#can we not have both??? what's the theme here!?!?

[lunarsilver]

What are their sexual fantasies?

+18, minors do not interact

A reading regarding your partner - your current one (asking about their permission would be in good taste), or next one, or the most important one, or your future spouse... Whatever you prefer.

(Psst! I will be grateful for your answer to a simple question.)

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Divination will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them, and that’s okay, too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason for making it.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

PILE 1

Six of Swords - Strength (R) - Three of Wands (R) - Back of the Deck: Knight of Swords (R)

Six of Swords literally fell out as I was shuffling, which suggests to me this one is pretty important. Six of Swords is about change, leaving something behind and going on new endeavors. It looks like they’re really eager to try something new, maybe their earlier experience with intimacy wasn’t the best for them. Then we have Strength in reverse which seems to confirm that they felt or feel kind of trapped, and they fantasize about lashing out their raw emotions. The deck I use does not have a sexual theme, but this specific card has one of the most sensual imagery among all the cards in this deck: a woman, full of confidence, poses in just heels and lower underwear, a bra tossed aside. She’s very flexible and has a snake tattoo on her leg. I think your person wishes to be so flexible and confident in their body. The imagery brings a strip club or a sexy dance for a partner to my mind, and while there is a chance your person would like to see someone doing this kind of act (I guess going to a club like this would fit the theme of trying something new), for most this card is simply about having the courage to embrace one’s body and desires. Reversed Three of Wands says this person experiences some delays, some problems on their way to express themselves, and this leads to frustration. Knight of Swords in reverse confirms that. Your person is pretty frustrated sexually, and for some reason is unable to take action. As a side note, both Six of Swords and Knight of Swords in this deck show swords, so maybe some people here would like to try knife play? What’s interesting is that, in the way they lie now, all these swords point in the same direction, but what is exactly this direction? That’s unclear. Let’s pick up some more cards.

I asked for the reason why your person cannot fulfill themselves sexually and why they feel frustrated, and the cards are Seven of Swords (R), King of Cups, The Tower (R) and at the back there is Six of Cups. To put it short, it looks like they have this mental blockage. They may feel like they aren’t worthy of it, or it simply doesn’t fit them. For some, they grew up taught to think about sexuality as something shameful. I think the King of Cups represents them, and if so, they look really lovely and in tune with their emotions. They are at the start of their personal transformation and rediscovering what they like. No specific fantasies came here in this reading, other than the desire to have the courage to try to do what they are or may be into. It could be good to create a safe space for them, tell them that if they want to try something, you may always discuss it together. Whether you’ll actually do it is another matter, but letting them know having sexual desires isn’t shameful is pretty important here.

PILE 2

The Tower (R) - The Hierophant (R) - Two of Wands (R) - Three of Cups - Back of the Deck: Knight of Wands

Only after I realized I pulled four cards instead of three, I guess they have a lot to say lol. We’re starting with The Tower in reverse, so your person wants some inner change. The Hierophant in reverse is about questioning the rules, about freedom. Your person fantasizes about exploring, most likely about doing some kinky stuff. They’re excited about it, they want to do it, but they’re not ready and lack a proper plan or preparation (Two of Wands in reverse). However, it is clear they fantasize about celebrating their and their partner(s) bodies, treating sex as fun, as shown in Three of Cups. For some, Three of Cups suggests them fantasizing about threesomes. A side note, but a lot of cards show some pets, some on a leash, and I cannot help but wonder whether your person fantasizes about some kind of pet play. I think the reversed Knight of Wands at the back represents your person: impulsive, ready to action, fiery and with high libido, but probably they should do some research first. I felt like pulling some charms, asking what this person has to tell you, and the messages are “it will be better”, “I am with you”, “you are a master” (or maybe they want to say you are their master; whether “the master of their heart” or a master as in a BDSM dynamic - I feel like for quite a lot of you, pile 2, your person is a proud bottom, maybe a power bottom or a little a brat lol), “do what you love”, “you can count on me” and “fresh perspective”.

PILE 3

Ten of Cups - The Empress - Knight of Cups - Back of the Deck: The Magician

Okay, all upright, three out of four cards show people, two Major Arcana and two cards of Cups, plus three out of four cards are mainly pink and red. This person knows what they want and they like to be as clear as possible, they’re emotional and aren’t ashamed of it, that’s what I get right off the bat. Ten of Cups shows they’re pretty romantic, they fantasize about an ideal, fulfilling, committed relationship. The Empress and Knight of Cups represent you and this person - and I feel like for most of you, you are represented by the Empress and they are Knight of Cups, given how romantic and emotional Knight of Cups is, and how romantic is your person. The Empress and Knight of Cups look at each other from their respective cards. They look tenderly, smiling a little, and their eyes are on the same level. This person clearly fantasizes about an equal relationship, where at the same time they can adore you and spoil you. The Magician at the back suggests they manifest this relationship. Like, your person is so sweet, I asked about sexual fantasies and all that came out is that they want love. As an afterthought, the Empress is the only card having different colors than the rest, which only further proves the rest of cards is their energy and the Empress is you. I asked for some messages from your person to you and pulled out these charms: “I’ve been looking for you everywhere :*”, “I love your smile”, “something nice will happen to you”, “it makes me want to live”.

[kiame-sama]

Similar question to the one with Drider!Rook on kissing but with the other Monster Boys

How would they handle me giving them a kiss on the cheek (Or even their mouth) only to take something from them in victory?

But it’s mainly to prove a point that I don’t need physical strength to win, but my cunning and intelligence (Like I take their Dorm Staff or whatever’s in their hand in triumph because I proved my point)

Honestly, Malleus, Vil, Leona and Azul would be the most impressed but would probably scold me if I did that with others (But their eyes are dilated)

Warnings; Several different Yanderes, yandere behavior, suggestive themes, kissing, thievery, if you kiss any of the monster-men you need to be ready to handle the consequences, mainly Dormleaders (Minus Kalim, because all you have to do is point somewhere and you can easily steal from him. You don't even have to steal, he would willingly give you anything you wanted the moment you showed interest. You'd have a harder time stealing candy from a baby), less thievery and more escaping in Vil's ficlet, use of gamer-tags in place of names for Idia's ficlet,

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"Hey, Riddle!"

The Unicorn glanced over his shoulder when he heard your happy greeting, smiling in response to seeing you walking over to him with a slight bounce in your step. Though he would never admit it, the way his heart seized whenever he saw you was both a painful yet wonderful experience. How he longed for you to return his affections and take your rightful place as his King of Hearts.

"Good morning, (Y/N). Have you been well?"

"Of course, but there was something I wanted to talk with you about."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Come over here, so we can talk without shouting."

The red-maned Unicorn was bemused, yet complied with your request all the same. He would always do as you asked of him, even if it meant moving the very ocean by hand. You smiled in a way that was almost mischievous and Riddle vaguely wondered what it was you were playing at. When he approached, you looked up at him with a content smile that he returned in kind.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I had some questions for you about Unicorns, actually. Unicorns are a myth where I'm from, so I wanted to see if you could clear up some of the misconceptions I might have surrounding Unicorns."

"I would be happy to teach you about Unicorns, (Y/N)! You can have the utmost faith in me to provide accurate information to your questions. What did you want to know?"

"Are you able to lay down without being injured? The closest we had to Unicorns was regular horses, and they rarely would lie down unless extremely comfortable, young, or ill."

"Of course I can! Here, allow me to demonstrate for you."

He moved his weight back to his haunches, allowing them to meet the ground as he curled one leg after the other beneath him. Once his equine half was settled on the ground, he was about to roll to one side to fully lay down when your soft hand cupped his cheek. Riddle was confused as to your interruption but his confusion quickly turned to shock when your lips locked with his.

An almost whinnying squeal left him, but he was eager to return to affection in kind. Even as he felt the crown of his dorm-uniform being lifted from his head, he pursued the kiss eagerly and chased your lips as you tried to pull back. You were only able to escape the Unicorn's desperate kisses by stepping back, as he was unable to get up as easily as he was able to lie down.

There was a clear red decorating the cheeks of the lovely Unicorn even as you grinned triumphantly and placed the golden crown atop your own head. Little did you realize how much this would actually impact the Unicorn you tricked. A certain darkness seemed to take over the bright blue eyes of the monster man as he gained an almost drunken smile.

"Prefect..." he breathed, "absolutely perfect. My wonderful King of Hearts... of course I'll marry you!"

"Wait, what-?"

The Unicorn stood now, almost invigorated as he easily caught your shoulders in his hands, pulling you back into another deep kiss. When he finally broke it, he was affectionately rubbing the side of his horn against your head with soft nickering noises.

"Didn't you know? Kissing and exchanging an article of clothing is akin to a proposal for Unicorns like me. You'll make a wonderful King, (Y/n). My marvelous King of Hearts."

~•§•~

The Nemean Lion was laying in the vast gardens of the greenhouse, resting beneath the large leaves of a fern commonly found in his homelands of Sunset Savana. He was somewhere between sleep and awareness when a certain scent on the air caught his interest. Without bothering to open his eyes, his ears angled around before pinpointing the location where the scent originated. Leona almost smiled.

It was clear to him that you were trying to be quiet and sneak up on the Lion that continued to lazily lounge as you drew close. The only true indication that he was awake and not sleeping was the almost imperceptible flick of his tail. He was almost eager for what you intended to do after your approach as he continued to flick his tail excitedly.

The moment you were within reach, the Lion proceeded to grab you and pull you into his arms. You had been under the impression that he was asleep, so when he grabbed you, you couldn't help but cry out in surprise and fear. Of course, Leona couldn't help but laugh at your response as he rolled to his side, laying next to you and propping himself up on one arm.

"You'll have to try harder than that if you want to sneak up on me, Mousey."

"I wasn't trying to sneak up on you."

