#but it feels like they have in a way. it feels like they're somewhere. it feels like if i want it enough i will find them again

[luna-azzurra]

Enemies to Lovers (School Edition) Prompts

Detention Buddies From Hell (and Then... Not) ╰ Two students who cannot stand each other keep getting thrown into detention together. At first, it’s a war of eye-rolls and sarcastic muttering. But somewhere between graffiti cleaning and awkward silences, they start asking real questions. Like, “Why do you hate everyone?” and “Do you always talk this much when you’re nervous?”

Battle of the Group Projects ╰ They’ve been paired for a semester-long project. One’s a perfectionist who color-codes everything, the other’s a chaotic last-minute miracle worker. They clash. Hard. But during one all-nighter in the school library, they crack each other’s armor, and maybe laugh a little too long at each other’s jokes.

Hall Monitor vs. Chronic Rule-Breaker ╰ She takes her job way too seriously. He thinks rules are made to be creatively misinterpreted. He keeps getting caught. She keeps giving warnings instead of writing him up. And somewhere along the way, she starts waiting to catch him. And he starts hoping she will.

The Class President Debate Disaster ╰ They're both running for student body president. Both ambitious, sharp-tongued, and petty as hell. It starts with sabotage and anonymous posters. It ends with late-night texting about policy ideas and almost kissing in the janitor's closet after a heated debate.

Rival Babysitters Club (Yes, really) ╰ They both run babysitting gigs in the same neighborhood. Competition is fierce. Then they’re both hired by the same family for twins. Now they have to work together without murdering each other... while also baking dinosaur cupcakes and reading bedtime stories. They’re still arguing, but now it's while sharing Goldfish crackers.

Secret Pen Pals (With a Twist) ╰ Their teacher assigns anonymous weekly letters between students. They're supposed to “foster kindness and trust.” What it fosters is a connection that grows deeper each week. Neither knows they’re actually writing to the person they argue with constantly in class. Oh no. Oh yes.

Library Feud ╰ There’s only one free desk in the library, and they both claim it like clockwork. It starts with passive-aggressive note-leaving. Then competitive study playlists. Then “accidentally” sitting together during finals. Quiet enemies, quiet flirting, soft romance.

The Lab Partner From Hell ╰ They’re paired in chemistry. He’s lazy but brilliant. She’s organized but stressed. He teases. She glares. But somewhere between setting things on fire and saving each other from academic ruin, there’s a weird tension. And she’s not sure if the butterflies are from the Bunsen burner or him.

Theater Kids in a Love/Hate Spiral ╰ They both audition for the same lead. They both get it, because the director loves chaos. Cue over-the-top drama, stage fights that feel too real, and way too much time blocking scenes that require holding hands. And maybe... maybe they like it.

Enemies in the Comments Section ╰ They’re in the school’s digital journalism club. Both write opinion pieces. They always tear each other apart in anonymous comments. Turns out, they’re both also the last two at every meeting, working late and laughing a little too easily. Plot twist: they’ve been falling for each other offline while fighting online the whole time.

[dailykrusie]

how do you get the strength to persist at krusie in such a suselle world? (aka what are your thoughts on krusie)

First of all I want to say that I understand the appeal & popularity of Suselle & I'm looking forward to seeing how it develops in canon.

But it's pretty obvious that Noelle has... a specific thing she wants from Susie, if I can put it that way. They don't know each other that well. Noelle's crush has all the intensity & sweatiness that a gay teen crush deserves, and Susie's obliviousness to this is played for laughs (for now). I can see a lot of ways it could develop which would get me more invested but right now it feels one-sided. I do think this is a great storytelling move for Noelle as a character overall! It immediately makes her more complex before we know that much else about her, and it fits with everything we find out after. I have faith it will lead somewhere interesting, even if that isn't necessarily "romantic."

Meanwhile... Kris steps in front of Susie to save her at the end of Ch 1 with no input on our part, Susie returns the favor, and then they're friends.

They're so silly. They're eating moss together. They care about each other in such a straightforward and immediate way. I love how Susie plays off Kris despite us not getting to see a lot of their dialogue, you still get a great sense of their chemistry. Kris has comical underreactions and Susie has comical overreactions but they're somehow matching each other's energy??? The feeling of egging on your best friend to do something stupid... It's truly unparalleled....

Kris lets Susie push and pull them around a lot and doesn't seem to mind. She does "whatever she wants", which is also why Noelle likes her. She's a social outcast, just like Kris. This is the core of their friendship to me. Being a teenager can be so awful, and if your home life is bad and/or you have brain problems it's genuinely like being in hell. And finding another person your age who's weird and unpopular and has their own problems, who won't judge you, who you can just hang out with and crack stupid jokes, who makes you actually want to show up at school... That's real, and that's special.

[msbyslilbimbo]

something about going to a sleazy club on campus with your pining best friend!chigiri and getting a little tispy or a little high, just enough where you're dancing with a small group and there's little wolf whistles and cheers being tossed towards your way for yourself and your newly made friends.

and chigiri watches as he leans against one of the walls, as he always does, with a kind smile and possessive eyes as your hips sway, skirt swishing against your pretty thighs and head tossing back in enjoyment, blinding smile splayed on your face as you dance freely, not a care in the world.

chigiri could watch you forever, with the same hearts in his eyes while you live blissfully unaware of the rest of the world around you and only focusing on yourself; you're too good for this world, too good for the hungry eyes and juvenile smirks people send you when you're not looking. they don't know you like chigiri does, how good he could make you feel if you gave him the chance.

and yet-

"feel like i always see you two together."

a heavy arm tosses around chigiri's shoulder, making him snarl softly, interrupting his sentimental thoughts. when he looks over his shoulder to see who it is, he rolls his eyes. it's only karasu, an... acquaintance from the soccer team, and while chigiri can find it in himself to have some patience for the one they call "the assassin"-

"no shit. you two fuckin' or something?"

it's the other half of the duo who makes his skin crawl: otoya eita.

as always, karasu and otoya are at this party together, wearing expensive cologne and cheesy outfits chigiri is almost positive their moms bought them, karasu rocking a sleazy smirk and otoya, an eye glint of mischief that is disguised as adoration.

them together are terrible news.

chigiri shrugs his shoulder to try and jostle karasu off, to no avail, "can't you two mind your business? fucking creeps."

karasu juts out his lower lip, "c'mon, princess, its just us! you can tell us anything."

"yeah," otoya hums, "especially about her. we can start with cup size."

"enough," chigiri hisses. "that's a lady you're talking about."

"simp," otoya snickers. "what, she your first kiss or something?"

chigiri feels his cheeks flare in both, embarrassment and fury. how dare they talk about you like this, with no respect for your soul? don't they know how you deserve the world, let alone the utmost respect?

karasu chuckles softly, "least he's gettin' action, what's your excuse, eita?"

"my wingman sucks shitty asshole.”

chigiri feels his anger grow, his patience growing thinner and thinner with each passing remark, and his brows are furrowed and his cheeks are hot and god, there’s nothing he wouldn’t give to whisk you up and out of here, take you somewhere nice, where you deserve to go.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you suddenly appear in his view, softening his eyes and making his spiked heart rate relax.

"hyomaaaaa!" you squeal as you practically launch into his arms, trusting him to catch you as he does so often. your body is warm from dancing and he smells a breath mint in your to hide whatever method of intoxication you picked on your breath. "are you having fun?" you sing, and your eyes immediately shoot to the pair sandwiching your best friend, "you made friends?" you ask, smiling eagerly.

chigiri can feel the air shifting from playful to lustful. he swallows thickly, seeing the way karasu's eyes darken and otoya bites his lip. "they're on the soccer team," chigiri says flatly, arm wrapping lowly around your waist. "and that's all."

karasu clicks his tongue, "aww, you don't talk about us outside of practice?" he teases, and god, chigiri could sock him in the mouth. karasu flashes chigiri a knowing smirk before nodding at you, "karasu tabito. pleasure."

you giggle and chigiri wants the gods to smite him down. then, otoya whistles, catching your attention and whipping your head to face him like an obedient dog. he winks at you, "otoya eita. digging the fit."

