#but they are just facets of himself soooo

[movedtodykedvonte]

Spamton summoning a bunch of minitons cause he’s tired of being alone in the dump despite them just being manifestations of himself. He uses them as one sided conversation things until they start finding ways to respond back and he actually starts enjoying their company. They actually do things outside of work like cards or simply just talking and for once in a long time he feels normal and seen and like he has friends again. Of course as the day winds down he has to replenish his magic and rest so he falls asleep in his dumpster with his mini mes, excited for the next day.

Then he wakes up and they have naturally dispelled cause no magic has permeant staying power and of course he forgets and in a panic believes they abandoned him like everyone else and concludes that not even he want’s to be around himself.

[scatterpatter]

I HAVEN'T DRAWN MY LIL EDGY BOY IN SO LONG... I MISSED HIM...

alt version with less effects under the cut!

[daenystheedreamer]

faith dashboard simulator

💙 maidenlover Follow

its actually so faithphobic that so called "friends of rhaena" have appropriated maiden devotion... it sexualises a very personal relationship with a real facet of the seven that many of us have ACTUALLY DEVOTED OUR LIVES TO

⚢ rhaelissatruther

girl you forgot to private your likes you're one of us

💎 mothermaidenhoe

🕯️traedwyfe Follow

🎶 red orange yellow green blue indigo purples in the sky

summer's in the air and baby, seven heavens' in your eyes 🎶

#the rainbow faith #rainbow not rhaena #laena of dell rae AKA the lady bard #dollaette #coqaette #faithofthesevenedit #please i'm a star #septa urge #lady manipulator #light acaedaemia

⚔️ knightofthefaith

FUCK they're sending me to be the septon of the night's watch... girl you know what they do to sexy slender wide eyed septons like myself!!!

#PRAYING theyre sexy murderers not uggo ones... manifesting

⭐️ brideofhugor Follow

No. You know what? F*** Y'ALL.

As many of you know I have recently been assigned to a certain castle in the stormlands and have been aiding the maester in reorganising the large library.

I just found several illuminated manuscript of an er*tic nature detailing s*xual acts of septas and septons. Including one of Hugor (blessed he be) Himself.

I don't expect much of you SINNERS (we all know of the recent poll circulating...) but sexualising those who devote themselves to loving only the gods... and crucially making the choice to remain celibate in this mission... the audacity. Enjoy the Seven Hells!

🫦 swordinyourstar

im gonna go to a septry fuck all those bald brothers so hard the hair in their tonsures grow back cos my seed is THAT strong

#why are they called holy brothers if im not supposed to fuck their holes

🔘 old-friends-senior-seven-septry-deactivated-101AC

I just want to get dicked down again =/

🌠 faith-struggle-posts

official faith struggle post

🌟 starrysepta

i do finally feel at home finally out of my noviciate and as a full septa of the faith but they do NAWT tell you how catty your sisters will be... they sent me to a motherhouse in the WESTERLANDS just outside of lannisport 💀 if another one of these fake bitches tries currying favour with house lannister im gonna get myself sent to the silent sisters.

🌟 starrysepta

beheading myself omg another suspiciously blonde-haired green-eyed hill surname haver has joined the noviciate please mother above get me reassigned to the vale id rather risk getting stolen by a mountain clansmen over having to deal with this whore

#girl he's not gonna legitimise you #and she's having an affair with the laybrother too but like whatever im not a lickspittle

🪽 rivermaiden

the mother of my motherhouse 100% got dicked by our local lord back in the day maybe now too and its ruining my life. she keeps speaking in metaphors about the warrior entering the maiden and its making everyone soooo uncomfortable. AND he's the lord of a certain castle in the riverlands stars with h ends in arrenhal and i swear he's bringing the fucking demons into our sept everytime he visits

#cryyyyingggg i survived the riverlands for one-and-twenty years only to die of blood curse cos knights love chasing septa pusswah omg cant have shit in the riverlands

🌈 septa-septon-suggestions Follow

forever hoping that the light of the seven will one day shine over all westeros ✨

🍁 hearttreehugger Follow

don't go near any weirwoods bitch im watching you 👁️

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Like gravity." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

@fluffy-dixon: Okay, so this is my request. Maybe prison era? Daryl and OC became quite close during their time at the Quary as she was one of the only people (obvs minus Carol) that checked in on him, spoke to him, spent time with him etc and actually cared about him. She was a bit of an outcast as well. But when they get to the prison they have a little bit more time to settle down and actually become a thing, daryl is utterly in love with her but is too afraid to say but he takes her out hunting and while they're hunting he comes accross some rabbits that he wants to kill for food but she won't let him because she used to keep rabbits herself and the thought of it broke her heart but he let's it slip that he loves her because he says something along the lines of, 'god damnit woman, if I didn't love you so much they'd be cooking in a stew' or something like that. Take of it as you will but yeah ❤️

Hi, love! You are my first request and it was soooo sweet I loved writing it! I really, really hope this comes a little closer to what you had in mind. If not, I'm sorry :c But thank you so much♥

A/N: I laughed a little writing Merle even though he's also an idiot haha ​​but spoiler alert: Merle telling Daryl that he should marry you or fuck you or both made me laugh. I borrowed a scene from Carol and Daryl too hehe. Hope you like this!

When a woman is in love, you can see it in her smile. When a man is in love, you can see in his eyes.

Daryl’s eyes, they spoke so loudly the words he was so afraid to say. But now, they couldn't hide that sparkle of hope every time he saw you. If you could ask him when he started looking at you differently, he would tell you it was the first time you sat down next to the bonfire he and his brother made, too overwhelmed to be around so many people in the camp outside the city.

It happened the moment it started raining pretty heavily, when Merle began to curse the sky before locking himself in his tent. That was the first time Daryl heard your laugh since he met you: a sweet, innocent sound full of colors in that grey world. For a minute, you were too immersed in your own happiness, looking up at the night sky, a hand outstretched to feel the raindrops. But the moment you looked back at him, he shifted his gaze to the arrow he was carving with his knife, because the way you looked at him was almost overwhelming for Daryl, so deep as that color of your gaze.