"No? Then why were you trying to be as quiet as possible?"

"Because, I was going to do something else."

"Like?"

Your sudden kiss to his forehead made a loud purr erupt from the chest of the Lion. It was almost too easy to get Leona to let his guard down as your fingers began carding through his mane, scratching near his golden ears. That also gave you the opening you were looking for as you easily slid the dorm emblem off of the arm of the Lion.

However, when you tried to pull away to abscond with your winnings, the weight of Lion was too much to be able to wiggle away from him and from under his grasp.

"Nice try, Mousey. Now, you're going to lay there and be a good little pillow as payment for interrupting my nap."

"But you weren't even sleeping-!"

He was quick to place himself on top of your soft figure, grabbing both of your hands- making you drop the emblem- and putting them back in his hair. There was little else you could do but pet the Lion who began to doze while snuggling your much more fragile form. If you wish to play with Lions, you must be ready to face the consequences of your actions.

~•§•~

"Ne, Azul! The Human is here and says they want ta talk to ya!"

The Cecaelia glanced up from the contract he was working on as Floyd lazily called into the office Azul often occupied. Though he often didn't allow visitors on any schedule but his own, he would make an exception for the beautiful Human he adored.

"Send them in."

"Kay~!"

At least Floyd seemed to be in an affable mood for once, smiling and lazily walking off with the door left somewhat ajar. Azul would scold the Eel later for the blatant forgetful behavior, as it was rather important to close the door to Azul's office due to the many contracts stored within the room. Still, it was something he could bring up later.

Floyd returned to open the door fully, letting the Human into the room with a happy grin in their direction. He seemed to want to linger but instead closed the door and went back to whatever it was he did when he was not tormenting others. Perhaps he was just moving on to torment someone else or even his twin bother.

"(Y/n), welcome to my humble office. What can I help you with today?"

"Well, I was told that you were the one to go to if I ever needed anything others were unable to retrieve."

"You're... you're here for a deal? I would happily make any deal with you, dear (Y/n)! Name your desires and I will deliver as promised!"

He was thrilled to know you were seeking his assistance. He was the best bet most had, after all. Most would have to pay a rather steep price to be able to afford the aid of the Cecaelia on any given day, but he had already resolved to aid you for a much more generous and kind-hearted price than his usual rate.

What he wasn't expecting was for you to sit down on the edge of his desk with an almost coy grin, gazing affectionately into the eyes of the Octopus who now seemed nervous under your scrutiny. He would never admit it- excepting to Floyd and Jade who had already become wise to his affections- but Azul was madly in love with the soft Human of Night Raven College. The Octopus had been in love with the idea of Humans ever since he was a larvae, hardly hatched and struggling in the currents of the ocean.

The many depraved things he had written in his adoration of Humans would hopefully remain unviewed by the Human that now sat perched atop his desk. Of course, it did nothing for the suddenly dry mouth Azul now experienced as he tried to keep himself as composed as possible. Were he in his aquatic form, no doubt his tentacles would be all over the soft skin of the Human, tasting and kissing the flesh that seemed so ample and on display for his gaze.

"Wh-what- ahem- what was it you needed from me, (Y/n)-?"

A sudden warm and soft kiss to the small heart shape beneath Azul's right eye had the Octopus tensing up. He was completely flabbergasted and unable to say anything in response to the affectionate action, even as his hat was lifted from his head and placed atop the head of the grinning Human. The octopus was only able to blink one eye at a time from how scattered his brain had become as the Human hopped off of his desk and pranced to the door, hat still securely in place.

"That's all I needed. Thanks, Azul!"

~•§•~

"Would you stop moving, (Y/n)? Honestly, you are acting as if you have never modeled for us before."

You frowned somewhat at the gentle scolding of the handsome Harpy that was trying to finish stitching the hemming of the shirt you were wearing. Naturally, the Harpy would not be content with just a few outfits for your ensemble and called you back to tailor more clothing for you. Divus wasn't present at this fitting, but Rook was happily watching the Harpy circle you as he hand-sewed the clothes.

"Well, sure, but I wasn't thinking I was going to have to stand for so long. It's not exactly comfortable."

"Beauty is pain, my featherless darling. Pin feathers are annoying and sometime even painful, but they give way to the most beautiful feathers imaginable if left to grow. Patience is needed to truly appreciate the beauty of something."

"If you say so."

Vil smiled slightly at this, glad that you were somewhat compliant to his gentle attempts at giving you direction. He would certainly be far less patient and gentle were you anyone other than his beloved Human. He doubted he would even be so patient with Rook. To be fair, though, Rook hardly complained about much, even if the Drider wasn't particularly comfortable or at ease.

"What do you think of this top now it is cinched properly, Rook?"

"Travail merveilleux, roi du Poison. I was unsure about the draping of the garment, but as always you have a keen eye for such things. Mon Trickster does look divine."

You vaguely wondered, as the Harpy wrapped up his stitching, if you would be able to escape from the fashion inclined duo, and what it would take to achieve such a feat. It was while you were contemplating your daring stunt that an opportunity presented itself. Vil was holding up a new top that had yet to be fitted and was trying to see what color would look best on you when you caught the Harpy's hand and attention. He was clearly suspicious of your actions as he raised a single brow in question.

"You know, Vil, I think pink would look good on you."

"Pink? It depends on the shade of pink, but it would mostly clash with my feathers-"

A sudden gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth silenced the Harpy, a bright pink dusting across the Harpy's fair skin and highlighting the bright coloration around his eyes. Those violet orbs were wide with surprise and even Rook was taken aback at the bold action, unable to find words as you hopped down from the raised platform you had been on.

"Seems I'm right! Pink looks great on you. Thanks for the top, Vil!"

You were quick to abscond from the room as the Harpy held his cheek, still blushing a bright pink. Rook was enthused that you gifted the beautiful Vil with such a treasured sign of affection, trailing a finger down the ridge of his boon-companion's wings as he walked around the stunned Harpy.

"Rook, how do you think (Y/n) would look dressed in a wedding gown made from your silk and my feathers?"

"Absolutely divine, like you, Roi du poison."

~•§•~

"Why can't we just virtual visit class, HellKitty?"

"Because, Idia, you need to interact with the other students at some point. Push your comfort zone and be a student, for once."

Idia frowned as he hid behind his tablet, trying to avoid all of the curious looks he got from others in the halls. He was trailing behind you- more than a little unwilling on his part- to what was supposed to be his next class. If he had the choice, the both of you would be back in your dorm and just watching class through one of the cameras as you played videogames together.

Honestly, he was more than a little amused that you had adapted to the gamer-tag he gave you like your own name. Of course, it was no mistake that he chose the gamer-tag HellKitty for you. It was both a play on your ever faithful companion Grim the Hellcat, and the fact that Hellcats were ideal companions for Shinigami. As a Shinigami, why wouldn't he want you to be his Hellcat? Sure, you weren't actually a Hellcat, but you were raising one and that was good enough for him.

"-Idia? Idia!"

"What?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

"... would you believe me if I said yes?"

You sighed and stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning to face the tall student head-on. Naturally, the moment you stopped, Idia was quick to crouch and curl in on himself, wanting to seem as small as possible despite his already gargantuan stature. Only his own ancestor and the Kelpie Trey were taller than him, though not by much. This gave you the ideal opportunity to put your plan in motion.

While Idia was distractedly staring at his tablet, you reached up and cupped his cheek. The physical contact had the Shinigami looking at you with wide and confused eyes, his hair beginning to burn almost white in anxiety. Out of all the things Idia was expecting when you placed your hand upon his cheek, he was immediately error-screened when you pressed a warm kiss against his blue lips.

Could this possibly be happening? To someone like him? Was it even true, or was it a trick? If it was a trick, he never wanted to know because all he could think was how wonderful your lips felt against his somewhat chapped lips.

As you pulled away, Idia was finally able to get somewhat of a grasp on his own frantic mind only to realize he no longer has his tablet in hand. A quick glance around told him that you had his tablet held securely in your hands, grinning at him playfully.

"Alright, UnderworldBlues, if you can get through class without freaking out, I'll give you the tablet back, and maybe even another kiss if you behave. Think you can do that?"

"..."

"Idia?"

"..."

"Did you seriously just faint-?"

~~

You sat on the arm of the thorn throne of Diasomnia, the common room occupied only by yourself, Lilia, and Malleus. Silver and Sebek had classes, so they were not present despite the unusual temper Malleus had as of late. Lilia suggested the two of you should spend some of your down time with Malleus to try and lift his dour emotions from where they seemed to be stuck for the past few days. As Lilia was a trusted friend of yours and Malleus was a strong ally, you figured there was no harm in spending time with the two Fae monsters.

Malleus had calmed considerably with you and Lilia by his side, holding his dark torch-like staff in his gloved claws. He now almost seemed to be dozing somewhat, even as you glanced at the staff resting against his leg. Somewhere, you wondered how easy it would be to distract the Dragon and escape with the clearly important item, if only to break up the monotony of the moment.

Idle hands were the devil's playthings and you were certainly more than a little bored perched next to the Dragon.

"Did you need something, my (Y/n)?"

"Hm?"

"You keep glancing in my direction as if you need to say something or would like some kind of assistance from me."

"Not really. I was just wondering why you have that staff? I thought you didn't have a magestone weapon since you're a Dragon?"

"It is true, I have very little use for a magestone myself, so you have likely never seen it before. This staff is my magestone, you are correct. You are also correct in assuming I have little use for weapons. My fire and my claws are my weapons, most times."

"So, it wouldn't be a big deal if someone took it away, like it was for Leona?"

"Of course not. Strong and versed in magic as Kingscholar may be, he still does not have the same adeptness in-"

The green eyes of the Dragon widened in surprise as you leaned over, catching his lips in a tender kiss that left him breathless. Despite all of his power and his abilities, he was rendered mute and dumb from the sudden show of affection. He didn't resist the pull of his staff from his hand even as you pulled back to grin triumphantly. In fact, he didn't seem to have much of a reaction other than a vaguely humored grin.

