#ego twa

[terriblewritingadvice]

I wasn't going to post this here initially, but Twitter fucked the quality and I'm pissed, so why the hell not.

[zentriii]

msc/rngi stripper au (no strippers relevant) written w @fish-with-more-eyes bc they said chris prince acts like he’s running a strip club bc “hes teaching these guys to hone their bodies to assist 'talents'......................”

if prince is running the place then it’s msc trio’s show. aka rngi and their unwilling third wheel chigiri <3

no way nagi’s a stripper that man is more of a blob than a person which means he’s either a bartender or a bouncer. going w the second given how his ass is always down for a fight n is tall despite never being in one…. perfect

reo being cajoled into entering his sugar daddy arc but instead it’s the bouncer who catches his eye,,,

chigiri’s pretty enpugh to be a stripper 100% but he’s gotta be stuck w rngi’s bullshit for max sillies so he gets to be the friend who tries to get reo to begin his sugar daddy arc (why? his mind works in mysterious ways. it is not my place to question it n neither is it yours)

this is like. a strip club au where neither of the couple are strippers lmaoo

the strippers can be prince and the rest of the coaches instead actually ! pulling ego into this. while he’d make a great pervert regular n noa tipper, if u swap them we get pathetic down bad noa instead which is perfect <3

[axofixations]

INNER CRITIC!!!

Took me like 2 days to finally decide to upload him, but HERE HE IS!!!

he's so silly, they could never make me hate him. (or love him, he's a bit too high-horsey for me, but I enjoy him as a character :])

[Watch out there inner critic, your misunderstanding of sarcasm is showing!]

[sonnyinthesky]

Casually dropped in a gc that i can do a backflip and everyone starting freaking and going "omg thats so cool" "how do you do that" "wow" - who was gonna tell me this isnt a skill everyone taught themselves at age 8? Wdym you didnt take trampolining classes for 2 years-

Tbf i havent tried a back flip in a few years but like last i tried i could 🤷 i bet if u gave me a trampoline and a few hours to fight the mental block i could do it still

[chaoticallyfuckingstressed]

RIP to my phone's aux, I had to pry a headphone jack out of it and now it makes every song sound like it's being played underwater. I don't know the exact damage it has, but it lived a surprisingly long and musical life until now.

O7 RIP aux port. 2022-2024

[400luxxxxxxx]

toxic doomed old man yaoi

shakespeare if he was woke

Iago: God forsake that doltish, doltish man! That he believeth each word to drop from mine own lips as though ‘twere holy writ, blindeth himself in his conceit... God save us all if that moor hadst remain’d powerful as he once was. Was! ‘Tis ever so sweet to speak of him in the past. My hatred for the man doth outlast his brief, fool’s life. Ay, good riddance I say, good riddance. It gives me somewhat to dwell upon, rather than mine own blood seepeth o’er my clothes – and yet, whilst I am so bruised and beaten, the thought dost creep o’er my mind, that I am glad Othello saw me not in such estate... good riddance, I say! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, loyal or nay! I stand triumphant, as I ever was, whilst they both do rot in the ground, many a pace betwixt them. Never have I known a fate more satisfying. If he were to cast me aside, then let him have naught by his side. Yet the question I can but ask myself still, is why doth mine heart ache so? The moor is dead by none but his own doing. Blind was he to mine own worth, casting me off like so. Say not mine hand was unforced. So why doth I ache so?

Were he alive, would he rue it? The fool, to end his own life... could he not be a man? Othello, thou art a fool if thou hear’st me now! By what reason or wit didst thou wed that woman? Did she know thee better than I? Did she know thee more deeply? Doth her devotion put mine years of loyalty to shame? I-

Ay, see me now! Pacing and railing against the walls of this accurs’d cell like a craz’d wretch. Nay, Othello, thou art not here. Good riddance to thee. Thou art dead, I am alive; thus I am the victor.

Yet it doth feel less noble than I had dreamt. There is no crowd to applaud me within these walls. In mine heart there smoulders a fire, yet beneath it lies an emptiness naught can fill. My hunger should have been sated the moment that blade pierc’d his belly, yet instead tis growing more keen as each day doth pass. And without him. Yet pass they do.

