#does that make sense...? it feels really weird.

[aloeverawrites]

So it's been, ten years now? And I wanted to tell you all "The story of how the blueberries have been settling into life with humans and vice versa".

Civilisation's taking some time to adjust. Some people remember the war and hate blueberries, some blues feel the same way.

Some absolutely love the blueberries and I'm one of them. I actually have one living in my house, her name's Anna. I mean, I named her Anna I don't really know how to say her blue name, I don't have the mental capability of that. You have to have a sense only blueberries have to fully speak their language and my translator app can only do so much.

A lot of people have started having blueberries as pets, or the blueberries have started keeping us as pets? We disagree on who is whose pet, although we can kind of agree that the cats control us all. As they should. You haven't lived until you've seen a blueberry scrambling across the floor trying to run away from a cat that's insisting on an early dinner time. It's peak.

That said blueberries don't often get to interact with cats, see we have to take a special kind of antibiotic to kill bacteria we have that's fine for us, but not so great for them and vice versa. The blues are pretty similar to fungi except not that at all (I know, biologists are scrambling to keep up) so they have to make sure we don't catch anything weird from them either. Our medicines are doing better with our joint efforts but people and blues who cohabitate often have slightly worse immune systems than people who don't live with them. Sorry I shouldn't say people and blues, blues are people too tbh. Weirdly enough though, people who live with blues can see better and blues who live with people can hear and most blues can't really hear well at all. We don't understand it either. (The biologists really need to get to stepping with this.) So about the cat thing, we have to feed our cats a special food so their gets don't, you know, kill our homies. And not all cats take to it, so yeah not many blues live with cats. I am the lucky exception. Seeing them interact is just so funny.

We love the species we evolved with on earth with, don't get me wrong, but. It's been really nice to be able to talk, in the limited ways we can, to another species that has advanced technology and figured out space travel. Even if they have done better at space travel then us, and also technology in general. We're not resentful. :/ They do make fun of us for our spaceships and lack of ability to survive in space tho and it is very rude.

Anyway, also their translators have helped us speak to other species on earth, we've made huge advancements from that. Who knew spiders would be so good at engineering? (Well, spiders. The spiders knew that.)

Also, guess what we just discovered? It's so great, apparently the leaders from just before the invasion, were super disdainful about humans and also lower level blues so they sent their scientists to investigate us and find the worst ways to torment us. Similar to how things were on earth before the class war, the worst leaders didn't really listen to their scientists and activists much, so the lower level blues were kind of fed up with them too.

They liked humans and didn't really want to hurt us, so they told their leaders that humans hated things that we actually liked, like three day workweeks, and waygu beef. They also threw in the strawberry thing because, well if they're going to trick their leaders they might as well get something out of it and they had tasted strawberries when they were out in the field. They were never going back to a strawberry less existence.

So yeah, the kinder blueberries were covering humanity's ass back before we even knew they existed. I love those guys. (Well most of them-)

I'm writing this with Anna sleeping on my chest right now (does she sleep? Hibernate? Meditate? Nobody knows.) Life is a lot more peaceful now that we stopped letting the cruelest members of our species dictate how things were gonna go for everyone else.

The alliance between blues and humans has been great, as has the alliance between humans and every other species. We're pretty much all vegan now, nobody's killing anyone else. Plus lab grown food is super advanced now.

Yeah it's... nice. It just really shows that if you focus on caring about others, instead of hating them, the world can be a way more beautiful place for you all.

We've also been working together on a galactic defence program in case another alien species wants to get us both. We're also a little worried about the blue mainplanet changing policies and coming after us? Their base on Mars is basically a colony, shared with humans in exchange for letting them live on earth too.

The blues are considering sending some humans over as peacekeepers to begin immigrating to the blue planet and keep a solid human presence there to remind everyone not to, you know, kill us all. Also so they don't turn on the colony blues. We're trying to improve their technology so they can keep in touch with their home planet and keep them more united and maintain peace with the home world. (Also I will confess. We did create a new form of social media for them to keep them connected and now the blues are doing stupid lil dances across the lightyears. I know. Honestly we might have given the home world a reason to want to fight humanity-)

It's been working so far. It might not work forever. But, we'll deal with that day when we come to it. Humanity has dealt with worse. But we have peace now, and we're not going to waste it. We know how hard we fought for it, how many people died. So I'm going to stop writing and follow Anna's led and take a nap. My own version of peace in a peaceful world. The war can wait until we wake up.

"Dear earthlings, prepare to be my slave!" Announced the alien. "You will have to work 3 entire days from Monday to Wednesday, you will only get A5 wagyu steak for meals, and if that isn't cruel enough you'll have to work 2 entire torturing hours of picking strawberries every single work day!"

[unsolicited-opinions]

Hi ! I’m lurking through your blog and you seem very mature, like in a way that’s rare to find. I naively had similar beliefs as a teen but now feel like I’m never radical enough or useless, I felt like I lost myself and I wanted to ask how do you stay confident in your mindset.

Old, Anon.

The word you're looking for is old.

Aging is weird.

The truth is that I don't stay confident in my mindset.

I think that's mostly a good thing, because the reflex to defend a mindset can drive you to bypass genuine listening and reconsideration when presented with new information or new ideas.

Mindsets can get tangled up in feelings, fallacies, and cognitive biases.

I try instead to stay open and skeptical, especially of myself. That uncertainty keeps me checking in with my beliefs. It helps me pause before posting, read people I disagree with, and listen when people disagree in good faith.

Maybe you're really asking something deeper, Anon.

You mentioned feeling like you're never radical enough, or that maybe you've lost yourself.

That disorientation, that sense of being not enough for the tribe you're supposed to belong to is real.

It's especially brutal when you actually care about justice...but your community starts measuring morality by loyalty, shibboleths and performed tribal rituals instead of by integrity.

You're not alone in feeling this way.

____

I've been trying to understand what's happening when a wide variety of people get angry at me.

In the past week alone, no shit, I've had each of the following spit at me as contemptuous invective by someone on Tumblr in Replies, Asks, or Reblogs:

Communist!

Liberal!

Centrist!

Nazi!

Boot-licking Fascist!

I've been trying to figure out what it is I'm doing which is so upsetting to so many people across so many ideological camps.

My working hypothesis:

Consistency is a strangely radical trait to display publicly in a polarized society and it is deeply offensive to people on either end of the horseshoe.

Below are moral principles which I think always apply.

These aren't slogans or moral flexes.

I often want to check and re-calibrate my own internal tools for moral navigation, and that's what this sort of thing does for me.

They're guardrails which help me avoid going off the road of human decency or straying from my core moral beliefs. They're also not comprehensive or universal - they're just some examples which are useful and meaningful for me.

Every People Has a Right to Exist

All of them.

You don't have to love every culture. You don't have to endorse every political entity, but no group deserves to be erased.

If your activism involves erasing a people physically, culturally, or symbolically, you're not doing liberation work.

Oppression Doesn't Excuse Oppression

Being hurt doesn't give you a free pass to hurt others. Nothing justifies massacres. Bigotry and violence don't become righteous when they're flipped upside down.

If we cheer atrocities when "our side" commits them, we're not opposing violence, we're promoting it.

Human Rights Are Universal

Women's rights matter in Afghanistan and in the US.

LGBTQ+ rights matter in Iran and in Florida. The right to protest matters in Gaza, Georgia, and Tehran.

Free speech matters even when it protects people you disagree with.

If we bring up human rights to attack our enemies but excuse our allies when they do the same, we're making human rights which should be universal into something selective and tribal.

Targeting Civilians is Never Acceptable

Drone strikes. Suicide bombings. School shootings. Pogroms. Doesn't matter who's doing it or why. Targeting civilians is always wrong.

Moral Agency Applies to Everyone

People and movements must be judged by what they do, not by the story they tell about themselves.

This includes the US, Hamas, Russia, MAGA, antifa, the IDF, radical feminists, the Ayatollah, and your favorite TikToker.

If you treat any group as too victimized to be morally responsible, you're infantilzing and dehumanizing them. It's not compassion, it's condescension.

Oppressed ≠ pure.

Powerful ≠ evil.

The Ends Don't Justify Inhumane Means

If a "revolution" regularly promotes torture, genocide, authoritarianism, or child soldiers...it's not a liberation movement.

If a cause requires mass deception or mass suffering to work, the cause should be revised or abandoned.

"By any means necessary" can go very wrong very quickly and this phrase should not be used often, casually, or as an abdication of moral responsibility.

Peace and Justice Require Listening

You don't build a better future by eradicating your enemies. You build it by figuring out how to share space with people you may never fully agree with.

Justice requires truth and accountability...then forgiveness and coexistence.

When movements start purging dissent, silencing disagreement, and chasing utopias through destruction...that's when they start becoming the thing they claimed to fight.

Right now:

Identity is treated as morality, and power is treated as sin.

Being "on the right side" means never having to check yourself.

Rage/outrage is mistaken for moral clarity.

Empathy is weaponized against an enemy, not leveraged to relieve suffering.

The loudest performers are drowning out those who are working meaningfully and materially for peace.

A large number of us have abandoned consistent principles and ended up cheering for monsters...mostly because the monsters hate the same people we do.

