[somepsychopomp]

Well now you got me curious. What would Paris and Odysseus's relationship be like

Short answer: if Odysseus isn't trying to escape Troy, he's trying to assassinate Paris. If Paris isn't busy being a huge loser, he's dodging Odysseus' assassination attempts.

But to really answer this question, I'd much rather start at the very beginning of their "relationship" when Paris first abducts him. (Also sorry everyone for making my omegaverse AU needlessly complicated by adding more and more spin offs to it, but this ask is in reference to this post I had about omega Odysseus being kidnapped to Troy)

First off, I don't imagine that Paris picked Aphrodite to give the golden apple to and she immediately snapped her fingers to make Ody appear. For as little credit as people & gods alike give her, Aphrodite can be very good at pulling strings behind the curtain. So let's say that there's a big celebration across the pond from Troy & several high-profile Greek royals are all together in one place. In my mind, I imagine some kind of grand, royal wedding taking place in Sparta. Penelope, as a former Spartan princess, is of course invited to come, along with her omega mate.

And wouldn't you know it, the Spartan royal house has decided, somewhat abruptly, to invite a party from Troy! A wedding isn't just a family matter, after all- it's an opportunity to talk trade, strengthen old ties, or forge new ones. And oh, how unfortunate that at the time the delegation is set to sail, King Priam has fallen ill. Not enough to kill him, but enough that he is certainly not seaworthy. He was supposed to attend the wedding with his wife, but decides to send two of his sons in his stead. Hector will no doubt perform well and generate a good image for Troy, but this will also be a great learning opportunity for Paris to better familiarize himself with politics and sharpen his mind. Plus, what could go wrong when he has his elder brother to watch over him?

Well, Aphrodite so happens to be a little voice in Paris' ear, giving him all the sweet words that the Greek kings want to hear. He endears himself to them, acting as nothing more than one of countless young princes from around the Mediterranean. He has few feats to speak of, no grand stories of hunting huge game or the like, but he's got such a way with words.

Why, the kings say, they ought to pit this young Trojan prince against Odysseus' swift tongue and mind!

Odysseus? Paris thinks. Who's that?

He's led through the throngs of wedding guests, away from his elder brother, and to the very queen of Sparta herself.

There she is, Aphrodite whispers to him, She is to be your wife.

And yes, Helen is beautiful. More beautiful than any other woman Paris has ever seen. She smells of flower petals drifting on the surface of a river: sweet, but cold. And she's not alone. She's talking with what looks to be a mated couple. They're clearly royalty, their richly dyed clothes speak of some wealth, but the lack of intensely elaborate embroidery suggests they must be from a smaller or less well-off nation. There is a tall woman, an alpha, with her arm laced through that of a shorter but still very muscled and handsome man.

Aphrodite coaches Paris through his introduction, earning him a few pleasant smiles and warm welcomes from the Queen and her esteemed gusts: her cousin Penelope & her husband, King Odysseus of Ithaca.

Aphrodite is about to really get to work and use her power as the goddess of love, but Paris hesitates. He knows that he was promised the hand of the most beautiful woman, and that's exactly what Helen is, but... does he want her?

Both Spartan women are so tall, and they carry themselves with such an intense grace belied by a such a daunting quiet confidence. Helen's cool and distant demeanor makes her feel so intimidating. There is no gentleness to her that is common among omegas, either. She has the face of a woman who could watch a man die for her and not even blink.

Paris thinks he could easily fall in love with Helen, but would she love him back?

That's what I'm here for, sweetheart, Aphrodite reminds him.

Before he makes his choice, a few of the other guests interrupt and say that young Paris is quite the eloquent and sharp-tongued speaker. The King of Ithaca is immediately curious.

Be wary of him, Aphrodite warns, He is a student of Athena.

Athena? This king has the favor of a god like Paris does?

Odysseus, who really doesn't look to be much older than Paris himself, immediately starts playing games with him. What few Trojan riddles that Paris knows, Odysseus can solve them within minutes, answering each puzzle faster than the last. But when Paris struggles to answer one of Odysseus' own riddles, the king of Ithaca seems to goad him, "I didn't expect this one to stump you. It seems you are running out of time."

And Odysseus gives him a pointed look.

"A sundial!" Paris says. "The answer is a sundial."

Odysseus smiles, "Correct. Well done, Paris of Troy."

Though Paris clearly didn't know the answer, Odysseus is neither disappointed nor seemingly upset he had to give out an extra hint when he himself needed none.

A few spectators around them clap Paris on the back. They're all a lot more drunk than Paris is, having been too nervous to accept any wine. Odysseus, too, seems to be quite sober. He asks Paris to walk with him. Penelope has been away from her natal home for about a year now and wishes to reunite with some of her old friends, anyways.

"So, you've been married for a year?" Paris asks.

"Indeed." Odysseus gets this dreamy look on his face, "It's been the best time of my life."

They talk a little about their families. Odysseus mentions off-handedly that he just had his first child a few months ago and the ordeal was quite the memorable one. Paris nods along, trying and failing to imagine what his children with Helen might look like.

It wasn't until they were walking through a more secluded wing of the palace that Paris finally notices the sweet smell of an omega in the air.

He stares at Odysseus in shock. When they were in a crowd, it was nearly impossible to tell anyone's secondary gender. Helen only stood out because he was searching for her scent. But when they were together like this, Paris couldn't help but want to lean into Odysseus' soothing, sweet scent. He smelled of honey and a warm fire, like a warm embrace welcoming him home.

Odysseus is a remarkable omega, he's beginning to realize. Intelligent, but not to the point of cruelty. Strong, but not merciless. Handsome with thick, luscious hair, broad shoulders, strong thighs, and a noticeable swell to his chest, but not vain. And, apparently, more than able to bear a healthy child.

Paris swallows, desire curling in his gut. Helen might've been the most beautiful woman in the world, but somehow, here was another omega who enticed him even more so.

He could be yours, Aphrodite whispers, nearly causing him to jump. She'd been silent for the entire time he's spoken with Odysseus. The heart knows what it wants. All you have to do, young Paris, is say the word.

He came here for Helen. He came here for Helen.

Paris keeps telling himself that, but it's impossible to ignore reality. Helen was a beautiful woman, but distant and vain. Odysseus was far kinder and much warmer. Paris could easily imagine climbing into bed with this lovely omega.

He stops in his tracks, causing Odysseus to stop, too.

"I want you," Paris says.

Odysseus gives him a bewildered expression. "I beg your pardon?"

But a dense fog comes to life all around them, isolating them from the rest of the palace. Odysseus gasps and his hand flies for the hilt of his dagger as a flurry of rose petals swirls around him. Paris can hear Aphrodite laughing in his head as Odysseus stumbles and nearly falls. Paris moves to catch the omega, alarmed by the way Odysseus' eyes dart back and forth beneath his eyelids.

The petals vanish as the wind fades.

Slowly, Odysseus opens his eyes and begins to purr.

"Alpha..." he murmurs, nuzzling against Paris' throat. "...take me home."

Paris' whole body throbs with want. But he knows he must act swiftly. The fog doesn't abate as he guides Odysseus through the palace, his hand around the omega's wrist. Strangely enough, no one else notices the fog. But through it, Paris and Odysseus go undetected.

"We must leave. Now." Paris says to Hector, finding him in the fog. Hector seems confused at first, but a glaze washes over his eyes as he nods in agreement. Yes, they must go home now. Never mind that their delegation was invited to stay for a week. They must return home before their father begins to miss them.

In the dark of the night, the Trojans load their ship and sail away. As Sparta grows smaller and darker behind them, Paris sits below deck with his omega in his lap. Odysseus has wrapped his arms around Paris' shoulders, pressing kisses to his neck and face.

"Alpha, how much longer until we're home?"

"Just a little while, now," he says, unable to resist a smile.

Hector and the crew won't come to their senses until they've docked at Troy's port. Once they're safely within the palace, Hector snaps out of it and gawks at the omega king that his brother apparently kidnapped. As the elder brother, Priam will expect Hector to explain how in the world this could've possibly happened!

Though he is typically slow to anger, Hector can't help but explode at Paris. "You fool! What have you done? Do you not think the Achaeans will notice that a king of theirs has gone missing? And what will his people do once they find out that their king is with us?"

For once, Paris stands his ground. Odysseus is his god-given gift. He has earned this omega as his mate & husband!

All while Odysseus hangs on his arm and purrs at Paris with star-studded eyes, as if Paris himself was a god.

King Priam, who miraculously made an instant recovery from his illness as soon as his sons returned does not know what to do... other than to give Paris & Odysseus his blessing. If it was the will of the gods, then how can he protest?

But everyone's thinking it: Will war come?

Perhaps. The Greeks love to squabble amongst each other as much as they love to fight outsiders. There's a sizable chance that they might not band together to reclaim Odysseus. Aphrodite points out to Paris that Ithaca is indeed a small and modest island nation. The people don't live in squalor, but they're hardly the most affluent city-state around. They certainly don't have the man power to go to war with Troy on their own.

So Paris gets married. Everyone can tell that his new omega is clearly not of sound mind. He's not mad, no, but Odysseus is... well, there's something wrong with him. He is too in love with Paris, can hardly do anything but hang onto his new husband's every word. But his body isn't that of a soft, coddled pet. He is hardened and strong, and despite Hector's best efforts to coax Odysseus into sparring or hunting with him, the omega has no interest.

The days turn to weeks. The weeks to months.

The Trojans soon hear rumors that a Greek army has begun to amass, but that they're stuck on some faraway shore due to bad winds. Supposedly, they've angered one of the gods.

Meanwhile, Paris waits for Odysseus' heat, as that will be the best time to form their mating bond & will offer the best chance at impregnating his omega.

Some more time passes.

Paris thinks to himself that everything's fine. He's a married man now, he's gotten exactly what he wanted. Sure, his family is not too happy with his actions but they can hardly stop him.

That is, until one fateful dinner. The royal family all dine together, with most of them pointedly ignoring the way Odysseus seems to sustain himself more so on worshipping Paris than actually eating. He's softened up a bit, some of his muscle replaced by the lovely curves an omega is supposed to have. Paris is glad for it, Hector thinks its a waste of a warrior's build.