Nay, good riddance, The days pass as e’er they did, yet the man who wronged me doth not see their passage – that alone is reason for celebration. Were I free this moment, mayhap I’d travel to the nearest tavern and there proclaim my triumph to all ‘til my voice grew hoarse.

Yet, even as I say it, I dread that the instant I entered, the name “Othello” would lie presuppos’d on my tongue. Oh, heavens, whom do I seek to deceive? There is none but myself here. His name, which stirr’d naught but anger in my heart, used to do the opposite. Speak on, I shall not, for if there aught left to grip save mine hand upon mine wind, it is my dignity. These walls, they crack and whisper – I should know, for I have stood long upon the other side of them. For Othello’s sake, no less.

The fate he met, ‘twas by his own hand wrought. Cassio, his choice? That lecherous, fawning knave? Were I in Othello’s stead, I’d have cast off this mortal coil the moment such a decision was made. And yet, as he hearken’d to mine own supposed crimes, ere he did end his life in such selfish haste, I find myself longing that his reddened face and rueful eye had been set alight for another cause. Mayhaps a more selfish one. That red, perchance warm’d by mine lips upon his.

God, save me! Let some gaoler enter this cell and thrash me senseless for thinking thus, and let mine head be dash’d upon the cold stone floor for that I would not repent.

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translated version for stupid harlots

Iago:

God forsake that stupid, stupid man! Believing every word to come out my mouth like it is the scripture itself, blinding himself with his own ego... god save us all if he was to remain as powerful as he was. Was – it’s ever so satisfying to speak of him in past tense now. My hate  for the man lives longer than he ever did. Good riddance, I say, good riddance. It gives me something to occupy myself with, rather than the way my own blood drips onto my clothes – while I’m beaten, the thought can’t help but enter my mind that I’m glad Othello never saw me like this... good riddance! And good riddance to his whore of a wife, faithful or not! I remain triumphant as always while they both rot in the ground, metres apart forever. I’ve never heard of a more satisfying fate. If he was to choose to not have me by his side, then he will have no one. The question, however, that I can’t help but ask myself, is why do I still ache? That idiot is dead because of no one’s fault but his own. He failed to recognise my worthiness, pushed me to the side like some sort of wingman, you cannot say my hand was not forced. So why do I ache like so?

If he was alive still, would he regret it? The fool, ending his own life like that... be a man! Othello, you moron, if you by any chance of the heavens can hear me now, you are a fool! Why in any sense of sanity you still held onto would you marry that woman? Did she know you better than I? Did she understand you more deeply than I? Did she stay by your side for god knows how long that put my years of loyalty to shame? I-

Look at me now. Pacing and yelling to the walls of this damned grey cell like some sort of deluded psychotic. No, Othello, you are not here. Good riddance. You are dead and I am alive, and  therefore I am the victor.

It feels less admirable than I had imagined it to feel.

There is no applause in this cell for me. There is a fire burning in my heart but just below it, my stomach is empty as it’ll ever be. My appetite should’ve been quenched the second that knife entered his belly but for some reason it’s getting worse as the days pass. Without him, they pass.

No, good riddance. The days pass as they always did and this time a man who has wronged me is not here to see it – that, in my books, is a cause for celebration. Why, if I was freed right now maybe I’d even go for a trip to the nearest tavern, and brag about my winnings to everyone I can see until my throat is raw.

However, and I truly may hate myself for this, I fear the second I storm in there and open my mouth to speak, the name “Othello” would already be presumed to be on my tongue. Oh, who am I to fool. There is no one here but me. Where his name, when spoken to me, now provokes ire and anger, it did so used to do the opposite. Speak on, I will not, for if there is one thing that I wish to hold on to other than my hand to my bleeding wound it is my dignity. These cracking cell walls, they speak. I should know; I’ve been on the other side of them for the majority of my time here. For Othello’s sake, nonetheless.

The fate he had he brought it on himself. Cassio was his choice? That good for nothing womanizer? If I were Othello I’d have killed myself the second that god-awful decision was made.

