#but now he learned that was NEVER the case

[strangersteddierthings]

Omegaverse scentmates fic where Steve wears scent blockers (patches that cover the scent gland in this case) because he wants someone to love him for him. Eddie doesn't wear scent blockers because they're expensive. Steve knows they are scentmates but also knows that Eddie doesn't like him because of who he was in high school. Eddie doesn't know they're scentmates.

Steve spends the fic trying to befriend Eddie to no avail. Eddie will NOT budge on whatever grudge he's holding. Which sucks because the more Steve learns about Eddie, the more Steve likes him beyond the romantic idea of Scentmates. He likes that Eddie isn't afraid to be his honest self, likes that he's loud and in-your-face and slightly obnoxious. Likes that he's genuine friends with the Party outside of Hellfire. Likes that he's not afraid to make a fool of himself to cheer someone up or get a smile out of them (not that he's ever done this for Steve but he had done it for Max and Dustin that Steve was around to witness). And that's just the start of the list.

There would eventually be a confrontation ala "I'll never be good enough for you, will I?" From Steve and Eddie scoffing in response. It turns into a fight where Eddie finally yells, "what do you care if I like you!? Is having the rest of of the world on your silver spoon not enough?"

And Steve just rips off the scent blocker and stares Eddie down until he sees his scent register to Eddie; Eddie's eyes widen and he takes in several deep inhales like his (secondary gender of choice) can't let Eddie stop smelling him. It's only once Eddie opens his mouth to say something that Steve speaks. "This! This was why. I want to be with someone who wants to be with me! And you've made it real fucking clear that's never happening. Have a nice life, Munson." And then he leaves.

Because if Eddie's going to be interested in him now that he knows, Steve doesn't want it. If Eddie couldn't like Steve for who he was, then Steve not even going to pretend to entertain the idea of letting Eddie near him just because they smell good to each other. Steve would rather be with someone whose scent makes him gag but who laughs at his jokes than settle with someone who would just be tolerating him.

Eddie is left standing there trying to figure out how to prove to Steve that he does like him, and has liked him for a long time. Eddie was just trying to protect himself and couldn't let himself believe Steve's interest was genuine.

How does the fic end? Your choice if you write it <3 (please tag me if you do)

[gentleman-velvet]

I don’t really see Andrew being the vengeful spirit because of one main reason

The gravestones at the end of fnaf 6

We learn that the mysterious gravestone on the right is meant to be Cassidy, information that was discovered via the survival log book. A book that came out like less than a month after simulator. So there is probably a connection there. Plus we get a grave stone within the book, further connecting it to the grave stone

Now, if Andrew was the accidental kill, than he should be still part of the party of graves since he was still killed at that party (though that’s just opinion.

But, if Andrew is instead the grave stone within the background and is possessing golden Freddy, then who is Cassidy possessing? Where is she (or he, I don’t think they ever confirm the gender of it)

Further more, it makes more sense for that background grave to be instead Charlie, since she is the one who was killed separately from the rest of them, but was also the the one who brought them back to life by stuffing them inside the suits (the give gifts, give life mini game from fnaf 2)

So, if that’s the case, then maybe Cassidy isn’t the grave stone, then why introduce that name within the log book?

You see what I mean? Andrew being the vengeful spirit never really made this way, the grave stones seem to be stopping it

And we actually get confirmation that these grave stones are meant to the 5 animatronics and the puppet because of fnaf help wanted 2 and the princess quest mini game

It just seems so much simpler to see Cassidy as the 5th missing child and the vengeful spirit because of how mysterious her gravestone is and how you actually have to solve it. Which people would connect golden Freddy because they too are mysterious and stand out from the pact, just like the gravestone

Now, what about the “the one you shouldn’t have killed” line, what about that. Well it’s actually pretty simple, Cassidy is just extremely angry and pissed at William for killing them and that kind expresses that anger

Plus, about Cassidy wanting to save the spirits, she can be one to save the spirits but also want vengeance on him (though that’s assuming movie golden child and game Cassidy are the same person with the same personality, this my weaker point)



The FNAF story of the one you shouldn’t have killed..

[blubunz]

SUGAR & SPICE

— sugar daddy! bruce wayne x f! sugar baby! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: reader doesn't know bruce wayne is batman, overstimulation, fingering, praise kink, slight angst, daddy kink obvi, not a lot in here though.

A/N: Ough I don't think this is healthy at all um yeah that's all :] idk if this is angst though I put the tag there just in case. I have a different plot in mind though but I can't lead the story up to that I'm so upset. Maybe I'll do a part 2.

Honestly, Bruce isn't the type to maintain a long-lasting relationship. You should've learned that by now. Hell, one of his titles is The Playboy Millionaire! Or, billionaire. Millionaire is so last season.

Still, young and naive little girl you are, you chase after him. Sometimes, it reminds him of a puppy, always seeking his validation. You are always at every one of his event, dressed so nicely in your favorite colour, with that sparkly eyes and cute smile.

You're not his type, not exactly the one he's looking for to spend the rest of his life when he's skin and bones. You should've given up long ago, he's the type to tease, not to indulge.

He gives you one night, one night to satisfy your urges. You look so pathetic when he denies you, it melts his heart even if his moral is screaming at him not to. You're old enough, already an adult, sure. But he is too old for you, still. This will never work out for the two of you.

That night, he brings you to a lavish hotel, booked on the highest floor, the most luxurious one. Bruce is an absolute gentleman, of course he is, he's not acting like himself, he simply just wants you to stop, to make you realize after one night that he's not a good fit for you.

Bruce can see your anticipation, how your hips sway when you walk, or when he sits you down, your thighs are tightly closed against each other, practically rubbing yourself underneath your dress. He doesn't want to rush you, he even offers to get some food first or shower, but you insist.

Young people these days.

If that's what you want, then.

Bruce sighs, but he gives you a smile that melts your vulnerable heart. You jolt when he gently touches your thigh, and before he can ask you anything, you frantically nod.

“Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself.” You stammer nervously, already sweating bullets. Fuck, you didn't expect yourself to react like this. You're mostly excited, but your body reacts the same when you're nervous too, of course you're sweating, but for good reasons.

“Don't worry, sweet girl. I live up to my reputation.” In actuality, he doesn't sleep around a lot. A few women, sure, but it doesn't go above five.

He's crazy good, though. His finger gently swipes up and down the front of your panties, feeling it getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. He's observing you close and slowly, and you feel yourself burning just from that alone.

Bruce leans down, pressing a small kiss on your cheek. “I'll put my fingers in, is that okay?”

You nod, breathing shakily when he plays with your pubes, then going past it to reach under. Big fingers gently touching your clit, down to your slick folds.

Your hips buck, and you grab his wrist tightly, trying to hump yourself on it.

“Calm down, I haven't put it in.” He laughs, voice low and rumbly in his chest when he can even feel your desperation seeping through his fingers. “I don't want to rush. Stay still for me, okay, baby?”

You nod, slowly loosening your grip, and Bruce pushes two fingers in your puffy cunt. His eyes closed, feeling your wet heat squeezing his fingers as if it's his cock. You're practically shaking, moaning and eyes rolling up already when he's knuckles deep in you. What would you do if it was his cock instead?

Luckily enough, he doesn't plan to fuck you tonight. He'll just fuck you with his fingers until you pass out and that's it, that should make you feel enough.

His mind sets on it quickly, pulling your panties off completely, he begins plunging his fingers in and out of your needy pussy, and you can feel the pads pressing and curling up against your walls, stretching you out so much, rubbing right against that spot.

You're drooling already, your head leaning on his shoulder as he pulls you to his lap to keep you from squirming so much.