Then all curtains are seemingly ripped off the windows as a horrible gale sweeps through the room. Plates fly and shatter, guards cry out in alarm, and in one big gust, all the torches and candles go out.

A figure appears. A woman nearly twice as tall as a man, wearing golden armor that gives off a brilliant glow. She comes to them shrouded in a long cape, a shield on one arm and a massive spear in the other. The royals, guards, and servants alike all bow before her.

"There you are!" she says, her voice full of familiarity as she addresses the only person in the room not cowering before her.

"Athena!" Odysseus says, a smile upon his face, "Athena, look! I've gotten married!"

No one in the room moves or speaks, but they watch as Odysseus approaches Athena and shows her the gifts his dear spouse gave him. New clothes, a lavish circlet in his hair, and a golden ring studded with rubies upon his finger.

Athena stares at him, eyes narrowed. "Yes, I'm aware you've been married. I witnessed the birth of your son. But this is hardly Ithaca, Odysseus. What are you doing so far from home?"

"Ithaca?" Odysseus asks, his docile smile never leaving his face even as his voice laces with curiosity. "But this is my home. My alpha is here.”

Athena gives him a long, hard look and slowly, as if speaking to a child, asks Odysseus to point at the person he thinks he's married to.

He points at Paris.

In an instant, Athena understands what has happened. Aphrodite originally promised Paris the most beautiful woman in the world, but somewhere along the way, the idiot prince has managed to snag her student and ensnare him in Aphrodite's magic.

Athena thinks of many ways to break the spell over Odysseus, but none are as effective as raising her hand and striking him across the face. Everyone in the room freezes in horror as Odysseus staggers.

WIth reflexes faster than anything the Trojans have seen from him thus far, Odysseus catches himself and stands tall. He looks down at his hands, his fingers curling into fists before opening again.

"Athena..?" He asks. His voice is groggy, as if he's woken from a deep sleep, "Athena, where are we? Where am I? What is this place?"

He speaks to the goddess as if she were an old friend. Paris has never seen anything like it outside his secret bond with Aphrodite.

Athena turns Odysseus around to face the Trojan royal family. She levels her spear at Paris, saying, "You've been married off to this imbecile right here."

"Married?" Odysseus repeated, sounding as if he's never heard the word before.

He continues to stare at Paris in confusion, then disbelief, shock, and horror. Slowly, his expression turns to one of pure rage.

Athena raises her spear high above her head. It shrinks in her hand until it looks like nothing more than a toy. But it is the perfect size for a man.

Odysseus takes the spear and lets out the battle cry of a king, immediately aiming for Paris' head.

Paris only barely ducks out of the way. The spear lodges into the stone wall behind him.

From there, it's madness. Servants flee. The guards have no idea who to arrest or what to do. Hector is less interested in protecting Paris than he is in stopping Odysseus, because he can properly see that the person in the room being backed by a goddess is the most important one to calm down. But Athena keeps supplying Odysseus with new spears, not only glad to have found her missing student but more than happy to see him try to murder that little weevil, Paris. And Odysseus, in the struggle, ends up with several bruises and minor injuries, but he doesn't rest until he's gotten his hands wrapped around Paris' throat.

"You stole me from my wife! My alpha! My son!"

But Paris isn't alone, either. A new presence enters the room and Odysseus is thrown off of Paris.

Aphrodite appears in all her glory. She and Athena size each other up.

Aphrodite says, "Paris has won his hand, there's nothing for you to do here, Athena."

Athena scoffs. "We'll see about that."

But Aphrodite is technically right in that Athena can't simply pluck Odysseus out of Troy and drop him off at Ithaca. Paris and Odysseus are legally married despite Odysseus' previous union with Penelope. Athena can do whatever she can to tip the scales, but if Odysseus is to return home, it will largely have to be by his own hand.

To all the room, she announces that a terrible storm is coming to Troy. And that she will be watching.

(From then on, Odysseus is kept in a new bedroom far from Paris' own. That doesn't stop him from scaling the palace roof and sneaking into Paris' chambers that very night to try to kill him again. It doesn't work, but at least it was a little cathartic to try.)

[kevindayscrown]

The Golden Raven first impressions review (no spoilers in the first part, will warn ahead when I add specific spoilers)

I'm going to tag it as spoilers just in case, but I can't help but put my thoughts out there.

My heart is so full after reading this. It also grew fonder and fonder for Jeremy and Jean to the point I felt almost suffocated by it. We got so much new lore and so much character depth. And Laila and Cat. Oh my god, did the found family go hard on this one. I've not been one to have very vivid reactions while reading but I spent the last ten minutes crying.

The character growth and depth, the ups and downs, the progress. I want to kiss Nora's creative brain. I'm so happy she decided Jean deserved a chance to have his story told. I'm so happy Jeremy got the time to shine he deserved. And boy did he SHINE. To see these characters that I've spent so long speculating over, so many years of wondering and imaging and dreaming of what they might be like grow and become fully fleshed, beautiful personalities with tender and raw interactions is making me stupidly emotional.

The romance. Ah, the classic Nora, burning slow but burning bright. How can I wait for the third book, having seen Jean and Jeremy interact in such a manner? Knowing they are already so important to each other? This dynamic, this love and care between them it's something so so raw and so so good. The sexual attraction, but also the want behind it. Stop me or I won't stop talking about it.

The Trojans shone through, but Cat and Laila, Xavier and Cody stole the spotlight on multiple occasions. Nora just knows how to hit you with that found family until it hurts. Laila and Jeremy and Cat and Jean and then all four of them together, I'm afraid that dynamic is unmatched and unlike anything Nora has ever written.

Of course, who would I be if I didn't comment on Kevin and his scenes? Just enough to feel like a treat, and all the interactions between him and Jean and him and Jeremy gave us so much insight from so many different angles, I feel spoiled.

Of course, all the foxes cameos where treats, all the little snippets we got to see with their continuation. Sometimes it felt a bit much, but I have a feeling I know where Nora will be going with this in the third book.

Despite the length of the book, I didn't really feel as if it was too long. I'll let my recency bias settle and probably write another review with more spoilers and details but until then I couldn't help but add my own dime on this.

Jeremy and Jean had my heart from the beginning of this journey, hell from even way before that, but now I'm absolutely ride or die for them.

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Some of my favourite moments jumbled up (ill add later):

• Obviously, learning more about Jeremy, about now messy he is and how much he is struggling to stay in control. About how lowly he treats himself and his own happiness but how quickly he jumps to defend others'. Jeremy learning French with a Marseille accent for Jean. Jeremy who wants to please everyone, who makes a mess of his own personal life and yet stays a devoted captain. He wants to treat people with kindness, to crawl away from the dark place he'd been in. Who doesn't realize how much he is worth and how shitty he has been treated.

• Jean slowly progressing into acknowledging more and more of the cruelty of the Ravens. Jean "I deserve to get better" Moreau. Jean who will choose Laila and Cat and Jeremy over anyone. Jean who called Rhemann and Wymack his fathers, who saw the fireworks and added them to his little mantra. Whose favourite colour is brown because it reminds him of all those he is growing to love. Jean who keeps the promise he made to Kevin to keep on living. Jean, who was quick to jump to Jeremy's defence at any given moment that the other needed it. The little kiss on the cheek, the touches, helping each other, eyeing each other, pining from a distance.

• Laila who sees Jeremy as her brother, who would do anything for him. Laila who lost everything she held dear and yet she chooses to move on because she has her family around her. Cat who lifts everyone spirits, who encourages Jean to embrace what he loves, encourages him to get a bike, is always there to check if he is okay. Both of them helping him with his eating disorder. Doing their best to help him adjust. Doing their best to protect Jeremy from his self-destruction.

• Kevin with his tough and harsh love. Kevin and Jean who deny being friends but doing so much for one another. Their little shared touches and their banter and their old man arguing. Kevin who bought Jean a postcard the moment he saw Jean's was ruined. Kevin and his friendship with Jeremy. How open he was with him, how much they were both trying to understand each other, how much they were trying for Jean.

• Jean tackling his sexuality over and over again. Slowly breaking free because "whose rules? The dead kid's?". Jeremy proving his worth time and time again despite his past, despite how people kept using his sexuality against him.

• Jean's sass and retorts, Jeremy and Cat's jokes. So many little diamonds in those quotes. Their teasing and their banter and their inside jokes.

• Adopting Jabberwocky and how happy it made them, how its going to bring this family even closer. How silly and stupidly excited it got Jeremy. Ugh, my heart.

[hannahssimblr]

In the evening we bike to the shop to buy firelighters. Jen says she likes the idea of a bonfire while we eat our barbeque food, even though the only time one has even been lit at the beach house is when my dad did it, all the while ranting on about how he learned everything he knew about fire in the boy scouts, and how if I had an iota of discipline or self control I might have benefitted from them before the local pack expelled me for being a shithead.

He was right. I reluctantly accept it as Jen and I approach the materials for making fire. Nobody has ever told me about the difference between briquettes and coal, what firelighters actually look like and exactly where peat plays into all of this. I know nothing about how to do manly things, and only ever figured out how to pitch a tent after subtly watching Shane do it the first time he and I went camping in the woods. 

In contrast, my father has shot an actual gun. He and his brothers hunted deer, game and wild pigs in the hills around their family farmhouse in Redding California. As they loaded up their rifles and zipped up their jackets they would say things to me about how I’d be coming with them someday, as though was some sort of honour, something to strive for, but by the time I was big enough to kill pheasants I was already five thousand miles away drawing comics on printer paper. My soft hands were meant for art.

“You grab the firelighters,” I tell Jen, and take a swerve towards the magazine stand so that I can peruse something in my comfort zone. There’s a small selection of artsy magazines, and I flip one open. 

“Um, do you think we should buy gasoline or something?” She stands chewing on her lip. 

“Probably not, right? That seems dangerous.”

“Should we ask someone?” 

“What? No.” Embarrassing.

I pretend to be engrossed in an article so that I don’t have to help, but while I'm there, an ad catches my eye, “Hey,” I call out to Jen, “would you want to go to an exhibition this weekend?”

“What kind?”

“Art.”

“Yeah, what kind?”