You were a sweet thing to look at, but the more you talked with each other, the more he saw different facets of you.

The first time you actually talked, you told him to fuck off, and Daryl could say that was one of his favorite moments with you. It happened when he went back from hunting, with some squirrels in his bag, and he saw you a little bit far from the main group, pulling a pack of cigarettes from your black jeans.

You didn’t notice that he was looking at you, with a confused expression but with a deep gaze, as if you were the most difficult puzzle to put together. Daryl never liked riddles, those mind games, and you looked exactly like them, too difficult to understand at first glance.

“Care to share?” Daryl asked you when he stopped next to you, so you gave the package to him. “I’m Daryl, by the way.”

“(Y/N).” You said, simply.

Daryl couldn’t help but snort as he lit a cigarette, because it was his nature to repel anything that seemed soft, tender, weak in his eyes, almost like your name.

“That’s a princess name, y'know?”

However, to his own surprise, you chuckled.

“Fuck you, Daryl. I didn’t ask for your opinion on my name.”

But your voice full of boldness telling him fuck you made him chuckle too: a low, masculine sound, but transparent as Daryl pushed the smoke away before looking at you.

“What's on the menu tonight?” He asked, nodding towards the group.

You took the cigarette from your lips, pushing the smoke out before talking.

“Canned beans, just like yesterday and probably tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.”

For a moment, as you looked straight ahead, analyzing always the situation you were in, Daryl watched you sideways, taking in everything: at first sight, there was this fierceness in your gaze but that seemed to be compassionate too, with a free attitude but that seemed to analyze everything. You seemed to be a rebellious soul, almost as lost as he was.

“Have ya ever tried squirrels?” Daryl asked softly, kind of awkward. You looked at him, shaking your head. “I'm cookin’ ‘em if ya want to join us.”

He started walking towards his own camp when you talked again.

“You don’t hunt rabbits, do you?”

Daryl turned around, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why?”

It was stupid, you knew, so you just shook your head.

“It's nothing. I think I'll accept your invitation, so thank you.”

Too confused, Daryl nodded before walking again, so he missed the way you looked at him this time. You could notice the beautiful color of his eyes behind that mocking, condescending expression on his almost stupid but very attractive face. A few strands of his hair, dark blonde or almost brown, fell over his forehead, framing that deep but accusatory look he had for everybody. His shoulders were broad, and although he didn’t look like a person who flaunted himself, his sleeveless shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination when you could see the muscles in his arms.

It was the end of the world, the beginning of a new one, but that didn't mean you had gone blind.

However, the next thing that happened with Merle, must have given Daryl some clue as to the feelings he would develop for you in the future, because the moment you reached his camp that night, Merle was alone.

“Well, well, ain’t ya a beauty?” Merle smiled and looked at you up and down, practically eating you up with his eyes. “Ma baby brother said he invited ya, but I didn’t think ya would come to him, not when I am the good-lookin’ one.” He came closer, slowly and dangerously. “Ya got a name, darlin’?”

“(Y/N).” The women and men in the camp warned you about Merle Dixon, but you managed to smile at him, playing with fire even when you knew you could get hurt. “Don’t tell this to Daryl but you are the good-looking one.”

He smiled, he couldn’t just help it, wildly like a predator when the animal knew in its gills that it was about to capture the prey.

“Ya really look like a refined woman, darlin’, If I feed you squirrels too, would ya moan ma name at the end of the night? I promise I will make you beg for more.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him, but before you could answer back, Daryl walked back from the woods.

“Merle, for once in yer life, shut the fuck up.”

However, Merle found that even extra funny, and he kept walking towards you. But you knew well that the first to look away in the staring game loses, so you, without any fear in your eyes, waited until Merle was close enough, and at that moment, you caught the handle of the gun that was hidden at the back of your waist, under your black cardigan, and then, your pressed it to Daryl’s asshole brother’s chin.

Merle held his breath, unlike his baby brother who found the situation strangely attractive, and kind of hot too.

“I’m begging you now, Merle, please repeat everything you just said. I promise you that before you finish saying the last word, you will run out of a mouth and jaw to say it.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat, because he was an idiot, yes, but even Merle Dixon knew when to back off at the threat of a bullet, which came from a person who really seemed determined to do it.

“I was just kiddin’ with ya, sweetheart.” He tried to laugh, but his smile trembled at the cold of the gun. “Ya wouldn’t do that to your new friend Merle.”

You chuckled, pulling away the gun.

“I am normally a sweetheart, Merle, but I am also the person capable of sinking the fucking ship with myself inside just so that no one is saved. You know what I mean by that?”

He nodded, clearing his throat so his words wouldn’t break off mid-sentence.

“Guess ya are ma brother’s new friend?”

You looked back at Daryl, who was looking at you with a frown (something normal now for you), but also with an amused expression.

Then, you looked back at Merle.

“Something like that.”

“Well… welcome to our lovely home, darlin’!” Merle smiled, after taking a silent deep breath of relief, and then, he looked at his brother. “You got to fuck or marry this woman, baby brother, or both. Condoms are on my tent!”

He laughed walking to the woods, and that was disgusting and it made you wonder, where the hell did you got yourself into?

But things from there, were like a roller-coaster going only up. You and Daryl were like an unlikely duo, but maybe that was why you both looked good together. Despite the danger, you two found a new world in which you wanted to continue living, delving into the unknown that was falling in love.

The moment the family you made reached the prison, that gave you two a safe place to, start a thing, you could say.

During one of the first months and when your sleeping world turned red like bright blood, you came out to see the stars from the front of the prison. So you sat there, in an old desk, with your legs falling from the edge and a dead feeling in the depths of your soul.

