#don't ask me to elaborate i fear i cannot

[horsemeatluvr23]

i think watching bdubs videos is the closest i've ever come to being convinced by organised religion

[madamechrissy]

The Last Mad King

Pairings- Satoru Targaryen x F! reader

Warnings - just sexual tension and talk in this, him being BATSHIT crazy, randomly killing mfs with fire - he's psychotic, breed kink like a mf, terrified ass reader, and a pretty dragon! <3

Okay this was an idea @sweetlandspos and me were dying over!!! Gojo as a Targaryen ahhh!

Part Two>>>

They call him the mad king.

Satoru - the last descendent of the Targaryens', the last of the dragon riders. He's sitting there on his elaborate golden throne, a fucking insane look in his bright blue eyes, those silvery white locks brushed back just so under his golden crown, wrapping his head. It glimmers under the fires lit above in the cast iron chandelier as you walk in slowly.

You have a guard on either arm in their silver armor, as if to make sure you don't try to escape - Satoru's brides were notorious for running off, or just eliminating themselves from the candidacy. Several were now in the dungeon for their discrepancies, but here you are, a perfect candidate from a perfect bloodline.

You weren't as brave as them.

If a dungeon is preferable to the mad King's company, just who is this fucking man? You've heard tales across the nation, of him killing his own people when they merely piss him off, of his powers that seem to be tall tales, but nothing prepared you for walking in and seeing him sitting next to a white dragon.

The dragon has the same beautiful blue eyes, she's towering over you, but not so big that she cannot fit in the throne room, roaring as you shrink back in fear. Satoru's eyes drift up and down your body in the thin gauze gown they've thrown you in, hiding nothing, he smirks as you tremble.

"Ah, my new bride, c'mere sweetheart, lemme see if you pass the inspection," he's grinning with white teeth flashing, you eye his dragon, its scales shimmering as he laughs then. "Are you scared of her? She's the last thing you should fear. Come."

Fuck.

You take a shaky breath, slippers dancing across the cold, unforgiving stone floor underneath, making you tremble more as you walk across the expanse, the guards letting your arms go. Satoru pauses as he sees your tits sway under that gown, as he sees your hips move side to side, begging for his hands.

You're perfect, terrified, big eyes wide in fear as you assess him, until you stand before him, and he leans forward in his massive throne. He stands then, towering over you, as his dragon tilts it's head, it's mouth opening in a gentle roar, he's chuckling like a psycho, a mad laughter that fits his tales, as he tilts your head.

"Attention on me, girl, only me." He tilts your chin up for an inspection, walking around you slowly in his majestic blue robes, his heeled boots clicking along the floor and echoing. "Fuck... you are by far the most superb offering I've had, just look at you."

As he speaks his lewd praise, he lifts your hair off your shoulders, brushing his fingers down the sides of your breasts, smirking as your nipples perk up, your breasts heaving with your terrified breaths. He cooes at you then, slipping his thumbs across them.

"Perfect," he slips his hands to your hips now, exhaling. "Breedable hips, too, hmm," he shocks you then, pressing you forward, until your head is against his throne, he assesses you from the back, his hands now gripping your ass.

"Your Majesty, please..." You're begging, and he's laughing then.

"I'll fuck you soon enough, no need to beg beautiful, just needed to see it from the back... mmm..." he stands you up after his careful assessment, standing you up, wrapping his big arms around you and tugging you close.

"Please, I..."

"Shh, shh, soon enough, I'll have you full of babies pretty girl," his voice is a terrifying caress, the dragon's blue eyes light up as Satoru looks at her. "What do you think, Sapphire, do you like her too!? I think I like this one!"

He's asking a fucking dragon if she likes you!? In a boyish tone mind you, not one of a king, like he's just a young silly little guy and not a psycho!

The dragon - Sapphire you guess - leans forward, Satoru takes your hand and she bumps it with her nose, cool scales feeling surprisingly smooth, and your heart hammers in your chest. Satoru moans a bit, pressing closer, cock thick and hard even under his layers of clothing, you shut your eyes in fear.

"She likes you, oh you're perfect," he's laughing again, turning you and cupping your face. "Are you crying? No, that just won't do," he laps the tears off with the tip of his tongue sighing. "You do look pretty crying though."

You say nothing, when the negotiations are set, and Satoru will finally have his bride. He's got you sitting on his lap, pressed against one of his hard thighs over the velvet of his pants, his hand resting on your thigh over the thin gossamer. You can hardly speak or think, as you watch him burn two people alive as they apparently have wronged him.

You sit through the entire meeting, almost naked in front of all these people, when Satoru tugs you further up his thigh, his lips against your ear. "I can't wait to put ten Targaryens inside your womb, fuck I can't wait to have you cockwarm me right here," he's pressing your tummy, you whine out. "You'd like that, hmm, pretty cunt wrapping my cock?"

You can't answer, a mix of feeling soaking wet and wanting to run yanking you in every direction, when he lands a sharp smack on your thigh. "Y-yes your majesty!"

"Perfect, soon sweetheart, very soon," his grin is as beautiful as it is terrifying. "We'll have all of our babies riding dragons again, we'll take everything back, hmm?"

You just nod and earn a kiss on your lips - your first, from an insane psychopath of a king, who just wants to breed you right here - and he lets you know. If you were his wife, he'd have no problem fucking loads of his seed in your womb right here, and you're left with an insane king and a fucking dragon surrounding you.

How did you end up here, and would you end up alive?

aha this was fun why does gojo fit so well??? I'm legit thinking of making it a drabble series or something - talk me out of itttt

[jymwahuwu]

Hi! Really love your stories they always scratch my brain (*≧∀≦*)❤️, so I got an idea and wanted to ask what you think about it

I got this question with Sunday on the minigame/event (idk what to call it lol)

"Just as you're about to pull a dusty hard-leatherback book, you hear a gentle whisper within earshot, "Averoy Rosewood's works are notorious for their obscurity," the Oak Family Head Sunday faintly smiles at you. "Perhaps you need more elaboration."

(I couldn't put the image since anon asks don't allow me to put images😮‍💨, but it's from a Board Encounter in Cosmodyssey)

and when I read it my brain immediately went WHAT IF SUNDAY FILLS THE READER WITH A VIBRATOR ON THE LIBRARY, and him just watching in amusement as he talks about books and asking her questions about them while he plays with the levels of vibrations with a control on his hands and she just struggles to make sentences, so he goes and asks "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" To tease her and remind that she's in a public space and can't make much noise unless she wants everyone to know about what they're doing.

Hmm... I wrote this about Sunday, but I feel like maybe it could be about Jing Yuan or Aventurine 🤔, anyways sorry if it sounds weird my brain sometimes goes into unga bonga mode when I think about these men.

Sincerely,

An unhinged anon.

Thank you for telling me. I experienced this event and read the content of Sunday helping us in the library!! Wrote a little bit, I hope you like it 💗🫶

cw: yandere, non-con, abuse of power, abuse of credit, vibrator, harassment

How about you being the librarian at The Family Library? A nerdy librarian. The Family claims that this is a library open to everyone to read and borrow, covering a variety of books and hologram collections.

Sunday, the leader of the Oak Family noticed you. He can accurately talk to you about your interests, hobbies and ideals, and encourage you…but one thing is that you are not religious enough in your belief in harmony. You are too withdrawn…and cannot integrate into The Family. Sing hymns, participate in activities, and protect The Family, others can do it, but what can you do? He cannot allow you to continue in this position under these circumstances. You panicked, grabbing his sleeves and pleading with him through tears. "W-what, I really believe Lord Xipe…I need this job badly! Please Mr. Sunday…"

He offered a plan. He used his gloves to push a delicate small box in front of you. You must put two vibrators in your underwear while on duty to test your professional abilities. If you can tolerate sinful sexual pleasure, you qualify for this position.

"But… Mr. Sunday, can I-can I take a break?"

"Of course. I'm not here to torture you. This is for your and everyone's happiness and harmony, I hope you understand." His words ignited the hope in your heart. "You have 2 hours a day to take them down. Allocate your own time. After get off work, you head to my office and I will check on your progress. You must do this every working day."