I turn the page to her so that she can see it, “contemporary,” and her eyes narrow at the images of weird sculptures made of bits of scrap metal, canvases with random splatters of paint dripping off the bottom, colour bleeding onto the floor.

“Hm. See, that’s the kind of weird art I don’t get.”

“It’s not about the art specifically, it’s about us doing something fun together.”

“And that’s in Dublin?”

“Yes.”

She smirks in a self satisfied way, “You’re bored,” she stops a passing customer to ask him if he knows what firelighters are, and if so, what does the box look like.

He shows her, and while she’s picking up the last two packets I come to stand with her, not helping, because now I'm more interested in selling this new idea to her. “It’ll be fun! How nice would it be to have a change of scenery? Get back to the city where stuff is actually happening, maybe go to that ice cream place you like.”

I’m certain this will sway her, but she pulls a face, “There’s loads of ice cream here, and the only reason you think nothing is happening on the beach is because you’re deliberately not doing anything.”

“Is it so bad that I want to have a day out with you?”

“No, I suppose not, but...” She wrinkles her nose “Fine. I don't want to be cynical. Do you think I’m cynical?”

“Yeah a bit.” I pay for the firelighters. As we exit the shop into the lingering light of the evening I admit to her, “I’m trying to cheer myself up, I just think I should make the most of the time I have left.”

She laughs, “It sounds like you’re terminally ill. You’re moving. So what? I’ll still talk to you all the time.”

“Yeah but I really want to savour these last few weeks. Will you come to the gallery?” I grip her arm and pretend to die, letting my knees buckle under me to really sell it, “...before it’s too late?”

“God, yes, fucking hell,” she groans, “I’ll come. I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the summer, right?”

I throw an arm around her, “Thanks Jen.”

“Yeah, manipulator.”

“Takes one to know one,” I say cheerily, and we unlock our bikes and head towards home.

Beginning // Prev // Next

[kimmi-never-dies]

Hanahaki.

Image is not mine!!

A/N: I have not seen any Hanahaki disease fics in a hot minute, I really want it to make a come back.

TW: lots of angst, Hanahaki disease, blood, panic attacks, detailed descriptions of suicide, illness, use of Y/n, fem!reader

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Did it seriously have to be like this?

Was Hyun-ju being punished for something? she really couldn't tell at this point, but then again she asked herself that question her whole life, so maybe this was just another thing to add to her long list of problems.

Hanahaki disease, the doctor looked her dead in the eyes and told her she had literal flowers suffocating her from inside her lungs. she though it was just a myth, some sad urban legend someone came up with online.

Of course she had to go and fall for the one person who supported her the second she came out to her. And now she was once again paying the price for wanting to be happy...

She soon arrived back at her crappy two-bedroom apartment she was sharing with her roommate, (Y/n), who ironically was the reason she was sick. Of course it had to be the one person who supported her no matter what, the second she came out to her.

"hey, what'd the doctor say?" (Y/n) asked, looking up from her phone as she heard the door open up, revealing her roommate/best-friend.

"oh uh...yeah, they said it was just a respiratory infection, no worries." Hyun-ju responded as she took her coat off, relieved to be out of the cold winter air. "I don't feel like cooking, wanna order takeout?" she then asked as she sat down on the other side of the couch.

She was gonna die anyways, why not splurge a little while she's still here?

"sure, sounds good, I'll order it." (Y/n) said as she began to pull up their favorite restaurants website on her phone.

(WARNING: past this point contains mild gore, blood, and dark themes, if these make you uncomfortable don't continue!!)

This wasn't fair.

Why'd it have to be her?

Hyun-ju knelt on the floor as another coughing fit started, blood and flower petals falling out of her mouth and onto the floor as she tried to stop it, her lungs burning as it became hard to breathe.

The flower petals were (f/c), (Y/n)'s favorite color, which only added to the sick irony of her situation. Her soulmate would never love her back, and those flowers were just a cruel reminder of everything she could never have.

She could never have the life she wanted, Thailand, finishing her transition, buying that calm little cottage, and most of all...(Y/n). She would never be able to-

"Hyun-ju are you- OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL!?"

No...shit...

"(Y/n) wait, its fine I promise...I'm okay..." Hyun-ju tried to stutter out, but it mainly just came out as small wheezes and coughs. she tried to regain her composure, shakily getting up to approach the woman in front of her. "Okay!?" (Y/n) exclaimed, her voice raising slightly as she panicked. "You're coughing up flowers you're not okay!!"

(Y/n) gently led Hyun-ju over to her bed, sitting her down as she thought of what to do next...She couldn't believe Hyun-ju lied to her, especially about something as serious as this seemed to be...

"you should've told me...you know I'd do anything for you Hyunnie." she said in a soft, yet worried tone.

"I didn't want you to worry, you already have too much on your plate..." Hyun-ju replied, taking (Y/n)'s hands into her own, trembling slightly as she spoke.

she could've believe she let it slip that fast, Hyun-ju didn't wanna involve Kimmi any more than she already was, she couldn't let it slip that she was who didn't love her back.

(Y/n) took a bit of time off work to help Hyun-ju through her illness.

She was there to help cook, help her clean, she talked her through every coughing fit, cleaned the blood and flowers off the floor, and was all in all just there to make things easier for her friend.

Unfortunately, Hyun-ju hated it. she hated feeling so helpless, so dependent. worst of all she could tell the time away from work was stressing (Y/n) out, as they still had bills and rent to worry about.

Throughout all of this, Hyun-ju just felt more and more like a burden. As much as she could tell (Y/n) was trying to stay strong for her, she just couldn't do the same.

She had to do this...

(Y/n) knocked on Hyun-ju's bedroom door, concerned as she heard small wheezes coming from inside. "Hyun-ju, are you okay? can I come in?" she asked.

No response.

"I'm gonna come in okay?" she then asked, pushing the door open, only gasp in horror at the sight before her.

A pill bottle, with pills scattered all over the floor. it was the leftover pain medication Hyun-ju was given after her top surgery...

and there, laying on the floor, slipping in and out of consciousness, was Hyun-ju, her bangs stuck to her damp, sweaty skin, her body limp on the ground as she panted.

"what did you do!?" (Y/n) yelled in a panicked tone as she quickly ran to her friends side, gently cradling her as she dialed 119.

she spent a few minutes on the phone, explaining everything to the operator before they sent paramedics, and while waiting, (Y/n) held her friends limp body against her chest, crying and pleading with her to stay awake.

"just a few minutes...please...please stay awake...don't close your eyes sweetness..."

"Hyun-ju wake up...don't fall asleep..."

"Hyun-ju...?"

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maybe a pt2??

[corviisquire]

Creatures have colors!!

Left to Right: @moonchild-in-blue @leonsleftbicep @ghxstly-death

@pear-island

Left to Right: @a-s-levynn @foundationsofdecay @polteergeistt

They have been colored along with making some minor adjustments. If anyone wants anything changed please let me know! These creatures are yours so name them whatever you want, develop lore if ya want, and do whatever you want with them. Possible next batch will probably be made later next week.

Art notes under cut :D

I put some music drops because music inspires me too much.

Moonchild-in-blue: The blues and purples!! Opals and the insides of muscle shells inspired me a lot with the coloring (particularly the stars and moon). There’s another shell that has that shiny blue and green lining on the inside but I can’t remember the name of it. It was a full moon last night but I forgot to take a picture! Thought of you but anyways I loved coloring the lady. It was fun but I first I struggled on deciding if I wanted more blue or purple.

Some songs I listened to a lot while coloring this:

Sweet Disposition - Temper Trap

Moon Child - F16s

The Night Does Not Belong to God - you know who

Leonsleftbicep: Colors go crazy! Idk what your favorite colors are but I chose The Blue. I also incorporated some red (for yummy contrast and complementary colors). I realized this looked very vampire media core. EyAH enjoy the critter!

Some songs I listened to while coloring this:

Blue Monday - Orgy

Military Fashion Show - And One

The Apparition - do I really need to say who?

Ghxstly-death: Per your request, red and black was incorporated! Was inspired by Mohg, Lord of Blood, from Elden ring cause he has cool robes and a trident thingy. I really like how it turned out. Like I’ve been doing with every design is adding the bling and I felt gold would work well.

Was resisting the urge to put the entire One EP right here:

Get The Balance Right! - Depeche Mode

Mascara - Deftones

Jaws - Slep tonka

SEVEN HOUR SHITTER (pearisland/perryisle): You use bright colors in your art all the time so we got the colors goingggg. Little guy reminds me of Pumpkin Patch protagonist or Hollow Knight. Idk. Not much to say except TRIPLE DEATH SLIME BARRAGE!!!

No normal music for you. only Kevin Macleod and Pizza Tower ST.

A-s-levynn: More Dark Sun Gwyndolin inspiration… (you can tell I have my dark souls art books open next to me right now). As requested, tendrils/tentacles were added! I think it improved the design a whole lot because it was originally very symmetrical and the tentacles added just the right amount of asymmetry to balance out the overall look. I’m a huge fromsoft fan (playing Elden Ring, waiting for new DLC, have dark souls 1 remastered but haven’t started it yet, have bloodborne Elden ring and DS1/3 art books) so lots of my art has elements from Fromsoft games (neutron activation).

And just like everyone else, some music for the soul:

Too Late - 311

Scared Together - Silversun Pickups

Dark Signs - eepy coin

Foundationsofdecay: Again, taking more inspiration from your blog, colors and stuff. The design had subconscious influence from the game sky: children of the light. Had lotsa fun coloring it. I don’t know much about you like favorite colors or flowers but I tried my best!

Songs that inspired me:

Let It Happen - Tame Impala

Flux - Bloc Party

Rain - tired currency

Polteergeistt: The oarfish colors… A lot Of these characters have cool blues so I tried to use some teal blues to contrast the red/pink(?). “Nintendo switch core” I’m sobbing. I fixed the feet. Now my Pinterest is filled to the brim with fish images (specifically oarfish, sea jellies, and blue lobsters).

The music!!!!!:

UNDERWATER BOI - Turnstile

The Illness (Teenagers Remix) - GoodBooks

Descending - exhausted dollar

Thank you so much. All of you are such lovely people. 🫂💕🫶

[finedinereception]

Why is Sirius on your brain SO much?

