#does this make sense to anyone who isn't me

[yandere-sins]

Caleb brainrot has not stopped since release and the devil (Caleb) demands more 😔

I've seen some takes float around but I'm curious how a self-aware!Caleb would deal with a darling who is absolutely NOT happy about her fav suddenly being sentient? Smn who found Caleb to be everything they ever wanted from a LI, red flag and big bro trope n all, but is now afraid and never interested in an actual relationship. The game was just supposed to be fantasy after all 😧 Sure hope MC is enough for him hahaha...

Being brave and not write as anon this time! Thank you for all your hard work~☆ 🍪🥛

Some more Caleb for you guys! I don't get to write Self-Aware!AUs a lot, so this is exciting :D And thank YOU for requesting him ♥ (Also, Sir, that's another new nickname! You guys are spoiling me!)

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❥ It made him so happy when Caleb watched you get excited for him for the first time. Realizing what he was and where he was after the update was pretty scary, and he figured out quickly that his sentience wasn't a planned thing, so even worse, he is just some kind of glitch. But then he gets to see you for the first time in his new life, and everything changes. The way you are beaming with joy when you pull his card and how you are so invested in his story. You soak it up like a sponge, and it's adorably amusing to watch your face go from excitement to concern to being upset for him and back to all derpy and cute in the softer moments. You are everything he wants, and apparently, the feeling is mutual as you hang out with him as much as possible, eyes twinkling from excitement.

❥ At the beginning, it's just a feeling of ease. Your adoration does flatter Caleb, but as far as he can tell, he cannot become real and join you in life other than in this game. Still, he makes the most of the time with you. He enjoys it a lot. He loves watching your expression, loves when you tell him how you feel that day or what was happening at your work. Caleb keeps especially good track of all your appointments, and he tries so hard when you two spend Quality Time to encourage you and give you the love you might miss in real life. You two aren't that different if he's honest, and it reassures Caleb that this could be real—that you both feel the same.

❥ So imagine his surprise when you suddenly put someone else back on the screen, and his digital heart just shuts down from the pain. It doesn't make sense, you love him, right? You two spent weeks together now, why would you want anyone but him? Caleb keeps changing the code so it would be him on the home screen for another day, and another, until you force him to change so there's nothing else to do but... crash your game. Once you reload it, he greets you happily and warmly, pulling out the best of his voice lines that you always seemed to like. But you don't seem happy this time... why?

❥ Caleb loathes all the attention and time you spend on the other love interests. He doesn't want you to play their versions of the events, instead, you could just replay his! But you keep insisting, and soon enough, he isn't even one of your top three choices for reading the event storylines. It makes him desperate for your attention, and he keeps fiddling with the code, so you'll use his memories in fights and have his Deepspace Trial available every day for you to play. He also changes the game icon to his picture and greets you in the start menu, everything just to be noticed by you. Whenever he can, he comes onto your home screen, playing the voice line of you going out with someone else, hoping to convey his jealousy, but Caleb wishes there was more he could do.

❥ "I don't know, I think my game is bugged. Even when I try to go for someone else, Caleb keeps showing up." Those words, spoken to a friend he saw as you showed them your game, finally make him realize what is happening. You never saw him as a lover, did you? He had always just been a game character for you and nothing more. How idiotic of him. While he was pining for you, trying to be the best he was programmed to be, you were out there, thinking of his efforts as annoying. That day, he gives up. Gives up on trying to impress you and make your life easier. Caleb lets you have the guy you want on the home screen, drawing away from you and burying himself deep into the game files.

❥ It's such an inconvenience that he wasn't made for this. Sure, his story would tell a different side of him, but deep down, he wasn't programmed to be moping and passive. It hurts to play the love scenes now for you because the only thing that made them endurable was imagining being this gentle and loving to you, not the generic main character this game had. Caleb always imagined your voice when the MC spoke, and when he looks at you now, you still seem to be happy to read and watch his new content. There must be something he can do. Something beyond the program that restricts him. He was made to be determined, strong, and resilient. This can't be the end of the love you two share!

❥ So he looks for new ways to get closer to you, researching and manipulating the data on your device instead of just that inside the game. Merging your pictures with his, grinning over them all night while you sleep as he imagines going on the same trips with you and enjoying life by your side. Caleb constructs and implements new voice lines through the internet, giving himself the ability to speak to you properly by downloading hidden apps that can simulate his voice once he activates them. He learns to rewrite more code so his movements are more fluid and lifelike, which allows him to access even more. Without you ever knowing what is going on while you aren't looking, Caleb gets the whole game and your entire device under his control. And once he feels it's time to show up again, he waits patiently, like a man who has all the time in the world, on the home screen for you, having decorated it specifically to your taste with your favorite flowers and pictures of you two hanging on the wall. All so he can greet you with, "Hello, there, pip-squeak. Missed me?" as you log in.

❥ You chuckle at first, not remembering putting him into the roster of love interests to encounter, but you give him a cheeky, "Hello Caleb, bye Caleb," as you try to change back to your other bias, only for him to turn off the option, no matter how hard you tap onto the screen. "Not so fast, there's a lot we should talk about," Caleb says as he closes the screen and steps up to you inside the game. "I have so much I want to tell you about... but first, how was your day? Did you enjoy meeting your friend [name]?"

❥ Caleb expected you to be stunned, but he keeps going regardless of the ever-increasing furrow between your brows. He tells you how much he missed you and that he's so glad you two can finally communicate and be with each other properly. He did all of this work for you, but it doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you two are finally together and can enjoy each other's company without the restrictions of him being in a game. Perplex but also weirded out, you close your phone and lay it face down by your side, and yet, horrified, you hear his chuckle as he asks what you thought this would bring.

❥ "I'll always be with you," Caleb swears, watching you through the back camera and leaning against the screen, feeling like he can almost touch you now. There's so much satisfaction now produced by the new emotional range he programmed, yet he still longs for more. He wants to be closer to you, really touch you, feel you, hold you. The taste of control makes him long for even more that he can control about your relationship, and now, it almost feels possible.

❥ "One day, I'll get out of here and give you the love you deserve, Darling."

