#but it just annoys me. like the concept of it

[channiesbakery]

study session —

prompt / request — “go on, baby. ride my thigh.” + “people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.”

pairing — reader + college fwb!hoshi

word count — 617

genre — smut

when you and soonyoung were paired up for a project in one of your lectures, you never thought it’d lead to you becoming friends with benefits.

and you definitely didn’t think he was as needy as he is. soonyoung was never shy about letting you know how needy he was or how badly he needed you.

he never hesitated to tease you with filthy messages and photos during your lectures or to send you a “you up?” text at night. of course, you wanted him just as bad so you always responded.

but with midterms coming up, the two of you hadn’t been able to see each other. when soonyoung asked you to come over tonight, you told him you were busy studying and never got a response back.

twenty minutes later, he’s standing outside your apartment with his backpack and two coffees.

“i figured we could use some caffeine if we’re gonna be up all night studying. or you know, other activities,” soonyoung grins when you open the door.

“if you’re gonna stay over, then all we’re doing is studying,” you say, thanking him for the coffee before letting him set up his study materials in your living room.

surprisingly, you do get a lot of studying done. but your productive study session only lasts so long, until soonyoung decides that he’s done enough studying for the night, switching over to annoying you instead.

“i really need to finish this chapter,” you sigh when he moved to sit beside you. “you’ve done so much studying, baby. take a break,” he mumbles against your cheek.

“i can’t–” “you can. the exam’s not for another two weeks,” he argues, massaging your shoulders. “but i really need to–” he cuts you off again, taking your flash cards from your hands.

“i’ll quiz you on these. if you get most correct, you take a break. if not, i’ll help you study some more,” soonyoung says and you take the offer, letting him quiz you.

much to soonyoung’s delight, you get almost all the questions right. “okay but i really need to study the concepts for the ones i missed–” you start.

“nope. a deal’s a deal, baby. time for a break,” he pulls you to straddle his lap. “haven’t done this in weeks, i missed you,” he mumbled before kissing you.

as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you missed him too. you subconsciously start grinding against his lap as you lazily made out.

he shifts your position so you straddle his thigh. “c’mon, ride my thigh baby,” he mumbles against your lips.

soonyoung rests his hands on your hips as you grind against his thigh. “that’s it, good girl,” he praises.

you grip his shoulders, moving your hips faster as you try to find the right rhythm but you can’t. “soonie,” you whimper in his ear and he just chuckles.

“aw, poor baby needs my help?” he teases, his hold on your hips tightening. he guides your hips along his thigh as you whimper against his neck.

your thighs tremble around his as you reach your high. you relax against his chest as he loosens his grip on your hips, slowing you to a stop.

“so… i guess we should get back to studying?” soonyoung teases. “oh no. you’re gonna take me to my room and finish what you started,” you jab a finger against his chest.

“demanding and bossy. i like it.” he hums before kissing you. “and maybe i like you too,” he mumbles against your lips.

“careful there soonie, i thought we were just friends?” you tease, reminding him of your arrangement.

“people who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.”

[altschmerzes]

seen one too many snide posts about this in the last week or so but did you know that if you don't enjoy scenes in smut establishing consent or checking in then you simply don't have to read them and you don't have to go online and whine about how they're Consent Posturing and Purity Culture and Sanitizing Everything and God Just Kill Me Now. like you can have a preference without making it into a three act morality play, which is ironically what you are accusing other people of doing.

the same goes for like, detailed content warnings on fics. or content warnings at all. you can just skip those. they're not a sign of Purity Culture Gone Too Far or Those Damn Puriteens or whatever. you can dislike things without being an asshole about them or implying they're Taking Away What's Good And Correct About Fic Or Creativity.

[barblaz-arts]

Hi! :) Back when viv was still developing hazbin and making speed draws, she would often draw art of vaggie with these unique eyes surrounding and staring at her, and the art would display vaggie feeling annoyed or uneasy. I find it still very interesting and was wondering if these were eyes that represented all the demons she killed and her guilt? or had to do with something else entirely. We’re still not completely sure if these are still present in current hazbin rn but I was curious on what your take, theories and over all thoughts are on it! Love your comics and AUs on Chaggie sm and can’t wait to see more!

Oh yeah that! I always did find that pretty neat when it came to her earlier arts. Even more interesting, is that this concept was carried over even in one of her trading cards.

I think the eyes are meant to represent a lot of things tbh, especially since eyes in the show had been associated with both Heaven and Hell.

Let's look at Hell's side first.