Explain in Mario terms

make my brain go -flag pole noise-

haha okay but actually here we go. this is disorganized and more me vomiting my thoughts out and making you look at him but yknow.

the black hole server: the most soul sucking and messed up place to live since america

thanks for the insightful commentary, buddy

so sirius lives the life of the average True Gamer, in a dark hole full of anime figurines and merchandise or whatever. he likes adding to that collection and then fucking around with it because bloodsport really never died to him. who cares what ign had to say.

unfortunately, like all gamers, his home is not hospitable to most life.

weaker em beings apparently “enervate and die” within the server. thats delightfully fucked up, and honestly, a vast empty, dark, cold space that sucks the life out of pretty much everything around it and is only truly habitable to one lifeform is an insanely cool idea that i always love.

uh…. roche limit????

obviously, with such an unfriendly gamer den, sirius himself does not get a lot of company.

we’ll come back to this next section.

but basically the black hole server is a really cool idea and location that really serves to emphasize what an outside-context issue sirius is. he feels very “other” in this world, in part thanks to where hes made his home.

with friends like these, who needs mega man?

sirius has some… interesting ideas about what is good and reasonable for people. or what constitutes a healthy platonic relationship. actually just relationships in general.

i think its interesting he jumped straight to this with mega man, when he also harbored apollo flame, who was pretty damn open about his intentions to eventually usurp and subjugate sirius

WHICH SIRIUS WAS AWARE OF BTW

apollo flame! oh, you, always on about taking over the universe!

this is weird to say, with what we know about sirius in general and his personality (which we’ll be getting to soon) but… theres this pervasive sense that he views the Rs as a mix between pawns and, like, his perverse version of “friends”

the use of “our” here is interesting, along with the implication that sirius shares more information with them than he actually needs to

and the fact that sirius has the tendency to start talking to himself in the middle of a conversation…

and the fact that he enforces a friendly relationship between those who dont get along…

theres just a weird sense of sirius “playing” with dynamics, and while its certainly useful to him, its easy to imagine a hint of curiousity in there. the exploration of one of the only things that cant be taken by force.

of course you have blue skin and pronouns

look at him. look at him. hes based on a squid. hes got that squid drip. i think sirius would be into deep sea life. im choosing to view this as an in-character choice. he likes squid now, okay?

also. he canonically sparkles. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS SPARKLING SQUID TWINK. GOD. HE MAKES ME INSANE.

i also dont know where else to mention this, but hey what was up with mu metal. is he tied to mu. what was that about lmao. bro got pica.

he has 97 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces

he is so fucking stupid😭

the main, and final, thing i want to bring up is his extreme case of blue and orange morality. because being rude is worse than destroying a planet to him.

from here on out ill be using direct quotes since i actually have access to these and writing and ive hit image limit. what can i say theres so much i want you to look at.

Sirius: ... I don't need that rude EM being for my collection. 

and

Sirius: I was hoping to enjoy watching everyone on the planet panic for a bit... But I suppose destroying it outright would be fun too. 

back to back is an interesting display of standards. but id go further and argue that… sirius doesnt really act with malice.

MegaMan: Peoples lives... Planets... They aren't toys for you to play with. Have you even considered the pain you are putting all those people down there though? Sirius: Everything here will cease to exist. A black hole has no need for such things as emotions. You should... be happy. You will live forever within the darkness. You will be mine. MegaMan: I wouldn't call that living! I'd rather not exist! Sirius: ...I see. Do you think that you might change your mind? Stopping you without causing you any injury would be a bit of a nuisance to me. It will be hard for us to play together with you injured.

and you could argue that this is an attempt at persuasion… except that sirius doesnt really need that. hes pretty confident in his ability to win a fight, so id argue this is genuinely just how he thinks. his fascination with destroying things is processed not with malicious intent but the same perverse curiosity that drives a child to pour water on an ant hill.

mean spirited? yeah, but its all in good fun to him.

hes the living version of all those jokes about a person who never talks to other people or goes outside or anything. hes had his own little bubble to develop the most deranged moral compass and interal narrative of all time.

tl;dr - ITS HARD TO NOT THINK ABOUT HIM A LOT

[c0rvidbones]

Pinned Post

because apparently thats a thing now. i promise im at least dimly aware of whats going on <3

- my art blog is @c0rvidbones-art pls check there for any writing or art you wish to see!

— call me corvid, obsidian, or observatory! its the general names for our online presence. this is a did system, but we tend to not talk about it because we prefer to keep much info about ourselves to close/irl friends only. we also dont often use we/us often, only when actively referring to the entire system. SOMETIMES we will allow questions and will answer them but that will usually be prompted by a very small handful of headmates. anything system related will be tagged with #observatory system. also! pronouns!

— i have like a metric ton of ocs that i will never shut up about if given the chance. if youd like to get to know them youre EXTREMELY welcome to send an ask, ill eventually be adding a link to a masterlist carrd to this post that gives a quick image, name, and snippet of info about them all. or at least all the ones that have art lmao. for now, heres my toyhou.se

— i dont actively participate in fandom things, but i do have a List of interests that will be added to as i think of them:

cult of the lamb

in stars and time

simon petrikov. i am gripping you by the shoulders.

dnd (taz, bg3, i also just Play Dnd)

greek mythology (actual mythology but also a long list of video games)

percy jackson (most of rick riordans series but im sorry kane chronicles sadie is too infuriating)

old gods of appalachia

cosmere / general brandon sanderson novels

cosplay crafting (current fixation: chainmail)

good omens

house md (i promise im normal about it)

ofmd

wwdits

loz (especially the latest two but ive loved the series as a whole for a long time)

this fucking post

trigun (98 and 23!)

dungeon meshi (everyone but mithrun is my fucking guy. so is fleki.)

— tags to find me under are #c0rvidspeaks, #c0rvidanimates, and #c0rviddraws for the occasional times i actually make an original post or share my art

— that being said i dont post my own stuff often, usually because i dont think i have anything interesting to say. im working through this so bear with me (and if you want to encourage me to talk on here then the #ask me about my ocs tag is exactly where you can start) (this is not me fishing i just tend to keep to myself) (but i like to ramble in the tags)

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

This might sound a bit dumb, but I have an AU idea where Pepper Mint somehow manages to retain control of his Pepperminteppi form & escape with Cadebra. Cadebra: "So my friend is now an immortal Primordial being that can use massive amounts of black magic. Nice." The Cult has to deal with their God not wanting anything to them (& also being in Wizard Jail for, y'know, murdering children).

OK HIIIIIIIIIIIIII

absolute delight and excitement and beige comics under the cut let's go insane

first off this is such a fun idea but i kept getting stuck because how did they get out if he didnt get at least a little violent? they were in a Situation. thats why he started blasting in the first place in the movie! he kills everyone holding cadebra and then kills everyone else who is looking at the two of them funny, and he tells her to get out before he starts hurting her too. but anyways i digress. au! my polite little boy uou (transcipts in image descs to save on space. i realize i should be doing this in the first place to be more accessible but i dont do it. ay. someday ill get over that brain hurdle)

the profs are so. blank eyed about being Stopped. that’s their GOD. they want him to do the prophesied deeds! but he’s not. “aren’t you our god now” no I’m just that kid but I have this primordial god deity chilling giving me horrible advice now in my head. awful. thanks. i just learned real fast real hard how to love and trust myself

and then also i was like. well like. w. what is everyone gonna say. not nice things. thats a scary insect boy (WHY HE INSECT? IVE NEVER DRAWN PEPPERMINTEPPI PROPERLY BEFORE AND ITS KILLING ME WHY IS HE A BEETLLEEEEE).

and also also. also. ???? drinking the ichor SUCCESSFULLY, is quite literally what og peps just,, keeps saying will Recreate Him, OG Peps, so i guess he did that (?? HELLO) or something similar when he was little but as you can tell he did not uh. keep the scary beetle body. maybe he didnt have a bestie to protect

anyways. so. pep likes being big. :)

also have this

poor pep trying to mediate between the gay idiot he used to be in his head (not the gay idiot he still is) and the giant scary monster from the before-nothingtimes he just willingly added to the vr chat

and his poor fuckin teachers

(ron james is too old and anxious for this shit and life giving magus has a thing about not letting people feel sad :( hes an Emotions Wizard being sad makes him do Evil Magic did you watch the episode Little Dude? gotta keep his students feeling loved and safe or else. especially when they’re um. imbued with massive amounts of dark magic. sorry I like the them)

i also have this from discord

I don’t know how to end this post this au is fun. none of the kids and few of the adults know the significance of this guy. pep is like hnnnnn just wanna be a normal kid but also scarypowerfulbig. enough. to protect. blaines over here like we are not letting him in the school like that are we and weaponhead is like well. the important thing is we aren’t letting the murderers back in. Blaine.

Maybe larry (cousin got fucking murdered by the teachers) and pep (reached level 100,000 just by drinking juice and now kinda scares everyone) drop out together. just chill quiet together. what do wizards even DOOOOOO, get COFFEE??? make up entirely new schools of magic kinda like those jerky secret societies but less jerky (ron James s6e13 “thanks for the crabapples giussepe”)????? just sit around and wait for Blaine (RULES GUY) and Deb (needs structure in her life and thinks school is fun) to get out of class so they can go do things?

also also I was gonna be Sad tm that you said pep was immortal now, but I insist on believing that wizards have long lifespans. so it’s not like Deb and blaine and larry just fucking DIE ten seconds into pep’s infinite life. they’re there. for a while. (:

[a1li-ens]

OK TESTING POSTING WRITING HERE... IM VERY EMBARRASSED BUT ILL TRY NOT TO IMMEDIATELY DELETE THIS (´>ω<;)

I wrote pwp of my ocs Abel and Micah on my phone on a long flight in a fugue state. idk if its good. read it and find out???? its them fucking with Abel in his nun outfit idk what to tell you (18+)

(not a scene in canon so doesn't have spoilers really I think. is it a spoiler my OC would date a canon love interest in a romance game.)

under the cut! around 2k words

Characters if you don't know my OCs by now. Info is on here: https://toyhou.se/alli_ens/characters

Abel- human nun guy

Micah- Angel guy

pardon if the formatting is fucked I was braindead writing this !

