#but he has trouble understanding his own feelings and filtering them

[mahi-wayy]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀

• General • Romantic [only sfw]

A/n : not adding my usual nsfw part bcz they are supposed to be technically minors in the show? listen I'll add nsfw if people ask but I ain't having anyone slamming me in comments and asks, I have other stuff to worry about thank you very much.

I - GENERAL

"He is right, dark and brooding but right."

dark and brooding my ass blake you're brother is a fucking softie. he just has trauma but which elder sibling doesn't.

he has been burned too much that he would rather appear dark and intimidating to keep himself but most importantly blake safe and sound.

they were adopted by the bradleys at the ages of 8 and 11 respectively. while blake only spent like two months in his orphanage and didn't even remember much about his biological parents, he spent around two years in the orphanage and he does remember the accident that took away his parents.

he had a whole phase in his teen where he would dream about the accident and blame himself for surviving.

he and blake were at the same orphanage.

gravitated towards each other quite quickly especially because hunter kind of scared away the bullies that were troubling blake and the little boy just attached himself to hunter pretty much ever since.

refused to go with bradleys if they don't take blake too. luckily the couple was more than happy too.

had what? a year of normalcy before their adoptive parents died too. he still remembers a little blake crying endlessly at night because he missed them.

that's when he decided to be like a filter between world and his brother.

sensei omino was a shit parent figure but these two were entirely too grateful for the man to continue reaching them what their parents started to actually notice him using them or pushing them to hard.

he usually took the blame too if blake messed something up because he knew if he was involved too, sensei would focus on him more than yelling at his brother.

it's hard for him to handle and understand emotions. barely cried and takes time to build emotional connects since he has kept himself so shielded since he was a kid.

developed insomnia at a early age.

never lost in a sparring match at the academy, like never.

also the best weirder of crimson thunder in the academy. his color is related with a loud, aggressive and damaging side of the element.

basically he is strong as fuck and some of his hot headedness comes from his element other than his personality.

was the one who believed lothor first under his hurt and anger that never quite found a outlet, which automatically convinced blake of it too.

wasn't really connecting with anyone like blake did with tori unconsciously. he was okay with everything they did until he realized the truth. he still feels guilty about that.

he didn't quite like shane's energy, it was practically the red ranger's authoritative aura clashing with his own leadership role, he did tell blake about it.

eventually got used to it once they became a team and he took his second-in-command position.

he is every short-tempered and certain things trigger him at full force. for example he once short circuited cyber cam for cracking a offensive joke at blake.

it took cam three weeks to fix his cyber counterpart because the crimsion thunder pretty much fried his servers and operators.

"you can't have thunder without lightning." "lightning is always followed by thunder." please and this was your own good DO NOT SEPARATE HIM FROM BLAKE.

if he doesn't know about his brother's whereabouts for more than say 4 hours and the man also isn't responding to his morpher, he might as well flip the city upside down to find him.

very fiercely loyal and protective. once he decides to choose someone as his person he will stand by it until you give him solid prove of wrong doings of that person.

a little morally off course, blake is the moral compass most of the time. doesn't mind doing small bad for greater good and can't forget the whole lothor phase.

doesn't like water all that much either, mostly because of his incapacity to swim in too much water and his electrical element.

please don't leave him in a kitchen unsupervised he will end up burning something if not the whole house- good lord.

has trouble sleeping which makes cam's canon comment on his caffeine intake very real.

he drinks so much coffee and other caffeine stuff he is practically immune to it at this point 😭💀🤚🏻

someone please hug this man I volunteer as tribute

VERY PETTY.

BIG SARCASM.

he has murderous tendencies if poked too much when is clearly not feeling it.

II - ROMANTIC

makes the first move.

very obvious about his liking before the official ask out.

he is very standing next to you by jungkook coded bf.

first thing he does is look for his partner after a race.

not much on pda but would rest a arm around their shoulder and drop a occasional forehead kiss.

is a slow and passionate kisser. his kisses usually end up in heavy make out sessions.

very protective in general but even more for his partner.

makes a effort to learn about his partner's hobby so he can just make a conversation if not take part in it for some reason.

spends most of his free time with them.

always tries his best to make up for anytime his ranger duties take him away from plans or stuff.

sleeps as the big spoon.

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tags: @junglefurytrash @junglekarmapippa @atomic-bobo @anyavaramyr @chanti-leaving @skyland2703 this taglist is only for power rangers content. so let me know if you wanna be added or removed.

[mari-lair]

Who do you imagine confessing first? Kou or Mitsuba? How would you envision or want a mitsukou confession to go down?

Mitsuba!

I personally see Kou as someone that hides when his feelings are something he is ashamed off. He needs to be pushed to the edge, to express any big conflict he has, otherwise he can spend years bottling it up.

And even when Kou is so consumed by a feeling that he needs to vent, he is quick to focus on others.

He is a character that doesn’t like to indulge in his own wants, not feeling like he deserve it, or ashamed of wanting more for himself. Hence why he was so panicked in the red house and why I believe love in a manga where being in love is mostly depicted in selfish or obsessive ways would conflict him to death

And Mitsuba absolutely conflicts him. When the topic is directly brought up he tends to go ‘...’ and sweat

He does not want to think about Mitsuba at all despite constantly thinking about him.

The only person he has talked about Mitsuba with (outside mitsuba himself) is Nene, and the intention seems to had been to just catch her up with Mitsuba's situation. The glimpses of personal troubles he shares seem to have been on accident.

It's enough to make him sweat and change subjects with a smile, as if thinking “I shouldn’t have said that, let’s forget about it!”

Kou either has no idea what he feels or he does have some idea but doesn’t want to. I think he is mostly confused though. Which makes sense cause his feelings about Mitsuuba are hella complicated.

Kou seems to think whatever he feels is a sort of strange and convoluted annoyance, which is a similar conclusion to what Mitsuba had reached at first.

But while Kou is still mostly stuck in “god why do I need him? Why do i think so much about him?? He is annoying.” stage, refusing to explore or indulge in the positive feelings Mitsuba brings, Mitsuba already know a lot about his own feelings and he does not hesitate to share them.

He understands the problems of a ghost being attached to a human and vice versa, so he has reasons to not confess, but even if there is conflict, he doesn’t run away from his feelings.

Mitsuba was the one that informed Nene about their little aquarium trip. She had no idea before, so Kou (who is far closer to her) didn’t share anything.

Even if Kou does realizes he is in love, I personally can't imagine he would try to start a relationship, cause he wants the very best for the people he loves and he does not consider himself a good option.

Remember his crush on Nene? How he never made a move and tried to do what would make her happy? He pushed her to stay with Hanako the second he felt like he was not just some ‘evil spirit’, he never considers himself a better option than the dead murderer at any point, and he is very quick to sabotage himself for others.

So he would likely just hate himself for thinking he is not the best but still wants to be the one to help Mitsuba, be the one he depends on, and stay by his side. Unwilling to be ignored.

And I can’t imagine being so conflicted and hating yourself as a very good push to confess to someone.

But I can imagine Mitsuba accidentally confessing, since it was shown constantly that this boy is gay as hell for kou and that he can’t lie. He feels something strongly? There is a big chance he will blurt it out: No bravado, no filter.

And if this confession does happen, I have no idea how I want it to go down.

I just know I want Kou to sabotage himself somehow, cause that’s what this boy constantly does with Mitsuba, and I just can’t imagine a confession being smooth and sappy with them regardless of who ends up confessing in canon, it would just feel out of character to me, unless of course, it has the proper set up/character development for it.

[dandylovesturtles]

TREAT! 100 ft Away Mikey and Raph >:3

Thank you Wren for indulging me by asking about my babies c:

100ft is divided into two arcs, escape arc and recovery arc (you know, in the hypothetical future where I actually write the fic lol). Because Mikey and Raph are separated for escape arc, this is set in recovery arc. That means it's a spoiler but eh... I'm just releasing things about this AU when I feel like it haha. Skip it if you want to, though.

To give you a quick idea of where the boys are at coming into this arc, Mikey has been pretty aggressively asserting his independence from Leo (much to Leo's dismay) because he knows it's better for both of them, and Leo is also upset that Mikey is trying to get closer to Donnie and Raph, who he views as dangerous. Meanwhile, Raph and Donnie have gotten pretty close; Raph is still in a dissociative state where he doesn't talk and he still acts pretty animalistic, but he's improving the more Donnie, April, and Splinter interact with him.

Anyway no real warnings for this one.

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Mikey stares at his ceiling, fingers tangled up tight in his blanket. The last tendrils of the nightmare curl cold around him, chasing away any hope of returning to sleep.

There's a steady drumbeat in his pulse telling him to go to Leo.

But he can't go to Leo. He can't, because having separate rooms was his idea. If he goes to Leo with every trouble he has, they'll fall right back into the same routine they've had the last ten years. They'll never move forward.

He knows all that. But he's scared. His heartbeat is loud and the room is so dark and he's terrified and more than anything he wants his big brother.

And it occurs to Mikey for maybe the first time that he has other big brothers here.

Leo wouldn't be happy about it. But what Leo doesn't know won't hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Mikey crawls out of his hammock, dragging his blanket with him. The concrete floor of the sewer is cold, but it's not much different from the rock back in the facility. The familiarity doesn't really help with the terror in his veins.

He creeps out past his curtain and into the atrium. Artificial light streams in through the glass above, shining down on the big space and the swirling water. It's quiet in here, only the faint sound of Splinter's TV filtering in from the other room. It occurs to Mikey briefly that he could go there instead, but he still feels a little awkward with Splinter. And he doesn't want to worry him, anyway.

He creeps along the walkway, careful to be especially quiet as he passes Leo's room. He wouldn't be surprised if Leo is awake; he never looks like he slept more than a couple hours every morning. If he finds out Mikey is up, it'll be all over.

But he makes it past the blue curtain without attracting any attention; relief spikes through him, and he barely holds back a sigh.

The red curtain is next in line, and this one Mikey draws back.

Raph's is the biggest of the alcoves they're using as rooms; appropriate, since he dwarfs the rest of them. Even now, after a full month, Mikey's still shocked by how huge Raph is. He could easily crush any of them if he wanted to.

And yet he's gentle. He's never been anything other than careful with them. No matter what Leo thinks, their big brother is still in there. That, Mikey's sure of.

He creeps into the room, letting the curtain fall closed behind him, and surveys the room. Raph has a big bed, but he's laying on the nest of pillows and blankets they've made for him instead. He doesn't seem to understand the purpose of the bed, and they don't push it.

It's not unoccupied, though; Mikey can just see the tip of Donnie's snout where it peeks out from under a pile of blankets. He used to sleep buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure; maybe the blankets feel the same.

Donnie isn't afraid of Raph; Donnie sleeps in here more often than he does his own room. That gives Mikey courage, and he moves further into the room.

He freezes when Raph suddenly stirs, raising his head and opening bleary eyes, sniffing the air. He's not aggressive, just curious, trying to figure out who's there.

Mikey lets out a soft chirp, because Raph seems to understand that better than speech.

Raph sniffs a little longer, then lets out a soft chuff. Then he rolls onto his side, making space.

Mikey takes that as his cue to dive into the blanket nest.

Ever so gently, Raph settles back down on his stomach next to Mikey. He wraps one arm around Mikey, pulling until Mikey is cradled close to his side. He gives Mikey one more snuffle, making Mikey giggle, then chuffs again and lays his head back down.

Mikey feels warm and cozy and safe wrapped up under his big brother's arm. The last of the nightmare fades away, a comfortable drowsiness taking its place.

Mikey falls asleep hugging Raph's arm.

[fullofbees]

Unholy Sacrament

The time has come for Diavolo to produce an heir for the Devildom. There's no one else he trusts more to help.

CW: Smut, Pregnancy (Mentioned), Breeding, Creampie, Oral (F Receiving), Mild Cum Inflation

Word Count: 3,647

»»----------► Reader is Female

“Here, this should help you relax.”

… 

The teacup in your hands is nothing less than perfect craftsmanship. Glossy pink flowers decorate the side, their outlines gilded and equally polished. The watercolor gradient in the petals contrasts with the alabaster background, making it look like the teacup was blushing. A thin handle curls away and back to the side, its golden sheen the ultimate display of royalty. Another painted flower sits at the bottom of the cup, the angle giving the impression that the flower is blooming up and out toward the drinker.  

It felt much too delicate for the Devildom. Much too elegant for your current situation. It was too pure in the face of what you would do tonight. 

Golden tea swirls along the cup’s sides, giving the flower a caramel filter, the sight reminding you of honey. It has long gone cold, but still, you cradle the cup, resting it on your lap as you stare into the ceramic. In the tea, you find your own gaze, two disembodied eyes mirroring the uneasiness you felt. It is an uncanny feeling; to stare into the cup and have the cup stare back.

Gracefully paced steps echo on the stone behind you, growing louder as the person nears. You can’t believe half an hour went by that fast.

“Have you finished?” the person asks.