Your interpretation about the eyes being the demons she killed I think is one of the things it's supposed to mean. I don't know the source, so I dont consider this info canon, but I found out somewhere that the eyes that can be seen all over Hell is supposed to be what remains of the demons the Exorcists have killed. Like being cleansed by angelic steel can't completely erase them but simply make them part of Hell, if no longer sentient.

I have my doubts though, because in the intro backstory, the eyes seem to have already been in Hell before the Exterminations began.

And in the intro, the eyes showed up specifically after Charlie talked about Sin worming its way to humanity because of what Lilith and Lucifer convinced Eve to do. If this timing is in any way relevant, the eyes could be related to Roo aka The Root of Evil instead.

I'm not sure if other characters were drawn with these disembodied eyes as much as Vaggie has been. But at the very least, I think Vaggie's the one drawn the most often with them.

Anyways, considering all this, the more obvious and plausible answer could be that the eyes was just Vivzie's way of foreshadowing her guilt over Exterminating demons. But if Vaggie can be allowed to be more involved with the biggest bad of the show in a more direct way than just her close proximity with the main protag, then maybe it's even meant to foreshadow even more than we already know. I don't have a lot of hope for this tbh. It's not like Vaggie was a very important angel. Exorcists gave me the impression that they could be pretty low in Heaven's hierarchy. So like, idk why this could foreshadow a connection with Roo, but it is a super interesting thought to entertain lol

Now on Heaven's side though, the eyes could also just be for a touch of tragic irony I guess. Angels in the old testament looked a lot closer to this...

... Lotsa eyes and shit. And that's why the seraphs like Lucifer, Sera, and Emily could manifest multiple extra eyes in their "true forms".

But Vaggie was stripped away of everything that physically made her an angel. Lute took away her wings, halo, and even one of her goddamned eyes. Ain't it ironic that she has only one eye when the most powerful angels have been shown with a whole dang lot? Seems to me like it was another cruel way of Lute's to show that Vaggie "has no place in Heaven". And the eyes haunting Vaggie could be a manifestation of her thoughts of it being true.

So to tie this all together(except for the Roo thing), you're right. It could be the guilt over what she did to Hell's denizens. But it could also be an ironic, symbolic reminder that she was an exile of Heaven.

[plaidos]

would it be considered transmedicalism/truscum beliefs to think that you do need either dysphoria/euphoria to be trans, but that what defines either one is pretty all encompassing and accepting?

one example being if someone is 'fine' with being cis but thinks about being born the opposite gender, then i would consider them thinking about that a form of euphoria this goes for a lot of similar examples or transition types as well.

My main thought/point is that things that bring dysphoria/euphoria can be overlooked and dont have to be such a hard defined line

i didn’t answer this the first time intentionally, but since you’ve now written it out practically word for word multiple times (which is annoying. please don’t do that.) i’m going to just so you stop sending me it.

i don’t care how loosely and openly you define dysphoria/euphoria: we should fundamentally & categorically not be asking questions about who “counts” as trans like this. like you can define it as openly as possible but i still just have to ask like why. why do you feel the need to define shit like this. furthermore stop saying things like “born a certain gender” like if your conception of assigning gender is “being born a boy/girl” then you personally and specifically should not be doing any kind of theorising about what does and does not “count” as trans.

stop sending me shit like this. i’m not the transsexual arbiter. i’m not your mommy. work out your moral problems with yourself on your own

[lilac-hecox]

i remember some of those losers on twitter were implying/joking with their other loser friends that damien was trying to push the ship for his popularity sake (their ego and and how important they think their warped perspectives are to the creators they are fan of as an incular little community is laughable btw) because he dared to mention angela a couple times. (im not even gonna get into how infantalizing it is to be this protective over 30 something year old capable adult woman. but i guess you can only be infantalizing to men!! women dont count as adult humans capable of controling their own narrative i guess lol) or they would imply he was being weird and obsessed because god forbid he had something to say about his coworker he clearly values and likes a lot because she is talented and lovely (this is something only the parasocial angela stans on twitter can notice and appreciate not the people who know her real life!!! nope!!!) just like he does with his other coworkers/friends btw. he also mentions them when its in the right context. shocking concept! (i remember him mentioning how chanse gives good level-headed fashion advice and how gentle he is with it how erin/spencer are so funny etc etc on his streams but nobody is clipping that because it doesnt fit an anti-shipper or shipper narrative!) these are types of fanfics/headcannons a hardcore shipper would come up with btw, i always notice how hardcore shippers acts the same delusional ways with antishippers but with narratives shifted a little, jokingly or not. they are made from the cloth lmao. there are some stans that loove taking largely innocuous stuff like this to fit their narrative about what damiens true intentions are over every little normal human things he does because they are obsessed with their idea of him as this uniquely bad dude that i think actually reflects who THEY are on the inside :) just my humble little opinion/rant. i really dont think they are that important or have much power btw. just annoying and loud in their own community which goes away easily if you mute it/ignore it. which i did for a longtime but this weird shit they are doing sparked some hidden ire i guess lol, all fan spaces have weirdos like this. i have been in a kpop fandom before and its so funny how these people are doing the same stupid ship wars over a youtube/improve troop. im sure they also partake in similar fandoms before just like this. talking about biases being obsessed with lineups etc all are kpop standom language. its that type of behavior a fanship/parasocial relashiship driven mega industry cultivated spilling over every little micro fandom now. /this is just my weird theory that explains some of the off putting behaviors i've seen, in my experience at least.