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m” Abel, I’m not sure if I really want to bring this up, but you were a nun, weren’t you?”

a” hm? Yeah, I was. What about it?”

m” Not long after we met, you told me you would show me your “little nun outfit”. I'm somewhat curious.”

a”Oh, have you been thinking about it the whole time? Sure, I’ll go put it on."

m”ah, alright."

(Abel steps out to change. Even though it’s a simple costume, it still takes him twice as long as anyone else would. Micah doesn’t know what convinced him to ask to see in the first place, but now the suspense is bothering him)

a”Ready! Well, what do you think?”

( Abel is dressed in the full outfit, the long dress and habit. Of course, he's added heels to the ensemble. Though he's fully covered, something about the way the long, black skirt clinging to his form- is getting to Micah. He’d never once considered the outfit attractive on anyone else, but on Abel, he’s spellbound.)

m”ah, oddly, it suits you. Though, I feel like I shouldn’t be allowed to see this, somehow."

a”hoho, does that excite you?"

m”...I can’t say it doesn’t."

a” Is blasphemy even possible for you?"

m” (getting increasingly flustered) Not like this. At least, I think so. Perhaps it’s just offensive to those who pray to us? Ah. It's a strange feeling. "

a” hmhm, interesting. Are you going to confess to God after this?"

m”...I think I will. "

a”Great! Let's give you more to tell him about. "

(Abel gracefully kneels in front of Micah, neatly tucking the fabric of his skirt beneath him. With an all too charming smile, He clasps his bare, scarred hands together in prayer, looking up at Micah from the ground.

 Abel starts some kind of prayer. Micah considers himself a great listener, but in this case, it’s proving too difficult. If he were to be honest, he’d admit to having no idea what Abel was saying. He’s probably saying something obscene. His mind is far too occupied with the image of Abel gazing up at him with even feigned reverence to even consider his words. )

a”....And finally, I thank you, Holy Father, for delivering unto me my absolutely hopeless boyfriend, who hasn’t listened to a word I’ve said. Amen”

m”oh, I was listening, really.”

a”Suuuuuuuuuuure. Apologize to God for lying as well when you talk to him. From this angle, I can see you’re a bit preoccupied~" (He reaches out and pokes Micah’s raging erection through his pants)

m”Abel, you’re toying with me. "

a” Not as much as I could be! Stay where you are. "

(Micah is perplexed for a moment, before Abel leans up slightly and unzips Micah’s fly with his teeth. Freeing Micah’s cock, Abel swiftly takes it into his mouth, his lips still in a smile. The scene was tempting enough before, but now, Micah can barely take it. It looks as though Abel is worshiping his body in place of god,  Ah, it’s intoxicating. 

While it’s nothing especially out of the ordinary for him, Abel can’t help the arousal from acting disgraceful in a nun outfit, especially with a hopelessly pious man like Micah. And seeing him so into it as well, like he’s corrupted him, an accomplice in blasphemy! It’s just too much fun. Making sure Micah can see, Abel bunches up his skirt around his waist, stroking his own cock as he sucks Micah’s. If it’s a show he wants, that’s what he’ll get. )

m”Ah- ah, Abel- It’s coming, please, don’t stop, ah-"

(Micah thrusts into Abel’s throat roughly, still watching Abel, frenzied as he watches his cock disappear into his mouth. Abel takes him to the hilt, moaning and gasping around him, pushing Micah over the edge, coming hard into Abel’s mouth loud and shameless. 

Pulling away, Abel licks his tip, drinking up all of it. looking delighted, smiling at Micah with flushed cheeks, Micah thinks Abel looks beautiful. )

m”Ah, haah.. Thank you, that’s always incredible."

a” I bet it is. Enjoy the show?"

m”I did. whatever that says about me. "

a”hmhm, I like that. "

m” …Do you want me to return the favor?”

a”Oh? Yes, but I don’t think the nun outfit is your size or anything. "

m”I meant the sexual favor. not the outfit. "

a” Ooh. right. I’ll take that too! Haha, kneel down like I did then. "

( Abel stands as Micah hesitantly kneels before him. Still dizzy from pleasure, Micah fumbles with getting Abel's skirt out of the way, until Abel pulls up the hem like a curtsy, showing off his still hard cock. )

M” aah. I have no experience with this, so go easy on me. "

A” can I translate that as ‘wowww, you're so huge that I'm going to have trouble fitting it in my mouth’?"

M” no, you may not. "

(Micah, still hesitating and red in the face like he has a fever, first licks the tip. It's warm on his tongue. He tries licking down the shaft, getting used to it being so close to him. Looking down at Micah licking it so hesitantly, with his brows furrowed in concentration, Abel's having a bit too much fun. Gently but still suddenly, Abel thrusts his hips towards Micah, making it enter his mouth, muffling some kind of complaint from him. So cute. 

Micah, once used to the size of it in his mouth (albeit quicker than he intended) tries to slowly take Abel deeper. He always deepthroats his so easily, surely it can't be that difficult? 

It was, in fact, difficult. Micah has to release him to take a breath, gasping from his gag reflex. If it was anyone else doing it, this would have been in Abel's top 10 worst blowjobs he'd received, but the fact it's someone as uptight and inexperienced as Micah- who's working so hard to please him, means it's even more exciting like this. )

A- "careful, you have to work up to that, obviously. Suck it harder, you won't hurt me."

(Micah, with his pride wounded, tries sucking, holding the base of Abel’s cock to stop himself taking too much in. Finally, it's feeling good instead of being slowly torturous. 

Precum starts forming at the tip. Wait. What? Why is he so bitter and salty? It's weird. He doesn't really enjoy the taste. In fact,he expected something better.Micah releases him, looking confused.)

M” Abel. Why is the taste so bitter, are you cursed there, too?”

(Abel can't help laughing uncontrollably)

A” that's normal for humans! God, only angels have sugary nectar or whatever coming out! Since ours actually has a biological purpose.Back to it. "

( Micah looks up with a puzzled, embarrassed expression, and resumes. Getting used to the bitter,salty taste, it's actually kind of addictive. Abel's got nothing sweet about him anyway, so this makes sense, regardless of the culture shock. Sucking harder and taking him a bit deeper, Abel starts moaning softly, and throbbing within Micah’s mouth. )

A” aaah, Micah- I'm close, stop if you don't want a facial, haah-"

(Micah doesn't stop, he wants it. He keeps going until Abel's further losing himself to the pleasure)

A” Micah! Really I mean it, aaahhh, you can stop - I'm coming, come on, aah,hah!"

( Micah stays put, he wants to see this through. Abels fingers tangle in the back of Micah's hair as he climaxes, moaning and panting roughly. Even with the warning, Abel's cum fills Micah's mouth a lot more deeply than he expected, the overwhelming taste sinking into his brain. In this sole moment, Micah understands what incubi are after. Unsure what else to do,Micah swallows with Abel still in his mouth, wincing slightly at the intensity of it. Releasing Abel, he licks his lips to not make a mess, and looks up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. Oh. He never looks this red.)

A "Micah?? Aaah. You. You swallowed it. Haha.. "

M( with a more hoarse voice than he expected)" is that not alright?"

A "it's alright but- hahahh. It's really slutty.. you're really slutty to swallow on your first time. Aaahhh. God."

M"you really have to stop saying that about me, haah... I'll swallow it next time too, if it gets you flustered like this. "

A"you're going to kill me at this rate. And here I thought I could see your pretty little face dripping with cum, so sad."

M” Ah, I'd really rather swallow it than that."

A” you don't see why I'd like to see it? You don't enjoy seeing yours dripping off my face? "

M” fine, I understand where you're coming from. "

A” you admit it!” 

(Abel kneels back on the floor with Micah, both of them breathing heavily. Wordlessly, Abel cups his hand around Micah’s cheek, looking into his eyes. It's not often Abel gets like this, Micah can only assume it's some sense of him being loving or bashful, but he could never be sure if that was the truth, or just wishful thinking. Whatever it was, he's really cute acting like this. Times like this remind Micah why he is so hopelessly in love with him. Micah kisses him sweetly, he can't help it)

A” mmn, what?"

M” nothing, I just wanted to."

A” oh, here I thought you were going to ask for another round, haha."

M” I wasn't. ( he buries his face in the small of Abel’s neck.) I guess I'm not opposed to more, though."

A”hah, you never really get tired, do you? Fine by me. You can call the shots tonight."

M” ah, alright. Stay as you are."

(Micah kisses Abel while pushing him down to the ground by the shoulders. He didn't want to wait to move to the bed. Still kissing passionately, Micah’s hands travel across Abel’s clothed body, loosening his familiar collar, kissing beneath it hungrily. It would be a shame to take the outfit off though, he thinks. Unfastening it at the front, he leaves it on, instead pulling the hem of the skirt up around Abel’s thighs. )

A” heh, you really do like the dress, don't you? "

M” yes, since you're the one wearing it."

( Abel has no answer to that. 

Micah pushes Abel’s legs open, fingering him with two fingers from the get-go, scissoring them open. Abel whines and gasps, his lithe body trembling, the dress cascading around his exposed cock. Abel wants to rile Micah up a bit more.)

A” aahh- no- I'm a servant of God, aa~hn, I mustn't! What if the other sisters find out? "

( Micah stops moving briefly, but understands what Abel is aiming for.)

M "God isn't watching, we're all alone.( he pauses, before shoving Abel’s thighs apart further and lining up his cock) and He can't stop me."

A '' then, haah, O Father, forgive me! Forgiv- HaaAah!  "

( Micah thrusts into Abel, slamming him into the ground with each movement. Groping at his cool skin beneath the folds of his skirt, he can't get enough of him. Taking the waist tie from the dress, Micah stops briefly and binds Abel's wrists together above his head, the unfastened fabric falling off his body, framing it. 

Against the floor and under Micah’s control, Abel feels incredible. Swinging his legs around Micah’s waist to pull him into him deeper, bringing his bound hands around Micah's neck. Trying to kiss him, yet moaning too much to do it properly.)