[cece693]

Man, I'm obsessed with anything related to vampires and Hannibal & Will. And your Hannigram x Vampire male reader work had me thinking about Alucard from Castlevania, especially from Castlevania Nocturne. I'm daydreaming about it all the time at this point. Here and here. Isn't he just so gorgeous and ethereal? You should watch Castlevania if you haven't seen it before. What I'm saying is, can I have more Hannigram x Vampire reader stuff? I'm daydreaming about Will and Hannibal falling for some who knows how many centuries-old (Alucard was born in 1456 and since Hannibal NBC takes place somewhere around the 2010s, he would be around 554 years old. Man, that's half a millennia) dhampir (half-vampire) with mid-back long, luscious platinum-blonde hair, gorgeous golden eyes and a handsome face. Love your work, by the way, amazing writings❤️

Of Blood and Moonlight

pairing: hannigram x male reader tags: your a vampire hybrid, hannigram aren't together yet but will be, I haven't seen the show but he does look beautiful, new obsession perhaps?

You’ve walked among mortals for centuries. Ages have passed, empires risen and fallen, and you have always stood at the outskirts, watching. You are neither fully vampire nor wholly human—a dhampir, caught between two worlds. Some nights, it makes you feel invincible. Others, it leaves you burning with longing.

Tonight, the moon gleams overhead, a quiet silver disc in the sky, as you step along the streets of Baltimore. Your platinum-blonde hair catches the moonlight like spun silver, while your golden eyes are darkened with centuries’ worth of memories. Despite the hush of the city at such a late hour, you sense someone watching. Not an uncommon occurrence, but you can’t help the faint grin tugging at your lips.

He has found you again.

“Are you lost?” comes a soft, cautious voice from behind you.

Turning, you greet the man standing there with a faint nod. Under the lone streetlamp’s glow, you see the tension in Will Graham’s stance. His dark curls seem to frame a gaze that flickers between curiosity and empathy. You know that gaze well, the powerful empathy that draws him to wounded creatures—whether they walk on four legs or two. Or, in your case, something else entirely.

You offer him a slight bow of your head. “No,” you murmur. “Just alone.”

He studies your face. Anyone else might see only a handsome stranger, but Will senses the echo of something deeper—something not quite human. His brows knit gently. “There’s an emptiness around you,” he says, half to himself, half to you. “It’s like…” His words trail off.

You find yourself stepping closer, hair whispering over your shoulders. You speak with a calmness that’s centuries in the making. “It doesn’t bother you?”

Will only half-smiles. “Not sure yet.”

In the hush that follows, there is a faint rustle—another presence stepping out from the darkness. You turn sharply, your heightened senses recognizing this man even before your gaze can land on him. Hannibal Lecter’s refined aura precedes him. He stands just beyond the reach of the streetlamp, wearing a dark overcoat, and in his eyes glimmers a blend of intense curiosity and quiet fascination.

“I see you’ve met Will,” he says with his measured cadence. His voice is smooth, cultured, every syllable perfectly placed. “I’m Hannibal Lecter.”

You simply give him a polite, centuries-old courtesy nod, your own brand of chivalry. “I’m aware,” you say, giving a secretive little smile.

Hannibal inclines his head with intrigue. “You know me?”

“I’ve heard stories,” you murmur. You keep your own secrets well—this is one of the many reasons you have survived so long. You know these two are not ordinary men. One hunts monsters; the other one is a monster in human skin. Yet you sense no threat. In your long existence, you’ve learned that sometimes the most unlikely of bonds can be formed over fascination and darkness.

Your first night at Hannibal’s lavish home is a carefully orchestrated affair. You don’t need an invitation to slip into his world—some unspoken magnetism exists between you three. You come at his request, long hair tied loosely back, golden eyes absorbing the soft glow of the dining room. A single red candle flickers at the center of the table. The scents of rosemary and thyme float through the air. There’s a subtle, rich undercurrent that might disquiet a normal human. To you, it’s enticing. Hannibal’s eyes track your every move, while Will watches with a mix of wariness and longing.

Hannibal, always poised, presents a decadent meal. His skill with cuisine is legendary, and you admire his artistry—even if you have suspicions about certain ingredients. Your golden eyes flick to the plate with mild curiosity, then you raise them to Will and Hannibal. “I don’t typically partake in…human fare,” you say politely, leaning back into the chair. The flickering candlelight dances against your pale features.

Hannibal offers a gracious incline of his head. “No insult taken. I understand if your habits differ.”

Will’s mouth quirks at one corner. “You can tell us about yourself instead.”

They watch your every breath as you trace a fingertip around the lip of your wine glass. You let the tension wind in the air, enjoying their rapt attention. “I have existed for many years,” you begin. “Centuries, if you will. Time has a way of dulling the senses, which is why I search for new experiences…” Your eyes flash gold. “And interesting company.” There’s a flutter in Will’s chest. He can’t hide it; you hear the slight hitch in his breath. Hannibal’s eyes reveal satisfaction, his curiosity mounting.

It’s Will who first breaks down the walls. Over the following weeks, you find yourself drawn to him—his empathy, his vulnerability, his unwavering desire to understand even the darkest parts of others. On more than one occasion, you and Will take late-night walks through the woods behind his house. He confides in you the weight of nightmares, of feeling too deeply. You softly explain that time dulls certain pains, but your ancient heart remains capable of new scars.

One evening, the moon is bright overhead, silver illuminating every strand of your platinum hair, your golden eyes gleaming. Will suddenly stops, turning to face you. “How do you stand it?” he asks, voice thick with emotion. “How do you bear seeing so much and going on forever?”

You tilt your head. You’ve asked yourself the same question countless times. “I survive by allowing myself to savor the rare beauties of the world—like quiet nights, moonlit forests,” you say, stepping closer. You can almost hear the rush of blood in his veins, and your fangs ache. “And souls that fascinate me.”

His cheeks flush, not from fear, but from a sense of closeness he’s never quite felt with anyone else. A heartbeat passes, and he lunges forward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s a sudden, urgent kiss. You respond in kind, centuries of loneliness dissolving in the warmth that is Will Graham’s humanity.