So I try to hold onto moral principles that don't change based on who's in power, or who's claiming victimhood. Moral principles which focus on alleviation of suffering and promotion of justice, not on revenge or the balancing of scales. Principles which prioritize action over performance, and rational universalism over tribalism.

To be clear, I don't think doing this makes me neutral or right.

But I do hope it makes me trustworthy.

---

Anon, if you're feeling lost or like you're not "radical enough," maybe ask yourself:

Are you anxious about being faithful to your values...or just to your group?

Are you sacrificing thought for belonging? Are you sacrificing your own moral principles for social acceptance?

Where did you get the idea that there's some threshold of being "radical enough," and that other people can set that threshold without your consent?

Solidarity without principle isn't justice. It's just one's preferred (or socially acceptable) flavor and direction of selective injustice.

So...what beliefs/principles/values do you hold as sacred no matter what group they're applied to?

---

The quiet moments when you're alone with your conscience are the ones which will tell you who you are.

So don't worry about falling short of perfection, Anon- everyone falls short of that.

And maybe don't worry about falling short of other people's standards either - because it'll never be possible to satisfy them, and you don't owe them a performance or allegiance to their standards.

You owe yourself consistent commitment to your standards.

___

If you feel like you're "never radical enough" or that you've lost yourself somewhere along the way, consider the possibility that you're just experiencing the natural results of trying to be honest and true to yourself in a dishonest, inconsistent, polarized, tribal, performative, reactionary, dangerous time.

Managing that can be difficult and unpleasant, but even just making the attempt takes courage...and you're already working on it.

That's more than most people ever manage.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jason, Bruce, Dick, and Tim had returned to the Batcave. Most of them managed to avoid getting affected by the strange gas Joker had made, except for Jason. He wasn’t cackling or anything, but he felt high as a kite.

Jason (high from Joker toxins): Why is there a spider in my eye?

Bruce (worried monotone voice as he held up a hand): How many fingers am I holding up?

Jason (seeing many, many hands): Is infinity an answer?

Bruce: I'll circle back to that. You're not smiling or cackling, what are you feeling?

Jason: Not homicidal... I don't feel like smiling everything is just really, really, really, really, really, really, really-

Bruce: Stop saying really.

Jason: Everything looks really realistic and wobbly.

Tim (holding a water bottle): Realistic in a hyper way?

Bruce (glancing at Tim with a glare): Walk away. Walk the frick away. I don't want to hear that word again!

Tim chuckled, walking away, since he and Duke had been using that word a lot to annoy Bruce when describing anything.

Jason (talking slowly): This might make... more sense. You ever smoked... weed, but it was your first time trying... and... the guy who gave you the joint is shady... and it’s in a weird bong that looks like the lamp from Aladdin?

Bruce: ...There was this one time in Germany— No, no, I have not! I remember a friend describing being high from marijuana and that is an accurate description. Not me though I wouldn't dare touch that... devil lettuce.

Alfred (knowing smirk): Oh sure, you only went to Germany to learn about your ancestors?

Bruce: I’m dying on that hill that I went Germany for that reason. Anyway, you think you’ll be alright, Jason?

Jason shrugged, blinking rapidly.

Bruce: You’re seeing something. What is it?

Jason: I… I'm seeing a man made of shadows wearing a… fedora. I see him at night sometimes.

Bruce (used to that man): That's the Hat Man. He won't hurt you. Does he have an Australian accent to you too?

Jason: I thought I was the only one who heard that accent! Holy crap! If I stare at him, the world stops shaking. So... that’s helping.

Bruce: That’s reassuring. Continue staring at the Hat Man until I can get you an antidote.

Jason (monotone): Okay… You should probably take this... knife from me, or I’ll stab my eye to get rid of the spider.

Jason held up a hunting knife, nearly knocking Bruce back. His father cautiously took the knife and then walked off to go back to his desk in the Batcave.

Jason (talking to Hatman): So you did meet him… Yeah, he's not a complete asshole. He used to be way worse.

Dick had been silently watching the exchange with Bruce, Jason and then the Hat Man. While he couldn't see the man made of shadows currently, he had before. He leaned back, eyes wide in shock and slight terror.

Tim: Are you okay?

Dick: Not really. I thought the Hat Man was an imaginary friend or hallucination. Why is he real?

Tim: I’m not sure, but you get used to him. He just watches us while we sleep and feeds on our fears. Nothing too terrifying.

Dick: Nothing too— You know what? I’m just going to accept this reality and make some coffee.

Tim: Make me a cup of tea while you’re in the kitchen.

[skreel-the-red-thing]

OKAY time for a review. I was… midly convinced by the sequel. In my opinion it’s a not so bad movie plagued by a not so good writing. I’m going to be vulgar at some point, don’t mind me that’s my way of coping. Let’s dive.

MIND THE SPOILERS OFC

What’s bad :

- Let’s adress the elephant in the room to get rid of it : « Nile can remove immortality » is bullshit. It's so stupid, it means that if by mistake she hurts Joe or Nicky in training then paf ! RIP gay people. I don’t buy it and I don’t think anybody here does. I understand they needed a threat for the gang, but why not just threaten them to lock them up in iron coffins, Quynh’s style ? Like, you established the worst fate for an immortal in  the first movie, why not use it again ?

- Speaking of Quynh. My girl is out of water with no trauma, speaking perfect english (language of those who locked her up. Mh.) and not insane ? Eh, a bit disappointing.

- No enough labrys in my opinion.

- Booker. Booker, Booker, Booker. He's my favorite character so I'm very pissed off *spit a bullet*. Ngl, I expected him to die and it didn't seem like such a bad idea. BUT THE EXECUTION WAS TERRIBLE. My man deserved so much better, he has almost no development, no redemption arc and he dies like shit, mostly out of selfishness: he knew Andy was as tired of life as he was, but he preferred to die and hand her the hot potato without asking her opinion. Erf. Also they both could have walked through that door, the “sacrifice” doesn't make any sense I'M GOING TO BREAK SOMETHING

- JoeNicky try not be captured challenge.

- Also Joe and Nicky had an argument at the beginning of the movie about Booker and Joe lying, and they made up while talking about something entirely different LIKE HELLO? The conflict isn't resolved here. It was cute tho, we like declaration and foreheads touch.

- HOWEVER. Nicky saying "ti amo" and Joe not responding ? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO TO THERAPY ?? Joe, when your husband says "ti amo", even if you feel guilty because you're lying to him, you say "ti amo" back.

- Do I need to point out what a flat character Discord is? I couldn't care less about her. Even pharma bro in the first film was more menacing.

- WHERE'S COPLEY? Like at the end, the guy might be dead, we don't know. Schrödinger's Copley.

- Tuah is... here. He has potential, but he's underdeveloped, so I don't have much to say. From my point of view, he's a bit of cannon fodder for the next film, to sacrifice his immortality to Quynh.

- Shall we talk about the dreams  stuff ? Well, it never really made any sense, either in the first film or in the comics. Like Nile dreams about Quyhn but Booker don’t ? Weird. And now ? Oh boy. Tuah dreaming about all the others but they don’t. And Discord ? Seriously, when you set up a mythology, you've got to make it logical, otherwise how are we suppose to write coherent fanfictions afterwards?

- I fucking HATE cliffhangers. Especially since  we've waited 5 years for this movie, and knowing Netflix's cancellation policy. At any point, Joe, Nicky, Nile and Tuah remain in a vacuum packing for eternity because we won't get a third movie.

NOW WHAT’S GOOD !

- Okay. I complain a lot, but I was super happy to see the sequel and to get to see again these characters that I love so much. I'm waiting for third movie to bring them all back to me. Yes, even you Booker. I'm delulu about him.

- I liked the vibe a lot ! It was less dark than the first movie, with more moments to breathe and appreciate the atmosphere between the characters. Special mention to the dinner scene after the first mission, I'm delighted to know that drunk Nicky snores like a boar.

- The film was more beautiful and colorful than the first one, and direction was better in my opinion, especially the fight scenes and choreography.

- NILE IS COOL! Her McGuffin role sucks, but it's not her fault, and besides that every time she was on screen I was like “damn, what a gigantic charisma she got!” . My girl is so stunning it hurts. Also the double spear ? Made for her.

- I still like Booker more than anything. I still like the fact that he jumped the second he had the opportunity to end himself. I just think it could have been handled better.

- « Has she spoken of me ? » « She never stopped. » MAYBE I DIED THERE.

- I'm relieved to finally have the answer to the question “If they cut off a limb, how does it heal?” and for that I thank Joe's thumb and Booker's head in the maze.

- I didn't get any sapphic kiss and that’s a shame, but the AndyQuynh relationship was cool anyway. Special mention to the whole reunion sequence, with Andy passing through the eras with the team in background, it was the most beautiful part of the movie.

- The soundtrack was better handled than in the first film. It doesn't look like much, but for me it was a major flaw, so I'm glad they've sorted it out.

IN CONCLUSION it was... okay. Now let's go another five years of waiting.