“That's it, baby. Let it out, no one can hear you.” He assures, wriggling his fingers in your cunt as he palm grinds against your clit. Your back arches, thinking of how alone you are, how there's just the two of you in this lavished hotel room, on the top floor that has the nicest view of this gloomy city.

“Bruce!” You gasps, his free hand gripping your arm tightly, leaning in your neck to kiss it. It tickles, you thought, but you can't react to it because his fingers just push in you once more, curling so delicious you feel like you're above the clouds.

Bruce reminds every second that this is for you, not for shared enjoyments between two people. Just you. Just to give you satisfaction, enough to have you ignore him, hopefully.

“Good girl. Move your hips just like that.” He pants, feeling a bit riled up himself too. He can't help it, of course he can't. You're moaning and writhing so much, shaking under his grip, so vulnerable and weak, something he expects from someone like you, but it doesn't mean he's used to it. “Can you cum for me, baby? Are you going to cum on my fingers?”

The way he's talking to you is nothing you've heard before. Like he's coddling you, like you're his delicate little doll. You've heard him talked many times, composed and calm, he carries that persona like he's some old-fashioned rich man. But now he's acting like someone you'd call "daddy" as you cling tight to him, and him hugging you back, praising you and protecting you as you deserve to be.

You cum with a silent scream, jaw hanging open and head tilting back with your eyes following. You can't think. How can you just have the best orgasm just from his fingers alone?

“Good girl.” He smiles, that makes you feel warm inside. With a gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead, he drawls his fingers out slowly, feeling your inside convulsed and twitching, clinging tight to him when he pulls out completely.

You're dazed already, too dazed to notice the growing bulge between his thighs. No, Bruce won't fuck you with that. Instead, he resumes his action, pushing his fingers back in, having his name shakingly spelled out from your throat.

“Hmngh...B-Bruce, I-I just—”

“Shh, shh. Come on, surely you can handle one more, can't you, pretty girl?” He pulls your face up to look at him. He gives you that same smile that gives you butterflies, going down to kiss behind your ear. “One more, please?”

You can't deny him. No one can. And certainly he's just made you crave him more after tonight, after so much orgasm in one night. Who wouldn't?

[oatmealwrites]

Catch Kira, Not Feelings! [Headcanons]

[ NOTE: This goes with my long series fic Catch Kira, Not Feelings! but you don't have to be reading that to get the gist of this ‘Co-worker L’ headcanons! ]

Small collection of headcanons I have for Co-worker! L [SFW & NSFW below the cut!]

small a/n at the end~

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Co-worker! L Who doesn’t have much of an opinion of you when Mr. Yagami brings your resume to him one evening. He skims it over and doesn’t dwell on the long lists of your achievements; what stands out to him is the glowing recommendation the older man and his son seem to have of you. (Not that Light was aware that his subtle brags about you to the task force had an impact on your future employment) L keeps the resume with a variety of other papers on his desk and after Watari’s background check is complete, he’s more eager to see why the Yagami family is so fixated on you than anything else. 

Co-worker! L  Who is speechless at his first impression of you; the resume you offer certainly doesn’t do you justice. Solving through his test within minutes, working well alongside everyone immediately, and you offer him just enough trust considering his elusive identity…  on top of that you're the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen???

He thought the fact Light spoke so highly of you must be indicative of something malicious– maybe a follower/disciple of Kira, not the complete opposite. 

Smart, charming, and easy to talk to? Yep, L is gone.

Co-worker! L Knows why he always offers you special tasks and private methods of communication. On one hand, he gets to put your genuine deductive abilities to good use… and on the other hand, he gets an excuse to see you more. 

He knows it’s dumb and childish, but that doesn’t change the way his body just craves to be near you. (Desserts just don’t taste the same when you’re not sitting beside him reviewing suicide notes :( ) Though in all honesty, the feeling is extremely foreign, but not unwelcome to him. 

Ryuzaki’s always been too busy to entertain anything outside of work, and part of him felt like he was missing out on actually experiencing life. He’s pushed that feeling down more times than he can count. But as soon as he learns that not all evenings need to be spent alone, working on cases, and mumbling to himself, that they could involve sitting beside you, listening to the stupid jokes you try and crack while you both shake away sleep to just work on oneee more document…is when he learns you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

Co-worker! L Is quick to notice all your habits. Open windows for fresh air leave you shivering? He’s already instructed Watari to stock the hotel suites with extra blankets. Light offered to make your coffee? He’s ensuring to have it pre-made to your liking from now on.

He wants to be someone you can depend on and trust, and this is just his indirect way of showing it.

Co-worker! L First denies ANY romantic attraction. You guys are friends! You even said so himself!! 

And at first he was more than happy to accept that title– it also being the first time someone has actually considered him one– but eventually he despises it. He may be a reclusive emo who happens to be the world’s greatest detective, but he’s still a 20-something year old with emotions and desires. 

Now, when he finally admits that he’s liking you as something more than platonic co-workers..?

He’s seen movies and reads leisurely in the moments when he does get free time, so he’s aware of his attraction to you… he just never thought it would actually happen in the first place. Of course with his luck, the one time he meets someone he thinks he can have a genuine connection with, he gets friend-zoned. By his only friend. 

[OK NSFW TIME HEHE]

Co-worker! L Feels absolutely awful the first time he jacks off to you. In the heat of the moment, it felt like his mind had melted into a puddle of pure carnal desire. Each stroke of his cock in his fist had him wishing it was you– any part of you instead. Maybe those pretty hands you also ensure to lotion up when they seem dry. Or in between those perky tits you keep unfairly hidden away behind layers of clothing. If you took him in your mouth, he might actually ascend and see heaven’s gates.

He cums harder and much faster than he anticipated, ensuring his cruel fate under your love sick spell. No matter how many times he pumps one out before you arrive at the nightly meeting, his dick still twitches the moment your eyes sweep over him and offer a simple ‘hello’. Ryuzaki knows he’s never gotten any action, but the mere presence of you sitting beside him at a work meeting has him feeling like a pent up teenager. 

Co-worker! L Shamelessly commits everything physical about you to memory– that way when he strokes his cock languidly after you leave, the mental image in his head is nearly perfect. It’s gotten to the point he can accurately guess your cup size and what the circumference of your ring finger is. He tells himself it would be useful if you ever went missing and the police needed a sketch, though the immediate description of ‘amazing smile, smells like a mixture of worn books and pastries, and has a fantastic rack’ that comes to mind wouldn’t be of much help. 

But maybe you know what you’re doing to him? How many times can you ‘accidentally’ drop a document and reach over the couch with your ass up to retrieve it before it’s on purpose? The arch of your back and the groan from the stretch of reaching makes Ryuzaki want to end the meeting early and pump you so full of his cum that you’ll be dripping him out for days. There’s no need to make all of these exaggerated moves when he’ll do whatever you want if you just say the command!

Co-worker! L Tries to keep all of his horny thoughts to himself as best as he can, such as: If your pussy tastes as good as he imagines, and if asking you to ride his face would be too straightforward if the two of you ever got intimate. Part of him is glad that Kira seemingly can’t read minds, because if it is Light, the young man would’ve ran to his father about their boss being a decrepit pervert who can’t seem to stop fantasizing taking his new hire raw. [he’s aware of the benefits of condoms, but he thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of your ovulation cycle and if he can time it juuuust right, then birth control wouldn’t be needed]

Co-worker! L Thinks he’s ok with living as your friend and only entertaining the idea of something more in mind until Aoyama rolls around. He kept you watching CCTV for your own protection, but also his own sanity. (If he had to watch you get killed, or worse, hit on by Light all day through a screen– he might consider detaining the young man regardless of proper evidence.) 

Until you look at him differently.