From afar, Daryl watched you with a cigarette in between his lips. By that moment, Daryl already knew what name to give to his feelings for you, but although he was an excellent hunter, he was also too shy to accept that revelation. However, it was the way your eyes used to look at everything that caught him from the beginning: always with attention, always thinking what was best for your safety and what would keep you alive. But also the way your gaze seemed to rest from that life, from pain and fear, and then all that force disappeared when you used to look for something better, something meaningful.

Like gravity, you became the person who kept him standing on the ground.

Daryl blew out the smoke from his cigarette, watching you as he walked towards you. What you were caught him in a way that should never have happened. But your strongest side and your weakest one, the good and the bad that could be in you: he found himself looking in your direction all the time since he met you, always aware of where you were inside and outside the prison, always stuck to you like a lost puppy as Carol used to say.

“Hey…” He said softly, in a deep, hoarse voice as he sat next to you. “Shouldn’t ya be sleepin’?”

You smiled gently at him, enough to brighten your eyes.

“Shouldn’t you?”

And there it was, the way you sounded like a worried girlfriend. Fuck, Daryl loved that, Daryl loved you. But there he was: feeling too much for you, or maybe feeling too little for a life that deserved to be lived to the end.

“I don’t sleep.”

You looked at him with a curiosity expression.

“You dream too much?” You asked. Daryl frowned at you, not because he was upset, but confused that you knew exactly the reason behind his sleepless nights. “When I was a baby and I couldn’t sleep, my mom used to caress my hair so softly that I felt sleepy quickly. Do you want me to do that to you?”

You were joking, kind of, but you knew your words would only make him shy as he snorted.

“I ain’t a fuckin’ baby.”

You chuckled.

“Fuck you, Dixon. I was just trying to be nice.”

However, Daryl looked at you with a frown, and an almost exasperated expression.

“Woman, almost every day ya curse at me. I don’t know how I let ya kiss me with that mouth.”

His words made you laugh, and Daryl would be lying if he said that wasn't his favorite sound in the whole world.

“I do that because you deserve it.” You chuckled, taking the cigarette from his fingers to take a blow, looking at the stars as an idea came to your mind. “Now that we are awake, you wanna screw around while everyone is asleep?”

You tried to hold back your laughter as he looked back at you, thanking the night that you didn't see his ears starting to turn red at your bluntness. 

“Ya could ask me nicely. Y’know?” 

You rolled your eyes as you jumped out of the desk, walking back to the door.

“Fine. If you are not in the mood, I will go back to sleep. Goodnight.”

The painful truth revealed in front of Daryl’s eyes, and it was more frightening than being near death, but more exciting than… Daryl couldn’t compare that feeling with anything else, because he never loved anyone until you came along.

But as Daryl walked towards you, he couldn’t say it, not yet.

“Fuck, wait. I didn’t say I don’t want to do it.”

But what a great feeling that pressure on his chest was. It was sweet and kind of terrifying at the same time, so real and unreal at the same time. It was like a dream where he could feel everything, but wanting to stay in that place if it meant living there with you.

The next day, after everyone received their assignments, Daryl took you hunting with him: that was his silent way of saying he wanted to be alone with you. He was always a quiet person, but while been there with you, Daryl asked you question after question because he wanted to hear long answers, to know more and more about you.

“Ya got a favorite color?” He asked, walking side to side with you, attentive to your words but also to everything around, crossbow in hand to catch the day's food.

“Well…” You bit your lips as you chuckled. You never had a favorite color before, but the night he invited you to eat with him, it seemed like that blank space was always reserved for the color of his eyes. “Blue, I guess. You?”

Strangely, Daryl wanted to say the same thing about your eyes, but when a sound in the bushes caught his attention, he asked you to be quiet as he walked in front of you. His steps were light, but you stayed close to him the moment Daryl pushed the branches aside.

Two little white rabbits froze there, too terrified to move.

“I got us the food.” He said, raising his crossbow.

It took you a single second, and you knew it was wrong, but sometimes feelings were stronger than good judgment.

“No, wait!” You stopped him before he shot them, making him turn to you. “Please, don’t. Just, fuck…” You cursed under your breath, feeling like a little girl again. “The night you invited me to eat those squirrels, I asked you if you hunted rabbits, remember?” He nodded. “I didn’t say this before but before my mom died, she gave me a rabbit that I raised as my son for many years.” You shook your head, feeling a little silly. “Please, don’t kill them. I’m begging you.”

Daryl could see the prayer in your gaze, in those shy eyes that most of the time used to be full of life, always glowing when you used to say things just to make him nervous. So finally, Daryl lowered his crossbow, looking at the rabbits before looking back at you.

“God dammit, woman, if I didn't love ya so much they'd be cookin' in a stew.” He froze for a second, listening clearly to his heartbeat as he walked away, but Daryl had to clear his throat so his next words wouldn’t break off mid-sentence. “Let's go over there and see if we can get some squirrels instead.”

You smiled to yourself as you started following him.

You knew well you could die tomorrow, or the day after that, and although you were afraid your dead could be painful, it could be quick too and then you would die in the middle of a breath, with an incomplete phrase that you will never be able to finish. And you didn’t want that, you wanted to be honest with yourself, you wanted to say what was in my mind and not let your thoughts die If something happened to you at any time.

You wanted to say I love you too aloud. And that night, as you stroked his hair, again, (because he secretly loved it just like he loved you) you said those words to him.

[artdcnaldson]

PAT GIVING ART A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg elaborate need ur thoughts………

-🩰

Patrick's first BLOWJOB 💜 (giving ofc <3)

He's just curious! Maybe they're both high or crossed after a party with Art's Stanford tennis friends, and Patrick just wants to know what it's like!! He fucks girls' faces all the time, he's just curious what it's like. Maybe he just doesn't phrase it correctly.

"Can I see what your dick tastes like?"

Art narrows his eyes, which is a feat considering they're already half-lidded. "Dude, what?"

But Patrick's a convincing guy (not that either of them needs any convincing, really. The thought has lived in both of their heads for a long time), and their inhibitions are already lowered soooo far that it's not long before Patrick's on his knees between Art's thighs, watching as Art tries to stroke himself to full-hardness.

