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jpriest85-blog · 8 months ago
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Finally finished my concept art of my MC from @barbwritesstuff Blood Moon.
Introducing Hala, a typical looking 20 something girl who enjoys boba tea, arts & crafts activites with kids, hanging out with her pack, and watching animal documenteries with her boyfriend Marco. I based her wolf form on Arabian wolves so Hala appears smaller, with larger ears, and a shorter coat compaired to the rest of her pack. She also likes to dress in layers and can usually be seen wearing a red hijab (sort of a visual reference to red ridding hood). Althogh Hala dresses like this more because she's prone to getting cold rather than for religious or modesty reasons. Not much use for modesty when you're a werewolf.
Hala eventualy becomes the Alpha of her pack, which does surpise folks first meeting her. Espically with how friendly she is, Hala comes across more as an energetic college voluntreer than an Alpha. However you should never confuse Hala's kindness for weakness, she will not hesitate to rip your head off with her teeth. As Lawerce Blackwell found out the hard way.
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dailymanners · 2 years ago
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If you're like me, you may have had the feeling that since lockdown people have been ruder, more aggressive, and lacking in compassion. The bad news is, you might be right. Some studies and data coming out show that people have gotten ruder and more aggressive since lockdown (x)(x)(x). And the thing is, if even a few people have gotten ruder and more aggressive over the past few years, that's unfortunately spreading. Rudeness and aggression are contagious, if someone feels stressed and upset and like the world is against them because of constant cruelty and apathy from others, they may be likely to adapt the same attitude and spread this attitude even more.
However, there's good news too! Kindness, courtesy, and compassion are also contagious! Acts of kindness and compassion uplift others and inspire them to do the same. You have the power to start a ripple affect with acts of kindness, compassion, and just good manners. You have the power to put the breaks on or even reverse this trend in aggression and hostility that's popped up the past few years.
I made this blog because I'm tired of the constant hostility I've witnessed in public over the past few years. I think we have the power to do better, if we're only reminded.
Now you may be wondering, why do good manners even matter? Aren't they just a bunch of dumb rules made up by old dead people? Well, maybe some manners like "no hats indoors" or "no elbows on the table" are arbitrary and honestly it's harmless not to follow those, but that's why I won't be focusing on good manners that have no clear purpose behind them in this blog. In this blog, I'm going to focus on manners that matter.
By manners that matter I mean, manners that have a clear and definable purpose of showing compassion and empathy to other people. Your words and actions have consequences in how they affect the people around you, manners make sure that they affect others in a good way. Manners are the true social lubricant that makes sharing both private and public spaces with other people better for everyone. Going to work, going to restaurants and shops, and using any public space like roads, sidewalks, and parks is going to be better for everyone if we're all being considerate and compassionate to those around us. And this matters because, just like I said earlier kindness is just as contagious as cruelty, so when you're kind and polite to others it will circle back around to you eventually either way.
This is also why I'll be posting an explanation for every manner I post. I myself an neurodivergent so I understand the importance of needing an explanation behind manners. And even if you're not neurodivergent I understand why you wouldn't want to just blindly follow an old social rule without being given a good explanation. This is why I'll always explain why it's polite to do x. Why it's beneficial to you and/or others.
And always remember for every manner I post, I am not forcing you to do any of these. If you are unable to do any given manner I post for any reason, or you just don't want to, you are free to ignore it and simply carry on with your life. Of course if you're a wheelchair user it's going to be harder to open doors for others or if you're non-verbal it's not going to be possible to say excuse me whenever you accidentally bump into someone. Consider this my disclaimer that any of these that you are unable to do due to a disability you are not obligated to do.
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bandgie · 1 year ago
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Hi! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED your Beast of a Man tarzan!smut. Seriously it was so engaging and you wrote him so well (HES SO HOT AGHH). He's such a hot character idk why others don't write about him, I'm starved for Tarzan fics...
Could you please make a part 2 to the smut? You have such a great/smutty idea going I would love to see you continue it!!
It would mean everything to me!
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a/n: hi yes thank you so much and ofc! it's been so long since I've written smut on Tarzan so please bear with me! (fic anon is referring to here)
synopsis: You have successfully brought back the ape-man for research. Despite behaving like an animal, he's a lot more human in more ways than you originally thought.
warnings: MDNI 18+, recording during sex, oral (m!), 69ing, semi-public oral sex, cumming in mouth (m!&f!), rough throat fucking (f!rec), cum eating (m!&f!)
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"Who the fuck is this?!"
Your colleagues screamed and ran upon seeing who, more like what, you brought back to camp. They hopped up on tables and held up papers as weapons. They eyed you both wearily, on the verge of tears as you stood just a few feet away.
"I think that's a bit extreme," you sigh. 
The ape-man was beside you, clinging onto your leg like a child would do with a mother. He, too, was very wary around these strangers. You could hear him grunting and pulling at you as if keeping you from getting too close. 
Cute yes, but this would mean it would take a lot of work to build trust in the entire group.
Slowly, the fellow researchers began to try and communicate with the man. Talking slowly and softly, just like you showed them to. All of you agreed that this being could be the missing link, the answer to the question anthropologists have tried to find for decades.
It took over a month for everyone to be comfortable around one another, but of course, another issue was raised. 
"So does he just not have a name?" Professor Porter asked. 
As of now, you all were just calling him 'the ape-man' or 'hey you' to get his attention. It never crossed your mind to give him an actual name. 
"We're not gonna name that beast," Clayton butted his way into the conversation. Clayton, as big and strong as he was, seems the most afraid of your new friend. He's hostile, rude, and arrogant. Even if the ape-man cannot understand the words thrown at him, he can feel them.
The best thing to do in these situations was to ignore Clayton, he just loves the sound of his own voice. 
"No," you turn your attention back to the professor. "Not that I know of at least. Should we come up with one?"
"Oh great," there's heavy sarcasm laced in Clayton's voice. "Here you are naming a dog you're not even gonna keep."
"With no due respect Clayton, please shut the fuck up," Terk, the youngest of you, speaks. Terk is small for his age, but he has built. A hairy man who's lively, talkative, and one of the natives that live here. He and the ape-man get along well, a little too well sometimes.
Clayton flips Terk the bird.
"A name for him would be nice, yes." The professor looks as though he's sweating from the tense atmosphere. "Do come up with one dear, I think the missing link would rather you do it."
It's no secret that the ape-man prefers you over the other researchers. He's constantly at your hip, following you like you have an invisible leash on him. Your colleagues, however, don't know how close you two actually are. 
The conversation stays in your head for the rest of the day. A name. A name. Something everyone has yet is unbelievably difficult to come up with. Hundreds of possibilities run through your mind as you carry out your daily tasks. Even the ape-man, who's used to you ruffling his hair, grows confused about your behavior.
Nightfall comes with everyone in their tents and you still haven't come up with a name. 
With a groan, you turn on your side to see the very person who's making you struggle already looking at you. His eyes are dark, but the candle in your tent lights up his features just enough. You reach out and brush a lock of hair out of his face, watching how he moves to try and get you to touch his skin.
You settle with resting the palm of your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over it. 
"A name," you tsk. You narrow your eyes and let your gaze travel over his body. He needs to look like his name, that's a must. "Hey, do you know what a name is?"
He doesn't answer. 
"Something to call you. That's a name. Do you have one?"
He stares at you.
Well, this is going to be harder than you thought. 
Pursing your lips, you say the first name that comes to mind, "Edward?"
He reacts to that. His calm expression turns into a scowl, bushy eyebrows coming together. You quietly laugh and shake your head, "Not that one okay."
"Tony?"
He frowns.
"Taren?"
He pouts.
"Okay, okay. I think I got it...Garrett."
The ape-man groans, mimicking the behavior he's seen you do hundreds of times. It shocks you to see him act so human, so you. It's equally adorable as it is terrifying. 
He's gotten closer to you, a breath away. The proximity used to freak you out, but you've learned it’s how he shows his affection. His trust. 
The ape-man is waiting for you to say a word he likes, a sound that comes off your tongue magically. Judging from your facial expression and earlier absent behavior, this is an important task for you.
You want the name to be strong, versatile, and not easily replaceable. The being you've found is one-of-a-kind, it's only fair his name is as well. You play with a few letters in your head, bouncing them in your mind until you think of one that suits him.
"What about Tarzan then? Do you like that one?"
His pupils dilate, watching your beautiful lips pronounce the word. His word. 
"Yes."
You gasp, sitting up abruptly. Your sudden movements make him panic as he sits up with you. He scans the tent to find an intruder while you sit there stunned. 
He spoke. The ape-man no! Tarzan just spoke to you. He understood language and used it, even if it was just a mere word. A one-syllable answer that has shaken you to your core. 
"Oh my god. You just, Tarzan you just spoke. Holy shit, say it again. I need to capture this on video." You ruffle through your bag looking for your camera. 
Tarzan stops searching the tent and looks back at you looking as confused as ever. Like he didn't just display human speech in a mere month.
Quickly, you pull out the camera and hit record, aiming the lens at Tarzan's hard, yet beautiful features. 
"Repeat what you just said," you look at him through the monitor. Instead of complying, Tarzan stares blankly into the lens. "Do you like the name Tarzan?" You press.
No answer, his eyes flick from the red light to your eyes. 
"Come on! Just tell me whether or not you like the name." You're starting to grow impatient. At this point, you're convinced he's just being an ass.
Finally, he adjusts his seating position. Tarzan glances down at his crotch then back up to you, then back to his crotch. You follow his gaze, trying to understand what he's trying to say. Then it clicks. 
Compensation. If you want him to do you a favor, you have to do him one as well. 
"Are you being serious?" You sigh at him. Tarzan gives a faint nod to you. Even if he can't do so, you swear you see him smirk. Asshole. Setting the camera down, you angle it towards the two of you. Might as well have fun with it.
You crawl your way towards him, parting his thighs slightly before giving him a playful glare, "You're such a man sometimes."
Unlike before, Tarzan wears cargo shorts rather than a mere piece of clothes from last time. Professor Porter made it clear that if he was to hang amongst you all, clothes were necessary. 
They suited him nicely, even now. The way the material hugs his toned thighs, how his cock bulges through the shorts even when he isn’t hard. You couldn't help but run your hands along his muscular legs, finding his crotch.
He groaned as you palmed him, straining to not thrust his hips up. Tarzan learned to be patient with you, especially in the presence of others. Most animals didn't care whether they mated alone or in their pack. Even if Tarzan was raised by those animals, the thought of others hearing the sounds you make for him is repulsive. 