And yet, as he was told of my crimes, before he did end his own life so selfishly, I can’t help but wish the red in his face and the regret in his eyes could’ve been for a different reason. The flush of his face, maybe accompanied with my lips on his.

God, spare me! Let someone back into my cell to beat my wounds raw for thinking such a thing, and let my skull be cracked open on the cold, concrete floor for not wanting to take it back.

[writing-for-life]

Spun Stories and Hard-Hitting Realities as Bookends to Brief Lives

Does anyone else ever think about the opening and closing panels of Brief Lives? It really kills me a little on every reread…

We have this one at the very beginning:

Which obviously leads into this:

The Prince of Stories, spinning a narrative, deeply wrapped up in a dream that never had enough substance to be real.

The Prince of Stories, being theatrical and dramatic, flooding the Dreaming and making everyone aware of his woes. Even if he doesn’t share his actual thoughts, or only to a degree. But man, does he let everyone know he’s moping.

But then, we get the very last panels of him in Brief Lives after he has killed Orpheus and returns to the castle:

There is no Prince of Stories here. Only a father who mourns his son. Quietly and alone. Without drama, without flooding the Dreaming. Because this time, love and grief are real.

I already wrote about this in a roundabout way before:

If you look at the way Brief Lives starts and ends and zoom in how he changes to relate, if maybe just subconsciously (that ole chestnut again—probably all the same to him, and I think deep down, he knows), to his own story, you’ll never look at it the same way again.

The Prince of Stories set out to chase the illusion of love, a narrative he spun in his head, in hopes to run into Thessaly again. ‘Twas but a dream.

He came back as Morpheus, changed by the reality of grief and unconditional love for his son he finally admits to himself.

And that reality breaks him. However, it is also the death of the ego—the self-surrender that paves the way for transition and change. And that ego-death couldn’t be shown more clearly than in those two contrasting panels…

[hw4-l1z]

Hi I'm new to your blog but I was wondering if I could request wooyoung x male reader where wooyoung is popular at school and he hooks up behind the school with the school goth boy

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I fell in love with an emo boy 😼😼twas kinda rushed at the sex part but whoops.

Sub!Wooyoung x Dom!m!reader

Cw: reader smokes// putting out cigarette on skin// reader has a few violent thoughts but only about 2 mentioned// unprotected sex// spit as lube// public sex// bullying// kinda just dirty//CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE!!!

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You never really liked wooyoung. His ego was too big and he was such a dick...but although you hated his personality there was no denying that he was gorgeous. He'd catch you staring from time to time but would always be so cocky about it.

"What are you looking at?"

"I know I'm hot but you're weirding me out"

"I look sexy today, don't I?"

You'd just roll your eyes and turn away from him, scoffing. But he was right. He did look really good but you'd never admit that. Some days he'd look so fucking pretty but was such an pain in the ass. You couldn't help but have thoughts about completely taking him apart and having him at your mercy. You wanna degrade him, hurt him, make him beg and humiliate him.

Today you were around the back of the school where nobody ever goes, your back leaned against the wall as you puff on a cigarette. You'd had a long stressful day and needed some sort of relief which at that moment all you had was a pack of cigs. They'll have to do. You thought you'd get some nice peace and quiet by yourself until you hear someone's shoes scraping against the gravel, approaching more and more until they fiannly appear around the corner.

A groan leaves your lips as your head falls back against the wall in frustration. It's wooyoung. He spots you and smirks as he walks towards you. You move your head back forward and you push yourself off the wall ready to leave before he grabs your wrist.

"You know these are very bad for you, it'll turn your insides black" he stops and looks at you up and down before putting on a raspy, mocking 'edgy' voice "unless your hearts already a black void" he says before burning out into laughter. You just glare at him before yanking your wrist out his grip.

"You think you're funny huh?" You quirk your brow at him. He just looks at you trying not to laugh in your face. God you wanna punch him right now. "What are you gonna do? Use your black magic on me? You gonna curse me for eternity" he laughs. You shake your head before letting out a laugh through your nose "no...but maybe this" you say before grabbing his arm and putting the lit up end of your cigarette on his forearm, pressing it down to put it out on his skin. He yelps in pain, ripping his arm from your grip "What the fuck is wrong with you!!" He shouts looking at you with a face of shock.