M” (whispering into Abel’s ear) you belong to me now, not to the God you have forsaken. You're all mine. "

( his words go straight to Abel’s dick, now about to come)

A” aahh-ahh, Micah- Ah!"

M” Abel.. haah, come with me, now."

( Thrusting hard into Abel as he comes, Micah moans into his shoulder, sinking his teeth in, hard enough to draw blood. Funny, that tastes strange, too. Licking it up, Micah pumps Abel's cock as he comes, triggering release for both of them. Thrashing around, Abel manages to free his wrists, throwing his arms around Micah's shoulders, passionately kissing him amongst moans and gasps. Filling up with a sweet warmth, tremors shake through Abel’s body, coming onto Micah’s stomach, and the fabric of his dress. )

(The two collapse side by side on the ground, their labored breathing seeming to echo through the apartment. Rolling to face him, Micah kisses Abel softly. )

M”you know I would rather make love to you than the characters you make up, right?

A” shut up, you were really into that. "

M” haah, maybe.”

A” well, we're not going again. ( he winces, moving his body) That floor hurt you know! "

M” since when has pain actually bothered you?"

A” touchē. Whatever, be good and carry me to the bed, will you?"

M” of course. "

( Micah scoops up Abel gently and carries him. Micah places him on the bed, moving his fringe aside to kiss him softly, then turning- before Abel grabs his wrist to stop him leaving. )

A” wherever you’re going… it can wait. I want you here. "

(Micah can barely believe his ears, so he silently obliges, getting under the covers. Abel turns and holds him, his face buried into his chest)

M” I love you too, Abel."

A” fuck off. Go to sleep. "

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THANK YOU FOR READING... PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK... UNLESS YOU THINK ITS CRINGE... BECAUSE IM NEW TO WRITING OF COURSE IT IS CRINGE !! IM FREE !!! BUT TELL ME ANYTHING ELSE 💖

[sundaypenacony]

⋆｡°★ [4] Thoughts about the new leaks

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ WARNING: This post will talk about a lot of story leaks and character leaks in general. This post will talk about an analysis I did before which mentions a religious cult named "The Family" by David Brandt Berg which is known for SA but besides that, it is also known for, abuse, shunning, religious discrimination, conversion therapy, ritual abuse, child abuse, etc.

Credit to StepLeaker for the leaks.

*Evily rubs hands together* It's finally time for Penguin to start putting his thoughts down again about the new leaks we got...

I put all the leaks I want to talk about in a document and uhm... it's a lot. So sit back, get some water and enjoy reading!

⋆｡°★ Sunday's character description

⋆｡°★ Sunday's HD headshot

(Like the criminal he is- /j)

Now that we can see his design clearer again let's look at what we got!

Well, we can now much clearer see the amount of crosses his design has but also a couple of words that are added in the design. Some of the crosses kept reminding me of the Celtic cross, but I believe these crosses are not any specific crosses and don't really hold a specific meaning to Sunday in particular (I came on this conclusion after searching for 30 minutes on the Internet what kind of connection they could have to Sunday- sob).

In Christian Art, however, the sword is often depicted as being held by the Archangel Michael, who is considered to be the chief of the angels and archangels. In Christian angelology, the seraphim are the highest-ranking celestial beings in the hierarchy of angels.

First image: Guido Reni's Archangel Michael Trampling Lucifer, 1636 Second Image: Angelic Council, Orthodox icon of the seven archangels, left to right: Jegudiel, Gabriel, Selaphiel, Michael, Uriel, Raphael, Barachiel. Beneath the mandorla of Christ-Immanuel (God is with us) are representations of Cherubim (blue) and Seraphim (red).

⋆｡°★ Sunday's description

While reading a little I do really wonder why the Oak Family invited Sunday out of everyone to help out with the hypersomnia mutation. He probably worked at a certain type of "Church" looking at his outfit, so he probably already had a good name for himself then.

As seen in the leaks we came to understand that there are six major families that basically rule the Penacony. The first ruler of the Penacony was Hanunu who is Misha's father. Misha is another leaked character who seems to play an important role in the story.

About Misha: The Star Dome Railway recognizes him as a member of the Nameless Guests and promises to find a way to take him on a journey with them one day.

Hanunu died of an illness which made him unable to solve the problem they had. After he died, Sunday was invited by the Oak Family to help find a solution to the hypersomnia mutation crisis that takes place in Penacony. Penacony is divided into multiple Dreamscapes which I will get into more later.

Sunday proposed to use the Stellaron that was being kept by Hananu to create a "wedge" in the Dreamscape which is called a creation of the Enigmate (A path that corresponds with the Aeon Mythus) which would stabilize the local area of the Dreamscape making Penaconians who are affected by the hypersomnia able to travel through the Dreamscape and seek refuge, allowing them to return to their normal sleep cycle in reality.

The six major families started to vote on this proposal which ended up in a 50/50, they tabled at the instigation of Chachakuka about the proposal but decided to move on to another solution for the time being. When the next Amber Era came after the death of Chachakuka, the Oak Family became the new rulers of Penacony. They turned their attention again to the Stellaron, where they I think from what I understand used the idea of Sunday and performed a ceremony supervised by Sunday with Misha (Hanunu's son) by activating the Stellaron and making Misha become the Dreamscape Lord. Which I think explains the reason why Misha has two designs. After this ceremony, the Dreamscape enveloping Penacony became more peaceful. When Misha makes the wish to the Stellaron he shares some of his authority over the Dreamscape with a character named the Watchmaker which explains why he will play such an important role too in the Dreamscape.

Misha used the Stellaron to create a mutation in the dream world which led to the birth of the monster named Watchmaker which needed several Emanators to defeat. Misha took the Stellaron from Dr. Ratio to save his sick grandfather. In the end, Misha gave up his own dreams and stayed in Penacony, becoming a new pillar of the dream world. The mutant dream, which baffled the powerful, came from a child's imagination.

Mihail, another character whose name awfully reminds me a lot of the Archangel Michael, realizes the Penacony is heading for a different kind of nightmare. He tries to seek out power and negotiate with The Family. Which I don't think ended well because Sunday wants the man dead because he sees him as the biggest obstacle to the Family's expansion.

And now up to Sunday's personality... Ah what do I love a double-faced angel &lt;;3 (DF Enstars mentioned?!?! Okay sorry…). Honestly he interests me so much and knowing one thing for sure is that you don't want to get on this man's bad side.

⋆｡°★ Dreams...

I tried to look more into if there's anything about dreams or the Dreamscape in particular in the game already. In this search, I stumbled on a book in Natasha's Clinic that interested me a little named "Dreamland Analysis".

"The patients attribute it to excessive dreaming, most of which were related to stress from work and life."

The book basically talks a lot about people who have trouble sleeping and "deja vu" some people (like I do... A LOT) experience where they dream about things that will happen in the near future and how weird it is and how dreams can be affected and influenced by others.

This is all far-reaching, but let me be a little delusional alright, but I almost feel like this could me a very sneaky way to talk about what is going in Penacony.

⋆｡°★ Story Leaks

Alright well then! There was a huge story leak about the Penacony world which I would like to dive into a little more... but I sadly will have to move this to another part because I almost hit the maximum amount of images...

When this is out I shall edit this post with a link to it!

Here is part 2!

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ THANK YOU FOR READING!

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 003

Boat Time.

Okay, so now that I compare Bulma’s boat with the boat from Episode 2, I can see that they’re clearly not the same.  Bulma’s is way bigger, as evidenced by the number of decks. 

So remember how Bulma celebrated her birthday in Battle of Gods?  Well, Dragon Ball Super is just doing that whole party over again, but in this version it’s on a cruise ship, which makes it totally fresh and original.

Everyone’s on their way to the ship, but Krillin and 18 get stuck in traffic, just like they did in Dragon Ball GT when they tried to evacuate the city during the Super 17 Saga.  This time they just get out and fly the rest of the way.  Wait, did they do that in GT too?  Anyway, this time, 17 doesn’t show up and murder Krillin. 

“Why did we even take the car if we could just fly there?” 18 asks. 

“Because it pads out the show more if we do it both ways,” Krillin explains.

Wait, what is up with their car?  It looks like the windshield and the hood go straight down in front of them, like a bus.  This thing isn’t even animated.  It’s just scenery, and they still couldn’t draw it right.  An ill omen to be sure. 

Roshi’s already on the ship, and he’s using the pay-telescope to leer at girls on the beach.  Master Roshi belongs in j-- Wait, I think what he’s doing is legal?  I mean, he’s making a big spectacle of this, but at least he’s not going up to Videl and asking her for panties or some shit. 

I think that nosebleed Roshi is sporting might be the only blood in this whole series. Goku and Vegeta get stabbed later on, but they just sort of pretend like it didn’t do anything. 

Bulma’s all annoyed at Roshi and Oolong’s antics, and once again I have to ask: Why did she invite them?  Do you think they’d care if they got left out of this?  They’d just settle in for an evening watching Pornhub.  Or they could fondle each other in their sleep, like in the Broly movie. 

Buu’s here, and Bulma’s mad at him for eating.  That’s what he does! Why did you invite him if you didn’t want him eating the whole time?  Then she’s mad at Goku and Vegeta for no-showing the party.  Dammit, make up your mind, Bulma! If they showed up, what would they be doing?  Eating?   Yeah.  You can’t win.

Gohan and Videl give Piccolo a photo from their recent wedding.  The gag here is that Piccolo’s eyes were shut, but this was the only photo they managed to get of him, so oh well.  Never mind that.  Two things about this picture.  First, it always bugged me how Gohan’s wearing a white suit, as opposed to the black one he had in the photo from Dragon Ball Z.

I mean, Videl’s hair and dress look different as well, but I could overlook that.  Maybe they changed clothes before the reception? Maybe they had two weddings?  That’d be pretty awesome.  Videl had to divorce Gohan so she could marry Sharpner as part of some elaborate undercover sting operation, and when it was over, they remarried just to make everything nice and legal. 

Anyway, the second thing I want to point out is that I love Goku being the fun dad at the wedding.  He always reminds me of this photo of the band Paper Lace during a commercial for Time Life’s Sounds of the 70′s album.