[ganondoodle]

as funny as this scene is ... toby and the team are very good at combining humor and serious things (or rather, the humor works so well bc it has a solid base? idk words) the longer i think about it the 'worse' it gets

even with them trash talking each other constantly its so obvious that they still care (they share so many phrases and themes you cant even tell who got what from whom.. though i suppose its more likely spamton got them from Tenna .... but also he would have had to be there for quite a while to have so many similarities) even if its complicated- and like, spamton kind of sounds so genuinely happy here?? and the fact he (if you have the dealmaker) comes out of your inventory on his own here when Tenna talks to himself about being at his lowest and wishing him back (more or less) is kinda heartbreaking to me????? for all i know (cut me some slack its been a long time) we dont know why spamton never came back or left in the first place (and there is the thought of ... would he have even been able to come back given that they are all tied to physical objects and to get Tenna to safety later -if you dont let him die- susie literally has to carry him away) and even if its some sense of resentment or pride or shame or something that made him stay away/avoid him, NOW that you got him here and he hears and sees this he actually makes a move????????

for all that spamton is weird and kinda fucked up for unkown(?) reasons, treated badly (even if for good reason(??) i dont remember everything of the first chapters) and everything im just so?? he could have just stayed in your inventory like hes done before but he doesnt

but you also cant really blame Tenna for reacting the way he does here (and yes i do think he knew it was spamton and the overblown reaction was mostly trying to think of soemthing to do bc HOW would you handle this?? and also i do think he could be petty about it but also maybe overreacting ... i know how it feels to overreact in weird ways ahaha- just .. i get it but, dude, why q-q)- you were hiding and he was talking to himself and then spamton just freakinge appears in front of him like that (when Tennas desperate attempt to avoid being thrown away fails, no matter how far he went, when everything is falling apart, when its kinda .. too late) after who knows how long of silence, knowing literally nothing about where he went or why (yet he still kept the pipis.......)---

and then how spamton says hes never gonna do that again, while understandably so and very funny in the moment, im just so .... the one time he actually does seem to try to reconnect (?) with someone he seems to have actually genuinely cared about he gets rejected like that (for also understandable reasons aaaaah) and swears to never try that again ......................................................

blaming each other for their downfall but still caring and then fumbling the one chance they get to meet again im so .............................................. fine about it.

(and not to derail but why .... why is it so easy to let Tenna disappear or die ..............?? even if you do all the nice things if you dont go to the hub after church (if thats possible, i dont ...actually know), or dont give him to mettaton, toriel throws him out and once it rains and hes outside its like the last chance to get him to safety (and most people would probably avoid going there before the church bc you are told to go home when its raining and most would then check everything else first and end up in the church at night.. skipping out on finding him outside in the rain and after that he is just gone??? (i think?)- ALSO if you dont recruit enough/are nice enough Susie says she still went back and searched for him in the dark world (i love her so much) but couldnt find him and the other NPCs refused to help out.................. the boarded up tv room in the hub??? arhj my heart man q-q .......... and when you actually break him the broken TV just stays in the room????????? at least spamton can just chill in your inventory nfjksbfshfkjnfksl)

((also also ...i found it weird you dont get to see susie help him in the dark world or the sealing of the fountain there, i know its at the end of the chapter and sth happens with Kris and the shelter but ... i think thats the only time we havent seen the actual sealing?? and then she tells you what happened if you interact with the TV instead ... i do love the highly missable dialog of her telling you she found and patched Tenna up with the help of the other NPCs if you got them all recruited though.... qwq))

(sorry these thoughts have been spiraling around sicne i woke up today and i literally could not concentrate on work at all bc i kept ... thinking about it .... either way these all all just current incoherent thoughts im throwing around........ i hope we get to see Tenna again later on, though i kind of doubt that)

[stinkyboyfaliure]

I reworked my date everything fic idea

Volt and Eddie, Dorian, and Cam x autistic! FTM! Reader

Tw: depictions of severe depression, suicidal ideation, and eating disorders

Read doesn’t have any friends due to being “too weird” for other people and not understanding social cues or social norms their entire life. When reader got the glasses he was excited because he’d finally have friends.

Reader manages to get everyone in the house to hate them except Dorian, Celia, Shelly, Beverly, Cam, Shelley, Beau, and Florence. The last straw for the reader is when they get Eddie and Volt to hate them.

Reader starts to neglect their physical health and ends up sleeping in the closet on the floor because it’s the only place they feel safe anymore (reader cleaned out the closet. Reader starts to neglect their physical health, going days without eating or dirnking anything except water and if he does eat it’s not in the house he goes out to eat.

Reader developes an eating disorder and his already present depression becomes severe due to feeling guilty and feeling the need to punish himself for being ‘bad’. Dorian and the rest are worried sick.

Reader goes days without showering and is really paranoid about upsetting anyone else.

Reader reaches a breaking point when there’s a short power outage but nothing turns back on, on their own. So reader goes to the breaker box and gets yelled at my a electric blue volt to get out, they lash out at volt yelling that they loved him and “why doesn’t anyone just tell when what I’m doing wrong to I can fix it, I don’t understand unless you’re blunt about it, nothing makes sense. You’re just like everyone else” crying and runs to the closet. Volt accidentally hurt reader during the argument.

Eddie’s been worried about reader for a while now but Volt is too angry and overprotective of him to realize that something’s wrong with reader. Everyone’s too angry to realize, Eddie talks to Dorian and asks about reader Dorian gets angry and refuses to tell Eddie before realizing Eddie is actually concerned. Dorian tells him after that. Eddie has an argue ment with Volt and knocks some sense into him.

Volt feels incredibly guilty and shuts down the club,

If you guys want this to be an actual fic I’ll write it, I just want to know if people actually like this idea.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for lottie behind the cut; “Cassie gets a Pocket (or three)”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Well, that just happened,” Cissie says. “Do you think Pockets know what bowling is?” 

“I think this Pocket does,” Cassie mutters under her breath. 

“Is that how bowling works?” Secret asks curiously, peering after Pocket Robin and Pocket Impulse’s struggling pile. “I didn’t know it was a contact sport.” 

“. . . please never go bowling, Secret,” Cissie says. “Just . . . not ‘til someone both fully corporeal and not either tactile-telekinetic or invulnerable teaches you how to play, alright?” 

“Oh, okay,” Secret says, looking a little disheartened. “Um . . . I don’t really think I can go bowling anyway, though, it’s awfully, um . . . public?” 

“Oh, uh–right,” Cissie says, grimacing a little. Cassie would probably be sparing a moment to feel bad for her or something, but that and Pocket Superboy being an adorable little brat/shameless little troll aside, she’s still too busy having a sleeping-bag anxiety attack down here. Like–several sleeping-bag anxiety attacks all at once, it feels like. 

Gods, she is just not equipped for this. 

Three boys! Three boys over one weekend! Everyone at school is gonna lose it! Her mom is gonna triple lose it! Her mom is gonna triple lose it and never let her come back to the cave and never let her actually join Young Justice and never even let her leave the freaking house ever the frick again! She’s gonna turn off her powers and lock her in the basement until she’s thirty! Gods, she’s never gonna get to go outside again. 

Then again, never getting to go outside again would at least mean she wouldn’t have to go face everybody at school with three boys for Pockets. 

This is like a bad anime. Worse, a bad reverse-harem anime. 

Gods, is this what she gets for binging Ouran High School Host Club and Fruits Basket so many times? Is this what she gets for just ever watching Fushigi Yuugi? 

Gods, she should’ve learned from Fushigi Yuugi. 

At least Tohru and Miaka only had to get one or two Pockets at a time! Definitely neither of them ever got three at once! Even Haruhi didn’t get hers all at once, and she met literally every single one of her soulmates in the first episode! She didn’t even get Tamaki’s Pocket until the literal last episode! 

“. . . Cassie. Honey. You do have to come out of the sleeping bag eventually, you know,” Cissie says. 

“No I don’t,” Cassie mutters into said sleeping bag. “‘Out of the sleeping bag’ is where my school and my mom and my entire trilogy of soulmates all are.” 

Pocket Superboy makes a weird noise that sounds like somebody dropped a xylophone and starts tugging at her hair. Cassie buries a groan into her pillow. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure said trilogy wants that,” Cissie says frankly, and Cassie groans louder. 

“I don’t get it! How did I get three Pockets on the same night?!” she exclaims. “And they’re all weird ones, too! Like, Superboy is way too cool and badass for his Pocket to be such a little weirdo! Superboy is like the coolest guy I’ve ever even seen, much less actually met in actual real life! I didn’t swap out my old jean vest for a leather jacket, like, spontaneously; I did it because I thought his looked so cool! So how is his Pocket version, like, literally pulling my pigtails right now! How is that an actual for-real thing that is actually for-real happening to me right now?! And there’s a Robin and an Impulse too?! Robin and Impulse don’t even make sense!” 

This is absolutely anime’s fault. Just–somehow this is anime’s fault. 

Pocket Superboy lets go of her hair and makes that weird dropped-xylophone noise again and then takes off into the air again, she thinks. Cissie just sighs, sounding stressed. 

“I think you hurt his feelings,” Secret says with an audible frown in her voice, and Cassie grimaces and half-pushes herself up in her sleeping bag–like, at least gets her elbows underneath herself and her face out of her pillow, anyway. Her Pocket Robin–the Pocket Robin and Pocket Impulse are both standing beside her pillow and peering towards the far corner of the tent, where she can just barely see Pocket Superboy crouched down on the floor with his arms wrapped around his knees and shoulders hunched up to his ears, back turned to the rest of the tent. He looks like he’s hiding in his jacket. 