The barely empty cup answers for you. Barbatos appears in your field of view, bending to remove the cup from your grasp. “Still nervous?”

“Yes,” you sigh, “It’s just an enormous amount of responsibility to take on.”

Having begun clearing away the dishes of cream and sugar, soft clinks ring out into the night air as he places them on the tray. “You are always free to change your mind.”

“No,” you quickly interject, “I’m excited, I really am. I’m going to do this.”

His hand finds your soldier and gives a reassuring squeeze, “Just remember, the Devildom will always be in your debt.”

You smile, warmed by his kindness towards you. “Thank you, truly. I think I’m ready to go now.”

“Then I’ll let the Young Master know.”

… 

Diavolo had invited the House of Lamentation to an impromptu dinner. Everyone was buzzing with curiosity over what it was for. Except for Lucifer, who knew exactly what was to come, yet never gave in to his brother’s pleas for a hint. 

That’s how this night had started, with you and your friends gathered around the dinner table.

“I’m glad you all could make it on such short notice,” Diavolo announces with glee, “I don’t like interrupting your free time.”

The table reassures him that it is no trouble. His eyes become passive for a moment while he switches to a calmer, more authoritarian side of himself. 

“Unfortunately, I do have a second motive for inviting you here tonight.”

The buzz grew stronger. 

“I have to ask you all a question regarding the future of the Devildom. As its future king, I am responsible for its legacy, and an heir is part of that legacy.”

Confusion overtook curiosity. What did an heir have to do with all of you?

“While my antecedents chose a child-bearer from the Devildom, I believe taking one from another realm will help to secure all the work we have done to foster harmony amongst our worlds.”

“Is it even possible for an angel to bear the child of a demon?” You ask with genuine interest.

Diavolo’s expression softens, ever so entertained by your humanity. “No, it is not possible. Only humans have the ability to mate with angels or demons.”

Realization dawns on you of what he is asking, but you want to hear it from him.

“I understand you all have an intimate relationship together, a kinship I am glad to have watched grow. I know what I am asking is sudden, but I believe the Devildom will find it easier to accept a half-human offspring if said human is one they already know.”

You’ve been nervously wringing your hands underneath the table, fiddling with a napkin that is torn from the tension. Millions of thoughts rush to the forefront of your mind. Has any other human done this sort of thing before? How did their pregnancy differ from a standard one? Would the brothers be able to handle such a situation? What will the House of Lords say? Would you have to leave the House of Lamentation? What if the child hates its human half? 

A hand covering yours startles you out of your trance. You meet Asmodeus’s glittering gaze as he squeezes your hand to remind you that you’re not alone. “Are you alright, love?”

Looking around the table, you find that everyone is watching you, strangely calmer than you expected. 

“I’m fine,” you assure, “What were you guys saying?”

“We agreed that the Devildom citizens would accept you without question. If you decide to bear Diavolo’s heir, then you have our full support,” said Lucifer.

“Really? You’re not opposed to the idea?”

“Demons have a more flexible idea of relationships, darling,” Asmodeus explains.

“Plus,” Satan adds, “We pledged ourselves to the future of the Devildom when we first arrived, and an heir is a necessary part of that.

“If you do not wish to do it, then you will not be forced,” said Lucifer, “What do you think about the proposal?”

Diavolo quickly interjects, “We don’t need a decision immediately, so please, take some time to think it over.”

Despite all the unknowns that lie ahead, you don’t need time to figure out your answer.

… 

When you told the future demon king your answer, you had not expected him to want to try conceiving that night. After all, if your response was not needed soon, then surely an heir could also wait a bit longer. Sensing your anxiety had returned, Diavolo suggested you have some tea outside, hoping some time alone in the fresh air would help to soothe your worries. 

Barbatos had disappeared with the teapot and cups only a few minutes ago, leaving you alone amongst the hum of the nighttime wildlife. Insects, resembling the fireflies you had back home, danced above the water of the pond. Memories of catching them with your cousins appeared in your mind; the tiny bugs flashing against your skin as they crawled on your hand, poking holes in the lid of a jar to keep them in, the eventual squeal of the cousin who was squeamish around bugs. You smile at the fond thoughts, wondering if demon children like to catch them as much as human children do. 

Diavolo approaches behind you with tentative steps, wondering if you’ve changed your mind. He kept reminding you that you were allowed to say no, yet even with all your nervous twitching, you adamantly refused to back down. Truthfully, he is not surprised. In the time that he’s known you, you’ve always been stubborn to change once your mind is set on something. He wonders if your child will be the same. 

You turn around in the lounging chair, a warm smile greeting as he arrives at your side. His worry about your state eases a little. 

Clearing his throat, Diavolo says, “I can’t thank you enough for what you are doing for the king-”

“Hey, Dia?”

“Yes?” 

“You’ve never really been formal with me before… it’s kinda weird,” you giggle.

He joins in with your laughter, “My apologies; it’s a nervous habit.” 

“It’s okay. I know this is a weird development in our relationship, but… I’m still the same me.”  

Diavolo extends his hand to you, which you graciously accept, standing from your seat. “I know; that’s why I chose you.”

You squeeze his hand, “Just promise me you’re not gonna treat me differently, okay?”

“I promise.” He releases your hand, instead bending down to pick you up into his arms in one fluid movement. 

“Eep! Dia!” You manage to squeak out, arms instinctively grasping his shoulders.

He laughs at your reaction, his usual boyish grin overtaking his face. You merely blush and hide your face against his neck in embarrassment. 

The trek to Diavolo’s room is usually short. But the Prince keeps teasing you, pretending to lose balance and his grip on you before correcting himself at the last second. He laughs and says your squeals are too cute to keep him from doing it. On one particular “trip,” his prank causes him to bump his hip into a decorative vanity. This time you howl with laughter, tears forming in your eyes. 

By the time you reach his door, you’re both trying to catch your breath. Any unease you felt after dinner has dissipated. Given how much of your time is spent at the House of Lamentation, you sometimes forget how silly Diavolo can be. Despite his royal heritage, Diavolo was fun-loving, humble, and quite the troublemaker when it suited him. 

Paused in front of the door, Diavolo says, “Last chance to back out.”

You shake your head, “I’m not changing my mind.”

Diavolo nods with a smile before turning his back to the door and using his weight to force it open. 

The room is ornate in its simplicity. A round coffee table sits surrounded by two single gray sofas and a black pin-stripe couch. The furniture sits on top of a plush red carpet, darker red fabric detailing flowers and vines, surrounded by a golden border. Above hangs an unlit chandelier. Diavolo’s bed sits against the far wall, large black drapes fastened to their posts with matching black bows. A soft-looking, red cushioned bench sits at the foot of the bed. The sheets are plain white, but the bedside lamp with a shade made from colorful mosaic glass decorates the linen with rays of rainbow. Three pillows sit on top, two white and one red. You can imagine Diavolo insisting that three white pillows would suffice and Barbatos countering that a pop of color would keep the theme in balance.  

“Your room is so lovely, Dia,” you say.

Having crossed the threshold of the doorway, Diavolo gently sets you down on his mattress. “I’m glad you think so. I don’t think about the aesthetics too often as I rarely bring visitors here.”

You tap his knee playfully with your foot, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Diavolo laughs, “Only the ones I plan on impregnating.”

You pause, face flushing as the heat races down your body. 

“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, “I didn’t mean to-”

You interrupt him with a wave of your hand. “It’s okay! I mean… it was kinda hot.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, Diavolo sports a downright devilish smirk. He leans down, hands resting at the sides of your hips, effectively placing you in a cage of his own making. His eyes slowly drift down your body, taking in the sight of you underneath him, watching as your thighs draw together in search of friction. 

“Does the thought of being filled with my seed excite you, my dear?” He purrs.

Words fail at this moment, so you manage to nod. Diavolo’s hand moves from the mattress to hold your chin. For the first time, you fully comprehend just how large he is. An immense stature with muscle to match, Diavolo is, simply put, thick. It makes you feel dizzy.

“I need to hear you say it.”

The heat you feel in your body only grows in its ferocity. You place your hands against his chest, hoping to feel that he’s burning with the same hunger. The quickened pace of his heart beats against your palm. You’ve never felt this close to him, so close that you can feel his life pulsing underneath your fingertips. You want to always feel this connection. 

“Yes,” you answer.

He drags his thumb across your lower lip. “Yes, what?”

You whine, still somewhat embarrassed at what he wants you to confess, “Dia….”

“Good girls answer when asked a question. I know you want to be a good girl for me. You don’t need to resist.”

It feels as if your stomach has leapt into your ribcage with how excited his words make you. After all, he already liked you enough to entrust you with the future, his future. There was nothing to be ashamed of. 

“Please, fill me with your seed. Fuck me so full that I can’t possibly take anymore.”

Diavolo eagerly rushes in to kiss you, the momentum knocking you flat against the mattress. You don’t care though, because his lips are soft and his breath hot. Your hands abandon his chest to find purchase in his hair. Tugging on the strands rewards you with a muffled moan that sounds like music. 

You part with a gasp. Diavolo wipes away saliva from your lower lip with his thumb. Standing straight, he begins to undo the buttons and clasps of his RAD uniform. You follow suit, removing your shirt and tossing it on the bench. After undoing the button and zipper of your jeans, you manage to wiggle the denim down your legs, where they drop to the floor. The reality of your arousal dawns on you then, the soaked fabric of your underwear cooling in the open air. Demons have sharper senses than humans; you wonder if he can smell the growing slick.

Thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties as you begin to slide them off, but firm hands gently push yours aside. 

“Please, let me take them off… Your scent is driving me wild….” Diavolo pleads, answering your earlier question.

“Yeah, fuck, okay….” You say.

“You smell so good, baby,” he hums as he slips the panties down your legs. Instead of setting them aside, Diavolo brings the lacy garment to his face and inhales over the visible wet spot. He groans, the sound from deep within his chest as he takes in the smell of your lust. 

He is devoid of all clothing except for silky black boxer briefs. The bedroom lights cast golden highlights onto his warm amber skin. You know Diavolo did not fall; he was born and raised in the Devildom, the supposed place of foulness opposite to the Celestial Realm’s opulence. Yet standing before you now, he is Adonic, defying. He is the distant light that beckons you in the dark. 

You can’t help but press your hands to his chest again, meeting the rounded yet firm muscle of his pecs. Trailing your fingers down, you follow every dip and curve of his sculpted body, until you reach the vibrant red happy trail that disappears below the silk. When you look back up, Diavolo is watching you fondly. The shadows from this angle make his eyes seem darker. They remind you of honey. 

Having tucked away your panties into who knows where, Diavolo slides his boxers down, kicking them away when they gather at his feet. You don’t get the chance to further ogle him though, as he drops to his knees and pushes your legs apart. The sight before you is something you want to remember forever. The would-be ruler, the powerful and all-mighty Lord Diavolo, sits at your feet like a parishioner before their holy idol. His hands idly massage his reverence on the insides of your thighs, eyes studying the sight of your wanting cunt like its scripture. 

“Forgive me for delaying, but I want to taste you. I need to know what you feel like on my tongue.”

Both of you moan at the first leisurely drag of his tongue through your folds. All is forgiven.

Having savored the first taste, Diavolo buries his face into your sopping core, sinking his tongue into your entrance. His nose brushes against your clit, sending a jolt through your body that makes you grip his hair for stability. Eyes gaze up the plane of your body, watching the fruits of his labor as he pulls one pleasured whine after another from you. Every lip bite and eyebrow furrow is testament to the bliss he is providing. 

Your core tightens further, thighs shuddering in his grasp. A hand slides to the back of your knee, positioning your leg so that your heel sits on the edge of the bed, opening your body further for him to devour. His tongue circles your clit as his hand now grabs the cup of your bra, dragging it down until your breasts spill out the top. Mesmerized as they move with the heaving of your lungs, his fingers pull at one of your exposed nipples. You keen under the sensation, back arching, which only further pushes your breast into his touch.

Diavolo hums in amusement as one of your hands lies over his, keeping his hand on your breast as you lace your fingers together. The soft, rumbling feel is the last push you need. With a cry of his name, the sensation in your core becomes too much, pleasure and relief washing over you. Diavolo stays still against your cunt during your releases, letting your slick overflow onto this tongue. Fingers further tangle in his hair as you gently roll your hips against the muscle. The slow wind down is much needed.

When he finally parts, strings of your essence mixed with his saliva connect them still. Diavolo licks his lips, standing back to his full height between your legs. 

“Ready for the fun part?” He asks.

“Oh, that wasn’t supposed to be fun?” You joke between breathy pants.

He laughs, gently pinching your thigh, “Filling you with my seed is going to be even better.”

Your face burns as you giggle. Diavolo gently moves you to lie on your right side.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He grabs your left leg, slinging it over his shoulder. A pleasant stretch runs up the back of your leg. He adjusts so that his left leg crosses over your right, kneeling next to your thigh while your calf dangles off the edge. His right leg stays extended against the floor, giving him the leverage and support he wants.