Though it was quite a small expression on the outside, Lilia could see how Malleus prepared to pounce from the tension in the Dragon's shoulders, wings, and tail. You were far too interested in the staff that now sat in your hands- examining the green gemstone affixed in the top- to realize that the Dragon was not about to let such a small show of affection satisfy his sudden cravings. A sudden tug at the front of your shirt had you locking lips with the Dragon yet again, being pulled into the lap of the beast who seemed all too eager to take what had been offered.

"T-Tsuno-!"

"Hush now, my dear mate. You should know better than to tease a Dragon. Didn't you know that even one little kiss is considered enough invitation to mate?"

"But I-"

"You," he interrupted, "will not be going anywhere for the next few days. I intend to christen this- our first day as official mates- with many sleepless nights spent entangled in the embrace of passion. Prepare yourself, my soft little Human mate, because you may regret teasing me so callously."

[yeosanitycheck]

I really need to read something about Wooyoung, any genre.. pleeese🙏🏿

i took forever on this i feel like, im sorry!! but i had such joy and delusion while writing it, enjoy <3

Being the photographer at bf!wooyoung GQ shoot

pairing: wooyoung x reader

warnings!: mdni-- suggestive mature themes & a lil jealousy

a/n: wooyoung's shoot still lives rent free in my mind & new text fic loading!! (i won't write smut in requests unless asked for! :))

You and Wooyoung have been together for about a year, your career paths go hand in hand—but they’ve never crossed until now. The studio is bustling with other crew members, all focused on making the shoot flawless, but that doesn’t stop him from subtly making you the center of his attention. Every time you try to steady yourself and focus on the job, he catches your gaze, his smirk just for you, layered with a touch of mischief.

As Wooyoung stands under the bright studio lights, looking like a vision in luxury designer wear, his gaze locks onto you—the one behind the camera. He gives you a smirk, his eyes holding a playful glint that only you know too well. His hand brushes through his hair as he adjusts his jacket, but you notice how his eyes linger on you just a little longer than necessary, as if silently reminding you that this show is only for you.

One of the assistants, noticing the tension, leans over and whispers, “He’s really working that look for you, huh?” You laugh it off, cheeks warming, trying to brush it aside as professional admiration. But Wooyoung catches the exchange, giving the assistant a subtle side-eye before turning back to you with an even more determined look as if he’s intent on making it impossible for you to look away.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re getting a little too distracted over there, baby,” he teases, breaking his intense stare with a wink. You roll your eyes, trying to keep things professional, but he definitely doesn’t make it easy. With every pose, he pushes the boundaries just a little—giving you a smoldering look that’s clearly meant to fluster just you.

Between takes, your phone buzzes with a message from him. “Bet you’re having a hard time focusing on the job with a view like this ;)” You glance up, catching his eyes over the top of your phone, and he grins, clearly pleased with himself for making you blush.

“You sure you’re taking pictures of my face?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone that only you can hear, his smile becoming even more mischievous. You catch yourself biting your lip and quickly turn your attention back to the camera. “Focus, Wooyoung,” you utter, fighting a grin as you adjust the lens. He chuckles, taking another step closer, his voice lowering even further. “I’d focus a lot better if you were a little closer,” his tone dripping with absolute mischief. He tosses his hair back with a little more flair than usual, and you click away, capturing every detail.

When another photographer comments on how photogenic Wooyoung is, he gives a faint, barely-there smirk, but you don’t miss the way his gaze sharpens as if silently claiming that only you get to admire him like this. He knows exactly what he’s doing, letting his gaze drift over you with a look that’s almost…possessive.

During a break, he steps forward, catching you by surprise. “Did you get the shot?” he asks softly, his voice low as he brushes his hand over yours on the camera. “Or should I give you a few more to make sure?”

Your cheeks heat up, and he laughs, delighted by your reaction. “Just one more?” he teases, leaning in until his breath tickles your ear. “Unless you’re enjoying this view too much to stop.” With one last smirk, he steps back, holding your gaze just long enough to make your heart race.

As the shoot wraps up, he doesn’t move immediately, his gaze still lingering on you. “Let’s get out of here after this,” he whispers, just for you. “I think we both deserve a reward.” The promise in his voice makes your heart skip a beat, leaving you with the thrill of anticipation.

[catsteeth]

Cold Steel Hot Skin -Prt.2

Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Stark Reader - original post

+:✿ Request ✿:+ : 

Request: “Can you write Jacaerys and FemStark Reader where they've just been betrothed and moments where they both court each other. Extra fluffy. Maybe a bit of angst since we know our boy Jace is insecure about probably being a bastard so Reader comforts him. Thanks in advance!”  CW: MDNI, SMUT, P in V sex, afab reader, arranged marriage, NSFW themes, misogyny, mention of war, praise, some angst, fluffy fluff.

Word Count: 4k

As Jacaery’s rushed you off into your now shared bed chamber, he playfully pinched and grabbed at your sides making you squirm and giggle. 

It was not until you and he were both in his chambers with you breathless panting against the closed door that you stopped and took in your surroundings. “I’ve never been in your chamber before now.” You said as you took in the sight of the extravagant bed chamber.

Jacaerys breathed an exhausted laugh as he looked at you adoringly, “It’s yours now.” he said tucking your hair behind your ear.

You smiled at him lovingly, you never thought you would be so in love with a man as you were with him, “Both of ours, Jace.” You said caressing his cheek, still amazed by the emotion he inspired in you. 

You bit your lip as you looked into his wanting eyes, and then your eyes trailed down to his lips. You gave him a long, and passionate kiss before you pulled him off of you you bit his lip. You made your way towards the bed that you now shared with Jace. 

You ran your hand along the soft velvet of his bedding as you climbed a top of it. You looked over your shoulder as you crawled over the bed. You noticed your husband staring at you in awe, still leaning against the locked door. 

You raised a brow to him, “Have you lost your courage so soon?” You asked in a teasing manner.

Jace swallowed hard nervously, “No.” He said with a blink and a shake of his head. You smirked at his sudden fluster. You began to pull the laces of your gown loose once more, “You’re beautiful.” Jacaerys said adoringly as he watched the ivory fabric of your wedding gown fall loose around your shoulders. 

He stepped closer to you, his eyes glued onto your body as the gown slipped further, exposing your corset, “So beautiful.” His words were breathless.

You sat up on the edge of the bed. “Come here, " you said, beckoning him to come closer. He did so happily, his eyes racing over your body, unsure of how to start. You are my husband now, " you said in a sultry tone. I want your hands to undress me on our wedding night.” 

Though his hands trembled, he did his best to steady them as he removed his own clothes and stepped towards you. As his toned and muscular stomach became exposed and his overcoat and blouse hit the floor, he stood right in front of you. You looked up at him with longing eyes and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lower stomach teasingly close to his pelvis. He sucked in a sharp breathe through gridded teeth at the gentle yet stimulating sensation. 

Jace got down on one knee, his eyes never left your own as his hands snaked around your waist. His fingers pulled at the ties of your corset. As he did so your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at his dark curls gently.

He frantically pulled at the laces of your gown for what felt as if an eternity. But soon enough your corset was being tossed over your head, and your husband wasted no time ravishing you. He has waited long enough to taste your skin and to see your breasts. They were all so beautiful he thought he might go mad. He wondered how he ever lived without it. 

Jace lapped at the sensitive bud of your nipple, and his hand began to snake up your thigh. Once his fingers met the wetness between your lips you nearly jumped, “Jacaerys—” You gasped in a whisper as your breath hitched. 

Jace looked up at you and halted his motions completely, “I’ll never harm you.” He reassured you softly.

You smiled softly at him as your hand ran through his hair, “I know.” You nodded. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・ You couldn’t but remember the first time he told you that.・┈ ꒱꒱ 

Days on Dragonstone were long, and often dull when you first arrived. 

You often found some peace in the library. Curled up in a chair with a book by a fire. You enjoyed being able to lose yourself in a story about some other girl in some other land far away with problems different from your own. 

You felt yourself beginning to doze off and were content to do so until you heard the sound of the chamber door creaking open. 

You looked over your shoulder towards the door somewhat annoyed. Assuming it would be a knight or handmaiden. Your eyes widened however once you noticed it was not an overbearing guard but your betrothed. 

You shot out of your chair and stood straight on your feet, “My Prince.” You said with a small gasp.

Jacaerys raised a hand, “You needn’t hold onto such formalities.” He said trying to ease your tension. He smiled at you softly, it made you feel somewhat at ease. “I like calling you by your name, I hope you would call me by mine.” He spoke gently as he entered the room,

You nodded obediently, it was not in your nature so you found it difficult but you were taught well enough to know you do what you are asked. “As you wish, Jacaerys.” You spoke gently.

His brows furrowed together, “I prefer it if you did as you wished.” 

You had not forgotten what Jace had said in the carriage. He wanted you to do as you pleased, speak your mind, and share your thoughts willingly. Though you didn’t believe it to be truly what he wanted. You nodded again, “Alright then.”

Jace smiled and looked down as he stepped closer to you. “I hoped, we could again, speak with one another.” He said somewhat nervously. You found it odd, how could the crowned prince be nervous speaking to you?

You smiled back nervously, “Are we not already?” you asked somewhat defiantly. You were testing his bounds. To see if he truly did not want a wife who would simply do his bidding, but instead a woman of her own mind.  

He breathed a laugh, “Yes, I suppose we are.” He smiled widely at you, it made you feel giddy and blush as if you were a child. “I liked speaking with you in the carriage, I hoped you felt the same.” He spoke with uncertainty. He wished desperately that you had feelings for him the way he did for you already. 