It is wild to me just how much Damien is hated over there on smoshtwt, and people are attacked for stanning him. The same for the crazy amount of hate damangela gets as a ship.

I think it's unfortunate that damangela stuff cropped up after shourtney came out as married so people began suspecting that people shipped damien and Angela in the same way?

Also, admittedly, there is a lot of infantilizing of both Damien and Angela by their respective fans.

I think it really just needs to be an issue of blocking/muting antis like you said!

[sendpseuds]

Oh my god... Mall goth anakin x on-the-verge-of-a-midlife-crisis obiwan... Your Mind

[part one][part two]

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Obi-Wan knows he's already spent far more money than he'd planned. Store after store he's found himself nodding absently in response to every request Korkie makes. The huge wireless headphones he doesn't need. The limited edition sneakers that look identical to the ones already in his closet. The sunglasses all the cool kids are wearing.

Today, Obi-Wan can't seem to say No.

It would be easy to say he's doing it to make his son smile — it's not as if he's above buying a bit of the boy's affection from time to time — but the truth is, it would be far easier to stick to a budget were Obi-Wan's mind not so completely occupied by other things.

Things like leather harnesses and eyebrow scars.

Charcoal rimmed eyes and a teasing smile.

The unavoidable temptation of a shiny silver ring through a perfectly pouting lower lip.

Obi-Wan's cheek still burns where the young man kissed him, close enough to the line of his beard that he's certain the rough hairs must have tickled the soft corner of that painfully pretty mouth.

Had that actually happened?

Had it actually been want he’d seen in that sharp sapphire stare?

Had he actually said those things?

Meant those murmured words?

The questions are a near-constant loop in his head.

Being propositioned for sex is not an entirely foreign concept to Obi-Wan — it was certainly more common in his young and reckless years but he’s been single for a while now and it happens more often than people might think. Nowadays it’s usually, "Wanna get out of here?" from a tipsy patron in a dark dirty bar, or "Which one is yours?" from a single mother rooting for the rival team in the late innings of a high school baseball game.

The last time he was approached like this— with such brazen aggression, such wild open want — the last time a pretty young thing in leather and low-rise jeans cornered Obi-Wan in a dark neon-soaked room he had a fake ID and no clue he was about to become a dad.

"I think I'd rather call you Daddy."

Fucking hell.

"Hey, Dad?"

Obi-Wan needs to physically shake the thoughts from his head before he can look at his son.

His son who, as per usual, is buried in his phone.

"Yes?" Obi-Wan hums expectantly, as if he hasn't been walking around in a daze all day, cocking his head to one side when Korkie clicks off his phone but doesn't move to place it in his pocket.

"You've been really cool today," Korkie replies with a sincerity that hits Obi-Wan right in the chest, his heart squeezing tightly when he meets a pair of eyes that look like a mirror of his own, "and I know we planned to go to Dex's for lunch—"

Then Obi-Wan understands.

"But you have other plans?"

He looks appropriately apologetic.

He looks so much like his mom.

"Soniee just got her license," the teenager explains, holding up his phone as if it's evidence to his claim, his eyes darting away at the mention of his school friend's name, "She wants to celebrate."

"She wants to celebrate, hm?" Obi-Wan can't help but tease, barely resisting the urge to immediately apologize for the part his DNA had in the boy's complete inability to fight the blush creeping down his neck, remembering how endlessly Satine used to tease him, "With you?"

"Not just me," Korkie scoffs, somewhere between annoyed at his father and disappointed that it won't just be him and his crush driving around in the beat up sedan her father has been saving for her ever since he got that big truck he doesn't need, "She said she can pick me up here and drop me off at home later."

Obi-Wan know's that Home does not mean his apartment.

"I should call your mom—"

"I already texted her," Korkie quickly replies, holding up his phone to display the typical response of, "As long as it's alright with your father."