This new position leaves his cock pressed to your sex, feeling impossibly hot and heavy. 

“I knew for a while that I would need to make an heir, but I didn't want to approach you just yet….” He starts, lazily thrusting his hips so that his cock slides against your drenched slit. The swollen tip glides over your clit, only to pull back and teasingly dip into your entrance.

“I was worried that I, ah, wouldn’t be able to properly fill you,” He huffs. “ I haven’t touched myself in weeks…”

Large droplets of precum join the already sticky mess as the apex of your thighs. Thoroughly soaked in your juices, Diavolo now firmly positions the tip of his cock at your entrance. 

“I’m going to make a mess of you,” he whispers as he easily sinks his cock into your warmth.

A low, drawn-out moan escapes you as he sets every nerve in your body alight, pleasure rippling up your spine. The weight surrounding you grows heavier, and when you open your eyes, you’re met with Diavolo’s black and gold horns. Four large wings unfurl from his back, fluttering softly with the jolts of pleasure he’s receiving. The hands that cradle your extended leg to his chest now grasp desperately with black talons. 

His pace becomes relentless, desperate to finally have the release he’s denied himself. Your body bounces against the mattress with each powerful thrust. The wet meeting of skin on skin and his moans drown out all other noise. The tingling sensation begins to rebuild in your core. Diavolo’s thrusts are becoming more erratic.

One more brutal thrust, burying his cock as far as he can manage, is the only warning you have to the hot fluid that fills you. It overflows around your joining, the excess flowing down until it pools on the mattress underneath you. 

However, he doesn’t stop there. His claws curl around the back of your knees, pushing your legs flush against your chest. Diavolo kneels fully onto the mattress now, molding your body into a perfect mating press. His thrusts pick back up, fucking his cum back into your waiting cunt. The new angle has you seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your voice is powerless as the air is knocked from your lungs. A high-pitched whine manages its way out, and Diavolo chuckles breathlessly.

“I want to get you pregnant so badly, baby. You’re already so full, but I know you can take more….” One hand slips underneath you both, gathering his spend that has already gushed out. “I won’t waste a single drop. Not with you.”

His cum coated fingers press to your clit, “Can you see it? You, full and round with our child… you’d look glorious, like a Queen. My Queen.” 

You’re barely registering his words, the double assault on your sex rendering your thoughts obsolete. The added stimulation has you spasming around his cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again!”

The second release arrives just as suddenly and hard as the first. You can feel the subtle stretch in your abdomen, the flesh bulging as it tries to accommodate all of Diavolo’s seed. Still, not all can fit, and a new gush slips down with every twitch of his cock. 

Exhaustion creeps in, legs feeling like concrete weights against your chest. Utterly boneless, you hope Diavolo still has some strength to carry you to the bathtub. Barbatos will place fresh sheets on the bed while you clean up. You’ll drink some water, then fall asleep cradled safely in your new lover's arms. A two-day nap sounds like heaven.

Yet, Diavolo doesn’t move. He’s still buried deep within you.

Still hard.

After catching his breath, Diavolo leans back, a relaxed and giddy smile on his face. 

“You’re doing so well, darling. I believe you’ll easily last the night.”

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Changes (Turn and Face the Stranger)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Orc X Female!Human Warning: Strong Language, Near death, Robin Hood rip-off

Word Count: 3,821

Captured by a very handsome Orc, Alice has to convince him of her cause before her day to hang. Can she swing this big oof to her side before it's too late?

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"commander Irek Fells," he greets with the deepest voice I ever heard," Is this Alice Belmond?" I stare up at the large man, seeing him tower over everyone with his broad chest, thick arms, and great stature. His face seems to be stuck in a permeant scowl like he never smiled a day in his life. A deep scar splits the right side of his face over his eye down to his jaw. His tusks are banded with gold at the base. He is a terrifying man, and the effect he has on all the guards around is evident.

"Y-yes," the captain clears his throat," Yes. Alice Belmond the woman who has successfully robbed three of our deliveries to the capital. Each guarded with our toughest men but she bested 'em on every turn."

While the captain boasted my efforts I watch as the orc's jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth, his brow furrowed into his eyes. Even in a casual conversation such as this he looks pissed as hell. The others standing behind seemed to be rattling in their boots. Which is understandable, this behemoth of a man could take on all of them with his hands behind his back. Crush their skulls with just his thighs.

As I gawk at him he catches my eye. He sneers before crouching down to my level-which is a feat in itself- and gets into my face.

"You have committed crimes against the king and the capital, what do you say in your defense, human?"

I stare into his eyes with my own open wide and my mouth slightly parted. This close I could feel his hot breath on my cheeks. I can see the puckered scar over his eye. My heart beats wildly in my chest; my palms are sweaty, shoulders stiff, and butterflies in my stomach. I feel words escape me, falling off the tip of my tongue. I have to say something, so I spew out the first thing I can.

"fuck, you're hot."

Well, that was an awful thing to say.

--

Captured, thrown into the carriage like a dog. I guess big scary commander Fells doesn't like compliments. It's not my fault really, I have that rare condition called 'no filter from brain to mouth'. It's truly fatal, with no cure in sight. It's really his fault for being so damn sexy in front of me, with my condition I was doomed from the start.

I huff, blowing the hair out of my face. I wince as the carriage rocks a bit too hard on a rock, my hands tugging on the chains. They couldn't at least invest in some leather to wrap around these things? The person who made these never had to be in them I guess.

I sit up to look out the window, watching as we pass the gates into the castle. I roll my eyes at the grand façade that is the royal guards. A bunch of goody-goodies, never had to work more than lifting a sword in their life. Which is why it was so easy to rob them blind. Well, not this time I suppose, but I blame the commander. He isn't like the rest of them, first off being an orc. Sure there are a few amongst the soldiers that aren't afflicted with the human genome, but he is almost a whole different game altogether. For starters being so damn gorgeous. I snort before falling back on my ass to await the dribble that will be the next few hours.

"Where is the rest of your group," an angry human demands for the umpteenth time. I wiggle back and forth on my chair, checking out the rest of the room with way more interest than I give this conversation.

"Pass," I tease, rocking back on two legs of the chair. The man growls, like some sort of caveman. These guys can't even bother with a please or thank you. So rude.

"Do you even understand what kind of trouble you are in," the guy tries to bait," You are in the middle of being sentenced. The death penalty has been out on you for going on a year. You are just rat food waiting to happen, so just spill it and maybe we will make it quick."

I snort, "Fat chance."

He punches the table, storming off like a child. The door slams behind him and I'm left to my own devices once more. I'm not too worried about these losers. In a week, my group would have made a plan and be in the middle of busting me out of this 2-star hotel. I bounce on the two legs, glancing around without a care. There is nothing these guys can do to shake me.

The door is swung open again, I turn to greet the poor fool who is tasked with me.

"Alice Belmond," Commander Fells greets. I'm caught off guard for the second time today as I fall onto my back. The chair had slipped out from beneath me as I push against the table too hard. Irek huffs as I groan in pain.

"I swear I'm more graceful than this," I grumble as I try to wiggle myself forward.

"I'm sure," he answers as he grabs the back of my chair and lifts me up. I catch a whiff of his earthy scent, good god what this man could do to me.

I'm righted and only mildly embarrassed. Commander Fells sits across from me, his rough hands sitting clasped on top of the table. Those are working hands, not like the last guy who was here. Such prissy little mama's boy hands.

"Where is your group hiding," he cuts to the chase.

"Damn, no foreplay? I knew something had to be wrong with you," I tease. His jaw clenches minutely

"Where is your cargo kept," he asks.

"At your mom's house, I haven't seen her in a while. Does she miss me," I prod. He takes a breath before continuing,

"Who is giving you information on our routes," he doesn't move a tick this time. I want to copy his posture, all straight and no bullshit. If only my hands were free, perhaps a bargaining chip?

"Release my hands and I'll tell you," I offer with a playful grin.

"Alright," he answers as he stands. I'm startled, staring up at him skeptically. This is some sort of trick, I'm sure of it. Maybe some good cop, bad cop shenanigans. He pulls a set of keys from his belt, holding my chains to unlock them. The cuffs fall with a loud bang to the dirt floor. I slowly bring my arms forward, watching him closely as he sits across from me.

He cocks a brow, "Think you can fight me to the door?". I'm almost caught off guard by the joke, I can't even bother to fight back the smile. He won't even offer one in return though. He is back in his original position, all business and no bullshit.

"Dekon Woodsmith," I offer in good faith. I couldn't give a damn who they find to be the dirty rat of the kingdom, I have at least 5 more. The king isn't well-liked and most people are more than eager to join a cause that can help their families that are hurt most by it. Besides, Dekon has his own informants to help him in case of this exact situation. I just got to give him some extra sweets as an apology.

"Where is your team," he asks next. I huff at the lack of reaction to my answer. Just straight business.

I lean forward on my hands, "Are you always business, you ever had a vacation?"

"Where is your group hiding," he asks instead. I roll my eyes and lean back into my chair.

"A nice spa day would do you some good. I'm sure there is some big muscle lady who can work those knots out in no time," I tease.

"Why have you betrayed your kingdom," he asks next. I chuckle at such a ridiculous question. Who is this guy?

I cross my arms, "my kingdom? What a ridiculous thing! This isn't MY kingdom, he isn't my king. What a load of shit."

"Watch your tone," he threatens," you must be loyal to our king."

"Loyal, to him? What another crock of shit," I turn and spit," That man is but a rich child given the powers of a god. What has he done for me? For his people? I spent all last week helping HIS people and I don't get any respect. Perhaps if I sit around doing fuck all I too can get a line of men ready to do my dirty work. Get bent."

I can't even bother to look at him for such a dumb demand. Loyal to the king, what a fuckin tool. Ireks tries to get more but understands the conversation is over as I stonewall him. He leaves the room shortly, and another guard funnels in to chain me up and escort me out.

As I pass by the Commander I give a snide comment," Perhaps your loyalties blind you for only a fool would worship a selfish creature like him."

-- I toss a ball I found at the wall for the millionth time. Perhaps I should have made our check-in dates sooner than a week. I'm so bored here! I need some excitement, some drama. Maybe a little bit of that hunky commander. Just to see, I don't need him to speak. When he talks it's all ruined…well, almost.

The rubber ball hits the stone wall. Thunk, thunk, thunk. Dear god end this suffering!

The rusted-over door at the end of the hall screeched open. Good god, they need some maintenance in here. 1/10 stars for this abode. Steps echo down until it stops at my gate. I turn to the side to get a proper look at my guest.

"Commander Irek Fells," I forgo catching the ball for raising my arms in the air," Welcome to my humble home away from home!"

"I have questions for you," he grumbles, clearly not entertained by my antics. I sit up in my bed, resting my forearms on my knees.

"Only if I can ask you a few questions," I shoot back. He rolls his eyes, turning to pace the space in front of my prison.

With a wave of his hand, he answers, "As you wish."

"No shit," I asked genuinely surprised," Oh man, um… Do you have a girlfriend?"

He tosses a look at me, an interesting smirk just peaking at the ends of his lips. "Pass," he answers," Where are you from?"

I mope for a moment, resting my chin in my palm. "No fun, I didn't know we could just veto questions."

He shrugs, "You started it."

"alright wise guy, I'm Exeter. A little fishing town by Paddlefoot," I answer.

"I know of it, you're pretty far from home then."

"There is this amazing thing called 'carriages', they can take you from one place to another," I poke back.

He shakes his head, "What started you on this line of thievery if you are from a fishing town, not a family trade I hope?"

"Uh-uh, it's my turn, big guy," I wag my finger at him," What do you do for fun?"

"Whittling. My question is the same, what started you on this line of thievery?"

Whittling, how cute.

"I knew a guy who knew a guy who was screwed over by a king. What do you whittle?"

"Animals, fish mostly. How was the man 'screwed over'?"

"Good old fashion taxes and beatings," I give a solute in mock respect," Why did you join the royal guard?"

"Had to. What do you do with the stolen goods?"

I smirk at the question," Donations", I wait for his reply to that.

He is just as confused as I hoped he would be," Donations?"

" To the screwed-over friends I make," I cock my head to the side, eagerly awaiting his retort.

"People screwed over by the king," he asks, finally stopping his pacing.

"Bingo."

He rolls his eyes," filthy little gutter rats. The king has nothing to do with your screwed-up little lives."

"says the orc living in wealth," I snort. His jaw ticks again, that wonderful bit of anger. "You are looking a little peeved there big guy. It does nothing good for your beautiful complexation. Try smiling a bit more."

He throws a snarl at me before walking out. I jump up to the bars, calling down to him as I reach an arm out, "Hey, it's my turn!"

The door slams with a wack and a screech. I drop my arm with a fake pout, " I guess not."