Instead, he has to settle for brushing your hair from your face as you undo his buttons. Delicate fingers unzipping the seam until his half-hard cock sprouts in your face. 
It doesn't matter how many times you've seen his dick, it makes your pussy quiver every time. All you can think about is how perfectly it stretches you, how the tip slides against your cunt deliciously. Your mouth salivates at the memory, and you let your spit drool off your tongue to land on his cock.
Tarzan loves the sigh. A pink tongue just hovering over his length. He also remembers the feeling of your hot mouth on him. The way your lips slowly come closer to the crown of his head, how your breath wafts over him. It feels euphoric when you finally make contact with him, mouth enclosing his flushed head.
It's so warm in your mouth, smooth as you lightly suck on him. The hand on your head slightly grips your hair, a sign that he likes the slow pace you've set. You hum around his cock, taking him a little deeper as you widen your jaw.
One of your hands makes way to grip the base, pulling the skin upwards in a stroking motion. 
This makes his hips jerk, gagging you for just a split second. Your wide eyes look up at him, small tears peeking at the corners. Tarzan gives an apologetic look, but the sight of your teary eyes and pretty lips around his cock makes him fuck up toward you again.
You pull away from him, earning a whine as Tarzan throws his head back dramatically. 
Maybe he thinks you're going to stop as punishment, but it's quite the opposite. Your cunt is sopping from tasting him, even if it was for a brief moment. Even if you have a task at hand, and your camera is still recording for 'research,' you have your own needs to take care of. 
Tarzan is none the wiser as you put a hand on his bare chest and lay him down. He eyes you curiously but lets you push him all the way down before hopping on top. His eyes widen as he's faced with your clothed cunt. Underwear the same color as your tongue that holds the strongest smell of you.
He doesn't need any directions as he dives his nose into you. Tarzan is obsessed with your natural smell. His nose immediately grows damp from your wetness, his tongue poking out to lick the juices that leak out.
Softly moaning, you take a hold of his cock once more. You pump it a few times before taking it into your mouth. It's surprising to see that he's not humping in your mouth like normal, but he's so distracted with your pussy that he can't seem to bother noticing his own pleasure.
It's hard to focus on his hard length as his teeth tear off your panties. You gasp when you hear the fabric split, but it turns into a whine when his tongue finally makes contact with your bare cunt. 
Tarzan has to grip your hips to keep you still. As much as he would love for you to grind on his face, he needs to have his meal first. His tongue runs over your folds, finding that little bud you love so much to be touched. 
He sucks on it and pulls, stretching your clit. Your legs shake and you have to pull away from his cock to catch your breath. Lazy hands stroke his hard-on as you look back. You clench at the sight of his unruly hair peeking above your ass, the sounds his mouth makes as he laps at you.
Turning back to your literal task at hand, you find the energy to take his cock once more. You unhinge your jaw and exhale, taking Tarzan deeper and deeper until your eyes roll back. You hollow your cheeks and suck, moving your head back up until just the tip remains in your mouth, and go all the way back down.
Now Tarzan can feel the bliss of your mouth on him. He moans into your pussy and slightly jerks his hips up, making you gag around him once more. 
Feeling you work so hard makes him want to reciprocate. He shakes his head left and right to try and bury himself deeper. He uses his grip to force you further onto his face. Tarzan's tongue finds the squeezing entrance that he's breached so many times. He digs his tongue into you, finally getting a taste of you from the source. 
He's guiding your hips so you could drag your pussy against him how you like. Tarzan can feel your hips trying to pull away from him as the feeling of his tongue has gotten too much. And it has.
You're trying to distract yourself by deepthroating him, but it's no use. All you can feel is his experienced mouth, how he remembers every detail he knows you like. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and how it builds in your stomach rapidly. 
Tarzan feels your legs shake. Your thighs trembling and giving out, full lower body weight on his face. He can taste how the wetness has changed, thicker and tart. Tarzan knows this taste like the back of his hand. You're going to cum, give him that white cream he loves licking out of you.
You've completely stopped paying attention to his dick. A part of you should feel bad for neglecting him, but you can't seem to care as Tarzan's tongue fucks you. Instead, you find yourself humping his face, his mouth following as you approach your high.
You squeal as you come, clamping a hand over your mouth as you finish. Warm gushes out of you, body quivering as the eager man under you happily drinks it all. Tarzan gulps and slurps until he's beginning dripping from the corners of his mouth. 
He takes and takes until you're the one having to tell him no more, that you can't handle another orgasm. 
Tarzan hears the desperation in your voice, the way you plead. It takes strength for him to pull away from your pussy, a soft growl emitting from his chest. 
Then his thighs wrap around your head, securing you in front of his cock. You have no time to question him as you involuntarily take his cock into your mouth.
There's so much pre-cum dripping from the slit that all you can taste is its saltiness. He's throbbing, fucking his hips into your mouth as he holds you still with his legs. 
All you can do is take it. Lips wrapping around his girth as he desperately slides his dick in and out. You gag and silently plead for Tarzan to be gentler, but he's having none of it. Your hands warp around his thighs to steady yourself, your head bobbing uncontrollably to match his movements.
Tarzan twitches in your mouth once, stilling his hips deep into your throat. Tears immediately prick your eyes and fall down your face, and you swear your vision goes black for a fraction of a second before he pulls out. You get the chance to gasp for air as he lines up his cock to your lips again and shoves it back in.
You think you might pass out. You're at the mercy of Tarzan, and he's still unable to see how much stronger he is than the average man. Your mouth is nothing but a fleshlight to him as he makes you choke around him. It makes you feel like a toy, a warm hole for him to fuck his seed into.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.
The familiar twitch in his cock occurs again. Once, twice, then three times before he unloads in your mouth. Hot spurts of his cum find themselves in your throat, forcing you to gulp it down. 
Tarzan's hips slow, letting his cock drag against your lips before he finally pulls out. You cough and pant as his orgasm drips from your tongue. 
His thighs release you and you promptly plop down on them. You feel his hands rub soothingly over the curve of your ass, up and down your thighs. And an extra apology, Tarzan presses a kiss to your throbbing pussy. You chuckle and kiss his thigh back before sitting up, hoping off his face. 
You have to crawl to grab your camera, breathing a sigh of relief to see the red light still shining. You aim the lens at his face as he too sits up. You can see the arousal on his face from eating you out, his swollen lips, and messy hair.
"So," you start. "Tell me, Tarzan, did you like that?"
Tarzan's lips quirk into what you think is a smile before he looks at you directly through the camera. 
"Yes."
a/n: holy fuck I dont think y'all know how hard this was. I kinda went all out for the first one so the second one was hard as hell to match lmaooo. I physically and mentally can't do a third installment. this is the final one sowwy also I added some characters from the film! hopefully you caught that, I made Terk human, Tarzan needed a friend even if it's a fanfic
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mxtxfanatic · 3 months ago
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The Most Un-Lan-Like Lan (Junior) vs. The Most Un-Lan-Like Lan (Married-In Senior)
Lan Jingyi is such an interesting character. He is very opinionated and often speaks his mind without considering how his words will come across. He is cowardly about the supernatural despite being a cultivator but brave against those in positions of power despite being a child, always willing to stand up for what he thinks is right. Lan Jingyi starts off the story with a low opinion of "Mo Xuanyu," usually acting rude, hostile, or dismissive:
When he turned his head, he saw the Lan juniors tailing him. “Children!” he shouted. Lan Jingyi said, “Who are you calling children? Don’t you know which clan we’re from? Just because you’ve washed your face, you get to act like our senior?”
—Chapt. 9: Pride IV, fanyiyi
Wei Wuxian went to the youngsters. “Am I seeing things right? Each of you is a disciple of a prominent clan. Haven’t your moms, dads, and uncles taught you that the dead can’t receive the paper money you’re burning? They’re dead, what do they need money for? They won’t be able to collect it. Plus, you’re burning the money right at someone’s door—“ Lan Jingyi waved his hand dismissively. “Move aside, move aside, you’re blocking the wind. The fire will burn out at this rate. Anyway, it’s not like you’ve ever died—how do you know whether the dead can collect the money?" ... Lan Jingyi knifed him in the heart again. “Even if you’ve been dead before and didn’t get any, it has to be because no one burned any for you.”
—Chapt. 42: Flora X, fanyiyi
It doesn't help that Wei Wuxian, playing into his "gay lunatic" persona, is intentionally trying to put everyone off:
Lan Jingyi said, “Why are you crying? You’re the one who said you like Hanguang Jun! Now he even brought you home. So what are you howling for?” Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows were wrinkled, his lips frowned, and his face was the perfect picture of misery.
—Chapt. 11: Elegance I, fanyiyi
Wei Wuxian took out the apple from the breakfast they had given him and offered it to the donkey. As expected, as soon as the animal bit in, it stopped braying, and began smacking its lips and crunching the fruit with its teeth instead. Wei Wuxian touched the back of its neck and thought about the jade passage tokens the juniors carried while pointing at the round, white rabbits covering the ground. “I’m really not allowed to cook them? So if I cooked them, I’d be chased off the mountain?” As though facing a major enemy, Lan Jingyi opened his arms and stepped in front of him immediately. “These are Hanguang Jun’s rabbits. We just help watch them once in a while. Don’t you dare cook them!”
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“I can’t get up,” he said sincerely. “Uh, what’s happened to you now?” Lan Sizhui said. “What’s happened to me? Your clan’s Hanguang Jun ravished me!” Lan Jingyi piped up louder and fiercer. “If you keep spouting nonsense, we’re not going to let it go. Come out!”
—Chapt. 19: Sunshine I, fanyiyi
Yet despite all this, once Wei Wuxian sheds his "Mo Xuanyu" cover and begins to seriously lean into his mentorship role, Lan Jingyi becomes one of his most vocal followers amongst the juniors, seeing the man as both a steady pillar to rely on—on par with his idol, Hanguang-jun—and someone whose safety he is concerned with, so much so that he can even cast aside his fear of the supernatural to volunteer himself as bait in Wei Wuxian's stead:
Wei WuXian said to them, “When the second group of fierce corpses rushes in, I will lure them towards the Pool of Blood, and HanGuang-Jun will be in charge of slaying them. With this target here,” He patted himself, “They won’t bother you. Don’t be tempted by battle, just run.” For once, Lan SiZhui’s raised his voice, “No! We can’t do that. There’s no way!” Sect Leader OuYang had given up trying to hold his son still. OuYang ZiZhen, “Senior-Wei, we will slay the corpses too! I can slay a hundred more!” Meanwhile, Lan JingYi had already started to undress, “I’ll draw a flag on myself too!”
