#but that hurts me even more than if i was being actively ignored on purpose

[tortademaracuya]

Dont you love when someone says you are like family to them but also ignore you for months if you arent the one constantly seeking them out and the second they make plans with you they just stand you up

[wttcsms]

we play our fantasies out in real life ways ; shouto todoroki.

pairing shouto todoroki x f!reader  word count 2.7k  synopsis knocking up his sugar baby seems (and feels) like a dream come true for the future ceo and youngest son of japan’s richest conglomerate family. content contains sugar daddy!shouto, yandere themes, car sex, creampie, breeding kink, quirkless au, ceo!shouto, tiny daddy kink author’s notes this is a repost of an old fic but pls tell me we are still horny 4 shouto. also ignore the Tesla promo, i was feeling silly when i wrote this </3

He can have anything he wants, you know.

And of course you know this. Of course you do. It’s hard to ignore this fact whenever he’s the exact reason your closet is overflowing with more dresses than you know what to do with; why your dresser can barely stay shut due to the amount of lacy lingerie you’ve had to shove in them; why you’re a third year college student driving to campus with a brand new Mercedes that technically isn’t even supposed to be out on the market ‘til next month. 

He can have anything he wants, and because you’re his, by extension, you have the power to make all your material wishes come true, too. All you have to do is ask him.

All you have to do is look up at him and give him those puppy dog eyes of yours and say, “please, daddy, can I cum?” and he’ll let you. You know he will, because stoic Shouto Todoroki, the future CEO and prized son of the Todoroki clan that happens to be one of the most famous conglomerate families in all of Japan, just can’t seem to say no to you. He signs off multi-billion yen deals as easily as one blinks and running multiple companies is just something he’s been born to do. It’s no easy feat to give commands to such a powerful man. 

And yet, one look and a tiny whimper is all it takes to turn him into putty in your hands. 

It’s always an out of body experience when you’re with Shouto. Being with him is like constantly being the main character of a movie. He rents out entire restaurants so the two of you can dine away from prying eyes. He sends you good morning and good night texts every single day. (One time you joked about him forcing his assistant to do it because there’s no way a busy man like him would ever have time to do something so insignificant; he didn’t like that you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the concept of you being someone very important to him.) Shouto is incredibly good to you, incredibly good for you.

He’s incredibly good with a lot of things. Taking care of you, for one. Taking care of all his businesses, for another. And right now, he’s taking real good care of your cunt when he’s got three of his fingers knuckles deep in you. 

The windows to his sleek, outrageously priced car are tinted so dark, even you struggle to see through the windshield. You always tell him it’s dangerous, but he reminds you that there are always reasons for the things he does. You wonder if getting tinted windows so he could fuck his college student sugar baby with some semblance of privacy is the reason. 

And then all thinking on your end comes to a stop when he nips at the skin of your neck, biting down softly and getting you to let out a tiny whimper. It doesn’t hurt. You don’t think Shouto is even capable of hurting you; not because you’re some unbreakable being, but because you don’t think the calloused hands that have caressed every centimeter of your body is capable of harming you. 

The two of you are currently parked in the lot right outside the building where his main office is located. In about ten minutes, the parking lot will be flooded with employees who have just clocked out and are getting ready to speed home. In about ten minutes, anyone could accidentally (or purposely) become a little voyeur to the activities going down in the future CEO’s luxury car. 

Your back is pressed against his chest. More often than not, you find yourself naked while he’s practically still dressed, and it’s the same thing that’s happening right now. The buttons on his shirt are digging into your back, but you can’t find it in you to complain. Instead, you focus on gripping the wrist of the hand that’s in between your thighs. The sleeves of his button down shirt are rolled up, and if you take your tiny fingers just a bit higher, you can feel the veins running down his arm. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” The baritone of his voice is smooth, calm, collected — in control. Because you can make any request in the world, and Shouto will fulfill it for you, but that does not mean that you are the one who makes the final decisions. At the end of the day, everything you have, everything that is given to you, is because of him, because of the decisions he makes for you.

His eagerness to gift you the world thinly veils the true depth of your submission to him. A subconscious part of you is well aware of the power imbalance in this relationship, but if all has been well these past two years, then surely it’ll only be smooth sailing from here?

You lean back, leaning into his warmth, breathing deeply to inhale the scent of his spicy cologne that costs more than your textbooks (that he bought for you). 

“D-daddy.” You moan out, trying to coax him deeper in your tight little cunt, as if his fingers aren’t already as deep as they can go, spreading out your hole to prep you for what he knows you truly crave. 

“You’ve got to speak up, love. I can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me what to give you.” His breath is warm against your ear, and it’s so hot in the car. So, so hot. You wonder if it’s just you feeling the heat, though. Shouto seems as collected as ever, not the least bit uncomfortable at all. 

“Mmm — w-want you.” You wriggle a bit in his lap, but his free hand grips your side and squeezes you with a firm, nonverbal command to stop moving. You do, immediately. Because that’s what you always do: follow his command. 

“I know you do.” He coos, finally moving his fingers. It’s agonizingly slow, too slow. The car is silent save for your little pants and the obscene wet sounds that come as a result of his fingers thrusting in your wet cunt. 

“Faster, daddy.” You whine out, looking up at him. The sun is setting, and despite the tint of the windows, the orange glow from the sun still shines against his smooth skin, casting his face into something that’s half sunset/half shadow. It’s a good look; a sharp contrast that matches his hair. Seeing your blatant admiration of him only spurs him to give in and go faster. He had planned on drawing this out for as long as he possibly could. He had originally wanted to coax you into as many orgasms ‘til you were nothing but a fucked out little mess, too worn out to pay attention or even care when he finishes your little session with you plugged up with his cum. 

The lives of children born into the Todoroki family are more cursed than it is blessed, and Shouto had, a very long time ago, made a vow that he would never continue the bloodline. He would have no children, which would be easy because he planned on never having a lover.

And then he met you, started providing for you, realized how much he enjoyed providing, and realized even more that the only way to strengthen this transactional relationship is by forcing your hand. He likes to think that you would stay with him willingly, but there are some chances that he’s just not willing to take; there are some extremes that he’s all too entirely happy to go far to, though. 

Your sweet moans mix in well with the lewd sounds of your pussy getting thoroughly fingerfucked. His fingers are so much longer than yours, can reach spots inside of you that you can’t quite reach yourself. He’s efficient with anything and everything he does, and you’re not surprised when he doesn’t slow his pace. The consistent strokes of his fingers, your lowered inhibitions when around Shouto, and the look on his face (equal parts concentration and adoration) all help in making you cum all over his hand. 

“Good girl.” Shouto whispers, removing his fingers and holding his hand up. The sunlight beaming through makes his digits glisten even more, and you’re enraptured as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips to suck your essence off of them. Piercing heterochromatic eyes never leave yours as he sucks on them, and you have to turn away from embarrassment. How can he keep such a straight face when literally licking your cum off his fingers? 

“Don’t turn away from me.” His hand — still wet — grips your chin and forces you to look at him again. “I don’t like it when you shy away from me.” 

You nod meekly, and Shouto sighs. 

“You shouldn’t be shy around me. I don’t like making you feel uncomfortable, you know that, don’t you?” 

You nod again, a subtle, barely there move. He’s not impressed. 

“Answer me properly.” There’s a hard edge to his tone, and you sit up a little straighter. Shouto would never lay a hand on you with the intent to physically harm you, but he’s not above roughing you up during sex. You’ve heard him get this way before, and the imprint of his fingertips and the purple hickeys littering your poor body took three days to fade properly. 

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You say with a pout, trying to conjure up any sort of leniency he can spare. Judging by his facial expression and the wavering look in his eyes, he’s already softening up. You just have to make it up to him now to have his complete forgiveness.

Maneuvering in the limited space the driver’s seat gives is no easy task, but you manage to shift positions to where you’re straddling his lap, finally facing him properly. He’s leaned back, watching you with a hungry glint in his eyes that makes you feel like the most wanted girl in all of Japan. A surge of heat flows through your body, from the tips of your ears to your cheeks and all the way down to between your thighs. If you were in a different position, you could clench them together, try to rub your thighs in an attempt to ease the need for friction. 

Your fingers make quick work of his belt and his zipper, pulling down on both the waistband of his slacks and his briefs to finally free his cock. He’s already hard, and you admire the way your hand can’t even wrap fully around him. The tip is flushed red, pearly beads of precum already present. 

This is the part where you look up at him, almost as if you’re unsure about what to do. You don’t know what it does to him, to see you sitting on his lap with his cock looking outrageously large in your tiny hands. He can see your pretty pussy practically dripping all over his slacks. Now’s not the time for you to be playing the role of an innocent, unsure little girl, but then it hits him: you’re asking him for permission. He almost lets out a bark of laughter. 

“You’ve already taken it upon yourself to tear into my pants and make a grab for my cock. Surely you don’t expect me to beg to fuck your little hole now, do you?” He has a cold smile on his face as he brings you closer to him. “I thought this was my apology. Don’t tell me you’re going to make me do all the work?”

“O-of course not!” You look startled at the suggestion, eyes going big and round. He looks at you expectantly, as if telling you to do something. 