You throw the cigarette onto the ground before grabbing him and pushing him against the wall. "What's wrong with me? Oh I don't know maybe the fact that you're almost always insulting me and constantly have some stupid snarky comments to say" you snarl to him. He looks a little scared considering he doesn't any of his friends to help him out this. You know he's useless and weak without them, he puts himself into these situations just to have his friends beat the shit out of people. He's alot smaller than you are but since you've never given a reaction back he never expected this to happen.

You've caught him at the right time. You can do whatever without risking getting your ass kicked. "Awe don't have your little buddies to help you this time do you, guess you'll have to fight your own fight this time" you sneer, your face is so close to his, you want to kiss him but you also wanna stomp his face in. He didn't know what to say. He felt a little humiliated that you got him like this but he's also more humiliated at the fact that he's insanely hard right now. Your grip on him, how close you are to him, the look on your face is turning him on so much.

His face begins to burn up once your body presses right against his. He knows you can feel it by the way your lips grow into a smirk and your eyes darken. "Oh...is this turning you on" you chuckle, looking down as you see the tent in his trousers pressed against your own now growing tent. He tries to look away ,embarrassed at this but your hand turns his head back to face you, looking into his eyes. Your gaze burns into his soul as he blinks back at you.

You give him a smirk before you pull away slightly and manhandle him around so his front is now pressed against the wall. You pull his hips out and back into your crotch as you lean into him. Your breath is hot on his neck as you tease it from one side to the back of his neck. "Your such a slut aren't you, want me to fuck you at the back of the school huh? What if someone catches us? What would they think watching you getting fucked onto my dick hmm?" You laugh breathily.

Finally your lips connect with his neck, sucking harshly and biting him, leaving behind dark red marks. He whines as his hips press back into you practically begging you to fuck him. Of course he's scared if you get caught but he's wanted this for so long he can't wait any longer. He reaches behind him to undo your belt in a desperate attempt. You help him out, undoing your button and fly before helping him pull down his trousers.

You pull your cock from its restraints, giving it a few strokes before spitting on it making sure you coat your cock enough. You spit on his hole and using your thumb to rub it in before you line your cock up ready to enter. Slow you push into him as his hips squirm trying to find an angle that feels most comfortable. You finally bottom out to which felt like forever for him, he never turned to see what he was dealing with so the stretch was definitely a surprise for him. He feels so full, your reaching deeper than he's ever felt before but it feels incredible.

Eventually you begin to slowly move yourself in and out. Wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him close as you begin to fuck your cock into him. His head rolls back as the pleasure over takes him. He's fucking his hips back into you whilst one hand is on his cock, pumping it in time with your thrusts. Since neither of you are super experienced it's just quite desperate and messy. Grinding into eachother in a desperate attempt to get off and for you to release some steam. Once wooyoung is feeling less tense you stand up straight again, placing your hands on his lower back pushing down to make him arch more before you begin to properly fuck into him. Your pace is rough but not too fast, hitting those spots inside him at such a perfect amount of pressure. One hand stays on his lower back as the other grips his hair and pulls his head back roughly. His moans are so cute and whiny as he squeezes around you.

Your hand gripping his hair moves round to hold under his chin as you turn his face to the side to face you. You lock your lips onto his quickly, savouring the taste of him. Your tongues begin to tangle with eachothers, messy with spit and teeth clanking of eachothers. It's messy and dirty but you both seem to love it. You feel as his walls begin to contract around you signalling he's about to cum. You can feel yourself getting closer too, the knot building up more and more.

It's not long until he's letting out a high pitched moan into the kiss, spilling his warm seed into his hand. You follow close behind, pulling out of him and pumping your a few times before spilling onto his ass. All that's heard is just heavy breathing as you both stand there dazed, coming down from your highs.

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[mieowkoid09]

Its fascinating how YooHanKim all technically raised eachother.

For Han Sooyoung, because of her other ego's wish to save KDJ and his comments and her memories of Yoo Joonghyuk becoming dreams, she became a writer.

For Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung wrote his regressions and KDJ birthed him from his imagination and then went on to lead him through the 0th turn's scenarios.