—Chapt. 81: Core Part 3, boat-full-of-lotus-pods
OuYang ZiZhen, “HanGuang-Jun, why did Senior-Wei collapse?” Lan WangJi, “Tired.” Lan JingYi was astonished, “I thought that Senior-Wei would never tire!”
—Chapt. 84: Core Part 6, boat-full-of-lotus-pods
Soon, he began again, “Speaking of it, why didn’t I see SiZhui and the squad this time back?” In the past, these juniors would’ve crowded around them and begun chirping all the way from the entrance of the mountain. Hearing him mention SiZhui and the juniors, Lan WangJi’s brows relaxed somewhat, “I can take you to see them.” After he led Wei WuXian to find Lan SiZhui, Lan JingYi, and the others, the juniors didn’t do anything apart from calling out in delight.
—Chapt. 114: Banquet Extra, exr
With such a fierce and impressionable personality, it's no wonder he's one of the few juniors whose name Wei Wuxian can remember 😂
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eeldritchblast · 1 year ago
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Lae'zel is Autistic
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(Note: This post was written by someone with professionally diagnosed autism. A lot of what I'm about to say of Lae'zel, I can personally relate to! This is not intended as negativity or hatred of her character; rather, it is one of the reasons I adore her.)
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I really don't like that the writers have attempted to tone down Lae'zel's "rudeness" perceived by the larger fanbase. It reminds me too much of how "rudeness" is so often less about hostility and more about one's ability to perform social interactions to the standards of neurotypical people. So for the writers to decide that Lae'zel is too "rude" for not saying her please and thank yous every time she speaks, for being direct, for struggling to have two-sided conversations... well, to me, that's just saying that there was something wrong with her they felt the need to fix. I spent years with people trying to "fix" me in special ed. To teach me how to present as neurotypical, like memorizing appropriate responses to common questions, and pretending to hold eye contact by looking at people's lips. While I will admit it helps me in the workplace for example to perform these things, it also taught me to hate myself for being faulty in the first place. That's something I still struggle with to this day. So when a character like Lae'zel comes along, who I can relate to in her coded autism, I don't want to see her changed. I want to see her celebrated.
Here are some of the signs of autism I've noticed in Lae'zel:
Difficulty regulating and understanding emotion:
Lae'zel is a very passionate person, and can get carried away by that passion. At the same time, she is not very good at self-inventory of her emotions. After she defies Vlaakith in Act 3, she asks the player to help her understand what she is feeling, because she cannot place it herself.
Directness:
As said above, Lae'zel is vert blunt in the way she communicates. If you've picked up the game only in later patches, let me tell you that she was originally even more so. If the player asks Lae'zel why she is the way she is, she says it's just because she is githyanki. While I certainly think some of this could be attributed to a difference in culture, we meet other githyanki, and they do not carry the same speech and manner she has.
Taking things literally:
Lae'zel equally does not understand indirectness from others, or idioms. For example, when Shadowheart asks if they have "buried the hatchet" between them, (an American idiom to mean "making peace" which by the way, is not a very appropriate idiom,) she answers with "why would I bury a weapon?" Again, this could be attributed to a difference in background, but nonetheless something to relate to.
Dislike of small talk:
Literally the first thing Lae'zel says to you after you recruit her is, "chatter already? Tas'ki."
Inflection:
Lae'zel is voiced with minimal modulation of intonation or pitch. As such, she sounds monotone and serious, even when the words she says are lighthearted or joking.
Difficulty handling change of routine/expectancy:
When things do not go as Lae'zel is determined they are supposed to go--for example, the machine she thinks will remove her tadpole not working as she believed it would--she has wild, uncontrolled outbursts.
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There's probably even more one could list here, but for now I'm done. I may edit this later, though.
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room-surprise · 8 months ago
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Izutsumi's name, meaning and cultural references
This is an excerpt from Chapter 6 of my Dungeon Meshi essay, "Real World Cultural and Linguistic Influences in Delicious in Dungeon"
IZUTSUMI
(Japanese Pronunciation: Idzutsumi)
(Spoilers for the entire manga and post-manga materials!)
Izutsumi (イヅツミ) is a beast-man created by attaching a human soul to a monster cat, which is why she won’t ever be able to “turn back” into a human: she was never human to begin with. We don’t know what Izutsumi’s birth name was, if she even had one. The human that was killed was probably a baby or young child, since they don’t seem to have any memories of their mother, so they may not have ever been named.
We know that Izutsumi is from a different, larger island in the Eastern Archipelago to the northeast of Wa Island, however we do not know if this is the origin point of her human half, her monster cat half, both, or if this is just where she was made.
We do know that when she saw an illusion of what she thought was her human soul’s mother, the illusion was wearing something similar to North or Central Asian clothing, not Japanese clothing, so the island Izutsumi comes from is probably not culturally Japanese like Wa Island.
PLANT: ASEBI
Izutusmi’s code name as a ninja is Asebi (アセビ), which is the Japanese name for Japanese andromeda (pieris japonica), a type of shrub. The kanji for this plant’s name is 馬酔木 and it literally means “horse intoxicating tree” because it was known to be toxic to horses and make their legs go numb. A code name like this could imply a rude sentiment like “you’re so unpleasant, just being near you makes horses sick.” Considering the hostile relationship Izutsumi has with the Nakamoto clan, this code name makes a lot of sense.
IZUTSUMI THE FAMILY NAME
Izutsumi (井堤) is a common family name in central Japan, especially Kanagawa Prefecture. It is historically affiliated with the Tachibana (橘氏) clan, which was one of the four most powerful kuge (court nobility) families in Japan's Nara and early Heian periods.
The Tachibana clan’s founder was Inukai Michiyo (犬養 三千代) whose name was changed to Tachibana Michiyo by Empress Genmei. Michiyo was a court lady of the early Nara period and mother of Empress Kōmyō.
The family name Inukai (犬養) literally means to own or keep a dog, but the character for dog historically refers not only to dogs, but to any four-legged animal, especially those that are ancient or magical.
Over the course of the 9th and 10th centuries, the Tachibana clan’s rivals pushed the Tachibana out of power, and the clan was scattered across the country. I’m not certain, but it sounds to me like “Inukai” as a family name describes a profession, in this case, someone who is in charge of keeping four-legged beasts of all kinds. In the world of Dungeon Meshi, maybe this name implies they are a professional monster keeper, or monster trainer.
Though it’s a somewhat tenuous connection, the idea that Izutsumi’s human half might have been a stolen child from the Tachibana/Inukai family, which tames monsters, is very interesting! Another possibility is that the Tachibana/Inukai family were the ones that provided the monster cat used for making Izutsumi. Perhaps they were experimenting with making beast-kin soldiers in an attempt to fight back against their rival kuge clans.
IZU-TSUMI
Let’s break down the name Izutsumi into its sound components and what they might mean.
TSUMI
The primary meaning for tsumi is 罪, a Japanese word that indicates the violation of legal, social or religious rules, so you could translate it as sin, abomination, or a crime against god and humanity.
In Ancient Japan the word usually implied that a divine punishment was occuring, and something that was tsumi would therefore carry disease, be polluted and unclean, suffer from disasters, or be ugly and unsightly.
Considering the way people of the Eastern Archipelago discriminate against all races that aren’t tall-men, and the way the Nakamotos make Izutsumi cover her body and face up completely, I think Kui probably meant for Izutsumi’s name to convey this meaning.
However, although the negative connotation is the most common, tsumi can also be a name, or part of a name (Tsumigiwa, Tsumiki, Tsumio, Tsumire, etc.) which makes it sound natural when used in Izutsumi’s name.
It can also refer to the Japanese sparrowhawk, Chinese mulberry, a spindle, a whelk, a child's wooden building blocks, to accumulate (bricks, like a wall, or savings, like money), to build a reputation or gain experience, atonement (for sin), to pluck, to load with cargo, or to send away.
These meanings are interesting, since they suggest that Izutsumi is “sent away” by Toshiro when he lets her go, and by joining Laios’ party she is gaining life experience, building herself up (like a wall, like a child with toy blocks), and becoming a more mature person, moving past her old identity of being a sinful mistake. Through the course of the manga she learns to accept herself as she is, and eventually discovers that there was nothing to “fix”, she cannot become a full human, because she wasn’t one to begin with.
IZU THE PERSONAL NAME
Izu is either a girl’s name, or a component of several Japanese names for any gender (Izumi, Izuko, Izuchi, etc), so putting together Izu+tsumi creates a compound that sounds like a Japanese personal name, though I have found no evidence of it as an existing personal name.
IZU THE PLACE
Many names reference where a person or their family are from, so it’s possible that Izutsumi (or her family, or the magicians who made her a beast-man) are from a place called Izu.
Izu (伊豆) is the historic name of a province which is now part of the Shizuoka Prefecture, which is to the west of Tokyo. This area is the Izu peninsula, a large mountainous area, and it contains Izu city, and nearby is the Izu island chain.
Many of the Izu islands are and have been uninhabited, however a few of the islands do have small populations, and Jomon and Yayoi ruins have been found on several of them, indicating that the ancestors of modern Japanese people once lived in these places. I was unable to find any information about whether any other ethnic groups have specifically lived on these islands.
During the Tokugawa shogunate (one of the primary eras that Dungeon Meshi’s Wa Island resembles), the Japanese court frequently sent nobility into exile in the Izu islands because the region was far away from the capital, and it was considered an unlucky and bad place to be. It’s unclear if the Izu islands already had this reputation before they became a place of exile, or if the negative reputation was caused by its use as a prison. There is some indication that the Izu islands were somehow seen as ritually unclean or dangerous.
Eventually the criteria for banishment was broadened and the islands became penal colonies, where people were sent for murder, theft, arson, brawling, gambling, fraud, jailbreak, rape, and belonging to illegal religions (Christianity). Criminals exiled to the island were never told the length of their sentences, and the history of the island is filled with foiled escape attempts.
Not only were the islands used as a prison to keep politically dangerous people away from Kyoto, they also held an important religious role as a barrier between the supposed purity of the central court in Kyoto and the unclean dangers beyond the borders of Japan.
The islands were the first line of magical defense against the dangers that threatened Japan, and the ritual experts, a type of shaman called an urabe, practiced a special kind of turtle-shell divination in Izu.
It’s possible that Izutsumi’s human soul came from the Izu region. Izutsumi’s human part could have been a native of the Izu mainland, an Izu islander, or the child of a prisoner. No matter which one it is, being from Izu would make Izutsumi very low-ranking and unimportant, which would make her human half a perfect target for someone trying to find a baby or child that they could sacrifice to make a beast-man.