Cassie doesn’t get it. He’s Superboy. Why’s he acting like–that? 

She doesn’t understand how any of them are acting, though, because they’re all acting like they’re hers, and that’s–how can all three of them actually be hers? What’s she even supposed to do, if all three of them really are hers? 

They all seem pretty convinced they are. 

“I mean, it is Superboy, you’re assuming he has feelings,” Cissie says under her breath. “Aside from ‘in denial’ and ‘horny’, anyway.” 

“I thought everyone had feelings,” Secret says, looking puzzled again. “Is that a clone thing or a Kryptonian thing? Did the scientists make him without them on purpose?” 

“. . . no, Secret, that’s not–” Cissie cuts herself off with another sigh, rubbing her temples. “Superboy has feelings, okay, I was just, like–making a joke.” 

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” Secret says, looking even more puzzled. 

“. . . just don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“Um . . . alright?” 

Cassie keeps looking at Pocket Superboy all curled up in the corner and feels like such a jerk. Like the worst kind of jerk, because Pocket Superboy looks really upset, but also Pocket Robin and Pocket Impulse are still here making zero sense and she just–she doesn’t know what to do, and she doesn’t wanna upset any of the little guys, especially not Pocket Superboy, but they don’t understand what a problem this is gonna be for her! Which–they’re boys, and the actual Superboy and Robin and Impulse only have one Pocket they’re gonna have to explain to people, and between all three of them their biggest problem is probably just gonna be, like, Batman being annoyed over Robin getting a soulmate when it might compromise his secret identity or whatever, and it’s just–it’s different, for boys. So different. 

Just . . . if Superboy’d woken up to Pockets of her and Cissie and Secret all clambering all over him in the boys’ tent this morning, it wouldn’t’ve been a problem for him. Not even a little bit would that’ve been a problem for him. 

Actually, he’d probably have been into it, Cassie admits to herself grudgingly. Like . . . probably really into it, in fact. 

Way more into it than he’s gonna be when he wakes up to just a Pocket Wonder Girl on his pillow, for sure. 

Cassie really hates knowing that Superboy is gonna be disappointed to have her for a soulmate, especially when Cissie’s right there. But, well–why wouldn’t he be? She’s not cool enough for him, not cute or hot or pretty, not any good at looking good like Cissie is–like even Secret is. She’s weird and awkward and her costume’s just scavenged bargain-basement spandex and goggles and kneepads and her jacket’s not even real leather, it’s pleather, and she makes the dumb T-shirts herself, and she takes up too much space and never knows when to shut up but also can never get the guts up to say half of what she’s actually thinking and is always running in half-cocked and messing up and she’s not as smart or strategic as Cissie either, and definitely not as cute and sweet as Secret, and like–Cissie and Secret are both the kinds of girls a guy would wanna take care of and watch out for, and she’s the kind of girl who doesn’t even get friendzoned because she’s too weird and mouthy and temperamental to even make friends with. And on top of all that, he’s gonna immediately find out he’s gotta share her with with two other guys, at least one of who he doesn’t even like all that much and is already jealous of. 

Superboy is definitely gonna be disappointed by waking up to her, yeah. 

He might already be disappointed, even. The boys might’ve already woken up and be being, she doesn’t know, boys about finding out that the three of them together are stuck splitting one soulmate between them. 

Definitely Superboy is gonna hate that, yeah. And Robin and Impulse probably won’t be all that thrilled either, considering. 

[dualityvn]

Okay I'm over the moon with the new update!!! I've played as much of it as possible but with how many options you put especially with the nsfw it didn't fit in my time yet. I'm writing this from work anyway lol.

First of all: THE DESIGNS!!! I thought I'd drop my hat with how good they looked especially with the few new poses!!! Tenebris still looks a good mix of cute and "scary" and Keith — his face is really sweet, that's all I'm saying with my name intact. I love how your art now has cleaner, thinner lines and a more lively shading(don't get me wrong I loved it always but it's just noticeable that you improved, especially with seeing Keith standing next to Melissa(? I'm at the moment praying I got the name right) who still has the old art style). The backgrounds seem interesting? They look amazing and very fitting for the game!!! It's just a little weird for them, especially the forest to not be colourful but it just takes getting used to. Now,:

DAY 5 SPOILERS

I really love how the story went forward, I like that seemingly the fae are more up our ass for some reason maybe besides hanging with the boys. The glitchy effects and those eyes? Perfect! Scared the living spirit out of me at first so it works well. I'm a little confused about us being able to sense Keith's thoughts but like only in one rout? Like I'm not sure how that's possible or why that didn't happen with Tenebris or maybe I just skipped something accidentally, but oh lord that was so nice!!! To kinda know what Keith is thinking?? Chef's kiss. I feel like in those thoughts more was shown of what we've seen here on the blog kinda? Especially when in that moment before having s-x(does tumblr have an issue with these words? Idk) he was worried we'd leave in the morning. Some of these small things really said more about his character. Although the nsfw scenes were ofc hot, I did enjoy more so how especially some of them gave a bit lore actually intimacy? Especially with before and after some small moments were just so sweet. (Ofc out of players curiosity I let my MC snoop a bit in some rounds and Keith's dairy? Damn it's sweet but holy f—, Tenebris's lil box is just kinda sweet/sad but it was such a nice little detail) The non nsfw routes actually struck me a little more this time tho. Tenebris being afraid of thunder is of course something I remembered from here but it's still adorable. Seeing him actually be a little more open and cuddly is always welcome, and the fact he purrs is still my favourite. With Keith's moments again I feel it's more of what we know from here put into the game, like how his parents don't see him much because of how raising them was, him trying to mold into an "easier" person and make up for the "trouble" of being around them. It honestly broke my heart a little cus I just would've wanted to hug him and tell him he's worth having supernatural beings wanting us dead(I'm happy we got to comfort him!!!). And I was quite shocked they killed that thing, from both of them, Keith a little more but still. I'm not quite sure about their reactions afterwards since both confused me a little but I'm sure I'll understand with time or from here. Keith's eyes getting red was sure something that surprised me but it's an interesting part. I did not all understand Tenebris's end, the getting sick? I guess stress can do that but asking us what we are and being scared? What the hell did he see/what happened?? I'm so intrigued with this story!

All together I'm really happy the boys are getting more comfortable/open and the story progress always has me on the edge, I loved the update for sure!!!(This doesn't necessarily need a reply, I just wanted to point out what I liked[and maybe gush about it] a little)

Hope you rest a lot after this!! Take care Nightmare ❤️🍒

Aaaa, this was a delight to read. Thank you so much! I'm very happy you enjoyed this update!!

Sensing Keith’s thoughts is something that happens because of a combination of narrative convenience and the general chaos of Date 5 as a whole.

And yes, the endings will become a little more clear in the next update.

[diabolicalevil]

Hii can you make a part 2 to the lion headcanons?? They can be nsfw or sfw however you’d like!! Thanks💕

Lion El'johnson relationship headcanons pt 2

gn!reader

I shall do one and a bit of the other

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, second to last point is slight dub con

Saw you cry once and was completely frazzled, he had no idea what to do or say. He held you silently and to this day he wonders if that was the right call. You haven't cried infront of him since, so maybe his reaction was so poor you've deemed him untrustworthy?

Lord is it hard to get this man to open up about anything. About his day, feelings, worries etc, it's an uphill battle. Will mention things in passing but it's not detailed. It's also weird things too, like "I slayed a Levithan nights ago and my sons are pestering me about how i will distribute It's skin." and you're like Hm? Much prefers to listen to your worries and give his unfiltered opinion on that instead.

Regardless of the planet you're from he's very insistent on imparting Caliban culture on to you. Clothes, food, activities etc all must be from Caliban, and all he himself must approve of. It gives him a sense of pride, both towards his shite ass planet and your relationship. Non caliban things are a treat and a reward.

Curates a particular image of himself and his legion. He does this in general, keeping his honour as The First, but to you he will only give the most honourable and "good" parts. If it might drive you away from him he would never let you hear of it.

Enjoys being egged on in a way. Nothing he loves more than informing you of some wack shit he's about to do and you giving him the thumbs up. He doesn't need your permission, of course, but it feels great to have it.

Doesn't take his eyes off you. Ever. Who knows why really, he sure doesn't. Maybe he's worried you'll disappear or get hurt or whatever if you're out of his sight for even a second but the point stands that he is enthralled.

Sure he says he hates cute couple stuff, but if it was something subtle like matching jewellery (especially rings) or like, spoon feeding him something to make him try it, etc, not only does he enjoy it unfortunately he's thinking about it for the next 5 years.

NSFW

Not the biggest fan of penetrative sex. It feels very beastly and too primal for him. Sure, if he needs you right that second he's more than happy to have you against a wall but really what he prefers is taking his time. Slowly but surely watching you come again and again under his hand, and vice versa. Penetration is very much a final act and usually as sloppy as he'll allow himself to be on account of both of you being slightly spent.

On that note he loves giving and receiving head, its all extremely intimate to him. Does not enjoy being told to clean his beard after going down on you but that's a different story.