For KDJ, Yoo Joonghyuk saved him and was the only thing really keeping him afloat in his childhood and Han Sooyoung wrote to him when writing TWAS his favorite novel.

Idk about HSY but KDJ and YJH have also compared eachother to being "parents".

[terriblewritingadvice]

mee whenn i make up entirely fanon dynamics between characters yayy

[abuswepet]

INTRO POST !!! ꒰ yet again 。 twas @ himeketamine > abuswepet ꒱

໑ haii im nini ノ kyo !! as yu all know ꒰ the 1s that do 。。。 i got t worded (╬`益´) ꒱ soooooo im back yet again to grace tumblr with my evil domineering radqueer presence ꒰ bats lashes ꒱

໑ chrono 15 intra 4-7 ! it , shi , hy ノ hymn prns 。RADQUEER , pro consent , pro c , PRO para ALLERGIC 2 ANTIS 。꒰ follow yur own fuckin dni thanks ꒱

໑ akutagawa , kyomoto , ichimatsu , kangel fictkin ! haver of many alter egos (＞人＜ 💧) repressed kemonomimi puppything

♡ cis ꧇

blasian , short , stalker , artist , aspd , mdd , autism , adhd , anxiety , bpd , memory loss , csa , cocsa 。

♡ tris ꧇

loli , harmful , character , cuteharmful , zombie 。

♡ trans ꧇

BJD , nymphet , harmed , sexdoll , chinese , sealpup , fawn , innocence , cultist , snuff victim , groomed , adored , stalked , addict , corpse , weight , harmed 。

perma ꧇

dead , kid , 2ooos , high , hyper , idiot , silly , bruised 。

myy paras teehee 💭 , 🗝 , ⚰️ , ❣️ , 🥀 , 💐 , 💤, 🛍️ , 🎎 , 👁 , 👻 , 🦿 , 🥤 , 🫁 , 🐾

BMFBMF RADQUEERS PSPSPSP HAIII HUMPS YU AS YU SCROLL BY 。uhgmmg evill moral igafers pleaseeeeee tie me 2 a tree && have yur way with me ,,,,

[axofixations]

[completely accurate, i am posting as a ghost rn]

anyways, here's the original "greed in a frilly apron" pic!

*please note that greed is not completely TWA-compliant in his design here. refer to image for notes as to why.

there he is. Mr. "I want everyone to have everything and then still crave for more". I imagine this is before he ends up making and serving pancakes to people [to promote his brand image, obviously.]

bonuses [felt like doodling]

there they be.

also, for the summary doodle i mentioned i'd post with this

[terriblewritingadvice]

I THINK ABOUT RHSI ONE ALL THE TIME LIKE FR

Also ISTG I REMEMBER HAVING A SHORT PRIVATE MESSAGE CHAIN WITH RAMEN ABOUT THIS END CARD BUT I CAN'T FIND IT BECAUSE WE HAVE 7 PAGES OF PRIVATE MESSAGES WITH EACH OTHER FUJCJSJF 😭😭

Edit: FOUND IT!! luckily the exchange was in February so I just had to go like. a page deep JDSKJF..

@terriblewritingadvice idk if you have noticed this yet but the end card in “rivals” references back to this like which if find a bit…

and the end card

btw you said that we could tag you in anything TWA related ((so i am absolutely taking advantage in that >:]))

[hizznbyte]

Some familiar faces [Probably part one of a series of doodle pages]

TWA except you don’t spell it out by letter you just say it like a word. twah. Yuh

God I hate these bitches

I was gonna post a full doodle page full of other sketches and characters and stuff but like I said , im running outta time so I gotta post these and run. Sorry guys [sob] I planned a lot more but I can never catch a break out here. Maybe next year? Anyways.

This might technically be the first time I ever post real TWA art [I’ve drawn them before just never public] so erm hai these are my rushed designs :3 I was fighting for my life with .. some parts so whatever ignore how sketchy it is. Top two images are JP [Ego], bottom are Inner Critic on the left and Greed to the right. Smiles at you stupidly.