There’s a glow on the screen that illuminates you both in a static blue light as you brilliantly work out a variety of possibilities on the Second Kira with ease; he’s not sure if he’s more turned on by your beauty or brains. (both). When you stop rambling and look down at his lips, his mind begins to put all of the final pieces together. ’fuck, were you thinking about him, the same way he thinks about you?!’

It’s a subtle lean in, and gentle closure of your eyes until there’s a bang at the door and Aizawa barges in...

So what, if the intruder thinks you guys are fake dating now? It’s to prevent Light from catching on and to protect you from the Second Kira. And so what, if he gets to hear you call him ‘boyfriend’, and walk you to class, and… kiss you on the quad?!

Co-worker! L Is wrapped around your finger, tightly. He would kill to have this fake relationship be real under any other circumstances, but you’re both busy trying to hunt down a serial killer who might be working alongside you. Ryuzaki swore to himself only a few months ago that your joining of the task force would bring nothing but professional benefits, and now he’s waiting for you to text him back while silently reminding himself the purpose of this entire investigation is to catch Kira, NOT feelings!

wow 2 CKNF realted posts in 1 week!?!? 😎

i got this idea while writing ch. 8 and then the google doc magically opened and BOOM here we are

i'm lowkey thinking of doing more of these if u guys like them; they're also quicker to draft in case u guys want a snack between chapters

[also want to lowkey try doing this for L in other scenarios as well as other characters from other fandoms... hmm..]

anyways, ILY POOKIES

-oamteal <333

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[okkotsuus]

"TUNNEL VISION" ー kenyu yukimiya 🪽

features: kenyu yukimiya

contents: angst. possible spoilers for nel. mentions of disabilities. mentions of self-destructive behavior. portrayals of christianity. struggles with faith. there's some comfort because i'm merciful. fem!reader because i don't feel like editing this </3. 1k words.

notes: for my lovely alice ( @cheralith ), inspired by till forever falls apart by ashe and FINNEAS

yukimiya kenyu has always been the kind of man that never stops, not until he gets what he wants. he has been like this since he was young, when all he had wanted was the new anpanman figure.

eventually, he had set his sights on bigger and brighter dreams: being top of his class, learning his favorite song on piano, winning a world cup.

what he never knew was that one day, all those big and beautiful goals of his that he had dedicated everything for: those visions and dreams he spent every fibre of his being pursuing, were things he would never be able to actually see.

because he was going blind.

slowly.

day by day.

all those little things he took for granted growing up suddenly fall crashing down upon him. if only, all those foolish things he had prayed for had been for this. if only god could hear him now, crying like when he was brought into this world. if only he had never been allowed to dream: to have gotten a taste for satisfaction.

his doctor tells him that it is unlikely he will ever be able to go pro. because with every minute he spends on the field, his eyes are irreparably damaged.

optic neuropathy is a condition characterized by damage to the optic nerve. in his case, it is due to restricted blood flow: something that is only exacerbated by strenuous physical activities.

activities like soccer.

when his body is fatigued, the blood flow to his optic nerve is unable to properly pass through to supply oxygen to his eyes. this leads to black spots in his vision during these times. often, the vision is most affected in the peripherals: one of the most critical spots of vision for anyone playing a sport like soccer.

it is a degenerative condition, accompanied by symptoms like nausea and headaches (which is caused by the combination of the restricted blood flow and his brain trying to cope with his obscured vision).

should yukimiya have given up on his dream then, he likely would never have run the risk of going fully blind: at least not until he was much older than he is now.

but kenyu has never known when to stop, even if it was for his own good.

he had always been the type to work himself to exhaustion, even when exhaustion just meant falling asleep at his desk. but, now, exhaustion meant eventual and permanent blindness. sooner than later.

for him, losing everything just to taste his dream was better than never having known.

that's what he had thought for a long time.

he was simply fighting a clock, to win a world cup before his vision goes fully black. it's all he has wanted for a long while now.

it's something he finds rattled the second he meets you.

everything around him freezes for just a moment, the world seems a hell of a lot brighter than it had been for the last year. he thinks, for just a moment, the angel he prayed for has descended down from heaven to bless him.

and with the sound of his heart pounding in his ears, his sight clouding around the edges: as if forcing his focus to you. for just a moment, he finds himself cursing what he can't see, the beauty that is being hidden from him. he finds himself wishing he had chosen to preserve his sight, selfishly.

"yukimiya, correct? my name is y/n, and i'll be your manager while you're here with training with us." wow, you even sound like an angel.

then it all rushes back to him: he's in the second phase of the blue lock project, meeting the team he has chosen to better himself with. he is here to pursue his dream, he doesn't have the time to sit here and blush over some girl.

but you're not just some girl; no, you're so, so much more. so, he finds himself discarding the training regiment he had been doing to approach.

your hand extends with a bottle, the bastard munchen insignia on the side: almost mocking him. he finds himself taking it with a small thanks, regulating his breathing and sippling a gulp as those voids in his vision begin to clear up.

kenyu knows it isn't true, but he has the fleeting thought that it clears because of you. "yes, thank you, miss y/n," he speaks, voice honey sweet as it had always been.

you smile and he swears that the clouds parted to let the sun grace him. "it is my pleasure, and just y/n is fine: we are the same age, after all."

that hits him as he finds himself thinking so annoyingly like the teenage boy he is. but he doesn't stop himself from indulging the thought of you, just this once

yukimiya allows the fantasy of taking you out, pinkies locked while you drag him to whatever sweet street vendor you set your pretty eyes on. he enables himself to imagine the thought of putting a ring on your finger, to watch miniature versions of himself running around your legs.

as he finds himself pondering whether your children would have his eyes or yours, he freezes.

this is something he will never be able to see without imagining it. yukimiya kenyu will never be able to actually see you in a wedding dress. and that rattles him somewhere deep in his core.

for a long time, all his sights had ever been focused on was the soccer ball he can dribble from one end of the field to the other: all on his own.

but, now, he finds himself wanting to be able to see you watching him from the sidelines.

and he never will.

because kenyu cannot see in his peripheral, no matter how bright you shine.

he finds himself cursing god for the fist time in his life.

⚜️ ㅤ okkotsuus ㅤ 25

[yanderecrazysie]

Crimson Crown (Yandere Azul)

Title: Crimson Crown

Pairings: Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x F! Reader

AU: My Fantasy AU

WARNINGS: yandere themes, murder, swearing

Note: Please do not ask for a part 2. This is a standalone. 

It all started at the annual Drowned Waltz. 

You were the black sheep of your family, always playing with magic and learning new spells despite your father’s outspoken distaste of such things. It was common knowledge that, despite you being the older twin and destined for the throne, that your sister, Lenna, was much more suited for the role of queen.

But tonight, you would be the most important member of your family. Men would swarm you, asking for a dance, hoping to catch the future queen’s eye and be wed to you someday. You had your pick of Octanivelle’s best.

You could hardly wait.

Your maid tightened your corset until you could barely breathe, then pulled your dress over your head. It was a poofy, gaudy thing- one you’d normally never wear, but for tonight, you would make an exception. At the very least, it matched the silvery tail that took the place of your legs.

A pearl necklace was placed around your neck as the finishing touch, before the maid started on your hair. Minutes later, your hair was braided beautifully and makeup applied flawlessly. 

“Thank you,” you said to the maid, checking yourself out in the mirror. Everything had to be perfect.

The poofy dress matched your pink, fish-like tail’s shimmering scales. You tried to smooth the dress a little- it was so constricting and uncomfortable- but it did no good. Anyways, tonight was not about comfort.

“Your Highness, it’s time,” the voice of a royal guard reached your ears. You exhaled softly and opened the door. 