"Check?" Your heart sank into the starry sky and was crushed. "Okay. Mr. Sunday..."

These two vibrators… are pearl white and have an angel wings pattern on them. It's silent, but it delivers a surge of pleasure to your private parts, sometimes fast and sometimes slow down. It's not much better when it's slow - it's a long, quiet torture that gives you no relief. You kept your legs still and sorted your books and documents, your underwear getting wet. Every half minute, you check like a hawk to see if you have wet your clothes, fearing that it has become a joke in the eyes of others…

He occasionally wanders into the library to check on your work and ask you to recommend books in a certain category or answer questions about the collection.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Sunday approached you with caring eyes and ruthlessly pushed the controller frequency to the highest level. You lowered your head, holding back tears, your legs trembling. "I-I'm fine. Mr. Sunday. Thank you for your concern."

This kind-hearted gentleman and leader offers to take you to another secluded corner of the library to rest. On the road, Sunday dials down the vibration frequency and doesn't crank it up until you get to the corner. The intense ecstasy immediately hits you to the extreme and stimulates your nerves. You endured your moans, trembling in Sunday's arms as you reached orgasm. His hands caressed your hair like a lovable pet. He commented that your ability to endure needs to be improved.

After you get off work, Sunday asks you to take off all your clothes in the office and fold them on the table. He uses white gloves to inspect and rub your private parts, circling them with his thumb. In the watery light, those fingers slowly inserted between your legs and twitched. He clicked his tongue in disappointment when he realized that his fingers were already wet enough to slide into the inner walls before being inserted. "Not religious enough, are you? What are you thinking about? You're letting pleasure take over your body."

"...I'm sorry!! Mr. Sunday, Please give me a chance…" you begged with a sob, then cummed hard at his disappointed sigh.

[hanihazeljade]

Tim Drake as a Rogue "Ursula"

Ursula is known as the sea witch who grants wishes to mers who is desperate enough to ask her to grant their wishes. Ursula is often portray as a mean and bitter octopus who hold grudge to her dearest brother.

And who is more fit to become the Ursula of Gotham City than the Mad Bat himself, Tim Drake.

(CW: Cursing, Disney Plot)

Next - Ursula 2

Tim doesn't want to come back as a vigilante. He rather be a dropped out high school that found a 9-5 job as he was subbing for Bruce as he recuperate on his travels in time.

He finished his job. He is not Robin anymore and he will never go back at being Robin, so that he could be tossed out once he was no longer needed.

He doesn't even want to be associated with the bats and it's colleagues but he can never ignore the pleads of the people of Gotham. Especially, the one who is "desperates", that people who have nobody that believes in them.

So, therefore, he weave a new persona. The one who everyone avoids until they used up all of their choices. The one that is supposed to be left alone, or else you are risking yourself to the cruel contracts.

He became Ursula of Gotham. With his already pale skin, he can easily stain his skin with a sheen shade of blue and he acquired a white human hair wig that he tied in an elaborate ponytail. And of course, you cannot forgot the blood red lips. And knowing some ancient curses is handy and one of the advantages he had for having archaeologists.

Tim is having fun being Ursula. Seeing the vulnerable souls come to him and he gave them adequate contracts while those who tried to manipulate him, let's just say that they got what is equivalent of turning into a sea foam.

Ursula, the wicked witch— what the others dubbed him, has a permanent residence in the Tricorner Island. Many will tell him that he is being an idiot as it was the island that also residence the Gotham City Police Department, but you know what they said, the most dangerous place is where the safety exactly is .

As months pass by, he was establishing himself as the largest shareholder of Wayne Enterprise and putting the fear of him among the WE board. It was a hard feat as some old fossils tried to question his credibility but he quickly shut those down. He understand them as he was just nothing but a dropout highschool student and was employed through nepotism. But with his knowledge on how to fuck with Lex Luthor payed off as he can very much see the fear on those old cunts every time he bring up their bullshit plans for the Wayne Enterprise.

And also in the works of establishing the wicked witch of Tricorner Island, but even with the GCPD in his tail, he was doing nothing illegal, except for some murders here and there — not like the bats will care, he is a rogue not a vigilante, he was now one of the established not to fucked with together with Black Mask, Maroni and Falcone.

Of course he is not going unnoticed by the big bad bat himself. He was doing his own deals when suddenly his door got blown up by the Batman the Second and Robin with swords. He was in the middle of keeping the poor lady on signing her contract.

"I am sorry, young Aisha. It seems like the big old bat has something to say to me, come back tomorrow." Tim, or rather Ursula, said as his piercing blue eyes gazed to the pair. He can see the Batman shivered a little bit in his glare.

As the young lady, was now out of the premises, he looks at the pair with degrading look like how Ursula looks at everyone else.

"Well, pray tell, big bat and brat, how could this poor thing could help you." he rolled his eyes.

"What is your deal?"

Ursula gasped, "I am just trying to help some poor unfortunate souls. I am doing a great charity, I believe."

"Cut the flowery words, Ursula. We don't believe in every single words you've said."

"Well, have I done anything wrong? I am just helping."

"Helping but most of your clients disappear, like a sea foam."

Ursula chuckled, "Now, you are coining a little bit too much to Disney. I am nothing but a human, not even a meta."

"Then how— Robin!" Batman was supposed to further the interrogation but the Robin beside him suddenly shank Ursula, clearly his patience run out.

Ursula grabbed the nearest thing and coincidentally, it was a broom. But still, a wooden broom has nothing compare to the steel swords of the brat. So Ursula, did as any regular people would do and grabbed the kid's hood and spray him with pepper spray that he grabbed somewhere.

He released the kid after knowing that brat inhale too much as he start to coughed so bad. He sighed heavily, "This is why Gotham has so much desperate souls, the knight that was supposed to be protecting us was accompanied by a violent demon. The previous one was more tolerable than any of you." he said and aimed the pepper spray towards Batman, "Leave."

"We are not done, Ursula." Batman said as he carried the coughing Robin out of his residence.

Ursula smirked, "It seems like Batman doesn't recognise who Ursula is."

[frozenmoonshine]

How TR boys show affection/love?

Long time no write, but my hyperfixation is very alive and kicking, as always! And since the weather is getting chillier as we're approaching the full blown autumn, it's the perfect time for some cozy, fluffy thoughts! 🍂🍁☕️🧦

TW: none, just some slight exaggeration for comedic purposes; Reader's gender is not specified

MIKEY - bites.

You can't convince me this adorable, emo menace to society isn't a total menace in every other aspect as well! He likes you means he wants you. He also wants dorayaki because he likes it. Dorayaki is something he chews on. ........... You can see what I'm getting at. He'll just randomly start munching on any bit of your skin he can get access to. And if he gets carried away, he can bite for real! It's just Mikey logic, don't question it, there's no use. But, fair be fair, he also protecc!

DRAKEN - acts of service.

He's the type to reflexively take off his jacket and cover you when you're cold, or go get you a bottle of water when you're out in the hot weather and he noticed you struggling with the heat. He'll always carry your bags and stuff, and doesn't allow you to refuse. You need an errand done - he's already on it. And the best part is that he never thinks twice about doing any of that, it's simply his second nature.

BAJI - surprisingly... also acts of service.

CLUMSY acts of service, but acts of service nonetheless! He'll cook for you (as in, more than just instant yakisoba - an actual meal). He'll bring you a cat when you're feeling down to cheer you up. He'll teach you to fight if you need to blow some steam off. (And he'll happily spar with you, but beware - he has ulterior motives in that sparring session, iykwim 😏) Still, the biggest sign of his affection is if he lets you touch his hair!

MITSUYA - support.

I was tempted to say 'words of affirmation', but on the second thought, just support in every shape and form that you might need. He's your shoulder to cry on when you need to, someone who believes in you when you doubt yourself, and someone you can always rely on no matter if you're going through a petty drama or your world actually just fell apart. He's always there by your side, through thick and thin!

KAZUTORA - trust.