-- Today's the day I get out. There isn't much I can do with all this pent-up energy, just eager to get out of this stuffy place. The few times I've been thrown in here have been 'swell' but I can admit I will miss my little talks with Commander Sexy. Such a waste to have such a beautiful specimen wasted in this place. I was hoping to pick at his resolve and tie him to my cause but he is just damn stubborn. No matter, I'm sure our paths will cross again someday.

I bounce that damned ball against the wall again, waiting for my cue. Sunset becomes dark, and dark becomes way too late. I sit up in bed looking around. Maybe I'm too early? I stand up and look out the poor excuse of a window for any sign of my gang.

"Where are those idiots," I mumble to myself. My investigation is cut short by the damn squeaky door opening. I quickly lay back down, bouncing the ball as I await my favorite person. Even if it's a bad time, I'm always glad to catch those jeweled tusks.

I hear a group of people and the ringing of chains hitting the rocks on the ground. A cacophony of insults and cursing as a large group is tossed into a cage. I jump up, running for the bars to check what is going on. Before I can get a good look Commander Ireks blocks my view.

"Good evening," He greets with a triumphant grin. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened. For the first time since I've been here, I'm actually worried.

"You son of a bitch," I reach out to grab his shirt. He backs away with a chuckle.

"What? No handsome today," he teases. I don't like this look for him.

"I'm not finding you that appealing at the moment," I swing for another go at his shirt.

He laughs," Caught your escape plan, a bunch of bumbling idiots if you ask me."

"fuck you," I snarl," they are MY bumbling idiots!"

Irek's smile is so wide as he begins to walk away. I'm sure he feels like a million bucks right now, that won't do one bit.

"You know he is killing families," I shout," killing them on the streets like dogs!"

He pauses, glancing over his shoulder.

"He doesn't give a damn about his people if they can't fund his damn parties. How often do you hear noises from his room? A maid or two going missing, huh? Put it together you damn orc! He isn't worth this bloodshed," I nearly plead with him to pay attention. To actually get this through his head.

He grinds his teeth, glaring at me. I challenge him back, chin raised and ready for a fight. He doesn't give me the satisfaction, turning and walking away.

"That's right you run you coward," I bark out. My gang follows suit, yelling profanities and insults.

That son of a bitch

-- Today is the day. Not like before, today is the day I get sentenced. I can already feel the noose on my neck like an accursed necklace. When the guards come to grab me I can only put on a brave face. I'm paraded past my group still in their cell. They all try to reach out, shouting words of comfort to me.

The light is blinding as I'm in the summer heat. A group of wealthy aristocrats surround me as I'm marched to the platform ahead. Insults, curses, and even fruit are thrown at me. I just stand tall and walk ahead.

I slowly walk up the steps, meeting Commander Irek Fells with a stare that could kill a lesser man. He meets me with indifference. That bastard.

The hooded man guides me ahead, the noose hanging in front of me like death herself. I let out a shaky breath. It draped over my neck and I realize how utterly fucked I am. I have no tricks, no illusions, no one to save my hide. I look up at the king sitting up on his balcony like some sort of false god. I'm screwed.

Commander Ireks steps in front of me to give me my final words. I beat him to it with a snarl.

"Betray your people, to save your king. Little ass backward if you ask me," I spit. He says nothing as he steps beside me and turns to his king who begins to address his people.

The king rambles on about what a great job HE did, not his guards. The crowd eats it up like starving animals. I barely notice my hand being nudged as I try to block out these childish ramblings. I look down and see Ireks poking my hand with a wooden item. I grab it, him stepping a little ahead to block my hand. I start down at a weird angle to a whittled fish. It's cute, even painted like a salmon. Confused I look up to Commander Ireks who is still listening to the king, a small snarl trying to be hidden but his nose still curls.

Huh? Oh. OH!

A rush of hope and adrenaline fuels my blood. I dare say I'm giddy. That big lug, I definitely never doubted him. Nope, not one bit… ok maybe I tossed him aside in my mind like week-old fish. I mean, who could see this coming? Sure as hell not me. Don't get me wrong, I'm persuasive but he is stubborn.

I fight back the smile and admiration daring to cross my face. I sure hope he has a dynamite plan because I'm neck-deep in 'super fucked' right now. I have to look down as to not give anything away. I'm going to live! If it doesn't go well though, I will most certainly die. What a day to be alive.

The king finishes his speech with a roar of applause. I bite my cheek as tension consumes me. Handsome better be on my side or this fish is a cruel last moments gift. I hear the crowd go quiet as all attention is now on the gallows, the executioner making final adjustments. My heart is beating out my chest as I see him close the gap to the lever. Oh heaven, where art thou?

Ireks makes his way to the front of the gallows, ready to address the crowd. He unsheathes his sword and points it to the sky. The crowd murmurs with excitement. He lowers his sword to point at the king, a display the king meets with a confused distasteful look.

"A false god, a spoiled child," Ireks shouts to the king," You have shown your true colors behind your fancy doors"

The king stands," I don't find this charming, Ireks."

Ireks continues," You have lied to us all, flaunted your wealth as if you are untouchable."

The king points to the executioner," Begin the execution and guards, cease this Orc." I panic as the executioner lunges for the lever, it cracking slightly at the weight. He tries to pull it be it wedged just below the deck. The guards don't dare move.

"You may ask, what is a peasant to a king," Ireks says," but I say what's a king to a mob?"

The executioner clears the blockage and pulls the lever with a snarl toward me. My feet give way to the collapsing floor, weightless as I wait for the tight restriction of the rope. With a quick flourish, Ireks cuts the rope as my feet go past the wood support. I can barely scream as I fall past the floor and onto a less-than-comfy hay-covered carriage.

All hell breaks loose as I'm jerked around an open carriage being pulled by two horses. I can barely sit upright as we torpedo through town. I hear people shouting and screaming, clangs of metal as guards fight. I just get onto my belly as we pass out the gates. I look ahead to my saviors, a well-armored orc and one of my bumbling idiots.

"Trevor," I shout in glee. He turns and gives me a solute before focusing back on his task. I give a hearty laugh as I roll back onto my back.

The cart shakes as new weight is added to the back, I quickly look to my feet at the new guest. Ireks, pants as he settles into the back. His armor is in shambles, some parts missing and others greatly dented. He cradles his arm as he watches the kingdom get farther and farther away.

"You beautiful son of a bitch," I exclaim as I sit up. He turns to me with a tired grin.

"I've been called better things," he jokes. He slides over and helps remove the bindings and noose. I can't stop myself from jumping on him and kissing that big dumb face. He startles at the assault, wincing as I crush his wounded arm to his chest. Though he still finds the strength to hold me even closer and enjoy himself for what seems like the first time in his life.

"I believe you are the person I need to thank for saving my life," I rest my forehead against his. The eventful day takes its toll on us both as we finally take a breath.

"You have no idea how both difficult and easy it was to start a riot like that," He closes his eyes," I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. For right now, I earned a much-needed rest."

"That you did," I say as I guide him down to my lap. He rests his head on my thighs, being lulled by the rocking of the carriage. I lean against the wall and find myself just watching the sun over the field.

"I hope you know that there is no getting away from me now," I tease as I flick his ear. He grunts, cozying up to my stomach.

"so be it," He grumbles back. I smile and watch the passing landscape.

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Hello! It's been a while. This story is for reaching 2k followers! that's amazing, especially since I haven't written anything since 2021. I'm not back, this is just a Thank You story. Sorry, I couldn't get an NSFW one. Work has been ongoing. Either way, hope you enjoyed it!

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[bringthekaos]

Jayce never liked going to the undercity, specially the lower levels. It's wet, cold, dark, the air stings and the streets are dirty

But since his "reconciliation" with Viktor, going there feels like a escapade from the poster boy duties, a place where he can truly be himself again. And Viktor's lab feels exactly as how their own lab felt, back in their golden days, organized chaos, coffe, and sense of familiarity.

He is home

Ughhhhh I love this one so much.

Jayce hasn’t felt at home in Piltover for a long time; if you were to ask him when it stopped feeling like home, he can’t really pinpoint a time… he just knows the last time he felt truly at home, felt content and safe and happy, he was in the lab, working with Viktor.

And he’s tried, in the many years since Viktor’s banishment, to get it back—to recreate a home for himself. He talks to a therapist that encourages creature comforts, surrounding himself with things that bring him joy. But this is more of a hindrance than a help, because Jayce doesn’t really find comfort in things. But he tries it anyway—collecting stones and gemstones like he used to when he was a boy. But walking on the beach alone to seek them out just reminds him of the people that used to take those walks with him—his mother, Viktor.

He tries his mother’s old recipes, the ones that used to make him run down the stairs as a kid when he smelled them cooking. He tries listening to his father’s vinyl records, the ones that are so burned into Jayce’s mind that the walls of his boyhood home practically echo with it… but all any of this does is make him ache with nostalgia—yearn for the days when he was a carefree boy with nothing but homework and schoolyard crushes to trouble him. No one idolized him, no one expected the impossible of him. He didn’t have to earn love. It was freely given.

And he was just about to give up—accept that he was never going to feel at home anywhere ever again. Accept that home is an idealized concept, and… not meant for people like him, who once took it for granted.

That is, until those first few nights spent at Emberflit after his reconciliation with Viktor. Viktor built air filtration vents into every room, so the house has a crisp, almost sanitized smell to it, but… Jayce finds that he likes it. Loves it, even—it smells like steam and hot metal… like Viktor himself. He loves the weak light and how it makes the space feel small and intimate. He likes that never-ending hum and tick of Viktor’s gadgetry, the gurgle of chemicals boiling in their beakers. It becomes like a symphony to Jayce’s ears, and he finds that without it, he feels uneasy—the silence of his lab in Piltover made all the more foreign.

He knows this is ass-backwards, that he should not feel so at-ease down in the depths of a city that despises him, breathing moderately-filtered toxic air and writing on a busted old blackboard with repurposed chalk. But he does feel at-ease, he feels safe and comfortable in a way he hasn’t felt in years. And he’s actually kind of embarrassed that it took him this long to figure it out. Home was never a building, it was never a collection of polished stones shining in a windowsill. It was never warm meals or music-filled halls.

It was this. Working into the wee hours of the morning, and sharing a mug of cold coffee. Dozing in uncomfortable chairs to the sound of another’s voice. Passing notes back and forth and leaving ridiculous and sometimes wildly inappropriate doodles on the page before handing it back.

He feels stupid, only just now understanding the meaning behind the saying “home is where your heart is.” It’s been said so many times, but it always rang hollow, it never really clicked. But he gets it now. He may return to Piltover, he may spend whole months up there at a time, splitting his obligations between his lab, his apartment, the Academy, the Council chamber. But his heart resides at Emberflit Alley.

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Troubled Sleep

Moonlight filters through the window, the pale beams of light falling across the ceiling. Hadrian stares at them.

His head pulses, his back aches, and he has long lost any feeling in his right arm. His body begs him to change position, but he can't. You're sleeping nestled against his side with your arms around his neck, and Hadrian refuses to move.

You, however, have no such qualms. It starts as a soft moan, a barely there gasp of weakened air, and one of your hands tightening on his scalp. Hadrian looks down and sees your eyes briskly shifting beneath your closed eyelids. He feels your lips moving against his skin in voiceless words and sees the little crease at the center of your forehead as you frown.

He swallows a chuckle, fearing it'll wake you, and hugs you closer with a dumb smile on his face. Lord, but you look so endearing while you sleep. Hadrian wonders about the nature of your dream. He hopes you're somewhere you like, in a field of gold with the sun on your cheeks and freshly cut grass softening your footfalls. He hopes, selfishly, that you can still feel his arms wrapped around you, even in the depths of dreamland.

Most of all, Hadrian hopes you're not alone as you explore the vast plains of sleep.

But that's when you scream.

(...)

It is cold.

Alessa snuggles closer to you, her freezing feet seeking yours under the covers to try and steal your heat. You are always so much warmer than her, Alessa would find it unjust if it wasn't so enjoyable to burrow some of it. She would often find herself grabbing at your arms, slipping her hands under your shirt so she could press her icy palms against your skin and, like a leech, or a parasite, steal what heat she could.

She does not understand how you do not find it annoying, but you do not. You only smile and make a foolish joke but allow her. Alessa ducks under your arm to flatten her chest against yours, cracking her eyes open to see your face only inches away from hers.

You look peaceful, sleeping soundlessly, and she cannot resist the fond smile that graces her lips. Alessa leans in to softly brush her lips on your chin, delighting too, in the warmth she finds there. 'Tis near impossible to stay away from you. Alessa does not like to admit it, nor will she ever tell you so, but if life allowed it, she would kiss every inch of your skin.

She smiles again, safe in the shadows of night, and moves to press another lingering kiss on the side of your jaw when suddenly, you jerk your head away.

(...)

He has memorized the pattern of your breathing.

Your chest moves up and down, just barely, while soft air drifts in and out of your parted lips. The Pirate watches as moonlight comes to kiss the ends of your eyelashes and paints white stripes down the side of your body, laying over the red duvet of his bed.

Your ribs expand again...

And The Pirate knows instinctively when your next exhale will be.