His voice seemed more clipped and formal than usual. As the two of you glided down the hallway, you considered asking him why, but you arrived at the grand hall too quickly for you to gather up the courage.

The grand hall was filled with merpeople. From the ceiling hung chandeliers with bewitched fire flickering on the candles. Different colored jellyfish floated up to the ceiling, casting spotlights from between their tentacles.

As expected, everyone turned to you as you walked in. For a moment, there was silence, then the merpeople erupted into applause. You curtsied and glided over to your father, head held high.

Lenna, your younger twin sister, floated near the far wall, graceful as always, light blonde hair perfectly braided, and her sapphire tail far more striking than your own muted pink scales. But tonight, it didn’t matter that Lenna was far better than you in nearly every way. She could glimmer all she wanted- she was merely a royal accessory tonight.

Tonight, you were the crown jewel.

“Your Highness,” a deep voice called out to you. You turned to face a tall, handsome man with dark hair. 

“Hello,” you said coolly.

He smiled, “May I have the honor of having the first dance with you?” You recognized him as a businessman, a very successful one at that.

“You may.”

The crowd parted as you and the stranger made your way to the center. Music began to play and the two of you began to dance. He was only the first- many men clamored to ask for your attention as soon as the song was over. You danced and danced, wondering with each man if he’d be the one you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Finally, the king called for attention. You drifted away from your current partner and looked up at your father. He looked frailer than ever before, standing over the balcony while gripping it tightly to stand.

“Now, as you all know, I have not much time left on Wonderland,” the crowd let out sad sounds, “But I worried about our future too much to leave it as it is.”

Suddenly, you had a bad feeling about where this was going.

“I spoke to the priest and he advised me that ‘the eldest sibling does not matter in the case of twins’. Therefore, I do not have to choose (Y/n) as the next queen.”

The silence was deafening. Your heart was beating so loudly that you were sure everyone could hear it.

“Lenna will be our next queen!”

Your world was falling apart. You wished the ground would swallow you up so that you would not see your sister’s smug grin nor the way the crowd rushed to surround her. No one seemed to care that you were breaking into pieces.

You turned and swam over to the wall, sliding down into a seated position and burying your face into your hands. No one cared enough to see you crying, they were too busy congratulating the new crown princess.

The music started back up, drowning out your hiccupping sobs. You knew your father disliked your love for magic and that Lenna was more traditionally princess-y… but for him to drop this on you?

It felt like a betrayal from the only family member you had even the slightest love for.

“May I have this dance?” came a smooth voice.

Slowly, you took your hands off your undoubtedly puffy face and looked up. A man with white hair and beautiful eyes held out his hand to you. His face showed no pity for you, just simple interest.

“I think you may have just arrived,” you said, forcing the sadness out of your voice, “You’re looking for my sister, Lenna.”

“No, I don’t think I am,” he replied with a small laugh. You put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet, “You’re the princess who likes magic, correct?”

Your eyes lit up, “Y-yes, I love magic. I’ve learned nearly every spell in the books I have.”

“Well, I have just the thing for you then,” he smiled, “Jade, please fetch the spellbook.”

You watched as a mer-eel swam out of the grand hall, sharp-toothed grin on his lips. You were confused, excited, and still miserable.

“May I have this dance?” he asked once more.

You peeked at your sister, surrounded by men, and nodded. You didn’t want to be alone.

The two of you danced through several songs, asking things about each other the whole time, until you felt as though you knew him very well. Azul Ashengrotto, owner of the Mostro Cafe chain. Why on earth he felt like giving you attention you couldn’t understand.

The clock struck midnight, signaling the end of the Drowned Waltz with its chimes. Azul gently raised your hand to his lips and laid a gentle kiss on the back. “It’s rare that I meet someone who doesn’t say something about my mer-form.”

“Huh?” you looked down at the black-and-purple tentacles, “Oh! I think octopi are cool.”

“Do you?” Azul sounded amused as he gently cupped your chin in one hand, “I think you’re even cooler than I imagined.” 

The mer-eel handed over a large black spellbook with a tattered cover. You took it, surprised by how heavy it was.

“I believe you’ll find some use in this,” Azul said with a smile, removing his hand from your face and turning to walk away, “And I believe we’ll be seeing each other very soon.”

“Goodbye,” you said with a wave.

As soon as he and the other guests left, you turned to glare at your father. To think that you had been looking for ways to magically heal him! How could he betray you like this?

You were distracted for too long- Lenna slammed her shoulder into yours and leered at you, “Poor baby, not even your own father thinks you’re good enough. How pathetic.”

You turned your lips up into a sneer, “Go fuck yourself.”

“I won’t need to- men are already lining up to f-”

You stormed past your sister, heading to the library. No one ever went there except you. It was your private room to practice magic or read, all alone- the way you liked it.

Slamming the library door in anger, you walked over to the nearest desk and placed the new spellbook on it. You opened it gently so that the tattered cover wouldn’t come off completely. 

Immediately, your excitement piqued. You had never seen any of these spells! This must be a more advanced spellbook! You flipped through the pages, not sure what to try first. 

A healing spell caught your eye. You ran to the window and grabbed a wilting flower’s pot. This would be your guinea pig.

You read through the spell instructions and were confused. It said to get something alive as well as injured. Shrugging it off, you grabbed a flower pot with a perfectly healthy flower. Then, you read the incantation, pointing your hand at the wilting flower.

Immediately, tendrils of red shot from your hand. One tendril encased the healthy flower, while the other swallowed up the wilting flower. In front of your eyes, the healthy flower slowly became wilty and the wilted flower began to perk up.

You swallowed heavily. Red magic… the magic forbidden by Wonderland entirely. It was no wonder it was forbidden. In order to heal the wilted flower it killed the healthy one. You reached a hand out and touched the petals of the once-blooming flower and it crumbled to dust.

Still, this was magic you hadn’t learned yet. What was the harm in learning the spells, as long as you never planned to use them on a person? 

Inspired by this thought, you flipped the book open to a random page. An explosive spell that seemed simple enough… 

A half hour passed with you experimenting with spells. You were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t notice the red, transparent figure forming next to you.

“I see you like my spells,” an echo-y voice said.

You jumped and spun around, “A-Azul?”

“Don’t look so afraid,” he chuckled, “I’m here to help you.”

Hours went by as Azul showed you how to use red magic. You improved with practice and with each spell, Azul seemed to grow clearer and less transparent.

“You’re a natural,” he purred, “Much more talented than your sister.”

You stiffened at the mention of Lenna, your fists clenching. Lenna the perfect princess. Lenna who could do no wrong. Yet, Azul wasn’t praising her.

He was praising you.

“You’re right,” you said slowly, “Lenna could never do this.”

Azul’s lips curled into a smirk, “No, she couldn’t.”

He leaned in close to your ear and in a deep whisper he asked, “Do you want to see something special?

“Special?” 

“Come with me.”

His hand seized your wrist and he pulled you through the open window. The two of you swam up to the shore, changing into your human forms. Azul whispered a levitation spell and the two of you floated to the top of a watchtower. 

“What-” Azul placed a hand over your mouth, cutting you off. You looked at him questioningly.

He pointed to the other side of the tower, where Lenna stood with her back to you. Your smile turned into a grimace. Azul smiled down at you and said, with the utmost calm…

“Push her.”

You stared at him in shock. Push her? Push your sister? There was no way you could do that!

“Don’t you want your rightful spot as queen? Push her!”

Lenna didn’t seem to hear Azul’s voice, but you knew she would be able to hear yours if you dared to speak.

You crept closer to Lenna, who remained with her back towards you. Could you really do it? Could you kill your sister?