"How are you gonna— ngh— know what to do?" Art pants, teasing over the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, digging into the slit just the way he likes.

"I'll just copy what girls do," he says. "How hard can it be?"

It's mostly intuitive— Patrick finds, and he can't really find an easy way to describe the taste of cock on his tongue. He likes it, though. The weight and heat of it.

When they were younger, he and Art would compare dick sizes. Soft, then hard, 'cause that's what really counts. They'd frantically jerked off, then lined them up side by side.

"So close, champ," Patrick had teased when he beat him in length. Not that Art had anything to be embarrassed about, but winning was always a rush, in every facet of life.

Now though, with Art's dick in his mouth, his jaw aches a little, and there's so much spit pooling at the corners of his mouth that it's messy.

"Am I doing okay? Is it too messy?" Patrick asks, his voice a little hoarse.

Art nods, flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his nose to the tips of his ears. Flushed even through his cock. "No, you're... it's good, just... maybe you can take it deeper," he pants.

Patrick nods, spitting onto Art's dick. It twitches. He watches as precum beads at the tip and spills down the side, following the vein down the side.

Art whines when Patrick takes him back into his mouth, when his cock presses against the back of his throat and the brunet gags pathetically around it. The drool pooling at the base of Art's cock is thick, stringy, dripping down Art's balls messily.

He has to remind himself to breathe through his nose— to not suffocate around Art's dick, not that it would be too bad of a way to go.

He falls into a rhythm, sucking Art's cock deeper, bobbing his head up and down and relishing in the sound of Art coming apart just above him. Lithe fingers tangle at the back of his head, not pushing, just guiding how he wants. He wonders if the girls who've sucked him off felt comforted by it the way he does.

There's just so much he wants to do. He's not sure if it's because of that innate curiosity, or if it's about Art. Except it is about Art. Everything is, usually. He tries to use a little tongue, to lave over the underside of his cock as he goes deeper. He takes him as deep as he can, which, admittedly, isn't impressive, but is rewarded by the prettiest noise from Art's mouth.

"F— fuck, Pat—" Art slaps at his shoulders frantically. "C'mon, up— fuck— up... Gonna c— shit—"

Art had always cum a lot. Every time they jerked off together, he saw that. But in Patrick's mouth, it was a lot. He feels Art's hot spend paint his tongue and tries to swallow as much as he can. Part of the experiment, part of knowing what it's like. It tastes different than his own cum, not as salty, which is... well, it's something.

Art pants, collapsed back onto the bed with an arm slung over his face. Patrick releases Art's softening cock with a pop.

They both feel a lot more sober now.

[ritualcaster]

Objectified hot takes because this community needs a bit of spice

(being problematic doesn't count as spice)

Wagyu is a bad person with too much respect for himself and not enough for others

Citrus seems so charming because he is a psychopath. (His anxiety, paranoia, outbursts, and extreme decision-making serve my point)

I hated wagyus old gang. I enjoyed knowing there were no survivors.

Fossil is incredibly immature, especially for her age. Serious notes of autism, but she still needs to learn how to communicate.

Mushroom and Dynamite had more options than canniblism, they were just too afraid to use them.

Mushroom was right to be angry about the kiss, but again, communication. Please. Even from an outside perspective I was confused about what she wanted with Dynamite.

Brandy is a better person than Minty, but a worse parent.

Spool is stupidly shallow, he needs a character workshop or 3. No backstory, no job, and no real notable character traits other than being a bit snarky. It's hard to believe he's from the same series as all these other dynamic complex multi-faceted characters. He's incredibly out of place. It's a bit early to tell, but even still.

Theres a signifigant lack of official charts. Give me stat hexagons, give me bars, give me graphs. I want to know the barometric pressure at the beggining and end of every chapter. Specific information is easier to think and talk about than just the lists and mild suggestions we have now. (Again, early to tell.)

The merch out right now is great and I've bought lots, but I wish it was more symbols and less characters. And there are soooo many good symbols too use. Just scroll through the website and make every icon a keychain I beg.

I'm sick of all the side character stuff. Post about somebody who has lines. I've seen three seperate character pages for the streetlamp guy. Pre-pale horse wagyu gang content was really annoying. Nobody could decide on their personalities because their personalities were never even written in.

I laughed at freezer-burn wagyu. The scene was hilarious. I do not understand how people found it scary.

[lightningant]

I've never seen characterizations of Tom and Harry the way yours is. I love how neurotic and messed up they both are -- they're *SO CUTE* too. <3 <3 <3

Tom is just so exhausted and cynical and Harry is a manic catastrophe with sooo many crossed wires and they're HILARIOUS. XD

And just so well written, I cannot tell you how distracted I was for at least a week after I read what you had for your fic -- I truly, truly admire your narration and dialogue and characterizations (I already said that but PLEASE I LOVE THEM SO **BAD** >O< ) Soooo funny and well made.

They're realistic! Tom and Harry are so messy and also normal people at the end of the day who make mistakes and aren't super cool all the time (really, they're utter dorks, and you TOTALLY show thatt) but also they're competent and scary and stubborn and you just have suchh a nice blend of their facets and I JUST....aghhh, I love itt.

Also I ADORE your designs -- I love how Tom is so sickly and neat (you said it best "Victorian child with tuberculosis" LMAO), and Harry is so IDK, he's just a Guy but in the most wonderful way -- I'm not actually good with words :,))))

I just love your art style in general, it's like, realistic yknow. You don't get rid of normal people "imperfections", they're a part of the design or enhance them -- I don't think the word imperfections is right, I just mean like, you don't exclude non-conventionally attractive aspects of bodies or facial expressions??? Idk, I'm trying here, I really am. Just, just, just I like it a lot and I wanna be like that toooooo >.<

IIIIIIII dunno if I have accurately gotten anything across or even given an actual good compliment in this entire thing but anyways you're very cool and awesome and also PLEASE forget that I said they were Babygirl I've never used that word before in my LIFEE and don't know if that was right at all -- if it was nevermind I meant it all and am so cool -- ANYWAYS bye :,)

I don't think I've succeeded in lessening my embarrassment but uhhhhh, I hope I've at least articulated myself better :,)))

Askbomb swag. Thank you, this message was so sweet :) I shall try to match energies.