It’s also possible that the magician that made Izutsumi lived and worked in Izu, since it’s a place that had magical and ritual significance, was seen as a place of pollution and danger where such “unclean” work could be done, and where there is a ready supply of unwanted human beings (prisoners, islanders and their kin) available to be used as raw materials.
Perhaps they made many beast-men, and so since “tsumi” means abomination, perhaps the name Izutsumi simply means “abomination made in Izu.”
IZU THE VERB
Izu (出ず “dezu”) is also an archaic verb used by the lower-class that can mean a great variety of things, though there does seem to be some common ideas being expressed through all of them. Here are the ones that I think apply the most to Izutsumi:
Doesn’t come out (She’s been hidden in her ninja clothes for a long time.)
To leave on a journey, to depart, to move forward (She leaves her old life behind.)
To appear, to emerge, to be discovered (She surprises Laios’ party and then joins them.)
To be exposed, exhibited, displayed (She grew up displayed in freak shows.)
To sell (She was sold by many people.)
To exceed, to go over (Her behavior is often seen as rude and “too much.”)
To stick out, protrude (Her ears stick out, giving her identity as a beast-man away.) To come from, to be derived from (She “comes from” tsumi, she was created by an abominable act.)
To assume an attitude, to behave in a manner (She behaves like tsumi, an abomination, uncivilized.)
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ask-the-clergy-bc · 16 days ago
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Could I please request headcanons of the Papas meeting their S/O's very religious family for the first time, only for the family to be hostile and constantly made snide remarks about the Papas position in the Church/try to argue theology with them?
I swear I wrote something like this before, but I can’t find it so I can’t link it! But I’m still gonna answer this, just sorry if I’ve done it already! Lol!
This is also unlocking one of my favorite Papa I headcanons, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did getting to write it!
Also proof reading; I’m sorry if this misses the mark. I got carried away with thinking of different scenarios to put reader in!
Notes:
-Written with younger Nihil in mind, but reader’s choice.
-GN Reader
-Reader implied to have one or both parents/parental figures, some grandparents, and siblings. Each is different and can be swapped out per reader preference.
(Trigger warnings: emotional abusive families, unhealthy relationships with family, religious trauma for the reader.)
Papas Meeting Their S/O’s Heavily Religious Families
Papa Nihil: Your Papa never understood why you kept in contact with your toxic family. They constantly belittled you and tried to convince you to abandon your place at the clergy. You admitted that despite the nasty things they said about your faith, you still loved them. They were your family and you didn’t have the heart to completely abandon them over it. Nihil despises them but can’t force you to cut contact, so he remained supportive. One day you did get an invitation to come home as a peace offering. Nihil was suspicious but agreed that you should go. Primarily because he didn’t trust your family and didn’t want to leave you alone with them… but wait, they willingly invited him too? Shit. Now he was REALLY SUSPICIOUS! But you asked him to go with your puppy dog eyes, and he couldn’t say no.
This would be the first time he’s met them and he wasn’t going to let you down. So he reluctantly agreed to come home with you. Nihil grabbed a fine bottle of wine and a dish he had his personal ghoul made. Despite being very grumpy at having to go, your Papa was polite and charming as he could be. It lasted about ten minutes getting into the door. Because, unfortunately, your grand father was there. Your grandpa was one of those super traditional, old school types who thought everyone should bow to him as head of the household. Your grandpa didn’t even let you sit before he was criticizing your beloved. Citing him as being rude for imaginary slights, and that he would expect nothing less from a demon worshipper.
Nihil wasn’t having any of it. “Actually, I should be at the head of the table: I outrank all of you where I came from.” Your lover smirked. Then all Hell broke loose. It went from your Grandpa shouting about sin, to your mother crying for him to calm down, and then Nihil laughing in everyone’s face. You both didn’t make it an hour before you were being pushed out of the house and told to never come back. Nihil’s only regret was seeing you cry, because he knows how badly you wanted to be accepted. But he decided to take you out to dinner, instead.
Papa I: Quite frankly, your family had picked the absolute worst person to ever have a theological debate with. Papa I isn’t just a dedicated anti pope; Theology is his passion and special interest! He does nothing but study various religions, INCLUDING every single denomination of his dreaded nemesis. So you knew the day Papa met your family they would be humbled VERY quickly. Actually, you couldn’t wait to see it if you were being honest.
Your family had been pestering you for ages to come home and visit. They hated where you ran off to, but insisted they still loved you and just wanted you to come see them. God would always forgive you, right? You agreed only if you could bring Papa. With a lot of reluctance they did agree. Papa was happy to accept thinking it was your way of reconnecting with your family. He knew the stories but was willing to play nice for your sake…. Yet he was intrigued as to why you were so giddy the trip to your childhood home.
Aside from a lot of passive aggressive comments towards him (which he ignored), the family had been well behaved. It’s not until dinner that your uncle decided to have a ‘good faith’ argument ‘for fun’ with Papa’s and yours beliefs. Papa was calm at first until your uncle started preaching. You sat back with a small smile as Papa dressed the man down. Papa not only contradicted all of your uncle’s arguments with actual Bible verses, but Papa even showed he knew more about his faith than anyone could have guessed. Your family was stunned and dinner was finished in silence. Papa thanked them for a lovely time and you never fought with your family again… they were too scared for it.
Papa II: If it wasn’t for the fact that Papa genuinely cared about you he would have never agreed to this. Papa openly despises your family after hearing stories of how they treated you. You had to literally beg him to meet them just once. One dinner to meet him so they would stop hounding you about your mysterious partner and the “crazy cult you joined.” All you wanted was this one dinner so you could go back to ignoring them for the rest of the year… until Christmas, at least. You’re very lucky Papa has committed to you enough to agree. The compromise is that HE chose where to meet the family.
This is how your family got invited to one of the most prestigious Italian Restaurants in the city. Not Papa’s cherished favorite, mind you. But good enough that it cost a pretty penny. Your parents and sister didn’t seem to mind ‘dirty Satanist money’ when it got them the finest dishes in the world. Plus, it was neutral ground. so Papa was a touch more relaxed than he would have been otherwise. Even after thanking Papa, your family seemed like they couldn’t wait to be incredibly rude to him. You pushed your risotto around your plate and kept your head down as your mom kept asking questions. The kind that were thinly veiled passive aggressiveness under a sweet tone. Papa sipped his wine and answered non committaly to questions about his faith, his role in the ministry, how much he made, what made him part of the congregation…
Papa was a classy man, so one worded and cool answers kept him from being snarky. ‘Lucifer. Anti Pope. more than jesus. Birth right.’ Your mother seemed to sour more and more at his answers, and your sister sneered in barely concealed disgust. But the line was finally crossed when your mom whole heartedly smiled at Papa. “It’s never too late to be saved by Jesus. You know you both could always come home, receive forgiveness, and stop living in sin.” Papa set down his wine. “And you could stop giving tidings to a Mega Church where your pastor has a criminal record.” Your family’s stunned face was enough to make you almost choke on your food. Needless to say, you’ve never seen the three of them run out on a bill so fast after that. But you did thank Papa for being nice. After all, you know the man could have done so much worse.
Papa III: To his credit, Papa wanted to be absolutely gracious and was happy to put aside religion if it meant keeping peace with your family. He knew it was important to you to just have your family on good terms. Even if that meant a healthy arms length away from him. So he was prepared to not speak of his faith and be his cordial and charming self. Anything to make future contact easier for you! Despite your rocky differences, he knew you and your family were incredibly close.
Papa had agreed to let your family come over for dinner to help mend the bridge. He was happy to host! You didn’t think they would ever agree, but you always gave small invitations. Your family declined every single one. Until one day you decided to try again for Easter… and they accepted?? Your were a bit panicked, but Papa was ecstatic! He wanted them to like him and possibly be more communicative with you! Maybe even visit more! He had his fill of extremists in the past, so he wasn’t expecting a miracle. But he definitely wasn’t expecting to be as disrespected in his own home as he was that day.
Papa had the kitchens prepare the nicest Easter brunch in the gardens. No Jesus, but plenty of bunnies and plastic eggs for your baby cousins. Your family (and extended family) pretty much all ignored every greeting he tried to make. They didn’t acknowledge Papa and instead decided to nit-pick you, the abbey, and even the siblings serving you. Papa had gritted teeth the whole day. Trying to be level headed and supportive. but when they told him they didn’t want him saying ‘grace’ at the meal did Papa finally react. “You come into MY HOME, on YOUR HOLIDAY that we accommodated for YOU, and you treat me and my home like GARBAGE?” When your mom pointed out he was a Satanist anyway Papa yelled, “GET THE FUCK OUT!!” Papa called them everything from hypocrite to their faith to disgraces. You were happy to see all of them run out with their tails tucked between their legs. Papa never invited your family to anything ever again.
Papa IV/Copia: Copia meeting your family had been entirely by accident! You were little to no contact with them and intended to keep your partner and life AWAY from them! Yet fate had other plans. You had attended the last of the tour shows with the band and one of the destinations had been your hometown. Copia always knew you hated traveling back there. Originally he had asked if you wanted to skip over the city and take a mini break away from the crew. Happy to let you go off on your own solo trip and just reconnect with the tour after this particular show. But you vehemently were against leaving and assured him the chances of your family being around a ritual was one in a million… until you saw your entire family protesting outside of the venue. (Swiss told you to buy a lottery ticket with your odds after you picked your jaw off of the ground.)
You almost couldn’t believe your eyes. They must have stayed out for hours to yell at the band’s tour bus. The only reason you were even out there was to wrangle some of the ghouls from screwing with some of the protesters. That’s when you saw your siblings and cousins in the midst of the signs. When one of them recognized you Hell broke loose. Your brother, a proud pastor, called you out by name. Copia had come to grab you and heard it. “Beloved, is that… your brother?” You begged Copia to just go back into the bus with you. Normally, he’s a more passive man in tense events and likes to handle issues more calmly. But when your brother, sister in law, and even cousins started shouting biblical insults at you he snapped.
Very calmly Copia strolled over to your brother and met him eye to eye. You knew that Copia being calm meant he was absolutely livid. Your brother went from being belligerent to gulping at the blazing white eye of your lover. Copia recited word for word all the passages he knew about not being above God and judging your neighbor. Every time your brother tried to respond, Copia spoke over him louder and louder until he was practically shouting verses. Soon all the protestors were staring in horror until all were muttering and quiet. Copia just scoffed at your brother before turning to you. “What a terrible child of God you are. Pathetic.” You felt on top of the world when Copia guided you away, leaving behind a stunned and silent brother.