All Obi-Wan sees is the time.

And today, he just can't seem to say No.

"Alright," he agrees with a nod and a slanted smile, "As long as you promise to wear your seatbelt—" Korkie groans and rolls his eyes. Obi-Wan smiles. "And—" he continues loudly, holding up a finger as if to halt any oncoming complaints, "And if you consider spending an extra day or two with me before school starts so we can go up to Qui-Gon's camp."

"Fishing?" Korkie guesses, neither excited nor deterred by the prospect.

"I was actually thinking we could take his old Jeep out for some off-road driving lessons."

"Really!?"

"You can't—"

"I would never tell Mom."

Obi-Wan will tell Satine. He always does.

Sometimes, it's still fun to play the game.

"You're sure this is okay?" Korkie asks once the day's purchases are stuffed inside his new backpack, his tone almost uncomfortably earnest, "I feel bad about skipping lunch."

The kid probably thinks his dad is going to sit in their favorite diner by himself and frown into his french fries while Dex tries to cheer him up with wild stories of far faraway places.

Most times, he would probably be right.

Korkie also thinks no one has called Obi-Wan Daddy since he was seven.

"Get out of here," Obi-Wan insists with a smile, "I've got places to be."

That earns him a laugh.

There's an odd itch at the base of Obi-Wan's skull. One that crawls all the down his spine.

There's a secret in his throat he can't seem to swallow.

There's a low husky voice in the back of his mind counting down to a beautiful boy's thirty-minute lunch break.

"But that's more than enough time isn't it?"

He should leave.

Walk right out to the car and drive to Dex's alone exactly the way his son thinks he will.

"See you later, Dad!"

"Enough time for Daddy to fuck me—"

But, today, Obi-Wan just can't seem to say No.

[part one][part two]

[the-crooked-library]

Yeah I saw memes on xtter about how Nosferatu and Babygirl are the same movie because they're about "a sigma fuckboy whisking away a woman from her weak beta male" and I'm like... is a guy who is after one (1) person that? Really? He has one obsession and contract. You're making a dumb comparison.

Same with the instagram memes that go "Virgin Orlok: had to threaten Ellen VS Chad Dracula: rizzed up Mina by telling her he crossed oceans of time". The movies have lied to you about him

Yep and it annoys me so much!.. I mean -

There are so many better and more accurate ways to make fun of Orlok. I mean, he's a massive simp, he lives with 5000 rats, he's literally rotting but he's got a 10-step moustache care routine, he had to learn to cook to feed Thomas, etc etc. There's no need to make shit up, he's a mess as it is

The Dracula shit is even more annoying tbh because the only reason Dracula is even interested in Mina in the 1992 film is BECAUSE OF ORLOK in the first place. It's a derivation of Murnau's 1922 Nosferatu, that is the first time a romantic fixation was introduced to a Dracula adaptation, and everyone that came after was just using that concept because it proved to be very compelling. Orlok is the literal origin of this romance trope

- but let's be honest, if Orlok looked like Bill Skarsgard, we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.

[cordiallyb]

Restless | Wanda Maximoff

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Summary: Restless nights are grueling and irritating, especially when you're a light sleeper.

Contains: N/A.

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The fan hummed as the blades rotated round and round through the night. The humming, aside from the passing cars in the street far below the level of my apartment, were all that sounded. Cars sounded occasionally, their horns blaring in short bursts as those doing their three A.M. commutes or drives around the city, continued on with their night.

I lied on my back, my hands folded over my stomach as my eyes were shut, trying to slow my breathing in hopes that a slower rate would somehow make me fall asleep. I had read somewhere online once that lying on your back, slowing your breathing and then turning onto your right side and continuing with a slow breathing rate could help you fall asleep quicker.

I had been tossing for the last few hours, not able to fall asleep as whenever I did, I would wake up from a quick ten minute nap. The entire cycle repeated to what was now, three twenty in the morning.

I moved onto my right side, keeping my eyes shut as I was determined to sleep. Only, after being in this position for a couple of minutes did I become discouraged. I released a sharp breath through my nostrils, turning back onto my back as I hit my head onto my pillow a couple of times.

A hum of slight disturbance sounded from beside me, I turned to my left to see a sleeping Wanda lying on her right side. Her left hand lying in between us, palm down on the mattress as her red-orange hair was in slight disarray. Strands of her hair covering her forehead as other pieces were hanging off of her cheek.