It always burns when you first take him. It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cums, doesn’t matter how long he spends stretching you out on his fingers. By now, your pussy should have memorized the feel of his dick, should have been moulded to fit him and only him. And while there’s a tiny flash of pain and discomfort for you (which Shouto hates), it’s hard not to be in love with the feel of just how tight you are. 

The stinging pain is brief, though, and is easily replaced by one of satisfaction from being stuffed by the prettiest, fattest cock you’ve ever taken in your life. 

You moan, rocking your hips back and forth. Maybe this was originally supposed to be an apology to him, but it feels more like you’re using him as your own personal toy, and Shouto really couldn’t care less. After all, if it brings you pleasure, it brings him pleasure. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, baby? What would happen if I never met you, hmm? Are you willing to spread those pretty legs of yours for any man?” He says the last sentence with a tone sharper than usual. You shake your head as you continue to rut against him, chasing after your own high because you might not be a simpleminded slut for anyone, but you are nothing more than a cockslut when it comes to Shouto. 

“Ah — fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moan out, falling against his chest, burying your face into the space between his shoulder and neck. “D-daddy, fuck!”

He holds you close to him as you cum, not even minding the mess you’ve made of his work pants. “Daddy’s got you.” He coos, his hand finding the back of your neck and squeezing you there, gently. “You must be tired now…”

You’re still too fucked out to really comprehend what’s exactly going on ‘til it’s happening, but even with your slow reaction times, you still manage to let out a slutty moan as you feel Shouto thrusting up into you. It must be uncomfortable, you think. This position doesn’t make it exactly easy for him to chase after his own pleasure, but then you remember that Shouto Todoroki doesn’t back down or break down when it comes to challenges.

He perseveres. 

You’re like a rag doll, like a personal little fucktoy, made for him to use (and maybe even break) as he pleases. Every thrust is sharp and intense, and his teeth are clenched as he continues to use you, enjoying the warmth of your tight walls and admiring the ring of white that coats and clings to his dick every time he pulls out. 

It doesn’t take him much longer to finally finish; he grabs you by your hips, raising you slightly before abruptly pushing you down on his cock, making sure that he’s nestled as deeply in you as he can be when he finally cums. He’s breathing a bit harder as he comes down, and then he’s grabbing you by your hair, making you stare at him. 

His cheeks are flushed, there’s some slight sweat building up on his forehead, his shirt is wrinkled. He’s never looked better. You’ve never felt better. 

Or, more accurately, never felt fuller. 

“Shouto, did you c…” You can’t even finish the sentence. Did you cum inside? Not like you have to; you know the answer. Some of it is dripping out of you. 

All he does is give you that small smile, the one that he rarely lets anyone see, and starts up the car. 

If he doesn’t want to talk now, there’s no way you can get him to answer properly. You try to remove yourself from his lap and make your ungraceful, disgusting journey to the passenger seat, but Shouto places a firm hand on your waist, forcing you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shouto, you can’t possibly drive while I’m sitting here on your lap.”

“I bought a Tesla for a reason.” 

Right. Because everything Shouto does has a reason for it.

You think about this on the drive back to his penthouse, a little bit of fear building up in your lower belly. Shouto does everything for a reason, and what’s the reason for any man cumming inside?

[rene-darling]

ACCIDENTALLY- walking in on them pleasing themselves to you

Adeptus reader in xiao's part, no pronouns are mentioned for the reader so ig it's gn!reader., just wanna let y'all know REQUESTS are OPEN so feel free to choose from The list of fandoms I do (yes I do more than genshin)

Xiao...tighnari...cyno...scaramouche

Xiao

He doesn't know what's gotten into him he was doing his normal patrol of liyue until he heard some strange noises of grunts and moans it seemed like someone was hurt!

As he got closer he saw them doing- things it's not the first time he's accidentally stumbled upon humans partaking in such activities but for some reason, this was stuck in his head he couldn't help it he just- couldn't forget about it...

His mind wandered to maybe you doing those things with him...how would you look?would you...even want to do such a thing with the likes of him, either way, he couldn't control his mind from wandering

This brings him to now as he slowly strokes his hard cock small whines leaving his mouth his mind was clouded with pleasure which is why he made his next mistake

Throwing his head back while arching his back he let out a louder-than-usual scream and accidentally let your name out "A-ah..y/n!"

In a split second, the room was covered in smoke when you appeared "yes xia-" "..." "..." "y-y/n!" xiao was startled as he grabbed the nearest thing to him and attempted to cover himself "..xiao" you were..shocked to say the least catching the ever so stern yaksha jerking it off...and to you?? "thi-this I mean uhm" was it just you or was his pretty cock leaking even more...

Xiao would have teleported outside the room the second you appeared but to his dismay, he was naked.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to s-say" you wear mesmerized by him anything and everything he said went in one ear and out the other you couldn't help yourself staring at his naked body he was so pretty!! "..stop staring...please" xiao was embarrassed but he was increasingly becoming nervous too you were staring at him like some predator who was gonna swallow him whole

You slowly made your way onto the bed while xiao stared intently at you backing up until his back hit the bed frame "hey xiao, that was my name you were yelling right." "..mhm..i-im sorry I-ah!" you gently grabbed his cock which was poorly hidden by some sheets- "so you won't mind if I do this right."

The poor yaksha shivered and sobbed for the rest of the night truly, his darkest fantasies came to life..

Tighnari

He can't help it okay! You just smell so good and it's mating season for the fennec fox!! Every time you hold his hand, come a little closer to his face than usual he swears you're doing this on purpose!

He's been held up in his room for who knows how long with a thick dildo stuck up his ass as he pounds it ruthlessly into his hole

Collei's been getting a little worried about tighnari he's been in his room for so long! She's worried so she asks you to go check on him which you gladly accept

You slowly open the door to his residence it's dark with some light shining it takes a few seconds for you to adjust your eyes "tighnari..?" WHAM something lands on your face as tighnari lets out a loud girly shriek! You stumble around a little until you find the lights turning them on you look around when you're greeted with the sight of a naked tighnari trying desperately to cover up

Your eyes land on the floor where you finally see the object he threw at you...a cum covered green dildo...

For what feels like an eternity you two just stare at each other..."i-ill just take my leave" tighnaris so embarrassed you saw him like that! And instead of being sexy and shaking his ass or something- he-...he threw a fucking fake dick at you!! " archons please kill me"

He ignores you the rest of the week and doesn't interact with you running away every time he sees you with his face all red, of course until his heat gets too unbearable and he begs you to fuck him!! You say yes of course who could say no to him while he's whining and crying like that!

Cyno

Even the great general mahamatra needs to load of stress once in a while tho what he didn't expect is you walking in on him

It's been a long week of catching criminals he's tired. And lately, you just seem to get more and more desirable he can't help but get all sweaty palmed when he sees you!!

He knows he shouldn't do this here- in his office of all places someone might walk in...and someone did

He's clenching a picture of you in a bathing suit you teasingly gave him "in case you need something to think about while jerking off" he didn't think he would actually use it but...

His groans are soft and quiet making sure he doesn't disturb anyone "general maha-...matra" "y/-y/n! I-i um" in his utter shock he drops the photo he had of you and your eyes slowly look down a stunned expression on your face as you stare down at it

"I-" he doesn't want you thinking he's a perv!! "i-im sorry! Please forgive me I don't know what got into me-" he was closing his eyes too afraid of the look you might give him

You were quiet it was almost deafening slowly he opened his eyes and to his shock and horror you were right there in front of him "general I have great respect for you so I won't tell anyone what I've seen today...but in return, you should give me something as an apology- don't you think?" he was so embarrassed he was sure he was as red as a tomato! "mhm- yes I'm sorry anything-"

Cyno let out a huge gasp as you picked him up. And slammed him onto the table

"I think this will be more than enough- make sure to stay quiet now..."

Scaramouche

Scarmouche is a puppet he doesn't have sexual desires! But...there's just something about- you. it makes him crazy, mad deranged even though he can't put his finger on it but he's obsessed

Every time you hold his hand or even sit next to him he gets all hot!! So this is your fault he's in no way responsible for what he's doing if it weren't for you-...he wouldn't have ever discovered such carnal desires!

You're always teasing him about his sheer suit and how he should be careful or "bad men" are gonna rip it open or when sitting and talking to the traveler you rub his thighs up and down occasionally stopping to rub and group them

He pinches his cute puffy pink nipples as humps a pillow he's not even trying to be quiet he can't help it he's in too far deep

"wanderer- are you okay-..." gasping he stared at you all red and flustered "I-i...this- this is your fault!!" "?? What h-how is this my fault?!" "yo-you! You're always teasing me a-and i-i!" poor darling. He Starts to sob! He can't take it you've been teasing him and now you're rejecting it!! "I-its your fault s-so take responsibility a-and...help me" "i-i wait what did you say at the end?"

He can't take it! You're being dense on purpose, aren't you!! "I said help me goddamit" he gasped and let out a whine when you grabbed him by the throat "see that wasn't so hard now was it? You don't have to be such a bitch about it, if you wanna get fucked dumb then just say it nicely."

"p-please.." it was quite a long night after that.

[medusas-daughter]

I had to block so many Alicent stans bulldozing my posts lately but I need to vent. Yes, Alicent is a product of her father, yes her marriage to Viserys was traumatic, yes the way her council and her own son are treating her is awful.