One of the things I love most is that the kind of person who puts up pretensions is, innately, trying to hide something about themselves they find sub-par. Tom isn't just a scary and incredibly powerful domineering sigma male who is a master manipulator, he is a person who is actively attempting to turn himself into that man, and in my fic he is still a teenager and still tripping his way through that mental image he has of himself. The two worst ages to ever be are 15 and 20; fifteen, when you are ready to shed childhood but don't know what maturity looks like just yet, and 20, when you are ready to become your own person and achieve adulthood, picking your way across existence-defining beliefs. And his only friend for the past like, 7 months? has been his 16-year-old self who has the single-minded objective of looking cool and mature to his adult self. A hell of his own making.

Harry is also 20. He is one of those 'unusually mature for his age' kids and he has an inflated sense of his own righteousness and capability, despite being the actual one with the emotional range of a teaspoon (he just knows to keep it himself). There is no way Harry would detect he is having a manic fit, especially if he is having one that is triggered by his arrested feelings on Sirius. It's incredibly fun writing him perform this extremely risky and reality-altering plan and his plan was "idk, kill him?" and picking shit up off the ground whenever he sees it, the DADA position included. our hero.

Beautiful tragic terminally ill gothic prince / fit jock is really a match made in heaven aesthetically. Cannot get enough of it

Thank you for art compliment too ^_^ I used to lean more to anime fandoms so Harry Potter really let me stretch my legs on more 'normal people' facial features like big noses and soft chins and I'm glad it's clear how much fun I'm having doing that. Yay! Though one of the compliments I've always gotten that I've always been proud of is how distinct the way I draw expressions is.

No no...you're right. Tom is absolutely a babygirl. And Harry...well he was certainly Ginny's babygirl, and I'm sure a part of him is really itching to have someone put their hand on the small of his back 😔

[obsidianpen]

hello, pen!

so i finally bit the bullet and read hauntingly and let me just say…. it left me damaged and depressed in the best way possible. and what i mean by this is that, well, sometimes i can’t really see a redemption for voldemort as truly achievable or believable. not to say that i don’t think it can happen, but it’s… an extremely ambitious goal to set for oneself. i guess voldemort would truly have to mean it and be committed heart and soul — hehe see what i did there — to trying to better himself as a person. and while that is also achievable — i think that’s what you were aiming for in this fic, right? — there’s always going to be those external influences and unpredictable factors which could so easily sway the progress of said redemption. essentially, what i think he would need is time. so lest he retreats into the siberian wilderness for however long it takes him to reconstruct himself as a person from the inside out, i don’t see a lot of people granting him this favour. of course, this would be the case in a “voldemort is still very much a public, well known figure and a war criminal” scenario. i’m not taking into account him disappearing and then changing identities, staging his own death etc.

just voldemort — somehow realising he loves harry and somehow deciding that that is enough reason to shift his methods and maybe some of his beliefs.

long rant aside though, what i am really curious about is: do you tend to explore multiple versions of voldemort through your fics? i mean, is he virtually the same person, but at different ages?

for example, would you say tom in blood&gold has the same mental constitution and personality as voldemort in hauntingly? do you see them as the same version of voldemort, just tom being younger?

or do you think there’s many many facets to him as a character — and consequently you’re exploring as many versions as possible, building from the handful of traits and beliefs that are detrimental to the very essence of tom riddle?

sorry for the long ask, but literature and character analysis really gets me going🤧

I don’t think of them all as the same person… well I guess I do? I mean, they are and they aren’t, the same way any of us are simultaneously the same people and yet entirely different based on our ages and where we’re at in life. So yes and no. But it’s easy to take Tom/voldemort at any point in his life and write him differently according to how you want your story to go, because we only know so much about him from canon. I think it’s fair to say that a young TR is going to be incredibly different from his 70 something year old counterpart, but if things had gone differently for him, he may have never been that counterpart but something else, soooo that’s more to your second point. Many facets for his character, lots potential. But that could be said for just about anyone, really!

[envy-of-the-apple]

if you have a rules post where this is answered, sorry, i totally could not find one, but.

how do you feel about yandere!reader? you typically write them with a bleeding heart even though they're all very realistic, which is awesome for immersion. but i have kinda a soft spot for reader who gets so sick of everything they start Partaking Of The Insanity sdkhfjgdg

eldritch gojo though... Not Normal Gojo who is 100x more developmentally stunted/twisted than he appears... gojo who sees so much about the world that he legit thinks he's on a higher level of existence, because "in a world where all men are blind, the man with one eye is king".

soooo much of my attraction to gojo at first was wanting to eat that man for breakfast and force him back down to reality. when i saw hidden inventory and learned he LITERALLY GOT MURDERED and that made him MORE FULL OF HIMSELF instead of less,,, god it takes a special kind of crazy to take away what he did from a near death experience. but god do i love him.

ughhh you dont understand i read this amazing fic where gojo was an eldritch horror and it was the best thing i ever read and i wanted to eat it and i now am in love with this interpretation of gojo. eldritch gojo is THE best version of gojo i said what i said.

but there are just so many different facets of gojo and i think thats a huge reason why ppl love him so so much! like ive never read a gojo fic where i feel like hes ooc.

hes just such a mystery, right? i rlly hope gege never confirms gojo's childhood, or his personality, or anything like that because part of gojo's character is that you're never gonna understand him.........ugh he's such a tragedy omgejergjrij-

ngl i HATE yandere!readers with a burning passion. im sorry i just never got it. like irl im obsessed with gojo why would i wanna write about real life????? also, it has a lot to do with the fact that i try to make my reader-inserts as blank and stale as possible. as little as personality, no description of looks, just so more ppl can relate. if i wrote a yandere!reader im gonna have to make them an active character, rather than a passive one and it'll be hard to do that to keep them a blank slate.