In and out. His own eyelids feel heavy, but sleep doesn't claim him yet. Perhaps it lacks interest in him, or maybe he fights it without noticing, but as his ship sways from side to side, following the eternal pattern of the waves, the Pirate sways too in lands far away.

Lands made of memories.

Your head rests on his shoulder while his left hand cradles your hip. He likes to play with the bone there, maimed thumb sweeping around mindlessly. He dreams while awake, thinking of the past, wondering for the future, but just as absently as he touches you, so does he silently counts your breathing.

In.

Out.

He sees seas touched by an orange sun and islands with names lost to memory. In. Your breasts push against his side, and your hand draped over his chest twitches the slightest bit. Out. You move your leg, and feels your lips mouthing at the skin over his heart.

In.

The Pirate wonders if he's really awake, for the visions look so real. Maybe he sleeps and dreams that he's awake. Maybe his eyes closed long ago, but he thinks they’re open. Maybe he—

Out.

He expects to feel your breath washing over his heart again, but he doesn't. You don't exhale.

(...)

"Hm."

A faint groan to her right.

Yellow eyes shift to the side, and Neia watches something else. You're laying on your back, tucked inside your sleeping bag and covered in heavy furs. But from between the mess of cloth and fur, Neia can see your face peeking out. You're frowning, lips pressed together, cheeks flushed not by the cold but whatever is making sweat gather on your forehead.

A scarred lip twists in a snarl.

Neia rolls her shoulders, irritation sparking under her skin. She's wide awake now. It'll take some time before she can slip back into a trance. She looks up and notes that the night is still deep, so daybreak is far away. Her snarl grows until she can feel her scar pulling on the skin of her cheek.

"No."

Neia closes her eyes and takes a deep inhale. Shut up.

"To hell with you," you mumble.

Very slowly, Neia turns her head towards you, but the fire growing in her veins vanishes when she sees that you're not talking to her. You still sleep, your brows pushed together now, and sweat dripping down your cheeks. "Go to hell."

Your voice is rough and brave, but it shakes, and Neia knows that sound too well. It's fear. Absolute, bone-deep fear.

She cocks her chin, forgetting the road for a moment to study you. You twist your head left and right, and one of your hands leaves the warmth of your cocoon to clench at the blankets. "No, stop. Stop!" You don't yell, not really, but Neia knows you must be screaming in your dream.

Or your nightmare. For she does not doubt that this is what you face. A night terror.

Neia looks away, inhaling once again. She doesn't care, she just wants you to be quiet so she can finish the watch. She doesn't fucking care.

But her hands grip her sword so hard that the pain has her looking down with a frown. A frown that deepens when she hears you whining again. "Lord's sake," she roughs out. Neia glances at you and sees you grimacing, an absolute despaired look on your face.

She looks away.

Her snarl is so deep, it hurts too.

"Please."

Neia closes her eyes.

"Please, I—"

"To hell with it," Neia spits as she gets up.

(...)

The entire pieces are available on Patreon!

Haunted — Hadrian & Alessa

Nightmare — Alain & Ysabella

Pulled From the Depths — The Pirate King & Neia

Worry Trambles Denial — Lance & Rafael

[kamreadsandrecs]

Title: Stars of Chaos (Sha Po Lang), Vol. 2

Author: priest

Genre/s: danmei, historical, alternate history, steampunk

Content/Trigger Warning/s: war, death, depictions of chronic illness and implied mental instability

Summary (from publisher's website): Four years ago, Chang Geng and Gu Yun parted in anger. When fate draws them together again, Chang Geng, a once-awkward teen, is now an elegant and adroit young man.

But storms lie ahead. As Great Liang faces foreign pressure from without, Gu Yun finds himself embroiled in turmoil within the imperial court. Meanwhile, as the curse in Chang Geng’s blood grows, his feelings for his godfather become more painful to subdue by the day. How much longer can he keep Gu Yun from learning his secret…and what will happen when he can hide it no more?

Buy Here: https://bookshop.org/p/books/stars-of-chaos-sha-po-lang-novel-vol-2/18879407

Spoiler-Free Review: This was a DELIGHT! The stakes are so much higher now than they were before - both in terms of world events, and the relationship between Gu Yun and Chang Geng.

First, on the happy(?) couple: they are not happy. At all. In fact, they are VERY confused, ESPECIALLY about their own feelings, and it is simultaneously hilarious and DELIGHTFULLY frustrating. Gu Yun is ESPECIALLY guilty of this, as Chang Geng seems to understand his own emotions much better than he did in the first volume. The trouble with Chang Geng is that he has the wu’ergu to deal with, and so frequently has to tamp down his feelings lest they get out of hand - which is certainly NOT helped by Gu Yun having the emotional comprehension of a toddler when anything concerns Chang Geng. This means that he has a tendency to miscommunicate with Chang Geng, who THEN interprets Gu Yun’s statements entirely differently.

This stands in direct contrast to the way they work together during a crisis. Whenever something dangerous or deadly happens, they are in near-perfect synch. Gu Yun stands up front as the feared and revered Marquis of Anding, leader of the Black Iron Battalion, while Chang Geng acts in the background as the mild-mannered, seemingly innocuous Prince Yanbei, using his knowledge and carefully cultivated connections in the jianghu to ensure that any and all of Gu Yun’s plans succeed. Chang Geng’s almost uncanny ability to know what Gu Yun will do next (something that unnerves even Gu Yun himself), and Gu Yun’s own trust and faith in Chang Geng, make this partnership work, as two major events near the beginning and near the end of this volume show.

While Gu Yun and Chang Geng’s interactions are thoroughly entertaining, the events that happen around them and push them to work together are just as fascinating, and really show off the worldbuilding the author is capable of. While there was plenty of steampunk imagery in the previous volume, there is even more of that in this volume, with larger and deadlier machines coming into play, especially towards the latter end of this volume. Interestingly, the consequences are brought sharply into view as well, with the use of the farming machines mentioned in the previous volume playing a key role in the events of the first half of this volume.

There are also clear parallels drawn to actual Chinese history: specifically, that period in history when European colonial powers were racing against each other to “open” China to trade with the West. The author appears to be trying a kind of “what if?” scenario with this series, playing around with the events of actual history and filtering it all through a steampunk lens. And so far, the author seems to be handling it very well, though whether or not Great Liang’s own colonial push in the lands of the “barbarian” tribespeople will be addressed remains to be seen.

Overall, this volume more than lives up to the promise of its predecessor. It progresses the relationship between Gu Yun and Chang Geng in a way that’s supremely entertaining, while also incorporating the progress of said relationship with the events of the wider world they inhabit. With events ending on a bit of a cliffhanger in this volume, I’m definitely looking forward to seeing what happens in the third volume once I get my hands on it.

Rating: five iron arrows

[writerswho]

Morticia takes in the scene before her, trying not to regret the choices she has made in her life. Gomez is sitting at the foot of the stairs, a wound on his chest staining his clothes and everything around him with blood, Larissa is next to him, just as dirty, a dagger lying at her feet. Pugsley and Wednesday watch from their places beside their mother. The boy worried, the girl amazed.

Morticia sighs deeply and asks her children to go to their rooms, Wednesday complains and says that she wants to hear their cries, Morticia assures her that she will be able to hear them from her room, this makes the girl smile. She grabs her stunned brother's arm and drags him upstairs, not caring about stepping in the blood. Her bloody footprints paint the stairs to the top. 

“An hour,” Morticia says as the children disappear upstairs. “I left you two alone for an hour!” She tries to control her voice, but it is impossible. Morticia doesn't like to shout, but there are times, like this, when she feels she has to.

Larissa and Gomez exchange glances, their married expressions resembling those of a mischievous child afraid of being scolded. Gomez swallows dryly and attempts a smile that looks more like a grimace of discomfort than anything else, “Cara mia…” he begins, charming as always, but Morticia's sharp gaze kills any excuse he might have thought of. 

“Would you believe me if I said this is cranberry juice?” Larissa regrets her words as soon as they leave her mouth. Morticia's eyes fall on Larissa, who is silently praying to anyone who will hear her. The woman in black does not move, does not speak, just stares at them in a silence that consumes their souls. Morticia takes another deep breath, and they can see her breathing against the cold air of the mansion, or she is literally fuming. Either way, they feel a shiver run down their spines and a fear for their lives of an intensity they have never felt before. 

“Do not insult my intelligence,” her voice echoes heavily through the walls of the mansion. Morticia is cross, and that makes Gomez and Larissa's bones quiver. A cross Morticia is a very, very dangerous thing, even Wednesday knows that.

In an act of fear and basic survival instinct, Larissa and Gomez share a look one last time before one stabs the other in the back. The short man recounts the events that led up to that moment, blaming solely and exclusively the taller woman, who tells her side of the story, blaming him for everything, especially his own wound. Any other person might have trouble understanding what they were saying, not only because of the speed with which they spewed out the information, but also because they insisted on speaking together, shouting in a failed attempt to choke out the other's voice. Morticia, however, was no stranger to filtering, analyzing, and understanding everything that came out of their mouths. 

Larissa was trying to work and Gomez felt lonely and abandoned, and even when their wife repeated that Morticia and the children would not be long in coming, their husband, being an incorrigible dramatic, did not stop whining in the blonde's ear, whose irritation with work had already taken all her patience, leaving nothing for the man. 

“I had work to do, and he wouldn't shut up!” Larissa squealed in a mixture of desperation and irritation.  

“All I wanted was a little love and affection!” Gomez wails dramatically. 

“Did you have to stab him?” chides Morticia. 

“You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.” 

“What did he say?” 

“He said, ʽwhat are you going to do, stab me?ʼ” 

“To be fair," Gomez interjects, “I would have stabbed me, too."

Morticia falls silent again, there are days like this when she wonders what she was thinking when she agreed to marry the two biggest idiots in the world. The answer, of course, is that she loves them, idiots or not, with all her heart. The woman with the long black hair glances at her husband once more, studying his wound from which no more blood is coming, she very much doubts that her wife has managed to do any permanent damage, the Addams Family curse would never allow it. 

Morticia examines the surroundings, the amount of blood on the floor is alarming at first, but she knows her husband and how he likes to dramatize everything, even a superficial cut, and although this makes no sense, it makes perfect sense to an Addams. Then her eyes fall on poor Bruno, sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs, his white fur dyed crimson. 

“You two will clean up all this blood,” she commands. “And bathe Bruno.” Her spouses open their mouths to speak, but soon close them under their wife's gaze. 

In silence, they decide that cleaning up some blood and giving a polar-bearskin rug a bath is easier and less dangerous than provoking Morticia even more, although Bruno really wasn't happy about having to take a bath at all, and has bitten Gomez at least six times. Still, it was definitely the safer choice. 

[lunaria1]

My Mk OC

This is my own original character for the Mortal Kombat franchise! Mostly to be used in the new MK1 game but can be used in the previous games and movies as well but with some obvious changes.

Name: Lunaria

Species/Purpose: Goddess of time and creation 

Age: Thousand of years old

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Very much without a filter- she says what she thinks unless she knows it's offensive( for example she won’t say the N word or any type of slur no matter what). She does sometimes appear naive especially when it comes to earthrealm customs but she is still smart, just doesn’t show it off. She’s also very forgiving and will give people a second chance if they deserve it and will always fact check everything and see both sides of the story. 

Time powers: She can travel through time and different timelines as well as getting visions from the past, present or future if it will help the current situation/timeline. 

Creation powers: She can create anything that she wants as long as it doesn’t disturb the timeline and has some sort of purpose in it. For example she can cure tarkat but she won’t because it would disturb the timeline but she can create weapons for Scorpion’s clan. 

Weaknesses: As mentioned before she can't create things that will disturb the timeline. That isn't something that is a choice that she made- she literally can't. Her body and mind won't let her no matter how hard she tries to. She also gets nausea, dizzy and sometimes even sick if she uses her powers too much. The severity of the sickness will vary depending on how much strain she's putting her body through. Despite being immortal she can still get injured and temporarily die but she will always get back up again. The only way for her to die permanently would be for her to give up her powers and for someone to take her place.

Relationship with some characters

Liu Kang: She sees him as a friend and as the only person that can understand her struggles. When he was creating the new timeline she helped him in any way that she could. She respects him a lot and despite not always understanding his decisions she doesn’t question them. 

Raiden: Respects him and sees him as a friend. She understands why Liu chose him as champion and sees a lot of potential in him. 

Kung Loa: Finds his cockiness infuriating and has hit him on the head multiple times because of that. Though she tolerates him for Raiden’s and Liu’s sake. 

Tomas/Smoke: She sees him as someone that can be sweet and deadly at the same time. She likes spending time with him and is someone that will listen to his troubles no matter how small or big they are. She does feel horrible about what happened to him and wishes she could have stopped it.

Kauai Liang/Scorpion: She respects him a lot and acts almost like a mentor to him so that he can become a great grandmaster and so that his clan is strong enough for the upcoming war against Bi-han. She’s beyond happy about his marriage to Harumi but is worried because of what happened in previous timelines. 