They say that jealousy is the sign of love, but it's the exact opposite in Kazu's case! If you really mean something to him, he won't experience the least bit of jealousy, even if he saw you sitting butt-naked in another man's lap! He'll also be fully comfortable being himself around you, and feel safe to share his past, traumas, mistakes, and his healing journey, without fear of being judged or abandoned. He will just know in his heart that you are his person no matter what!

KOKO - self-sacrifice & physical touch.

I think this is pretty much canon, but allow me to elaborate nonetheless.

Hajime is passionate. When he falls in love, he falls head over heels and worships the ground his s/o walks on! His devotion can sometimes border on obsession, and there is nothing he wouldn't be willing to do for his love! And I mean - nothing - literally no limits! He'd kill or die in a heartbeat for the one he loves, no questions asked! And, since he burns so fervently in love, he cannot help the urge to constantly shower the object of his affection in kisses, to hold them tight and just feel their skin, warmth, scent... Sidenote: he doesn't hug, he embraces!

[soldiersslut]

GHOST OF YOU — SOLDIER BOY "CHAPTER ONE"

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2,638

Author's Note: I am super duper excited for this! I am happy to see others are as well. Thank you so much again!

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED PLEASE LET ME KNOW. DON'T FORGET TO FOLLOW, HEART, AND REPOST. THANK YOU AGAIN!

“I am gone for one day, and this is what happens. Was putting MM to sleep really necessary?” You asked, watching what unfolded from afar. MM told Annie ahead of time what the plan was, and Annie told you.

It was no surprise that neither Butcher or Hughie had told anyone else about the plan. Little by little their recklessness was clouding their judgment. Going as far as to putting MM to sleep. Butcher scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“He is just taking a little nap. I cannot have him getting in the way and as much as you might not want to agree, you do. Soldier Boy is our weapon, and we need to make sure he is satisfied with our gift waiting inside.”

You stayed silent. There was no point in arguing with him.

“Don’t you think someone should stay inside with her? Just have eyes on her in case she tries anything?” you suggested.

Butcher nodded and tilted his head towards the direction of the door. “Since you offered to babysit, have fun. I will be waiting for him out here.”

You did not move until Butcher did. He stayed facing the trees. Your friendship with Butcher is interesting, to say the least. While you did not agree with most of Butcher’s plans the end goal was all the same. He had been the one to recruit you after MM vouched for you. Before joining the Boys you were a combat medic specialist for the Army. Most of your work consisted in base to assist soldiers as well as help in humanitarian situations. Somewhere along the way you met MM, and you made a big enough impact he remembered you.

Here you are now serving as medic most of the times, but when things get bad you are ready to fight and defend yourself.

“Who’s there?” spoke up Countess, panic heard in her tone. All you had done was enter her trailer and stay by the door for a moment.

You looked to your right to see Countess’ hands had been taped and chained down. You stepped out of the shadow so she could have a closer look at you. Though you made sure to keep your distance.

“That’s impossible,” she whispered.

You were unable to hide your confusion. Both of your eyebrows furrowed closer together and you tilted your head slightly.

“I’m sorry?” you questioned, hoping she was going to elaborate what she means by it.

She began to shake her head and a snarl formed on her lips.

“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch. You’ve been alive this entire fucking time!” Countess snapped and attempted to harshly pull on the chains to let herself loose.

You blinked twice at the audacity of her attitude. This is the first time you are meeting her and somehow you are supposed to know her. There is one thing you’ve noticed about Countess though. Behind her anger, there was fear.

“I am not playing stupid! What the hell are you talking about?” you snapped back.

“Come on, Mimi, you’re really wanting to play stupid? Isn’t it just a tiny bit coincidence that Soldier Boy is out of Russia and you are here. You’re not supposed to be here. I was told you stayed in Russia.”

You still could not hide your confusion. You were so taken back you blinked multiple times and shook your head.

“Well, obviously, I am not in Russia. This was the one and only time I went. Care to explain what the hell is going on through that chimp brain of yours?!” you demanded to know.

Before Countess could say anything the door to the outside opened. Your eyes remained on her while she looked behind you to see who showed up.

“Ben? Is that really you?” she asked.

Slow, but heavy footsteps can be heard. Slowly you turned around and came face to face with Soldier Boy.

And there it is again.

The same look Countess had when she saw you was the same look Soldier Boy had. Soldier Boy completely ignored Countess at the moment. He was just staring at you, and you stared back waiting for him to say something. Nothing was said, but there was a trance between you both. You nor him could look away from one another. Countess decided to break it.

“You look so young,” she complimented. Soldier Boy had been quick to answer, “you don’t.” And yet he had not even looked at her for him to say such a thing. This was not your place to be at.

“I’m leaving,” you announced. The trailer was small and the amount of things Countess had made it even smaller. With three steps you would be out of the door, but as you took two steps forward Soldier Boy moved to the side to block you.

“No, you’re staying” he ordered.

You were stunned by his demand and was unable to protest. It was not going to get you anywhere and you did not want to make him angry either. The man was on a vengeance, and you had no power to fight against someone like him. He moved past you and stood in front of Countess now. She let out a laugh.

It was obvious you did not wish to be there. This was something personal, and almost intimate. You tried blocking out their conversation but it was impossible. Nothing in the room was interesting enough to stare at and zone out.

“I loved you.”

That’s when things got interesting. You did not even have to look at Soldier Boy to hear the sadness in his voice. The way he was describing his pain, torture, and yet still held onto the hope. It explains why he felt so betrayed. This time you turned to look at Soldier Boy and Countess. His back was towards you, but Countess could still see you. Her eyes moved to you and she shook her head in disbelief. She let out a scoff and spoke.

“You did not love me, you loved her. Deny it all you want, but it has always been about her. You never looked at me the way you looked at her. Hell, you fucking treated her better than you’ve ever treated anyone else. It was about damn time she got smart enough and left you. She knew her worth. When she left I was furious because I had the hope that with her being out of the picture you would have changed for the better, but you only got worse with time. I would have done the same thing and left you, but I made a vow to make you pay for everything. For every tear, pleads, and humiliation I had to endure because of you. I hated you.”

There was silence afterwards. You were not sure what to think of Countess’ speech. She keeps bringing you up, and yet it makes no sense. You have never met Countess before. Much less Soldier Boy. The last time they were together it was during the 1980s. You weren’t even a thought.

“As for you, why did you go back for him? You had a life all sorted out for you. His words might sound sweet, but you know better than I that the only person he will only look out for is himself.”

This was your opportunity to say something. You wanted to ask her for clarification. She held something against you, and you cannot even wrap your mind around what it is. Though it was too late.

“Leave.”

You looked at Soldier Boy who continues to have his back towards you.

“Wait a minute—” you began to protest but was rudely interrupted.

“Are you stupid and deaf now? Go!” he snapped.

You then realized why he demanded you left. You can see the light forming in his chest and aimed toward Countess. Without a second thought you ran out and sprinted towards Butcher.

“The hell happened in there?” Butcher demanded to know.

“He’s about to explode! Grab MM!” you yelled, and right on cue a loud explosion occurred behind you.

There was so much force that wind picked up and forced you to fall on the ground. Butcher was quick to grab MM and be out of harm’s way. From the ground you turned around and used your elbows to sit up and look at the damage. The trailer was gone, but the debris was scattered everywhere. You stood up and rushed towards MM to make sure he was okay.

Annie called out to you, and Hughie followed behind her.

“MM is alright. Butcher was able to get him out of the way,” you explained and lightly slapped MM’s face multiple times hoping that would wake him up. Once again you heard the heavy footsteps and all attention was shifted to Soldier Boy who appeared from the fog of what used to be Countess’ trailer. You got up from the floor and just watched. Annie had gotten defensive and Soldier Boy noticed. He watched Annie, but then looked at you. He stopped moving and just stared like he has done before.

Once again the both of you were in a trance. The trance got disrupted by Hughie’s voice as he tried to reason with Annie. He and Butcher began to follow behind Soldier Boy. You stayed in place with Annie and MM who was starting to wake up.