“Do it,” Azul hissed, “Do it for us.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, before opening them again with determination. You shot forward, your hands landing on Lenna’s back. You pushed with all your might.

She had no time to react, plummeting to the ground below with a short, cut off scream. You heard the sound of her body hitting the ground below and knew that you would hear that splat in your head for the rest of your life.

Azul’s arms wrapped around you. “You did well.” He pulled you into a kiss and, despite your mixed feelings of what just transpired, you melted into it. 

—-------------------------

You watched as the royal guards lowered the second coffin into the grave. Your father had died, probably from the shock of learning the crown princess had died. 

A bittersweet ceremony would take place later. You would be crowned queen. It was all you ever wanted, especially with Azul by your side.

The more you used red magic, the clearer his form became. Soon, he was no longer transparent at all. He stood beside you at the funeral and, later, during your coronation.

“Finally,” he breathed, “You’re exactly where you belong.”

You touched the crown on your head with reverence. 

“You owe me,” Azul said suddenly, “You will choose me to be wed to.”

You blinked in surprise. Of course, you were already in love with Azul, but to get married? You weren’t sure you were ready for that.

Before you could protest, Azul’s hands curled around your shoulders, fingernails biting into your skin. “You belong to me. I made you queen, you will make me king.” His eyes were crazed, “I love you, you know.”

You looked down at your tail. He loved you? Did you really feel that strongly for him?

“Marry me or I’ll tell everyone how Lenna died,” Azul snapped. Then, as though he regretted saying that, he said softly, “It’s okay, I know you’re nervous. It’s normal to be nervous. But I’ll take such good care of you.”

You swallowed back your doubts and nodded. 

You loved him too, didn’t you?

Then why did it feel like you were selling your soul to the devil?

[0viraptoraskblog]

I'm curious what the TPOF crew will be doing in prison (btw I love your work ˃ᴗ˂ !)

Thank you! ^^

How they would do in prison?

Derek- Bad. He’s mouthing off to the guards before they even bring him in. He’s either in denial or just full on pissed, I imagine a lot of threats and insults and “do you know who I am/do you know who my dad is!?” (Which also doesn’t work). Even when in jail he’s still entitled and, let’s be honest, acts like a brat. I think that side of him comes out more when he’s angry and doesn’t have a good argument himself. This is one of those cases. I mean, all the charges are accurate, how would he defend himself other than spewing threats? After some time, I think Derek might learn to shut up somewhat, just to get them off his back. He doesn’t like being bossed around, and will always have a mentality that he’s above the authority. He’ll never be fully cooperative. And honestly, he’s right, his dad is constantly trying to bail him out— but not out of love. It’s because their company has an image to uphold.

Celia- I don’t think she would do well at the start. Celia thrives on making plans and staying one step ahead. If she’s been caught, it means she’s lost control of the situation. It would start with MAJOR anxiety and rage towards whoever discovered her. How much do they know? What did they say? And how will Celia manage to give them what they deserve for destroying her image? In prison itself, I don’t think Celia would adjust well. She’s used to independence, high quality things, and being at the top of the economic ladder. This is rock bottom to her. It’ll get harder and harder to keep her composure; she desperately wants some alcohol right now.

Mason- good luck getting him turned in. He’s huge, he’s not afraid to use weapons of his own, and he can probably life you off the ground with one arm. He’d have to be put in a separate/more secure section I’m guessing, because a true serial killer like that (who’s also so strong and powerful) can’t be trusted around the other inmates. He’d spend time analyzing the workers and guards, mentally planning out how easy they’d be to catch and overpower, the same way he’d learn to hunt a specific animal. They might have a real threat with him, I imagine.

Fox- He’d be filled with anxiety. Fox’s confidence in himself and his life comes from security. He’s in control of the situation, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s good at it. But getting caught? All of that comes undone. He knows he’s going away for life, he’s done too much for anything less. It would bring back memories of being trapped and losing control, too. It might be the first time in years that he has a full blown anxiety attack. In jail, although he can and will fight if he has to, he’s still small (he doesn’t appear very threatening unless you know him, is what I mean). He’d be on edge and defensive, both due to nerves and fury at his life falling back apart. Everything he worked so hard to build, snatched away again. Summed up, he would not do well.

These are just my thoughts :)

[yuujiheart]

Yuuji with Mahito: 🤬😡👹.

Yuuji with Sukuna: 🫂🥺🥰

I just love how Yuuji despite being very compassionate and gentle never offered compassion or mercy to Mahito because he knew Mahito had no redemption of any kind.

Instead to Sukuna he offered compassion and love because Yuuji was the only one who really understood Sukuna, Yuuji was the only one who saw something good enough to offer him to live together and try again.

Yupp.. I love how gege through yuji explained what curses truly are .. And how humanity ( yuji ) should deal with them since it's because of them they exist.. The first example is mahito a cursed spirit who looks like human ironically tormented yuji but ultimately yuji triumphed and learned that killing humans is their nature and even if they gain rationality/ intelligence they will never denounce who they really are . So yuji decided that they needed to be culled so he did that..

Now yuji was expected to do the same with sukuna. But sukuna 's case isn't the same. Since it was his circumstances that turned him into this malevolent being who like a calamity destroyed everything and yet he was looking for someone to understand him, accept him,free him from his curse even though he considered himself curse and yuji saw that nd did exactly that

And that's the difference. With humans there will always be the possibility that they can change with cursed spirits it wasn't the case.

In short mahito got yuji's hate and sukuna got yuji's love 🥹🥹

I think someone on Tumblr also mentioned abt it if I am not wrong. But the usage of snow clearly represents yuji feeling towards both antags considering yuji is mentioned to be like the snow by ozawa..

Snow that can turn into blizzard and eradicate

but can also be beautiful and bright

[sthilarions]

This is a Dead Boy Detectives post I promise, bear with me

My dad is very competitive, and has a very good memory, and is neurodivergent, and is very very into trivia contests/pub trivia/trivia quiz podcasts/etc. So one time several years ago when there was a Friends-themed trivia night announced at his favorite trivia bar he bought a Friends trivia deck and spent a vacation memorizing the entire deck. Which means that he’s never watched a single episode of Friends but he can to this day rattle off Joey’s bank account number on command.

Consider:

Edwin started out learning about the modern world with history books, but he rapidly realized that what he actually needed to know for cases (and, less importantly, for interacting with people) wasn’t really covered. He and Charles sat down together and came up with the idea of getting a Trivial Pursuit game.

They’ve never actually played it, and it’s not kept in the game closet, because it’s not a game as far as they’re concerned. Edwin sat down with the decks and memorized them, front to back. The decks are now stored in their “General Knowledge” tome section.

It leaves quite a lot of gaps (Trivial Pursuit cards do not, for example, address slang terms for drugs and sexual acts). However, periodically when Crystal or Niko mention a movie, Edwin promptly rattles off the cast, the premise, behind the scenes info.

The first several times the girls are like “You’ve seen The Freshman???” and Edwin’s like “No.” [suppressive glare]

(They eventually figure out what’s going on, and realize that Edwin’s faster than Google for trivia purposes if it happens to be something that is covered in any of five editions of Trivial Pursuit, and is moreover very pleased to be used for that purpose.)

[bagelbun333]

“The only time a lawyer can cry is when it’s all over” | The real meaning behind this quote and why it means so much to me <3

I made another analysis post of sorts because this is something that bugs me a lot. Over the years, I’ve seen so many people treat this quote as something equivalent to saying “you’re not allowed to cry, ever” when that’s just not true! Lemme explain why.

What it’s supposed to mean is that as a lawyer, you’re not supposed to get emotionally invested in a case. You can’t discover the harsh truth if you let your emotions get in the way. Mia resonated with the meaning of Diego’s words which is why she clung to them so tightly, and she passed it onto Phoenix who then passed it onto Apollo and Athena.