Bi-han/ Sub-zero: As much as she wishes to hate him she can’t. She really wants to understand why he did what he did and still has hope for him. She’s curious and weirdly drawn towards him and she can’t explain why that is. She wants him to be good again for everyone’s sake. 

Johnny: She finds him entertaining and someone that won’t judge her for being silly. She goes to him first whenever she’s confused about Earthrealm customs and she’s interested to see his movies and how they were filmed. 

Kenshi: Respects him and sees him as a friend. She feels terrible about what happened to him and wishes that she could bring his eyesight back. 

Baraka: She treats him with respect and kindness and doesn’t see him as a monster because of Tarkat. She wishes that she could give him and the others the cure for tarkat. 

Syzoth/Reptile: Feels terrible about what happened to his family but is glad that he decided to join them. Same with Baraka she doesn’t judge him because of his species. 

Shang Tsung: Absolutely hates him and doesn’t see any hope for him in any timeline. She will gladly watch him die but she has to give him credit that he can be very convincing when he wants to be. 

Quan Chi: Same as Shang Tsung- she absolutely hates him. Arguably even more than Shang Tsung because of the things that he did to Hanzo and the Lin Quei in past timelines. 

Geras: She respects him and understands the burden that is on his shoulders because of the fact that he’s the protector of the hourglass and now has to look over multiple timelines so that the Armageddon event doesn’t repeat itself. 

Sindel: Definitely prefers this Sindel to the others and has way more respect for her here. There are certain choices that she doesn’t agree with such as the whole incident with Li Mei and Tarkatans but she knows that Sindel is trying to be a good empress. 

Kitana: Also respects her and tries to help her now that she’s in charge of the castle’s army. She does however worry about her and Raiden’s potential relationship. She has a feeling that they like each other but she’s worried that despite Raiden being better in this timeline, he will end up hurting her in one way or another. 

Mileena: She believes that she will be an amazing Empress, maybe an even better one than her mother was. She does feel that her tarkat may get in the way sooner or later and the same with Baraka feels terrible that she’s not able to give them a cure for it. 

Tanya: She respects her as a person and an Umgadi. She also approves of her relationship with Mileena but is worried that keeping it a secret isn’t the best idea but at the same time making it public also wouldn’t be a good idea. 

General Shoa: Better than his previous versions but still not good enough for her to even respect him. Doesn’t hate him as much as Shang Tsung and Quan Chi but still hates him a lot. 

Reiko: Doesn’t really have much of an opinion on this version of him. In her eyes he’s just blindly following his leader so she can’t really dislike him for that. 

Havik: Again doesn’t have much of an opinion on him but his plan to destroy Siedo and making Rain destroy it didn’t leave a good feeling in her stomach. Though she is willing to try to understand his point of view and why he did what he did even if she knows that it was wrong. 

Rain:  She doesn’t forgive him for what he has done but she doesn’t hate him. She can see that he regrets his choices/actions a lot and that he is willing to do anything to earn Mileena’s forgiveness. She hopes that one day he’ll be able to live a better life and not be tempted again by ambition. 

Nitara: She does feel sympathy about how her species is treated and the hunger that they have to face. She doesn’t agree with that whole breeding people in order to feed fiasco but she knows that she can’t interfier. 

Ashra: Feels happy that she was able to escape Quan Chi and to free Sareena from him too and being reunited. She does hope that one day she’ll achieve absolution though she does fear that she may misjudged some people because of the fact that her Kriss can sense evil in people- because of that Luna fears that Ashra may misjudge someone just because they have some evil in them despite everyone having a wicked side to them. 

Ermac: Seeing as he’s multiple souls in one body Lunaria can’t possibly judge him and have one opinion on him but the souls inside of him, which she can’t do because she hasn’t met them all and there’s too many of them to possibly keep track of. 

Li Mei: Respects her a lot and doesn’t understand why the royal family blamed her for Jerrod’s death without actually doing some sort of investigation first so that they knew they were punishing the right person. She is happy that she’s finally on good terms with the royal family and that she’s more at peace than she was before. 

Backstory: She doesn’t know if she was created or if she was born but she doesn’t particularly care. She lives in her little pocket dimension called the Inbetween because it's’ between all of the realms. She stays there in hibernation and only wakes up/leaves when she’s needed. No one knows about her pocket dimension and she won’t tell anyone. She is very lonely and wants company but she doesn’t let herself get attached to anyone since she will have to leave them eventually. She doesn’t even know what love feels like which is ironic since she can see when others are in love with each other. When it's time for her to leave she makes people forget about her using her time powers so that no one would go looking for her. It pains her to do that since it shows that she can’t have anything good for herself but there’s nothing that she can do about it. She doesn’t want to break the rules in fear of something bad happening. Her dimension doesn’t feel like home to her but she can’t live somewhere else. She also is immortal and the only way she can die is by killing herself; no one else can kill her but they can slow her down and injure her normally. 

[kaylatechheart]

Bathbomb Trinity Redesigns (Adoptables)

I made redesigns to my one time OCs that I made for a Deviantart Badge thing back then, and I'm very proud on how much of a glow up it has turned out. I decided to remake them so it be in a better condition for friend @Blacksun98 to work with. As well as providing and helping info that they would want for these characters, the info will be provided below. So hope you guys like it! Note: These guys takes place in a different city but within the same PPG universe area. Old Designs: https://www.deviantart.com/kaylatechheart/art/BathBomb-Trinity-Sketch-846257627

Bathbomb Trinity now owned by: @Blacksun98 PPG is owned by: Craig McCracken

Bathbomb Trinity Info: Ingredients: Shampoo, Soap, and Conditioner + Chemical H

Ages: All 8 - 10 Years Old (Around 9 current time) Species: Neko Fish (They are not Catfish lol)

Shayla:

INFO

Shayla, a very outgoing and chaotic girl who enjoys being the center of attention and within the spotlight of others, whether in a positive or negative way. She's often very brash but straight forward towards others, and will not be afraid to be hesitant to express her feelings and thoughts. Often or not this can hurt someone else's feelings due to lack of awareness or lack of filter, but because of that other people are able to understand her better as a person and her intentions are pretty predictable to anyone's knowledge.

With her being very expressive, it's not hard to tell how she feels within that moment, making her feelings easily readable, so when it comes to her trying to hide how she's feeling it can't fool anyone. She's also known to be hypocritical with her actions when calling out on others, though that makes it easier for her to identify other people's true intentions a lot more faster if she ever notices.

Although she's not your typical "good girl" she's not inherently a "bad kid" either. She's more much a wild card and has her handful of fair share of naughty moments, hence getting into a lot of trouble. She often likes to tease her brothers a lot, especially Connor as he is not outspoken as Sean, though if she goes too far with her actions she would feel very bad and terrible about it. She might not be the best sister but tries to be a good one at least.

Shayla often wishes she have a sister as she felt left out, being the only girl in the group her interests are sometimes far different from her and her brothers leaving her very few to talk about with them. She sometimes wishes that her brothers are either girls or that she is a boy herself so she wouldn't feel so drifted from them. Funny enough its the only thing about herself she never revealed as she wishes to keep at least one insecurity to herself for once. OTHER INFO

Has a pearl that can see all that's happening in the current time (within the vicinity of the city). It is used as their version of the "Hotline" and not a phone like the PPG, the pearl also glows upon a bad event that has happened within the city. It has an active ability as well that shows 5-10 seconds in the future, but only triggered when a life threatening situation occurs. (Meaning Shayla cannot trigger that ability herself, it has to happen on its own)

Loves a lot of Seafood, mostly fish meat related though or squid but she can eat other foods.

Surprisingly she's not a picky eater and will eat anything on the table unlike Sean. The food will have to be so bad for her to dislike it.

Is pan when she's older.

Has a good relationship with their parent, decent with Connor, but bickers head to toe with Sean. But she still loves Sean regardless, and sometimes even enjoy his company if they aren't fighting.

Secretly jealous of Sean's and Connor's brotherly bond, hopefully have something similar if she had a sister, or maybe with them as well.

Her signature color is Sandy Yellow, her main ingredient being Shampoo.

Since Sean doesn't hang out with her as much, usually she hangs out with Connor.

Is a decent swimmer, however is a really good listener from far away due to the lack of fluff in her ears.

Despite her and her brothers are all spoiled and loved, she has more toys and trinkets in her room than her brothers, though no worries its not out of favoritism, she just asks for much though understands if she cannot get said item (even if she is upset about it).

Her hobbies consist of reading (mostly comics), playing with toys, stuffed animals, doing outdoor activities (mostly be reckless), arts and crafts, watch TV and play video games. (She doesn't really play board games as it boring to her as it has no action to it) Connor: INFO Connor, a meek and soft spoken child, he is a shy and nervous little boy, often times spoke in a quiet and polite manner. Very sweet to others, though is very unconfident about his leadership skills, and himself as a person. Despite his 2 other outspoken, rowdy siblings of his, somehow he's is the self proclaimed leader of the group. Reason of that being his persona changes 180 when being under pressure, being able to successfully lead and get him and his siblings into formation and work through with his plans and save civilians and innocent bystanders successfully. Though kind, Connor is very smart and is not naïve towards people's bad intentions. An attempt in the past was made by him to switch his leader position to Sean and Shayla when his anxiety filled thoughts of responsibility as a leader peaked through the roof. It was proven both was unable to keep calm under pressure when put in a stressful and potentially life threatening situation, and then the group eventually realized Connor is the better option as a leader. Some believe that this sudden persona change from Connor is due to his survival responses kicking in, being in flight or fight mode. Due to his nature of being pretty much full of worry and anxiety filled. OTHER INFO

Obtains a trident that can summon lightning, water beams at will, can also give a fly boost during in a water setting or rain.

Enjoys Sea Plants as food, though does eat Seafood (Fish and Crabs and etc) and many other things.

Is bi when older but more straight leaning.

Has a good relationship with his parent and both siblings, and gets along with them pretty well.

His signature color is Seaweed Green and main ingredient being Conditioner.

Is a very good swimmer, due to his tail being sharp and slick.

His hobby consists of reading (mostly comics and novels), playing toys and hugging stuffed animals, knitting, watching TV and play board games or video games. Sean: INFO Sean, a very laidback and chill guy often enjoys things that are within the moment with no rushes or anything. Although is nice, often gets annoyed pretty easily and has a very short temper due to unable to convey of show emotions well or correctly. And even goes as far as to hide their emotions to not cause any disturbance, but only within his convivence as he doesn't have to deal with more things. Because of that he often butt heads with his sister, who they pretty much disagree on a lot of things with each other. Though despite that, Sean is very overprotective of his siblings and would do anything to protect them, whilst being the "oldest" he often has rational thinking and a clear head to make very important decisions, even have a good planning systems as well and take his time on thinking about it. However the drawback comes with being unable to think under pure pressure, when Connor attempts to give away his leadership title to him at the first time when he felt inadequate at being a leader. This ended up being a disaster when Sean had a panic attack trying to think his plan at a fast and quick pace which he wasn't used to. Sean often times can be seen as "cold hearted" or "emotionless" by strangers when in reality he doesn't know what to feel around them, hence a lot of other kids tend to be slightly afraid of them. Sean often feels insecure about his tail, as it was born defective, making him unable to swim properly, despite him and his siblings are born to swim, making him swim way more slower than the others. As well as how his tail looks. Often or not in dire situations, him swimming pretty slow had almost got him killed hence needing assistance from Connor to use his ability to cling onto him and swim away faster. He wishes he can swim like the others normally. OTHER INFO

Has a Conch Shell that can play music, summon a help call to alert his siblings, as well as summoning sea creatures to aid him and bubble rings to float but with a limit of 5 mins. It can also blow normal bubbles as well.

Enjoys Seafood, but specifically crustaceans such as shrimp, crab lobster and etc. Can eat other variants of seafood and other food items, he just prefers those mostly.

Is a very picker eater, but that's due to taste and sometimes sensory issues. (EX Pineapple stings their tongue and injures them)

Despite loving both siblings, he enjoys Connor's company more. Sometimes secretly wishes Shayla not being there when they are talking something they all like, and only wants Connor's company. Honestly, he even feels bad for even thinking that and never reveals that truth to any of his siblings.

Is gay when he's older, he at first thought it was because his experience with Connor and Shayla made it like this, but in reality he genuinely likes guys.

Has a good relationship with parent and Connor except Shayla. While Shayla sometimes enjoy his company, Sean really doesn't with her. Making the company with the both of them one sided. However masks the truth of it as he at least loves her enough to see her happy. He loves both of his siblings, but has heavy favoritism with Connor.

His signature color is Ocean Blue, his main ingredient being Soap. Funny enough the soap was heavily chipped off, maybe that was the result of the tail being chipped as well.

Is a bad swimmer, and although can hear far, doesn't has as sensitive ears as the others.