Fan of bruises and hickeys in hidden places. Your pleasure is for only his eyes, first of all, But he also takes joy from pressing on seemingly inconspicuous places and having you wince or stumble in pain. Of course, he's there to catch you.

Unsurprisingly he's extremely unfair and cruel. No mercy, won't stop if you cry and plead and sometimes he'll punish you for doing so. Likes you overstimulated and clawing at him or the bedding. Giving you head and fingering you is just as much, maybe even more, about him than it is about you.

He's almost visibly apologetic during aftercare which is a big step for him. He's well aware how easy it would be to go too far and absolutely bombards you with questions about how it was, both for your comfort and his peace of mind.

I'm gonna buy son of the forest tmrw hopefully to more effectively write this o7

[lewalrus]

A LONG post about Deadman on DS2

Okay, so as a Deadman fan, I thought I should write my thoughts on him on Death Stranding 2.

As you may imagine, there will be HUGE SPOILERS for the game, so if you haven’t finished it, please, I don’t recommend that you read this post (Be careful with the tags on this post too)

I also should warn you that I will yap about him A LOT because everything this man does is special to me <3

Alright, first of all, it was so weird and at the same time cute as fuck to see Deadman acting all happy and doing little voices on the first cutscene. I think I never saw Deadman laughing and smiling that much as he did on that scene. I really loved seeing him that cheerful!

(Sam genuine tiny smile at Deadman being all silly is going to be the death of me) It makes me sad that we only got to see him with his actual body at the start of the game :/

Anyway, about his discovering that he has a soul, a beach and dooms, I already talked about it on twitter, but I think I’ll elaborate here.

I didn’t like it at all… Not only because him not having a beach in the first game was what made his relationship with the beach concept very unique, since he was the only character that didn’t have a soul. But also because it wasn’t explored at all, it felt forced and completely out of nowhere. I think it would be better if he found out that he has dooms, but his dooms are different from the others and allow him to lend anyone’s beach, even if it’s only for a short amount of time, it could even work with his later plot in the game.

I also would rather if they had explored more the reason why Deadman was even born, it feels like a mystery that could tie very nicely into the Death Stranding universe, I’ve had this thought since the first one, that maybe Deadman was the result of an experiment to create artificial BBs, but it failed because those BBs ended up not having a connection to the beach. But I guess it is what it is. Alright, now I want to talk about, what I consider, the craziest plot twist about him.

DEADMAN WAS RED FUCKING SAMURAI!

As it is also stated on Deadman's entry on Corpus:

(I'll be calling Deadman affectionately "hulking red warrior" from now on)

Since the first time I saw Red Samurai, on the first chapter of the game, I knew Deadman had something to do with it! Honestly, I got pretty obsessed with this idea and started looking at hints on the parts that I already played so I wouldn’t spoil myself.

Needless to say that my head fucking exploded when I rewatched Deadman’s cutscenes and spot a bunch of Red Samurai’s bodies at the background! So maybe that means that Deadman also had created/modified Red Samurai and that it was planned by him to control it, the last part is pretty much canon because he put his body/head inside of it.

(Here, you can see Deadman's size when compared to the hanging bodies, the body under the black blanket is also huge, I believe that's the one Deadman ended up placing his body inside)

And the way it saved and protected Sam multiple times! God, every time Red Samurai showed up I would squeal like a little girl and pray that my theory that it was Deadman was right because I was developing a huge crush on that red warrior lol And oh my god if it wasn’t one of the most romantic things I ever saw, even after death, Deadman was there to save Sam (and the way he played the odradek’s lullaby to Sam after he saved him from Higgs before disappearing, as a way to say “it’s okay, the danger is gone, don’t worry” like Sam used to sooth Lou with the odradek HBUYGHIDBGIYDBGF holy shit I fucking love Deadman.) There’s another detail to it that I found quite peculiar. At some point before we find out that Deadman can possess Heartman too, Rainy makes this post on the social media of the game:

I didn’t really get it back then, but when I found out that Deadman has been using Heartman’s body during the 3 minutes that he is dead, everything made sense! It was Deadman using the VR training room but with Heartman’s body, that’s why Heartman doesn’t remember doing that training at all! So that means that Deadman is secretly super tough? Because apparently Deadman can fight very well even on a weaker body (at least if we compare Heartman to Red Samurai).

Makes me really wish that with the “making short work of them with his expert use of the katana” part of the Corpus’ entry is actually talking about Deadman’s skills with the katana, not the Red Samurai’s body skills. Maybe I’m just seeing things, but when I compare Red Samurai’s performance under Deadman’s control with it’s performance under Higgs’ control, the Red Samurai looks way more clumsy and weaker with Higgs than when it was with Deadman. The reason can very much be because while Deadman was controlling it, Red Samurai’s performance was only for scripted cutscenes, so he could be very tough to fight, but when it was under Higgs’ control, it was a fight that the game expected the player to win, so they made him weaker and easier, but I digress. After finishing the game and looking back into it, especially Deadman’s cutscenes, I think there was some more hints about him being Red Samurai, like Deadman’s ugly red tie (I’m sorry, it just doesn’t look well with his red shirt skajsia) and the scene where he plays with two finger puppets, maybe they were hinting that he would be able to use Heartman and Red Samurai as puppets later.

I honestly love the addition that Deadman is a fighter, but I think that as everything they added to him on the second game, it also should have been more explored, maybe even with some entries on the Corpus. Like, does Deadman can fight since always or he learned that during the months between DS1 and DS2? I really like to think that he learned to fight with the katana on his youth, but ended up putting the training aside to pursue a medical career, and that means that, on Cliff’s battlefield, he could have fought against Cliff to protect Lou instead of running away, but the only reason he didn’t was because very unfortunately he didn’t have a katana with him at the moment LOL (sounds hilarious in my head, sorry)

Anyway, I want to let you all know that I’ll be spamming this fandom with fanarts of Deadman with a katana because HOLY FUCK THAT MAKES DEADMAN EVEN HOTTER sikahsiasjasiuahs

[innocentrowan]

Post Old Guard 2 Spoiler Based Thoughts, Ratings, and Trigger Warnings.

so that was a movie. if you weren’t following along with my 123 thoughts i had while watching they are all in my previous post. but after consuming the entire movie and then screaming into the void i have thoughts.

First: The Bad

so first and foremost i believe that the movie is pretty mid. its a fun action romp with some cool set designs, but it is missing parts that made the original good. it doesn’t have an ending but instead just a cliffhanger, its missing some of the relationships that made us enjoy the first one. i did rewatch the first right before watching the second so perhaps i’m biased because of that. focusing on the relationship part i found that joe and nicky fighting was far too much of the runtime, they get one action scene before they start fighting then they don’t have a moment together really until right before the finale battle. they also introduced new characters that didn’t fit right, though i will say i honestly think tuah had great chemistry with every character.

my other big gripe was the lore. in movie 1 we are given some hard lines: you die and wake up immortal, you then have dreams of all the other immortals until you meat them, and one day it goes away. simple rules. that start to drift away immediately in movie 2. tuah is an ancient immortal (older and jesus if my math is good) who has only ever met andy but no one dreams of him, fine, weird but maybe it’s because he’s so old, but the main bad guy discord (yes that is the name they gave her) is even older and only nile has ever dreamed of her despite the fact that she hasn’t met any of them. speaking of nile, she hasn’t a power special to her because she’s the last immortal, which is a whole different can of worms, but she can take away people’s immortality by stabbing them. which is so silly i can’t even think about it. and the big bad’s plan? is to get nile to stab the others to get their immortality.

and my last complaint is that booker is so off putting this movie. spoilers he’s in it. but he has a few things that bother me, and to be clear i do really like the character and his nuance. he fulfills the trope of suicidal immortal perfectly while also having more traits to him. but in this movie after find out that nile can take immortality away, then the ex-immortal can transfer it away, he tricks her into stabbing him so he can give the immortality to andy. he does not get consent from the girls despite the fact that to me this feels like both of them were unwilling parts of his suicide. because his death felt like a suicide to me. now everyone can read what they want into movies, but his death was not needed. it did not give andy more time because she just sat there watching and trying to save him. it did nothing to the plot. and it was a cruel and painful death.

Second: The Good

every actor brought their a game. quyhn was just as strange and unpredictable as expected. the bad guy felt underwhelming until she wasn’t. tuah had excellent chemistry with everyone, i even thought he was brought on to be a love interest to one of the singles in the movie. and the original cast slipped right back into these rolls perfectly, i had expected some fanonization of the characters especially nicky and joe, but they all felt so identical to their original roles. i mentioned above that joe and nicky are fighting for a long part of the runtime, but it’s mostly because joe has been in contact with booker this whole time, which originally felt wrong because joe was the most angry at booker, but his dialogue and acting made it make sense.

the action was choreographed well. maybe not as great as the first movie, and i think the opening scene needs work, but the action is great. there is my favorite type of fight scene at one point, which is people in a small area, and i also really enjoyed the final fight. i didn’t notice any time where the henchmen went one after another at our heroes which i think is a good litmus test. and i truly enjoyed some of the close ups during the fight. there was one moment that confused me in the final fight but i honestly think that was my fault. if i had to pick a weak spot in the fight choreography i’d say it would be any spear work.

i also found the music fantastic, it ebbed and flowed just right. i did notice that the half decade between movies made the music style change, but i am not sure it was a bad thing. the songs were catchy and fit in the movie just like last time. one that sticks out is after a fight andy pants in time with the songs beat. it could have been cheesy but it wasn’t because of the emotional weight of the scene and the good song choice.