"hyoma picked it for me," you mewl, pressing a kiss to his cheek. once again, chigiri can practically feel the way karasu's and otoya's brows shoot up in surprise.

"ohhhhh?"

"did he?"

"does he realize how short that skirt is?"

"or how see through that top is? nice bra, by the way."

"thanks," you laugh.

"guys," chigiri hisses.

otoya snaps his fingers, "i think hyoma should be allowed to pick out your outfits for every party, since he's so good at it."

you gasp excitedly, "you shouuuuuuld, oh my gosh!"

"why don't you keep dancing, love?" chigiri offers, and you smile and nod before bouncing off to the group of people dancing a few feet away, blowing him a small kiss that karasu playfully pretends to snatch from the air, making you laugh and turn your attention around. chigiri is quick to feel his annoyance grow again as otoya complains about how karasu stole ‘his kiss.’

“you should’ve been faster,” karasu shrugs.

“hand to god, you both so much as look at her wrong, i’ll snap your necks,” he growls, but all its met with is faux gasps of fear and chuckles.

“ooo, hear that? guard dog’s got some bite in it!” karasu jeers.

“to be honest, bud, im not trying to look at her wrong, im trying to look at her naked-“

and he’s not proud of it. honest!

but chigiri’s reflexes act faster than his mind, and he’s quick to splash his cocktail into otoya’s face, the bright color of whatever was mixed into his cup staining his cheeks and the snowiness of his hair. karasu cackles at his friend while otoya licks his upper lip free from the bitter juices of alcohol.

“stay away from my friend,” chigiri snarls.

otoya scoffs and takes a brave step forward.

“when i do fuck that pretty cunt full of my jizz,” he begins, and chigiri blushes at his vulgarity.

“ill be sure to send you video. and ill make sure she’s screaming my name. just for you.”

[sharuk28]

This! omfg!

People see what they wanna see, so don't beat yourself up if you are. Just cause you know actions have a certain result doesn't necessarily mean deciding on doing it is manipulation, it just means you're aware of your actions, and that's true for every path involving choices. But if you know someone will make a decision with certain information and you willingly do what you can to make them decide on something else, I think that's actual manipulation.

I try and make my thoughts known and clear as my way of avoiding that cause of trauma with my ex especially at the end when I've been forced to defend myself, which is something I dislike doing altogether but lasting trauma go brr.

Something else I wanna share that helped me deal with a ton relating to this though, I remember a post somewhere but can't recall the details nor how truthful it is, but it was something about how people's experiences can be so different that it doesn't matter what you do in the sense that if it's something foreign to them or if it goes against their worldview, then they're just gonna not believe you regardless.

Like for me, lying in any capacity makes me feel so uncomfortable, and if I'm being lied to then I don't really care cause it's my choice to trust them yk, and I don't mind being gullible cause at least it let's me be the kind of person I want to be, to easily trust, even though it's hard. However, while most of my current friends know this, I've had situations where I've been called a liar or just "making excuses" by a few people who I've known for awhile and thought they knew me better.. and everytime I tried defending myself, which again, I dislike doing cause I like trust being forced to defend makes me feel betrayed lol, they just refused to believe me and it was exhausting.

I mean, at some point I realised it didn't matter what I said, they didn't wanna believe me and there's nothing I could do to change that. My outlook and way of doing things must've been too foreign, yk. Hope this helpsmakes you feel better, even a little. Goodluck finding a way to deal with this that resonates with the kind of person you are, though it seems you already have, but regardless, all the best! <3

there's a fine line between being wary of manipulation and becoming completely paranoid because you get very close to the realisation that pretty much all human interaction involves doing things we hope will lead to a result we like

[alllgator-blood]

updates/vent/idk

feel the need to post SOMETHING on here cause I've been gone so long, I don't think I'm going on a long hiatus or anything, I just don't like posting/replying to anything when I'm not doing well. I haven't been able to draw in a few weeks but I HAVE been working on plushies. I'll try to post some pics when they're done, I think you guys will really like them- I have shamura pretty much done aside from their robe, and aym + baal just need their faces and clothing details. About to start work on leshy but idk if he'll be done anytime soon, he's gonna be ginormous I hope. Actually the amount of cotl plush toys I've made is in the double digits and I haven't bothered to post any of them so I should really do that sometime...

give me til this weekend and I'll try to get some pics! Shamura in particular is my fave but I'm biased so that's no big surprise...

anyway vent type stuff below the cut, I can't get into detail about anything so it's a lot of nothing but it's mostly just an explanation for not being on much recently I guess.

I want to apologize for not responding to messages or asks or mentions or anything. I'm at a point where I can't mask like at all, and I feel sick thinking about posting or talking to anyone and pretending I'm alright, but I can't really talk about what happened either- so I'm at an impasse. I don't really know how to describe the year I've been having without getting into detail of what's been going on, and that's not terribly appropriate I don't think.

I wish I could concisely convey my feelings recently in a way that's not overshare-y, especially because there's not anything anyone can do to help, so I don't want to startle anyone?? I just don't feel good knowing there's people who want to talk to me but all my stupid ass can do is lay in bed and imagine I'm dead instead of typing some words back to them. I have a laundry list of conditions (big surprise huh?) so I easily crumple under any kind of stress, and when it's this prolonged with no reprieve or clear way out, it's hard to make it to the next day. It's hard to go online and seeing everyone able to act so normal while I feel like I'm in hell, idk. Waow it's just like that kallamar comic I did where he wanted 1 day off.....

All this stuff below the cut is pretty pointless but I think I just wanted to feel like I at least put it out there *somewhere* that I'm not alright, so I don't feel as guilty isolating. I promise there is a reason I've not responded to anyone in weeks or opened my messages. With time I'll get over it, I've lived this long so w/e, I just need time to feel shitty I think.

[silverskye13]

He lost time again. He knows it, because he wakes up on the floor of his room, instead of somewhere sensible like his bed, or even the chair at his work desk. There are a few disorienting moments where he wonders how he got here. Why he's here.

He was having a beautiful dream. It was a dream of cool waters, and fields of endless grass, and someone, distant and smiling, and happy to see him.

He's in hels. He's... supposed to be in hels. No fields of endless grass here, only hot and heat. The world smells faintly of brimstone and ash, even when the windows are closed -- but who would keep the windows closed when without the windows open there would be now breeze.

The wind in hels is hot and unforgiving.

He thinks he used to like it here once. He remembers feeling... happy.

Right now the only feeling he has, is that he's uncomfortable on the floor. He stretches out his hand across the crimson stem planks, splaying black fingernails against the boards and listening to the soft shff of noise. The wood grain isn't like the wood grain on trees. There are no odd concentric circles spooling and unspooling endlessly across the bark. Instead, hard, compact fibers from the long stem press against each other like sheets of cardboard, varying in color where nutrients collected.

Well. He thinks that's why the colors are like that anyway. He used to be an expert on things like that. He has hazy memories of talking excitedly to his best friend about why hels was the way it was. The abnormalities, how different it was from a standard nether. Why there were birds, where they came from, how they lived here, of all places, tenacious against the heat and smog.

He has... memories of knowing things. They're soft and bright around the edges, less clear than his dreams. He remembers talking to people, and knowing things, but he can no longer remember what those things are.

"Moment of clarity," he says out loud to himself, to no one. He used to have those. He used to have them so often, they were normal. Not moments of clarity, living in clarity. Now those moments were so rare he wasn't sure they really happened, until he lost them again.

This was not a moment of clarity. This was, at best, a waking dream.

He was still laying on the floor.

His shoulder hurt. He thinks, maybe, he fell on it when he... left. Faded. Passed out. Slept. Dreamed. There's a bruise there. Or maybe he's been laying here for that long. He's heard of that happening to people -- laying still so long their bodies bruise. Their friends have to pick them up, turn them over, move them so they don't hurt themselves while the Universe slowly drags them away. He remembers doing that for someone once. Not his best friend. Someone else. Someone who used to live up the street. He remembers washing their hair for them while they slept, and wishing they would wake up.

There is no one here to wash his hair. His best friend... might have already forgotten about him. That happens sometimes too. People so far gone, they spend their last moments alone because... because...