You smiled to yourself, “I did.” you said with a nod. You looked back at him, studying his face with a furrowed brow, “You are different than I thought you would be.” 

You meant no harm with your words, and he understood that. It was a hard world for women, he saw that well enough in the war he was fighting for his mother.

Jace nodded, and looked into the fire that roared in the library, “Many septa’s fill your imagination with horrible things I wager.” He spoke without offense.

You nodded and walked closer to Jacaerys, standing by his side, looking into the fire with him. “I do not blame them. Lots of men have a taste for cruelty.” You said, your voice seeding with a darkness only experience could offer. 

Jace’s eyes left the fire, and fell onto you once again, “Have you known many?” He asked gently, though with concern. 

You looked at him with a raised brow, “Men? I am a Stark, I have plenty of brothers and cousins-” 

He shook his head quickly as he clarified his question, “Cruel men.” 

You stopped, taking in a moment of silence before you answered, “I have.” You said softly looking into his eyes. His eyes showed clearly how angry he was at the thought of anyone mistreating you, “Though not many.” You said trying to ease his anger. 

Jacaerys took your hand into his own and looked at you with a devotion you had not seen in the eyes of any man, “I swear to you, on my honor as a Velaryon, and a Targaryen. No harm will ever be brought to you, especially by my own hand.” His words were heavy, you knew he was not saying them lightly.

You stood in silence for a moment, speechless. You had not known a man to be so devoted, nor did you ever imagine you would marry a man so kind, “Thank you, Jacaerys.” You spoke softly.”

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱ 

You were then thrown back into reality as Jace, now your husband,’s hand grabbed at your breasts with vigor and rocked his bare hips against your own desperate for any friction to ease his aching cock. 

His lips ravaged your own, sucking on your lips so hard you feared they might bruise. He only released once he began pleading pathetically just as he did on that throne, “Please, God’s please touch me again.” He groaned against the hot skin of your cheek as he peppered it with sloppy wet kisses. 

You smiled biting your lip, “You’re so desperate.” You said teasingly.

“For you.” He whined as his grip on your body tightened. 

You loved him pathetic, loved him pleading. You used all your strength to flip him onto his back as you straddled him. 

He whined as he looked up at your naked body above him. He was pathetic and desperate needing you more than he could describe. You began to grind your wet cunt against his throbbing length making him moan and plead all the more desperately. Soon you too couldn’t handle much more delay. 

As you began to line him up with your slick entrance you found yourself nervous once again, “Is it like riding a horse?” You asked gently.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・You once again were thrown back to another memory・┈ ꒱꒱

The very first time you saw the green beast growl and snap at the dragon pit tamers. 

You watched him with fascination. You were always told dragons were Gods, beautiful and powerful creatures who keep the realm in balance. Though you’d never seen one so close. 

“You can meet him if you’d like.” Jace then offered enthusiastically. 

You shook your head and breathed a laugh, “I’m not so sure he’d like me.” You said looking back at the firebreathing creature. The beast once again growled at the tamers that surrounded him, “He has a short temper.” You said with a smile looking at Jacaerys, “Like you.” 

He smirked, and placed a hand on your shoulder, “Then he will like you, like I do.” 

You looked at Jacaerys, then back to the dragon before you answered nervously, “What if he tries to eat me?”

“He won’t.” He said stifling a chuckle as if it were a ridiculous thing to worry about. 

Once he finally dragged you towards the large beast he wasted no time introducing you both to one another. You were nervous as you approached, but Jace seemed confident. 

“Give me your hand.” You did, and Jace placed your hand flat against Vermax’s scaly skin. It was hot to the touch, and the smoke that left his nostrils smelt of a burning fire. Vermax did not growl at you, but he purred at the feeling of your hand on him. Jace smiled at this. “Get on,” 

You scoffed a laugh and shook your head, “I can’t-” 

“Do you trust me?” Jace interrupted you, 

You felt a wave of surprise rush over you, not expecting him to ask such a thing, “Course I do.” You said softly, honestly.  

And with that, you were seated on Vermax’s saddle, and Jace was strapping you onto it. 

As Jace sat on Vermax’s saddle, he pulled your hand around his waist. “Hold on to me.” 

“Is this like horse riding?” You asked holding tightly onto Jace’s waist.

He chuckled lowly as he began walking Vermax off the cliff, “No.” He said as Vermax took off into the blue sky.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

The ride was thrilling, so much so it completely ruined horses for you.

You knew you would be begging him to fly you often, and he would gladly do so whenever you asked. 

You and he would spend days on dragon back, retreating to small islands that surrounded dragon stone. Anything to get a moment of peace away from the war. 

You lifted your skirts and stepped your bare toes into the waters of the ocean. “The water here, it’s warm.” You said. It was true, the waters in the North were so cold, that you could not touch it. If you fell in you could die from the cold. This water in the south was warm like a bath that had been let sit. 

Jace bent down, letting the water rush over his hand, “You call that warm?” He asked flicking his wrist, trying to get the water off of his hand as best he could. 

You smirked at him, “You’re a southern man, born of fire.” You said playfully kicking a small splash of water at him “You’ve never felt the waters in the North.” 

“Air was bad enough.”He said but then his eyes darted to you, worried he offended you, “Cold enough- Is what I meant.” He stammered,

You smiled at him, taking no offense. “Do you think I’ll ever see it again?” You asked looking off towards the water. This was your future you thought. Water, married to a Velaryon, and fire, married to a Targaryen prince, you did not know if you would ever see ice again. “All the women who prepared me for marriage told me once I left the North I’d never see it again.” You said solemnly. 

Jacaerys took hold of your hand, and you looked at him, your eyes locking in a gaze of affection, “You shall see it anytime you wish to.” 

You smiled and blushed like a girl, “Would you come with me?” You asked unabashedly. 

He smiled back, “If you’d honor me with the privilege.” He caressed your face as he brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“Jace?” You asked softly,

“Yes?” He responded just as softly as you spoke.

“Do you remember when you kissed me?” 

He felt himself begin to fluster, “Difficult to forget.” He said with a smile he tried desperately not to grow too wide.

You scrunched your brows together, trying your best to figure out how to word what you wanted to say, “I’d like for you to do that as often as you like.” You said finally.

He smiled at you again, “You might find I will wish to do it far more often than you think.”

You did not respond, you merely waited for him to cease his moment. He did as he pleased, and leaned forward pressing his lips to yours once more.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Once you both were ripped away from your haven away from the war at Dragonstone, it took no time for trouble to find Jacaerys. Ulf, a Targaryen bastard from Kings Landing. The man had been given a dragon in exchange for him fighting and winning the war for his Queen. Though he rather play sloth. Jace was not one to let such things slide. And so when he found the man sitting and eating rather than training, you overheard Jace threatening the man into action. 

You watched as Ulf, scared, did as his prince commanded. And you followed after your furious betrothed. 

Once the two of you were both alone in Jacaery’s study you turned to Jace with frustration, “I am unsure how wise it is to threaten a public execution against a man who you need to win a war.” You already spoke as if you were his wife.

Jace sat at his desk in an angry huff, “He refers to me as if we are the same.”

You walked in after him, following close, “Do not allow him to have a hold over your emotions. That is my job.” You said teasingly as you sat against his desk.

He looked at you with frustration, wishing you would not make light of such things. “He questioned my parentage openly-”

You took him by his cheek in your hand gently, “Let them say what they wish to say.” You leaned in closer to him, “Let them say what they want, but they should know better than to let me hear it.” 

He removed your hand from his cheek, “What is worse is that it’s the truth.” He said as he shot up from his chair and walked angrily around his study. He then turned to look at you, “You know that don’t you?” He looked at you with a furrowed brow, “You are marrying a bastard?” He spoke with venom, though you were not fearful. No, he was not angry with you, or even Ulf now, but himself, angry with his blood. 

You pushed yourself away from his desk, and walked towards him, “When I was a girl, I had my first horse.” Jace looked at you confused, “His name was Dagger. His mother died giving birth to him. But another mare nursed him, cleaned him, and loved him. She might not have birthed him but she was his mother.” You took Jace’s hand into your own, “You may not have Leanor’s blood, Jace but you had him as your father.” 

“I’m not a horse.” He wanted to take your comfort but could not allow himself to. 

You snickered, “No, you’re a stubborn man with a short temper.” You stepped closer to him, placing your free hand on his shoulder,  “A kind, and good man. A handsome man.” Jace looked away from you, “Do I fluster you?” You asked with a smirk, not understanding his demeanor. 

“If you wish to end this engagement, I understand. No retaliation will be taken against the North.” He spoke lowly and darkly. 

You scoffed at his sudden remark, “I call you handsome, and you wish to send me away?” You said as you removed your hands from him. 

“Is all that just what you were told to say to me? All those Septa’s told you how to handle a Bastard?” He spoke with venom and it shocked you.

“You told me you wanted my thoughts. I gave them.” You scoffed at him again, speaking with just as much venom as he did, “If you don’t like them I will go as you wish me to.” You began to walk away but he took you by your wrist. 

Jace knew he was wrong, knew he was pushing away the only person who would love him, so he knew he had to set it right. “I don’t want you to go.” He said desperately, “I want you here with me.” He said pulling you in closer, “I just, do not know what woman would wish to marry a man she knows is a bastard.” 

With reluctance, you spoke, “A woman who loves a man.” You said sternly, “I am devoted and faithful to the man I love.” Jace felt himself beginning to tear up, and so did you, you leaned in further “I will not hear ill words of my betrothed.” 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

None of that mattered now, he did not care if he was a bastard. He was your husband, and he was enjoying his wedding night. 

“Fuck…” He moaned pathetically as you rocked yourself against his cock. His grip on the plush of your hips hurt so good you began to feel your cunt clench around nothing.

“Do you like it?” You asked sweetly, your cunt rocked against his cock.