Third: The Ratings

i am going to give this movie several ratings based on my own personal opinions! if you disagree that’s okay! but please don’t be a jerk about it!

Plot: 📖📖.5/5 the plot was good but it didn’t stand out. it’s a mid action movie. i would probably watch it again but i won’t find myself drawn to it. and it ends on a cliffhanger so it doesn’t feel like a full movie.

Characters: 🪓🪓🪓🪓/5 the characters are all excellent but they gave us too many too many new characters (including quyhn) and i personally don’t like what they did with booker

Acting: 🕴️🕴️🕴️🕴️.5/5 the acting is amazing but uma thurman fell flat until the end when we found out why she was doing this.

Cinematography: 🎥🎥🎥.5/5 it’s good. not as good as the first one. and the sets are mostly amazing, but the opening set is less than stellar and it’s impossible to get a read on the final battle ground until the end. but each country had its own unique style except possibly rome and paris.

Dialogue: 📣📣📣📣/5 it’s good. there were several lines i felt needed to be written down in my notes about the movie but honestly there were also lines that made me cringe a little. i also enjoy how much they spoke other languages this time, but the captions weren’t always captioning it, sometimes you would get a “speaking french” and other times it would tell you what they were saying.

Sound Design: 🎙️🎙️.5/5 the music was amazing like i talked about in my review but i found that the sound design was lacking in the diegetic noise, one of the scenes i remember best in the first one is the bullets falling, in this one there are a few swooshes of the ax but otherwise it’s pretty nonexistent.

Emotional Impact: 🫀🫀🫀/5 if you read my live thoughts you would know i went irate when booker died. and that i felt cheated by his death for several reasons. so three is all they get.

Overall: 🍿🍿🍿.43 out of 5. i think it’s a major downgrade from the first but i’d watch it again. i honestly thought id put it closer to a 2.75 before doing all these ratings. i also think as far as sequels go i only ever give them a 3.75/5 or so, meaning this is pretty good. like it’s not amazing and im gonna be feeling some sort of way about it for a long time but it is a sequel and it did most of its job.

Forth: The Bizarrely Specific Trigger Warnings

i am going to assume the first one was watching and that you know what the blood and gore and swearing is like. so these will be so specific you don’t even know.

1. there is no kissing.

2. suicidal tendencies and actions resulting in death

3. death of immortals

4. non construal power use (both the person with powers and the person having them be used on them don’t consent)

5. 500 years at sea

6. exs fighting

7. currents fighting

8. mortal vs immortal racism (i think it’s important to mention that uma thurman says the last name freeman like she doesn’t believe nile deserves to be free, that said it is more about nile being recently mortal than nile being black)

[slattlicker]

entirely self-indulgent request but i’m in pain so i’m allowing myself:

schlatt comfort after wisdom teeth surgery :( maybe he’s the driver for reader and reader’s really anxious before the surgery and then when she wakes up she doesn’t realize who he is? and she like re-discovers that he loves her and starts crying

(so sorry if this makes no sense my pain medication is making me feel a little loopy pls forgive i love you)

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * something about your smile ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: a kiss you don’t remember, a ring you can’t place, and the man who swears he loves you anyway. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: for the sweet anon who wanted love, gauze, and a little post-anesthesia crisis. you’re so valid. this schlatt is husband-coded, through and through. i hope this helps soothe whatever pain you’re in—physical or otherwise. and if you just like domestic!schlatt...hi. welcome. you're home now. please note: this leans more into the amnesia vibes/brain fog than real post-surgery loopiness. not fully accurate, but whatevssss

warnings: anesthesia aftermath, confusion/temporary memory loss, extreme tenderness, crying (like…a lot), and the overwhelming relief of love remembered.

enjoy! (｡•́‿•̀｡)♡

the world comes back in pieces.

first, the smell—clean linens, faint antiseptic, that sterile chill of over-air-conditioned spaces. then, the weight of the blanket over your legs. a soft beep somewhere nearby. your head’s foggy. lips dry.

you blink, slow.

a shape’s leaning toward you. tall. blurry at first. then it sharpens—a hoodie. brown curls. worried eyes.

“hey,” the man says, voice low. warm. “you’re awake.”

you squint. the corners of your mouth tug down, uncertain.

“who…?”

he pauses. then smiles. not the big, cocky grin of someone trying to be charming. no, this is small. soft. barely there.

“it’s me,” he says gently. “i’m right here.”

you just blink again. frown deepening.

“you don’t… remember me?”

you shake your head. immediately regret it. your eyes water. your face aches.

his expression doesn’t falter. doesn’t even flinch.

“that’s okay,” he says. “the meds are still working through you. it’s normal. just breathe for me, yeah?”

you stare at him. because he’s calm. too calm. like he expected this. like he planned to be the first thing you saw—even if you didn’t know him yet.

“you’re being really nice,” you mumble, eyes glassy. “are you… my uber?”

he huffs a laugh through his nose. “no, sweetheart. not your uber.”

“then why are you being so…?” you sniffle. your lip wobbles. “so kind?”

his brows lift. just a little. and then he leans forward, hand curling around yours.

“because i love you,” he says.

your breath catches.

“you do?”

“mhm.” he squeezes your hand. “you don’t remember right now. but you love me too.”

that does it.

tears well. spill. hot and fast.

“oh no,” you whisper, panic bubbling up. “oh no, that’s so sad. you love me and i forgot—i forgot you and you’re so nice and—and you’re holding my hand—”

“hey, hey,” he soothes, moving to sit beside you now, arms wrapping around your shoulders. “shhh. it’s okay. i’m not going anywhere.”

you sob into his hoodie.

“what’s your name?” you hiccup. “i wanna love you again i promise i do i just don’t know your name—”

“schlatt,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently. “it’s schlatt, baby.”

you cling tighter.

“you’re really handsome, schlatt,” you whisper.

he laughs, quiet and wrecked. “thanks, sweetheart.”

you hiccup. “can i still kiss you if i don’t remember you?”

“maybe let’s wait ‘til you stop crying and your mouth isn’t full of gauze.”

“...you’re so smart. i think i really do love you.”

he smiles again, nose buried in your hair.

“i really do love you too."

✧✧✧

“are you okay, baby?” your mom asks gently from the FaceTime screen. “you still look a little out of it.”

you blink slow. tug at your sleeve. your eyes feel weird—like they’re not seeing things right. you squint at the camera, then glance off-screen again, voice barely a whisper:

“…mom?”

“yeah, honey?”

“there’s a man in my house. i think he might be the mailman. or maybe my boyfriend? a roommate for sure...”

your mom snorts. “oh lord.”

“no, i’m serious!” you hiss, trying to sound alarmed, but it just comes out wobbly. you flip the camera shakily, aiming it at schlatt, who’s crouched on the floor with your medicine bottle in one hand and a little glass of water in the other.

he glances up, caught in the act, and offers a patient little wave. “hi, ma’am.”

your mom goes feral.

“Y/N,” she laughs, “sweetheart—that’s your husband.”

you pause.

mouth open slightly.

“…he’s what?”

“you married him, baby.”

you swing the camera back to your face. your eyes are wide. glassy. lips trembling just a little.

“no,” you whisper. “no, you’re lying.”

“you picked him,” your mom says, way too amused. “you love him to death. you call him your big strong trash man and once cried because he made you tea without asking.”

you blink. turn to look at him directly this time. he’s still holding the water and pain meds, but now there’s a crease between his brows.

“…you’re my husband?” you whisper.

schlatt nods slowly. “yeah, baby. i’m yours.”

your bottom lip wobbles.

you sniff. a tiny noise escapes your throat. then—

ugly sobbing noises.

“i don’t remember himmmm,” you wail, curling in on yourself. “he’s so nice and he’s helping and i don’t remember—i don’t remember my husbandddddd—”

your mom is laughing now. “oh honey, you’ll remember everything once the meds wear off.”

“but he’s so nice,” you cry harder. “he’s not even mad. i forgot his whole face and he brought me water.”

“sweetheart,” schlatt mutters, finally setting the glass down and scooping you into his arms. “jesus christ, c’mere. you’re gonna short-circuit your stitches.”

“i’m a terrible wifeeeeeeee—”

“no, you’re just all drugged up, honey.”

you cling to him instantly, burying your face in his neck.

“don’t let me forget you again,” you whimper.

“never,” he murmurs, tucking the blanket tighter around you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he makes eye contact with your mom in the phone. “you can forget everything else. just not me, yeah?”

you nod miserably.

your mom sighs, rolling her eyes through her smile. “okay, i’m gonna let you go, baby. he’s got you.”

“okayyyy,” you sniff.

“love you.”

“love you too,” you mumble.

the call ends.

and you’re already halfway into his lap again, limp and puffy-cheeked and absolutely wrecked.

he brushes your hair off your face with gentle fingers. “you really thought you forgot your husband?”

you nod, eyes still glossy. “…you’re really mine?”

his face softens completely. “all yours, sweetheart. always.”