Here's why I don't have a shred of empathy for her: she chose, actively, of her own volition, not manipulated by her father or husband, not pushed to it by whatever trauma, to slutshame Rhaenyra over and over, and chose, actively, to raise her sons to believe they are better than women simply because they're men. That is a choice. Don't tell me she was protecting her children because Rhaenyra would have killed them when she became queen. Rhaenyra said in front of all of ther father's council that she wanted her son and Alicent's daughter to marry. She wanted to bind both families even more. Kinslaying is a curse that Rhaenyra would have no reason to invoke if they hadn't stolen her crown. All those arguments of Rhaenyra hating her brothers stem from nothing. She literally ignored them 99% of the time, they're the ones who were obsessed with her and her kids because of Alicent's poison. Rhaenyra just saw her brothers as kids. If she hated them she wouldn't have let her sons near them. Alicent chose to torment Rhaenyra to the point where her sons only call their sister "the whore of Dragonstone" and that is not something that was imposed on her by a flawed system, that was a choice on her part.

She also chose to abuse Rhaenyra's sons for their birth. Bigotry against bastards still exists to this day. There are countries where bastards weren't allowed a last name until the last couple decades, that's how recent it is, GRRM didn't invent that. And that's just the legal repercussions, the social ones are worse. I don't take that hate lightly. Alicent chose to remind the whole of the Red Keep over and over to keep calling those children bastards. She made them feel unsafe in their own home. She chose to make her sons hate their nephews and torment them for being bastards. That was a choice that wasn't pushed on her, she did that all on her own.

I have been slutshamed and abused by women like Alicent my whole life. And guess what, the patriarchy those women suffered under? We're all suffering under it. Some of us chose not to take it out on other women. And some of us chose to pander to the man and uphold the patriarchy like it's their life's purpose. Is Alicent a complex nuanced character? I would argue yes actually. She was a victim of certain circumstances and guilty of others. She's quite realistic. She's every right wing woman I've ever met. And no I don't have empathy. She made her bed. She can die in it for all I care.

Also, I don't hate her anymore than I hate the rest of the greens. I'm just angrier at her because a man calling his ex a whore is like a dime a dozen there's so many of them. A woman calling another woman a whore? That stings. That hurts a lot more than anything a man could say.

[tmnt-l0v3rrr]

Punishments

Yan! Rottmnt x Reader Headcanons

Warnings!!

Kidnapping, loss of privacy, being watched, forced touch, unhealthy relationships, abuse, beatings, Obsession, shock collars, and overall yandere and unhealthy topics.

Raphael

Now, he really hates seeing you upset. But, part of him remembers that if you don't learn now you never will, he is an older brother after all.

His punishments aren't near the worst of the bunch. Raph's punishments are more inconvenient than anything, not being allowed to leave his room whatsoever, doing laps around the lair, are the minor ones, they do progress the worst of the action you do.

If you try to run away you lose all and any privacy you had. Zero time alone at all, it's suffocating.

It's time for you to shower? He's right outside the curtain the whole time, he isn't afraid to look in if he hears something out of the ordinary. Bathroom? He's looking away but you can even lose that. Changing? Unless it's undergarments his eyes aren't leaving you.

You aren't allowed to face the door when you two sleep, you're kept facing the wall cradled by Raph, he'll chain you to the bed if he has to.

In summary, privacy loss is one of his most used punishments. He'd never hit you, on purpose….

Leonardo

Now, he isn't super sure how to punish someone humanely… He just isn't sure on how else to get you to listen.

For the little things, like talking back or refusing to do a dumb activity with him, he can be cold or manipulative. He could spit something at you like “Really? All I want to do is love and spend time with you and all you ever do is ignore me or be ungrateful! All I want is to love you, let me love you, dear.”

He will also pinch you for small mistakes, like say you say something he doesn't exactly agree with, Leo will simply pinch, normally on the neck, it works, his pinches hurt like a bitch. Or he'll flick you, those also hurt.

He worries, alot, so if you try to run away?

He throws a fit, screaming, crying the whole ordeal. He will get to you, lock the door on his train car. Yell, so loud your ears ring. Screaming about how mad he is, how you should never do that and how dangerous it is.

In his fit of rage, it will likely get physical.

Maybe grabbing you by the collar… throwing you against the wall, screaming at you, he'll kick your legs and bash until they bleed and are bruised.

He didn't mean to, he is just too worried about you, he can't let you leave. No matter how much it hurts.

Donatello

By far he Is the worst, he knows what you did is wrong and won't feel bad, you did this to yourself. It was your choice.

Now, almost all of his punishments are with a shock collar he made, one like he made for Leo awhile ago, but it has different settings and is remote controlled. (He can also control it with his tech gauntlet) Based on what you do is how bad the shock will be, it is normally at a 2 for small mistakes. A quick zap is it.

Now, if you try to escape? That's where it gets bad. What were you thinking?

Once he finds you, you're in big trouble. The collar will go off, the highest setting. Over and over. You'll be lugged back to where you started being shocked and yelled at.

Like his blue coded brother, he isn't too sure how to be humane. Whatever he does, it's gonna leave a mark.

Mikey

He is somewhere along with Raph, he's more disappointed than anything when you mess up badly. He is rare to punish, he doesn't want to see you in pain or upset. It's just hard for him to see. It hurts.

For small mistakes he'll give you a small scolding and that's it. Nothing to scare you. He doesn't want to scare you anymore then he already has.

If you try to escape, he reminds himself that you're human, you're scared. Your world was torn apart by him. He had to be gentle.

He will take you back to the lair, tied up with his mystic chains, leaving no room to squirm. Along with his older brother, you'll lose privacy and with Mikey, you'll be treated like a helpless child.

You can't do anything alone or without help. It's truly embarrassing. You're not allowed to even brush your own hair. Pretty much everything is taken away from you. It sucks.

[stupditysholy]

I have to get this off my chest because the amount of Curly love on tik tok actually stresses me out and I’ll tell you why:

So to my understanding having experienced the game multiple times, Curly absolutely fails to advocate for/help Anya. She hides the gun to keep it away from Jim because Curly will not allow her to protect herself. He straight up calls her crazy to her face, too: “You never had to get psych evals like the rest of us. I should’ve known” or something along those lines. When Curly confronts Jim before Jim crashes the ship, he doesn’t say ANYTHING in defense of Anya, instead consoling Jim that they would figure it out, and he’d been in rough spots before.

For all intents and purposes, Curly does not see that Jim has done something inexcusable, and rather he has made a series of mistakes. He does not for one single moment consider how Anya’s life has been permanently altered, how her autonomy has been entirely stolen from her.

Until he experiences it himself.

Curly being reduced to a mostly immobile spring sausage is his way of experiencing the pain he allowed to be inflicted upon Anya, full stop. Even more ironic? Anya can’t bare to give him his pain killers, so he is left completely at Jim’s mercy, a fun-house mirror of how Curly could not bare to hold his friend accountable, and therefore left Anya at Jim’s mercy pre-crash.

Curly only becomes Jim’s victim because he allows Anya’s victimization to go on unchecked. He thought he was exempt from Jim’s abuse, and that is his biggest mistake.

Also, I have to say the idea that Curly get’s rescued and lives happily ever after does the narrative no justice. In fact, it completely undermines Jim’s entire character arc. Curly living happily ever after would, in some sense, redeem a little of Jim’s character—redemption he did not remotely earn because he did NOT take responsibility. At all.

Jim putting Curly in the pod at the end is no act of mercy. It’s actually the worst and most selfish thing he could have done. It’s the exact freaking opposite of taking responsibility. When he has his big talk with Polle before the very end, he is spouting complete and utter bullshit. Why?

The crash and Curly are NOT the things he is supposed to be taking responsibility for. The thing he is supposed to be taking responsibility for is ANYA’S TORMENT. That is the thing which started all of this, which lead to the crash, which fried Curly. That is the inciting incident.

That’s the freaking irony!

Anya get’s completely and utterly forgotten in this moment. In my opinion, this is why Polle says:

If all of that is true… why are you still so concerned with him?

Because right before that, Jim is about to say “Our worst moments don’t make us monsters.”

And Polle knows, then, in that moment, that when Jim thinks of his worst moments, he thinks of the accident, what happened to Curly, rather than the immeasurable pain he inflicted on Anya PURPOSEFULLY. Jim completely fucking ignores his worst moment, and that DOES make him a monster.

So when Jim puts Curly in that pod, not only is he righting the WRONG wrong, but he is actively choosing to believe this is what it means to take responsibility. He is making his amends to a man he accidentally hurt rather than the person who suffered the most at his hand.

It’s also pretty evil of Jim to put him in there because he knows: a good captain goes down with his ship. He makes Curly out to be a selfish and pitiful. He may even be setting him up for failure depending on how the authorities reason out what happened.

I just think at the end of the day Jim is the villian of the story, and Curly is a freaking bystander. Obviously post-crash this is inevitable, but that’s almost funny—not gonna do anything to stop him, Curly? Guess what, now you don’t even have a freaking choice.

Anyway please stop glazing the spaghetti man you can love his complexity but he is not a good guy or uwu cutie pie. He sucks. Straight up.

Feel free to start discourse in the comments I’m okay with being wrong about him I guess I just don’t think I am.