He nodded frantically, but soon his head was being thrown back against the mattress as his eyes went to the back of his head, “Never felt anything so good-” He groaned.

“You want to go inside?” You asked in an agonizingly seductive tone. Jace nodded frantically and it made you giggle, “Show me then. Prove to me how desperate you are.” You taunted and it worked.

Jace’s arm wrapped around your waist whilst his other hand grabbed hold of your ass firmly as he tossed you onto your back. It made you squirm and giggle. You loved seeing how desperate he could be for you. 

He hesitated momentarily not wanting to hurt you, but then began to sink his length into your sobbing cunt. The intrusion was at first unpleasant, you felt a sting at the stretch. But soon that burn turned into a pleasure you’d never felt before, “Mmphm!” You whined with shut eyes, 

Jace stopped, “Am I hurting you?” He asked with genuine concern.

You shook your head frantically, “Keep going, God’s keep going!” You moaned, now you were the desperate one. 

He looked at your body as your breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips, he looked at you with awe and adorning eyes “You look so beautiful,” He kept going, pushing into you harder and harder.

His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his pace did not let up. His cock brushed past the spongey spot inside of you and kissed your cervix in a way that could have hurt if it was not so so so good. “Mm..Mm..Mm!” You kept whining at the feeling, and it only encouraged him.

You could feel his breathing against your neck becoming faster and his thrusts more erratic, “Wanna-I’m gonna-” 

“I know,” You said breathlessly as you nodded, “I know, darling, do it, cum inside me!” You said as you wrapped your legs around him, and tangled your fingers in his hair.

He could hardly say a word, only muttering and stammering through the three words, “I love you-” over and over again as he filled you. You could feel the heat painting you from within.

He threw himself off of you and onto his back before he could collapse on top of you. The two of you were spent, sweaty, and now satisfied. He was breathless as were you as he looked over towards you with a smile. He took hold of your limp hand giving it a firm kiss on your knuckles. You smiled back at him. 

“Did you?” Jace asked softly, not sure of the polite way of asking if you had cum. 

You hadn’t but that did not mean you were not in total bliss. You shook your head with a soft smile, “There’s time,” You said trying to reassure him it was alright. 

“No, I am determined.” He said with determination, already getting up and pulling you closer by your thighs, “I dreamed of what you’d taste like long enough.”

[bisnes-socks]

Professor 🙋‍♂️ I have an observation to share that I admit I haven't noticed before. You mentioned that Autiomaa first and second half of the song sets the theme apart from past to now with a different style of singing. Now that I listen closer, he's doing that with other songs too: RTG, Takavoltti, Kot Kot, S=M, etc.. second part tends to be either more 'shouty' or in slightly different voice tone. And I am absolutely eating it upppp :V

you are my favourite student for bringing this up. you get an A++ 💚

alright class, gather 'round. we're going to be talking about his vocal abilities, vocal styles and techniques and how he uses them to elevate songs and build different levels into them.

something you will often hear as criticism towards käärijä is that he's not a technically skilled singer. i have a friend who likes to remind me everytime we talk about eurovision 2023, that käärijä didn't get jury points "because he can't sing". but it's not that simple.

while clean melodic singing is not his strength, and it's true his vocal performance in the singing part of CCC was perhaps not the strongest on the ESC stage, up against a lot of technically skilled singers, what he does does actually take skill and it is not something just anyone could do at the drop of a hat. and if esc juries had actual vocal experts in them, instead of just radio pop producers, they might actually recognise that, but that's another rant for another day lmao.

you've all probably heard multiple CCC covers by now. how often do singers covering CCC sound comfortable doing all that? and how often do they sound like simply getting as low as he can go is a struggle? to hold on to that quality of voice, keep the volume and the breathing steady, and stick to basically one single note, and do all that live? that. takes. skill. there's a reason he isn't moving much in ccc live performances during the verses - he needs his body focused on producing the sound.

and CCC is a great example of him using different vocal styles to elevate the song. the first verse is in that low voice, then we get to the chorus, which is in a higher, more shouty voice - different textures! contrast between the sections! and then back to the low voice - but behold! the higher voice comes back now, for the second half of the verse, as the tempo of the rapping picks up. we're kicking into a different gear, and he is highlighting and emphasising that with a different vocal take. the song is going somewhere that sounds both new and familiar and that is sooooo important in a song like this, that is trying to make a big impact in a short amount of time. we're going somewhere new but the song isn't going to lose us, because we already know these elements - we heard these lyrics before, we heard this voice before, but it's something a little bit different know. the vibe is new and something else is coming!

and so after the second chorus we get to the melodic singing - again, a new vocal style! and then the softer part - again, a new vocal style! these aren't dramatic changes, but just enough to build the song and to familiarise us with these new sections, that will repeat, for us to feel and experience them again. brilliant songwriting and brilliant use of vocals!

you mentioned ready to go in your ask and that is an eeeeeexcellent example of his use of vocal styles, i could DIE! let's look at the choices here, they are delicious.

the thing to recognise about many käärijä songs is that ultimately, they are made up of quite simple ingredients. they aren't super complicated instrumentally a lot of the time, so if you look at ready to go, the musical elements in each section are, at the end of the day, quite simple. which is not unusual for the genre! so he brings a LOT into the mix with his different vocal styles, making the songs feel like they keep moving forward and building.

ready to go starts with one vocal style: quite a low and monotone voice, except lines start with a sort of a mechanical squeal in the voice. and it's quite a funny voice actually, it doesn't sound like a natural speaking voice. then we get to the pre-chorus: "oh, oh no, vaikka meikit valuu nii ei lopu show" part, and the voice is different. it's more of a singing quality, but still quite low. 

and then we get to the part that i'm sure everyone has realised is my favourite by now: "sä haluut nähä ku mä flomaan taas ojaan kuraiseen, hei baby i'm ready to go". there's no beat, there's just a synth-y carpet of a background, and he goes over it with quite a breathy tone, much higher than before. it's quite a flirty sound, on purpose i think. obsessed!

now! second verse! he could go back to the same voice he used in the first verse, but he doesn't. the song has moved on from that, it needs another layer to stay interesting. there is a change in the music as well, the palm muted guitar is now there for the whole verse, but the most noticable change is in his voice and the intensity. it's higher and sharper. 

he dips back into the lower voice for the pre-chorus, but that works in his favour, because going back down there, in the area we already know and are familiar with, allows the chorus to kick in hard when it does.

and this chorus is in full blast, the beat is there the guitar is there, and his voice is not so soft and breathy anymore. overall the voice is much sharper, much more resonate, much more engaged.

and then the song calms down again with "mä haluun ajaa tosi kovaa, vaik pelti kolisee, hei baby i'm ready to go" and he isn't quite as breathy and flirty as he was with the very first "sä haluut" part - because that wouldn't fit this part anymore. he has to go from here directly back into the full chorus at full blast. so he is softer, but not too soft - just the right style to calm it down and then jump back in.

he actually does know what he is doing vocally, even if he isn't one to belt like celine dion, you know?

and one more thing! i know how much people love his growly shouty voice - as heard in sex = money (tein onlyfans bagin section) or the last verse of yhtä vailla and many more. THAT takes technique to be able to do it so consistently and to be able to control the volume as he does. our beloved growly shouty vocals are actually a true testament of the fact that he is skilled with his voice. i'd like to see the best melodic singers do what he does for a song and see how well they do. because what he does is not easy.

now go forth class and find different vocal styles and textures in his songs! he is a vocal wizard and i love him for it. he is so flipping interesting to listen to.

[oshinohoshi]

Oshi no Ko Chapter 165 thoughts

At this point we're just suffering.

I cannot get on board with Hikaru as a villainous mastermind. The fuck were we doing for the entire movie arc where he was shown in a sympathetic light? Why in ch 155 did he supposedly have a change of heart only for a plot twist to wreck everything?

It's not that Hikaru would have been absolved of responsibility for Yura's murder because he was abused. It's just that before the stupid Nino twist he wasn't an undeniable monster

Akasaka created someone more interesting, human, and who was flawed in a way that wasn't over the top, and then yanked it away

You're telling me that sad boy Hikaru who blamed himself for Ai leaving him began to manipulate Ryosuke and Nino mere months after the breakup? Please

Anyway... grief is terrible. This chapter was miserable to read

Some people are using this as an opportunity to shit on Kana which is ridiculous. Is slapping a corpse in front of his family not great? Yeah. Does she have every damn reason to? I'd say so

Heartbreak is not just a phrase. It actually hurts. It can cause chest pain, headaches, shortness of breath. There's something called broken heart syndrome which can be caused by grief or stress. It affects the heart's ability to pump blood effectively

Point being that grief is physically and emotionally painful and a breakdown is totally normal

I agree with Gotanda's reasoning about releasing 15 YRL, however the film is now inextricably tied to Aqua's death

Where is Ai in all this? Why isn't she on this poster??? I thought this was a film about her life

Her name may very well never be mentioned again despite being the backbone of this story

This is why cult leader Hikaru is the best character. He's the only person who has remembered her since ch 155

Judging by her white stars, Ruby is probably going to pull through. While I don't want a nihilistic end, we have ONE chapter left. Can this really be earned?

And can it be done in a way that doesn't accidentally portray Aqua's murder-suicide in a positive light in the sense that Ruby living on and achieving her dreams reinforces what Aqua died for?

Next chapter: So here we are, very nearly at the end of all things. I am glad you are here with me, OnK fan community. It's been a journey.

Send your good vibes to marillust, a super talented fanartist, who is really sad about losing Aqua. They're cycling between depression and denial and I really get that.

I feel like I have to defend my dislike of this ending by talking about previously established themes, bad twists, etc. in order to not be shouted down by the "what did you expect? This was always a tragedy" crowd, but I'm just gonna say it.