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eustasskiddsprosthetic · 8 months ago
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Hey, remember when I said I shipped Lawlulaw? Yeah, I finally have an idea for them!
As I was fleshing this out, I suddenly felt the need to shove in Acelaw and Sabolaw in there so uh that's fun. I wanted this to be Lulaw centered but the moments of Ace and Sabo can be very easily spun into a romantic direction if I wanted and I wanted to be open to having a Law harem!
Welp, anyways, onto the plot I cooked. Edit: I elaborated more on this au here (x)!
I'm thinking of Law as a scientist who studies marine life. He has a huge lab where he collects specimens and spends a lot of time sketching out the intricate details and labelling them. He loves drawing these because it helps him get a clear, objective view of the world. His ultimate goal is to know just what makes the world tick.
He wants to know the inner workings of everything, kind of to compensate for how he barely knows himself and the depths of his subconscious nature. He believes everything has a place. A creature's ever part, every organ, every component is like a gear that keeps the whole system running and Law loves analysing them.
It may or may not be surprising but he actually believes in things like monsters, aliens and cryptids. From his experience, there's so many interesting sea creatures within the realm of science. It seemed a bit rude to dismiss the possibility. You never fucking know.
So that means when he sees a merman washed up one day in front of the beach near his home. He shrugs and says, "Well, he looks better than a drunk Bepo."
From indifference turned curiosity, Law squats down and starts poking this merman with a bit too much force and said merman jolts awake. Law notices how sharp his teeth and claws were. Law knew he would die if he did not approach him correctly.
"H-hello. I'm Law. Are you okay?"
The merman was visibly confused. Law realised he seemed a bit dehydrated and realised his gills on his neck looked uncomfortable. Law understood. He pointed to the ocean behind the merman.
"I'll take you back," Law said. He did not know how to approach the situation beyond rolling up his sleeves just in case the merman had an allergic reaction to his shirt and very gently trying to carry the creature princess-style.
Law was horrified to feel that this creature was heavy and struggled with carrying him. So much for wanting to be brave. The merman did not do anything to make things difficult—Law just was not the strongest out there. He just stared at Law with literal stars in his eyes. He made a cheerful little sound that was admittedly quite cute.
Law let the merman go when he was just around waist-deep in the ocean. He gently poured some water over his gills, which elicited even more happy sounds. When Law let go, the merman suddenly looked sad and Law felt like a horrible human being.
"Good bye. Take care"
The merman was swimming rather freely in the ocean now and he circled around Law. Law felt anxious. Did he walk into a trap? Was the merman going to attack? The merman did not seem hostile but you never know what these creatures were thinking especially when they were alive.
When the merman stopped swimming, Law took a good look at his features. He was quite cute in the face with large round eyes and an equally large mouth that occasionally broke into a large smile. If he were human, Law would've fallen in love.
"Good bye, it was nice meeting you-"
The next thing Law knew, he was immediately submerged underwater. He could barely breathe and felt himself choke. Meanwhile the merman was giggling like this was all very amusing. Law was knew he would die, if not for something rapidly swimming up and forcibly dragging the merman away.
Of course it was another muscular merman. He looked older than Law's murderer and had dark red accents on his hands and neck. There were spots on his face that looked like freckles. Now this one looked predatory. In human terms, he looked like he was nagging the other merman. Irritated, Law stood up as best he could and punched them both on the head.
Law's murderer seemed annoyed and sad at the violence, while the other one looked mildly impressed. He whistled through his gills. At least Law knew what that meant—it was a fucking mating call.
"Shut the fuck up! You're both annoying me! Go away!"
The black-haired mermen tilted their head to the side at the same time. In the distance, a pale, almost albino merman swam closer. Unlike the other two, he seemed friendlier even with a heavily disfigured face. He laughed as he happily said, "I'm sorry for my brothers, bastard!"
Law was flabbergasted. This was not his day.
"You can talk?"
The blonde merman seemed more surprised than Law. Law would punch him too but he was much faster than the other two in grabbing them by the shoulders and swimming some distance away so they would have to shout at each other. Law's murderer seemed sad that they were separated.
"You can talk, human?" The merman replied. He laughed. "Bitch!" He seemed to say those vulgarities with great childlike amusement. Though, Law would not be surprised to hear that he knew what those words meant and meant them sincerely. He seemed cunning.
Law felt wet, disgusting and thoroughly upset that he did not die. "Why, yes I fucking can! Piss off!"
As Law made his way back to the base, he suddenly heard the blonde merman tell the pervert and his murderer something. They went silent when Law looked back. Three seconds later, they started making loud, hysterical noises.
For God's sake, Law walked away with a ruined morning, wet clothes and the horrible memory of nearly dying. That was annoying, as he walked up the ocean where he was comfortably knee-length. He felt something gently grab his foot.
"What do you want, murderer?"
The merman pouted slightly and fuck isn't that just the cutest thing? He tried to pull Law back but gently this time. Law realised this was kind of like a child trying to make friends. He sighed and squatted down again to meet this creature at eye-level.
"I won't go with you but I'll come back tomorrow morning. Don't pull that shit again, or I'll kill all three of you. Understood?"
That seemed to be what the merman wanted for he smiled brightly and made those happy clicking noises again. He hugged Law's shoulders, licked his cheek quickly, jumped off and swam off with his brothers who seemed more interested in this little guy more than anyone else.
The sight was sweet. Maybe tomorrow morning would be better...
(Also, Law read up on Merfolk. Apparently, they were acknowledged to be legitimate sea creatures only three years ago and there were proper laws to forbid the act of hunting and killing them. Law found it strange that policies viewed them more like an endangered species than human beings.)
(More importantly, Law found out that there were some highly intelligent merfolk could learn human languages. And even more importantly, merfolk use their saliva to mark their territory... Including their mates, whom they usually commit to for life... Huh.)
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coffeetank · 9 months ago
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Build CHARACTERS!
Every time you write a book, you're creating a journey for your reader. Your main characters are the medium through which this journey is carried out. Your readers see the events in the book through your characters' eyes. Thus, it's very important to have characters that feel human, even though they might not be (if you're talking fantasy).
Now, of course, if your writing fantasy and your character is a dragon or some mythical fox, they won't act the way a human would. But that's the best part about making characters, you can give them layers. No matter the circumstance, every character will have a way of responding or reacting to it. That's where your characterisation comes in.
Here are a few things I do to make my characters, well characters:
1. MORAL CODE:
Your characters, regardless the genre, are the immediate connection to your readers. Fantasy or not, they'll be carrying the story. So they need to have a set of values that they follow. When you're affixing a moral code to your characters, first take an example setting. Suppose, you've created a character named A. Let's say A is a man and a detective by profession. Now let the main event of your story be a case of murder. Obviously, there's going to be an investigation. Let your detective (A) find out that the victim, who is a woman, was a sex worker. After the victim's body comes back from a forensic search, let there be signs of sexual assault. Now conventionally, as a detective, A is supposed to jump into action and go above and beyond to find the culprit and bring justice. But here is where you can add a characteristic that isn't conventional. Even though A is a detective, make him look down on sex workers. That would mean that A believes that the victim probably 'asked' for whatever happened to her. Your character needs to have a moral code so that they can ignite some sort of feelings in your readers. This moral code further also revs the whole process of character development. In a nutshell, a moral code is a set of beliefs that your character has which can either be agreeable, or questionable, or both. We call them the white zone (virtuous/agreeable), the black zone (evil/questionable) and the infamous morally grey zone (both).
2. OPPOSING QUALITIES:
This is by far the most interesting advice I have ever received. Opposing qualities are actually simple – it's one quality (that's good) and it's inverse (which is a flaw). What you do here is, you give your characters a good/admirable quality and then you give them flaws based on those specific good traits. Some of these that I have used are:-
helpful :: people-pleaser (you character helps others but at the same time seeks validation from others, thus only helps people who validate them)
confident :: cocky (you're character is confident, but they often come off as cocky in situations requiring humility)
perfectionist :: obsessive (are they a perfectionist or are they just obsessed with having things go their way only?)
supportive :: nosey (sure, they support all their friends, but they also tend to poke their nose into everything which makes them ignore or overlook people's boundaries)
straightforward :: rude (they are straightforward and don't shy away from speaking their mind which is good; however, they end up saying things which could be harsh or hurtful)
reserved :: unfriendly (character can be introverted and reserved too, but sometimes they get away with being outright hostile all in the name of their introvertism)
protective :: possessive/controlling (this is easy to confuse as both parties involve an exceptional amount of care for their loved ones, but ask yourself - are protective and possessive really the same?)
practical :: ignorant (one of my favourites; is your character just level-headed about stuff? or are they just heedless to others' emotions?)
There's so much more you can do with this one! Use as many traits and their inverses as you wish! This tip really helps a lot (speaking with experience)!
3. BACKSTORY:
Probably the most important part of making a character. Everyone has a backstory. You. Me. Most importantly, your character. Backstories as just significant events that alter the mindset of your character. It can range from something minimal to something grave. It could be a cup of coffee or it could be a traumatic experience. The experience could be personal or they could have been an observer; anything works as long as it affects them and hits their weak spot.
The following questions are important to frame a backstory:
• how does your character think?
• what is their moral code? are they in the black zone, the white zone, or the grey zone?
• what are their emotional fears? how do they deal with them?
• what is their level of emotional maturity? do they have any form of issues (trust, attachment, etc)?
• how was their childhood? how were the parents? how were the sibling, the relatives or family friends?
• was their school/college life good? did they have any life-altering experiences?
• what kind of friend circle do they have?
Answering these questions will help you get to know your character even better. Thus, making it easier for you to create your character for your readers.
4. THEIR EMOTIONAL ENVIRONMENT:
Your character has a family, or doesn't. Maybe they're an orphan, or grew up in a foster home. Evaluate what type of effect that may have on your character. Was the foster family abusive thus making your character too shy and timid? Or was life as an orphan so difficult that they learnt to be hyper-independent?
Include their friend circle in this. What type of friends do they have? Are they friends with the good kids? Or the bad kids? Or is it a mixed group? If it's a mixed group, then further focus on how the differences in opinions has an influence on your character. Use your character's emotional surrounding to build their functioning.
If you've come this far, thank you! Do let me know if these tips seem helpful/have helped you!
- Ashlee.
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Meeting and Dating Chozen Toguchi
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(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous? I might have just wanted to write it myself.)
(The meeting portion is really long but I hope you still enjoy!!)