[pumpkinmetaphor]

I ran into your "Ouran, performance, audience" post again and it suddenly reminds me of this TikTok miniessay by @eijifan357865 (ourantok's strongest soldier). Link here ≥ ( https://www.tiktok.com/@eijifan357865/video/7406163938892582190 ... it's also pinned on their profile too) I think the way op discuss the theme of performance & Kyoya's actions during the beach episode to be really fascinating, and also a analysis I haven't seen much of before. I would really like your input on the video and if you agree? I do find your own analysis to be also very compelling and I love your ouran fanfiction too btw. hope you're having a happy new year

Happy New Year! Glad you're enjoying the fic! Just watched it! Common W from a fellow KyoKao truther.

I think yes, the essay is spot on. Ouran is about performance and each character is not only putting on a performance for their role in the club but it putting on a performance for themselves and the people around them, and people invariably see through it. Breaking down those walls is a series of plot points. I think the points about Hikaru and Kaoru are correct. Hikaru and Kaoru have literally no boundaries and are traumatised; it's what makes the act so easy for them to do. I think the point about them viewing each other as an extension of themselves is a good one. I'd push it further to say that they don't necessarily feel the *same* way about that?

Hikaru views Kaoru as an extension of himself in the sense of literally an extension of his own ego and persona. To Hikaru initially, Kaoru can't really have any wants or needs or facets to his personality that differ too far from Hikaru's own because they're basically the same. He's unaware when Kaoru is deferring to him. Because of this, he views Kaoru as the one person who can't betray him-- because how can you betray yourself? It's why it's important for Kaoru to, pretty ruthlessly, stab Hikaru in the back in order to knock himself off that pedestal so Hikaru can view him as a different person.

Kaoru meanwhile views *himself* as an extension of *Hikaru*. Hikaru is the correct model, Kaoru is the facsimile. That then naturally plays into how he views himself.

And, yeah, this allows a level of cognitive dissonance when they're doing their host club act. It's just another joke and it doesn't matter because they're basically the same person but also it's funny because they're not so their customers are soooo stupid.

With regards to Kyoya, yes I agree. I'd also push it in a slightly different direction with Haruhi and him in Ep 8. I'll write a full post about this some other time, but Haruhi's gender is also a performance in itself. Haruhi, at various times, benefits or is hindered by the performance of her gender identity. Ep 8. is a good example of that. When the girls are being threatened, Haruhi approaches the boys as a boy. Perceiving her as a boy, the boys respond with physical violence. The assumption of this scene is that if Haruhi was perceived as a girl, the boys would have responded with sexual violence-- given that is the implication of their intentions with the girls Haruhi is defending. Kyoya threatening her later then reflects this. He perceives Haruhi as a girl, and that's part of the point he's making. It's not necessarily all "Haruhi is a girl, therefore she's weak and vulnerable and needs boys to protect her." It's that Haruhi's seemingly unaware of the manner in which her performance as a boy offers social protection because she views her gender as completely irrelevant.

Haruhi's naive reaction to Kyoya's actions in some ways proves his point, but in other ways proves him wrong: Haruhi is savvy enough to judge the situation for what it is, another performance.

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rating changes made in natla: episode 1

I wanna be clear that I overall enjoyed the series. Most things I had problems with were actually pretty minor.

Planning to attack the Earth Kingdom as a distraction from the Air Nomad genocide: kind of cool I guess but still a weird and random way to open a whole ass show with these randos. Maybe a good way to set up the White Lotus I guess. Cool excuse to see Sozin. Reaction: Neutral

Kyoshi narrating the introduction: Cool. Makes sense. We haven’t met Katara yet. Also cool that they didn’t stick to the original opening monologue bc that wouldn’t have fit as well actually. Reaction: Positive

Showing life in the Air Temple before it was attacked. I mean I get it. It shows Aang’s reaction with Gyatso and kind of leads us to understand where he comes from. It makes his loss hurt that much more. Reaction: Positive

Great Comet Festival: Obviously an excuse to get everyone together for the Genocide but cool I guess. Reaction: Neutral

Aang just going away to clear his head instead of running away from being the Avatar: I get it. It’s to make him seem more likable, not irresponsible. I really don’t care either way. Reaction: Neutral.

Showing the Air Nation genocide: It didn’t last too long and it wasn’t as terribly graphic as I thought it could be. It fit in with the tone and narrative. Did it add anything to the point that it seemed necessary? No. Reaction: Neutral.

Katara using the Fire Nation ship as a place to practice her bending? Badass. Reaction: Positive

Showing more of Sokka’s duties/leadership/burden around the SWT village: love it, delicious, I’m obsessed. Also leaning into Hakoda’s absence. Great. Reaction: Positive

Finding Aang for some random reason that isn’t Katara being pissed at Sokka’s sexism: Honestly I wasn’t bothered by this the first time around but now it’s clear to me this is the first in a long line of choices that make Katara’s character more boring and like. peaceful so. Reaction: Negative

Zuko’s fanatical journal and doodle wall: Love it. Super on brand. Reaction: Positive

Aang already having the bison whistle: whatever. Reaction: Neutral

The SWT having a longhouse: It’s a small change but I love how much more developed the set is… Reaction: Positive

Gran Gran doing the opening monologue from the original show: it fit but I’m sorry it was soooo cringe oh my god….. Reaction: Negative

Let me just mention this here but it’s kind of weird that Katara doesn’t mention her mother’s necklace in the whole show when it was so important to the plot of the original show??? Just another facet of her character ignored I guess. Reaction: Negative

The weird claw thing the Firebenders do: it’s ugly lol. Reaction: Negative

Iroh starting real early trying to convince Zuko his dad sucks: their relationship is so much cooler and better in this show and I can’t really explain it. But I like this and it fits. Reaction: Positive