I turned onto my left side, smiling softly to myself at the beautiful woman next to me. Her eyebrows creased as though she were focused on her dream, or even irritated with me for moving. I wasn't completely sure if she was awake but once her creased eyebrows started to release slowly, I knew she was asleep.

She was a heavy sleeper most nights. Unlike me, I was easily woken up by anything, be it a mumble from Wanda when she would sleep talk every once in a while, a shout from a pedestrian in the street, or even the sound of the air conditioner turning on, I was sensitive to sound. And though it was of course convenient, considering the line of work Wanda had, as just being in a relationship with her put me at risk... It was annoying on the daily when I just wanted a decent night of sleep like a normal human being.

Releasing a breath through my nose I slowly sat up in the bed, doing my best to not make too much noise with the comforter as I left from under the covers. In standing up from the bed, my head felt a bit dizzy momentarily from the movement I suppose, and my vision went black for a split second. I leaned to my right, hitting my nightstand with my thigh, causing the knick knacks on top of it to clatter a bit as they moved on the tabletop.

Wincing, I turned around to see if I'd woken Wanda, surely with that noise she had to have at least been stirred even in the slightest. But no, I released a breath I'd held in as now she was only turning onto her left, her back facing me.

Nodding to myself, I tiptoed the cold hardwood floors as I crept out of the room, and went over to the living room. The living room was the room you entered just as you left ours. It was also the first area space of the apartment you'd enter, once passing through the front door.

Our apartment wasn't too small but it wasn't grand either. Surprisingly, Wanda didn't want a larger apartment as she liked the compactness of the one we rented. I remember her saying that we didn't need a lot of space, and if we had more of it, "it would just encourage us to buy things we didn't need".

The place housed one bedroom, one bathroom, and a storage closet that was to the right when you exited our room. The entire floor plan was pretty much open concept, the only walls being from the side of the apartment which held our room, bathroom, and the storage room.

Our kitchen was small, but like the rest of the house, it was lively, as Wanda wanted to plant greenery in the apartment to add color, and that "feeling". She said, "I feel like it's...Happy. The plants, they show life, and life is supposed to be happy. We need happy," she shrugged to me as we stood in the garden center of some warehouse shop.

I remember it all so vividly. Smiling at her, I kissed the side of her head as I agreed. "Yeah, happy is good." Wanda smiled back at me, turning her attention to the plant in her hands as she asked about how it would look in the kitchen, stating we would definitely need another one so this houseplant wouldn't be lonely. Only then, we would need about twenty more as the last would need a plant-friend too (hence our greenery in the apartment).

While smiling fondly at the reminiscent memory, I went over to the couch, deciding on sleeping there for the night. I knew I would most likely continue moving around and figured, even if I don't sleep tonight, Wanda should be able to.

Lying down on my back, I planted the bottom of my foot on the cushion, my right leg lying across the couch as I rested my left forearm over my forehead. Releasing a breath as I shut my eyes once more, my mind finally coming blank as I slowly drifted into sleep.

This sleep didn't last long though as I felt something beside me. I opened my eyes to see a figure standing right beside the couch, immediately my heart raced as I sat upright, preparing to yell before I realized who it was. "My God, Wanda," I grabbed at my chest, "Nearly scared me to death."

My reaction didn't affect Wanda though, as she remained standing where she was, her blanket bundling her as her eyebrows were creased in a tired state of confusion. Shaking her head she asked me in a low and slightly groggy voice, "What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep," I answered, "I didn't wake you when I left did I? What time is it?" I asked, moving around to look for a clock or anything to tell the time only to find nothing as I was not in my room and did not have my phone.

Wanda said 'no', that I hadn't woken her, "It's four in the morning," she said, "I turned and didn't feel you there, just the blanket. That's when I," she covered her mouth with the blanket, releasing a long yawn, "When I woke up," she finished.

"Oh," I rubbed my face, releasing a yawn as I went on my back again, taking the same position as before, only not covering my forehead as Wanda was still talking to me.

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because, just because I can't sleep doesn't mean," another yawn escaped my mouth, my eyes watered as the yawn left my mouth. "Doesn't mean you shouldn't either. Just go back to bed, I'm fine out here," I said.

Wanda stood there a moment not saying anything, and instead stood in silence, the crease of her brow indicating she was considering my words. I opened my mouth to tell her I would be okay in the living room, but she took off her blanket and began draping it over me.

"Wands," I started only to be cut off as Wanda instructed me to scoot, moving into my side as she lied on her left side and I now lied on my right.

"Wanda, there's no way you're comfortable," I said through a small laugh, her right arm draped over my waist as she used my body to scoot more into the sofa.