There is an ache in his chest. It hurts. The pain is intense, and he cannot tell if it really hurts that much, or if its just the first thing he's felt in a long, long time. The novelty takes his breath away. It isn't fear. The fear wore off... oh... a long time ago. Back when he still thought he had something worth living for. Back when he still had hope he had a chance. When fear actually gave him something -- adrenaline, fight or flight. Back when there was still enough of him left to feel things like spite, or hate. He'd torn apart his workshop once, in that fit of anger. He never cleaned it again. Couldn't bring himself to climb the ladder. Besides, if he passed out again, he didn't want to wake on a bed of broken glass.

Still on the floor. It aches. He should move.

There's a book beside him. His sketchbook. He fell asleep, faded, passed out, left, dreamed, while he was in the middle of reading it. Old drawings. Grand plans. Notes to self. He held a hope once that, maybe, if he memorized the pages well enough, he wouldn't forget who he was. Trying to grip those pages through memory now, though, they slipped through his thoughts like water. With an effort, he musters the strength to pull the book towards himself. Doodles of sheet pattern the page its open to, and he smiles.

A beautiful, soft dream. Walking through fields of grass towards someone who was so, so happy to see him. His smile was radiant as the sun, his voice embroidered with enthusiasm, like it was a part of the fabric of his being. He'd called him by name. Taken him by the hands. "Hello hello! Finally we meet again my friend! You've been hiding for so long. But now, what's gotten into you. You look tired. Wouldn't you like to rest?"

Oh. Rest. He was always tired now. No voice to speak. No thoughts to think, save the ones that rolled past like clouds on a summer day, formless and inconsequential. He was holding a book in his hands. Oh. His sketchbook. Right. For remembering himself, and not the dream.

He has, a moment of clarity. Brief, and colorful, and formed and whole. It breaks through the formless dark of his mind and says, boldly and unapologetically, the thought of yourself as you are now once terrified you.

He lays on the floor and turns that thought over like a stone in a river. Like a bright star caught in tissue paper clouds it glares at him, pins itself on the horizon line of his thoughts. Thoughts like that are so beautiful and rare now. Moments of clarity.

Yes. When he was whole and strong and... imperfect, but alive because of that imperfection, he was terrified of this. The slow fade. The loss of will. The loss of life. He was dying. He had been dying for a very long time. The Universe wanted him, because while he lived, his Hermit wasn't whole. And his Hermit, out there somewhere, was trying so hard to be whole. And... he was never meant to exist.

No helsmet was ever meant to exist.

The ache in his chest gets deeper, bottoms out into something that leaves him breathless again. Mourning. No one else would mourn him so... surely he was allowed, while he still had thoughts to think, to mourn himself. He was crying. The soft patter of his teardrops marred the straight, compact lines of the crimson floorboards with freckles. He clutched the little sketchbook to his chest and curled up on the floor, and he was wracked, briefly, with the fear and mourning and loss he rarely was able to feel. And he reveled in it. In the fact that, for just a few moments, he cared.

Stand up, please. You're thirsty. You're hungry. You want to live.

No. No. He wanted to go back to that dream. It had been so much kinder.

Someone was out there, standing in an endless field of green, beneath an endless sky of blue. He had a labcoat folded over his arms, tightly curled horns blooming from his head, and a smile that could light up the sun. And the wind blew, and set wildflowers dancing. And they stumbled towards each other, inexorable as two stars colliding. And he was a small thing dying, searching for a moment's warmth and softness, and his Hermit took him by the hands and said, "I lost you there for a minute. Are you coming back to stay yet? You'll like it here, I promise. We'll have adventures together, you and me. There's so many questions to ask, an entire Universe to explore! And you'll be here with me, won't you?"

And he could not say he had no choice.

And he could not say he wanted to live.

Because it was all just a dream, and only the few lucky, for a moment, controlled what their dreams gave them. All he could do was hold onto his Hermit's hands and pray this one didn't turn to nightmare.

"I should... leave a note," he whispered to the empty room. "He'll... remember he's missing something... eventually. He'll... want to know."

"You're right, a note would be kind! Here, I'll help you. Dear Evil Beesuma, don't worry, I've gone to meet my new friend Z--"

There was a pencil stuck between the pages at the end of the sketchbook. On that page was a drawing of someone he no longer recognized. That face hadn't looked back at him from a mirror in... well. In a very long time. He blinked at the little self portrait, watching the stranger there for... too long. Too long.

He'd been doing something. What was it?

That ache in his chest drilled itself through his ribs. He grimaced, and buried his face in his sketchbook.

"Hey, don't cry again it's alright. It's a little confusing isn't it? I said I would help you. Will you let me help you?"

He shook his head.

"I am sorry. Truly. I'm not trying to be mean. It's just. You seem so much happier here. And you feel so tired there. You don't want to be that person anymore, do you?"

"No," he whispered. "No I don't."

"Would you still like to write something? Or would you like to come here?"

"He'll remember something's missing," he insisted quietly.

"Yeah he will. But that's what the stone was for, right?"

Oh. Yes. Yes his remembrance stone. He'd carved his name. So people would remember. But he'd never taken it to a wall. He'd thought. He'd thought. Time. He was supposed to have more time. Time to place his stone. Time to visit his friend one last time. Time to tell his neighbors, the nice ones who kept bringing him dinner twice a week, because they were worried he would be so busy in his workshop he'd forget to eat. And the shopkeep he bought his spare parts from, who always told him about his life, and the man he was seeing, and how they were living together now. And they all had someone who cared, who would remember them. Who would take care of them when they lost time. Who would pick them off the floor when they fainted. Who would help them clean up broken glass when they couldn't bare to see what they were becoming. People who cared. People who cared. People who cared.

"I'm going to be forgotten," he said quietly. "I'm going to be forgotten, and no one will care."

He was still on the floor.

He was still on the floor, and he was tired. He thought he might fall asleep again. Here. On the floor. Where he'd fallen asleep the first time, and lay until his shoulder bruised, with no one to turn him over, or carry him someplace soft and warm.

He had been dreaming of someplace soft and warm.

"Dear EB," he whispered to his dark room, as the breeze rattled the shudders upstairs, and outside someone shouted on the street, and the world turned and forgot him. "I'm sorry I didn't come to visit. I didn't want you to worry. D-don't worry. I've gone to meet a friend. Signed..."

He blinked at his sketchbook, vision unfocusing. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. The ache in his chest was fading, replaced with quiet ambivalence.

"Signed..."

"Oh deary me. Do you remember your name?"

His eyes fluttered closed. He buried his face in his hands. He thought he could see, in the distant dark in the back of his eyelids, shapes of grass. Light seeping in. Hels was hot, dry, scorching. This place wasn't. It was soft and warm, and there was sun on his skin.

"It's alright," he said, and he laughed like the sun. "That's what the stone is for, isn't it?"

Yes. Yes that's what the stone was for.

He couldn't say that out loud. He wasn't one of the rare, happy few who could control their dreams.

"So how about it?" Zedaph asked, taking him by the hands. "Will we go on an adventure together?"

He had friends back home. He had a life he had enjoyed living once.

He was never meant to exist.

He couldn't talk in dreams.

"Don't be scared," Zedaph grinned, pulling him along. "We'll go together, yeah?"

He couldn't talk in his dreams.

He closed his eyes.

He stopped feeling the grass beneath his feet.

He stopped feeling the sun on his skin.

There was only Zedaph, radiant as the sun, and perfect and whole.

In hels, there was an empty room.

[themioka]

Do you think the pack members ever let their mates ride on their backs whenever they're shifted?

ex:

David & Angel: The Gentle Ride

David would absolutely go above and beyond to ensure Angel’s comfort and safety during their first few rides. Avoiding low-hanging branches, thick brambles, steep hills, or even uneven patches of trail that might jostle Angel. Even his pace is measured—slow and steady, more like a scenic nature walk than a thrilling ride.