Sokka’s real ass engineering and defensive skills on full display? Huge love. Reaction: Positive

That one boy close in age to Sokka. Why is he here? Wasn’t Sokka supposed to be the only one left? Glad he gets a boyfriend though. Reaction: Neutral

Iroh’s conversation with Aang on the Fire Nation ship: it’s whatever. An interesting choice to have him tip his hand so early. I have to believe there’s a reason for it and again it works with his overall narrative in the season. Reaction: Neutral

Not spending so much time at the Southern Air Temple… I get it, it was kind of the trade off for showing so much in the beginning. It’s fine, it works. Reaction: Neutral

Aang bringing himself out of the Avatar state by thinking about Gyatso/who he is/whatever, instead of Katara doing it: I get it, they seem to be wanting to cut out any overt Kataang stuff. Still, the relationships between our three main characters are just not nearly as tight in this version of the show and something like this might have saved it? Still, Aang crying in her arms afterward covers that a bit so. Reaction: Neutral

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thinking about TLT, I’m so curious about Tatiana and Ulysses’ personalities specifically.

were they like Frankenstein’s monster? an entirely different person from the raw material John resurrected them from? were they the same people they used to be?? or was there any difference between them and the other lyctors as John’s first resurrections? what was going on there!

like the rest of the Lyctor gang seem to be largely who they were before, barring the memory wipe. but what’s up with those two!!!

though I’m also half convinced that there’s some degree of puppet theatre going on with *all* of them tbh? perhaps their personalities are only what he perceived them to be vs who they actually were. only the facets he was aware, how he thought they were etc.

I’m just particularly struck by what he said in NTN about puppeting U & T in the early days and how they were just extensions of himself. and I feel like he may just have some sort of really insane advanced necromancy going on. which isn’t even to suggest that the other lyctors like aren’t thinking for themselves. but I think there could be some degree of. idk. like I think they only exist within the scope he’s allowed them and the personalities he’s written for them.

or even with the Galatea, Barbie doll allusions with Alecto. I think John is just playing dolls… with everyone.

and it’s sooo interesting to me because EVEN IF they’re all dolls in god’s dollhouse they’re still fully autonomous, given that they can plan to kill him or grow to hate him at all. but I think it’s soooo interesting if their personalities are just confined to what he can personally comprehend. especially when he’s so fundamentally selfish and self centered.

[queermania]

another thing that bothers me about s4 is that dean comes back and is like weirdly obsessed with sex in a way he wasn't in the previous three seasons and this would be soooo good if it was portrayed as a facet of his hell trauma. like he's trying to regain control of his body. he's trying to regain control of his sexuality. he's trying to remind himself he even has a physical body. he's trying to remind himself that he can feel things. sometimes he's just trying to distract himself. he's trying to override sense memories. he's using sex to punish himself. he's trying to feel human. he's trying to prove to himself that he can still get aroused by "normal" things. etc etc etc

but no. we're just pretending like dean has always been a horn dog haha isn't it funny he's such a guy womp womp womp

[ariapmdeol]

I started following you for cell of empireo purposes so. haruki atou for the character thing? :>

hiii i love haruki atou!! Spoilers for all endings of Cell of Empireo, and I mention a character from interlude!

How I feel about this character:

Oh haruki atou my darling!!! I love this guy. I think everyone comes out of COE with an appreciation for Haruki Atou, and I am not immune! Haruki Atou worldwide! I cosplayed him! I think he’s really well written, and the route differences and the way his will shifts depending on the circumstances are so compelling to me. I think about this all the time but it’s in more than just “in the lower roots, Atou refuses to face the truth and the humanity of those around him, more and more.” It’s also how he chooses to handle things in each ending.

in A root, he places his priority on saving Shinano and in being there for him, but he doesn't confront his own past, and focuses on the current moment instead. That’s why in that ending, nothing is resolved (as seen by the pink hair), but Shinano and Atou are sticking together, with Shinano staying in the Nagoya office.

In B root, he doesn’t have the information to save Shinano (or he’s chosen not to believe in him). He abandons the reason why he went to EHRI/Path to Empireo in the first place. His will is to seek a normal life, and for things to go back to normal. He doesn’t care anymore about the past, or about saving Shinano. And that’s why he ends up with Noa-Nina, in the end. The desperate attempt to pretend that it’s okay, and that they’ve reclaimed that peaceful dream (and he knows it’s a dream, and that he’s running away. He just doesn’t want to confront it).

In C, it’s Nina. The loss of Karen and the others meant he was desperate to save the one person he still has a chance to. So he abandoned himself, in favor of saving her in any way that he can. I still need to replay C and D, so my thoughts are a lot less coherent there ^^; I'll write again once I finish replaying those two roots.

In E? He loses everything. Haruki atou runs and runs away until all he has left to run from is himself. He runs and he fails and he watches everyone die ^_^ he denies the humanity of the path to Empireo/EHRI members and denies any connection to them. Refusing the truth as everything falls apart around him. I love E root and I will talk about it again but it’s soooo <3!!! the circumstances changing his mindset and his will growing weaker and weaker until he just doesn't want to do it anymore!! kill everybody fuck it we ball alpha take the reins!!! AND CALAMITYRUI!!!!

Even in S vs S+! he accepts all aspects of himself, and in doing so, he has the opportunity to save Reiji. He accepts Origin, and he rewrites what Hatsutori had planned. I went on a tangent but I like atou and I like the variations of his will and his decisions in all the endings!! It's a really important facet for me! Haruki Atou worldwide I love that guy

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

HARUKI ATOU HAS TWO HANDS AND TOO MANY LOVE INTERESTS!! My favorite pairing is him and Shinano (atou please give ur doggy a kiss please please plea--) and i've talked about them a lot before! other characters I ship with atou include:

Kanou! Atoukanou sweep I think they’re so fun! I love the banter, the layers of lies and yet they both understand each other. The murder. The Note. 'Kouji Asou' being the only one to understand Kanou, and the only one that he trusts with his will. Kanou’s curse protecting him. The Note. I like those guys a lot <3

Rui! Domestic best friends who are forever comfortable with each other! They understand each other! They trust each other!!