- When you were little, Chozen Toguchi asked your father for your hand in marriage, enamored with you and your willingness to play with him during recess; going through a stereotypical and innocent preschool crush. Your families laughed it off and with time, it faded into a distant memory; one you looked back on only when your parents reminded you of it. 
- Obviously, you’d grown up since then and your short lived friendship was just that; short lived. Chozen began focusing on his training and you began making new friends, forgetting about him and the time you spent together on the playground entirely; more important things on your mind than the boy you barely knew anymore. 
- But Chozen never really forgot: he’d always held a torch for you; even as he sacrificed his free time to Karate and formed a circle of friends who idolized him rather than genuinely enjoyed his company. And by the time he had time, you’d justifiably moved on and left him in the dust, already out with a different set of friends. 
- Unfortunately for you, Chozen isn’t very good at handling his feelings; especially when they’re negative: and you can’t get much more negative than jealousy. 
- It all started when you were younger: Chozen was always a bully; always obsessed with honor and being the best, and you’d always found it fascinating how a person so wealthy; someone who seemingly had the entire world in his hands, could still manage to be so unhappy. You would have pitied him if he wasn’t so obnoxious: accosting you on the street on your way to school, mocking you for this and that, pulling at you like a stereotypical thug while his friends laughed behind you/at your sides. 
- It wasn’t hard to hate him; most kids in your town did, but Sato owned everything and Chozen fought too well for anyone to do anything; so it carried on for years....
- You knew how Chozen felt about you from the start; maybe not the extent of his feelings but you definitely knew that he was attracted to you, which is why his behavior confuses you. You’d heard about the whole “boys bully the girls that they like” stereotype but you never thought that it was actually true: that someone could be so emotionally constipated that being rude was their only way of handling foreign feelings. 
- He first asked you out when you were thirteen and you’d turned him down within seconds: though a small part of you; against your better judgement, felt a small pang of guilt as his face slowly fell; realizing then that his nonchalant invitation wasn’t a joke and that your rejection actually meant something to him. 
- That guilt dissipated the moment he pushed your friend and told him to shut up as he laughed at his expense; hissing out a few cruel words before he stormed off with a scowl. You figured that you’d officially created a grudge between the two of you, but not much ever seemed to change: he was just as annoying as before, if only occasionally more hostile. 
- It’s almost impressive how long his feelings for you seemingly last. You’ve gone from middle school to high school and he’s still following you around just as incessantly as before: grabbing onto you, harassing you, proposing you go out with him as if he expects you to drop everything, gasp, and say “of course!”; which you obviously never do. Why would you when he treats you and the rest of your village so badly? You’re poor and pretty and because of it, he thinks he can win and own you like a prize. Well you’re determined not to let that happen!
- Let’s talk about his “attempts to seduce you”, shall we?
- He has a tendency to grab your things while you walk: looking through the magazines or books you were holding as you tell him to give them back and try to snatch them from his hands. Alternatively, he’ll walk alongside you and offer you some of the candy he’s eating, holding it above your head once you hesitantly reach for some, telling you that you can have it for a kiss; and subsequently laughing as you scoff and tell him to keep it. 
- When you go dancing, he’ll find you out on the floor and grab you by the arms, teasing and pulling you in for a dance as you struggle in his grasp; the sounds of his friends jeering and the ironically cheerful music filling your ears. When you finally wrench yourself away from him, he’ll laugh at your anger and turn to his friends with a grin; his level of hostility depending on how recently or harshly you’ve rejected him. 
- Oftentimes, he’ll pick fights with your male friends: purposefully doing things to make them want to fight him or pushing them around when they try to get involved. He typically relishes in your anger; if he cant have your love then your hate will do just fine, but he can’t bring himself to enjoy it when you’re clutching their arm and holding them back, turning back to glare at him as he calls them a coward. 
- He feels as though it’s only a matter of time before he wears you down and gets you to give him a chance, but time is flying by and he’s gotten nowhere, so he thinks that maybe it’s time for a change....
- It’s not long after you turn eighteen and finish up your final year of high school that you arrive home and find Chozen and his uncle sitting in your family home. Your parents rise to their feet and inform you that Chozen wishes to have your hand in marriage: the cocky boy now quiet and staring at the floor, only occasionally glancing up at you in a vulnerable way that you aren’t used to seeing; especially coming from the boy in question. 
- You stare back at him even as he averts his gaze, your mind swimming as you unintentionally block out most of what the adults around you are trying to say. Amidst the chaos, there’s a singular idea in your head that just keeps resurfacing. A thought that would seem incredulous if you weren’t talking about the one and only Chozen. The thought being: What kind of sick power play is he trying to pull?
- It’s the reason why your emotions slowly start to build as the two men politely say their goodbyes, the reason why your ears start to ring instead of hearing what your family is trying to say to you, the reason why you storm outside and go after the boy, catching up with him as his uncles car pulls away, pushing at his chest as you hiss. “How dare he. After all he’s done.”. 
- He’s tense as you push at him, his eyes struggling to meet your own, voice quiet and lacking his usual confidence as he tells you he loves you, insists that he does as you scoff at him. “You think I don’t?” He asks, as though you’ve just said he wouldn’t dare to fight someone, as though you’ve just called him a coward. 
“You want me to prove it? You say the words and I will. I’ll fight anyone. I’ll-”
“I don’t want you to fight. Everything’s a fight with you.” You roll your eyes, finally turning from him and beginning to walk away. He follows after you as you continue to speak. “I won’t marry you. I’m eighteen, I want my own life.”
“You’ll have your own life. I can give you whatever you want. Buy whatever you want.”
“I don’t want your money. I want,” You pause, for the first time in your life you consider what would make you be able to fall in love with the man who’s made it his job to pester you; and wondering if you should even bother to tell him. “I want you to change. You’re all grown up but you’re still immature. Always having to prove yourself to everyone, never keeping your emotions in check.”
“What's the point of changing if you won’t be with me.” He says from behind you, still standing in the place he stopped when you first began to give him your answer. 
“To have honor.” You tell him simply and when you begin to walk away again, he doesn’t follow after you. Instead, he stands there and thinks about what you’ve said, heart pounding and stomach churning uneasily. 
- You don’t see the boy for a while but when you finally do, you’re a bit surprised, naively putting him out of your mind as though he’s moved away and isn’t capable of confronting you at any time. You stare at the man in front of you for a while before your male friend decides to make a snide remark about your prior rejection. You expect Chozen to kill him and your hand itches to punish the idiot yourself, but Chozen shocks you by glancing at you somewhat pointedly before walking away: his friends following behind him in confusion as he stalks off, telling them to shut up as they begin to question him about his behavior.
- A few days later, you spot him from afar and approach him yourself. You inform him that you’re going to help an elderly couple with their farming and though he cycles through being confused as to why you’re telling him this and not really caring nor wanting to help, he finally settles on scoffing yet hesitantly following you over to their house. He’s very obviously unfamiliar with the process of gardening and occasionally grows a bit frustrated but he perseveres and lets you teach him; the two of you opening up to each other more and more as the hours pass by. 
- By the end of the day, you feel as though you’ve garnered a sort of friendship with him, albeit a bit rocky, though your feelings for the boy still fluctuate drastically: mainly because he’s taken your acceptance of him as a sign that you do like him and keeps trying to make a move on you whenever he can; though he’ll nod and insist that he understands whenever you tell him that you just want to be friends. 
- It’s pretty obvious that he’s just playing the waiting game and that he’s beginning to grow frustrated with you; feeling like you’re just playing hard to get, but you choose to ignore the signs and remain “close”. You succeed at keeping him at bay until he leans across the console of his car and lays one on you on a random Tuesday night, kissing you and trying to go further before you wrench out of his grasp and smack him in the face. He asks what your problem is, angrily telling you “fine, then get out then.” when you yell at him for once again treating you like his girlfriend, rubbing his cheek and glaring at you as you angrily yank open the door and start walking down the street. 
- He comes to his senses not long after and starts driving alongside you as you walk down the road, trying to coax you back into the car. You ignore him as he calls your name and “oi” and tries to apologize without really apologizing and though he feels stupid, he can’t bring himself to let you walk home in the dark, feeling worse and worse as he silently drives beside you and waits for your stubbornness to run out enough for you to stop and agree to let him drive you.
- He’s honestly kind of impressed and amused when you genuinely make him drive alongside you all the way home yet it only makes him like you even more. The next day, he shows up to your door with flowers and a somewhat shy apology which is spoken behind the bouquet that he uses to partially cover his nervous face: and though this is exactly the type of thing you’re talking about (behaving the way a boyfriend would behave) you can’t help but for forgive him, even as you insist you’ll stop talking to him if he ever does it again. 
- He certainly isn’t perfect and continues to get on your nerves but you’re also beginning to realize that you’re actually starting to like him back and that, when he’s not being annoying, it’s getting harder and harder to stop his advances or feel genuinely annoyed when he tries to slip past the friend zone that you’ve purposefully been trying to keep up. 
- The next time the two of you kiss, you do it yourself. You’re play fighting and he has you in a hold that you very obviously aren’t strong enough to break out of so when he asks you what you’re gonna do next, you surge forward and kiss him. He thinks you’re kissing him just to kiss him so he momentarily lets go of you in order to hold you properly, forgetting about your fight until you knock him over and gloat over the fact that you “won”. He doesn’t care that you won but he is a little miffed that you broke off the kiss to knock him down since he was obviously thoroughly enjoying it. 
“So what does this mean?” He calls out after you as you laugh and start to walk away from him, ignoring the fact he’s still sat down on the ground where you left him. You tell him “you decide” and he grins, knowing exactly what he’s choosing....
- Chozen absolutely adores you but you’re going to occasionally feel like an object if you don’t understand where he’s coming from. He loves being able to show you off but if you don’t realize he’s simply proud of you and wants to show everyone that the two of you are together, you’re going to assume he’s being smug and thinks that you’re a trophy that he’s won and gets to display whenever he wants. Which hey, I’m not saying he’s not somewhat possessive and toxic but it’s not always the case. Sometimes he just doesn’t care who’s watching when he kisses you and sometimes he simply wants to show the world that the two of you are a great couple. 
- Part of the problem is that he’s fully willing to makeout with you in public yet won’t be able to hold your hand because he’s still trying to keep up his tough/nonchalant persona. He prefers more dominant and intimate displays over sweet and simple so he occasionally comes off as a bit more uncaring than what you’re probably used to/expecting.