“…okay.” you curl in closer. “i don’t remember marrying you, but i think i did good.”

he chuckles, low and warm. “yeah, you did.”

you fall asleep again like that—tears drying on your cheeks, arms wrapped around the one man you forgot and trusted anyway.

your heart still knew. somehow.

✧✧✧

you wake up warm.

your face is pressed against something solid. a hoodie, maybe. it smells like flowers and smoke. your cheek’s kind of sticky. there’s a muted hum from the tv—gunshots and tires squealing and someone yelling about backup. some old action movie you don’t recognize, but the rhythm of it is oddly familiar.

you blink blearily. your lashes stick.

“hey,” a voice rumbles near your ear. “you alive in there, sunshine?”

you flinch slightly, lifting your head.

the guy beside you chuckles, slow and lazy. “easy. it’s just me.”

he’s big. like—big. broad chest, scruffy jaw, hair a little messy like he’s been running his fingers through it. he’s got his arm around your waist like that’s normal. like you didn’t just wake up on top of a stranger.

you blink again. “...who are you?”

his smile flickers. not fully gone—just softer. more careful. “uh…we talked about this earlier, remember? right after the surgery?”

your brows pinch. you think maybe you remember a car. someone giving you a milkshake. someone holding your hand so you wouldn’t cry.

“you said i could call my mom,” you mumble.

“you did.” he nods. “you introduced me to her. like, formally. i’m pretty sure you called me your boyfriend, your roommate, and your mailman. all in the same sentence.”

your lips twitch. “...that sounds fake.”

“you also told her you were scared of me ‘cause i looked like a tall real estate agent.” he grins now, wider. “so no offense taken.”

you look down at his chest. your hand’s resting there—fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his hoodie. you didn’t even realize. you make a small sound, start to pull back—

—but his hand tightens at your waist.

“s’okay,” he says quietly. “you always hold me like this when you nap.”

you look at him again. his eyes are warm.

your heart stutters.

“you’re…not my mailman?”

“god, no,” he says with a snort. “i’m your husband.”

you freeze.

then blink rapidly. “my what?”

he grins wider, voice low. “yep. signed papers. shiny rings. swore eternal devotion in front of your aunt who cried the whole time and my uncle who was too drunk to stand.”

you stare at him.

then slowly, cautiously, lift your hand.

there’s a ring.

simple. gold. familiar in a way that makes your chest ache.

your hand trembles. “oh…”

“hey, hey,” he says, sitting up slightly, guiding your hand back down. “breathe, sweetheart. it’s okay. you don’t have to remember everything right now.”

you look up at him. there’s something about the slope of his nose. the shape of his mouth. the way he says sweetheart like he’s used to it—like it’s muscle memory.

“...do we like action movies?”

he chuckles, surprised. “we love them.”

you nod slowly. “and…do we like each other?”

his hand lifts—gently brushing a knuckle against your cheek, soft as a prayer.

“you told me yesterday you’d marry me all over again just to make out at the altar.”

your face heats. “oh my god.”

“exact quote,” he says, eyes crinkling. “i wrote it down for blackmail purposes.”

you laugh, shaky. “you’re such a jerk.”

“and you’re a married woman with a crush,” he teases, then gentles again. “but yeah. we like each other. a lot.”

you stare at him a moment longer.

and then it happens—like flipping a light switch in your chest. the recognition hits. not a full wave, but something soft. real.

the way he watches you like the whole world’s stopped turning.

the way your body fits next to his like you were carved to belong there.

“…hi,” you whisper.

he smiles, wide and easy.

“there she is.”

you start to cry.

“hey, hey—don’t do that,” he murmurs, pulling you back into his chest. “you did a whole lot of that before having surgery, now it's time for smiling and cuddling. but not eating, not just yet."

you laugh, muffled. “i’m sorry. i just… i didn’t remember, and now i do, and it hurt.”

“i know,” he says, kissing your temple. “you were really scared. i’m so proud of you.”

you sniff. “you didn’t leave.”

“‘course not,” he murmurs, rocking you gently. “you’re my girl.”

your hand fists in his hoodie. you don’t want to let go.

“...can we watch the rest of the movie?”

“baby, we can watch it five times. we can quote every line. i’ll do the stunts in the living room if you want.”

you giggle into his chest.

and just like that—you’re home again.

[la-principessa-nuova]

Mine was also a joke I made, but just to myself.

I made a kind of boring comic about it before, but basically, I was sitting at my desk in my college dorm, and I came across an article about how some female protagonist in an upcoming title was really important because she would give young girls someone to connect with and see themselves in and teach them that they can do whatever it was the protagonist does too.

And I was basically like, “Yay that’s great! …but actually, hang on… is it even true that people connect more to characters of their own gender?” And it just struck me as weird because I connected way more to female characters than male ones, and I loved reading books that went deep into a female protagonist’s thoughts, and I felt more connected to women I played as in games than men.

And I wondered if maybe everyone just felt like that, and maybe either women were just easier to connect with, or books meant to appeal to women just went deeper into thoughts and less into action and maybe that’s why? Or maybe stereotypes around women lead people to write women that way?

And so I decided that maybe it’s not actually true that people connect more with/see themselves more in characters of their own gender, and it’s just that people who realize it’s not true don’t want to say that because it would make it harder to push for equal representation in media and so it’s just a white lie we keep up that’s easy to sell?

And I basically thought, “Yeah, that’s gotta be it. Because it’s the only way it makes any sense that I connect more with female characters.”

And then as a joke to myself in my head, I added on, “unless I was trans!”

And I laughed, “ha ha ha ha… ha????”

and then I realized that was actually legitimately a possibility I had never considered and I immediately set out to figure out if that could be true, and I completely failed to disprove it, and in fact just found immediately that the only reason I didn’t feel like the label “woman” applied to me was because I felt excluded from it, like I wasn’t allowed to have it apply to me.

And funnily enough I immediately compared myself to my siblings and was immediately like “well if any of us are trans it’s <oldest sibling>”, who only ended up realizing she was trans 6 years later.

But I ended that being 100% sure I was not a man and undecided whether I was a woman or nonbinary (whatever that was), mainly because I didn’t feel like the label woman could apply to be and I thought I would have realized sooner and felt gender dysphoria harder, so I just assumed maybe that means I’m nonbinary and i must be ok with my (now dead) name and he/him pronouns.

And I briefly tried experimenting with transitioning socially online at the time but I got scared out of it and intentionally avoided the trans community online bc i felt like i needed to be able to prove to my parents that this came from inside me and I wasn’t indoctrinated or anything, so I missed out on a lot of the info that would have helped me figure things out and on acceptance or anything like that, and once I moved back into my parents’ house and started commuting, I didn’t have that time and freedom to think about things like that, so I just stopped trying and it became this thing I knew but just figured must be fine to ignore.

And then like 7 years later I finally moved out of my parents’ house, and it finally gave me the time to think, and I started spending more time like I did in my dorm thinking about what my gender really was. And I started watching things like Drawfee and Dropout that were really openly supportive of trans people, and it made me feel more OK engaging more with it, and I started watching some YouTube videos about trans people and eventually by actual trans people, and started understanding it a bit more.

And then one day I decided to look up what gender dysphoria really meant to trans people, rather than a medical definition, and I ended up on genderdysphoria.fyi, and then I stayed up all night reading that and realizing how many aspects of gender dysphoria I had been ignoring and how many other feelings were just gender dysphoria or the direct effects of ignoring it, and how much I needed to transition in order to start living my life.

And fast forward 3 years and here we are, lol.

If I cracked your egg, you have to tell me.

Or tell me what did it. Mine was the reddit story of the girl that tried her gf's wig.

[harkovsangel]

🍎 Hwang In ho nsfw alphabet

a/n: why i chose my least favourite character that i hate with a passion idk but i did. followed this nsfw alphabet besides H and kind of L <3 So sorry if it seems rushed or biased 😭

cw: 18+!, mdni, oral, un consented filming, control

A - Aftercare (what they’re like)

He does pretty fair aftercare. Runs a bath for the both of you sometimes or wipes you down with a damp towel. Always gets you to move(he’ll carry you if you like) so that he can change the sheets. Gets you a cold glass of water most of the time too. He doesn’t say much himself though, but he’s not distant emotionally(or as much as he can’t be). If you want him to do anything he will. Once in a blue moon aftercare will be forgotten for both of you and you’ll both just pass out together.

B - Body part (fav on you and them)

I don’t see him exactly having a favourite body part on you, but if i had to say, i would say he’s a tit guy.

I also don’t see him having a favourite body part on himself. Maybe his hands.

C - Cum

He loves facials even if he doesn’t say it. Whenever you’re sucking him off or he’s using your mouth however he pleases he pulls out to cum on your pretty face. Thinks you look oddly pretty on your knees in-front of him with his cum covering your face <3

D - Dirty secret

He likes secretly recording you. Not in a weird or ill intended way. When you don’t know he’s recording you seem more natural, making for the perfect jack off material later when you aren’t around but he needs you! He also gets off on the taboo nature of filming you unknowingly.

E - Experience

I headcanon he was a dick and player when he was in university/college wtv so definitely very experienced! But he doesn’t like to brag so you would have no idea what you’re getting into until you sleep with him the first time!