[mxdarling]

[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

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ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that!” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

I want you to know I respect your opinion and at the end of the day you can do whatever you want on your own page, which I love all the art you do. Your White Diamond AU is so remarkable I've added it to my own headcanon idea of Steven meeting his alternate selves.

With that said, why are you responding to posts or asks that talk about blatant shattering of other gems? Real SU fans don't immediately go "death to the enemy." Real SU fans understand that SU is about love, acceptance, second chances, and pacifism. I'll admit, there have been more idiots in the fandom since the show's end, but in my humble opinion, it's best to not give any of them attention, even if they are annoying.

Sorry if I sound rude, I just didn't get responding to that one ANONYMOUS comment.

It's not rude at all! And it's a great question! One I understand the reasoning of.

But I have my own reasoning for doing the things I do.

Mainly, I think that while ignoring SOME behaviors is definitely good.... talking about OTHER behaviors actively is the fastest and healthiest way to immunize the greater community against them.

Let me explain.

I've been in this fandom a long time now, and I agree with you - there's a solid possibility, a real chance that whoever sent that message is just a passing non-fan who decided to be weirdly edgy in my inbox. No big deal. It happens.

But in my experience, the SU fandom is.... wide and varied. There are people of all ages, and many opinions. It would be easier, of course, if the only 'true fans' were those who perfectly understood the show's themes. But to me, that veers dangerously close to a No True Scotsman type of thinking. The reality is that many different people watch SU. And while many of them do inherently agree with the message and understand the nuance, many more just watch the show because... they like the surface level graphics and cool fights and interesting worldbuilding. In fact, many of the show's fans are edgy teens (sorry edgy teens) who are in a life-stage where violence and being strong and cool and decisive in a morally black and white manner is the only way they can possibly imagine solving any problem. And... that's kinda the opposite of what SU teaches! But that's also the point. SU teaches those things on purpose.

And yeah, I can absolutely just ignore this part of the population. But ignoring a behavior does not actually make it go away 100% of the time. If a child in a supermarket comes up to you and starts smacking you with a wooden spoon from Aisle 4, then... sure... you can ignore them and see if their parent comes to get them, or they go away, especially if it's a very small child and they're not hurting you a lot.

But that's not the only option. You can ALSO opt to teach them - and any other spoon-wielding children watching - what COULD happen if they are crude or cruel to a stranger in public. Namely, you can snap 'stop it' and at the very least glare at that child. This is a lesson that will arguably teach them more about the interaction than a complete lack of reaction would.

Now, I'm not saying people who send me asks are all children and I'm doling out some moral lessons here. This is just a metaphor.

I'm simply a person in a social space (tumblr) who is driving my own blog. And while I DO ignore a very large part of cruel/rude asks I get (trust me, I do ignore many!) I sometimes also just post a reply to show what ELSE could happen if you say a borderline silly and arguably tonally inappropriate ask to a person. You could get replied to! In a sarcastic or snappy manner!

And maybe - just maybe - the other people reading my blog can learn something from the experience, and think 'ah, so doing it like THAT will maybe make people kinda annoyed, now I know and will not do that'.

I cannot deny that overall I agree with you, though. I don't think that these types of messages deserve attention on the regular. But I'd hope that my replies to these things are not really... regular. I ignore probably... 80% of these sort of things? I guess maybe it just feels like a lot less, since, well. The public ones are 100% of the ones you get to see!

[gleamingtempest]

Ming Jeung - [DRDT] Character Analysis #02

Welcome

Hello. : ) This is a part in a series of analysis' by me where I will be individually outlining the negative experience, core belief & stated belief for every main character in the Danganronpa: Despair Time cast. Danganronpa: Despair Time is not a complete text yet so these analysis' will not be exclusively based on text from the project. All segments of these posts which cover parts of a character's story which has not yet covered in the text. Speculation will always be marked by the indicator [X] when it occurs. The purpose of this series is ultimately to provide my own individual thoughts, feelings & speculation on each character with actual text as my basis for building those actual thoughts, feelings & speculation. I hope you are all able to find it useful. Please be well - and enjoy. 🙇🏻‍♀️

*Note: This post was written at the time of 7/9/2024. At this time, the latest DRDT episode release was Chapter 2 - Episode 11. Every post in this series will be redone after the full release of the series.

Negative Experience

Ming Jeung

-> Negative Experience: The most prominent traumatic events or event experienced by the character in their past, which primarily informs their core belief & stated belief in the main story.

Negative Experience Min Jeung was born into poverty, though was not in it for a long enough period to have vivid memories of living in poverty. Submitting herself to the full authority of an institute which commodified her willingness to obsess over competence & diligence as a student before she was old enough to have vivid memories of her life is how Min Jeung managed to escape this circumstance - for both herself and her family. Fatalistically, she accepted this role without question for years because if she did not, there would be future for her or her family. Inadvertently this trapped Min in a role wherein she could not see a future for herself.

Core Belief

Ming Jeung

-> Core Belief: The Core Belief is the unconscious belief held by the character which informs their external & internal beliefs about themselves & the world, or, their "stated belief."

Core Belief

A lack of personal identity or personhood - humanity - is what defines Min's characterization & trajectory as a character. "In order to live I must submit to fate. Resistance is death; not being." Min is not allowed to be human - she lacks substance because substance lacks the ability to reach her. Min is trapped, both by the world and herself. She cannot be allowed to believe there is hope, because the very nature of her role as the Ultimate Student confines her to an identity predetermined before her personality had even fully developed - before her personhood was given the opportunity to exist. Min is nothing because Min cannot be anything. Min is not human.

Stated Belief

Ming Jeung

-> Stated Belief: The external & internal ideology or belief which the character actively & consciously applies.

Stated Belief

Min is able to justify this wretched existence by believing that she is saving her family. For herself and for her family, Min can justify her suffering because the alternative is so awful that accepting is unacceptable. Even if Min cannot be human, she can be more than that - she can be a martyr. "I wanted to save you... I wanted to save them. I can't save myself - so isn't this the best choice?"

The impetus behind Min's choices is that of justification of human suffering because others would be hurt if it was not accepted. "I can be hurt if others aren't, so it's okay." Min does not regard herself as human, so she allows herself to do awful things to herself if it means that she can be a savior. Still, Min is, doubtlessly - human. Even if she can lie to herself, she cannot lie to her humanity. Min's defining action in the story is killing Xander in order to save Teruko - and then, betraying everyone by choosing to fight for her own life in the class trial. Even if she chose to ignore it for her whole life, to justify her own suffering for the sake of others, even if Min chose to be selfishly selfless - in the end, she was human. In the end, she was somebody; Min Jeung.

Design

Ming Jeung

-> Design Philosophy: In order to analyze the designs of the Danganronpa: Despair Time cast I would like to establish my method for identifying significant elements of their design to outline & analyze. -> The order I will look at the designs through will be: [Color] -> [Clothing] -> [Story]. Color will usually consist of discussing three prime colors used for the design however their will be outliers to this rule. Story will often be speculative, since we're early in the text.

Color

The three primary colors in Min's design are red, magenta [pink] & white. The primary color is magenta while white and red are the support colors. Magenta, or pink is futility; death. It is the color of blood in the Danganronpa universe & representative of performance in a cyclical manner - the commodification of humanity for the sake of profit, regardless of human suffering. Min's eyes are pink because at her core she has internalized that she must be the Ultimate Student. She can never be anything more because to be anything more would be to betray her own core belief about herself - that she is not human. Whit is broadly just a neutral blankness, which indicates a subdued, complement nature & silent acceptance of fate without resistance. Resignment. White is hollow & empty - just like Min's day-to-day life. Red is the counter or challenging color of this design - if Min is not human then why did Min act on the most human desire of all, both in the past, to have been put on this path, and in the present, to end her path - try to live, regardless of what that takes. Red is passion, vigor, determination - will to be, and to thrive, and to succeed - humanity. Clothing

Min wears school uniform with a taupe vest over it and a red tie. Her skirt is a darker version of the color of her vest & her vest is a more neutral version of her eyes; this could be considered "taupe." Min's hair is a dark desaturated version of her bright red tie, which rests in the center of her design, between her taupe vest and underneath her face. Min's bangs rest over her eyes, which are vivid and bright but concealed from the world. Min's eyes are white & pink - empty futility. "Despair." Story

Min's diamond pin is the same pin worn by a character from the creators other fangan which they have been working on at the same time as DRDT. This character also has Min's eye color & works for XF-Ture Tech, the company which funded Min's family under the premise that she would become the Ultimate Student.

[X] This is the same agent who told Min she would fund her family if she became the ultimate student. Her involvement in the Mall Killing Game is related to the creation of the Killing Game Show & is the Killing Game Teruko was referring to.

[X] Min & this person are related but Min does not know this.

[X] XF-Ture Tech is responsible for the creation of MonoTV, the Killing Game Traps & the executions.

Final Speculation

Min Jeung

-> I Wanted to Save You

Min Jeung herself will not have any major involvement in the creation or orchestration of the killing game, but her connection to XF-Ture Tech will be significant again.

Min's connection to XF-Ture Tech resulted in the creation of the Killing Game technology.