- He sort of keeps his affection to a bit of a minimum, opting for close proximity rather than constantly putting his hands on you. He likes going about his business knowing that you’re right behind or beside him: though the minute someone approaches you, his attention is immediately on the two of you, glare pointed in their direction and a hand reaching out to grab your arm/sling his own around your shoulder. Having his arm around you is definitely his go-to form of affection aside from kissing. 
- The change isn’t going to be night and day but he definitely lets loose and allows himself to be more sweet and affectionate when it’s just the two of you alone together. I can see him going from grabbing and kissing you abruptly and roughly to smiling into a soft and slow kiss; that trace of hardness gone now that he can forget about his worries and just enjoy being in love. How he kisses you also just depends on his mood; especially if he’s feeling angsty or jealous. 
- If anyone in the relationship is going to be soft and affectionate, it’s going to be you, and though you’d probably expect him to hate it, he actually finds it really endearing and enjoys motioning to his cheek and teasingly ordering for you to kiss it; especially when he buys you something/does something sweet for you.
- He’d not a huge cuddler but he’ll lean on you or let you lean on him, whether it’s just your shoulders or some other parts of your bodies.
- It’s much more common for him to use your regular name rather than a pet name but if you’re a foreigner, I can definitely see him trying to fit in with what you’re used to by calling you “kitten” or “baby” or a similar teasing term of endearment. Typically though, he tends to just use a nickname or drop the honorifics. 
- Him helping you with your English/Japanese; depending on where you’re from. Though he gets more distracted during your “lessons” than you do, giggling at your attempts to talk and calling you cute instead of correcting you. He always insists that you don’t really need to learn anyway whenever you whine about him not taking it seriously, telling you that you have him to speak for you whenever you need.
- Considering the fact that you’re probably not nearly as rich as he is; unless you’re a foreigner or come from a wealthy family, you’ll probably get all excited and impressed over his fancy gadgets and gizmos and he’ll find it incredibly cute and endearing.
- He’s a very “if you like it, you can have it” type of boyfriend. See something in a store window? It’s yours. Compliment his jewelry? He’ll put it around your wrist instead. He loves making you happy and feeling like he’s taking care of/providing for you.
- Sharing snacks from street vendors. He never understands why you don’t just ask him to buy you something when you obviously want/like it. He doesn’t comprehend how the little treats he used to get every day after elementary school could be considered expensive. Like, what do you mean the 700 yen Anpan was a treat for special occasions?? It’s 700 yen?! He has to buy ten of them now just to prove a point.
- Plan on spending the day together whenever he asks you out because that’s oftentimes more or less what he’s expecting. He usually comes and picks you up right after breakfast and drops you off some time after dinner; typically with full hands and a full stomach, so lets hope you wore your comfortable shoes when you left the house; though its not like he wouldn’t immediately buy you a new pair before you could even ask.
- Chozen has a habit of buying you gifts for almost all of your dates. He likes to spoil you and since he’s one of the richest boys in town; during a time when Japans economy was absolutely banging, you can expect a lot of compensation for putting up with his tomfoolery.
- He always seems to know where you are and has a habit of turning up; even when you’re trying to ignore him. It can be a little annoying but you let it slide because he always shows up whenever you need him or don’t mind the company.
- He definitely comes to your work/school and flirts with you for his own amusement.
- I recommend getting to know his friends because they’re genuinely the only people in town that Chozen doesn’t mind you spending time with; and spend time with them you do. You’re practically a part of his gang once the two of you start dating, except you’re there to look cute and compliment him instead of holding people in place for him to hit. Speaking of: one of the guys jobs is definitely to escort you out of places whenever he’s dealing with someone so you’re definitely closer to that one; and Chozen will definitely use that when the two of you are fighting because he knows you’ll at least talk to Toshiro even if you’re ignoring him. So, to sum things up, the goons stay with you during sex.
- And feel free to apologize to his friends in advance because Chozen definitely makes out with you against walls when they’re literally feet away from you and having to interrupt the two of you has definitely taken a few years off of their lives.
- Leaving parties early to go makeout in his car. Halfway through the evening, he’ll turn to you with a cheeky little smile and suggest that the two of you “get out of there” and you’ll always be a little annoyed because he was the one who brought you there! …But you still choose to go though....
- He acts like he’s too cool to dance whenever you go to the 1950s/oldies club but he’ll definitely twirl you around when you’re in the privacy of your own home.
- He also acts like he’s above the stupid little gifts of chocolate or drawings or whatever else you choose to give him on Valentines day but he secretly cherishes it; even if he somewhat makes fun of it/plays it off in front of his friends. He might teasingly call you childish or something of the sort but he treats it like it’s made of glass and doesn’t let anyone else touch it once it’s in his grasp so it's pretty obvious that he actually really likes it.
- He’d rather die than admit it but he secretly loves “girly” pop music and most definitely uses your presence as an excuse to listen to it in situations where he feels like he isn’t “allowed” to; like when you’re out driving with him and his friends. You were nearly shocked into silence when he first admitted that he wanted to listen to “Timely!!” by Anri; instead of something by ARB or someone similar, but the out of character choice only made you love him more and it never fails to make you smile whenever he gets all passionate about girl group drama/new releases.
- I need you to believe me when I tell you that matching outfits are extremely serious for him. It will legitimately sour his mood and start arguments between the two of you because you not wearing his suggestions, or wearing the matching set that he got for you, when the two of you go out together will turn into him being annoyed because you “want to look single”. He’ll be subtle about it in beginning but once he’s comfortable in your relationship, he’ll openly sulk about it whenever the dress he laid out for you/voted for is not the one that you come out of your room wearing when he comes to take you out.
- Beach/lake dates. He likes the water and being able to sit out and tan with you. 
- I’m sorry but even before the two of you started dating, you couldn’t deny the fact that Chozen was absolutely fucking shredded and it made you feel conflicted every time he took his shirt off. Like he’d unbutton down to his pants and you’d be standing there fighting demons, trying not to let him know that you were actually kind of attracted to him. Luckily for you, he was always just clueless enough not to realize; at least until the two of you grew a little closer.
- Sitting in on his karate lessons and watching him teach the American troops. Sometimes he goes a little harder on one of his students if he catches them looking over at you a little too much for his liking.
- He always insists it’s nothing whenever he gets hurt in a fight or during training but he’s usually just putting on a brave face. You’ll accidentally hit him in the stomach while he’s trying to teach you some karate moves and you’ll immediately start apologizing while he laughs and assures you it was nothing, only for him to wheeze and wince the second you turn around.
- Having tea together; and doing the tea ceremony because you’re in love UWU.
- He loves receiving compliments and will definitely teasingly fish for them and/or take your sarcastic replies as praise; which he probably should since you still somewhat mean them even when you’re mockingly cooing at him. He always just smiles and blows you a kiss whenever you tell him something somewhat insulting, like telling him that his “ears are still big” after you admit that he cleans up nice.
- You’re always on high alert whenever you’re around Sato and Chozens mother, desperately trying to seem like you’re worthy of being with her son and his nephew: as if they weren’t fully willing to arrange your marriage prior to the two of you getting together. They could care less about the rest of the towns views of you since you make the boy so happy but it still doesn’t hurt to throw on a nice dress whenever you’re going to see them, right.
- Chozen always insists that you speak with Sato whenever your family is having problems so you occasionally end up in his office, close to tears and trembling as you bow before him and skirt around what you really need to ask him: all before he very plainly rewords your question and offers you even more than what you were asking of him; like giving you an extra month to pay your dues. Your mind is still reeling as you walk out of the room, gifted cash in hand for a taxi and/date with his nephew.
- You definitely go out of your way to ruin his attempts at cheating the locals and though he’ll be annoyed at you and somewhat short with/cross, it’s easy for you to worm your way back into his good graces. He knows he was in the wrong and you’re just too cute to stay mad at anyway.
- He has a wide variety of knowledge when it comes cheating tactics so he has a habit of insisting on doing yours and your families business for you because he refuses to let his girlfriend be swindled by scammers. No Haruto, an oil change is not  21,000 Yen and she’s not paying it!
- You kind of Pavlov's dog him into becoming a better person. What I mean by that is that every time he fights someone, he arguably knows that you’re going to be upset with him, and that you’ll give him the silent treatment or start an argument: and every time you do, he just sort of brushes it off and reasons to himself that you’re just a naïve girl and “don’t understand”; so the consequences of his actions don’t tend to make a lasting impression. Except when that “naïve” little girl starts making remarks about how her friend ‘Hiro’ doesn’t get into any fights and starts hanging around him more. Pair that with a lack of affection and you’ll have him starting to reconsider every time he gets angry with someone; even if he still feels like he has the right to do something about it.
- Chozen is kind of a two faced bitch so a solid 80% of the growth you witnessed while he was trying to cuff you is going to be gone the minute that you agree to date him and really start to fall for him so just try to keep that in mind. I never said he was a good person and you shouldn’t be fooled into thinking he is, but with time, he can get better: it’s just up to you to decide if you want to be there to help him.
- He definitely tries to push you away after his defeat, insisting that he’s not worthy of your love and that you’d be better off without him but you simply don’t let him, calling him an idiot and refusing to leave until he’s back to his normal self; or as close to it as he’s able to be. And once the two of you have climbed past that hurtle, things honestly take a turn for the better because you both end up maturing and feeling more secure in your relationship than you ever have been.
- He’s going to try to hide his worries from you for quite a while, but once you prove to be someone he can really trust and someone who doesn’t mind seeing him be vulnerable, he’ll begin to let you in and talk to you about his honor and the similar things that keep him up at night. Sometimes you’ll notice that he’s upset and you’ll do your best to comfort him, letting him stay quiet and just listen to what you have to say whenever he seems to need a bit of reassurance. 
- He hates sharing your time and attention with other people; even when he’s barely paying attention to you himself. Like he’ll be fully absorbed in something else and borderline ignoring you and it’ll be completely fine up until he finally turns to tell you something and notices you’re chatting with someone else, then suddenly you’re in the wrong and acting all toxic and cringe. He’s a hypocrite but it’s honestly kind of amusing.
- He’s a very jealous person, for a variety of different reasons, but I think it really boils down to him being insecure and knowing that you’re not with him for his money: if you were, no one in your town would be able to take you away from him. But, since you’re not, you’re free to leave him at any point and there’s nothing he can do about it, which is a thought that terrifies him. It’s the reason he’s so eager to fight for your hand and belittle anyone that he sees as a threat: if he thinks you’re this amazing then everyone else must think so too which means he has a lot of competition; competition he’d like you to ignore or lose interest in. Hell, even your favorite boy bands catch strays when you get a little too excited over them. 