F - Favourite Position

Woven rose. He loves looking down at you, your hair disheveled and some strands sticking to your sweaty forehead. He’d also like the vulnerability you’re in with the position. With this position he can easily hold your hips in place and fuck into you, whether it’s too much or not <3

G - Goofy

Nah 😭 Not at all. I feel like he takes sex seriously so he wouldn’t really be goofy. But if his girlfriend or someone close to him and not some random hookup, something small or stupid happening like you guys accidentally knocking a cup down, would get a little chuckle and smile out of him.

H - Hate (what they dislike)

I don’t see him being a fan of mutual masturbation to be honest. I think he’d get too sexually frustrated and just end up fucking you. He doesn’t hate it but he doesn’t enjoy it.

Sex in overly public places is also something he doesn’t care too much for. He likes the thrill in places like the car or a restaurant washroom but that’s it.

I - Intimacy

Depends on who you are. There’s definitely an undeniable sense of love and intimacy if you’re his wife or gf or someone close to him like maybe a longtime friend.

If you’re a random stranger however, there’s still some intimacy. He definitely still cares about you and how you feel but there’s no denying he’s kind of distant asides from that.

J - Jacking Off

Unless it’s to tease you or you’re on your knees in-front of him, I really don’t see him jacking off too often, only when he’s really desperate for you.

K - Kink

He 100% gets off on power control. He wants to be able to completely control what you do, your pleasure. He likes knowing you’re dependent on him even if he acts charming, it helps him feel like you’ll stay with him. He also likes bondage, because you’re even more under his mercy and control.

L - Location (favourite and least favourite location)

His least favourite location like i already said, is overly public spaces. I think it would not only be a mood kill for him but he doesn’t like the thought of someone possibly walking in on both him and you like that.

Favourite location is basic, the bed. He can tie you up and manhandle you however he pleases, and being in a familiar location just adds to the mood.

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

Cute clothes, bossy/bratty behaviour and also vulnerability. Seeing you in a cute, tight dress that hugs your curves and accentuates your beauty usually ends with him tearing the dress off you when you two finally get alone.

When you try and act bossy or dominate, it amuses him and turns him on- partly at the thought of putting you back in your place and the fact you’re comfortable enough with him to act a bit bossy or bratty.

And Vulnerability ties into his need to hold a certain level of control over you.

N - No (absolutely won’t do)

Cuckolding. I don’t see him being one to share at all, i think it would also make him super uncomfortable.

O - Oral (preference in g and r, skill)

He likes both giving and receiving, especially giving. When receiving, he usually ends up taking control and fucking your throat as he pleases.

When giving though? He’s like a starved man. Not only is he amazing at it- he doesn’t stop. He loves the noises that come out of your mouth when he overstimulates you with your mouth. Before you guys ever finish your fun for the night he makes you cum once on his tongue, maybe twice. Not caring how many times you’ve cummed previously.

P - Pace

Depends on his mood. But usually i see him being slower but rough- He’ll make sure you feel his thrusts. You would swear he had some type of unsettled beef with your cervix with how much he tries to practically abuse it. His pace is the type to leave you breathless and fucked out quick, exactly as he likes you <3

Q - Quickie

Sometimes as stress relief. When you’re with him during the games, when he’s busy and upset, that’s usually when you guys have quickies the most. But asides from that quickies aren’t usually your guys’s thing!

R - Risk

He’s all for risks most of the time, as long as they don’t include other people or you possibly severely hurting yourself.

S - Stamina

He can go for two three rounds. He could do more if he really wanted, but that’s usually the limit for what he does. You, on the other hand, he expects to last as long as he wants you to :)

T - Toys

I don’t feel like he’d use toys often, but he definitely has them. I see him being more of a fan of dildos aswell. And when he does use toys he’s relentless with you <3

U - Unfair (how much they tease you etc)

He’s not blatantly unfair, but it’s obvious he is. He loves holding higher expectations for you sexually just because he likes to see you get frustrated. The way you just do what he says despite not wanting to makes him go crazy.

V - Volume

He’s not too loud, a few grunts in quiet moans here and there. Though whenever he does make noise it’s hot as fuck.

W - Wild card (random hc)

He has a softer spot for younger more inexperienced girls(and guys he seems bi to me ngl)

X - X-ray

Uh idk i don’t usually think about it 😭 I imagine around almost 6 inches when erect. Veiny and definitely girthy. It’d be a stretch that’s for sure!

Y - Yearning

Maybe twice once a week, always when the time hits around 11! You guys are definitely sexually active. But i feel like he would go through times where he just doesn’t have much sexual craving.

Z - ZzZ (How long ‘till you guys fall asleep)

By the time In ho finishes with aftercare, depending on if you’d wait or not, you’d most likely have fallen asleep already. I don’t think it’d take In ho long to fall asleep either, five minutes at most.

But some nights i see him just holding you, but staring off into absolutely nothing, thinking about god knows what while his hand lightly trailed up and down your back.

⟡ ݁₊ . written by harkovsangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[enquire]

(late) Pride Kinjomae

Yeah, it's no longer pride month, I know. But I still wanted to get around to this so here it is. This is a redraw of the one I did last year.

This time, I included a trans flag for Yuki as well, because I've gotten attached to the trans man headcanon for Yuki and Utsuro. Otherwise, it's same as before, ace flag for Tsurugi since I tend to hc him as an asexual guy with an interest in men, and a bi flag for Yuki.

Fun fact, the ace and trans flags apply to me as well. Also, I wanted to do this traditionally like last time, it's always a little weird posting stuff that's more messy, but I can tell I've improved since last year by redrawing this, so that's nice to see.

Anyways, that's all I've got in terms of DRA, gonna leave some of my own thoughts below the cut, since I imagine most folks are just here for the art haha.

But before you go, as I said last year, this goes out to everyone else who had a quiet pride. Also to my fellow disabled queer folks. I know times have been difficult lately, but we deserve to be here and take up space.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 |🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵 | 💜🖤🩶🤍

In all honesty, like last year, I felt pretty gloomy during and about pride. For the most part, I still honestly feel like I'm stuck on the outskirts. I haven't really been able to muster up the courage or well, frankly, social/medical/financial ability, to transition or be more honest about who I am.

I've been feeling pretty down about it all lately. Maybe it's because it's the period between pride month and disability month again, and the state of things where I live is just, an ongoing thing so there's that too...

I think doing little things like this is my way of trying to reclaim pride for myself? Not sure how to word it. Art and writing can be very powerful when it comes to things like this.

Reflecting on my time since last year's pride though, there have been some positive things. I've been able to spend time in online spaces with others like me, and having a little circle of other queer people (weirdos like me /aff) does help a lot. It made me feel comfortable enough to try using he/him pronouns alone instead of they/them/he/him and I think after some time I can say that fits better. 🧡

Anyways, maybe next year I can come back to this again. If you've read all this, thanks and hopefully something resonated with you. I try not to go into personal stuff too much on this blog, but well, I think it's important to be visible right now if that makes sense. And it helps to process and leave notes for myself haha.

[aihoshiino]

this is probably the closest i'll ever get to writing an """"""""""anti-""""""""""""""incest post so i'll say up front pls don't use this as a springboard to try and stormarm me into your weird ideological turf wars bc i don't fucking care.

anyway. was at work the other day and things were slow so i was having a sort of rhetorical argument w myself in my head on the topic of "why do i have a kneejerk reaction of annoyance to incest shipping, particularly ppl whose only mode of engagement with media seems to revolve exclusively around incest and incest shipping, when i have no moral objection to incest nor any remaining kneejerk squick reflex to the topic outside of very specific circumstances & i literally have incest ships that i like & am very interested in stories that explore incest as a topic in an eroguro/denpa context"

and then after spinning it around in my head for a bit, the answer popped out and was very simple. It's Amatonormativity. like, obviously some ships are definitely written with the intent of having incestuous undertones for X or Y reason but i see this happening with relationships among characters that have nothing untoward going on beyond "they care about each other very much".

and when i see people crowing about "omg nobody NORMAL cares about their family that much you KNOW they want to have epic win hot incest sex0rs" or whatever, it's like. idk. this presumption that devotion that runs deep enough will inevitably become romantic and sexual in nature. that love, when experienced with enough intensity, will always warp into romance and sex because why wouldn't it! or that certain behaviours or expressions of affection are, absent of intent on the part of author or character, inherently romantic or sexual because omg no NORMAL person would do that!!! it's grating. it's why i cringe whenever i hear people use the "no platonic explanation" retort when defending queer interps of certain characters of relationships. i get where this instinct comes from, but it feels as though it tramples on people like me in the process. you can hold hands platonically. you can cuddle platonically. you can adore someone platonically. i do. if you can't, that sounds like a skill issue.

and listen i say this from the pov of someone who is itself a total shiphound and loves making its blorbos kiss but fandom as a whole is really bent around romance in a way i think rly damages our ability to discuss things without having to warp around its presence. we don't even have an agreed-upon term for liking a relationship dynamic in a platonic, non-romantic sense - you just have to awkwardly caveat your non-standard use of 'shipping' something at best.

idk. this post doesn't really have a point other than to get all these thoughts out of my head, but. sure does suck shit being aroace in fandom sometimes.