[lenaellsi]

i've mentioned this before and it's a Hot Take maybe but. i don't think it's fair at all to characterize crowley's "you and me, what do you say?" speech from s2 as being equivalent to "fuck the earth run away with me to the stars right now" a la season 1

i guess i can see why it might come off that way, with gabriel and beelzebub having just left and crowley drawing the comparison to them, but a lot of people have sort of extrapolated from that this dichotomy where suddenly aziraphale is the one who cares about saving the world and crowley only cares about himself and aziraphale. and while i think crowley certainly prioritizes their mutual safety and is more likely to get spooked when faced with threats from heaven (i wonder why) crowley also loves earth?? he talks about it all the time.

the last time there was an apocalypse, crowley was the one who proposed saving the world, and he had to talk aziraphale into it. and like...he was planning breakfast at the ritz, wasn't he? he didn't want to leave. obviously "you can't leave this bookshop" meant "you can't leave me," but it also LITTLE bit meant the bookshop, and earth.

the circumstances of s1 were very different than the end of s2. crowley only wanted to run in s1 when 1) the end was about 4 hours away, 2) from his POV he and aziraphale had no idea where the antichrist was, so they wouldn't be able to stop anything even if they did stay to die with the humans, 3) aziraphale was about to Talk To Heaven the same way crowley tried to before the Fall, 4) demons were actively pursuing him for purposes of torture and annihilation. and in the end, he STILL stayed.

idk. if we're going to give aziraphale the benefit of the doubt for the Many Things he said in that convo, then i think we can afford to give crowley the benefit of the doubt that "we need to get away from them" and "go off together" might mean something more along the lines of "please don't go back to heaven, stay with me, it can be the two of us against them all." THAT was what crowley's emotional arc this season was leading to, with the flashbacks and his big revelation in ep 5, the same way aziraphale's was leading to leaving. every single one of the flashbacks had crowley choosing to help someone else at great personal risk--why would that lead to the conclusion that he actually wants to leave without trying to help? (of course, he did want to abandon gabriel. but I don't think that was even a little bit irrational after aziraphale's failed execution. walking away from the heavenly host who has done nothing but hurt both of them is not the same as walking away from earth. it's still a problem--ignoring heaven and hell will not, ultimately, fix anything--but again, it's not the same as abandoning humanity on a whim.)

TL;DR I don't think it's a fair reading to say that crowley's proposed solution to The Heaven And Hell Problem is "fuck humanity, let's give up." i think he was proposing working together against heaven and hell with the option of an exit strategy if everything went wrong, which is what he ALWAYS tries to do. (see: arrangement + holy water.) his need for an escape route and his tendency to prepare for the worst is something that is definitely hindering him in, for example, his relationship with aziraphale, but it also makes sense. because, you know. the last time he tried doing anything about heaven he got his wings lit on fire. so.

[originalgenshinscenarios]

I am so sorry Miko for this assignment to Ayato 😔

Part 1 (Lisa, Kaeya, Diluc, Rosaria)

Part 2 (Zhongli, Kokomi, Hu Tao, Baizhu)

Alhaitham, Ayato, Nilou and Yelan monster scenarios with human reader

Reader here is gender neutral

Warning: for the sake of it being a romantic story rather than dark fiction the description of Jorogumo is in a few ways inacurate on purpose.

Warning 2: researching Naiads was hard asf since I kept getting different sources to different questions I had so apologies ahead if I accidentally wrote something in an inacurate way.

Alhaitham- stone golem

Have you ever seen a man as gorgeous as a statue? Well... he was a statue at first. You remember how often you used to sit nearby it whenever you had an idle moment. It was in a secluded place, sometimes you even wonder if anyone else knew about it.

Sometimes, when you were feeling a bit alone- you talked to him like he was your friend. You couldn't take out some frustrations in your everyday life, so why not just talk to a statue that has no way of responding or judging you?

One day however you noticed something. The statue had a hole on his chest (at least that's the time you actually paid attention to the hole), like something was supposed to be there- but it was nowhere to be found.

You started to look around it. You had no idea what you were even looking for, but you just got a bit too curious.

Luck had it that not long search later you found a gem behind one of the bushes. Without hesitation you put it in the hole which caused an interesting reaction...

The statue moved. It's voice was very pleasant unlike what he said "And what did you wake me for exactly?" Judging by his tone, he wasn't exactly happy about being awakened.

Of course you had no idea that he would wake up so you told him that. To which he called you ignorant for not recognizing something as "basic" as a cursed gemstone.

You decided not to argue with him. I mean it'd be like talking to a stone wall. Which you sort of were doing before...

It was getting awkward at this point, especially since he was indifferent to that. So he just left...

He knew exactly where he was going so he must've been "asleep" for not a long time. He didn't pay you much attention. Actually he acted as though you weren't there.

So you decided to just leave him alone. It was as simple as that. But a part of you continued to be curious about him.

Especially since it was hard not to pay attention to him. You saw him around quite often. Whenever he was reading something, he was still. Looking once again just like a statue.

A very handsome one. If only he wasn't such a stone hearted asshole. But it's not like you can expect much of a guy who literally has a heart made out of stone if he has one to begin with.

One day, you were feeling a little frustrated. So you went back to your usual spot. It was weird coming there knowing that the statue isn't there anymore but when you got there you were surprised to see him.

He didn't feel the need to explain himself. It was clear that he just wanted some peace and quiet. And that's exactly what this place was giving. With a little hesitation, you sat down next to him and just allowed yourself to relax.

You enjoyed each other's company in silence, until he asked what made you come here this time. To which you looked at him surprised.

It didn't take long to connect the dots, although earlier he was "asleep" he still was concious and aware of the things around him.

You didn't know what to do... But in the end you told him a short summary of your recent worries.

And as earlier the point of talking to a statue was the lack of judgement, this time you felt it more than ever.

Then again... Having an active conversation helped you more. And to be honest... You had fun. He was blunt, and while his words did sometimes hurt his lack of social understanding was... Cute in a way.

Ever since that moment, you found yourself getting closer to him. He didn't talk to people much, but he started to look for excuses to talk to you.

When he caught feelings and recognized them he also didn't see any point in pretending. He was blunt even in his confession, but you accepted his feelings.

Honestly you were freaking out yourself a bit before that when you started to fall for him. I mean what were the chances of him returning your feelings when he wasn't exactly the type to be interested in romance.

And yet here you were. With a man who's heart was a stone- and yet it was beating for you.

Ayato- Kitsune

Recently, you found yourself being the victim of some harmless pranks... although you could never tell who or what was pranking you or were you just unlucky.

Each time you went through that path between Konda village to Inazuma city some minor inconvenience happened to you. And nobody but a few foxes were there to witness it.

You started slowly suspecting that you were being harassed by Youkai, and you were pretty sure of that actually- there is no buts here.

And since it was always in company of foxes there was no mistaking it that at least one of them was a fully sentient Kitsune. It wasn't that hard to guess which one was it though.

So next time you were pranked by it's illusions you decided to check your theory. You walked up to the white fox, it had an incredible fluffy tail- or perhaps was it because it had more than one?

You asked what their deal was and they acted dumb for a moment, making you question your sanity. Eventually it got bored of pretending and changed forms. With how childish these pranks were, you were expecting some kid. Instead you saw quite a handsome guy...

You didn't recognize him from anywhere. But his clothes were rather fancy, so he could be some sort of big shot you had no way of recognizing. But how would he have so much free time to prank you like this?

"Ah and so you caught me, I was wondering how long it'd take" his voice was mischievous but at the same time oddly appealing.

You only wondered what did you do to gather such attention around yourself. But there wasn't any real reason for it actually.

It was just a coincidence, and your reactions just happened to entertain him enough to keep his interest.

He tried to leave once his cover was off, and you managed to stop him to ask for his name... And you were surprised to learn that he was actually someone important.

Ayato was never much of a public figure, even though his name is known by many nearly nobody had seen him.

There were a lot of rumors about him as it was... him being a Kitsune actually explained a few of them. But since it wasn't a common knowledge among the public, he sure was great at masking his Kitsune features.

In the end it didn't matter much. It wasn't very likely for the two of you to continue crossing paths.

He won't catch you off guard anymore, and he "interacted" with you for the sake of entertainment... Yet a part of you had fun as well.

He added something to those walks of yours and while sometimes you prayed to not run into him... At other times you were wondering what he'd do next.

You didn't see him on that path for about a week, so you were pretty sure he won't show up here ever again... But then you fell victim to his pranks once more.

Turns out that he was actually busy for once but the moment he had the time he went back hoping to see you again. Actually, his schedule is always tight. It's just that he found himself always being able to find an excuse to go to that spot.

He couldn't quite explain it, but he found himself falling for you at a first sight. Your first meeting was a coincidence, but everything after it wasn't.

And he was right to trust you. Because even though you knew what he was, you didn't pass that information onto anyone. Even if you didn't do it because you thought you wouldn't be believed... He appreciated such "loyalty".

Eventually he stopped entertaining himself with your reactions, instead whenever your paths crossed he indulged in a nice conversation with you.

He wasn't surprised to find out that he was right in having feelings for you... But he only silently adored you.

There was a lot of barriers that should be keeping his heart away from you. From social status to your mortality. And yet he allows himself to have those joyous moments with you.

Nilou- Water Nymph (Naiad)

Getting lost in the desert wasn't something on your to do list and yet here you were. Dehydrated and desperate. Your Sumpter beast ran away as it got scared of something.