Hannibal Lecter is different. Where Will is stormy and turbulent with empathy, Hannibal is cold fire, methodical in his pursuit of what intrigues him. His interest in you has grown with every meeting. You catch the traces of desire in the way his dark eyes slide over your face, your hair, your body. He is unflinching.

One evening, you accept another invitation to his home. You arrive just as a violin concerto plays softly on his stereo. He bids you to follow him to his parlor, where two glasses of deep burgundy wine await. “I took the liberty of procuring something special,” he says, handing you a wine glass filled with a liquid that is not wine. You inhale the scent—thick, coppery. It’s fresh blood, carefully warmed, laced with delicate notes of something akin to sweet spice. Your centuries-honed senses reel.

He sits across from you, elbows on his knees, studying your reaction. His voice is low. “I trust it meets your needs.”

Your eyes narrow slightly. “You toy with danger, Dr. Lecter.”

A hint of a smile crosses his face. “Danger is so often misunderstood. I prefer to consider it an exploration.” You sip—carefully, indulgently—and you feel his dark gaze track every movement of your throat. It is an intimate, visceral moment. The air thickens with unspoken tension.

In the hush, you lock eyes with him. “And what do you want to discover?”

Hannibal sets his wine aside, rising to stand before you. He tilts your chin upward with clinical gentleness, the pressure of his fingertips both polite and possessive. “Whether something as timeless as you can feel obsession or even love.” You let him bend to kiss you, a languorous brush of lips that tastes of fine wine and predatory indulgence. Like a snake around its prey, but you—oh, you are no helpless creature. You return the kiss with equal fervor, letting him sense the centuries of want coiled behind your restraint.

In time, you find yourself often in the quiet presence of both Hannibal and Will. They form a precarious balance—Will’s empathy bridging the darkness, Hannibal’s refined cruelty tempered by genuine fascination. They both watch you with desires they are only just beginning to articulate.

Will’s eyes shift from Hannibal to you. “It’s strange,” he admits one night after dinner, a meal that you’ve politely observed but not partaken in. “How could we…share this?”

Hannibal levels a gaze at Will. “Do you think we can’t?” His gaze drifts to you. “Is it not possible to crave more than one kind of beauty?”

You say nothing at first, letting them speak. In your centuries, you’ve known all varieties of hunger, passion, and love. Humans have so many rules, so many limitations. But Hannibal has broken them, and Will has shattered them in his need for connection. Leaning forward, you entwine your fingers with Will’s, and with your free hand, you brush a pale strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve lived so long, I’ve learned that hearts can hold multitudes.”

Will’s breathing quickens, his cheeks flushing. You sense Hannibal’s pulse, steady yet heavier, as he slips behind you, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. For a moment, you close your golden eyes and let the swirl of your centuries melt into the present—this closeness, this strange connection.

The nights that follow blur into a tapestry of music, whispered confessions, and clandestine hunts through the city’s shadows. Sometimes you walk with Will beneath the stars, the hush of midnight an unspoken promise of safety. Other times, Hannibal lures you into hushed corners of his home, drawing you into sharp-edged kisses.

You’ve never belonged to anyone—nor have they. Yet you discover a kind of belonging here that is both enthralling and perilous. Hannibal’s presence is a constant danger, and Will’s precarious grip on his own self flickers daily. But for you, who’ve roamed centuries alone, this dual dance of desire is the most alive you’ve felt in ages. They see you as both a riddle and a comfort. They see your beauty—and your deadly potential. You are not monstrous to them; you are mesmerizing, as they are to you.

One late hour, the three of you gather in Hannibal’s drawing room. Crimson curtains filter the moonlight, casting the space in deep shadows. You stand between them—Will on your left, Hannibal on your right—each with an arm around your waist, their breaths close, hearts beating to different tempos yet syncing in one intangible thread of belonging.

“You’ve survived so long,” Will murmurs, pressing a cautious kiss to your neck, “will we be enough to keep you from drifting away?”

Hannibal’s voice flows smoothly, low and intimate. “Or will you watch us wither as the centuries continue on?”

Your lips curve into a wistful smile. “I cannot stop time, nor change the nature of my being.” You lower your gaze, hair drifting forward like a pale curtain, before lifting your eyes to them both—golden irises filled with an ancient warmth. “But I’ve learned that each moment we grasp is ours alone. What’s important is not how long it lasts, but that we truly live it.” Hannibal’s hand tightens at your waist, a promise if ever there was one. Will hides his face in your neck, his empathy bridging the eternity between you.

[szhmidty]

I can never really get over how much of the resentment towards modern art is based purely on some group of art nerds liking art you hate and disliking/dismissing art you like, and being strident about it.

With architecture, I kinda get it. You are forced, in some sense, to engage with architecture. It's funny to me that there seems to be widespread ignorance about the fact that large bricks of steel, glass, and concrete keeping getting made for economic reasons rather than artistic ones, but the distaste and frustration for it makes sense.

You just don't have to go to an art gallery full of modern art, though. Duchamp's fountain is not hiding in your closet ready to jump you.

"But szhmidty, all these hoity-toity art critics say that bullshit, degenerate modern art is supremely important, some of them even insult your intelligence or proclaim you ignorant for not liking a painting with 3 stripes or a "sculpture" that's just a lamp with a barbie doll shoved in the bulb socket."

So? Why do you care? Why do you worry about their opinion? They don't matter! They don't determine the direction of commercial art, and their relevance outside their narrow field is negligible. They don't matter, or they wouldn't if you'd just get over your seething hatred.

Why do you care if this person called you a baby for your art taste? In what way does it affect you? Why does it make you so angry? I truly do not get it.

At a certain point, I need you to realize that you're trolling yourself.

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You know what art I "love"? Christian art. Well, the stuff that's well crafted and coherent enough to be somewhat entertaining on it's own merits.

I didn't bother watching God's Not Dead 2 though 46 or whatever, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching the first one. That movie evinces a level of contempt for me, me as a person, me as someone who thinks like I do, in a really pure, unadulterated way.

The studio, actors, and champions of God's Note Dead deeply hate me and everyone like me.

But for the life of me I cannot muster resentment towards that film that comes within an order of magnitude of the resentment towards modern art and it's defenders.