I wanted Aqua to move on and be happy! I wanted Ai's wish for her kids to grow up healthy to be fulfilled. I wanted Aqua to call both his mothers "mom." I wanted him to value his life and see that the people around him loved him and needed him.

I didn't want Ai's death to be meaningless. I didn't want Ruby to lose her most important person. I didn't want Miyako to lose her son, Kana to never get to say "I love you," and Akane to never rebuild her relationship with Aqua.

I wish we'd gotten this and this and a spinoff manga about this.

All right, it's fine. Deep breaths. Time to stare at Ai art until I feel better. Here's a sketch Mengo did of her riding a dragon. Isn't that cute?

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Who do you think are the ten core characters of the series? Is there a difference for you between importance to narrative/narrative roles and regularity in appearance for you?

Yeah, appearance count and narrative role aren't the same thing. Like, a character can be super plot-relevant or relevant to the themes but not have much on-page time.

And it's a damn hard question. Like, HP has so many characters, but a lot of them are like, random NPCs, so let's see if I can do this without bias for my favorites (since the bias is here). The order isn't necessarily in the right order, but it's the order in which they came to my mind.

The first 3 core characters for the plot/narrative are obvious:

1. Harry Potter

2. Voldemort

3. Dumbledore

I think Harry is an obvious choice as the main character and narrator. I don't think he needs further explanation.

Dumbledore and Voldemort are examples of characters who technically don't have as much on-page time but are so incredibly integral to the narrative. I mean, in book 7, Voldemort is barely there, and Dumbledore is dead, but both of them are still at the helm of the narrative.

So, yeah, these gotta be the top 3.

The next 3, I think, are:

4. Ron Weasley

5. Hermione Granger

6. Severus Snape

Like, Ron and Hermione are Harry's best friends. They are super integral to the plot and narrative of the books and appear more than any other character besides Harry. Ron represents the wizarding world, he is the main member of Harry's surrogate family (the Weasleys) so he's so incredibly integral. Hermione is the brilliant muggleborn, she is eleven both for her active part in the story and also for what she is in this world with the blood status tensions.

Snape, while not appearing as much, is instrumental to the narrative as a whole and to how the plot goes down. Snape, as the double-triple agent that he is, is also pretty representative of the story's themes of love and sacrifice, which supports his narrative importance.

Then, the final 4 to reach 10 are a bit of a struggle for me, and I feel my biases rearing their head, but I'd go:

7. Sirius Black

Sirius is the first real parental figure who's competent and whom Harry truly trusts. Sirius' existence is both important to the themes (the black sheep of the Black family) and more so to Harry's personal arc. His death and Harry's grief over it are so prevalent in Harry's story far into Deathly Hallows. Also, he's relevant to the Secret Keeper plot and James' and Lily's deaths.

8. Reberus Hagrid

Hagrid is the person who introduces so many of the ideas we know of as part of the Wizarding World. He's Harry's (and ours) first guide to the magical world and remains instrumental in getting Harry and Co useful information throughout the books.

9. Peter Pettigrew

I mean, none of us would be here without this rat. He got James and Lily killed, he resurrected Voldemort, and he then accidentally saved Harry at Malfoy Manor. He's surprisingly important.

Number 10 was the hardest, and I considered a few characters, but I decided to go with:

10. Lily Potter

Lily has little to no page time. We don't know about her as much as we know about James, but I think she's more integral to Harry's story. She represents love strong enough to rebound a killing curse. She saved Harry, and her sacrifice protects him quite literally throughout the books. It's why he defeats Quirrell in book 1, it caused Voldemort to keep him alive long enough to escape in book 4, and it's potentially why he came back after dying. Lily and her death are big themes in the books for what it represents and what she represents more than just her as a character.

Both Lily and James haunt Harry's narrative, but I feel Lily does so a bit more. There's a reason "you have your mother's eyes" is emphasized so much. Harry at his core, is more similar to Lily than James. That and the love Lily represents are core aspects of the story.

So, these are my picks, I tried to be as objective as I could, 🤷🏻‍♀️

[elderberries-and-honey]

Good morning 🌄 In case you missed the news, I wanted to remind everyone that The Baudelaires are starting fresh. But I'd like to make note of a few things.

I have moved the old Baudelaire content to this blog for organizing purposes (still need to pick a theme and tag everything though). Their posts will still be here but I wanted to free up their tags but still make it available to read chronologically if desired. So I figured this would be the easiest way to do that.

The Baudelaires will still feature poses and whatnot. Like I'm not going to only be doing gameplay and this is still a story after all. But, unlike in the past, I'm going to try and use the game to determine the personalities, interests, hobbies, etc. and roll with some of the randomness it throws at me, and use the challenge rules to determine their fates where it calls for it.

We will be doing away with realistic aging. I went back and forth on this a ton and have decided that for the sake of gameplay, and my busy schedule, this is the easiest way for me to play and keep track of things. I also feel it won't get me sucked in too deep / heavy into exclusively posing and keep me interested in actually playing my pixels. I also really want to be able to enjoy each decade for longer and lean into tropes from the decades and feel this is the best way for me to do that.

Sadly, I'm also going to do away with telling an Irish history perspective. It was really hard to make that decision and it's still a hyper fixation of mine, but it feels like a larger project than I can handle right now. In the future, I think it could be really cool to explore that with a realistic timeline but, for now, we will put that to rest and save it for another day.

I really hope people aren't too disappointed with this choice and still feel connected to my story regardless, even if it's a bit less realistic. I'm feeling a little insecure about this decision solely for the fact most decades challenges use a realistic aging / time progression system and really like to lean into the realism aspect of it all. However, I know at the end of the day, this is supposed to be for me and this is what is best for where I'm at in life right now.

I also would like to add that I admire whatever way people choose to play their game and my decision is not a reflection of me not liking or enjoying the content that exists in this space. I adore the stories, and the dedication people have for telling a story that means something to them, regardless if they consider themselves more storytelling, gameplay or a mixture of both.

And to end on a happier note, I've been on my last vacation for the year so I have a lot in the queue and will be doing daily posts Monday - Friday, otherwise I'm going to get too far ahead of where you guys are in the story. If the queue starts to run out, I'll switch to Monday, Wednesdays, and Friday again. Baudelaires return starting on Monday morning @ 10:00 am cst! :3 Be there or be square 🫵🏻

[diangelodork]

DBDA nightly analysis #16!

tonight’s topic: the symbolism of edwin being thrust into hell vs. charles willingly plunging into it to save him.

(disclaimer: i am not christian anymore, but i will be discussing christian themes and symbols in depth.)

for those of you who are unfamiliar with the christian religion, it is important to know that snakes are a symbol of the devil, of hell, and of sin.

the origin of this is the tale of adam and eve, the first people within the christian religion. they were placed into a paradise and told by god that they could have everything there, save for the fruit from the forbidden tree. the devil then came to eve and, in the form of a serpent, convinced her to take from this tree, betraying her god’s word. this is why this animal is largely considered to be a symbol of the devil, sin, temptation, etc.

this is relevant to the fact that esther feeds her giant snake little girls to keep herself young. this is a connection to the sins she commits when sacrificing them to a symbol of evil. she is tempted, in the same way as eve was, by the fruit of the forbidden tree—youth, in her case.

now that we have established that this snake is representative of sin, it’s important to recall how they found out about it. in E1, when they are searching for becky aspen in esther’s house, edwin makes a discovery about the layout of the house and tries to simply peek inside the cabinet where he falls down into this cavern with the snake.

this can be considered a reference to how he unknowingly and without fault fell into hell at the hands of others. he was sacrificed to hell just as all of these little girls are sacrificed to hell and his fall here is a visual interpretation of that.

charles pulls him out and i think that this is rather impactful as well. though he escaped the real hell on his own the first time, charles has been his tether to the world outside of hell since they met. it is a stunning bit of imagery to show how, this time, he is being lifted out of hell by his now-established tether. it’s great foreshadowing as to how he will do the same later in the series.

in E6, edwin is dragged to actual hell a second time and, just like how we saw with charles pulling on the rope, he pulls him out this time too. he dives in with the knowledge that edwin has given to him from his initial time there. he is the one who helps edwin back out.

going back to the symbolic interpretation of hell, in E8 charles lunges into it purposely, just as he did with real hell. he chooses to dive into hell both times and he chooses to do it for edwin.

charles, in death, could have passed on without trouble, simply moving onto his afterlife, but he didn’t. he chose to stay with edwin and when edwin was dragged to hell, he chose to jump in after him.

his afterlife has been a series of choices that he’s gotten to make, but it’s not the same for edwin. he was thrust into darkness, whereas charles repeatedly jumps in with the light that edwin brought him to illuminate their way out together.

edwin, since his birth, was forced to conform in several different aspects of his life. being a queer man in as oppressive of a time as the mid 1910s, he was forced into the hell that is conformity. he was then forced into hell when he was made a sacrifice by his peers. he is then dragged back into hell by the creature that has tortured him for nearly 3/4 of a century. he fell into hell in E1 too with his accidental descent into the cupboard.

charles, on the other hand, chose to stay on earth rather than to pass on. charles chose to stay with edwin. he chose to go get him back in hell and he chose to jump back into the cabinet, fully aware of what was in there, to save edwin.

it’s also rather interesting to note how intentional he is about it. the fact that he not only chooses to go to hell, but knows what’s in there because of edwin is such a beautiful representation of why this story differs from others. two people, plucked from history and one chooses to follow the other, using the knowledge that the one who has existed for longer has accumulated from his trauma to then dive into that person’s trauma to save him is so powerful.

it’s so fascinating to have several examples of how edwin is forced into things whereas charles chooses the very same things.

[evilmskitty]

Jurassic World Chaos Theory and communication

Season 2 spoilers, be warned: long post ahead~

(Now that I’ve simmered down from my high horse, and can look back at the opinions from fresh out of the oven)

Communication is a big theme throughout season 2 (and 1 really), often highlighting major points in certain episodes.