You were trying to follow it but it quickly lost you and so you could only rely on the traces it left... but the wind was slowly taking care of them so you needed to be quick.

From afar the beast's tracks conveniently were towards an oasis... so you started to wonder if it wasn't an illusion. But you had no other choice but to follow it.

You were really lucky as it turned out to be an actual oasis, and as you reunited with your beast you noticed that you weren't alone.

A pretty lady was dancing on the water. Standing on it like it was solid ground. And thus you wondered now if you weren't just dead or asleep so pinching yourself you react to it causing the lady to turn around and notice you.

Seeing you in such a dire state she immediately walked up to you and asked "Oh dear..! Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Once again you started to wonder if you didn't die and the pretty lady wasn't an angel. Her sweet voice, graceful moves and gorgeous face really were making you question your state of mind.

But your exhaustion was getting to you, so before you got to respond to her you passed out.

Nilou panicked at first but she quickly pulled herself together and tried to help you. She took care of both you and your beast and waited for you to regain consciousness.

She was patient and other nymphs teased her for worrying so much but she just couldn't help it.

Once you awakened she wanted to help you prepare to head back home... But first you needed to rest and she was very insistent on it.

As you rested you got to know her better and you very quickly got to get along. It was almost like you could knew each other for ages.

She was just so such a kind and gentle soul, talking to her was relaxing. It was maybe even a little bit too perfect.

But you weren't too surprised about it, after all Nymphs are supposed to be perfect... Right?

Your departure was sad for the both of you. But Nilou tried to mask her disappointment when seeing you leave.

She was only wondering if she'll ever see you again. While you were asking yourself if you really just fell in love at the first sight.

You soon found yourself reading more about Nymphs and there were maybe one or two romance stories between a Nymph and a human you stumbled across while researching...

There was one major problem though, you had no clue where to look for that oasis. But when there's a will, there's a way.

You felt it was a little bit insane to risk your life just to meet Nilou again... But you'd also go insane if you wouldn't be able to speak with her soon.

You prepared yourself for the expedition. Hoping for a little bit of dumb luck to guide you.

And guide you it did. Just as you were about to give up you saw it in the distance. Now you only hoped that it was the right one. But you had your suspicions since it wasn't on your map.

Upon seeing you she was really surprised... But also extremely happy. Just like last time the two of you decided to rest together and talk the night away.

This time however you didn't let your interaction end on "what if"s you asked if she wanted to come back with you. You didn't ask her for anything big. Just for her to be your roommate and if she's okay with it girlfriend.

Although it would make her mortal she didn't hesitate to agree. It was spontaneous, but she definitely wasn't going to pass an opportunity to see you every day.

Yelan- Jorogumo

There has been a lot of odd cases lately. The milileth would be suddenly summoned for arrest of various criminals, just for them to be found in something that looked like spider web.

At first you didn't really pay mind to that odd occurrence. Until a pretty lady showed up in your life. Coincidentally, around the time where you were being threatened.

You accidentally happened to hear a bunch of idiots talking about their "perfect plan" on causing some mayhem in the harbor. And ever since you were told to keep your mouth shut or everything will be pinned on you.

So it was hard to trust anyone. They could've been sent as a distraction or maybe the pretty lady was sent to plant some evidence while you weren't looking to make you look guilty.

And although you couldn't deny how... Charming... She was. You weren't some idiot that would do anything for a gorgeous woman.

Then suddenly she leaned into your ear and said "We're being watched. Follow me and I'll explain everything" her tone was serious. But it wasn't said in a way to further threaten you.

With some hesitation, you decided to temporarily trust her. So once the two of you were alone she explained that she knew what was going on.

She introduced herself and said she'll help you. But you needed to cooperate with her. Before you agreed to it blindly you asked her what her plan was.

She just needed you to act as a bait. And while you didn't like the sound of that... She was rather convincing.

It was just before they started setting everything up. They had all the evidence they could have on them and the moment couldn't be more perfect.

You waited for those bandits and as you looked around, you didn't see Yelan anywhere. You started to think that she was setting you up but you had no time to further think about your doubts as the group was there.

You started to act as though you wanted to join their scheme. After all, you're already involved.

You didn't talk much, you were just buying time that's when you noticed for a split moment that Yelan was here. Dashing between the trees. You had no idea how or why for that matter.

When she was done doing... Whatever that was she interrupted your conversation. When the bandits tried to attack, her incredible speed impressed you once again.

And those who she didn't catch in her spiderweb in that run, got caught by the web that was set on the trees.

As the two of you were leaving the scene, you heard the milileth in the back. Everything happened so fast you honestly had no idea what to think. Especially since you witnessed the person (?) behind all these odd occurrences.

When all of it was a done deal the two of you were walking back to the harbor in silence for the first few minutes.

You had so many questions... And yet you said nothing. She was the one who eventually spoke up, she asked if you were okay.

Somehow, from that question the conversation started moving in it's own direction.

It was rather enjoyable, you soon found yourself really enjoying her company. It was hard not to.

So your interactions didn't end with that situation. You ended seeing each other quite frequently- and you'd be lying if after some time your intentions weren't purely platonic.

She was just so interesting and awesome in every way. Even her creepy spider quirks were just something you couldn't help but admire.

You hoped that you weren't delusional and you're right in suspecting that she likes you too...

Without wasting much time, you told her how you feel. She wasn't very surprised by this but she didn't mask that it made her happy to hear you say so.

You were glad the "trap" you had fallen into was love and not her web.

~Mod Lisa

[hayleysayshay]

Honestly one of the things that bothers me as well relating to what you mentioned with everyone being there for Percy’s ritual and Scanlan not getting the courtesy is that in the show there’s a parallel to be made between Percy and Scanlan with how their depression and guilt affect their will to live. (Scanlan’s apathy particularly highlighted in episode 8 and then Pike’s realization of his depression worsening his state of unconsciousness, telling Kaylie that she’s the only person that might give him the will to live anymore). When it comes to saving Percy, there is this big event around it, Vex and Vax will RISK things to fight for Percy’s will and everyone is there waiting when he returns. I understand the circumstances were different bc Percy had an actual resurrection but with Scanlan’s struggles as a whole, no one outside of Pike even knows about it or acknowledges it, as him being comatose was apparently not even something worth acknowledging. In the show it genuinely just feels like no one would risk anything for him as opposed to the campaign where that statement felt more of a result of Scanlan’s depression and self loathing.

And I think what adds the insult to injury is that the season even ends with Scanlan subtly acknowledging his depression with Vox Machina for the first time, he finally mentions to everyone that he felt he didn’t have purpose with them and yet there’s still no group acknowledgment of it, it’s just used as a transition into the party disbanding as a whole. And as a result instead of being left with a feeling of “I hope Scanlan can work out his interpersonal struggles with Vox Machina in the future” I’m just left with a feeling of “why would Scanlan even want to return to Vox Machina in the future”.

Sorry this was very long winded! Your post just articulated some thoughts I was sitting on lol

Yeah yeah yeah.

Like, Vox Machina just… stand around.

There’s no real reaction to Scanlan’s anxieties, the whole group feels passive in relation to Scanlan. They’re a bit more active in Percy’s death, although I think there’s some of the same issues with Percy’s death as with Scanlan — the prioritisation of romance over platonic relationships (Vex gets far more than the others, the rest do the sad face emoji :() but at least the others sit with the grief for a bit, we get a funeral, it does end up changing the group dynamic. Scanlan comes back and nothing really changes.

I want Scanlan to be an arsehole and snap at Vox Machina! I want them to snap back and handle it poorly, making it worse, proving Scanlan right in his eyes, whilst they just feel unreasonably attack. I want them to vent their emotions! I just want them to interact with each other.

I want stupid discourse posts about who was right because at least the audience having an emotional reaction is something. This boring lack of conflicts guts Scanlan of his character, and also makes the bonds feel weaker. Because if you’re not close with someone, it hurts less if they ignore you. A grievance with a passing aquaintence doesn’t hurt so much. Scanlan has all this insecurities, but because Vox Machina is so uninvolved, it means they feel less like friends as a result. Scanlan’s issues are mostly with Kaylie, Kaylie comes back, so I guess all is well.

And the thing is, I think the group would risk anything for Scanlan because they’ll just write it in. But they’re not laying the ground work of the group being honest, or dishonest, with each other. So when they do risk it all for each other, it’ll feel hollow. The show says they’re friends but they don’t show them being friends.

[senditcolton]

run for the hills

never gonna ever be more than just something that's fucking me up

series masterlist | playlist | word count: 2.2k a/n: don't worry, this story isn't over. this is the part 3 and a half (?) in the "we're a bad idea" universe. but this is the penultimate 'chapter' of this story so the end is in sight. I'm both sad that this is coming to an end but very excited for you all to read it! warnings: angst and reference to sexual activities but no smut (shocking, i know) Disclaimer: Reading/creating content for married players isn’t for everyone. Please don’t read if you don’t vibe with it, but don’t attack me or others!

You thought that you would be used to emotional turmoil by now.

Having conflicting feelings waging a war inside you wasn’t new. It was how you had operated for months; it was the sensation that came along with holding onto someone you knew was bad for you but not being able to let go, no matter how hard you tried.