Nina! I think this one is less popular but C root is compelling to me and B root grew on me bc it’s the funniest ending to show other people. The chorus of pain and agony every time I watch B root makes me laugh. I think they could be cute,,

Aiba! This is a background one for me so i don't feel super strongly about it, but I replayed lately and it’s cute?? Aiba lives in every root, so Atou doesn't need to worry about him, and they stay in contact in every root too,,

My Nonromantic OTP for this character:

ISOI FAMILY SWEEP!!! The dynamics between reiji-haruki-sanemitsu are so compelling to me!! It’s complicated and difficult and it’s so fun!!! Layers and layers of unspoken words! Haruki being pissed at snmt and snmt’s reluctance and difficulty to even MEET with haruki, meanwhile haruki and snmt both have one favorite and his name is reiji isoi 🫶 The S root conversation vs the S+ one makes me so crazy,,, I like those guys a lot.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

It’s so awkward answering this bc I’m not sure this fandom is big enough that any of my opinions are “unpopular” more than just “my read of haruki may not line up with these 2 other peoples reads” 😭 and I don’t know Korean or Chinese so I’ve got no idea on the average fandom opinions there… I guess it’s a bit of a cop out answer ^^;

I've certainly had moments where my reads on characters or situations end up drastically different than what i've seen from others, but I don't think I've had such a visceral reaction with Atou opinions? At least, not to the scale where I'd consider any of my opinions 'unpopular'.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character:

IZU AND HARUKI MEETING IN CELL OF MIRAGE. Fukao Please,, I'd do anything,,

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its without a doubt a common facet of the queer experience. Even in the 80s as depicted with Will, most of the time when you accept yourself and your “one sided” love it does become easier to be around him, because you’ve finally told yourself that it can’t happen so why get so worked up?

But enough of Mike still hasnt reckoned with his feelings, and its quite a compelling thing that Finn achieves—if he is in fact depicting Mike’s attraction, which I believe—in showing how Mike looks at Will. Forget the Voice, I jokingly said in some other post that Mike doesn’t look at El the way he looks at Will. The few times I can think of are when Mike and El are friends, or when they just met.

Mike seems to feel most comfortable with things that feel right to him, which sounds simple but you gotta look at what his straight friends experience. They got comfort in Max, Suzie, and the older teens get Jancy and hell, Steve gets Robin! a really strong platoni friendship that fits Steve soooo well, as if saying by way of of showing that Steve needed Robin more than a girlfriend.

So, when Mike is around what he understood most (Will) he’s soft and comfortable and loving and attached. We see that when he’s growing up, developing a more mature sense of attraction and YES, sexual urges that are definitely confusing the fuck out of him…he breaks down around Will. Who he truly is breaks down and he’s not himself, exemplified by the S4 nonsense.

Its the very real and complex melding of romantic and sexual attraction he doesnt understand, and as established, lack of understanding breaks Mike, it damn near hurts

mike is the nervous one

one of the funniest things about byler is that will (the one who is canonically in love with mike) is actually much less nervous around mike than mike is around him, even though mike's feelings aren't confirmed...

like MIKE is the one who panicked at the airport. mike is the one who panicked when will touched him (even lightly!!) at rink o mania (and then looked at his lips) and during the van scene. MIKE is the one who seems frazzled and anxious around him. MIKE actually exhibits more overt 'crush' behaviour than will does. will on the other hand seems relatively....confident in secure in his feelings even though they obviously cause him pain. it's just something to think about!!

[ophelia16stufff]

Yoshizawa And Akechi Parallels

!SPOILERS FOR SAE PALACE, SHIDO PALACE, THIRD SEMESTER!

in terms of their conflicting masks:

them trying to cast aside their masks of 'kasumi' and 'detective prince' post-canon

like for akechi i think it would be a knee jerk reaction to go into detective prince mode when he wants to feel control over a situation. did akechi ever wish he was either only the detective prince or only the black mask? because yes, robin hood is the mask that he wore to fool everyone, but wasnt robin hood the hero he wished he was when he still had something to protect?

was loki the mask he wore to fool himself into thinking he could be a single-minded agent of vengence, and to hide the boy who just wanted to belong? basically, i think loki and robin hood are both masks and his true personae.

as for sumire, i think she would second guess herself, wondering if the words, habits, and maybe even thoughts were truly hers or her sister's. in those months that she spent as kasumi, are they still the traces of a ghost, or can she call those actions her own? because the way i understand it, maruki literally overwrote her reality, its not a simple case of 'pretending to be another person'. sumire's persona does end up being kasumi's spirit, so theres a part of her that she always carries on inside her.

they're both sick of pretending to be someone else, but how do they deal with just being themselves?

in terms of their relationship with their 'rivals':

sumire and akechi wanted to be equal to kasumi and akira respectively, while the latter two already saw them as rivals. they felt inferior to them, and maybe even hated them at one point, but thats just worse isnt it? because kasumi and akira would never hate them.

they have to deal with the guilt of being envious and resentful of the people they love and admire the most. this is obv just one facet of the issues they had to deal with but damn no wonder their coping mechanisms are shit lmao

conversely, the contrast between akechi's steadfast determination to break the 'false' reality and sumire's turbulent acceptance of the 'true' reality is soooo good and both things mean so much and make perfect sense for their character arcs

i need content of them post-canon just being hanging out man. ik akechi was quite abrasive to sumire in maruki's palace, but theres no fucking way he doesnt have grudging respect for her, and i think while sumire would be like YOU TRIED TO SHOOT SENPAI??!! she's the most likely to kinda understand lol...atleast, understand the nature of conflicting feelings

oooh and is it any coincidence that they dont agree with the idealogy of the phantom thieves? i think not. they could have some similar patterns of thinking.

this is why i refuse to play strikers. give me post canon akechi and sumire content dammit.