Miscommunication and lack of communication, were often intertwined with different characters. Just to be clear, I am not a big fan of the miscommunication trope because it gets me pissed off. Mostly because it can be very realistic, which hits close to home sometimes. Brooklyn’s character and story line are majorly in this trope.

Brooklyn spends time working on shady shit to get a story and put an end to the shady shit. In doing so, we see her neglect maintaining her friendships/relationship because she’s using it to cope. Then said shady shit comes back to wreck her life up, which she knows can harm her friends. Brooklyn does try to include Darius in last minute but then it gets skewed after the awkward confession. She gets attacked, not expecting to be alone, in a trap set for her. She entertains the idea of staying dead when it’s presented to her. Vetoes it. Andddd then is shown that it’s still very dangerous for her to return and tell her friends. So back to staying dead, because it’s safer for everyone.

Brooklyn continues to be radio silent and in doing so misses a lot of what happens in season 1. I don’t think she knows the group was hunted down or why they were all in Africa other than tracking the Broker there. What she knows is glimpsed from the news, the Broker, and Ben. Her conversation with Ben does irritate me, however it shows how difficult both their situations are. Brooklyn is trying to keep them safe and Ben is trying to find proof she is alive/what happened/what they’re dealing with, neither are in a good spot to really reach out and actually break down what’s happening.

Ben is left to either keep his promise not to say anything or tell the group. We watch it cause him such a visceral reaction he has a panic attack. Once he calms down, he thinks it over. Ben makes the decision to tell the group, and is immediately thwarted for plot reasons the rest of the episode and those following. Which causes more doubt and the desperate scramble for more proof. It builds up and he reaches out to the most levelheaded person he trusts to talk him through it. Yaz. Once again is thwarted by plot and because the doubt is eating at him but so is the guilt. Yet that scene also shows the build of up different communication issues.

We’re seeing Kenji having self sacrificing tendencies (borderline suicidal which is another topic altogether) to avoid feeling the heavy burden of emotions, worrying the group. Darius is wandering off to hyperfixate on dinosaurs to avoid having to discuss his feelings (as one does) or make sure Zayna is okay (if I see anyone shipping them I will cringe into dust). Sammy is also mostly making sure Zayna’s okay but is actually dealing with her emotions (improving from season 1) along with Yaz.

Darius is tasked with talking to Kenji, who Yaz has tried to get through to, both of them getting nothing but the mask he puts up. It isn’t until Ben is stuck in the position of telling them about Brooklyn or keeping quiet does anyone get through to Kenji. Also due to Darius wanting to avoid talking about his emotions again. Ben gets through to Kenji, but Kenji doesn’t get to what’s eating at Ben.

All of these come together during the last 3 episodes. Brooklyn who is unaware that the phone was eaten by a hippo, thinks Ben went out of his way to find her there. Ben who is overly baffled that his friend is here in person and not dead doesn’t really know what to say, much less willing to argue anything. Kenji who is an outsider watching the exchange, festering emotions explode. The rest of the group watch in horror as their supposedly dead friend works with the Broker. When they all meet back up, Ben is confronted with trying to explain his side and there’s a lot being thrown at him. Darius takes lead because he knows this won’t help anyone (in the moment) and they need to get out of the facility. But also because he’s still reeling from everything as well. (Someone pointed out he’s due for his breakdown next season which is very likely that boy is going through it).

In the end, the very thing Brooklyn had gone quiet for, didn’t really matter. The group was still targeted even after her death. They still ended up in Africa at the research facility. Still experienced danger and possible death many times. But she doesn’t know the whole scale and is desperate to keep them safe. So she continues to shut them out, continuing to get as much evidence as she can without involving them just she doesn’t know which is less she’ll have to lie and so they don’t know so they won’t be in harm’s way.

(There’s also my whole thoughts on the confession scene which is another unreliable narrator/miscommunication trope. Darius acts as if he made a huge confession to Brooklyn, likely due to the guilt of not being there during the attack, when in reality it wasn’t. Brooklyn fresh off a break up with their mutual friend catches the slip of tongue to mean exactly what it actually means for Darius. Love, in love, and she reacts to it. Which fair, but it shows how both sides dealt with it. Brooklyn brushes it off, Darius can’t stop feeling ashamed for it.)

(The recent posts I made were hot flash opinionated and fresh from watching the show in full bc I’m a certified slacker and knew I would hyper-fixate if I watched it when I had shit to do)

[tixdixl]

Is there anything specific that you really love about your ocs?

Thank you so so much for asking this? First, I'm honored and incredibly appreciative of you for asking. And second, you really got me thinking about what I *do* love about them and why I continue to explore them even after 11 months of being in this fandom space.

So this is going to seem like a generic, generalized response, but it is something that applies to all of them.

I really love how each of my OCs, at least in my perspective, very very clearly can be traced back to their source materials while simultaneously being their own characters.

Starting with Oisín, Oisín from the get go was always meant to align both with "The Headless Horseman" and also dullahan mythology (specifically Irish and Scottish folklore). And yet, because of the way they evolved and the way I developed them in alignment with the narrative of "Twisted Wonderland", they became their own being. --- idk if folks even knew this. I never set out to have them shipped with Lilia. It entirely developed naturally and on its own. And it has turned into arguably my favorite ship out of all of them. The Headless Horseman??? Married to a Vampire???? Incredible. Amazing. 10/10

Then you have Kingsley and like... he is so at his core the Horned King, and every which way you look at his narrative, even his character development? It aligns itself in the way that the narrative of the "Chronicles of Prydain" unfolds. Even when he has his seige on the castle, it feels on par with the actions of the Horned King or any of the other antagonists from the series. His temperment and his personality? 100% - and yet his choices are his own. His narrative is his own. He gets the Cauldron. He gets to KEEP the Cauldron. Its HIS. Not Tarran's!!!!!

René, Rémi, and Eve are so painfully the main trio of "Swan Lake" (the ballet). And yet René's entire narrative and personality is contingent on a question that the ballet NEVER answers or even considers: "Who is Odile without Rothbardt?" And so the Odile we get in NRC, René, is my interpretation of who Odile would be when alone. How she would act if functioning on her own and without the evil magician. So sure, René is Odile. But René also is René. And only René.

Emil holds an incredibly special place in my heart where this theme is concerned. I don't think many people are aware of the anti-semitism in "Tangled". So when I thought of the idea of a Dame Gothel expy, I went in with the idea of creating a Gothel who just was Jewish coded but not a charicature. I incorporated elements from the original Rapunzel tale, the adaptation of "Into the Woods", "Tangled", and added flavor in the form of jewish beliefs and jewish customs. It's resulted into a character who is very very clearly Gothel in his narrative and in his personality and in his relationships, but he isnt restricted by the narrative or characterization as depicted by Disney. He has grown beyond that just like the beanstalk that ended up in his bestie's backyard. Also-- his Overblot? Chef's kiss.

Xiáng is ESPECIALLY fun here. Because when I originally created him, I didn't have a Disney character in mind. He showed up an amalgamation of different ideas and themes from stories I've read recently that I really enjoyed. And then @inmateofthemind popped into my DMs and asked me if Xiáng was twisted from Crikee from "Mulan". And I sat there. And i looked at all the drawn comparisons. And i couldn't deny.... the parallels were to strong not to lean into it. And the more I leaned into it? The more and more he showed himself to BE Crikee. And yet he so ISNT!!!!!! It's honestly so fun.

Sefu is also really fun, because they came from a rewatch of Lion King 2: Simba's Pride with @ramshacklerumble . And I honestly just gave myself permission to take the idea of Zira and REALLY LEAN into the yandere, creepy territorial fan aspect of her character. It also gave me the opportunity to explore how I personally think Zira's dynamic with Scar looked like, based on the implications set out by the film. We never get to see it in the media, which means that Sefu does have the opportunity to expand beyond the scope of Disney, and I do get to determine how much Leona actually can't stand them lol.

Alphonse too is such a fun one. Because his source material depicts the Wellies as incredibly static and yet emotionally driven characters, I get the opportunity to explore the question "What would allow the Wellies (from "Giselle" the ballet) to actually move on and rest in the after life?" It's also a fun opportunity to explore the very blurred lines between fae and ghosts in older Anglo/Irish folklore, as the Wellies were supposed to be inspired by the Otherfolk.

If you're still reading this- thank you so much for sticking around?? Genuinely, I appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed the read. If you want more specific details about any of the things mentioned, please don't hesitate to ask!

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@cyanide-latte @winterweary @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @boopshoops

@lumdays @twstinginthewind @inmateofthemind

[mountain--bones]

4/11: They Lament, But We Rejoice

(Some personal ramblings which also can function as day 1 of the Sol System's Alterhuman Writing Challenge!)

While I was showering yesterday I, as I often do, got lost in thought. I was thinking about myself and the path my life has taken, and how I've learned to relate to myself in a holistic way – flaws and all.

As I was thinking, I remembered some lyrics to a song I'd heard, but I couldn't remember the rest of the song or what it was called.

"'Cause when I saw my demons I knew them well and welcomed them"

This idea resonates with me a lot. Partially, it resonates in terms of my personality; I try my very best to accept the flaws in myself, and find the value in what they represent and connect to in my holistic self.

But, even more so, it's very easy to see my nonhuman self in this. I've come to understand that I am, at my core, something monstrous. I've related that inner, spiritual self to many different things before – a deity, an eldritch beast, an ancient spirit – but one of the first things I found myself thinking of it as was a demon.

I didn't think of it as demonic in a religious sense; it was more that it struck me as deeply, almost intrinsically adversarial to many of the things which are valued in the mainstream spirituality of western culture. It was chaos, animality, instinct, decomposition, death. And so: a demon.

When I found my demon, I knew it well, and welcomed it.