But once they’ve worked out a communication system, hand signals, taps to communicate speed or stops, and reassurances that they trust David not to let anything happen. David eases into it. They graduate to trickier terrain, steeper hills, and eventually faster speeds, though he still looks back often, just to make sure. Angel can feel every shift in his muscles as he runs, and David can’t hide the way he lets out a breathy huff whenever they scratch behind his ears or gently pat his head. He pretends he doesn’t enjoy it, but Angel knows better. The soft wag of his tail and the way he leans ever so slightly into the touch say more than words ever could.

Asher & Babe: The Chaotic Joyride

Asher, unsurprisingly, is more daring. He starts out careful enough, sticking to simpler trails just to get a feel for things, but the minute they say the word, he takes off, muscles bunching and stretching beneath thick fur as he bounds over logs and speeds through the trees. Small stumbles? To him, they’re part of the experience. “Trial and error,” he’d say. If Babe falls off, Asher’s first reaction is always a mixture of concern and guilt.

Wolf kisses are his go-to apology. He’ll nuzzle them repeatedly, licking at their hands or cheeks until they laugh and reassure him they’re okay. But if the fall was rough, he whines lowly in his throat, practically begging for forgiveness. Babe never holds it against him, brushing their fingers through his fur as they tell him they’re fine. Asher never misses a chance to carry them back to the car, injured or not. It's part affection, part "just because I can." He rambles the whole way home about how he’s going to take care of them, how he’ll draw them a bath or cook for them (order takeout) —anything to make up for the fall. Babe, in turn, rewards him with massages and praise, showering him in affection until Asher starts asking for compliments for ridiculous things.

Milo Greer & Sweetheart: The Cozy Stroll

Milo finds himself somewhere between David’s cautious nature and Asher’s reckless joy. He knows Sweetheart is capable—hell, they’ve been through worse than a few bumps on a trail—but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let them get bruised up if he can help it.

More often than not, though, their rides together aren’t about speed or the adrenaline they get from it; their thrill is from the intimacy. Sweetheart lies draped across his back, languid and sun-warmed, fingers gently combing through his fur. Milo walks slowly, savoring the moment, every step careful and precise. It’s less of an excursion and more of a meditative stroll—just the two of them, bathed in sunlight, surrounded by the sounds of the forest. That said, Milo can pick up the pace when Sweetheart wants a bit of excitement. He’s fast and agile, and when Sweetheart leans in and whispers, “Let’s run,” he’s more than happy to oblige—so long as he knows they’re holding on tight.

Darlin & Sam: The Wild Glide

Darlin is also somewhere in the middle when it comes to shifted rides, though they skew more toward David’s initial approach. Not because they don’t trust themselves, but because it’s been a while since they’ve carried someone on their back. (They definitely have carried their unempowered friends on their backs before until the incident with Quinn.) Sam is stunned. Not only at Darlin’s speed, but at their precision. They move like they were born for this. They weave through trees, dodge branches, leap over logs, and Sam barely even shifts on their back. He whistles, truly impressed.

Of course, show off that they are, Darlin has taken a tumble or two. It’s always them, never Sam. He either jumps clear or catches himself mid-air, landing gracefully with vampire reflexes. Darlin, though? They go rolling into a pile of leaves with a very undignified grunt. Gets a brief checkup no matter what, after their little crash. His concern is always for them—kneeling beside them, checking scrapes, using his healing magic to make sure they’re good as new. If anything, he’s the one fussing while they try to play it off.

[cranberrymoons]

Tease His Titties Tuesday with a Threesome Twist: i do think that maybe at some juncture before they're ~together~ eddie ends up in the cuck chair but Buck is taking it so good and showing off for eddie and doing everything he can to prove how good he would be for him if eddie would ever - and eddie's kind of cycling between being entranced by Buck's writhing body and his eyes and his noises, and getting annoyed w the Anonymous Top, like they are just NOT doing it right, cant they see the way Buck's getting needy, whining, arching his back and pushing his tits out, begging for his pink nipples to be so gently teased? Well. He obviously can't have Buck wanting for anything so he starts telling the top what to do, reading Buck so expertly he surprises them all. And in the end its the top being cucked actually bc every time he's abt to thrust eddie tells him whether to hit to the right or add a little swivel without ever taking his eyes off buck's face and the microexpressions around his eyes.

cuck tuesday forever. made even better if they're out somewhere and they're talking about hookups and Eddie picks the person. under the guise of being a good wingman and "wanting buck to be safe". or something. and so here buck is spread out on their bed in their home getting fucked by someone handpicked by Eddie, and Eddie is directing their every move. "sit on his face, he loves that" <- said by guy who has never fucked buck buckley but has definitely thought about it so many times it feels like he has.

[godsandvillains-if]

Hi, Nico! 👀 hope u're doing well (and not straining ur back from writing on your bed too long ;;)

I got an ask but feel free to deny it if you can't answer it!

So say MC is usually shy, reserved or a 'wallflower' sort with a pretty soft demeanor. They're more sweet and quiet. One day they were asked for a photoshoot - just pose for a magazine as a 'new hero rising' or the like! Maybe it would help provide a positive image or gain some notice from public and MC, perhaps wanting to try something new, gives an OK to it. No problem for the ROs, right?

Cue the magazine coming out and it's MC looking badass asf - Dark eyeliners, smoky gaze and just the vibe of HAWT and DANGEROUS. How would they react on that?

You are free to choose if this is in crushing or relationship stage!

Super cool!! So I chose relationship stage for this one, because why not? 😍

I think that the MC would want to surprise the RO with the result of the photo shoot, or they would just be too shy to have them along for it. Probably MC's best friend would go with them just to make sure that everything went smoothly—a.k.a. to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

Archon would be at a loss for words when the MC brought a copy of the magazine for them to see. The front cover already blew their mind, so you can be sure that the entire thing would leave them speechless. Their response would pretty much be snaking an arm around MC's waist and just flying them somewhere far away, where both of them could have some privacy.

I think Stardom would have to know a little bit about the secret photo shoot that the MC did beforehand, since they are intimate with every news station in the state, but they would purposefully keep themselves in the dark about it. When the MC approached them with the magazine, they would make a show out of it by framing the front cover picture on a wall in their office.

Paladin would already feel comfortable enough to be in MC's presence without their helmet, so their dazzled expression would be clear for them to see. They would read the entire interview, every single letter of it, before saying anything—which would be nerve-wracking for the MC. After finishing it, Paladin would give the MC a rundown of all their favorite bits and why they love it so much.

Ace and Zodiac would act much the same way in this situation, shocked and disbelieving, not really connecting the dots for a few minutes. As the surprise settles down, they will be more proud than anything, seeing the MC finally coming out of their shell and doing things that seemed impossible when they first joined the team. They would hug the MC, telling them how proud they are, and then keep gushing over how freaking cool they look.

Wildcat. Ohh boy, you can be sure they would post, like, and reblog every little piece of media of the photo shoot, including edits of fans and nice comments. They would also make sure to send their mom and sister two copies of the magazine with your autograph on it and several cute doodles of the MC and them together. Haters and online trolls, beware!!

Mars would be a little skeptical at first, not really getting the point of the photoshoot and the whole interview, but as they see the excited and nervous glint in MC's eyes, they would change tunes pretty quickly when they get a better look. Safe to say it would be hard for the MC to be alone for the next few days, since Mars would want them all to themselves.

Thanks for the question!! 🥰🥰

[fumifooms]

Fun thing about laicion I got to put into words the other day… The first criticism you'll see for laicion is their arguing about werewolves and the correct way to be one. And see, I don't think that makes them incompatible at all. If anything Laios was being rude lol, like I really doubt Lycion would judge Laios for his preferences. Just by spending more time with each other they'd get more comfy and familiar with each other and how important being a monster in their specific way is for them and for how they think. À la Dungeon Meshi "differences can be breached with open-mindedness" theme

But what I want to talk about… Imo, Laios' monsterification mindset isn't necessarily healthy is the thing.

Like, Lycion is sort of recovered from that space of desperately seeking to escape his human self, now he's able to love himself fully. His monster body makes his regular body more tolerable and incentivizes him to take good care of himself, he cares for his body now, he loves himself.