But every time you opened your email, you experienced a different juxtaposition. You weren’t sure if you wanted to delete the message after sending your boss a different reply – one that could best be summarized as “ha, just kidding, I changed my mind.” Or if you wanted to print and frame the email, the contents of which acted like a hand pulling you out of a certain pair of ocean blue eyes before you drowned completely.

A promotion. One that came with a transfer to a new office. In another state. On the opposite coast.

One that you accepted a month ago, one that you had already prepared for. You had almost finished packing your apartment, you had told your friends, you had told Scotty. You were ready to go. You were certain of it.

Then why did you feel a sense of hesitation every time you saw the email?

The answer was simple: Matt Martin. You were addicted to him – that was the best word for… whatever you two shared.  He didn’t care about you the way you wanted him to. You were hurting yourself by letting him take up a residency in your heart. But you still craved the way he kissed you, the way he fucked you, the way he could make you fall apart, and the way he could put you back together.

The definition of addiction is ‘continuing to participate in behavior despite the negative consequences.’ And that was exactly what you were doing every time you invited Matt back into your bed.

You sigh, taking another swig of your beer, your nails tapping at the edge of your phone as you look over the email for probably the thousandth time tonight. Your eyes dart up, scanning the dive bar, spying your brother over at the dart board with Brock and Bo, glancing over at the table where Emily sat with some of the other WAGs, and looking towards the bar, debating buying another bottle.

You purposely didn’t look toward the pool tables. You knew exactly what you would see. His eyes had been boring into you for the past 15 minutes, you could feel it. The weight of him was hard to ignore; it constantly burdened you. Even when he was miles away, he managed to haunt the city you called home.

That is why this relocation to the City of Angels should be a blessing, like the name implied. An ascent to heaven from the hell you were trapped in. But it seemed the desire for Matt Martin manipulated itself into a sick sort of guilt over leaving him.

The clink of glass against the table pulls you from your reverie, and you look up to see another bottle of beer set in front of you. You follow the hand holding it upwards to Mat Barzal’s gentle hazel eyes.

“I hear you’re leaving us again,” he says, taking a seat next to you at the high-top table.

“Where’d you hear that?”

“Scotty. He mentioned you were moving soon, after the game.”

“In the locker room?” you ask, your heartrate rising. If Marty was there when your departure was revealed, he knew. And he heard it from someone else’s lips, not yours. But if you were being honest…  you weren’t sure if you were ever planning on telling him. Leaving without a word seemed like a valid option.

But the universe might have taken away that choice before you could even decide.

“Yeah, why?” Mat asks, his tone not indicating that he registered your panic. You force yourself to slow the pounding of your heart before answering.

“No reason,” you say with a shrug. “Yeah, I am moving – all the way to Los Angeles. Promotion.”

“Wow, congrats! That’s huge. You’ll miss all of us though,” Mat jokes, playfully jostling you with his elbow and you can’t stop the soft smile that appears on your face.

“More than you know.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, Barzy surveying the room the same way you were earlier – although he didn’t avoid the pool tables. Your fingers move to fiddle with the damp paper label wrapped around the glass bottle before stealing a quick glance over at Mat. You take in the way his hair falls over his forehead and his beautiful hazel eyes that always seemed to sparkle. Eyes that glance over to you and you have to stop the heat rising to your cheeks as you turn away.

What you wouldn’t give to hit the restart button and fall into the arms of a Mathew that actually seemed to care about you.

The thought rushes through you before you could stop it but the echoes linger, forcing you to think. It would have been nice but it was far too late for that now. Wasn't it?

“Hey, Mat,” you gently break the silence, looking back to him. “Can I ask you a – kind of weird – question?”

“Yeah, shoot,” Mat replies, turning his attention and body fully towards you. You chew on the inside of your cheek, trying to figure out the exact way you wanted to word this. You quickly decide to go the simple, straightforward route. He deserved that much from you.

“Was there ever a chance? For us?” you ask. The expressions that pass over his face are indecipherable, a hundred different feelings seeming to breeze through him, before his face settles into a gentle smile.

“I think that’s more of a question for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked you. I mean, I still do,” he starts to explain, those hazel eyes still soft. “But… I knew that something was stopping you from… committing? From being with me, completely.”

Your mouth opens in the start of a reply, even though you didn’t know if the words were going to be a retort or the truth. But before your could utter a syllable, Mat stops you.

“You don’t have to tell me why. It’s none of my business. Because even though I wanted that – a relationship – I wanted to stay your friend more. That’s why I didn’t push. I knew that if you wanted the same, you would tell me.”

There is a small pause as you let Mat’s words sink in. The genuine care and respect thrumming through them settles into your body. But that realization brings a sense of guilt with it; for potentially throwing away something pure for a cheap thrill.

“Is it?” You hear Mat’s voice and the sound causes your head to lift and reconnect with Mat’s eyes. This time, you can read his emotions clearly: nervousness combined with a twinge of hope. “Something you want?”

The question hangs in the air, waiting for you to either grab a hold of it or let it float away.

A part of you wanted to grip it tight and let Mat, as well as your impending move, pull you into the warmth of being loved for who you were, not just how you made someone feel.

But another part was sick of trying to find a home in other people. And that voice eventually won over.  

“Not right now,” you whisper. You worry that your answer got lost in din of the bar but when you see a beautiful yet sad smile tug at Mat’s lips, you know he heard you.

“That’s okay,” he replies and you know he isn’t lying. That wasn’t who he was. “You still have my number?”

“With all the stupid emojis you put next to your name,” you laugh.

“Good,” Mat says, sharing your laughter. “If you ever need a friend while you’re living it up in LA, you can always call me.”

“Thanks Mat.”

You open your arms in an silent invitation, one that he accepts by sliding off his seat before enveloping you in a hug. You nestle into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, letting your mind memorize how this feels and fantasize about what could have been before you start to pull away. Mat lets you draw back but holds you in place for a moment – long enough to place a gentle kiss against your cheek – before stepping back. He grabs his drink from the tabletop and is about to walk away but he looks over his shoulder to shoot you one last smile.

“Los Angeles doesn’t know how lucky it is to have you.”

He leaves you with those words and you don’t know if the pain in your chest is the sensation of your heart breaking or stitching itself back together.

You sigh, looking at the time on your phone. It was late enough that you could pull an Irish goodbye, simply text Scotty and Emily when you’re in the Uber, and get some rest. After taking the final swig of your beer, you slip from the high-top and make your way towards the bathroom before departing.

You’re still shaking the water off of your hands as you exit, trying to get them as dry as possible, that you don’t notice someone waiting outside until you practically run into them. The apology is poised on your lips but it dies as quickly as it appeared when you realize who was in front of you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You leaving?” Matt asks, his voice low and husky and you once again hate the reaction he manages to pull from you with only a few words and a pet-name.

“For the night,” you reply, your own voice hesitant.

“Just for the night? Not for LA?”

You can’t stop the defeated sigh that escapes from your chest. Your suspicions were confirmed: he knew. So much for ghosting him.

“Why do you care?” you question, the quip coming fast. “Gonna ask for trade?”

“Well, I know how much you like it when I wear black. Almost as much as you like it when I wear nothing,” he replies, taking a step towards you and crowding you back into the wall. Your heart skips a beat when he dips his head down towards you, his breath ghosting over your cheek. “But that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

“You in a Kings jersey or you naked?”

You didn’t know why you were even entertaining this conversation but when that dangerous smirk appears on Matt’s face and that familiar scorching heat floods your body, you realize exactly why you were letting this continue for longer than it ever should.

Addiction was never logical.

“If you want me in your bed, darling, all you have to do is ask.”

The offer was tempting – you would be a fool to deny it. So tempting that you almost take him up on it. The familiar plea is creeping its way up your throat and is about to pry itself free from your lips. Until you hear a raucous laugh echo down the secluded hallway.

Barzy.

The sound of that laughter pulls you out of the haze that you always found yourself floating through when Matt Martin was around; a haze that had become suffocating. It reminded you of someone that saw you as something more than casual. It reminded you that there was something better. Better than this. Better than Matt.

“No. I’m good.”

Your words seem to hit Matt like a splash of ice-cold water, his expression transforming from that cool confidence to utter confusion. You try not to get high off the feeling of the energy shifting in your favor.

“Why? Do you not have enough time tonight? We can be quick. I know that you aren’t opposed to bar bathrooms,” Matt says, his words almost sounding desperate. Desperate to have you or desperate to take back control, you weren’t entirely sure. But you didn’t want to fall into the potential false hope. That was how you got yourself into this situation in the first place.

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t want to,” you explain with a laissez faire shrug, before turning away from him. You take a few steps, preparing to leave but you are halted by Matt’s strong hand gripping your wrist.

“Before you leave New York then.”

It isn’t a question. He is certain that you would invite him back to your bed before you left for LA. And he had every right to be. All the evidence pointed to that being the inevitable conclusion.

And you would. Or at least, you would have. Now…

“We’ll see,” you say, gently shaking free of his grasp before leaving the bar completely. And later, while you’re lying underneath your bedsheets, cardboard boxes surrounding you and the sounds of the city you used to love filtering in through your windows, you finally decide.

You’re going to leave Matt Martin behind. Not just in a hallway in that random Long Island bar. You were going to leave him completely.

You were done with Matt Martin.