"Yes, I am," she grunted, pulling my right arm below her head as she used it as a pillow. In the process, she lifted and laid her head softly on my arm a few times, trying to find a spot that was more pleasant than the last. "See?" she asked as she settled. "So cozy," she exaggerated, nodding her head lightly.

She shut her eyes, releasing a content sigh as she seemed to be falling back into a sleep as peacefully as she appeared to be in the room before. Not opening her eyes, she lightly tapped my waist with her fingertips, "You're not going to be able to fall asleep if you don't shut your eyes, Y/L/N," she said in her sleepy voice, a slight raspiness coating it.

Releasing a small laugh, I moved my fingers through her hair as I swept the strands away from her forehead. Lightly brushing the pad of my thumb over her eyebrow, I felt the smile on my lips and didn't mind it being there. Typically when I held one while looking at her, she would tease me, or say or do something goofy to make me laugh which led to her laughing.

Part of me thinks that she does that to make herself smile or have 'reason' to, as I had noticed that she smiles after seeing me smile, almost like that was her automatic reaction.

Whenever I saw her, heard her voice or laugh, held her close, felt her hold me or anything that involved her being there...the smile just came with the immense feeling of gratitude and happiness that she filled me with. They were things that I was met with constantly and only because of her, she was my reason.

Moving the backs of my fingers over her cheek, I leaned my head closer to her before placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

A smile came to Wanda's lips as she kept her eyes closed, moving further into me as she rested her head under my chin. I held her close with my right arm, rubbing the top of her back soothingly, the refrigerator humming into the silent apartment as we lay on the couch.

The air conditioner turned on but it didn't bother me, instead I focused on what was happening in the now, feeling grateful for my home, my wonderful girlfriend, and though I wasn't able to fall asleep, I was thankful for Wanda for being patient with me when I couldn't sleep. Knowing it had to have been annoying to her to deal with at times as well, then I went on to thinking about her. Thinking about how much I loved this person in my arms.

Shutting my eyes, I smiled to myself, hugging Wanda with my arm.

"I love you too," Wanda murmured, her words causing my smile to grow even more than before. Leaning my head, I moved to place another kiss on top of hers, before shutting my eyes once more, finally drifting off to sleep.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Concept: Beast Chuuya walking into work one day and getting told that this random 14 year old is now the head of the Boss’s security.

Knowing Beast Dazai though I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even tell him.

Beast Atsushi’s just walks in like erm hi I’m supposed to give my report to you. And Beast Chuuya’s like…who the fuck are you?!

Beast Dazai’s in his office happily counting back from 5 and on the dot Beast Chuuya storms in.

“Why Chuuya to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Why is this brat saying he’s your head of security?!”

“It’s quite self explanatory.”

“No no it isn’t! Why the hell did you make a random kid-“

“Are you questioning my orders?”

“….Whats his name?”

“I’m sure if you ask nicely he’ll tell you.”

Beast Atsushi shrinking back as Beast Chuuya looks at him expectantly. “Number….I mean Atsushi Nakajima sir.”

There’s a silence.

Before “Chuuya Nakahara. But that’s Executive Nakahara to you.”

He says before beckoning Beast Atsushi to follow him out. There’s a seconds hesitation before Beast Dazai nods and so Beast Atsushi follows.

Beast Chuuya sighs.

“I don’t care for why or how but if he says you’re gonna be the one guarding him. Then I’m gonna make you fit to be his guard.“

“Yes sir.”

“But first we’re getting you a new outfit. You’re not walking around with such high status in rags you’ll embarrass us all.”

Beast Atsushi looks down self consciously. Beast Chuuya tssks, well it’s better then him being an egotistical smartness he supposed.

“What’s your ability and does the Boss know about it.”

“I can turn into a tiger. He knows, he found me when I was locked up. I transformed and…almost bit him.”

Yeah that sounds about right.

“When were you hired?”

“Last night when he found me.”

…yeah that sounds about right. He could feel the oncoming headache already.

“We’ll cast aside everything from before then. Who you were doesn’t matter here or to anyone. You’re Atsushi Nakajima of the Port Mafia, the Boss’s security.”

Beast Atsushi stands up taller, a look of determination on his face. “Understood, sir I won’t let you down.”

Damnit he wasn’t gonna get attached. But it was intriguing to see someone you’d expect to be eaten alive by darkness stand so tall in it.

The Boss wouldn’t have picked him if he didn’t think he could do it, as annoyed as Beast Chuuya was to admit that.

“It’s not me you have to worry about kid.”