Meanwhile Laios' want to become a monster fully, mind and all, is in good part because he just… Doesn't want to think anymore you know, it's to distance himself from humans and being hurt in any way shape or form. Being a monster is a way to escape feelings and human rejection, to carve his own sense of belonging somewhere through escapism. Laios isn't ashamed of himself, he loves who he is, but he does think that he's unlovable to others and that he can't possibly belong anywhere- and I think that's why challenging him on that very thing, that "being a monster in mind is the best", is not only good to make him & his perspective grow but also the very thing he had to accept at the end of canon by becoming king. Teaching him to be comfortable in that sort of inbetween, valuing your human traits, your human personality your human connections and seeing that that doesn't mean you can't still also indulge in your monster identity and be loved "despite" it.

Lycion did it, where Laios' arc is phrased by many as being a man who wants to be a wild wolf being willing to become a domesticated dog because loving community is more fulfilling than lonely freedom, Lycion has already accepted being a dog already. Lycion in many ways is Laios' arc end goal. They both have people who accept them, but what they still don't quite have is someone who understands them.

Laicion is just a really good mix imo of being similar to him, complementing him AND appropriately challenging him on some of his more prickly tendencies.

This extra is interesting to consider in the context of laicion too… Izutsumi finding Lycion's explanations bad while he was able to teach Laios about the demon aside, here Lycion is the one to tentatively wonder how it'd be like to "completely give up on his humanity", not because Izutsumi promoted him to but just because the talk stuck with him and he got curious about it. In the end it's not what he wants, but still he thinks about what it'd be like. It's compelling and interesting to him in a way— he gets the allure, wonders about the possibility, considers it.

A way I like to illustrate this whole laicion dynamic is a modern AU I brainstormed with @lucky-fydraws that I call furcon AU haha~ In it Lycion is fursuiter that makes really cool realistic fursuits except they're fantasy, so while his mascot suit is a realistic wolf it has inaccurate imagined ears and he has long hair etc etc, meanwhile Laios is a newer furry who's looking to buy his first fursuit of a beautiful silver wolf but he has HIGH standards. What do you mean you don't perfectly recreate the species' teeth!! Dogs don't have that many mollars!! Laios attempts to commission Lycion but it ends up falling through after Laios harps on everything and insults Lycion's tastes to boot. They made fast friends on a separate forum unbeknownst to them though, and as internet friends they made plans to meet up at the next furcon! You can imagine the oncoming shenanigans haha. Despite their beef, Lycion as the veteran furry prevents Laios who REFUSES to take off any piece of his fursuit for breaks or to drink because it ~breaks immersion~ from getting a heat stroke. Stuff happens blahblah but in the end... Laios realizes his restrictions are preventing him from feeling better in his own skin and hobby and from making connections… And even decides that fantasy fursuits aren't so bad, and indulges his old "chimeras are better only if they're of just two creatures" inaccurate fantasy with getting a fursuit of a rhino-eagle-wolf-chimera <3

Exploring Laios' flaws is my favorite thing though, this whole thing made me think about the laicion AUs where Laios became an illegal beastkin fighter instead of a caravan worker pre-canon, like Lucky-fy's Gladiator AU and just. God Laios becoming a beastman gladiator really IS like the perfect, next-best-to-WL scenario where his flaws get confronted like… Werewolf fighter Laios getting cheered on for being a monster man, for being powerful and beating someone up, like his childhood fantasy of gobbling up people who bother him, or villages getting decimated for rejecting him and Falin. Just that mix of Laios finding like he maybe found that twisted sense of "belonging" he's always craved since he was a kid, where others value the same thing he does, like this isn't just exploitative work but the thing he wants to do the most if he had to choose, his worst sides getting enabled and encouraged and Laios preferring to see himself as thriving rather than lonely and overworked & injured and struggling to find agency in his life….. Angry Laios my beloved repressed Laios my love……… Enters Lycion his senior co-gladiator. Can werewolf romance fix this? The better question is, is there anything werewolf romance can't fix? Hm thinking of it this is kind of the spiritual opposite to my Epic Laios AU…

Guys who have dysmorphia and want to be cool wolf men…… Furries together… Laidback guy who values bluntness and is good at social cues and loves hypotheticals and is good at explaining stuff to him… Patient guy who loves the shenanigans and whimsy…..

Laios ships usually do have acceptance and unconditional love and belonging as themes because well, Laios' worries and wants center a lot around that, and laicion is just kinda different flavors of it in the end, because it's about being fully accepted by a fully human forces him to recognize that he can be loved, yes even by a human, this way to be that often feels alien to him, but with Lycion it just has this shift of an added "I found someone like me" effect. Both still have just as much of a "I've found my people who'll support me no matter what" sentiment 😌

At the risk of repeating myself… Men who are resigned to not being loved back in different ways!! Men who have stopped hoping and just take the scraps of love they are lent!!!! Men who are very chill and stable and definitely not starved for it indeed!!!!!!! It's all about performing your humanity, all about how much you are willing to debase yourself for love. Can you like me dirty and animal too or only human and pristine. Can I be myself with you. Can I be vulnerable and shed my clothes. Can I love you like a dog and be met with affection and not repulsion?

[teleri-tale-teller]

Personal HCs about ME before sun and moon and what I figured out from reading and talking with other people so far. Please feel free to add or correct me!

(I'm not an expert, mind you)

The plants grew because Maiar were looking over it, kinda?? There were guardians who were somewhere around Cuivienen and maybe other lands. They made sure everything was alright, and as long as I understood there not only was Melian bit some lesser Maiar too. So, say, on this meadow lives a Maia. You might never know they are there, but the flowers bloom there

Since there's no sun but there are these strange beings and influences, I think seasons worked because of them too. The meadow Maia may or may not keep the flowers always blooming. Maybe they let them go through the whole cycle, cause why not. Or maybe they like them in one way only

When the meadow Maia (they'll be my example tonight) leaves the meadow, the flowers may bloom for a bit more. But as the years pass they might not find the same energy for it.

That's one part. There's also another - some plants gain a sort of a consciousness after they've been awoken. I think they grow somehow, maybe because the land itself is still filled with influences great and small, and may even try to wake other things around them

There are moving things too, animals and insects, and such. They exist, they pretty much have the usual circle of life and usual food chains. They all see in the dark one way or another

There's also the shadow, right? Melkor is not sleeping, he's having fun. Some places have more shadow than others, some creep elves out on some instinctual level, some seem fine but then you step in a wrong way and you're never seen again

Some plants and beasts are also marked by the shadow. They're not very friendly.

Also, shadow brings cold. When Melkor sneezes in Angband and winds run from the north all over middle earth, elves start searching for warm clothes /jk kinda

And oh, there are winds, right? Winds can bring seeds of something that's growing in a bit away, and maybe it'll grow in here too. Maybe elves figure out how to give some energy to the seeds, eventually, since there's no sun they need some but they can grow them

Winds also bring some change in weather, because there are rains, Ulmo and/or Melkor made sure (I don't remember who), there's snow from up north, there's some warm wind too from when it blows from Valinor or just from some nice place

And also, did I mention everything can see in the dark or semi-dark? Stars don't give too much light, although they do give some. When elves wake up, that's the first thing they see. I think the semi dark that is with stars is what their eyes are used to, it's perfect for them. And later, when sun will rise, it'll burn, and it'll make the colors look strange compared to what they knew before. When the stars are covered by cloud or too thick leaves, elves may struggle a little but I still think they're pretty good with it.

So, in my eyes it's all very very magical and the first elves could go and talk with anything and who knows what thing actually answers them

writing silm fic is like "were there seasons in beleriand before the sun was created?" "what are the ecological consquences behind the sun rising?" "how did the plants grow without sunlight, jirt?? how???"

and the answer is always to spend 3 hours researching obscure tolkien sources then give up and invent some handwavy pseudo-scientific nonsense

[rozzingit]

so i finally finished clair obscur: expedition 33 and i have SO many feels.