Given the melody of the song, it was pretty clear that the intended message was not one of radical reclamation of a self that would conventionally be considered abhorrent. So then I was curious – what's it really about?

And that's what made this so impactful and fascinating to me.

The song is The Lament of Eustace Scrubb, by the Oh Hellos.

Eustace Scrubb. If there's any character that stands out as an impactful early influence on my nonhumanity, it's Eustace Scrubb. But what's funny is how for me (and I'm sure a lot of other nonhuman folks), Eustace Scrubb is a character who represented an enigma – a contradiction to something which I so fervently craved.

For those who aren't familiar, Eustace Scrubb is a character from the Chronicles of Narnia whose selfishness led him to be turned into a dragon. And he hates it. He's so miserable about being a dragon instead of the boy he's meant to be. I couldn't understand it as a kid. Why would he hate being a dragon? Why would he want to be human?

The Lament of Eustace Scrubb is a song which was symbolically inspired by the struggle of this character – a lament about the loss of some valuable, sacred aspect of humanity, beneath layers of flaws and faults.

Here's the full lyrics.

Brother, forgive me We both know I'm the one to blame 'Cause when I saw my demons I knew them well and welcomed them I knew them well and welcomed them

But I'll come around I'll come around

Father, have mercy I know that I have gone astray 'Cause when I saw my reflection It was a stranger beneath my face It was a stranger beneath my face

But I'll come around I'll come around Someday

When I touch the water They tell me I could be set free

It's very easy, given context, to see the Christian themes here – especially given than the Chronicles of Narnia are also a deeply, explicitly Christian work.

But that just makes it more interesting how, reading these lyrics in the way I naturally want to in spite of the context, I find a meaning in them that's entirely opposite to what's intended – one that's positive and healing.

When I saw my demons, I knew them well and welcomed them.

When I saw the parts of myself that were unacceptable in society's eyes, instead of shunning them, I reached out. I offered them a welcoming hand. To embrace myself in a genuine way has always been more important than following along with what I'm told is "right".

Brother, forgive me – humanity, forgive me – because when I saw the monster inside me, I turned from humanity without a second thought, and without a single regret. The "demon" in me opened my eyes, set me free from rules and structures and beliefs which I never belonged or fit within.

I chose the monster over my humanity. I don't need humanity to forgive me for that, but there's something striking about the idea of regret. Not the regret of my path, or who I am; just a quiet regretfulness to betray something which utterly needed to be betrayed.

'Cause when I saw my reflection It was a stranger beneath my face

My reflection shows a human face. The stranger underneath – the self that I had never been allowed to be. It was a stranger to me, at first. I didn't know myself, because I had never been taught how to. I'd been taught how to speak and how to act, and all that ever amounted to was layers and layers of masks, obscuring the heart of me underneath them.

The grief here, for me, isn't that the stranger is inhuman. The grief is that the deepest part of me, that lay beneath the facade, was a stranger. That I didn't recognise my true self underneath, because it was hidden by the body showed in my reflection, and all the different ways I'd been taught to act as I "should" in a body like this.

When I touch the water They tell me I could be set free

A reflection in a pool. The surface shows a human face, but there's something stranger underneath it.

Touch the water. Break the reflection. Free the you which you've never let yourself be.

See what I'm saying here?

It's striking because this is so completely not what is intended by the lyrics of this song, and yet it forms such a meaningful picture of what nonhumanity is to me. It's striking because, like the story of Eustace Scrubb, there's joy and freedom and actualisation found in a concept that is presented as, and intended to be, something horrible.

The inhumanity is supposed to be a curse.

But for me, embracing my nonhuman self – welcoming my demons, the stranger in my reflection – was a release from a curse that I didn't know I was burdened with.

There's something deeply poignant in here for me. Something which felt worth writing about.

[hoshigray]

this fucking manga bro..

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At your side [End of Season 2]

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[shadystranger]

this moment so fucked up💀

[boxwinebaddie]

HI Uncle Nina <3 Can we hear about how your Rm!Style met as kids?

listen, you guys. i am SO excited for this!!! words cannot express how excited it makes me when i get to talk about the prequel, like they are sooo stikin' cute in the prequel!!! ilysm baby raven and jersey. MWAH!

*eldritchhorror!kenny!nina cracks knuckles n opens up a portal* okay girls, gays n gays, we're going on a field trip,

TO THE PAST!

( i’m chaotic bi ms. frizzle in the pink y2k hello kitty bus )

so, i gotta be honest, my friends, i don't know EXACTLY how old the boys are, but i am gonna say they are anywhere between 6-8 y/o. it's summer time and the broflovski's have just moved to southern park, colorado from sheila's hometown in new jersey...and have moved in right next door...to the marsh family, namely:

ravenstanley r.w. marsh.

who i am using as a primary narrator...FOR ONCE!

because to tell you this was the best day of his life was an goddamn understatement...to tell you that this changed his life, even, is a fkn understatement because this moment, this fateful day GAVE HIS ENTIRE LIFE MEANING. meeting kyle broflovski...was Everything.

again, it wasn't just like 'oh, this boy who moved next door to me is kinda cute, i might have a crush on him'

It Was Dead Serious, Guys.

a teeny tiny, itsy bitsy, ickle ravenstanley marsh heard a single loud, angry, brutal note of the kyle broflovski new jersey slaughterhouse and was immediately irreversibly head over heels IN LOVE with him.

fresh from jersey kyle asked stan if he could open his fresca and the man's synesthesia was flashing, spinning, ringing and dinging like he was playing the world's biggest slot machine and just hit JACKPOT.

and that was before he got a good look at him because...

Wooooowza. <3

all the hundreds of little freckles speckled over his skin like sun-stars, his big, beautiful curly red hair, his gorgeous, glowering mean, green eyes ravenstan was legitimately Breathtaken by kyle's beauty, omfg.

however, the funniest part abt all of this to me is that poor sweet pre!rm rae is legitimately having divine visions and hearing angelic choirs, meanwhile pre!rm jers is just staring blankly at this weird, giant-eyed freaky mouth-breathing rural colorado kid ( who ig is his neighbor now, smh ) that's just staring up at him and sweating and shaking and looks like he's having a Stroke.

edit: i forgot to describe what they looked like so know that ravenstan had come out of the house because his mom told him to say hi to the neighbors and help them with boxes and stuff, say hi to their son, etc.

i think his hair is shoulder length, but its in a lil ponytail, he's in randy's gigantic black sabbath t-shirt, probably has a gigantic edgy boy temp tattoo of a skull or a snake on his neck, smh, little like hot wheels, boy section of target-esqe stickers all over his face and arms, little other edgy elementary school boy marker tattoos on his arms because he literally has always been a rockstar.

meanwhile, jersey, in canon ncu baby kyle fashion, is wearing his gigantic kyle signature orange coat and green ushanka IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER because he is self conscious and sheila bought both on sale at the mall during summer when the winter stuff is all half up because she's a thrifty queen and wants him to get wear out of them and break them in...smh.

so he is sweating like hell and just wants to get his fresca open, which is very vintage and still comes in the bottle.

but regarding The Fresca Of Fate,

stan Does eventually ( open / it. )

...in the most chaotic, unhinged way possible, btw.

which is that baby ravenstan bites, rips and twists the cap off with his teeth like a feral fucking animal ( which i think happened because he was legitimately panicking like holy shit, what do i do, what the Fuck do i doooo?!?! i don't know how to get this open but the beautiful spotty boy w/ the perfect voice asked me to do it, so ¡oRALE! )

note: it is this party trick that he'd seen randy do a couple of times and just replicated, but totally ripped his lip open in the process, btw.

anyways, rae hands the fresca back to baby jersey and because he is a fkn idiot but also a superstar ( i love u raven ) shoots kyle the signature stanley marsh wink-peace sign-finger gun combo wombo.

and jersey is just SHOOK because that was, in fact, criminally insane, but also...kinda cool? and an oddly touching gesture because he could have just handed the bottle back or said go fuck yourself, new kid! because he didn't give a shit about this kid from next door and his parents were both busy...but wanted kyle to have his little drinky poo so bad that he literally busted his lip open turning into a can-opener for ky...and did the cutest, weirdest most awkward hand-sign ever.

tldr; it was brave and reckless and boyish and radiant. and kyle, who usually is highly disgusted by the germs of other people...finds that brings the lip of the fresca bottle to his with ease, sips his drink, which tastes like victory and probably a bit like cinnamon red hots, watches his weirdo neighbor give him the wink peace sign finger gun combo and is so weirdly endeared by this that he...

gives stan a rare kyle smile and even rarer kyle laugh. :’)

and this is so glorious and gorgeous to ravenstan that he literally cannot breathe, his heart is pounding in his chest, he is fkn shaking, goes to say something and immediately THROWS UP ALL OVER KYLE AND PASSES OUT. skhdlksahdsh HEEEEELP NO.

but yeah...that's how dad and dad met. please note that in canon ncu fashion ravenstan followed jersey around like a lovesick puppy, ignoring all of the kids trying to get his attention and play with him, desperate for kyle to acknowledge his existence for literally five seconds or accept his offer of being super best friends...

all the while, jerseykyle is trying to get away from him because he doesn't like other people, doesn't want to be friends, just wants to be left alone and be alone skhdld and is like weird kid with the giant eyeballs PLEASE FUCK OFF ( this does make stan fall more in love with him, stan i need you to go to therapy for the type of guys u like ) and this apathy and disinterest continues until...

stan takes the stark's pond hockey puck for him.

and suddenly, kyle's cold dead heart starts beating again, he sees ravenstan in the hospital recovering from slicing his face and mouth open again, who smiles so hard he RIPS his stitches open again, smh and from that moment on, they are Super Best Friends.

but both secretly want something more, legend says.

-uncle nina, obsessed with the prequel <3