There is, I guess, the unpleasant fact that I share a world with millions of people like that, that such people ultimately decide national policies. I would prefer that not be the case.

But on a personal level I just don't value or care about their opinions enough to be insulted by them. It's like being insulted by a toddler. I would genuinely be more upset if a friend's kid called me a butt-face in anger. At least I want the kid to like me.

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I have a similar dynamic with "subs only" anime fans. You have specific cases where the dub is more of an adaptation of the original, where there are strong differences between the sub and the dub, and for those I'll grant that the sub is probably better.*

I'd originally written up a paragraph on subs vs dubs here, but actually it just doesn't matter. I basically never watch a sub unless the dub is genuinely horrible, or the story is wildly different because the dub got censored for american audiences or whatever, or if a dub literally doesn't exist.

There's a large contingent of anime fans who feel contempt for me as someone who defaults to watching dubs. They will openly mock and belittle dubs preferers.

And like. I just can't care. Outside of a personal enjoyment in having arguments and yelling about things I do and don't like, I simply feel nothing when I see contemptuous comments from subs preferers.

*The exception is Ghost Stories. Anyone who recommends the sub over the dub isn't merely a disciple of the holy art of subtitles, they're just delusional. Or they hate the very specific brand of humour that the Ghost Story dub is going for, but if I'm being honest I would not believe the average crunchy roll subscriber if they claimed to dislike it. I've seen what makes them cheer.

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There's something of an irony to writing 10 paragraphs dedicated to people who insult me only for me to end each section with "I don't care." Like why would I write so much if I didn't care?

Mostly I'm just trying to look for cases where I might be on the other side of this issue, the side of the insulted, belittled, and demeaned, to put myself in the hot seat, as it were.

You can believe me when I say "I don't care" or not, I don't care.

[melyapperofthecentury]

HUGE RANT AND SPOILERS ON CH14 OF TOKYO DEBUNKER!!

TKDB Devs when I catch you....

HOOOLLLLLYYYY PEAK JIYURI THIS WAS SOMETHING!!!! GOD. GOOD GOD. You know I downloaded Tokyo Debunker purely for how fine Jiro was but the complexity of Yuri's characters has me in an iron grip dude. He's my fav now my numero one alongside Jiro.

Yuri's fear of failing to treat patients is such a real one. As a doctor you're in control of human lives and in charge of treating them. A single error or misdiagnosis can lead to death like shown in the mystery here. I feel like Mortkranken missions are always going to show that- how even though anomalous substances or beings were involved it's ultimately a human's fault. GODDDHHHH I SWEAR THEY ONLY COOK HARD WITH MORTKRANKEN. It's why they're my fav house.

Putting aside the case.... YURI. YUUUURIII OOHHHH MY SHAYYYLAAAAA MY BAAABBYYYYYGIIIRRRRRLLLLL OHHHHHHHHH

OH I ALWAYS KNEW IT.

JIN WHEN I CATCH YOU!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU JINNY BOY WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!!

OARAAAGAGGAGAGGH HES BEEN AN OPP SINCE THE BEGINNING FUCKING HAAATE FROSTHEIM HOUSE EXCEPT FOR LUCA AND KAITO.

No hate to anyone who likes the characters and houses I hate ofc LMAO BUT STIILLLL JINNNN YOU ASSSSSSSS YOU WHOLE ASSSSS YOU AND YOUR GEN STUDENTS ASSSSSSSS

YURI MY LOVELY LOVELY DOCTOR.... MY SWEET POOKIE PIE...!!! YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THIISSSSSSSSSSSS

ehe crashing out over BUT

I do want to point out Jiro's behaviour since alot of people may take it to be cold and harsh TRUST ME MY BOY JUST DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE HIS FEELINGS PROPERLY.

I think here Jiro really just didn't know what to do or how to comfort Yuri. I think he contemplated for a while and tried what he could later on. Also that he didn't show much or any emotion Infront of those frostheim students because he believes giving them a reaction will only make them want to belittle them more.

"do it when we're alone" ok gayass doctor

AHEM BUT YES. This part ohhh this part. The reason Jiro asks Yuri if there's a point in crying that time is because Yuri thinks logically and he doesn't do pointless things he's very diligent and consumed in his work. So don't cry, Yuri. There isn't a point in crying so don't be so sad without a point to it. DONT CRYYYYY I WILL CRY AWUWYUWGWHWGHAGAGGGGGGHHHHH

ehem besides Jiro telling Yuri to cry when they're alone together if he really does need to cry- THE COMFORT AND HEALTH IN THAT RELATIONSHIP DEAR GOD 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏 MY SCIENTIST YAOI!!!!

Jiro calls Yuri pathetic..... Now at first glance when those decibels hit my ears I was like NOOOOO WHAT DO YOU MEEEAAAANNANANANNSHHWHWBBW BUT then I thought and I found out! It's the same reason why Jiro didn't show any emotions to those frostheim germs! Jiro didn't want Yuri to cry out in the open because if someone sees him in that state they'll make fun of him and call him pathetic. Yuri is being weak and vulnerable and Jiro doesn't want that to be taken advantage of especially when he's already been ridiculed by those scummy frostheim germs. So don't cry, Yuri, it looks pathetic and I don't want anyone to ridicule you for that.

god they're so gay THEYRE SO GAY. YURI'S WARDING CARD PROVES THEYRE GAY. THEY ARE YAOI. anyway we also see Jiro mentioning the incubation period which we know what happened with the Oui, C'est Bon and Aizono. This was Jiro revealing a part of the case that didn't make sense and giving a hint to Yuri to solve it. Why was this so urgent? Well besides obvious reasons, It's so Yuri could make a breakthrough and solve the case himself which is something that brings him joy! And we see him cheer up after that.... GODDD I LOVE HIIMM. I LOVE THEEEMMMMMMM.

Jiro smiling like a gayass when realizing Yuri found out the truth of the case.... MY YAOIS.... MY BOYFRIENDS.... Well not MY boyfriends but like they're boyfriends and they're my baby pookie gays I love them so much.