(many, MANY spoilers within)

when i turned 25, over a decade ago, my brother committed suicide. i talked to him on the phone earlier in the day when he wished my happy birthday. the next morning, i woke up to a voicemail from my dad telling me to call him. that it was an emergency.

to say that this specific experience had a big impact on how i experienced expedition 33 would be a vast understatement.

expedition 33 is, as countless people have found and pointed out, an exploration of grief. we see this quite directly and immediately: the culture of lumiere is one shaped entirely around the collective experience of grief. its people die younger and younger every year. children are born to parents they will never know. over the course of the game, as we collect journal after journal from past expeditions, we see despair, but we also see stubborn, desperate hope. we see entire expeditions dedicated to building one more step for the next expedition to come. we see how tragically close some of them got.

but it's also about very individual grief. it's about one family torn apart by loss, and how much damage they do because of that.

i knew as soon as i finished the game that the ending would be controversial. or divisive. something like that. because there's no true happy ending. and there's no ending where you truly get to grapple with the personhood of these people who were born within the canvas. there's no ending that respects them as individuals, as people, because the dessendres simply don't see them that way. and when you play tens of hours of a game loving these characters...that's a hard pill to swallow.

what would the happy ending be? a happy ending would be the dessendres repairing the world -- and then, most importantly, leaving it. the canvas kept safe somewhere in their world. the people within allowed to live their lives how they choose, without the threat of annihilation hanging over them. but even that isn't entirely happy. even that traps the sliver of verso's soul inside the canvas, unable to ever stop. and this ending is never even possible, because the dessendres simply can't. they don't have the capability.

so the choice the game gives you is this: let go, or kill yourself holding on. and no, it doesn't truly ever reconcile with the reality of the canvas world. it doesn't. i understand why some people are unhappy and dissatisfied. especially if you just didn't connect with the dessendres as a family, with their story and their tragedy, and if you cared far more about lune and sciel and the expeditioners -- that's going to feel like a narrative betrayal. because, in a way, it is.

but for me, playing through this story as a treatise on grief, and viewing that ending decision through the lens of grief -- let go, or kill yourself holding on -- it hit so deeply, powerfully hard. because there's no clean way to move on from grief. there's no way forward that doesn't hurt. and, most importantly, there's no way forward that doesn't involve losing more than you already lost.

you already lost the person. but to move forward, you have to let go of some of the pieces of them, as well. there's too many of them. a person's life and soul they leave behind is too large, too varied, too heavy to keep carrying with you forever. you have to let them go. you have to let some of those pieces die. to move forward is to engage in a cruel game of prioritization. what can you keep? what can you survive keeping?

maelle can't survive keeping the canvas. she can't. she won't. her ending is a horror show of keeping corpses alive. everything fine on the surface, but everything rotting underneath. the people she keeps are either aware enough to know they're prisoner, or ignorant enough not to question the world.

verso will live yet another lifetime. he'll only be free when she dies, and renoir surely, inevitably, finally destroys the canvas.

my choice was made before i even knew there would be a choice. it was made when verso steps into that final space and approaches the soul of the canvas. when he kneels down and asks that little boy if he's tired of painting. when he says he's tired, too.

watching maelle's ending after i finished the game and seeing verso beg and plead with her to let him go, to let him die -- it broke something inside of me a little bit. i never got to have that conversation with my brother. i never knew it was that bad. but i wonder if that was the conversation he had with himself, on some level.

death always has a cost to the people around us. verso's death destroys an entire world, because that's what death does. my brother's death destroyed my world, too.

it wasn't a good ending for the characters. there is no good ending for everyone. sometimes those are the choices we're left with.

but it was a good ending for the game.

[gghero]

uhhh... squeak a way out? that might have worked better if I'd made any of these characters a rat or whatever. ah well

full lineup and thoughts under the cut!

these were a ton of funnnn I wanted to play around with animal assignments for a while. characters like Akane or Ace already have strong themes going on but I wondered what about the rest and well here we are

my favorite anthro designs are those that really emphasize the size differences between species. maybe these are not completely accurate but they're accurate enough to convey the sense of scale I think. These were referenced both from pictures of the real life inspirations but I also studied and referenced sketches and concept art from the Zootopia production because its kind of the energy I was going for

As I said earlier, most of these assignments are just based on vibes, though there are some fun themes and ideas I also wanted to play with.

Junpei is a ram because I like the idea of him being a herbivore that nonetheless has pretty powerful means to fight in his horns and powerful legs. Also theres an idea somewhere in there about him being a sacrificial lamb of sorts in the plot of the second nonary game

The Fields are very obviously dogs to me. Friendly, intelligent and fiercely loyal but at the end of the day they are carnivores that can and will use their teeth and claws. A personal headcanon of mine is that they're half siblings, so this allowed me to play with mixes too! I knew I wanted Clover to be a Cavalier King since the silhouette allowed me to translate her hairstyle pretty seamlessly, and I kinda became obsessed with Aussievaliers while researching mixes

The Kurashikis as rabbits fits surprisingly well. It's the obvious choice for Akane, and if they weren't related by blood would have probably made Aoi a rat or a badger, but him being a rabbit too fits surprisingly well even from a meta narrative point of view since a lot about his character revolves around Akane. I went with the harlequin variant because I like how it plays with the duality theme for both of them... though Aoi is albino himself so he doesn't have black patches, haha.

Rhino for Seven because he's big, strong and imposing but mostly chill. Lotus as a frilled lizard because the mental image of that temper of hers making her frills go wild was pretty fun.

Kubota is a pigeon because I read somewhere that perhaps his nickname might have been Pigeon if he'd gotten to choose one due to a Japanese pun/onomatopeia thing with "ku/kyu" and pigeons. And there's some fancy pigeon breeds that have crazy feathers that resemble his hair (though unfortunately these breeds struggle to groom themselves)

Ace as a lion is also pretty obvious but it just fits so well. Looks noble and reliable on the outside, subverts things a bit by being a bit of a cowardly lion, but he's still an apex predator that can be pretty brutal

Finally we don't know much about Nijisaki or Musashidou as people, but I wanted Nijisaki to be a canid too so the body swap plot still makes some sense, and I feel like the cultural associations to foxes also works with the cunning second in command vibe he has going on. The silver fox's coat color simply translates into his design better than a red fox. Finally, for Musashidou I wanted a larger animal that looks like it has the kind of gravitas and aura of power he gives off so I thought a walrus made sense, especially since the tusks and rounded head also translated parts of his design pretty well!

anyways thats about everything I have to say about these! I honestly dunno if I'll ever color them because I tragically saved over the file with the separate sketch layer so I'd have to redraw everything... thanks for reading all of that if you made it here!

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

I keep forgetting to type this up so this may not be as well written as I'd like but I feel like I gotta get it down before I forget about it

anyway

TCF AU in which the Henituse are in fact just as mad about inheritance as most other nobles, they just happen to approach it completely differently and therefore nobody (...outside of Henituse of territory) is aware of this

Side effects of this include the Henituse family generally getting along better + being tighter knit than in canon, and KRS!Cale not having to worry as much about doing anything out of character for og!Cale because others can make the actions fit <-sorry this doesn't really make sense before I've explained the rest of the AU I may be doing this out of order

UH okay so

I'm using the Stans and the Crossmans as my reference for what other nobles may be like in regards to inheritance btw, since I don't recall much information about how any others in the Roan Kingdom deal with it (yes I know the Crossmans are royalty not mere nobility, I'm doing the best I can with the info I got)

Anyway. My point is that most nobles in Roan might view inheritance something along the lines of

- There is one (1) position that matters and that is Leader Of The Territory, whether that be duke/count/king/whatever, that's the one position that matters

- Every potential heir is gunning for this one position, and generally (may be exceptions in some households or in extenuating circumstances) does not support each other at all. Every man for himself

- Whoever currently holds that Leader position probably doesn't care too much about what their potential heirs do to try and secure that position for their own future..