[meear]

umineko fans are the original "if you don't like it you just didn't understand it" people. I genuinely cannot think of anyone more annoying and obnoxious, except SNK fans, except not even them, because in Umineko's case that behavior is enabled by the author himself. It's crazy how a story that spent hundreds of hours discussing the value in several coexisting interpetations will have both characters and fans turning around and tell you that actually you're completely wrong for thinking a certain way

The crazy part is they don't even realise how their smug attitude about being part of R07's very special club of people who "have love" and the superior way they act about holding the true answer are EXACTLY the Erika traits they criticise in readers who don't think like them. "He spells it out but you still cannot see it? Lol" "are there still people who can't accept the literal canon answer? lmfao" "you know you're exactly the goats r07 wrote about right?" (Because r07 is a god who cannot possibly be contradicted, this is supposed to be the worst insult somehow) (these fans cannot seem to decide who the goats are an analogy for, considering they'll scramble to say they only represent the story's witch hunters as a criticism of true crime fans when you call out r07's arrogance, yet they'll smugly tell you you're just a goat when you question the story itself. Thank you, it's nice to know that Ryukishi wrote about me, but that doesn't answer the fucking question, Brian)

It's incredibly ironic. How did a story like Umineko create and encourage so many people to sanctify one "official answer" and taking any other attempt as an insult?? Like is anyone feeling how ryu07 completely fucked up at what he was trying to do?

"So I won't open the catbox and reveal what actually happened on the island." oh, that's cool, I actually really like that! I agree that ultimately the true events of that day are a pretty trivial part of the story, and it's way more interesting not to know - "anyway it's Rudolf and Kyrie and it happened exactly like so and so, and Shkanontrice did this and that".

... Okay, well I really wish that had remained a mystery forever, since the point was that any truth would've been anticlimatic, and the choice to reveal that genuinely kills a lot of what made Umineko's appeal to me, but I guess we can still have fun with EP1-4 and try several alternative theories for the sequence of events- "here's the manga explaining everything in detail and if you didn't get it have you tried maybe having some more love? It would be sooo clear if you had love lmfao. you literally cannot comprehend my work unless you have"

... I really wish that guy would stop making assumptions about the inner mind of complete strangers who read his work, but I do enjoy getting to choose an ending! it really fits in with Umineko's theme of choosing the truth for yourself and making your own path that you can be happy with, as long as you keep thinking- "the Magic ending is meant to be the true end btw. if you prefer the other one you pretty much have no heart lol, it's obviously framed like a bad ending and there's only one acceptable choice and one way ange can find happiness"

... man, I'm so bored. Why write a game like that and then make it so that some choices are better than others instead of letting people think for themselves? Why would you force an interpretation on people/Ange when I've been led to believe that the narrative was against that sort of things? You want to highlight the value in your vision of "magic", fine, but why am I the heartless bitch for disliking that perspective and even trying to see things differently?

Why would you write a whole game around the really fun concept of several tales happening at the same time and the existence of endless truths inside the same catbox only to open the catbox and tell me "NO, you need to think a certain way, and if you don't like my answer FUCK YOU"

I understand that maybe he just had a specific answer in mind but I'm sorry the way he write the ending simply does not match the vision he seemed to have in the earlier chapters.

I genuinely respect Umineko as a work, I think it's one of the most ambitious stories I've seen and there is some amazing writing in there, but if Ryukishi wanted to allow for people to keep thinking and discussing what it means, he has failed miserably and I'm not talking about confession of the golden witch, I'm talking about the way he and his minions have shut down any possible discussion under the guise of "you just don't get it" (rephrased to "you don't have love" to make it sound more enlightened) and it's soured my enjoyment of something that should've been an amazing story. What is even left to discuss here when everyone has pretty much already made up their mind?

[princeblue]

CRYING

Tengen would def post thirst-traps on tiktok But☝️ I believe with my whole heart Sanemi & Obanai would be making fun of him to hellll and back while Zenitsu comments “kys”

[beneaththebloodylake]

ace attorney is NOT set in america it is set in JAPAN

[nattikay]

the constant inner struggle of a Na'vi speaker/teacher browsing Na'vi OCs

[sunnibits]

potentially hot take but this is a pet peeve of mine

[averycutesalamander]

i have extremely neutral opinions about SMAUs (social media AUs) but i just thought about what Boothill's role would be in one and im kind of losing my mind about it.

his account handle is @.silvergunshura and he literally only posts clumsy nature photos and occasional pics of his gun. a handful of videos that are just the sound of the wilds. never puts any captions or tags on his posts. extremely long unacknowledged absences with no schedule. double-digit amount of followers at an absolute maximum. absolutely no interaction with his audience. or anyone else on the platform actually. quite frankly he doesn't pay any attention to his following in the slightest. bro simply cannot be bothered. for all he cares he is sending these photos to the void and there are no other users on the platform.