“I’m alright,” MM assured. You and Annie helped him off of the ground and watched the other trio walking away. Though Soldier Boy came to a stop and turned around to see who was following.

“What the hell is happening now?” MM asked. Soldier Boy, Butcher, and Hughie were talking and it almost looked like an argument. They began to walk back towards the other trio.

“You are coming with us,” Butcher ordered, pointing at you. Annie and MM quickly got defensive.

“It is the only way Soldier Boy is going to cooperate with us. Either she comes or he goes into destructive mode. I don’t know what the hell you told him in there, but he is demanding you” Butcher explained. Butcher was getting desperate and if he has to knock you out, carry you, or threaten you he’ll do it.

Annie and MM were not convinced, but you were. If someone has all the answers to your questions it must be him.

“Soldier Boy can suck my dick too and I still would not accept her leaving. Go fuck yourself, Butcher. He is your problem!” MM argued.

Soldier Boy now stepped forward, “we can do this the easy way where no one gets harmed, or I can do this my way where I can just kill you both” he suggested. It only made things worse as Annie’s eyes lit up. MM walked towards Soldier Boy to get in his face. You moved quickly to get in between both.

“No! One death is already enough for tonight. I will go with you under one condition and that is for you not to harm my friends. It isn’t because I am scared of you.”

You stood your ground against Soldier Boy. If it were anyone else to have spoken to him the way you did right now he would have put them six feet underground by now. Though this is you, he remained quiet but his hands turned into fist and by how tight he formed them a small squeak was let out from the leather gloves he is wearing.

You heard the squeak and knew he was holding it in together. “Shall we, then?” you asked and motioned the direction they were heading towards to. You looked up at Soldier Boy who continued to stare. At this point it was getting annoying. You said nothing to him and walked away. Before the distance got greater you looked at MM and Annie.

“I will be okay, I promise.”

That was going to be the last time you will see them both until who knows when. You said nothing else, even when you all got to the car. Butcher drove and Hughie got the passenger side. You sighed and got in the back with Soldier Boy. It was a small space and with someone large such as Soldier Boy is sitting next to you the space is limited. Your knee was forced to touch his own. You ignored the way he kept moving his knee slowly as if he was trying to feel you. Butcher was explaining their next destination but they needed to find lounging for tonight. After some time in the road they found a motel in the middle of nowhere. Butcher checked them in.

“You are staying with me Soldier Boy, while Hughie stays with you” said Butcher to you. Hughie was okay with that and offered to sleep on the couch. Soldier Boy hated the idea.

“Fuck you, I am staying with her. I’m not about to share a bed with another set of balls and a dick.”

You rolled your eyes, “and what makes you think I want to?”

“Oh, please sweetheart. Playing hard to get doesn’t get you anywhere. Drop the attitude.”

“Make me.”

Butcher intervened, “alright, alright! All of us are staying in a room together. I will sleep on the floor, Hughie gets the couch, and both of you figure it out in the room. I am going to ask for a refund on one of the rooms.”

Butcher left to the main office while the rest walked towards the room. You entered and took a look around. It was clean, a little spacious, and there was only one bed. The argument began again.

“You are indestructible, a soldier, and have been sleeping for a long time already. You do not need the bed! You can sleep anywhere else!” you snapped.

At this point Hughie had given up in playing mediator.

“The bed is large enough for the both of us. Quit your whining!” Soldier Boy reasoned.

The argument continued until Butcher showed up and put an end to it. In the end you were going to share a bed with him. You sat down on your side and just watched the rest get comfortable. Butcher had clothes for Soldier Boy to change into.

“We have a long day tomorrow. Get some sleep” Butcher ordered. He turned off the lights. Hughie said goodnight to you and you said it back. You laid on the bed and felt it sink next to you. You turned and saw Soldier Boy smirk. You were ready to wipe the smirk off of his face.

“You know you can scoot in closer if it gets too cold. I don’t bite” he whispered the last part to you. You scoffed and turned to your side. There was not enough pillow to form some wall between you both. Eventually sleepiness took over the nerves, and you had fallen asleep.

Soldier Boy had yet to fall asleep. He was the last one awake. Everything that has happened in the past two days has been replaying over in his mind. He looked down at you sleeping so peacefully. Why were you acting like this? Why was he a stranger in your eyes? It has been a conflicting thought since the moment he laid eyes on you. Even now he wonders if this was a test and he was actually at the lab still. He was hoping it wasn’t.

You moved in your sleep and was facing him now. Hair had fallen onto your face. Slowly and lightly he moved it out of the way of your face. His finger stayed on your cheek; feeling your soft skin.

Whether this was a test or a dream, he knows he never wants to wake up for he has found you once again.

Next Chapter: Chapter Two

Author’s Note: Hello again! I hope everyone is enjoying this as much as I am. As you can tell we are following season three but there will be changes along the way. I chose to start on season three so we can see how it begins to unfold for Soldier Boy and reader. There will be lots of angst and drama soon. Just please be patient and thank you so much again for reading!

[saythatuwill]

now playing: say that you will // sleep token

ok gang let's be transparent... i wrote this because i was really going through it, and it was going to just be a bunch of shitty bad hurt no comfort thoughts/hcs that's it. i'm still going through it but this did help me a lot actually. still mainly sad stuff about our favorite fish boy though.

on the bright side, i did want to elaborate on siren!noah's backstory and other personality deets so we're getting that at least. i fear this is in fact canon. obviously this is not a fic, just one of my long rambles/thought posts, but... siren au lovers are on the phone... i answer the phone.

also because i feel like someone's gotta say it: WHOA, SHERRY SAYTHATUWILL USES THE SLEEP TOKEN SONG "SAY THAT YOU WILL" FOR A WORK THIS IS CRAAAAAAAZYYYYYY-

au: merfolk/sirens

content warnings: abuse, mentions of murder/eating people, self esteem issues, idk if this is a content warning but noah is HEAVILY bpd coded.

tags: @fadingangelwisp, @concretejunglefm, @chey-h, @xmads-omensx

noah knows he's fallen in love with you, and he is terrified.

on one hand, he's always so happy to see you, and he makes sure you know it. he'll splash around when he sees you, he'll bring you gifts, but he doesn't know what's actually going to happen when he has to address the feelings themselves.

because he's been here before. love is... awful. it hurts, it takes everything. love is pain, love is feeling like nothing unless that person is there.

he's seen nights where he's told to sing. and sing. and sing. his throat is hoarse but his lover told him that if he loved them, he'd keep singing.

he's seen nights where he felt nothing at all. staring blankly back at friends who kept asking what was wrong. he even watched some of them leave and never come back because of it.

or maybe, the nights where they just wouldn't give him anything. no words, no affection, not even a glance. sending him into a downward spiral, wondering what it was that he did wrong. convincing himself that everything he ever did was wrong. he was wrong.

before them, he used to be able to look at his reflection more often. sirens pride themselves in physical appearance, you know! he even carried a mirror with him. that was when he had long hair, it was beautiful.

but they said to cut it off, so he did. ever since you, he's thought about letting it grow out again. but noah can't bear the thought of not being liked by you if he did. he only looks at himself in the mirror if he feels he must. which isn't often. he's only just started to again, because you called him pretty one time.

he's afraid of what he is, too. because there's always the possibility that one night he'll mess it up. come out on a full moon, and all you would be is blood in the water. you would be nothing more than a meal to satiate his cravings for flesh.

then he would never see you, hold you, have you again. how would he go on after that? and yes, realistically he is careful. he's made sure of it, he never goes to your beach on full moons. but what if-

he gets caught up in the what ifs a lot, though. constantly, even. what if he kills you, what if you decide you don't like him anymore and never come back, and he wouldn't even know? what if something happens to you, and he's not there to help you?

he thinks that if you wanted, he would choose to be nothing, feel nothing, unless you were there. he'd be anything, anyone, if only for you. and it confuses him when you don't seem to ask anything of him.

you don't ask him to sing until he physically can't. you don't tell him you hate him, or that he's worthless. you don't hurt him, you're not even afraid of him anymore. he cannot fathom for the life of him why you're not giving him the treatment he deserves.

because he deserves it, right? that's what they used to tell him. he'd become grateful for the treatment even if it was painful, or upsetting, or left him feeling like a million shards of glass.

and if you knew what he did to that lover, you'd surely run away. it wasn't like he wanted to, he just got scared. he bites when he's nervous, like a bad dog. he was protecting himself, even if it meant killing them to keep himself safe.

however, he's a siren. and when sirens kill, they are bad, so he's bad. he's always bad. if anyone else did that though, like jolly, he wouldn't be bad, it would be justified. not for noah, though. he doesn't deserve that same grace and compassion, at least he doesn't think so.

he could never truly be enough for you, he believes that wholeheartedly. he's willing to burn for you, but for you to love him would be out of pity, wouldn't it?