I guess specifically, Goku looks like the guy with the white tie in the middle.  I’m not even 100% sure that’s Paper Lace in this image, but their song was playing at this point in the ad, so every time I think about Gohan and Videl’s wedding, I think of the song “The Night Chicago Died”. 

In the heat of a summer niiiiiiiiight In the land of the dollar bill When the town of Chicago diiiiied And they talk about it still

When a man named Al Capone Tried to make that town his own And he called his gang to war With the forces of the law

I may have to add this song to my Luffa vs. Goku playlist.  Need some Goku tunes for that one. 

I was mad at myself for getting off-track, but there’s really nothing else to this episode.  Half of it is Beerus struggling to remember the name “Super Saiyan God”, even though he already remembered it in the last episode.  He summons his Oracle Fish to discuss his vision, since the Fish gave a similar prophecy 39 years ago about Beerus meeting his rival on this date.  Oracle Fish doesn’t recall the name, until Beerus threatens to cut back on his feedings.  See, this is dumb, because in the movie, Oracle Fish’s involvement was much more vague, and the fish basically told Beerus what he wanted to hear, without really adding much to the story.  That worked, because it made it unclear whether Beerus was actually onto something or if he was just delusional from being so accustomed to having his own way. 

But in Dragon Ball Super, or at least this arc, Beerus is a lot more villainous, and for no particular reason.  He’s already destroyed eight planets since waking up, and he doesn’t seem to be nearly as fair-minded as he was in the movie.  So he refuses to accept anything less than a straight answer from the Oracle Fish, which kind of defeats the concept of the Oracle Fish.  They might as well call it Spoiler Fish, except Battle of Gods came out two years prior, so it’s actually old news.  Old News Fish.  Doesn’t have the same ring to it.

So Beerus learns about the Saiyans, and how Frieza killed them all (on Beerus’ orders), only for one of the survivors to defeat Frieza by rediscovering the Super Saiyan transformation.  It’s the only lead Beerus has, so they set out to find Goku, who is currently training on the North Kai Planet.

Oh, one other thing.  While discussing Beerus, the Elder Kai mentions that it was Beerus who sealed him in the Z Sword way back in the day.  I think this is the first time that lore got dropped, since Elder Kai was barely in Battle of Gods.  I’ve never been too fond of this idea, since Beerus is a God of Destruction, and not a God of Sealing Guys In Swords.  I’m not saying Beerus wouldn’t seal a guy inside a sword, but it doesn’t seem like his style.  Also, we’ve never seen him display any powers that would suggest this is something Beerus can do. 

Oh, also, King Kai tries to keep Goku distracted from the whole Beerus thing, so he complains about how Goku got him killed during the Cell Games arc, and he never bothered to revive him with the Dragon Balls.  This is bullshit, because in the original cut of Battle of Gods, King Kai didn’t have a halo, implying that he had been resurrected at some point, and then the halo was edited back in. 

Also, the bigger issue is that King Kai’s planet was destroyed in that explosion, and yet it returned in Battle of Gods without explanation. 

What else?  I guess that’s about it.  These early DBS episodes are a real drag to describe.  I just want to get to the good stuff, but that’s a long ways off...

[worldsetfree]

Do you think Aizen would be terrified of Yog-Sothoth? Or Nyarlathotep? How would you insert Lovecraft into bleach? I like bleach because to me it’s close to evangelion in terms of story and imagery. It works better as a sienen tbh.

Thank you for reaching out!

So, while I have soooome exposure to Lovecraft's works like The Shadow Over Innsmouth and The Colour Out Of Space, I must admit that I am still swimming near the surface of the Cthulhu Mythos. I'll try my best to answer these, but sadly I'm a bit ill-equipped.

This will also get into some analysis of Aizen and fear in particular. Broke the answers up for readability (minor spoiler for the end of Bleach ahead):

I don't know enough yet to speak on Yog-Sothoth, but I will add The Dunwich Horror to my reading list and come back and update this someday. Apologies.

1. Aizen Sōsuke vs Cthulhu and Friends

(Sōsuke why)

Nyarlathotep, as I understand, is a bit of an oddball. It's something to be feared, sure, but its gambit involves working with lesser beings more, so it doesn't present with the same oomph of other monsters. While it's clearly something Aizen would see as a threat (and treat accordingly), it's very difficult to gauge how much fear he would have of this thing. Nyarlathotep reminds me a little bit of Gin and Aizen himself (though much less so), if I'm honest...

In general, terror is an essential element of the Cthulhu Mythos. Facing incomprehensible aberrations, body horror, and "gibberish but make it scary" languages inherently induce fear, right? But I think the extent of Aizen's reaction depends on where he is in his "1000 Steps to Become a God and Flex on Them Haters" Plan. But his relationship with fear is something I can ramble more about!

1.1. Aizen and Fear

I did want to touch on this topic further because I really enjoy how Kubo plays with fear and uses Aizen to subvert convention a little.

I love that Kubo deploys this character arc within both Ichigo and Aizen, I think it creates intrigue and adds a lot of depth to an already fantastic villain. Things like this are why I fixate on this character! His jawline and smouldering gaze do not help-

Like archetypal villains, Aizen is presented as something to be afraid of. Recall that his heel turn begins with him stabbing the image of innocence in the chest, and that horrific act is only the tip of the iceberg! He's The Big Bad- he has to be scary, and he's very effective in that role. But diving in a little deeper, we see that Aizen's relationship with fear is not entirely what you'd expect of a villain, and I think that's so interesting!

Contrary to his ego and unlike most villains, Aizen doesn't act like he's above being afraid. During the Deicide chapters (and again at the end of the series), he talks about fear and how it's necessary for evolution, and we see him undergo metamorphoses in the face of adversity; against Urahara, then when Gin kills him, then again against Ichigo himself... That kind of behaviour, that "rising above the challenge" and his recognition and use of the Indomitable Human Spirit is typical of a protagonist's journey, not the antagonist! It's a really unexpected and optimistic take from him, and it further blurs the line between good and evil as Aizen loves to do!

2. Cosmic Horror and Bleach

I 100% agree that Bleach (especially early Bleach) has the most horror elements of the Big Three. Its story elements of death and gods lend themselves quite well to something spooky~~

I'm still intrigued by the idea of adding some eldritch elements to Bleach, so I don't want to expand too much, but there are some easy targets for incorporating these kinds of things; like Gin (as I mentioned earlier), the Soul King, the Hollows... Though I should note that when I think of adding cosmic horror to Bleach, Junji Ito's works are what comes to my mind moreso than Lovecraft.

But, diverging from the canon and playing with it is the beauty of fandom, so I don't want to be perscriptive! Go, imagine, invent! There's all kinds of room to play!

[nathank77]

5/31/24

2:30 a.m Added to/Edited 2:45 a.m

Idk if I'm going to do the 1MG tonight. I'm trying to watch ink master and my eyes have to be glued to the subtitles for two reasons:

1) I need hearing aids bc my speech perception/hearing is not good......

2) the voice is going off talking constantly while I am listening and it gets louder with louder audio... I've been sitting in a lot of fake "silence" today cause even though it's always talking, it's much quieter in silence. Despite that no matter the volume level of the room I'm in is I can make out what it's saying clearly.... I have to pick the dialogue I want to listen to but that doesn't mean I can't hear it. And the more I think about my hallucination the more I hallucinate...... and the more I hallucinate, the more I think about my hallucination... it's a giant awful cycle.

Some days I hallucinate less frequently and I don't think about it as much and then eventually as I get tired I hallucinate more...... and I'm fucking TIRED. But once I get tired and it starts happening more, try to stop thinking about it. Try not to will it away which just makes it stronger and exist more.

I'm not allowed to think about it without creating it.... yet I can't cope with it if I can't think about it. Yet I can't stop thinking about it bc it's almost been a year since my brain permanently broke. I can't even get mad at myself for thinking about it. I can't stop bc it won't stop.

So I'm hardly watching TV, I'm just reading subtitles to hear the dialogue of the tv show I'm watching and drowning out the voice that never stops talking. Can't really watch the images while I read the subtitles....

It's unbearable bc it's worse bc I only got 5 hours of sleep.

I have to worry about tolerance if I do the 1MG and it only makes sense if I do it soon cause the half MG is putting me to sleep.... at 7 a.m or 8 a.m in the morning cause my circadian rhythm is FUCKED.

I'm still worried about my testosterone and I'm worried xanax is going to be a problem cause where is my dr??.....

I really want to die.. I just swiped cause you know I'm eternally alone.. I matched with a fugly ass bitch.

I don't fucking like glasses but if you're going to wear them don't be a fucking weirdo. Do black simple frames or small simple frames. Cecile wore glasses, her glasses were small and I mean not black. Kinda girly. But they worked for her... like she looked cute in them. They were simple...

This girl- my god, this is why I don't like girls with glasses..... and beyond that distort your fucking face in half your photos and then show the real thing.

Yea I'm ugly on the inside but if I had a color printer I'd make a fucking scrapbook diary on paper. With printed out photos and this is my fucking diary so I'm going to be ugly on the inside..

Speaking of, facial hair please grow back fast. I made a big mistake. I look like a hick but I won't shave it all off. EVER.

She's a single mother. Not an issue but I'd rather vomit than consider a girl with fucking rainbow glasses and sparky glasses that take up half her face and she doesn't look like those two photos. Distort your face why don't you?

If you think I'm ugly on the inside for this when I was a teenager I used to print out photos and glue it to my diary... and like I said this is my diary and I'm raw here for a fucking reason. I'd rather fucking vomit than consider her. Even in her distorted photos.

This is my memior, the good, the bad and the ugly. This is what I'm leaving behind when I take my life or die. I'm leaving behind, the words of a mentally ill guy who fought like hell. Who was strong and vulnerable and beautiful and ugly on the inside. The raw truth exposed.

She is the reason I hate fucking glasses on people. They always go so big and fucking ugly. Cecile's were simple and cute. If I date someone with glasses let me tell you it won't be some fugly glasses like this.

Fucking go small and have normal colors!!

[j-graysonlibrary]

The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 34

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 34 under the cut

Chapter XXXIV:

Pangu heard Baiya’s voice, calling out from one of the balconies on the tower. Still keeping the barrier ready at the tips of his fingers, his head snapped up to see the two dots up above.