It really irks me that so many people perceive this advice as “toxic” simply because Diego didn’t want Mia to cry at that moment. It also hurts me that the fandom treats it as if Diego started a “manipulative” trend. Like I’m sorry, but he never said that crying is weak. He says, “you can’t cry yet.” Not “you can’t cry, period.” There were two points Diego wanted to get across to her:

1: He doesn’t want Mia to give up.

2: There is always time to cry outside the courtroom.

It obviously hurt him deeply when he saw Mia so defeated. When Mia heaped all the blame onto herself, and was about to give up everything, Diego wanted to reassure her that “it’s not over yet.” The thing about crying is all metaphorical, he doesn’t literally mean you can only cry when it’s all over. It’s simply a metaphor to reassure her that she should keep pressing forward no matter how painful it is. Diego always speaks in metaphors, so why wouldn’t this important quote also be one too? You shouldn’t take everything he says so literally.

Of course, Diego is not the kind of person to show his true emotions at all. I believe it’s the result of dealing with too many harsh truths in his life. Even when he wants to show he’s emotionally in pain, he ends up physically hurting himself by crushing a mug in his hand. Yet he still smiles when doing so. He’s so used to smiling through pain that he forgot how to express himself in a healthy way. Due to his behaviour, I can assume he’s already been through something traumatic several times as a lawyer. Something that the player never finds out.

Now just because he has that flaw, doesn’t mean he’s trying to make Mia do the same. It was a moment of reassurance that he expressed based on his own experience. What Mia picks up from it, is up to her. In fact, she has her own way of saying his advice: “A lawyer is someone who smiles no matter how bad it gets.” She understood the meaning of his words, but she changed crying into smiling, to put a more positive spin on it. Then she went on to say “You can’t smile at the end if you haven’t been smiling the whole way there.” Again, this is specifically advice for a lawyer. This doesn’t apply to her personal life. It’s her own way of saying “never give up, even if it’s bad.” She’s took a liking to speaking in metaphors.

Phoenix sticks by her words just like how Mia stuck to Diego’s. Phoenix is a lot like Mia, so his advice doesn’t really change from hers. But what he adds to this is the gambling aspect. Phoenix always won in poker because he’s good at keeping a good poker face. I believe it’s because of Mia’s advice that he managed to use that skill so well in the first place. I absolutely love the way this quote evolves over time, and it shows how it all links back to Diego; making him a very important character in my book.

Another aspect that I like is how Godot basically had to fight against his own advice. With him being so lost without Mia, he was forced to put his own beliefs to the test. Yet, in that same light, he was saved by it; because Phoenix saved him. Phoenix only managed to save Diego because he followed Mia’s advice, who learned it from Diego. I love how it all came full circle.

As Godot, he (ironically) allowed his feelings to get in the way of the truth. This is something Diego taught himself not to do. He couldn’t trust in the (w)right person because he thought it was all over. Phoenix proved him wrong by following Mia’s advice. At that moment, Diego/Godot learned a valuable lesson.

Something else I’d like to add, even though these characters don’t relate to Diego at all, is something that Tyrell Badd says in aai1. When Gumshoe was a rookie, he told him something along the lines of “a detective should never get emotionally involved in a case.” To me, it has the exact same meaning as “the only time a lawyer can cry is when it’s all over.” However, I don’t see anyone call Badd’s advice toxic.

Another interesting thing I’ve noticed is that when Diego does say this quote, he’s always bleeding. He’s only ever said this two times, yet it stuck throughout the entire series. Once in Turnabout Beginnings, and the other time was when it was actually all over. Mia and Diego clearly needed each other in order for them to properly express themselves. When they were torn apart, they had difficulty asking for help. Never separate the poor meow meows. <3

Anyway, I think that’s all I wanted to say. Hopefully I’ll be able to see more people appreciate the real meaning behind Diego’s words now. 🥺🙏

My takeaway from this is: “Express your feelings but don’t let them get in the way.” Honestly, I think that should become Athena’s advice for aa7. 🥰

[maxdibert]

Wow, I’m fascinated by the number of words you used to once again demonstrate that you still don’t understand the point. But before we continue, let’s break down everything you’ve said and compare it to what has been said before, because apparently, your debate method consists of attributing statements to me that I never made, only to then refute them with great indignation. Let’s take it step by step.

First, your insistence that "we make Snape a victim without agency, without choice, destroying his redemption arc." I literally responded to you earlier: "No one is saying that Severus was defenseless. No one is saying that Severus didn’t make bad decisions. No one is saying that Severus didn’t do bad things. What is being said is that there are reasons and contexts that explain those decisions." And yet, you keep insisting that what I’m doing is stripping him of agency and completely justifying him. That is not the case.

What you still don’t understand is that analyzing context does not equate to removing responsibility. This is not a deterministic discourse where Snape could never have done anything differently. It’s about understanding that his development was conditioned by multiple material factors that cannot be ignored if we really want to analyze the character in depth. Because the opposite—what you are doing—is assuming that human beings exist in a vacuum where decisions are made without any influence from their environment. And that’s ridiculous.

Now, let’s talk about the moral comparison you insist on making between Snape and James. You can’t do that, and not because of any bias toward Snape, but because their contexts are completely different. What can be done is analyze the difference between an aggressor who comes from a functional environment, with support, economic and emotional security, and an aggressor who comes from an environment of constant violence, where aggression is the norm and vulnerability is punished. The first scenario indicates a truly conscious choice to cause harm, while the second is the result of a learned and normalized pattern. Is it justifiable? No. But it is explainable, and more importantly, it is predictable within a psychological and sociological analysis.

This is such a relevant distinction that it’s a determining factor, for example, when evaluating individuals in a judicial process. It’s something that any forensic psychologist takes into account when conducting interviews with defendants in a criminal trial to determine sentencing and its aggravating or mitigating factors. It’s not something that can be overlooked when assessing the severity of a crime because it is intrinsically related to the crime itself and is a fundamental part of both prosecution and defense strategies, depending on whom the lawyer represents.

You yourself mentioned this regarding Sirius: "Sirius made choices." Yes, because Sirius ended up in an environment that allowed him to make choices. He ended up in a Hogwarts house that gave him the opportunity to make choices. He had a best friend who gave him the opportunity to make choices. He could escape his home because James took him in—a home that, by the way, was not just any home: it was the home of rich, progressive pure-blood wizards. He didn’t even have to give up his social status when he left the Black family, and later, he received a large inheritance and an apartment from his uncle.

Sirius made choices under the premise of having an economic safety net and a social support network—something Severus did not have. Or are you not mentioning that because it doesn’t fit your argument? Severus not only didn’t have a home to go to because the place he was supposed to return to was abusive, but the house he ended up in at Hogwarts was full of people aligned with a specific ideology. Was he supposed to go against the world? Without economic, familial, or social support? Without a place to escape to? It makes no sense for you to compare the choices made by characters who had multiple paths to choose from and several lifelines to someone who had nothing.

Now, let’s address the war fallacy you use to justify James. First, you claim that "in times of war, no one cares about their enemies’ past" and that "James chose the right side, and that’s what matters." This is extremely problematic, and in fact, it’s an argument that has historically been used to justify atrocities. The idea that the context of war erases all individual responsibility and that only the side you end up on matters is ridiculous. By that same logic, any follower of Grindelwald could use the same argument: "It was a war, no one cares about nuances."