... but.

tonight, you've brought along a few picture books. you're sitting there on the rocks, and you're as beautiful as ever. you're teaching him some new words, and at the end of the night you kiss his cheek before you go home.

it's not violent. it doesn't hurt. it's good, it's pure. and he doesn't know if he deserves that.

but when he lays in his grotto to sleep that night, he's smiling. he does that a lot when he's with you, he finds. you make him feel at home, like he belongs. like he is enough, just as he is. that he's worthy of love that doesn't hurt.

noah knows he's fallen in love with you, and he thinks he's willing to face his fear for you.

[littelestvic]

About the Damon Baker x Kris Gustin photo session and what it means to me as a queer artist obsessed with Joker Out

Note, this is not me trying to look smart and trying to talk about someone else's art pieces, although my dearest Daria made a small analysis on the Kris-Bojan set that I found very interesting, and it is interesting that these are a somewhat subjective views of Bojan and Kris's souls, or at least a visual representation of themselves as people. In any case, this is, if anything, an overview of what these art pieces make me feel and their significance to me.

First I must admit, as an artist, that these photos are beautiful and actually hold a lot of artistic value from my perspective. I think these should be seen as pieces of art and must be perceived in a different way than other Joker Out photos. However it is still very interesting how much these photos actually talk about the subject: these pieces are an exploration of Kris Gustin, the person portrayed, and I've honestly never have seen portraits that explore the nature of the subject in such a personal manner. Kris is displayed in a subjective, intimate way, whether how Damon sees him or how Kris himself sees himself deep down. I'm sure more elaborate and accurate explanations of Damon's art can be found online, as I actually didn't know of his work until now, but as I was able to read he focus a lot on the intimacy of the subject.

Anyways, there's a clear theme this session follows: femeninity and vulnerability. The usage of visible makeup (a first time for Kris on camera if I'm aware), the flowers, the exposed skin, the cloth (a typical femenine piece of clothing on Balkan/Slavic cultures), I think they were all choices to purposefully provide a more femenine vision of Kris. But he still allows himself to do poses similar to those I've seen him do before, there's still a hint of the Kris I know, his posing flows naturally and doesn't feel forced because this is just a natural extension of what he is, this is a natural exploration of his most femenine side, he is simply letting himself flow.

I think we all know Kris seems to be a man with a complex relationship with normative gender roles. Even as a cishet man he has this appearance and mannerisms that can be more related to a more "femenine" convention of gender and I have always wondered if he has ever struggled with this, and that if he has ever felt forced to keep the normative conventions of what a man should be. Things like asking to have his hair cut shorter after being called a girl when he was a child, or denying to be put makeup on by fans, he sometimes tried to run away from things that could be perceived as "feminine", maybe out of insecurity, maybe out of fear.

But there he is,

Glitter on his eyes,

Flower in his head,

Embracing himself.

I am a person with a complex relationship with gender roles. I was born a woman. I am short and tiny and have feminine features that simply cannot be ignored. I will forever be perceived as a woman by the people around me. I look like a girl, I have long hair because I am not allowed to have it short and I wear women's clothes. And while I don't want to be a girl, my relationship with femininity is actually very strong. I like pretty things, I like sparkles and pink, I like everything girly, I like girls. I've been told it's stupid to perceive myself as a guy since I look so girly, since I like so many girly things, and in times I don't feel I have deserved the masculine pronouns I use and my neutral name I've given myself (the ones I can only use online out of fear).

So I try to put some sense into it. I draw girly things because I like girly things. I draw men because I want to be like men. I draw men in pretty soft pinks and sparkles and sequins because that's what I am.

And I've found a safe place in Kris, with his non conforming masculinity that more often than not becomes femininity. As many other people like me, I like him because he helps me put sense to my feelings. I draw him in soft pastels and pretty clothes and delicate features because in my mind, if a man like him can be allowed to be femenine, then I can allow myself to feel the way I feel too. I can allow myself to simply not fit any binary gender convention, and I can allow myself to be myself. I like Kris because I find a part of me in himself, I relate to him and I see myself in his eyes. It is a complex relationship where I don't necessarily like him because I find him attractive, I am not actually sexually attracted to him; I see myself in him, in my own little weird way. I have distorted my own reality to make my own perception of him fit my needs. This is why I draw him the way I draw him. And perhaps that's why so many praise how I draw Kris. It is unique because it's personal. And I know he doesn't necessarily see himself this way, at least not in the degree I do. My Kris talks much more about how I see myself than how I see him. The way I draw Kris represents myself. My Kris is myself.

So when I saw him in this session, with the glimpse and the passion and the attitude I draw him like, it felt special.

"He looks like my art" I told myself. "He's seen himself the way I see him."

This is Kris,

This is my Kris,

This is me.

So I'm very thankful for Kris trying to open himself, and embracing this vulnerable side of him I purposefully push into the narrative of my art. He called these "therapy sessions", so I can't help but wonder if these have been helpful to him, if he has found something about him, if he has learnt to accept himself the way he is. He has helped me cope with complicated subjects of my life, and I cling to him to keep with life. He is my special little obsession that keeps me alive. So I can't help but sometimes wonder if he's happy, If he's loved, if he's content with himself.

And I think this exploration of himself will be very helpful to his soul. I am very proud of him, I am hopeful for his future, and I wish him the best.

I love you, my muse, and thank you for allowing yourself to see you with my own eyes.

[thorntopieces]

Any more Genesis hcs you haven’t already shared? 👀 Or if not anything for Seph or Angeal?

i do :) fun fact when i first got into ff7 in early-middle october i had friends betting on me becoming obsessed with genesis. suffice to say they were correct, i think about him on the daily. genesis is by far the character i have the most thoughts about, followed by sephiroth, angeal and cloud. feel free to ask more specific or pointed questions and i'll be happy to answer, but in the meantime

have a little bit :)

genesis has borderline personality disorder (mixed/unspecified subtype), with his primary favourite person being angeal and secondary favourite person being sephiroth. he internalises most of the actual distress, being incredibly self-destructive about it (additional mini-headcanon: genesis develops a smoking habit once he's a soldier because he knows it can't harm him but it's therapeutic in a way). being dramatic is of course part of his public persona, but he's only really dramatic and whiny about minor things that don't truly upset him. the paranoia and fear of angeal or sephiroth abandoning him terrifies him, and is a large part of his mental declines as his degradation continues

additionally i think he fits the diagnostic criteria of bipolar I (bipolar with associated psychosis through mania). he experiences extreme highs and extreme lows in his mood and altered perception of reality. during his high highs he gets so much done, writing essays about loveless and strengthening materia and he's so alive the world is wonderful. but his low-lows are punishing and the only thing keeping him going is his fixation on angeal and sephiroth. his obsession with loveless especially as he degrades can also be seen as a delusion, his fixed belief that the tale is about him, sephiroth and angeal specifically

sephiroth is an ocd poster child (headcanon first introduced to me by @queered-into-oblivion , i haven't actually made many thoughts of my own on this yet but it's true). i also think he has unspecified psychosis, partially from the sheer trauma he went through in his 'childhood'. i also think jenova has influenced him from a very young age (as now seen in first soldier canon), but with it becoming unbearable when he goes to nibelheim. he does not of course suspect jenova to be behind some of the psychosis (additional mini-headcanon: jenova cannot create symptoms that aren't already there, she exacerbates sephiroth's psychosis because he already presents with psychotic symptoms). also, dissociative identity disorder. from the trauma (i will elaborate on this in a separate post)

angeal is complicated for me because i have a lot of thoughts on him but i really really struggle to put them into words. he definitely has one of the worst cases of (survivor's) guilt i have ever seen, caused by the death of his father. he does not cope with this. he already felt like a drain on his parents for their economic status (main reason for joining shinra) but after his father's death he spends the rest of his life attempting to atone for the crime of his existence causing suffering. it's not the only reason he takes on zack as his mentee, but it definitely contributes to it. major depressive disorder definitely. and ptsd. they all have ptsd let's be real

for additional and more thoughts, i've attached a few screenshots of my rambles below the cut:

[sephiroth, zack, angeal, genesis - screenshot from october 16th, 8 days after getting into ff7]

[profile censored to maintain privacy of certain alters within my and a friend's system, blue is me - screenshots from october 29th, describes genesis]

[middle of the night ramble about genesis - original message also from october 29th]

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

still thinking about crowley's fall.