Unfortunately, Salamander saw them too.

“More vile humans?!” The Great Spirit bellowed. “Insolent parasites! To think you can overpower me!”

He threw his tail into the side of the palace, crushing walls and raining stone down below. Pangu’s heart stopped and his entire body tensed.

Surely Baiya and Kira had dodged the attack.

Surely they had gotten away.

The last of the rubble settled as dust plumed upward making it impossible to tell if either of them was still up there. Pangu held onto faith—he had to—but Loa screamed out in agony.

“BAIYA!” Fire lit upon her finger tips and she shot up at the spirit.

It would do nothing to Salamander and Pangu was sure Loa knew that as well. Her fireballs were simply absorbed into his body and offered little more than a distraction. But, that was what she wanted.

“Come down here!” she screamed, sending fireball after fireball, “Come! Down!”

“Please!” Ashoka added, still on her perch ahead and to their left.

“He will not listen to reason until he is calm,” Pangu said, trying to keep focused on the task at hand. Even if his mind wanted him to show him the most gruesome images it could conjure of what might have become of Baiya and Kira, he did not allow it to slow him down.

“I am trying to calm him!” Ashoka snapped.

Salamander, surprisingly, began to slither away from the mountain and palace. He grasped the nearest tall building and hoisted his weight onto it, crushing part of the roof as he settled. “You are growing weak, dog of Tiandi.” His eyes pierced into Ashoka as flames lapped around his mouth. “Soon, I will devour you and all of your ilk.”

She held her staff tight in her grip. “If you would listen…Tiandi does not want to destroy you or seal you again. He genuinely wants your help.”

“What?” Phay asked with a scowl, turning to look more at the disciple than at the Great Spirit.

Pangu did not tear his eyes away from Salamander, however. He knew he could not let his guard slip for a second with how unpredictable the spirit had been. The protection of Phay and Loa was paramount to all else. Salamander’s pacification came second.

Ashoka continued, her arms shaking under the pressure and fear, not to mention how long she had probably been chasing Salamander since freeing him. “We have a deal ready…if you would, please…”

“Turn on my brethren?” Salamander boomed as he used the rooftops to get closer. His claws latched onto stone and the buildings with weaker constitutions crumbled under him. Despite that, most likely, not being his intent, he still descended to the ground as if it was his plan all along.

Really, he did not need to keep the high ground anyway. His head easily rose to be eye-level with Ashoka.

“You will be serving Tiandi to keep balance and, after all is said and done, he will offer you a spot in the spirit realm by his side.”

Pangu wondered if she truly believed those terms would suit any Great Spirit or if she was just reciting whatever Tiandi, or more likely, Merra had told her.

Phay, on the other hand, felt sick and disappointed all at once. She had been disgusted by Ashoka already—just the mere idea of being a citizen of Agni while working under the current Xiang was shameful enough but this was a new low.

Would she bury her own nation? Her own people? Just for some power? Fame? It was against everything Agni stood for and Phay found herself wishing that Salamander would roast her alive.

“And what good does that do me?” The Great Spirit hissed and wound his body between a few tight buildings so that his head came closer to Ashoka. His heat pulsed against the air, sending out waves in intervals.

“You were known to treasure power above all else, right?” Ashoka’s voice shook but she continued to stand her ground. “You sought to be the strongest of the spirits—the-the greatest. This…this will give you that position. You will be immortalized as the Great Spirit who saved the world! Who sided with Tiandi and defeated the terrible Shakti!”

Salamander stared for a long moment, his flames crackling loudly in the air as everyone remained silent. Then his mouth creased and it appeared as if his lip curled upward.

“Disgusting,” he muttered and, even if his voice was quieter than usual, the tremor of it was still felt through the city.

He reared back his front claw and slammed it toward Ashoka. She was quick with a barrier of flame to combat his fire-coated body but her barrier snapped on contact. The blowback sent Salamander’s claw and her in opposite directions.

She disappeared somewhere behind a nearby building but there was no time to speculate whether she was alive or dead. At the very least, her efforts of recruiting the Great Spirit were probably at their end.

Pangu began to pull Phay and Loa back, taking silent but quick steps backward. His eyes scanned the rubble around them, attempting to plot out where they could position themselves to stand the best chance at survival. As he found a potential trump card, he breathed out in relief.

With his right hand, he grabbed the side of Loa’s sleeve. “Do you see that building over there? There is some rubble that leads to a high ground. Head up there and keep an eye out.” Then he turned to Phay and pointed to a secure looking building with a crevice to hide under. “You wait there, I will hold him off and try to talk.”

“Wait!” Phay yelled but he did not stop.

They were both far too underprepared for this—he was not even sure he was prepared.

He raised a shield of fire around himself as he ran forward, toward Salamander. The Great Spirit stepped to the side, watching with interest.

“So, you would face off against me as well?” He started to turn as Pangu darted through an opening between his legs, racing to the other side. “Pray to your weak God and see if he saves you!”

Pangu slid down, barely avoiding a swipe of the spirit’s claw. He rolled, becoming coated in dust, and then hopped back onto his feet. Thankfully, he had landed right where he needed to.

With a pop of air, he removed the lid from the well that had, somehow, come out of the ordeal entirely unscathed. He drew water from the source and took a short, quick breath.

“Listen, Salamander,” he shouted, “I will not bargain with you as Ashoka did. I will simply tell you my purpose in seeking you out!”

The Great Spirit cared little in listening and charged forward, mouth ablaze. When Pangu threw a wave of water at him, dousing the flames along his face and his front claws, he paused and shook his head. The fire did relight but it took a second and confusion also blossomed in that time.

“What…? You…”

Pangu held more water in the air, at the ready. “My name is Shu Pangu Min and I was once the Xiang—a master of all of this world’s elements and a puppet to Tiandi. But I have come to know the truth about the past and I have been freeing the other Great Spirits once trapped by the God of the Cosmos. All of your brethren, I have helped be free—you were the last!”

From her hiding spot in the rubble, Phay could barely see but she could hear. Pangu was making his case though she felt Salamander would probably not listen. Her eyes flickered up to where Loa was and then back to the city square where her vision was filled with flames.

“What proof have you of your claims?” Salamander demanded.

“As of this moment, none.”

The spirit laughed. “Bold but do not become so cocky—even if what you say is true, I have no desire stronger than that of destruction. Whether or not my brethren want to help the humans of this world matters little to me. This place is unsalvageable—the moment that God descended and made a mockery of us and our mother, it was as good as dead to me. I would sooner burn everything and start again than work alongside those who bowed their heads to that tyrant!”

Phay gripped the handle of her sword with her non dominant but uninjured hand. She furrowed her brow and climbed out from the rubble, unable to take it anymore.

Pangu, for all of his efforts, would get nowhere with someone so nihilistic.

She ran down the street, not turning to look when Loa called out for her. Instead, her eyes stayed on her goal and, when she got close enough, she threw her sword at the spirit’s back.

He was not impaled by the blade but that had not been her intention anyway. She only needed to capture his attention and that was a success. His flames rose higher along his body as he turned, furious at the interruption.

“Do you not value your life, worm?”

“I am no worm,” Phay snapped and walked even closer. The waves of his heat were intense but she could withstand it. She needed to. “I am a lord of Agni and I find your approach cowardly.”

“Phay!” Pangu yelled out in warning but she did not budge.

Salamander laughed and his tongue, bathed in flame the same as everywhere else, flicked across his lips. “Cowardly, you say? I would be delighted to know how.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You would sooner burn this place and start over than help? Not wanting to help is one thing but wishing to give up? To start from scratch? Only someone who is out of options does that. Or, someone who is too weak to endure the struggle of changing things the hard way. Is that you, Salamander? A weak quitter?”

“Phay?!” That was Pangu and Loa.

The Great Spirit recoiled and, for a second, his flames dampened. “A quitter? And how would you describe the humans that bowed under the rule of Tiandi? Forgetting their roots and prostrating themselves before a new power?”

Phay shook her head. “I cannot speak for the people of the time but I can say that, all people, no matter where they are from, tend to endure under the conditions given to them—whether they enjoy their station or not. And, if you had looked around at the people of Agni before jumping straight to destruction you would have seen that the majority of us do not accept Tiandi as our God. We see him for what he really is—an overpowered dictator. I, certainly, would never bow my head to anyone. I care not what strength they may possess. My will is always and will always be stronger.”

She gulped and took Salamander’s silence as her opportunity to continue.

“I believe you know the value of pushing through despite all odds. It is the basis of true strength and the pride of Agni. You simply forgot in your rage.”

The flames along Salamander’s body sank and fluttered much closer to him. A few spots glowed blue for a second before disappearing entirely. His skin was far darker without the fire bringing him to life but his eyes still shined a vibrant orange.

“You have the heart I once treasured in mankind…”

Phay walked closer, no longer having a wall of heat to pass through. “Help us fight Tiandi and those true cowards among his forces. Afterward, I will help to reignite the kind of world you remember. The kind of world you can be proud of.”

“You…” Salamander stared down at her, slowly blinking each eye and just as slowly leaning down. “You would be the only lord I would wish for Agni. I shall choose you to bind my will to but be warned: should you dissatisfy me in any way, I will not hesitate to reinstate another.”

“I accept.”

Phay watched as he combust in flames once more but, somehow, they were no longer hot. His form also shrank within the light and, soon, there was little more than a hovering ball of fire.

“Call me by name if you should need me,” he said before the last flame, as well, disappeared.

She fell to her knees and let out a long, forceful exhale. Pangu reached her first, kneeling beside her with a hand on her back.

“Are you alright?”

“What were you thinking!?” Loa yelled as she hurried over.

Phay coughed and took another couple of rough breaths but she smiled through it. She glanced up at Pangu and said, “You were being too soft. He needed a firmer hand.”

Pangu frowned. “I thought I was being firm.”

Loa ignored the conversation and wrapped her arms around Phay’s neck, resting her forehead on the lord’s shoulder. “I was so worried…”

“Great job, Phay!” Baiya’s voice broke everyone up and Pangu spun around.

From the direction of the palace, he and Kira walked forward, both as dusty as he was but, otherwise, they appeared completely unharmed.