Besides, when they start at Hogwarts, they’re not in a war. They get involved in the war after finishing school. And if Sirius didn’t even know that Severus was a Death Eater until he got out of Azkaban, it’s clear that James didn’t know either. So what’s the point of using war and sides as an excuse? Does it mean that if someone is on the opposite side of a war from me and I’m on the "democratic" or "good" side, then I can do whatever I want to my enemies? Do you understand how dangerous and problematic that worldview is?

Even worse, by this logic, Sirius is also justified because "it was a war." And you know what? So is Snape. Because if the only criterion that matters is "which side you fought on," then there’s no real difference in how they got to that point. War is a terrible excuse for moral analysis because war is precisely what makes the lines between good and evil blurry. So no, James’s choice doesn’t have intrinsic value just because he ended up on the winning side.

Moving on to another one of your failed refutations: "Snape, from his first scene on the train, started the conflict by insulting Gryffindor." Yes. An 11-year-old child, with a childhood full of abuse and violence, commits a verbal aggression. And for this reason, in your mind, it is absolutely understandable for a group of teenagers to turn him into their scapegoat for the next seven years? Do you realize how absurd that sounds? Especially because, in fact, it’s not Severus who starts the conflict but James, who inserts himself into a conversation he wasn’t a part of to mock a boy he doesn’t even know. Severus simply defends himself—and he has every right to do so.

Let’s move on to another point where you distorted my words: "You say that James is a psychopath with no reason to be aggressive." No, what I said is that James had no structural justification to develop such aggressive behavior. That’s not the same thing. No one is saying that James was "the son of Satan" or that "he had no right to make mistakes." What’s being said is that his behavior is far more questionable when viewed in the context of his life. A rich child, with a loving family, a support network, and friends, choosing to be a bully. Do you really want to compare that to someone like Snape? I used Sirius as an example because, in fact, he is even more violent and reprehensible than James. But as I have pointed out—and you have deliberately chosen to ignore—Sirius had a specific upbringing that explains his behavior, and precisely because of that, he is neither condemned nor resented as much. This is not about having "excusable" attitudes but rather "understandable" ones based on the character’s context and life development. James had no real reasons to be a jerk—he simply felt like it. That’s why he cannot be judged by the same moral standards as characters whose contexts significantly influenced who they became and how they behaved. It’s basic psychology.

And finally, let’s talk about the idea of "the right choice." You say that "James chose good when he could have chosen otherwise" and that "Snape chose evil and cannot be excused."

Do you know why this is not a valid argument? Because it completely minimizes each character’s political position within their respective environments. Choosing "good" is easy when the system is designed for it to be the obvious option for you. James never had to question his place in the magical society. His world offered him a path where he would be a hero, where his beliefs aligned with the status quo of his circle. Snape didn’t have that option. He grew up surrounded by marginalization and violence, with the only alternative being to integrate into a system that validated him.

Yes, he made the wrong choice. But his range of choices was infinitely smaller than James’s. And if you can’t grasp the importance of that, then you don’t understand the concept of privilege or social structure.

So no, this is not "whitewashing" Snape. It’s not "victimization." It’s a realistic analysis of the conditions that lead a person to make decisions. And if, after all this, you still don’t understand that I’m not saying Snape is innocent, but rather that his path cannot be analyzed from the same perspective as James’s, then you simply lack the ability to engage in this kind of analysis seriously.

Your problem is that you’re too blinded by the need to defend James to realize that the point was never about justifying Snape without consequences. It’s about understanding the conditions that lead a person to certain behaviors and how context is crucial in analyzing moral choices. If, instead of projecting this reductionist discourse about "Snape having no agency," you had actually paid attention to what was being said from the start, you would have saved yourself this entire unnecessary rant.

So next time you want to debate this, do yourself a favor and try to understand what’s being said before rushing to refute things that no one actually claimed. Maybe then you’ll be able to construct an argument that makes sense instead of repeating ideological fallacies with a veneer of serious analysis.

Have a good day.

Isn’t that funny that Snape stans are obsessed w James as much as Snape himself was obsessed with him

[mtgc858]

More doodles lol!

Spoilers for one ending in the middle?(Kinda my interpretation of it...and might make a small au out of it lol)

(Also sorry about the bottom one-)

ALSO my design and au version of the Visitor!

Spoiler warning? It's not the original design but just in case

(no censoring the design later on probably)

(Spoiler warning for infact references to some of the games endings)

The Visitor

Plus headcanon/au concept)

Au idea that after same confronted The visitor and they realized she was hurting them, instead of leaving The visitor stayed in a much smaller form to try and refix the damaged she had done. And instead of Sam returning back to earth as the long creature he became in the one ending, he mutated into the "Don't open your eyes" ending (The doodle in the middle of the first image) just not as mutated with Visitors help. Now they have to try and fix the mistakes that she caused before she either returns home or stays.

How hcs!

She is a female of whatever species she is, however she doesn't mind being called anything by humans as she is cerious about them.

She is a old alien from another dimension as she wanted to visit, unaware she was hurting such small things by her presence.

I image they can change their appearance and size just fit in different places but even though she's human size she is still kinda tall(Like 9 ft tall) and has trouble entering buildings without crouching.

Her Finger tips are representing their eyes, hair her tentacle or lany limbs and the face is representing a mask cause their true face were never seen in the game.

They are trying to redo the damaged they had caused and help the ones that were effected strongly to be out of misery (Either undoing some of the damaged or completely making them not be in such agony)

They can't float or we'll hover a bit off the ground, more like someone walking with a dress on just the bottom doesn't move.

The hands on her chest have moving grabbers as like a extra pair of hands.

She does have teeth that open up from a hidden mouth that cracks open sometimes.

His skin feels kinda smooth and slick like a octopus but not slimy

He changed his face to be like many eyes or many mouths but doesn't in front of Sam and the others just so they aren't creeped out.

Is fond of playing games with the others and learning about human without the negativity and agony she caused by accident.

She genuinely had no idea she caused harm or anything as she thought the dimension they were in was willing to handle her true form but couldn't 💔

Okay that's all for now!

[fluffypotatey]

Hello hello, S5 ep 9 let's-a-go! Warning, this one is BRUTAL. QXT: Macaque, what are you doing! M: Xiaotian, stop! You don’t need to do this. QXT: I do need to do this! M: I did tell you before to make your own choices, but this isn’t the way Xiaotian! QXT: You don’t understand. If I don’t do this, everyone will be done for! Everything will be destroyed! M: It doesn’t always have to be you! There’s always another way! QXT: But this is the only way! M: That’s not true. You don’t get it! Nines: Who says…*interrupts/traps* ...he doesn’t get it? Not bad. Who taught you that trick? Who did you make a deal with? M: What deal? Nines: Well, that’s not important. Everything’s ending soon anyways. The Harbinger of Chaos knows his mission. Only by sacrificing himself will you all be able to live. Nines is a real piece of work, making it seem like MK has a choice. That he doesn't care what he does, okay bud. Says that he's tired of being controlled by others LOL. Oh, the irony is enough to make this EP taste metallic. Tired of humans locking themselves in cages, ignoring chaos and destiny, etc. The quiet, seething way Macky asks "what deal?" almost seems guarded. Haha, perhaps he knows. MK saying "not this time" feels like a parallel to another episode, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe something Wukong said? Yeah, that sounds right. "Sorry bud. Not this time." Yeah, S3 no? Wasn't there something like that?SWK: Xiaotian, no! Macky, watching this: *sighs* Even if this doesn’t work, I still gotta give it a shot. HELLO SIR YOU TOTALLY KNOW WHAT IS UP WITH YOUR WEIRD POWERS HUH? I'm skipping some parts, mostly the gang and Nine bc this ep is loaded, but note the way Mac's shadows infiltrate and surround the midsection where the power core usually is. SWK: Huh? What? My boi just turned himself into a shadowy nuclear bomb. I don’t like his prospects for the next season. Nines: You- what did you do? Why have I been separated from the chaos? I- I can’t feel it anymore! What did you do?! *screams lungs out as Macky gasps for breath on the ground.* HELLO MACKY IS MY POWER STEALING HC TRUE???? AYOOOOO Nine's is really flipping here, voice going all glitchy, robotic and echo-y. SWK: Macaque, you good? M: What are you waiting for? Stop Xiaotian! It's all about the tentative way Wukong steps forward and asks and Macky is clearly unwell...Is it worse or better than he was down for longer after fighting possessed!Wukong so we couldn't see his half-lidded eyes/struggle for air. He got himself up in the background of the SunBurst hug in a way that could be memed, but this? Nope. I brought it up bc I wanted to see if possessed!Wukong was holding back bc someone said he was re: laser eyes, maybe they meant him not using it until that fight, or the slow way(?) it charged up bc some part of him didn't want to kill Macky, idk. SWK: I won’t let you sacrifice yourself! QXT: Don’t stand in my way, Monkey King. Please. SWK: Not a chance, Xiaotian. You never abandoned me, and I won’t ever abandon you. QXT: Don’t force my hand, Monkey King. EVILLLLLL. JUST LIKE WUKONG SAID TO MACAQUE- don’t make me do this, Liu’er! SWK: No, Xiaotian. Don’t force mine. DOUBLE EVIL OH MY GOSH HE SAID THE THING AND HIS EYES WENT BRIGHT GOLD HE MEANS BUSINESS. They gave us serious scary Wukong FR.