This time you meant it.

tagging the babes: @texanstarslove @comphy-and-cozy @smileysvech @laurenairay @dissonannce @barzysunflower @cellythefloshie @m00nlightdelights @tkachvkmatthew

[howlsofbloodhounds]

color and saejun frienship? sign me up! but may i also raise you... color and pilsu friendship? killer would be hard-pressed trying to get close to a papyrus, i think. and also color having a relationship with a papyrus might help him work through all that brotherly instincts that he has for his own brother.

yeah, i agree that color would have to put his foot down at killer's overprotective antics somehow. i'm not sure how he would deal with having to exert control over killer or hurt him to make him listen. he's not a pushover pacifist by any means, but he definitely would feel discomfited being in the "boss" role that killer is looking for. and i suspect even if color tells killer not to go with him to see other people, killer will just conveniently ignore it and stalk him from afar, because he has nothing else to do.

~ crowshipping anon

Jesus Christ get a life Killer please 🙏 (i say as if he’s not actively sabotaging his current life)

And a Color and Pilsu friendship would be very healing for Color, i think. And it makes me wonder if Killer would notice how much time Color is spending around a Papyrus, and if he’d start thinking that Color is purposefully taking advantage of his weaknesses. Like, would he think that Color is using a Papyrus as a shield against him?

Or would he assume that, like, Saejun is the reason for it—especially if he has at least briefly interacted with Saejun and Saejun—real or imagined—seemed to not like or disapprove of Killer and/or his relationship with Color. Or perhaps he thinks Saejun led Color to that line of thinking, and this why they both have to stay away from other people.

Wonder how he’d react to something like that—depending on the conclusion he comes to. Lash out at Saejun? Attempt to insert himself in Color’s friendships yet again? I can’t see him lashing out at Color for any emotional reasons (not while in Stage 2), not unless he’s purposely trying to test or provoke a certain reaction from Color, but maybe he assumes this is a way to punish Killer? By using his avoidance tendencies of his past and anything or anyone surrounding it against him?

After a period of being separated thanks to the Epic Sanses and Cross, I doubt Killer would be too willing to act out too much too fast—in case it drives Color away. If Color snuck away before and came to see Killer of his own will, Killer may want to test how far that can go, however.

So perhaps he’d create situations where Color either wants to or has to (perhaps Stage 1’s suicidal tendencies or Killer’s overall self harming can be used a tool for control?) spend more time with him over Saejun or Pilsu. Perhaps by acting more sweet and pleased and content than he actually is? Would be interesting.

[solarflaresdaddyissues]

December 19, 2024 00:50

Ignoring the fact that I turned this part like I’m starting a page in my journal diary, anyone else really pissed about Moon in today’s (well, I suppose yesterday’s at this time) episode?

It might just be me being an older brother myself and instinctually feeling a need to protect certain people in any way, but what Moon said to Solar during their conversation souls not have been okay for Solar. I’m okay that he isn’t mad about it, it’s his choice, I won’t force him to be mad at Moon for being rude, but like…??

“At the end of the day, I am still an Eclipse.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not an Eclipse, you’re a part of this family. And you just saying you’re an Eclipse infuriates me.” Baby, repeat that for me real quick? What?

Not only was that completely uncalled for, Moon, but that was incredibly rude?? What if Solar was still going by Eclipse, would you not want him in the family? I now you don’t like Eclipse, but come on, man, pull it together.

Also, saying that “infuriates” you? If it does make you mad, that’s okay, I’m not telling him to not be mad. He can be mad all he wants. But saying it slightly aggressively? He told Solar never to say that again like it was a threat. And also, are we forgetting about Solar’s track history with Moon’s?

Moon knew Solar before he was Solar, before New Moon, before all that crap. They were borderline friends. There’s no way Moondrop didn’t either meet, see, hear, or hear about Moonfall at some point in time and hear about him and Solar’s relationship.

Moonfall hated Solar with a burning passion even before he accidentally killed Sun. He was rude, he was aggressive, he took Solar’s body and gave him some broken spare to fix up as a new one, he chased Solar OUT OF HIS HOME DIMENSION and threatened to KILL HIM if he came back, then proceeded to try and draw Solar back to that dimension either in peace or PIECES. He wanted to KILL Solar. It was implied heavily that Moonfall was actively HURTING HIM while he lived there. Did no one hear how nervous Solar sounded when Lunar first met him and they heard Moonfall.

And suddenly saying something like simply calling yourself something that was your actually name at a time “infuriates” you must have reminded him a lot of Moonfall, especially with the toning.

Solar’s only other experience with Moons was Nexus, who he was friends with for a long time, but also got aggressive with him (think when Earth went missing after Bloodmoon “killed” her and other times) and then actually turned into “Nexus” instead of “New Moon”, when he threatened him, degraded him, insulted him, threatened to kill him, tried to kill him, and more. Solar does not have a good model on Moon’s as a whole and it’s clear why. This is a rare moment when I’ll believe Dark Sun and Eclipse, at least slightly.

Not all Moons are the same, in my opinion. There’s infinite dimensions, they can’t all act the same. But that’s the base personality for Moons. The majority. Moondrop, Moonfall, Homicide Code Moon, Ruin’s Moon, Eclipsed Moon, swap Moon, Nexus, probably Dark Sun’s Moon even! The only reason that Moonlight seems to act different is because he’s a clashing together of all sorts of different versions of Moon’s. And some of those dimensions were probably complete opposites, which would have cancelled each other out, so we’re left with the scraps of what should make a Moon. That’s what makes Moonlight different than an average Moon.

Eclipse’s naturally seem to have a draw to Suns anyways. Some coincidental, some purposeful, some actually close to their Suns, any way, they’re closer to Suns. Not personality wise, obviously. Or intelligence. But minor ways.

Solar didn’t want to stick around for Sun and Moon’s conversation, but was willing to stick around for Sun.

Eclipse V4 hates Sun and avoids him, but still knows what Sun likes to watch (confirmed in the TADC ep4 reaction) and asked him of all people to help him push the button to bring Solar back.

Eclipse V3 seemed more anxious like Sun and even talked better with him than Moon, despite avoiding Sun mostly for trying to figure out his creator.

Lord Eclipse kept his Sun, and only his Sun (besides his Monty) around as his servant for all eternity, the only person that Lord Eclipse kept around.

Instead of going around to Moons or other Eclipses who might now how to get the information he needed, he went to Dark Sun and from then had some chip implanted in him. He still has that by the way, it’s just dormant, someone should get that before it becomes a problem again.

Eclipses have a natural pull towards Suns and have a decent reason for hating Moons.

Anyways, back to my original point, I don’t blame Moon and he’s reasonable, but I’m slightly mad at him. Solar deserves an apology.

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The Amazing Digital Circus severance AU: Meet the outies!

I had more ideas for this and decided that the best way to explore it is with the main cast's other identities!

In the digital adventure work unit, six people work as guides. Each person has their own reason for getting severed.

Agatha (Ragatha) is a mother of five who loves her kids more than anything. She used to be a stay at home mother until an accident put her husband out of work. Now she must provide the money for her family, but how can she balance her work and family life? With severance of course! Now she no longer has to worry about bringing the stress of work back home, giving her all her time to focus on her family. One must wonder where Ragatha's motherly traits come from?

Grace (Gangle) comes from a wealthy family that actually invested in the severance technology for C&A. Grace was force to undergo severance to convince the circus that it was safe. Grace would rather draw pictures and watch anime, but she couldn't say no to her family, so Gangle was born. They say it's fine, but every time she goes to work, she comes out feeling miserable. Could it be a mean co-worker? Regardless, Grace is doomed to be pushed around.

Ray (Kinger) is a kind but odd outcast, who deep down just wants some buddies. Being aware that severance makes you forget your time at work, he nonetheless undergoes it for the potential commodore. And who knows? If he thinks really hard, maybe he will remember something. During the operation, something goes wrong and the chip gets broken. Now Kinger can't remember anything in the digital circus either. Though maybe it's because his memories are mixing...

Jack (Jax) is a complex mix of envy, sadism and hedonist. Jack never cared about having a real job, he just wants to cause problems and have fun doing it. That changes when his sister does something that impresses the whole family. Her making something of herself causes the family to lose faith in Jack. He never had their approval before, but now that they're actively ignoring him, he's a little hurt. After a long time searching, he discovers a job that pays a lot, requires no effort and lets him have fun at other people expense: The digital Circus. Maybe with a steady job, things can go back to the way they were before.

Ash (Zooble) wants to be left alone for the most part. They took the job so that they don't have to remember any people. They wouldn't have even gotten a job if it wasn't so expensive to be alive. Though maybe underneath the cynicism is a person who's unsure about their purpose in life. Maybe they try not to care because caring only hurts you worse in the long run. Though whatever the reason may be, they aren't gonna open up about it anytime soon.

Polly (Pomni) was an accountant caught in a massive layoff at her company. Desperate to find another high paying job, she comes across the Digital Circus thinking that her livelihood was saved. Though the more time she spends working, the more she thinks something is wrong, like her other self doesn't want to be there. She wants to ignore it but she finds herself growing more and more curious. What is the circus like? What is her innie like? She might just have to find that out...

What do y'all think? I certainly had fun writing this! Let me know if y'all want more and I'll come up with something else!