[delusinalandpassionate]

So hello...I kinda disappeared for a moment after Don's Canto was announced. After seeing that, I immediately remembered my list, and I wanted to remake it to be ready for her Canto. However, when I started to do it, and then I read shit tone of theories about her, and everything became confusing, and I am kinda procrastinated everything. But I'm back! And well, that's the mini list. It's all shady things that happened with Don in our main story and events. To save some time and energy, I only mentioned things that are definitely shady, and I'm certain 99% will play a role in her Canto, but it's still pretty chaotic.

I am also going to make analysises of all her IDs and EGOs in two separate parts and what I think they will lead to.

I didn't write a lot about any theories because there are A LOT of them, but I would love to hear your personal favorites and promise to give my best opinion about them

Also to the person who wrote to me about Discord, I tried to find you, but it well there wasn't enough information for me to understand how, so if you are still interested in talking about Don, please just write me in Messeges.

Okay back to the List

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1. REDACTED

That thing appears in her character description, in a list of particulars , and none of the other characters has anything like this. Also, her list mentions Delusional of Grandiore. However, she does not show any symptoms (yet)

2. Ferris wheel and Carnival

We already saw a Ferris wheel in form of windmill on her character art and carousel in the window of her persinal EGO art and now with a cover for her Canto, we can with certainty say that she has something to do with this theme. The closest thing to Carnival we saw in the City idb Oswald's 8 o'clock Circus. Which is extremely fucked up place and if Don is really was part if it I would be surprised that she looks so normal(both physically and mentally)

Oswald's ideology also has a lot of about wishes and performance, which could suit her character arc quite well, but with him being dead, I am not sure who is left to control Circus.

3. Eyes and dance

Two little hints from second Canto from which my obsession with Don began. We still have no idea what that could possibly mean.

I should mention that there was a theory that her eyes are cognito filters, but I doubt that.

(There were also theories that she's blood fiend, which is interesting.)

4. Deal

In Canto III Episode 10 we get a first mention of mysterious deal that Don Quixote made with Vergilius. It's important to mention that while he beat shit out of her she still argued about her point, but only he mentioned that "deal" she immediately backed up.

Second mention of a deal happens in Canto IV Episode 28 where sinners wonder outloud about their wishes that brought them to the Limbus and Don only gets "...". Which is fucking weird, because there were other sinners who didn't say anything, but only Don was singled out.

Also it seems like a person with whom she made a deal was Vergilius, which I'd already unusual because it's Faust who does this kind of job.

5. Old friends, rampages and distortions

Canto III Episode 19 where Don Quixote beats Sinclair to bring him to his senses and than says "Pardon my rash action. Often I would find myself overcome by fervor, rampaging much the same as a riderless horse. At such moments, mine old friends helped me to come to myself—by beating me senseless. ‘Twas, at times, the only remedy to the fever that had overtaken me."

And well, that's only time she speaks about her past, giving us this little story. And it sounds horrible. However, we can not deny that this type of therapy works in Project moon world really well. I mean, we just finished Canto, where we beat Heatcliff to bring him to his senses.

Actually, if you think about that, most of "rampages" in these games( excluding "panic" from Lopotomy) happen while characters experience Distorting or EGO corruption and surprisingly Don Quixote have some sort of experience with Distortions?

In Canto IV Episode: 53, when we see DongRang Don Quixote is the first to understand that he's experiencing Distortion. And then, in Risk Levels & Classifications, she mentions that Moses(the DISTORTION detective) sounds familiar to her.

Which makes us wonder if she or someone in her past experienced Distortions?

6. Miguel

Don Quixote's quote "Sueno Imposible" is a direct reference to the musical Man Of La Mancha, and Miguel is a main character of this musical author of the story of Don Quixote who trying to live up to his heroic life.

Also, at old sprites, she had MIGUEL written on the bottom of her coat, but it was removed from the model now. HOWEVER, on her official stand, there is still written MIGUEL.

And that kind of makes us wonder if her character arc could be more inspired by musical than book, or if her real name would Miguel. We still not sure, but it definitely should play a role in her Canto.

[pippin-pippout]

How long is Usopp gonna be having his little "'twas my alter ego countess boochie flagrante" moment? I miss his face.

Other question: Will Luffy ever figure out that Sogeking is Usopp?