His hobby consists of sketching, reading (novel and manga but comics if Connor ever shows them) and puzzles. Especially the 3D puzzles. Sometimes plays board games with Connor or normal video games and even watch TV with him.

[conduitandconjurer]

🙌

Send 🙌 to put your hands around my muse's neck.

Klaus is no stranger to roughhousing; he has five male siblings with varying degrees of trauma, after all, and Allison is a bruiser in her own right. The Hargreeves family itself is really one big bruise, sometimes from the proverbial tumble off the bike, and sometimes from things darker and more dire.

So, when a sibling lays hands on him, he's hasty to tolerate, even oblige. And despite his pretense of machismo, Diego is, always has been, among Klaus's safer brothers.

"Hurk--okay. Okay okay okay, asshole."

He squeaks a laugh, a shared laugh with his brother.

But today, in the space of a few seconds, something hits different.

He looks down at his brother's black-gloved hand, bangs in his eyes, tawnier than usual, a half shade lighter than the deep chestnut of his mother and generations of family he suspects he'll never know. Something about the futility of that, of so many things he's suffered through with little gain and even less understanding, burns like a lit flare cracked alight, in his gut. Not belonging is hard, especially when it's pervasive. When you're stuck between states, straddling selves and even whole dimensions. He cherishes the immortality; he also hates it. And everyone thinks he's "overcome" all that, because of one night in a cemetary with his monster of a father. No one checked in on Klaus; no one challenged his poor judgment with the Reginald of the kugelblitz; they used to try, but many years ago. Maybe his addictions were in some way a welcome exemption from accountability, for his sister and brothers, his many friends and rehab counselors, his countless (living) lovers, his parents (all three of them): 'Klaus is still Klaus; what can you do, he'll never step up; not unless we threaten him or gorge him with guilt.

Just more trouble than you're worth.

Klaus squirms. "O-kay," he cajoles, a little louder, as these thoughts pour out in a steady leak from some sealed jar shoved far back in his mind.

Patting Diego's hand, "Okay, Deeg, Jesus--!"

He's just shitting around with you; it's just Diego; calm down, stop being trouble--

He's an image in an old slide projector, jammed in the middle of transition. At home neither with the living nor the dead, ears pricked (against his will) to the unquiet of spirits similarly stuck, alienated deeply by knowing no one can hear the same thing, and even if they believe you, they look on you with exasperation or worse, concern. Every so often Klaus tries to shed a skin, or molt, or whatever the analogy may be, in the hope that peeling back who he has tried to be for two or three or ten years will finally reveal the version of himself who is completely at peace.

Or at least someone better. Someone people don't feel free to lay their hands on. People. Siblings.

I need to get a haircut. Yeah.

Every so often, Klaus runs.

And yet--

"You're HURTING ME!!"

The volume with which he snarls this--and the bile--is impressive. One blink-and-you'll-miss-it gesture, and he's loose, arms up, hands blazing teal, eyes, chest--the entire room floods with ghosts as that leak in his mind becomes a broken levee.

The expression on his face is terrifying, uncanny like an AI filter or poor drawing. Klaus isn't meant to look that fearful, animal, and angry. But he does.

"Fuckin HELL, man! JESUS! Could you take it EASY?"

The room is still ashy blue-green, heavy with a fog of spirits. His heart is screaming in his chest. So loud, shut up.

[magicalhideoutengineer]

Queenie & Grindelwald

Crimes of Grindelwald:

Alison Sudol: It's not so lovely for Queenie in this film. She has trouble because she doesn't speak French. She's not good at languages period. She has trouble with Newt's accent, so forget about Paris. So she's kind of getting a lot of information that she can't filter through in the way that she does. She's like clogged up by all of these information that she can't process, which is also part of the reason why it's easy for Grindelwald to manipulate her, because her instincts are not functioning properly.

- Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald - Makers, Mysteries and Magic: Chapter 6

Dan Fogler: I feel like she also reads heart shockers. If your intention is pure, then it confuses her. Even if you're an evil bastard, if you're intention is pure, she's like, "Oh, this person means well."

Alison Sudol: It's true, there's a purity … because her gift hasn't been something that she has been taught to use. She hasn't been mentored. It is literally, "Queenie, stop reading my mind." She could be one of the great witches of her all time with this gift, but it's seen as a nuisance. So, if you don't have mentorship, and you're taught that something about you is wrong – and you aren't developing it, it's only just happening to you – then the discernment between a pure intention and a pure intention of harm, you know, is quite confusing if it muddles the senses. That's what we encounter in this with her.

- Snitchseeker

I was wondering, wouldn't Queenie have noticed the change in Graves [Grindelwald]' thinking even though he looked the same?

JK Rowling: Occlumency.

- Twitter

Mads Mikkelsen: If I offer a character that is under distress and frustrated, alone, a misfit, if I offer some comfort and an ear that would listen, it's a smart way to get you followers.

Alison Sudol: Absolutely. You sense vulnerability and you use it, and it was painful actually. I know that might sound strange, but any time you are put in a position where you need to look more deeply into yourself or into humanity to learn about someone, I think it's really positive, because it just brings more understanding into the human condition really.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Interview

Alison Sudol: She made the mistake of believing Grindelwald could offer a better alternative. He used her vulnerability to his advantage, telling her what she wanted to hear, meanwhile separating her from everyone and everything she loved. He understands people's base desires and he plays into them. That's why he's so dangerous. It's something that happens in the real world all the time, a trap that so many young people fall into. We are not taught how to converse with our desires, we're taught to suppress them to fit in. It takes the considerable power of owning our feelings away from us and leaves it up for grabs, makes us a target for manipulation.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Production Notes

Alison Sudol: At the end of the second film, we see Queenie make a pretty shocking decision, something that no one really expected. But if you follow through the film, if you really think about it, she was sort of in one unfortunate circumstance after another because of the way that the wizarding world operates and the prejudice. Really all she wants to do is just be with the person she loves. The narrow-mindedness of the world she lives in puts her into a really vulnerable position where somebody that's really manipulative can tell her what she wants to hear, and that's gonna have an impact.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Press Conference

Alison Sudol: Well, Grindelwald told her what she wanted to hear, didn’t he? I mean, anyone with a little power of observation could see that she was desperate to be with Jacob legitimately, which was a much bigger deal at that time than it is today. She would do anything to be able to be with him. And because of the restrictions by the wizarding world, the narrow mindedness, the prejudice towards non-magical people, she was vulnerable to anyone who would say it could be different. Grindelwald pretended to be sympathetic to non-magical people to get her on his side. If the wizarding world had been more open-minded, she never would’ve been in this situation.

- Bearpost

Alison Sudol: In the last film, a lot of people were shocked by what she did, but then, as I thought about more and more about what happens in that film, she's abandoned by the people that she loves, and her sister's not there, and she and Jacob are fighting, and Newt humiliates her, and she's also up against a huge amount of prejudice, and Grindelwald offers what seems like an alternative to a world that is broken and is not allowing her to be with the person she loves.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Interview

“Grindelwald actually sounds like he’s all for love — if you love a Muggle, you should be allowed to be with them, and you should be allowed to marry,” Fogler reveals. “But wizards, he feels, should be on a pedestal. This is very tantalizing to some.

- Entertainment Weekly

Dan Fogler: Dumbledore can say the same thing and so can Grindelwald in his heart. That's why it's so easy for her. She's like, "Wow, he really believes this, that this can happen." This utopia that he's promising with his silver tongue. But there's a part of him that it's for love. So it's very confusing, which makes for really complex, dramatic, great scenes to play. Really interesting subject matter. 

- Sensacine

JK Rowling: We watch him corrupt an innocent, and we see his immense seductive duplicities, gift for speech in the final scene where we really see the danger of the man. 

If we look at what he is saying and analyse it, it does fall apart. However, if you're not paying a lot of attention to the substance and the inherent contractions in what he's saying, it sounds very seductive, very plausible, and it can persuade people that you or I might consider good people.

- ChicagoSciFi

'He's also a bit flirty,' says Sudol. 'It's the age-old thing of the good girl getting swayed by the bad boy.'

- Lights, Camera, Magic!: The Making of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

Alison Sudol: Grindelwald is very skilled at reading people, at understanding when someone is vulnerable and what they need to hear, and he also sees a part of her that she hasn't accepted in herself, which is this extraordinary gift that she has. There's a power there and there's a pull. There's no doubt about it.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Interview

Alison Sudol: So she is scooped up by Grindelwald in easily the most vulnerable moment that she's had in her adult life. She has very little at this point left to go to, so she's not protected by anything in that moment and he comes in, and it's very interesting the way that Jo's done this. Basically, you think of a predator or an evil person, a bad person's gonna come in and they are gonna be like an ogre and horrible and being like killing kittens in front of you and you are gonna be able to see that they are evil, but the thing about Grindelwald is that he's a master manipulator. He's all things to everyone that they need, and that is why he is so dangerous, and to Queenie, he very quickly understands that the way to get to her is through her giant heart, which is very open and very sore, and he comes in, he's vulnerable to her and sort of appeals to her and also reacts to her gift, which is a gift of being able to read minds, but Queenie's never been told that it's a gift. She's always been shushed, and It's always been a frustration and an annoyance to the people around her, and here you have this very intriguing, mysterious man who sees her as this powerful woman, and also he's saying, "I want what you want. I want you be able to love freely." She's been rejected by Jacob; it's no wonder she gets swayed by Grindelwald.

- Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald - Makers, Mysteries and Magic: Chapter 6 & The Archive of Magic : The Film Wizardry of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

Poppy Corby-Tuech: I think this is the power of Grindelwald, that he doesn't... He could've poisoned her, he could've drugged her, he could've used a spell, but actually I think he trusted that she would come to him in a really natural way and it would come from hers as opposed to her being forced. That is really the way that he's persuading a lot of people to do his very dark things around and it's not through mind games or through torture. It's through the sheer power of the words. Obviously, there's manipulation at the intent of it, but it's like, "If we lay the breadcrumbs, they will come."

- Speakbeasty

David Heyman: I think the fact that even Queenie can go over is really significant. The fact is that for me, Grindelwald is a much scarier villain than Voldemort. Because Voldemort was pure evil. People follow Voldemort as much because of brute, his power and brute force than his power of persuasion. The thing about Grindelwald is he makes sense or he makes sense to people. He speaks to the needs that people have. He understands his audience and he gives them what they want to serve his own needs. So I understand Queenie who wants to be with Jacob but where the magical laws deny her that possibility. You can see why someone who tells her in his world, in the world that he will rule, that she will be able to have what she wants. You understand why she goes over.  And that makes it to me, Grindelwald is relevant. He speaks to today. But he's also, because history repeats itself, a timeless villain and I think he's incredibly scary.

- Empire Podcast

David Heyman: Grindelwald is to me a much scarier villain than Voldemort, because Grindelwald makes sense to certain people. Voldemort's power is fear and intimidation. As Callum said, Grindelwald seduces. As much as we may hate certain politicians because they do not speak our language, we have to understand that they are answering the needs and vulnerabilities and insecurities of others. Grindelwald is doing that. That's why Queenie goes over. He makes perfect sense. I understand why Queenie does what she does. I may hate it. I may not like it, it may make me sad, but yeah [it makes sense].

- Coup De Main

His eyes meet QUEENIE'S in the front row.

GRINDELWALD —and for love.

We pan across QUEENIE, now heart and soul his .. .

- Crimes of Grindelwald: The Original Screenplay

Secrets of Dumbledore:

Alison Sudol: Queenie made a choice to take marrying Jacob into her own hands in the second film, which set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events that ultimately left her vulnerable and alone. Ultimately, she made a choice to cross over to Grindelwald’s side. It was shocking for a lot of people, but she was wounded and reckless. There was a lot of chaos around that decision, and it happened in a split second. Now in this new film, things have calmed down and the sobering reality of the world that she now lives in has descended. It’s not a world that she fits into, but she’s had to assimilate. Grindelwald sees her as a valuable asset for her power to read minds, which puts her in an important position among Grindelwald’s minions. That doesn’t mean she’s safe. She’s navigating this as best as she can, and it’s intense!

- Bearpost

Alison Sudol: So at the start of this film, we find her in a world that is very different than any world she's ever been in before. She's also being utilised for this tremendous power that she has, that she's either had to hide in the past or she's been made feel guilty about, and there is something interesting about that, about a person who hasn't actually been able to live fully as who they are, and I think a lot of young woman can relate to that as well, of what happens when somebody sees that thing, that burning part of you that nobody else sees. It's a tricky, interesting position. We don't really know where she's really to go and who she is and how she's going to move forward, because she's at a point in her life where she has sort of two ways to go, but she's made a decision that you can't really just say to Gellert Grindelwald, "Sorry, I actually..." It's pretty creeping, so maybe she won't be able to get away or mabye she will. That's what her journey is now.