- ...which means that sabotage, violence, messing with each others' alliances or reputations as well as forming their own, and using even less scrupulous means (cough assassins cough) to try and secure their own position or fuck each other over are ALL very much on the table (your milage may vary depending on how nice your particular family is)

- Outsiders are more or less aware of the ongoing fight for whatever position, as well as how it's going for each party, and can+will take sides themselves in supporting a potential heir, dependent on how important the family is

- If you are a potential heir and you do not end up getting that One Position then depending on how nice your particular family is you'll end up somewhere between "brutally murdered" (...Stans I'm looking at you), "have to get a job + support yourself, with varying extents of help from whoever leads the territory", "okay cool no responsibilities but still some inherited wealth you get to do Fuckall Forever"

This post is getting way too long so I'm putting a read more before I put the Henituse rules and then I'll reblog this post to write about how I think this could affect the canon Henituse (Deruth as well as both his late wife and current wife, OG!Cale, KRS!Cale, Basen, Lily)

And then there's the Henituse who...don't follow any of those rules about inheritance. They have their own, entirely separate rules, for all this. Everyone else assumes they don't have any inheritance bullshit going on - and to be fair, in some generations, they don't! In some generations, it's all resolved very quickly and neatly and it's no big deal. Other times it's a massive mess or takes absolute eons to sort out but it's an INTERNAL AFFAIR that others don't hear of and also they're not anywhere near as hostile to each other so like...nobody knows this. This is how the Henituse have been running affairs for basically forever and it works very well so they've kind of just kept doing it

Um. Here's some rules for how inheritance works for the Henituse

1) The biggest difference to note is that the Henituse do not only have one position (Count, at the beginning of TCF, I guess that switches to Duke when they become a duchy though). Instead they have broken up every possible role into about as smaller pieces as they can, and made each of those a separate position, so that there's like...more than twenty

Some examples of these positions/roles/jobs:

- Count/Duke, obviously

- Knight/in charge of all knights

- Guard/in charge of all guards

- Information gathering (may or may not be separated into "civilian friendly", "welcome to the underworld" and "okay now you're getting involved in things outside of the Henituse territory (military, marrying out into other households, etc) and reporting back" versions)

- Information control (instead of gathering information they're controlling what information others get e.g. starting or spreading rumours, planting evidence, etc.) This one may or may not be further separated into like "this is legal and there will be no/minor problems if you get caught" and a "okay good luck dealing with the underworld" versions of the role

- Free good stuff for the territory/kingdom e.g. anything involved with charity or things that benefit the public at the expense of the Henituse. This probably includes anything to do with orphanages and some things to do with taxes maybe

- Ambiguous role thats in direct opposition to any crime/underworld in their territory

- Effective second in command to above role

- And an admin type role for the two aforementioned, if necessary

- Ambiguous role that minimises harm to their civilians by PERSONALLY running+controlling crime/underworld in their territory

- Effective second in command for above role

- and admin for the aforementioned two, if necessary

- Admin role to assist Count/Duke

- let's have our own personal mage

- let's have our own personal researcher for [insert topic that directly benefits territory here]

- consort/wife/husband type role to whoever is the current Count/Duke. In charge of hosting parties/events and networking with others in the equivalent role

You get the gist there's a lot of potential roles. It's impossible for them all to be filled by direct family members of the Henituse at any given time, which is the POINT. Ideally they want each potential heir to occupy a separate role from each other, and for each to choose something that they personally are interested in + would excel at. The remaining roles that aren't fulfilled by them are either left unfulfilled, if deemed unnecessary or if they don't have the people to fill 'em, or they're rolled together with other role(s) and one person then takes on the combined position of those, or they're given to trusted members of extended family and/or trusted subordinates. But like the point is that everyone gets a defined role and hopefully everyone gets a defined role that they specifically chose that suits them

You could also choose to marry/get adopted out of the Henituse and say "actually, I am prioritising my new family and will therefore not be working as much/at all for the Henituse anymore". In which case you're still expected to be working towards the betterment of the Roan Kingdom

Or you could get disowned. That works too

2) Directly related to there being so many roles...terms and conditions apply (there's age cutoffs and exceptions in case of illness or disability) but for the most part? If you're a Henituse you have to be working for the betterment of the Henituse territory and/or the Roan Kingdom, or if you're too young for that yet, you have to be actively working towards that goal. There is no option to slack off or coast off inherited wealth. Reports are required, either from you or about you from those around you, at least three times a year, with either "here's what I'm/they're doing" or "here's why I'm/they're not doing anything <- this is for illness, disability, or extenuating circumstances"

(I'm so sorry KRS!Cale. No slackers' life for you)

There's fairly strict rules about this. If you miss a report (there's a fairly long time you can submit them in! like at least 2-4 months. just get them to whoever currently runs the territory) then you get a limited time extension. If you miss that then you're suspended/put on default duty (more on what that is in a minute). If you miss a second report in a row (not counting the extension on the first report) then you risk getting disinherited. If you do fuckall for over a year without a single word about why (in other words if you miss 3 reports in a row AND there's no word from anybody else on what you're doing in that time frame that would excuse you) then fuck you you're getting disowned

(Again I am so sorry KRS!Cale)

3) Because there are multiple people and multiple roles in play, things can potentially get a whole lot more complicated than "I want to be Count and I want everyone else to NOT be the Count". Because theoretically every single person involved may have

- opinions on what role(s) they want for themself

- opinions on what role(s) they DO NOT want for themself

- opinions on what role(s) they want [insert another person] to have

- opinions on what role(s) they DO NOT want [insert another person] to have <- this may be because they think the other person isn't suited for it or because they personally want that role and therefore they don't want anyone else getting it because of the preference for everyone to get a separate role to each other

And then multiply that by approximately a thousand for the like 20+ roles there probably are, and then make it several times more complicated for every additional potential heir that is involved because that drastically increases the potential different combinations

It's a lot!!!

Anyway that means that in any generations that do have disagreements about inheritance things get SO fucking messy words cannot describe,,,I'm laughing just thinking about it oh my god

4) Therefore, as equal parts "necessary damage control" and "the Henituse are genuinely a lot nicer about inheritance + each other than most noble families" there are...rules. About the infighting. Jfbsjfbjdnf

Okay rule number one on that front is that you must not harm or cause genuine distress to any other family member or potential heir (no fucking assassins in this household thank you very much). Rule number two is that, ideally we want a family that loves and respects each other, but bare minimum you must look out for each other and have SOME small element of trust+mutual respect there. Rule number three is no involving outsiders. This is an internal matter about inheritance it's not a fucking civil war in the making (....I will forever be mildly puzzled about the whole,,,different factions supporting different princes thing. that seems like it had potential to escalate so badly if, yk, they didn't have much bigger problems cropping up) and therefore you WILL NOT have outsiders sabotage other heirs' chances at any given position, and any allies of yours should either be your ally or the Henituse's ally but NOT EVER an enemy of the Henituse as the whole or of the other potential heirs'. Rule number four is that no matter what else you do you MUST NOT disadvantage the Henituse as a whole nor the Roan Kingdom as a whole, under any circumstances

The fact that they can't harm each other or each others' chances for a position means that their options are to just work really hard to prove that THEY personally are a better fit for it, try to go convince the other themself that [blank] would be a better idea, or resort to psychological warfare (without tripping over the line of "harm or genuine distress"), or start doing elaborate social engineering + crafting their own and each others' reputation. No physical harm here only (limited) psychological/emotional/social harm <3

But again like there are limits to that. Not too much harm. If you're not still 100% happy thinking of the others as your family (even if only distant family) who you'd be glad + not too uncomfortable to eat a meal with, you fucked up. If you ever make a family member feel unsafe around you you definitely fucked up

[fishhateme]

"but I don't THINK this is the life that he wants" I am reading your tags and nodding so fucking hard like he's our but a man who is doing mentally well would not be privating 200 Instagram posts while getting wine drunk on a Sunday afternoon. Literally that "could a mentally ill person do that" core etc. he is forcing himself to want the life he has

op you read my mind!! I'm going to take the opportunity to go on a long (looooong) rant, because I've been dying to talk about this

For context this was on the tags of that latest post of danny saying he's done (again) that's been going around, I said that I wish him nothing but peace and quiet but I don't THINK he wants peace and quiet, and here's the thing - I really don't. I've been trying to keep quiet about it because a part of me felt like it was disrespectful to comment on a real person's mental health, but also like, yk, he's absolutely never going to see this, so I might as well get it off my chest

These past few months of daniel hanging out in LA and doing kind of... nothing? don't seem very genuine to me. And obviously you might say none of us know what's truly genuine, but Daniel has been in the public eye for over a decade and a half, and throughout that time he's been very consistent with his personality and aspirations. Sure, the wdc dream is discarded, but he always spoke about racing with love, and he's made several remarks about liking to do things, needing to do things and keep himself busy

So for him to call it quits altogether immediately seemed odd to me? Especially when he chose to do kind of... nothing at all?