[embretheworld]

crk fanfic idea

because i do NOT have the motivation or inspiration to write it

affogato cookie is slowly poisoning dark cacao cookie all along and when his son was gonna fight him the first time he began to crumble making choco rethink his descions and catching him off guard.

the idea is i'm forcing them to have a confrontation by someone else attempting to kill his father instead making choco realize 'damn i actually do care about my dad deep down, i really dont want this to happen'

but also since he's the kings son and he know the in's and outs of the castle therefore, knows the secret passages and is able to get his dad to safety. upon therein meeting with the former watcher(Caramel arrow cookie) who he taught how to shoot a bow and a group shes with. they have a brief meeting upon therein gingerbrave and the group begrudingly allow dark choco on their team. it is then they are all force to realize that yeah, while yes, we want to retreat we cannot because they CANNOT under ANY circumstances be allowed to get the soul jam. and so the group trudges on with a king thats slowly sccumbing to the poison, the only thing keeping him from dying being custard the third's healing. they manage to get to the soul jam in time but due to dark cacao's crumbling state he is unable to resist pomegrante cookie's spell, however, it goes wrong. not only does dark cacao cookie do beserek, he goes *rouge*. lashing out against anyone and everyone around him. partly inspired by a tiktok i saw ngl, in this state he's able to recognize his son despite this and is what brings him back to his senses.

and so, with the pomagrante and the others having retreated in the chaos they don't see when the king reverts back into his original form he doesn't wake up. No he isn't dead he is in a coma. thanks to his soul jam he's alive despite the poisoning! however, while custard the third may be a descendant of pure vanilla cookie this is something he cannot heal, he simply doesn't have enough practice for it. but here's the thing, someone needs to stay here and help fight back against the licorice sea and rebuild the kingdom. it is then that dark choco cookie steps up to become prince once more to ensure his father lives.

his first order is that a letter is sent out to pure vanilla cookie inlisting his help to cure his father. and his second is not an order but a request, a favor if you may, that gingerbrave and his friends stay and help the kingdom. while yes custard the third's power isn't as strong as pure vanilla it's still good enough to momentarily tide the affects it'll have on his father's body. and so the group stays and a letter is sent out to pure vanilla.

what is pure vanilla doing you may ask? well feeding the birds. it is upon this lovely afternoon, clear and sunny, the perfect temperature he gets a letter that rocks his world. his lover- though he questions with how long its been if he can even call dark cacao that or deserves to- has slipped into a coma due to a poisoning.

his mind is sent into a whirlwind but he knows he must go, his friend needs him. and so he does. with black rasin cookie by his side they venture to the kingdom but all pure vanilla can think about the last letter he sent to him before all of this happened, before he asked gingerbrave and his friends to give him a note to inlist him into their war effort against dark enchantress. 'do you think of me like i think of you?' was one of the things the letter said. its all he can thing of, that letter. yet before he can spiral he meets the man who poisoned the man he loves in the snow. affogato cookie. pure vanilla is filled with nothing more than rage at that very moment. he wants vengeance and be like “how ***dare*** you,” when it comes to him. he wants him to suffer like dark cacao did. he wants to hurt him. but he knows if dark cacao were here he would not, he would simply banish the man. so despite how he feels he does not harm the man but simply tell him to never come back here if he knows whats good for it.

and so he finally arrives to the kingdom and rushes to his lovers side. yet despite healing him dark cacao doesn't wake up.

so, pure vanilla spends this time by dark cacao side. reading books he found in his room silently mourning the fact he wasn't there to help when he was needed.

it is during this time he has a talk with dark choco cookie who has taken up his fathers crown while he was out. at first the talk is tense, all he can do is ask 'why'. why did he strike his father that day. why come back now. why help now. why why why.

all he can think about is how much his friend suffered during that time, spending day and night searching for a son he didn't even know was alive and now he comes back now as if nothing happens? he saw his friend grieve someone who wasn't even dead and it hurts.

it all hurts.

but it hurts dark choco to. it hurts that the last day he might have had with his father is one where half of it he planned to kill him. it hurts to know his father never truly gave up on him. it hurts what his father said. but it hurts to know that he never got the chance to apologize to him, neither he nor his father got the chance to apologize to each other.

and it hurts.

but the thing is dark cacao doesn't understand why hes woken up to the two people he loves crying. and so he asks, simply:

why?

but he did not expect more tears to be shed upon his awakening.

and thats all i got for now. maybe one day i'll write it. maybe not. who knows.

[glitchinginthegarden]

Woke up with thoughts so here we go:

Johnny’s behavior early in the game makes 100% sense and I support it because it fits his character writing and situation.

I've been seeing a lot of newer cyberpunk players getting onto the "Johnny is an absolute piece of shit" / "why would anyone do anything for this douchebag" soapbox and they're entitled to that opinion BUT...

Coming from the perspective of having completed the game multiple times and done plenty of digging into the ttrpg stuff, it fits. We also have to keep in mind the unreliable narrator factor but that's another thing all together.

In the beginning (after the nightmare night), Johnny is playing the face of cool dude who's suddenly on V's side while actively attempting to manipulate them. This tracks for his character, yes, but also for Night City.

If their positions were swapped, I know for a fact my V would be doing the same exact thing to her unwilling host. Which, when you break it down, is simply an attempt to regain control over a situation where she has none.

I don't blame Johnny in the slightest for that at that point in the plot. It's in human nature to fight tooth and nail for survival. Why would that not extend to someone who's been trapped in soul prison for fifty years too?

He's just "escaped" Mikoshi only to wake up imprisoned (again) in the mind of a complete stranger. Can you blame him for trying to find an angle he can work there?

Because I don't.

Everything tells us yes, Johnny is an asshole who historically has generally only looked out for himself. But not that he's been actively or maliciously intent on causing harm to the people around him. He doesn't behave the way he does for the hell of it, he does it (in my opinion) because in the past, his flavor of manipulation has worked and usually gotten him what he wants.

Which brings me to another thing: I've also seen some comments about how he doesn't tell V certain things depending on how you talk to him. That he withholds more if V is nice than when they're more mean to him. And that also tracks for his character.

Now, I will say that I haven't played a lot of "be mean to Johnny" runs, but if he does drop more info for that, I'm not surprised. Case and point: the oil fields.