That one quote, more specifically. "How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"

It's very possible I'm overthinking it. But it still reminds me so much of art and censorship, I wrote a poem on it just now, and I just wanted to elaborate on that, on why I said that an answer is judgement but a question is justice.

Back in Ancient Greece, Plato tried to outlaw writers, the storytellers. For millennia, those in power have feared people in arts, because we're not just dealers in aesthetics, we're dealers in ideas. Even in times of war, poverty, censorship, songs were sung, paperbacks exchanged in dark alleyways, stories whispered and walls covered with graffiti.

When stories are created, the writers have to balance both opposing ideas in their head, no matter how vile or repugnant. To prove that the protagonist is strong, you can't have a weak antagonist. The opposing idea has to be as strong as the one that will win for the victory to be meaningful.

Art, and stories, aren't about being right. People say we find answers in art, and maybe for some that's true, but I think what is infinitely more important are the questions it raises.

Because what is braver, what is more shattering to the status quo, than to question it? To dare to ask what if, to present an alternative, to pull an idea up to the witness stand and cross-examine it?

That's why when we see censorship, we need to look deeper. Because if an idea is truly that 'right', it will survive even the most intense of questioning, and even sceptics will have to accept its veracity. Why, then, are people so afraid of stories that question? Maybe it is because deep down, they aren't convinced themselves. They don't believe that their idea will survive the cross-examination. They are trying to keep a lie in power over the truth.

And art isn't about finding that elusive truth, it's about daring to look the lies in their face and say, maybe, maybe you're wrong. I don't know, you don't know, nobody may ever know, but maybe.

Like the Serpent of Eden, whispering, presenting that alternative of dissent to Eve. Not coercing. Not forcing her hand. But telling her that there is an alternative, whether good or bad.

That's why the writers, the artists, the musicians, those from every walk of the arts, are journalists interviewing society. We cannot allow ourselves to be silenced.

It's not about the answers offered, and whether someone agrees with them or not. It's about the questions, and if people fear the questions, maybe think about why that is.

[toon-in-orbit]

(Image ID: A sketch of Astro from Dandy's World looking off to the side. There are white stars on either side of him and behind him is a faint purple to blue gradient. End ID)

Hello and welcome!

💫💙 🖤Call me Astro or T. Astro here! 💫💙🖤

This is my blog for this kintype specifically, but other alters find this place safer than the main blog so they come here too. Stay a while if you'd like.

Some rules here:

1) you are free to ask questions to me! You can also ask art requests. Please be polite and respectful and keep in mind I'm a minor.

2) I'm not responding to donation asks on this blog. I'm sorry! You can give donation asks on my general blog, @rununcal. But be aware, I'm slow with posting them.

3) "Doubles" or however you call them are fine to interact with me! Hi me! This goes for other characters in the same franchise as well.

4) I'm not exactly an in-game copy, as you can probably tell by the way I draw myself. Don't expect me to know everything about that version or have all memories relating to it.

5) I have a constant brain fog and other such problems, like chronic fatigue and bad memory. I cannot do a lot. I might need you to elaborate or you might need me to elaborate. If you need me to, just ask me!

PLEASE HELP MY PARTNER @biribaa . IT'S GOING THROUGH A VERY ROUGH TIME. YOU CAN COMMISSION IT

Thank you for reading 🌟

Sweet dreams!

Alters you might see under the cut!

Construct: concept thing (they/any)

Astro: Astro :) (he/they/any)

Smallstro: Regressed Astro (he/they)

Glamour: gay mannequin (he/they)

Feather: coaster ride? (he/they)

Sammy: pink ghost(she/it)

Spot: little toy (it/its)

Venus: medieval demon (any)

Urchin: sea thing (they/them)

MOURN/MURPHEE: toy factory (it/its)

Doggy: not a dog but an "animal" (it/its)

Fitcherbird: cherub (it/they)

7777/Manmade Artpiece/Are We Cool Yet?: concept of fear yet not the scariest part of the system (any)

Canvas: concept of unnatural nature (he/she/they)

Benny: kid that looks like Joel from Look Outside (he/him)

Lord Overdrive: supervillain space robot and the scariest part of the system (she/her)

Ribs: furry grizzled detective monster (he/him)

Pumpkin Jill: Pumpkin Jack from Zardy's Maze/Cave but a trans woman (she/her)

Lobotomy: punk flesh zombie monster (she/they)

[pink-slay]

TW: mentions and talk of suicide, S1 arcane spoilers-ish, description of tattoo healing

I got a butterfly tattoo recently of this butterfly from arcane (the white one but in blue for those curious) and I call it my suicide butterfly, not a sign to continue on but a sign that death looms in the minds of us all and doesn't tarnish us. It is only human to know how to jump off a bridge, have an out just in case, and as I became paralyzed, I, too, began to contemplate what this would look like. I figured out how I would "jump" paralyzed form the chest down, and it's so so morbid and yet so beautiful because I am at a point in my life where my suicidality has waned. A time where I can acknowledge the humanity in death and also in disability and also in pain.

however, that's besides the point because my tattoo is healing and it's crusty. Everyone tells me it's so beautiful and it's healing fine and the internet tells me leg tattoos are harder to heal, of course they are. It's lumpy with dried plasma and ink weeping and it starting to peel in some places but not others. I ask people if they want to touch it, and most say no because it's weird to touch your friends thigh with lumpy dried blood-plasma ink, laden with dead and living skin cells.

but everyone doesn't just say it's beautiful; it's like they feel it, like they know. I can't help but think my unnecessarily long preface where I share with you the dark meaning of my tattoo and the long and gruesome healing process is a lot like me, like my life. It is so obviously beautiful, even covered in crust, to even the untrained eye. I even elaborate on and on about it because I love it. I hold it dear to me. And yet... I constantly question if I'm over or underdoing it, moisturizing it enough, washing it enough, doing everything too much or too little.

My tattoo, like my life, requires patience -- patience I don't want it to require, but patience it does nonetheless. I can't pick off the skin because it wouldn't heal well, and it wouldn't feel good. I can't speed up the process. Every day, I moisturize it, wash it, keep it safe, and know that the rest is out of my control.

each day I resent the crust, all the things I see that seem like there is no good end in sight. However every day it shocks me by how beautiful people think it is, covered in blood plasma and skin and weeping ink and all. The word weeping is so beautiful, your skin crying out new life in order to accept its fate of being forever forlorn with ink.

my life feels like it is falling apart at the seams, making me contemplate death in a new way, this time out of my hands --- far far down the line but still something unexpected, too young, too soon. I go forward with as much control as I can, but not too much. Harming my body or my soul produces outcomes but not the one I'm looking for. Good things, whether I like it or not, really do take time, and bad things don't pass any faster when we tear ourselves into pieces. Today was full of awkward moments and misunderstanding, both myself and others. I go forward more confused than I have been in a while. Sleep calls to me and I know I need it.