In the tags I raised another issue that I think is important - Daniel's spent 30 or so out of his 35 years doing some form of racing. To stop doing that cold turkey would imply some form of hatred towards the sport, and despite all the (rightful) anger that's been going around about rbr/horner/helmut 'stealing' or 'taking' his love of it, so to speak, I don't think that's entirely correct.

It's surely there, somewhere - practically everyone who leaves F1 still involved themselves on some other form of motorsports, even Seb goes to the track sometimes or does some event (of course, you might say seb ended things on his terms, but while I think that's important to note I also think the larger trend as a whole points to drivers loving racing even when they leave a certain category, which tracks with the whole, y'know, risking their lives for the love of it aspect)

now let's circle back to the whole instagram delete spree thing, because i have some thoughts on that, too: I'm not the first person to say this and I won't be the last, but there is not a single time in a person's life where they're more self obsessed than when they're depressed. I say this both from personal experience and just talking to people - when you're not well mentally, you start getting paranoid about how people perceive you and, above all, try to manicure your image because you feel perceived in a way that makes you uncomfortable (the discomfort can come from being perceived as weak or whiny or whatever, and it doesn't happen to everyone, but id say it stems from the feeling of failure that a prolonged emotional distress can sometimes cause).

Now, important disclaimer, I'm NOT saying daniel is depressed, because I don't know daniel and I don't have the info to get to those conclusions, it's simply outside of what I could realistically infer from his behavior! What I AM saying is that just from an onlooker's perspective, he doesn't seem very fulfilled, and the fact that he repeatedly goes back to old posts from years ago to trim and trim and trim some more seems obsessive. Once or twice at first, sure, but he started deleting posts half a year ago and he's sporadically been doing so ever since. This might just be me, but even if you're not happy about the way your past turned out, a happy person doesn't feel the need to change it for the world, y'know?

a few months in perth just catching up with his family after so many years living out of a suitcase seemed both logical and healthy to me, but like, months and months of staying in la where you seemingly don't hang out with anyone except your asshole comedian friends (who coincidentally are the exact type of macho dude to say shit like men don't get depressed or something equally as ignorant and harmful as that, bffr) doesn't seem fulfilling, stimulating or just plain fun, even after taking into account danny's -sometimes odd- preferences about how to spend his fuckload of money

To me, daniel has been coming across lately as kind of a lost man, for lack of a better word.

He was clearly more deeply hurt by Singapore than he'd rather admit, but in the middle of that he started turning down any and all offers - even ones that would've made him happy!

F1 hurt him, yes, but F1 is only a sliver of the motorsports world, even if it's the most publicized. In his rejection of anything motorsports related, he's isolated himself from his homebase, and he kind of left himself jobless (as a mere peasant I'll admit that I'd love to have the kind of money to travel around the world for months without worrying about money in the slightest, but I imagine it eventually gets old, especially when there's nothing very mentally stimulating for you to do - let's be so fr, Daniel isn't going to be picking up a book about medieval history or something like that to pass the time). op said something that I loved and that really seems to encapsulate what I've been trying to say - "he is forcing himself to want the life he has". it really seems that way, it's that simple - i think he cut off too much too early and in the midst of his pain and betrayal, and now he's either too scared of getting hurt/ridiculed or simply too proud (though that wouldn't be very much like him tbh) to go back, even if it's on a different category, so he's stuck living this retired lifestyle when, newsflash, the retired lifestyle barely fulfils regular 70yo retirees, much less people who are still so, so young (and yes, 35 is young in the grand scheme of things, look at h*lmut marko ffs)

And like, I KNOW I've given it way too much thought and this is starting to enter rpf territory but like... I don't know. I can't help but wonder. He tries so hard to look happy but I feel like his smile doesn't reach his eyes anymore. (Just for the record I was originally going to respond to this ask saying something light hearted and not nearly as unhinged, along the lines of 'daniel is on his publicly fine but privately crying in the shower after downing a bottle wine by himself era', which was a joke, obviously, but then I reread it and it didn't feel like a joke at all? So anyways, here's this parasocial feverish ramble instead, hope it was semi coherent if only for the sake of the lovely @dannielricciardo)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Could you please do Boba Fett? With a male reader who wants kids. Or when reader and Boba have kids? I have baby fever right now and Boba is one of the biggest things that helps.

Boba Fett x Male reader 

Headcanons 

Lmao, this has been in my inbox a while... Star Wars has been tickling my brain again finally. 

Its a bit of a stereotype that Mandalorians love kids and hoard them like dragons hoard gold. 

But Boba isn't technically mandalorian, at least in his own eyes. Being mandalorian is more about culture than blood, and seeing as how his only ability to learn about said culture was cut short, well. He wears the armor and respects his father's memory though. 

Doesn't stop him from experiencing the baby fever. Especially if you are mandalorian and share the same baby fever. Boba will claim it's something he inherited from Jango. 

I could imagine Boba struggling in the beginning at the thought of you wanting kids, be they adopted or either of you carrying them if you are able. This also very much depends on when you guys are together. 

If its during his bounty hunting days, then Boba would want kids, somewhere deep inside, but he would not have them. Especially knowing how he lost Jango, there's no way he would want to put his own kids through that. 

After crawling out of the sarlacc and being taken in by the Tuskens, I think Boba starts turning the idea more in his head. Hes not gonna allow it until his status on Tatooine is solid, but, it would be easier to convince him. 

If either of you are able to carry your child, then Boba starts getting very broody. Doesn't matter if its you or him carrying the child honestly, he starts pacing, huffing and puffing. 

Call it protective nature, but the castle is getting suited up for war, just in case anyone tries coming for either of you. 

If its Boba that's pregnant, then he wont say it, but he appreciates massages and being cared for, a lot. Hes already older, covered in a lot of scars, so having to carry a pregnancy really wears him out. 

If it's you, then he gets even worse. Hes never leaving you alone, and there are times where you need to call for assistance from Fennec to get some privacy. Theres no need for Boba to be in the room when you bathe, but he will try it. 

Or, you guys can adopt. Even then, Boba acts like a broody hen, no matter the kids age. If they're a baby, then they are strapped to his chest. Or, inside his armor, which he's loosened enough to hold them. Only you get to hold the baby. 

If it's a kid he tries to be as approachable and fatherly as he can. Sadly, Boba doesn't have too much experience with a stable father figure. As much as Jango tried, being a famous bounty hunter didn't create the safest and most stable childhood. 

If its a teen, then Boba still tries his best to be a solid stable person they can lean on. But no matter what I can still see him struggling when it comes to being vulnerable. He tries though. 

Youll find your kid sat on his lap or the armrest of his throne on the regular when you can't find them. They always try to scowl like Boba, but it just looks adorable.  

Your kid will want to dress up as Boba, so you two end up getting them durasteel armor in a familiar mandalorian shape, like any mandalorian who hasnt become an adult yet. 

Here Din is a bigger help, since he knows the culture more thoroughly than Boba. Din becomes the kids uncle too, where Grogu will become their cousin. Fennec is involved too, of course. 

Being a dad would both stress Boba out more, but also calm him. Some part of him would settle at having your kid relying on him, someone to take him down a few notches. 

It means he doesn't always have to be on the defense, always ready for the worst. Obviously, he allows himself to open up with you, but only in private. 

With a kid, Boba starts being more vulnerable and finds his emotions easier. In the beginning its because he forces himself to do so, as he wouldn't want his kid to think he doesn't care. 

I have a feeling that your kid sleeps between you two at night for a good while. For safety, sure. But also for comfort. Doesn't matter if they are naturally born or adopted, this kid feels the safest between their two dads. 

Having a kid also means Boba actually sleeps more and cares more for himself, since he has to be worth looking up to.  

You catch the two of them taking naps together a lot, the kid draped across his middle. It's always easy to snuggle up beside them, Boba always wrapping an arm around you even when sleep.