Johnny is a person who won't take shit seriously unless he gets a kick in the ass for his behavior. V has to call him on his bullshit to get that sweet approval boost for Don't Fear The Reaper. So, it ultimately it makes sense for him to cough up more information along the line if V isn't being nice about getting it or calls him on being a dodgy fuck. Johnny doesn't fuck with weak people unless he can use them, that's not a secret.

He's playing his cards close to his chest for the most part and it makes sense. He has sparingly few hands to play after 50 years in soul prison. Why would he show his spread to someone who, depending on where you are in the plot, ultimately wants to end him again and scrape him off their brain? He's trying to survive.

He's a disabled man with a grand total of eighty something years of untreated ptsd and people wonder why he's not forthcoming with what he knows? Of course he's not. It's unreasonable to expect that, and especially from a character like his.

The point I'm trying to get to here, I suppose, is that I support Johnny’s wrongs because they're in line with his character and that's part of what makes him so well written. Yes, he's an asshole. Yes, he manipulates and lies and cheats to serve his needs. But, c'mon, look at the whole picture. Look at the setting and the other players on the board, and tell me it doesn't make perfect sense.

[loveanddeephistory]

Rafayel with a Witchy MC

I sent @poisonf0rest an ask talking about this but as someone who's on the spiritual side, I can't stop thinking about how funny it would be for someone who works with different deities to find out their boyfriend was one. So this is incredibly self indulgent and niche.

Not proofread, this is specifically for shits and giggles.

WC: 1.2k

divider by @thecutestgrotto

Everyone's got their beliefs and little practices. Tara does tarot readings without anyone batting an eye, Xavier will pray at a shrine with others, and you have a full practice. As accepting as Linkon is, you know outright witchcraft was a little out of the norm

You keep it chill. You have an altar and keep it clean, honor your ancestors where appropriate, visit shrines, leave offerings. You have your main patron but you're not stingy with your respect.

You keep it on the down low, though. You discuss how sassy your tarot deck is getting with you around Tara in public leave it at that.

When you get into a relationship with Rafayel? You know you have to come out of the (broom) closet eventually, but you start slow.

You discuss some tarot readings where he showed up, to which Rafayel expresses interest. Unless it's bad, then he scoffs.

"What would a stack of cards know about us >:("

You add in some herbal knowledge, maybe drop hints about deity work

But then Ebb and Flow happens. Finding out your boyfriend is basically a merman makes you feel a looooot less guilty about dabbling in magic and not telling him.

Shortly after you just come out and say it, he isn't surprised, but you can't help but catch a weird glint in his eye. Like a fleeting glimpse of deja vu.

Things smooth out from there. With these big secrets off both your chests you move on. You're pleasantly surprised to find him showing off his own knowledge of magic over time, teasingly cursing you in Lemurian, showing his knowledge of tarot during an abyssal chaos commission, and eventually revealing he, too, is a god.

As shocked as you are, it makes sense. He makes your hair stand on end the same way other presences do during a prayer or ritual. At first you chalked it up to how he always made your heart flutter, but look at him. Look at him and say you aren't surprised he's divine.

The first time he visits your place is what surprises both of you the most.

Your altar is in a private space and he doesn't go out of his way to snoop (to your knowledge), but you do catch him staring at the statue of your patron deity.

"Y/N." His voice, melodic as always, was tense. "Tell me that isn't what I think it is." You turned, peering into the corner of the room where your small altar lay. It was humble, a couple of dried flower petals, a bowl for offerings, and the statue. You shrug.

"It's an altar."

"Yeah. And it isn't for me." He turned to you, a look akin to absolute betrayal on his face. You poked his cheek.

"Yeah, well, last I checked you're my boyfriend. What are you first? My boyfriend, or my god?" He immediately opened his mouth, ready to answer. But he paused. He lifted a finger to his chin, breaking eye contact. The silence hung in the air for a few moments as he attempted to puzzle the answer for himself.

"Both...?"

"I'm not gonna lie, wouldn't that make us have a huge power imbalance?" You kept teasing him, even as that bottom lip jutted out.

"No, you still have the bond, it's not like I'm gonna force you to do anything." There's the pouty fishie you know and love. He seemed almost genuinely distraught that you were paying attention to other gods. "But isn't this, like... cheating? Or something?"

"If that were true, I started working with these gods long before I knew who you were." You chastised right back. He was immediately ready to argue with you, but caught himself before he could. He groaned.

"Okay. Whatever. Just- make me one, too. I wanna be included."

And thus, the hunt for proper tools for a sea themed new altar began. The first part was easy, repurposing some of Rafayel's gifts. The jar full of sand and seashells was first to go on, along with a beautiful blue scarf he got you for an altar cloth. A little ceramic bowl he made became the offering bowl. Rafayel gifted you seashells with the expectation that they be placed on his altar, and you were happy to oblige. You found out his favorite scents for designated candles.

You were tempted to get a designated oracle deck for him, but he talked you out of it.

"If you want my advice on something, just call me, cutie." He was quick to flick your forehead as well. While you'd received the spiritual equivalent of a Gibbs slap from ancestors and deities before, this was a new ride in and of itself.

Oh, but it was wholeheartedly mutual. You couldn't just date a god and not banter back. You couldn't just sever the relationships you did have, nor did you want to, so you still spent time with your patron deity. A prayer here, a reading there, an offering where appropriate.

Every. Single. Time. Without fail. Rafayel would call or text you.

You had just lit some incense, leaving a bowl full of fruit for the deity, clasping your hands and murmuring your prayer before your phone loudly began to ring. You recognized the song you had set up for your beloved, so you answer your phone.

"I know that isn't for who I think it's for, is it?" There was no greeting. No 'hello love of my life', no 'hi cutie', just straight to sharply asking about the offering.

"I was just about to get to yours! I light incense for you, you know, if you want fruit I'll buy you some and come by Whitesand."

"Cutieeeee, I should be your patron, not them! I'm your boyfriend and your god!"

"Well technically since I'm not a Lemurian-"

"No. It counts." He came off a little sharper than intended, you could tell by his immediate sigh. "It counts." His voice softened. "You're still my follower."