I’m starting to see how things so easily went wrong for Macky. Wukong does NOT play around, even if you’re MK. Seeing him use the same spell LBD used to trap Macky on top of all this is making me LOSE IT.

QXT: No! No! SWK: There is still a lot I haven't taught you yet. QXT: Monkey King, please! This is my destiny! This is the only way! Let me just say I HATE the expressions Wukong has been making this entire episode. They're ruining me. This one too. SWK: Yes. You're right. It seems like this really is the only way to save everyone. QXT: Then- Then let me go! SWK: Nuwa, or destiny. No matter how you look at it, as long as we came from the same stone... QXT: What? SWK: You don't have to bear this destiny. Let me bear it. QXT: No! Monkey King! SWK: This world needs you, Xiaotian. Thanks...for everything. QXT: Monkey King! Stop, please! THE DRAMA FLUFFY THE DRAMA-! AND WUKONG IS CRYING AS HE FLIES AWAY- and then MK USES THE FREAKING SPELL. I swear everybody is trying to hurt each other and squabbling for the right of who gets to sacrifice themselves first and I'm FLIPPING. WHAT IS THIS?!?!?! This is what happens when you put two sacrificial morons with personal issues in a room together. SWK: No! Xiaotian! No! No! Stop Xiaotian! QXT: I'm sorry. I will be the one to bear my destiny. SWK: Stop! Don't Xiaotian! So anyways, Fluffs. We had all this angsty audio about Wukong crying/yelling if MK got hurt taken from Goku...and now we have to HEAR IT FOR REAL. And like, his VA is seriously good and I think I'll be crying for months if I heard that. I'm going to be crying to YOU about it and that is a threat. We'll cry together. I can kind of see Buddhist influence here since the cycle of reincarnation, while normal here for the characters, is actually the goal to "escape from." So to MK, it's not a good thing. Asides from how much angst Wukong gets from it. You would think it'd be like "oh I get to meet my friends in the next life" but nada, MK here is shook by it. Tho maybe it's because it's not natural, letting them live out to the end, but forcing it early?

OH MY GOD EPISODE 9

I TOOK ALL THE SUNBURST DUO SCREENSHOTS THAT MADE ME FERAL

like…..HELLO?????? 911?????? THERE’S BEEN A MURDER

AND THE FUCKING EXPRESSION BEFORE THE FIGHT🫠🫠🫠🫠 I AM SOBBING

[forgive me for the bad quality 🤧]

AND SWK SO READY TO TAKE MK’S OLAXE BECAUSE “hey, we’re from the same stone, so this destiny of yours should also be tied to me” AND WHAT IF I DIED???? WHAT IF THIS DIALOGUE STABBED ME???? LMK ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

and the way Macky mourned Wukong privately while everyone else cried for MK (bc they assumed the Pillar repairing itsel meant swk failed) since he knew the Monkey King would try to take MK’s place i— 🫠

also Pigsy trying to change MK’s mind and when that didn’t work:

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😭

THATS HIS SON!!!! THATS HIS LITTLE BOY WHO LOVES NOODLES AND SUCKS AT DELIVERING THEM AND SPENDS MOST IF HIS WORK HOURS LISTENING TI TABG’S STORIES BUT PIGSY WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

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also i think @/lunarwandering mentioned this in a post of theirs but Nines is so confusing lmaooooo like bro 🤨 do you or do you not want MK to sacrifice himself???? “i am giving you the choice he free!!! but i will also make sure to stop your friends from stopping me and you from operation Commit Die!”

the way he snaps at being called a monster 👀 Nines please share in a way that isn’t the Allegory of the Cave (like sir, that is Greek Philosophy come on) (tho interesting that the borders of the “cave” from ep8 looked like Nuwa 👀

ans Nines clearly has some beef with Nuwa 👀 so. what’s up with that)

i have so many questions about Nines

[nomlioart]

🥀 when touch averse becomes touch starved 🥀

[mxtxfanatic]

I'll take this one step further: people who say that Lan Wangji was "right" about the ghost path and "Wei Wuxian understands this now," why does Lan Wangji drop the subject? It can't be because Wei Wuxian uses it less, as we literally see that not be the case. It can't be because he accepts that Wei Wuxian has "self-harming tendencies," because he gets visibly upset and admonishes Wei Wuxian for taking on Jin Ling's curse mark, even though it was non-lethal to him. Lan Wangji can be upset about the curse mark but not about a cultivation style "he believes" is slowly poisoning his beloved and will lead him to a slow and painful death? And before anyone comes with the "well Lan Wangji learns to stop being rigid about rules!" take, 1) Lan Wangji was never an unquestioning follower of the rules, 2) there is not "rule" in the cultivation world against the use of resentful energy (once again, THE NIE EXIST), and 3) why would him no longer caring about the rules make him ok watching a loved one die a completely preventable death? Wei Wuxian has a new golden core, he is a skilled fighter even without one, and Lan Wangji can protect him besides, so what would motivate him to condone Wei Wuxian's flagrant use of the ghost path and teach the juniors about it while he's at it other than the fact that he now understands that there's nothing inherently dangerous about it when used correctly?

"Wei Wuxian is more cautious of his ghost path in his second life." The same Wei Wuxian who summoned three fierce corpses within 48 hours of his resurrection to fight a ghost arm? The same Wei Wuxian who directly after this event went grave-digging to scrounge up some ghosts to put into talismans for later use? The same Wei Wuxian who plunges into Empathy with A-Qing despite seeing how horribly she must have died? The same Wei Wuxian who casually summons a corpse to ask it for directions????

I don't think there's a single moment in his second life where his first instinct is to use the orthodox path for anything. He even only accidentally used Siubian because he didn't have a physical body to defend himself with against Jin Guangyao in the hidden chamber. The next time he intentionally uses his sword, it's to cut up a melon.

[sidesteppostinghours]

ok. question.

ortega ended up hallucinating sidestep after they "died", but sidestep doesnt know about that. they know it got bad, but never the full extent of how their death affected them. so if your sidestep Did learn, if they found out ortega looked for them in every little piece they could, would that change anything for your sidesteps? would their relationship with ortega be any different?