Adieu, for better or for worse, it has all happened. Not all of it means something; some of it means everything. We cannot change our pasts or their meaning, not like they try to tell you, no. Change looms before me, as it surely does many of you, and sometimes we can't do it all. Butterfly tattoos look crusty as they heal and tattoos are just glorified beautiful wounds. Life is easier to admire from the outside and the fear of and desire for death are as human as our cerebral cortices and our DNA. Tonight I swim in the abyss just a little and understand it doesn't make me evil, maybe it just makes me human.

[eroticcannibal]

You mentioned vaping weed producing more of an effect with less flower...I assume you mean less flower is used to make the little thc juul pod things? Or is there some way to vape like, actual buds? (I ask because I cannot get the juul pod things due to living out in BFE, and have just been smoking my weed assuming that was my only real option. But if there's some way to reduce the harm of, you know, The Fucking Smoke, I'd really like to know about it. Unfortunately I'm bad at google, so I'm hoping you can elaborate on what you meant, or at least please point me in the direction of what keywords to search. Because so far all I'm getting is fear mongering about teenagers vaping cherry flavored pot that they don't realize is Drugs because It Smells Like Candy and how this is apparently the downfall of society.)

The only way to get hold of the pods round here is by prescription, there's none BM so I would have no idea about that, but from what I hear they are much worse than dry herb vape in terms of efficiency and cost. The only time I've heard of people using them is if its medically indicated over dry herb vaping. I have started dabbling in vape juice refils that i use with my vape mod from when I was vaping nicotine, which is significantly more efficient even than dry herb vaping (too much for me actually!)

I use a portable dry herb vape (on the lower end of efficiency but still better than smoking, there's table vapes which i hear are even better but are more bong-like in their use so not really my vibe), I use far less in that than I do joints (and you can run it multiple times too, and save the used flower for mild edibles).

[chuuyaandreaderkilldazai]

Ranking JJK Characters I Don't Like

Ranging from mild dislike (14) to LOATHE WITH EVERY INCH OF MY BEING (1).

14. Mai: I don't hate her. I sympathize with her. I just wish she wasn't the way she is.

13. Junpei: I do have compassion for him, but ... school shooter vibes. Not a fan.

12. Noritoshi: Bad vibes.

11. Toji: Bad dad. And he's so nosy, too. Why does he always insert himself into situations with his fists swinging? Actually, now that I think about it, that's kind of iconic behavior. But all it ever really did was create more problems. If he had never inserted himself into the plot, Geto would have probably never turned mass-murderer-cult-leader--WE COULD HAVE HAD EVERYTHING. So it's a pass for me. Also, his haircut is off-putting for reasons I cannot articulate. It's like one day in middle school he got a haircut and just never changed up the style ever again.

10. Jogo: Ugly.

9. Uraume: Character design: slay. Helping Sukuna: not slay.

8. Like every adult from the Zenin clan: BECAUSE THEY SUCK.

7. Tengen: Old and entitled.

6. Kenjaku: Old and entitled part two. What gives him the right?

5. Sukuna: Horrid, nasty man. I feel like I shouldn't have to elaborate.

4. Ui Ui: Annoying. Literally, why are you even here?

3. Mei Mei: First of all, how am I supposed to take you seriously with that stupid braid hanging in front of your face? From the very instant her character was introduced, I did not like her, but I thought maybe I was being a woman hater for no reason, so I really did try to tolerate her. But when we finally saw that scene in season two. PRISON!!! I was right. She's the worst. We are not gonna ignore that. Check her files.

2. That thing with the blond side ponytail: I hate him so much I don't even know his name. I don't care to know it. I would say why do you as a man look like that, but honestly why do you as a HUMAN BEING look like that? Why do you act like that? Why are you skipping around wearing a poorly made DIY toga? Whole nip is hanging out, and no one asked to see that. Why are you HOLDING HANDS with your blade? Freak. There is something so intrinsically, inherently, ONTOLOGICALLY wrong with him, you can't even blame it on childhood trauma or a personality disorder. The only time I ever supported Sukuna was when he bullied this emaciated Jo Jo Siwa lookin' thing in Shibuya.

Mahito: I hate him so much. I hate him more than I've ever hated any character. I actually lose the ability to speak coherently when I think about him because I hate him so much. I think it's so cringe when try-hard dudes say, "When I'm angry all I see is red." But when I think about Mahito it really is like blood and pure rage cloud my vision. He is literally the embodiment of if you gave an edge lord psychopathic eleven year old the power to kill people. "Wee, I'm so powerful and killing people is just SoooOoOoOoOOOo much fun!!" SHUT UP!!!!!!!! SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY. YOU ARE NOT CUTE. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL IN ANY WAY. He is genuinely the most irritating character I have ever come across. And as the story progresses, he just gets worse. What do you mean he can duplicate himself? Now we have to deal with TWO of this wretched creature? What do you mean he can be decapitated AND HIS HEAD WILL SPROUT LIMBS AND SPRINT AWAY? STOOOOOOOOOP. AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHAT HAPPENED TO NANAMI--I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT. Mahito is such a nasty, slithy, bothersome, despicable, nauseating little cockroach. "Yuji, you and I are the same." Huh? You thought you did something there, didn't you? You thought you ate and came up with some kind of deep, revolutionary concept? It's giving pretentious philosophy dude who thinks he's superior for being a little contrarian, nihilistic Nietzsche butt licker. When Yuji finally humbled him, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed seeing the fear in his eyes. For one brief, fleeting moment, I could finally understand what sadists must feel like. Honestly, we deserved to watch him suffer, and I wish he would have suffered far more for far longer. Rot in anguish, Mahito. You will not be missed nor forgiven.

[kuzunohaclan]

can I give you an excuse to ramble about raidou's dietary habits outside of the tags (here) I'm curious

YES PLEASE I looooove rambling <3

Longer than necessary under the cut + mild content warning for discussion of less-than-stellar eating habits. Nothing too serious (to me at least) but it's just one of those things that I feel is courteous to handle with an abundance of caution.

To elaborate on my tags: I imagine that Raidou probably learned at least basic food preparation skills as part of his Kuzunoha training in a sort of "here's how to avoid accidentally poisoning yourself or starving to death if you ever get stranded in the wilderness" sort of way and also knows how to be cautious and follow instructions so if you handed him a bunch of ingredients and a cookbook and asked him to make a meal the result would definitely be edible and most likely taste good as well (and if it did taste bad it would probably be more the recipe's fault than Raidou's). I think Raidou is fine and average at cooking for reasons specific to his character that I will be elaborating on but also because I feel like oftentimes in fiction when attention is drawn to a character's cooking skills they're either the greatest chef in the world or can't be allowed within five miles of a kitchen for fear of setting it ablaze and I'm tired of it. I demand more representation in the form of characters who are just okay at cooking.

Also I just think that Raidou probably doesn't cook all that often anyways for a myriad of reasons, first and foremost being that as the only member of the Narumi Detective Agency who actually does any work he just doesn't have the time for it. Like he's got two full time jobs and college where the hell is he gonna find the time to fit chopping vegetables into his schedule. And part of Raidou's normalguysona is that he's a shosei anyways so the responsibility for providing meals probably falls to Narumi in the first place. Not that I think Narumi particularly cares given what we're told about his spending habits at Ryugu in Soulless Army, but if anyone's gonna be cooking at the Detective Agency he's the more likely candidate. Most days though I think Raidou just raids the pantry for whatever he can find that looks filling enough.

Uhhhh I don't know how to segue into this paragraph without abusing "also" for the billionth time so I'm not gonna bother. As we all know Raidou is an autistic icon and to me that also plays a very important factor in all of this. While I go back and forth on whether or not Raidou is a full-blown ARFID warrior I know in my heart of hearts that he's a total texture freak. Just absolutely cannot stand any sort of food that's too gritty or mushy in the wrong way or God forbid. Has too many textures at once. In addition I also imagine him to be very routine-oriented in the sort of way where if no one stops him he will eat the exact same meal every single day until he can't think about it without getting nauseous.