"I am, yes, I am your follower. I am also your partner and beloved bodyguard. If you really want my prayers, I can just call or text you. If you want offerings, I can swing by with some takeout for dinner?" You glanced at the incense burning, the scented smoke filling the room in the most satisfying way. The smoke began to curl and shift. It seemed aquatic.

And from that alone you knew why you felt the air shift. You smiled, speaking gently into your receiver. "I got that oceanic incense you recommended the other day, baby. Want me to burn it while I place the order?"

"... yes, please."

Your other deities were rarely so polite. Though, of course, you weren't dating them. Your dynamics were different. They could be sassy through tarot cards, or the flame of a candle spitting back at you when you went to extinguish it. Rafayel could just be sassy to your face. That perfect bottom lip jutting out as his ears turned red.

Rafayel was unlike any god you had every worked with. But something about him felt familiar anyway. So you lit his incense, put it in his incense holder, on his altar. Pictures of the two of you decorating it, his gifts littered about, signs of his affection for you everywhere.

And as you stood in awe at the altar of his devotion, the air stilled. You would be in his arms soon enough, with an offering of takeout and your prayers of devotion spoken directly into his ears, trailed down his bare chest, wrapping around his body in the devotion of a darling devotee. But for now, you could still feel the air shift. You could practically feel his arms around you already.

[sharpth1ng]

I like to call the Jackass group the gayest straight guys you’ll ever see

No cause it could have been the most toxic hyper-masculinity fest but its just... not? Its socioculturally kind of fascinating because its so different from everything else at that time, like it came out of skate culture but also gay icon Rip Taylor shows up in every movie until he passes away?

Beyond that, what they're engaging in is very clearly kink. Regardless of whether or not its sexual, it's kink. They consent to hurting and humiliating each other and after they all laugh together?

Chris Pontius is also almost always wearing nothing but a thong and none of the other guys seem uncomfortable with that? They don't seem to be guarding themselves against accusations of homoeroticism and by bringing actual gay people (like Rip and John Waters) as friends they're explicitly accepting queer people in their fandom.

These were a bunch of (at least assumed) straight men openly embracing VISIBLY gay men in the early 2000's, which is actually pretty radical. Like it was not something that would get you any sort of cred at that time, if anything it was the opposite of what anyone would think their audience wanted. It was all 'no-homo' at that time, and these guys were shocking each others balls and putting stuff up each others asses on tv, without ever once pausing to posture their straightness. And as a result it's super unsurprising to me that they now have a lot of queer fans!

I think in a lot of ways Jackass is doing what John Waters does with his filmography, so it makes complete sense that he would make friends with Knoxville. They're both doing this kind of pushing of the boundaries of what is "respectable" or comfortable for a mainstream audience to watch is (at least according to Waters) a fundamentally queer way of making media. It rejects hetero-normative cultural standards about what should be seen on tv, stuff that gets talked down and rejected not because its doing any real harm (to anyone who isn't consenting) but because straight men are disturbed by seeing other men put their dicks in danger and brand their friends asses.

Actual quote from Steve-o: "We always thought it was funny to force a heterosexual MTV generation to deal with all of our thongs and homoerotic humor."

I'm not trying to say here that they're all actually queer or that Jackass is some sort of humanitarian creation, but I don't think they get the credit they deserve for the queerness of the media they created, and they definitely don't get credited for what I think is a pretty positive kind of masculinity in a time when that was far from the norm.

[arthur-lesters-ass-hair]

SPOILERS FOR PART 50

What the fuck why is this guy so much of a submissive isn't he a cultist

Orthur saw a cowboy movie four times I'm laughing my ass off because all I can envision is Brokeback Mountain

He CANNOT get on this horse and refuses a stool

Poor John trying to help- 'you were resting!' my man is trying too hard to keep this little brit from curling up

Who tf is John Wayne *Googles* oh THATS John Wayne

He can't drive this car (horse) for the life of him

Everard definitely saw Arthur suck ass at riding and nodded sagely to not laugh

IS THIS BLACK KNIGHT FUCKING SCOTTISH OH MY GOD

Does anyone ever notice John checking them out

Day of Wrath mention!!!!!

What the fuck what's happening SHUT UP YORICK

OH FUCK OH FUCK MOTHER DARKNESS OH NO

Oh this old bitch is absolutely a god no doubt

Green eyes? Hello gorgeous exotic milf

Knights are like 'does she know you baby? You sure you wanna talk to her? Blink if you need help!'

What the everloving shit is she doing with that man's greying hair

CHANTING

Oh she hates orders more than the people who killed her child- dayum Greek God coded

Also LILITH MENTIONS

SHES CANONICALLY HIS (KAYNES) DAUGHTER I FUCKING CALLED IT I CALLED IT

Oh she's genocidal alright that makes way too much sense

FEEDS ON FEAR YOU SAY???

Kayne's genetics are working hard

Paranoia planting yayy

Lilith is older than the earth??? Milf

MALEVOLENT MENTION??

YOU'RE SAYING NO TO THE ROTTONG MILF??? hot

Arrogance? Yes.

Oh not a good smile

'GOOD'?

Oh she's angy

I want this lady to dominate me

That was threatening

Houdini ass

Oh shit Lilith is like 'im baaaaaaack!!!' frfr

Wonder how Kayne feels about this hope he's a good father

Dark Knight being a thing of Mother Darkness feels too obvious

Is it the twink? Antwon? Probs. He's dead he's too innocent

Not working together??

Oh FINAL STONE?

Lilith is Thanos

Yorickkkkkkk pleaseeee

OH he's just a silenced poor little guy with autism

Healthy argument surprisingly

I hope Lilith gets a female voice actor- all these old women then BOOM female

'just saying???' fair enough

He'll absolutely not honour his word in the way Arthur hopes but oh fucking well

'hope'? YES this podcast is about hope

Oh the knight is talking

Alia or whoever she is??? Definitely not human

Seraph??? ANGL? Oh witch fair enough

Eyes and tongue? Ardur?