- Secrets of Dumbledore Press Conference

Alison Sudol: Grindelwald's on a mission to become the leader of the wizarding world by hooker, by crook. He's not the kind of guy that's gonna do it the right way. He's gonna do it the way that makes it happen, and earlier on, she observes him do something completely unthinkable and cruel, disgustingly cruel to an innocent creature for his own benefit, and it's shocking, and it's unclear what she's seen up until then, but I don't think it takes her very long to realise that she's dealing with seriously villainous people.

- ChicagoSciFi

Mads Mikkelsen: He's an odd man, because he picks some allies that he knows are not fully on his side. So there's a little game for him. He seems to take pleasure in manipulating people that he knows are not a believer of him. But obviously if you can turn them over completely, it's a win-win situation. If you can't, he will have a very fun and good time with them. But also it's an old saying, right? Keep your enemies very very tight, very close. But she's a fantastic tool as well. She has the ability to read people's minds, and that can come in very handy.

- ChicagoSciFi

Mads Mikkelsen: Oh, Grindelwald doesn’t trust her at all. But there’s something about Queenie—she can read other people’s minds, but she’s also a very bad liar at the same time. So, Grindelwald has a hunch he can trust her to the degree that she can’t lie straight to his face. And then, as was said before, both Dumbledore and Grindelwald have this tendency to manipulate people around them. The difference is that Grindelwald doesn’t mind people around him that could be dangerous for him. He finds it interesting. It’s a little game. Life becomes more interesting when you have people around you that might turn on you. It keeps him on his toes.

- Bearpost

[lexicorp]

Wendy very much likes dragons as you can probably tell, especially the serpentine variety most commonly depicted amongst Asian cultures; seeing them as symbols of grace, strength, and wealth

her gangs name is very much inspired by the TMNT's purple dragons

while Bowser typically denies humans into the koopa clan (tho there are few who pop up sometimes due to recommendation from trusted members or got thru the intense initiation), Wendy welcomes anyone and everyone equally

And basically just offers the question of "aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go ape shit?" To the oppressed masses

she still works with her adopted father but split off into her own group after realizing how much she does NOT like to be told what to do, and instead prefers being the one in control

she has a pretty neutral relationship with her brothers, although finding many of them strange. she does know how to filter herself but still often let her opinion be known. she finds BJ immature and petty, and although he holds potential she doesn't like to deal with his people pleasing tendencies. she doesn't mind Iggy but doesn't really know how to approach him most times, same with Lemmy, she finds him just a tad disturbing but likes being able to jus sick the boi on people at the same time lol. she simply feels morton and Larry need to branch off and not burden themselves with looking after their crazed brothers. she likes Roy and in her tough love way tries her best to encourage him to give less of a damn, which doesn't work really-

Ludwig is the one she works with the most, employing him for his work. she understands his behavior and takes little to no offense to his blunt, deadpan nature.

she is essentially a very independent, stubborn, and vain individual. she has her confidence and flamboyancy and although she acts aloof and all "I come before anyone else biches" attitude, she is very loyal to her gang, and family when they are in serious trouble

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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐏

This is the first part of my Gojo Satoru analysis, where I approach him using the MBTI system, in the second part I will be using enneagram to explain his character.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 ?

The acronym stands for Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, and it was constructed by Katharine Cook Briggs and her daughter, using as a reference the psychological types stated by Carl Jung. There is a common misconception about this system, people tend to refer to it as a personality theory when is actually a theory that tries to explain how people perceive the world and make decisions. MBTI is concerned with cognitive functions and how your brain is wired.

They classified the different functions as: perceiving functions (Si, Se, Ni, Ne) and judging functions (Fi, Fe, Ti, Te), coming up with sixteen different combinations to explain the reasoning of the human brain.

The consensus of Gojo’s MBTI is ENTP, which would make his cognitive function stack the following:

𝐍𝐞-𝐓𝐢-𝐅𝐞-𝐒𝐢

This stack is directly shadow-functioning Geto’s cognitive functions, meaning that where Gojo uses an extroverted function, Geto uses an introverted one.

♡ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐍𝐞) This is Gojo’s dominant function. This function notices patterns, symbols, and connections. It is concerned with the possibilities, often associated with brainstorming. Ne users may talk about a million things they want to do and not pursuing them; it is all part of the process to get the best idea.

♡ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓𝐢) This is Gojo’s Auxiliary function. This function seeks to understand ideas using a specific framework. They filter their ideas and try to reach up for the most rational and reasonable conclusion, ruling out other ideas before coming to their own conclusions.

♡ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐅𝐞) This is Gojo’s tertiary function. In most cases is either undeveloped or unhealthy. This function is concerned with harmony and caring, really people oriented and great at reading the emotions of others. In opposition to Fi, Fe users could have trouble identifying their own emotional needs or just directly ignoring them for the sake of harmony within the group.

♡ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐒𝐢) This is Gojo’s deficient function, meaning that it is the most neglected in opposition to the dominant function, which is used almost unconsciously. Si users approach the world through their understanding of the past and experience; they feel the best when living their life with an established routine and are highly traditional and organized (Nanami). While Ne thrives with exploring new possibilities and methods to get the best outcome, high Si users have a specific way to get the job done, following its steps almost ritually; they tend to believe the correct approach is the one it has been proved in the past.

                 Ne is all about trying to conceive and grasp the highest number of hypotheses in a specific situation, usually wandering from idea to idea. This tendency is crystal clear in Gojo, especially if we stop to see his teaching methods. He is usually accused of being too laid back or not serious enough for his job as a teacher. He has non-conventional ideas to teach his students, an example of this is when during his fight with Jogo, he thought to himself that it would be a wonderful way to explain about curses and domain expansion to Itadori.

Another example of this weird ways of approaching a subject is when he decides to make Itadori watch a bunch of movies in order to control his cursed energy. Gojo enjoys exploring ideas, even when they may seem ridiculous to the practical people around him.

ENTP’s are often known as devil advocates, mostly because they like to debate with people who can match him intellectually. They like picking apart arguments because it helps them to organize their thought process and to use their quick wit. Gojo is certainly someone who enjoys demonstrating his abilities, especially to his students; he has gained a reputation for being quite a ‘show-off’.

Gojo is a character who speaks his mind, alongside with an unique curiosity. His confidence and adaptability make him a charismatic person.

He does not value tradition unless it makes logical sense to him (lower Si). Gojo’s grudge towards the higher-ups in the Jujutsu world is a natural Ne response; he is skeptical and never trusted them. Conforming with established rules contradicts the nature of a high Ne user; Gojo hates the system he is in, so to be in peace with himself, he tries making little innovations with his methods (sometimes he straight up ignores the decision of the higher-ups). His skills in approaching the superiors gained Itadori the postponement of his execution, and when they tried to isolate him so they could kill his student, he found a way around it and stopped the hunt of Itadori for a little bit, that way he could train him enough to defend himself.

While Geto’s Te is more like a hammer in the sense that these users come with an idea and, even though they do think through it, their principal approach is to act upon it, to apply it; Gojo’s Ti is associated with a scalpel, surgical precision, these users try to come up with the most ideal and logical conclusion that serves perfectly within their mental framework; this resonates perfectly with Ne as a dominant function.

His domain expansion is the epitome of Ne-Ti combination. The infinite void consists in overwhelming the brain of his opponent by filling it with millions of ideas. It is stated that being in his domain for 0.2 seconds can cause someone severe brain damage for the amount of ideas they are presented with in such a short time.

During Geto’s crisis, we could see how Gojo’s Ti becomes confused by the actions of Geto (motivated by his Ni-Fi loop); Satoru could not rationalize why someone who believed in performing his duty of protecting the weak would commit to an action that is so irrational in relation to his preview’s principles. During their discussion, Geto does not even try to explain his reasoning (unhealthy Fi) and Gojo is left confused and hurt by the action of his best friend.

It has been implied that Gojo heavily relied on Geto’s moral compass when they were younger. Geto’s Fi is used as a guidance to him in situations involving morality. In general, Gojo’s Fe is undeveloped, so he trusts the logic he has incorporated in an individualized framework due to his vast skepticism (Ne-Ti). A proof of this characteristic is in his lack of empathy and little care for the harmony in his surroundings. Past Gojo does not care in preserving peace within his group, and he express his discontent with the duty of protecting the weak that has been given to him multiple times. Current Gojo, however, has a better developed Fe, probably related to becoming a teacher; now he has his students to care about, and an evidence of taking his responsibility of preserving harmony seriously is when, after he had to kill his best friend, he went back to his students to look out for them after being hurt and bruised during the battle, all this while acting like his normal self.

We get a glimpse of Gojo’s Ne-Fe loop the moment he discovers Amanai died: he asks Geto (his moral compass) if he should kill everyone in the Star Religious Group; Geto, who is a little more sane in that moment, says that it would not make sense to do so, to what Gojo answers if sense is really necessary; this is a proof of him ignoring his auxiliar Ti, if it were functioning properly, he would never allow himself to ignore the ‘sense’ of things.

At last, deficient Si in Gojo is extremely evident, his lack of self-discipline makes difficult to prioritize his time and energy effectively, with this in mind, we can see how they are more likely to let themselves be distracted, like it can be with a new idea. Gojo tends to get bored really easily, this due to his high Ne usage and the fact that he is incredibly powerful, so nothing can keep his attention for a long time; this is the total opposite for Si users, who crave routine and predictability.

𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

Myers–Briggs Type Indicator

The 8 Myers-Briggs (MBTI) Cognitive Functions: Your Personality, Explained

Jujutsu Kaisen Wiki

Gojo Satoru PDB

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐁. 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐳𝐚 𝐏. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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81. The Loop, by Ben Oliver

Owned: No, library Page count: 364 My summary: Luka Kane has spent two years in the Loop. He knows he will die here. Aged only sixteen, he is sentenced to death but able to delay it by taking part in medical experiments. When he turns eighteen, he will be transferred to a prison even worse...if he even survives that long. But when rumours of rebellion outside filter through to the prison, Luka’s world begins to change. Will he survive the trials of his new existence? Or will he become yet another corpse? My rating: 3/5 My commentary:

Well, this was an interesting one. I picked it up because of how intriguing the premise sounded - a young man sentenced to death, locked up in a hellish prison, denied human rights, and treated like the lowest of the low. He can delay his execution every six months if he agrees to have medical experiments performed on him, which are increasingly likely to be fatal. When he turns eighteen, he'll be sent to the Block, an even worse adult prison. Things are looking pretty bleak - fortunately for me, I really like depressing fiction! Yay? Anyway, I thought this was pretty good, but there was One Big Flaw keeping me from unequivocally enjoying it.

Our main character is Luka, a sixteen year old inmate of the Loop who has at this point been in there for two years. He's grown used to life in the Loop, as much as he hates it. His crime is ambiguous at first, and what actually got him sent to the Loop becomes a mystery solved only later in the novel, when the details come out. He's determined to survive no matter what, is empathetic with a dose of natural cynicism given his circumstances, and just wants to be safe alongside his loved ones. Overall, his voice is engaging, and he's a good window into this world. The rest of the characters, however...there are a lot of them, and I really had trouble remembering who was who and what all of their unique characteristics were. Understandable in a way - characters start dropping like flies after a certain point - but it meant that the only character I really had any feeling for was Luka, everyone else just felt a bit too one-note for me.

The setting of this book was really cool. In a dystopia way, obviously. Systemic inequality has split the world into Regulars, unmodified humans, and Alts, who can afford genetic engineering. There is very little work for Regulars, who have to struggle and fight for even the smallest luxuries. The world has merged into one nation, run by Happy, an AI who works on complete logic. Different Regions have different Overseers, humans who govern that Region. Oh, and everyone has cameras embedded into their heads that are recording memories. There's some neat ideas here; some are a little on the nose, like the camera thing, but that's part and parcel of the dystopian genre. Little details, like inmates having their energy painfully drained to power cities and their prison, are nightmarish, and each character's story of how they've been fucked over by the system are exaggerations of very real systemic problems in our society. It was well thought-through, and well-built.

So, what was my problem with it? For me, this book was suffering from a lack of focus. There was just so much going on that none of it was explored to a satisfactory level. Is this book about the injustices in society that led to these kids being imprisoned under sentence of death? Is it the dystopia outside? Is it about the apocalypse and genetic engineering for the purpose of eugenics? Is it about these kids and their character arcs? It's about all of these things and more, but the end result is that no one thing seems developed or focused on enough. As soon as one element seems like it's getting some focus, a new one is introduced and everything else is put on the backburner. I wish there was more about this world in general and the systemic injustices faced by the main characters. It was off to an good beginning; the fact that a lot of the kids are people of colour or disabled was an interesting touch, and the isolation and hopelessness of Luka's situation was emblematic of real abuses within the prison system. But then that got derailed by the eugenics apocalypse, which in itself got derailed by Luka questioning what is real and the governmental conspiracy that caused the infection. I wish the book had focused more on one thing, and left the others to develop naturally over the course of the series - like many YA novels, this is the first of a trilogy. Other than this, however, I thought that the book was really good! I just wish the focus was a little narrower.

Next, two boys are swept up in the horrors of the Holocaust.