To actually get to the part of my tags where I mentioned Raidou being an inconsistent eater, I think that he just kind of. Forgets to eat a lot of the time. This is mostly an autism thing as well in that he often accidentally Locks The Fuck In too hard and becomes completely blind to all of his bodily needs for like eight hours straight. The crazy ass ascetic monk training he had to undergo probably compounds this issue as well, not in the sense that I think he's in the habit of purposely restricting himself from eating but rather that having that experience makes it easier for him to go for extended periods of time without realizing that he needs to eat. Like I do think that Raidou does actually care about taking care of himself if only because he doesn't want being in poor health to cause him to fuck up and get sent to the Predecessor Psychological Torture Chamber (whether or not he's actually a good judge of when he's in poor health is still up for debate though).

To wrap this all up I feel like the best way to articulate my thesis on Raidou's eating habits is that if he existed in the current era I think that 80% of his diet would be made up by instant ramen and frozen meals. He can probably be convinced to step out of his comfort zone with minimal pushback but in his day-to-day life he's very routine driven and prioritizes consistency and convenience with regards to how he eats.

[teriwrites]

Beyond Alder Creek: Part 9

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2020 Novel

Chapter 26: A Respite

'Ahead, Taliesin's pace never shifted, his posture fixed as ever. But Taliesin would look at home walking on water. The Beyond molded to fit him, its landscape embracing him into its entirety.' yet another reminder that Winnie does not actually belong here

finally, a Useful fae

I forgot that I gave Winnie a fear of heights in this draft lol why did I do that?

"I thought we were still a couple hundred meters away from the edge of the flats," Winnie hissed out, spreading her hands to find grips against the mountain wall. "It changed its mind." Edea shrugged.' (i love the Beyond)

Some of the language in this chapter really speaks to me being tired lol

'Winnie adjusted her skirt. The water here didn't even reach as high as her ankle, rushing around the soles of her boots. Simply by securing her skirt higher on her waist, Winnie was able to pull the hem over the water line, though she knew it'd still kick up and drench the bottom of it.' it's giving nano, but i know i wrote this later

Like I think there's something to be said for me trying to find more succinct ways of getting my point across sometimes

'Winnie adjusted her skirt, hoisting it higher up her waist to draw it over the pool's surface. Even so, gusts of wind chopped through the water, kicking up a spray that soaked into her hem.' or something idk i'm still tired lmao

Between the entryway to the Dawn Court and now this scene, I clearly love statues carved into mountains - that said, I would like to formally say FUCK Mount Rushmore

Facing such immense beauty and being immediately stricken with Grief is certainly a reaction to have, Winnie

Really kicking myself for having restraint and not sharing spoilers bc in my original notes I have a whole spiel about this scene in particular, but that's also exactly why I can't say anything rn AGH

'Winnie took in the mountainside. Back in Bildenbey, the fae were an ancient, deep-rooted terror. The thought of something coming before, of ancient history to an ancient people, boggled the mind.' this too! the ever-presence of change. stagnation is a myth! It cannot exist!

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

FUCK

Taliesin and Edea's conversation is a little less punchy than in draft 1, but it's still a solid one - Edea acknowledging that Winnie is impulsive, that she's going to hate what he has to say about their next moves - and Taliesin recognizes this as true without seeming judgment

Casually Massive scene for Taliesin's character development, don't worry about it

Chapter 27

Winnie waking in a flowerbed is so sweet - the Beyond isn't always terrible

I don't think they physically moved her, but the terrain certainly shifted since she went to sleep

"How long was I asleep?" Winnie asked, rubbing the base of her palm against her eye. She stepped away from the flowers, ducking into the shade of the canopy. A rush of air, a blur of gold, and a thud, and Taliesin landed beside her. "No time at all." "An age," Edea grunted. "Well? Which one?" Taliesin shrugged. "Both. Neither." (don't be fooled by that last scene, Taliesin is still fae, and he's still annoying lol)

Winnie doesn't even question the change in scenery anymore

Omfg Taliesin now is NOT the time to be making elaborate speeches

I've come up with some new approaches to this third act since writing this draft - so I'm curious to see if I accidentally write out anything that contradicts it here

'Fear constricted in Winnie's chest, cutting off her ability to speak. A single question circled her mind, like a vulture waiting for its prey to succumb before descending on its carcass.' that's kinda a sick line actually, i love it when i try something with a simile and it works

I think I've shared this before, but I'm gonna again:

"How, exactly, do we outsmart a cave?" Edea piped in, "If we convince it that we are not aiming for the manor, perhaps it will let us through." That made about as much sense to Winnie as anything would've, she supposed. Although it conjured up the image of three dimwits marching through caves, talking loudly about how much they didn't want to find the Warden's estate. Not exactly subtle. Before she could even decide if she'd offer a nod in support, however, Taliesin interjected. "Hardly. The Warden is many things, and, to our great misfortune, one of those is discerning. They know that we're here, and they know why we're here. No amount of sidestepping the issue will distract them from that." "So then what?" Edea asked between gritted teeth. "Sometimes, where discretion won't get results, brashness will." "You want to... annoy the Undernell into letting us enter the manor?" Winnie clarified. "You'd be surprised how quickly wills can be bent through a little exasperation." (that last sentence sums up a character archetype I somehow manage to write into every single one of these projects - I shit you not, I have kept a list, and the only two so far without one of these lovable nuisances are The Insurgence, in which nobody was particularly likeable, and Emma's Wonderland, in which nobody was particularly annoying)

'[Taliesin] turned around, his cloak trailing him with a dramatic swish.' exactly my point

"I don't think that your plan is working," Winnie interrupted with a groan. "The cavern won't simply open up to the estate because you're loud." "No, but it may if it gets tired of being loud." Winnie blinked. "Maybe I should rephrase that," she said, pinning him with a glare. "Is there any alternative type of irritation that won't result in me begging the caves to collapse on us?" "I'd also prefer literally anything else," Edea cut in.' (the teriwrites trio of all time)

Taliesin's alternative form of irritation is to CAUSE A CAVE-IN

"What better way to irritate a cavern system than by disrupting it?" this fucking guy

In his defense, it worked - some more travel and another cave-in later, and he gets them into the estate

Chapter 28

This feels so long, but between knowing it's gonna get chopped down from my redactions and also how much we still have left to go (11 chapters + epilogue after this), I really need to keep pushing

Some jotted down notes about symptoms of fae interaction, courtesy of old Bildenbey folk: disorientation, mania, spots of light, forgetfulness

That's probably not a good sign

So much of this specific confrontation is going to change between drafts that it's a little hard to read it as it is now

Lowkey tracking to see if I accidentally wrote in any lies

All true so far

Okay actually? This scene is far less painful to read back than I expected

Yikes

'Any of the calm she'd found in her solitude, any of its clarity, swept away like leaves on a breeze.' a mix of reference to the show Firefly and the Bear's Den song 'Roses on a Breeze'

She really does have a point here

And there it is

A case of 'if anything here went differently, the whole story would've gone in a wildly different direction'

Yeeeeeeeeeees angst yeeeeeeees

I have a lot to say about this, but mostly: I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM

So there are a couple of Taliesin POV scenes in this draft, and something I really appreciate about seeing his POV is just how cerebral it is - for all of his goofiness, this man Thinks

He's so in denial lmao your feelings are hurt, bud

AHA the full conversation between Edea and Taliesin that I was expecting from the respite chapter

UH. YEAH.

I never get tired of writing conversations between these two. Or actually between any of my lil trio.

Back to Winnie again

not with the Beatles reference again lol

I'm gonna be sick

Ending Thoughts:

I think I've lost a little of the spirit of this task in my preparations for working on the next draft of this novel. Placing Beyond Alder Creek within its context, my writing has come a long way since those days of teenage mutants with superpowers. Given the section I'm reading through right now was written outside of November, and all of 2024's was completed within the month, AND this being a second draft, it's very likely that this will be the best writing we get to see. And I'm by-and-large very happy with it! And even happier when I'm not happy with it, because so far, all of the sections that I feel less strongly about, I have ideas on how to improve the prose or the underlying structure of the story to get it there.