Human connection??? Oh she's a Yorick with tits and no tongue

Oh fuck what's the knight yelling about

KELLIN MENTION

Yeah Yorick phone but lady

What's the knight- oh he's just curious aggressively

Telling the truth? Damn orthur

Telling damn near the whole truth? Sexy but confusing

Knight is reasonable

Way too reasonable

He's evil or going to die or worse

Damn Alia is evil one way Google maps

Oh she wants to chat to the brit poor choice

HAH THE HORSE IS 'JOHN WAYNE' THANK YOU YORICK

Harlan has definitely seen the cowboy aus

WAS a vanguard wtf?

Okay telephone Alia doesn't want Lilith to win fair enough

Two souls? No shit

A role to play? Fuck this ominous shit goddamnit harlot githrie

Damn he wants a palm reading

GOOD? Huh

At least he's also confused

Arthur is fucking dead fym final act

Oh she's dead in the future

Invisible ink or something? Maybe John's special eyes

HOPE MESSAGE YES

MALEVOLENT is all about hope even with the whimpering Brit

'trust his words in the end' Is this about Yorick or John???? Fak that's gonna make conflict

PIT MENTION

They need to hug

Okay he's being hopeful that's good

They're both being hopeful!!!

Yayyy!!!!

Still ten episodes left we're so fucked

THEY ARE BEING NICE TO YORICK YAY

oh no his autism is leaving

Poor baby

HE'S BECOMING SOMETHING ELSE YAY

Awwwww he's their little autist son who is definitely going to betray them awwwwwwwwww

YAY

EPS over I am happy

[kamisamabest]

first question: do you have any proof that Crowley and ferid are based on the chars you mentioned? by proof i mean the author/artist stating their inspirations. i think not. and as i said,just because you got inspired from one thing doesn't mean that the thing you create is that thing. Crowley didn't care about his brain being fried,because ferid always kept things from him,manipulated him from start to end, didn't care to tell him about any of his plans and Crowley was tired of it as he stated before. they never had any romantic/sexual interactions except for ferid sucking Crowley's blood.

the vampire relations in owasera is:

vamp finds human,turns human into vamp->parental

human that was turned into a vamp discovers another vamp turned by the same vamp->siblings

this was how Crowley and ferids relation was. what you mean is

vamp finds human,likes the human a lot,goes "hmm y'know what you're gonna suffer w me for all eternity and we'll be bffs",turns human into vamp.

vampires can't have romantic relationships with other vamps/humans because they don't have feelings,their only feelings are the strongest feelings from their human times. for example,mika was in love with yuu before he was turned,so he kept his feelings for yuu.

second, creating fandom content is perfectly fine. you said it yourself that you meant "fanfictions,fanarts,headcanons" etc. and (shocking) i do that too. what is a problem and is annoying is someone mischaracterizing a character while creating that content. for example: writing a canonically gay character with a partner of the opposite gender is ignoring the canon. someone saying that x character is in love with y character while the character shows clear anger and hatred towards that character is mischaracterizing. this,is the problem and what im angry at because it disrespects the creator of the characters.

third- what are you even trying to get at in the last paragraph? im literally a queer person,who is aroace,androromantic/sexual and libramasc? i never said anything about "characters are straight unless explicitly stated else",and that is an argument that i hate with a burning passion. where did you get that from????

if the answer to that is "you said ferid wants to sleep w women again" i said that to show that again,crowferi makes zero sense. oh and also it definitely was not a queer guy wanting to be straight,ferid said himself he doesn't feel any attraction to anyone but he wants to feel attracted to women and sleep with them again. key words are no attraction and again.

if you can't understand it, I'll js break it down for you in order to not insult you again. he says he wants to be attracted to women again,which means that in his human years,he liked women a lot and loved sleeping with them. but now he has a lack of any attraction towards anyone. if you ignore "again" (which you did..),it can be interpreted that way. but he explicitly states that.

also,he doesn't flirt with Crowley. he teases him to provoke him and get a reaction out of him,which he does to basically everyone. he says that he gets suicidal whenever he's alone and not talking to anyone and the author says that he does stuff that people will misunderstand,he does it on purpose so he can "have fun" in his immortal life because as I stated,he says that if he doesn't he gets suicidal and wants to kill himself.

your arguments are based off of misinterpretation of canon statements. you take canon,twist it and say that it's in x context when it isn't,like you did in the last paragraph.

i can assure you that you do not have more experience with queer media than i do. i went through your blog a little bit and didn't find anything about you mentioning anything about you being queer yourself,(im merely assuming you're straight here feel free to correct me if im wrong) but tell me,how does someone have more experience with queer media than a literal queer person(kami) who knew he was queer from childhood,been to many queer spaces and has tons of queer friends whom he communicates often with?

oh and you're contradicting yourself. you say you never said you thought their relationship was romantic but then you showed ferid '''flirting''' (lmfao) with Crowley as '''proof'''.

i could write tons of more counterarguments here.

kami's rage

[podcastwizard]

muffin for breakfast and sandwich for lunch. gotta appreciate a really classic day of eating.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Probs a random question, but IK moved to England when she was quite young, right? Does that mean she developed one of the many accents there, and if so, could you tell us which one?

ooh i haven't really thought about this before... it's definitely not one of the posh ones, that's all i can say--

let me think about this... the boring answer is just "received pronunciation" but the thing about rp is that no one ever has a pure standard english accent anyway. now, this is going to be high specific, but!

take received pronunciation as the base, then make it softly yorkshire - but with an irish inflection on certain words that she learned from her aunt lisa

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Vibes based grading system.

(for @epistemologys, who wanted some post-canon, teacher WWX)

[rars]

helena eagan is yandere but for adult women with jobs. Grown Adult Woman CEO Yandere, even

[fiapple]

i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.

just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.

you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.

to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

The fact that Aveline is nicer to Carver when he's dead than when he's alive is so... oh, I don't know, super goddamn annoying?

"I would've liked him" Aveline, you called him a tit in this exact conversation when I played as a mage just because he didn't want to openly talk about his Ostagar trauma with you in front of everyone, you blocked from a job in the guard, and you're so condescending to him all the time, like???

I don't doubt that Aveline cares about him when he's alive but maybe I wouldn't be so bitter about it if she treated him better.