and then he posts one (1) video of him at the shooting range nailing bullseyes left and right like it's nothing. barely half of his body is in frame and most of his face is covered by his hair. someone with a decent following shares it and his entire fucking profile EXPLODES because people will NOT stop talking about how hot he is and it kinda snowballs from there. people go through his entire backlog only to find ZERO other posts with his face or body in them. the best they get is little snippets of his arms. people are frothing at the fucking mouth trying to figure out who he is and nobody knows because he literally hasn't said a single word in his entire posting history. people make theory posts, which obviously gets more people invested in this new mystery. his comments are filled with people speculating about who he is and what the fuck he's doing. someone posts a massive spreadsheet detailing all of the identifiable locations in his posts, and they're literally all over the galaxy. immediately afterwards they're cancelled for some vague allegations about them being a shady intelligentsia guild member guilty of multiple human rights violations and everybody completely forgets about the spreadsheet.

Boothill posts a single blurry photo of his hand feeding a chipmunk and people lose their goddamn minds. he follows this up an hour later with a photo of the same chipmunk sitting on his shoulder that is somehow even blurrier than the last and it briefly trends on the front page. a week later he uploads a video of him playing a harmonica by a campfire, once again barely in frame, lit only by the flickering fire. people brighten the video in a desperate attempt to get a better look at his face, but there's nothing identifiable. someone posts a slightly unhinged video examining the tiniest pixels in every screencap of him that they can find, claiming that he's definitely a halovian because of some extremely blurry details, and you technically can't deny it as a possibility because there are no clear shots of where his halo or wings would be. naturally this severely divides fans, and several other theories about his species pop up over the course of a few days. many people are called morons from all sides.

the REAL drama comes when he posts a picture where he's holding what looks suspiciously like an extremely precious meteorite-formed gem that was stolen during a private IPC auction two weeks ago. this post is also notable because it's the first time he's used a caption and it's literally just "lol". naturally people quickly connects the dots and realize that he's BOOTHILL, that crazy motherfucker with the vendetta against the IPC, and why the fuck is he posting nature photos and videos of him feeding birds and shit. silvergunshura fans are instantly divided by discourse about whether or not it's ethical to be a fan. "silvergun fans dni" and "silvergun antis dni" become staples in the bios of people invested in the drama. a bunch of fans start using his substitute swears, and whether or not this is ironic is extremely debatable. the business of cyborg modifications has a moderate boom. anti-IPC sentiments have a notable increase, but now the people doing serious exposés and earnest discussion about the humanitarian crimes of the IPC that are concealed from the public are constantly called simps. there's a brief stint with a handful of Boothill copycat crimes that are all solved within the week.

people unsuccessfully try to hunt down any other potential socials to no avail, but this does spawn a massive wave of fake accounts on a million different platforms, which obviously successfully baits a ton of people. the drama gets even spicier when the moderators shut down his account. one of the mods gets doxxed by an outraged fan. even more fake accounts pop up. Boothill comes back less than a week later as @.silvercowboy244 like nothing happened. his returning post is a crooked picture of a sorta weird looking tree, and he's pointing toward the top left of the frame. the caption is just "bird?" and nobody can figure out what the FUCK that's supposed to mean, because there's no bird visible in the picture, nor is there a bird nest in the tree. conspiracy theories and decoders are immediately chomping at the bit trying to figure out if it has some kind of secret meaning.

tons of people try to use his posts to pinpoint his location for clout or the bounty money or to find him in person and beg him to let them give him head, but he never posts them exactly when they're taken, and nobody can figure out what the fuck logic he's using to pick his next destination. there's an IPC investigation. his accounts keep getting banned but he keeps coming back like a cockroach. dedicated fan archives are made to preserve all of his shitty photos. he never acknowledges any of the drama.

if you're fortunate enough to know Boothill personally and you ask him about all of that weird shit with his socials, he just shrugs and says, "yep, i keep gettin' locked out. can't remember passwords for shirt." if you ask him what he thinks of all the drama surrounding his online presence, he gives you the most bewildered expression you've ever seen on his face. "what the fork are you yappin' about?? what do you mean i got "band" ?? disk horse??? docksing???? i think you've got a few screws loose buddy" and he promptly forgets about the entire ordeal and goes back to posting blurry nature pictures like literally nothing happened.

edit: here's part two-ish lol

[elisedonut]

Percy: I've done something idiotic

Penny: Oh jeez, who did you sleep with this time?