- I think we all know the answer to whether or not he’d protect you.... Maybe in a fight he knows he can win but other than that... sorry babe but you’re literally doomed. 
- Arguments are extremely commonplace in the beginning of your relationship but the longer you’re together, the more you bicker like an old married couple instead of people needing relationship therapy. He’s a shit starter so it’s usually his fault but thankfully your fights tend to fizzle out just as quickly as they start. They’re very much “fine.” “fine!” types of arguments where you’re both being kind of being petty but you don’t want to admit it, so you stay away from each other for a few hours or minutes until one of you relents and begrudgingly makes amends/moves on. 
- He tends to watch you all forlorn whenever you’re ignoring and/or walking away from him but he’s usually a little too proud to blatantly admit he was wrong, so he’ll just sit there and sneak glances at you, hoping you’ll approach him first. He usually feels bad about your more serious fights the minute they “end”; feeling guilty as he watches you be so upset with him, but he can’t help but stay quiet and let you seethe instead of just apologizing. It’s up to you to approach him first and extend an olive branch, giving him a reluctant “have you eaten” so he knows you’re willing to talk things out and accept his shy apology once the two of you are in a more private setting. 
- It’s sort of rare for him to say I love you: it’s kind of an unspoken agreement between the two of you; you’re sort of just meant to know that he does. Occasionally, he’ll take on a teasing tone and say something sweet or similar to those three little words but he avoids saying them verbatim. Still, there's truth behind his teasing and he does his best to show you that he does even if he doesn’t say it. He kind of expects you to tell him that you love him; because you’re a sweet girl or whatever, but he doesn’t push it; he’s just very happy to hear it whenever you choose to. 
- After a while, you sort of just become his everything; especially after everything that happens to him, so you can definitely expect him to stick by your side in the future and while doing so, shape up just that little bit more in the process. 
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thefandomenchantress · 2 months ago
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I was going to do a post about my overall thoughts on Mouthwashing after I watched a playthrough, but I got a little carried away talking about one specific point, so I figured I'll ramble here and do that later.
(WARNINGS: Mentions of SA, overdosing, guns and death) (And Jimmy in general)
Jimmy is a terrible person (sorry I know it's tradition not to say his name but I'm too lazy to think up something silly to call him every time I refer to him haha). I loved how they used the unreliable narrator trope with him, and how the deaths sorta reflect his (negative) growth in the story and overall themes and stuff.
First, Anya dies. Her death is one Jimmy can easily pretend isn't his fault, even though he's most of, if not the reason she died. He SA'd her and got her pregnant, crashed the ship and forced her to be stuck with him longer, was often rude or hostile towards her, and overall was the main contributor to her deteriorating mental state and her death. But Jimmy can't acknowledge that, so it was her own fault she died. It's not his fault she broke down over every little thing and decided to overdose. And Pony Express was also to blame, right? They laid her off. And Curly's the one who told her that before he was supposed to. So it wasn't completely his fault or even his fault at all, (to Jimmy, I don't believe all this obviously).
Then Daisuke dies. Jimmy has a harder time justifying that it wasn't his fault this time. Jimmy hadn't told Anya to lock herself in Medical and overdose, but it was Jimmy's direct orders that led to Daisuke getting majorly injured. Jimmy, the older, more higher-ranking crew member told him he needed to go along with his plan. Not only that, but Jimmy also manipulated Daisuke by saying that everyone was counting on him and that Swansea would be proud if he pulled this off. For the first time, he acts like he believes Daisuke is capable of doing something right, because now it benefits him. But Jimmy didn't force him to go in the vent, so it wasn't his fault. And how was he supposed to remember Anya said the mouthwash didn't work as disinfectant? Swansea should've waited longer before putting Daisuke out of his misery, he could've fixed it. In fact, Swansea was the reason he was forced to use the disinfectant earlier, so this was Swansea's fault, not his.
Finally, Swansea dies. And this time, Jimmy is undeniably 100% at fault, because he's the one who shot Swansea directly in the face. Swansea was tied up to the chair. Jimmy didn't do it out of self-defense, like what happened in the graveyard minigame. Jimmy stood in front of tied-up, defenseless man who could no longer hurt him, and shot him in the face without hesitation.
Curly's almost the worst of all. Jimmy forced him to suffer as a barely living corpse for months and then made him do things I...Don't particularly want to put in writing. And at the end of it all he assures himself that he's the hero, he did the right thing, because he saved Curly from dying for another twenty years, even though he's the reason the whole crew is in this mess in the first place. All his other heinous actions don't matter anymore, because he finally took responsibility, right?
And I think it's cool that the game slowly makes Jimmy realize that everything is his fault, the crew wouldn't have been stuck here in the first place if it weren't for him. The deaths both show the player Jimmy's true colors over time while forcing Jimmy to finally realize that he is not the victim. He is not better than everyone else. Everything is his fault. And now that he can finally see that...
He needs to take responsibility.
It's just...The sheer AUDACITY of this man. He's so caught up in his own ego it's atrocious. And that makes me love this game so much more, because even if I hate Jimmy with every fiber of my being, this game wouldn't work without him. It wouldn't even be the same game, really. So I guess what I'm saying is that while I hate Jimmy, I loved Mouthwashing.
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pocket-deer-boy · 6 months ago
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can you maybe help me understand something please?
i don’t quite understand how TME/TMA terminology is helpful. anyone can be a victim of transmisogyny.
you can’t say cis women are TME because not all cis women are. they could be mistake for a trans women. especially cis women of color.
you can’t say cis or trans men are TME for the same reasons.
not everybody fits in the boxes of TME or TMA. i don’t understand how those are helpful terms.
this is not meant to be rude in any way, i’m just confused.
Ok so this is kinda messy and shitty but whatever i’ll bite.
First, yes, anyone can have transmisogyny targeted at them, mistakenly or not. I like to compare it to ableism. Anyone can experience transmisogyny, but when you’re TMA transmisogyny is specifically inescapable. There is nothing you could do to escape being a victim of it short of denouncing your whole transition. I’ve been mistaken for a woman before and catcalled under the assumption that i am a woman, those are sticky situations to be in if you’re a queer man. But these situations are easily avoided by being more visibly masculine for me. If you’re a trans woman, this means going back into the closet, or even detransitioning to avoid this danger. That’s obviously completely unrealistic and insulting if you’re transfem.
Similarly, anyone can be inconvenienced by structural ableism when a building doesn’t have an elevator or ramps. However, the building would be specifically hostile and unusable towards people with wheelchairs. The difference is in wether you’re a target of exclusion or violence vs. simply momentarily inconvenienced by its presence. I.e. if someone says something transmisogynistic towards me i could still say in full confidence that i am a man, and that might buy me some safety. The person might apologize, saying they were confused or something. A trans woman would be misgendering herself in doing so. If there’s no elevator in the building and i’m carrying heavy groceries, i could still walk up the stairs. It might be heavy and inconvenient for me, but a wheelchair user couldn’t get up even under normal conditions.
They aren’t entirely cleanly defined boxes of course! But they are useful categories for discussing differences in how transfems get treated differently, in the intersection of being both perceived as a woman and also in being trans. It’s been compared to misogynoir, a term used to describe how black femmes get treated differently in specific ways from black men or white women. But i’m sure misogynoir still hits different if you’re mixed black, different people may experience it differently.
Similarly there’s some degree of ambiguity to who is and isn’t TMA from my understanding? But the primary targets of transmisogyny are obviously people who like, transitioned towards femininity. You know? The people who are gestured towards when people make man in dress caricatures. I don’t think cis women fall into that category, except maybe if you’re intersex, but i’ll bare my ass and admit that’s not something i know much about.
In short, the terms TME and TMA are helpful because a lot of the time, people who are queer or even trans still fall for rhetoric (i am not wholly immune to this i’ll admit that) that paints trans women as either hypersexual predators or unserious hysterics, and it’s useful for people who are victims of this specific type of bigotry to have names for the people most likely to by all means be queer inclusive of everyone but trans women.
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yourdeepestfathoms · 1 year ago
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a Pathologic tier list based on how good of an adult the characters are to Clara, a child
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this is based on P1, but the tier list site i was using only had the P2 models!
i was meant to have longer, more in-depth explanations, but then i got lazy 😅 so i just have some basic reasoning!
also i haven’t replayed the Changeling route in a few months, so i’m going off of memory!
Actually A Kind, Considerate Adult To A Stressed and Traumatized Child
Lara- Lara is hands down the best adult in this entire game. She’s kind, understanding, and patient with Clara. She never insults her, and even when Clara is being a bit snooty, she still treats her gently. She also literally has a line where she points out that Clara is a child struggling with an immense burden. She calls attention to the fact that she’s just a kid, which NOBODY ELSE DOES.
“Poor thing, I’m so sorry for you. I wouldn’t want to carry your burden.”
It can kinda be read as pity, but pity is better than the cruelty and ignorance to her situation most of the others give her.
Also she has the one voice like where she’s like, “Poor child, she’s so tired” in reference to Clara.
Lara stays winning fr fr
The Tragedians and Executors- Idk if these guys can count, but they’re here anyway. They’re always so nice to Clara, calling her little pet names and explaining stuff to her in a kind way. They talk to her like how adults talk to young children, which she is. And it’s wild how these bitches beat THE ENTIRETY OF THE WHOLE CAST, minus Lara.
A Good Adult
Oyun- I actually cannot believe this guy is this high.
Surprisingly, he’s actually pretty nice to Clara. If not nice, then very respectful. He treats her like a queen.
Rubin- He’s chill with her 👍 (if i remember correctly)
Yulia- Similar to Rubin, she’s chill toward Clara, minus, I think, one little offhand comment that’s kind of rude. But compared to what some of the bitches below say to her, it may as well be a compliment.
Decent But Has Their Moments
Artemy- So, I feel like Artemy is very neutral toward Clara. There is that part in the Changeling route where he sends her a letter where he threatens to kill her, BUT that only happens if you rat out his location to Daniil, so it’s not a set event that always happens.
He speaks to her very curtly, and you can get the sense that he’s probably annoyed by her presence, but he’s not outwardly verbally abusing her unlike others.
If this were a ranking based on P2 interactions, however, he would be WAY LOWER because jfc, he is SO MEAN to Clara.
Daniil- So, he was actually lower at first, but then I saw some really good posts talking about how he cares for Clara in his own way (giving her money, keeping her in the Stillwater, worrying over her)—even if they are a little unconventional.
However, that doesn’t erase the fact that he is still pretty awful to her at times. I mean, he literally threatens to kill her twice, one of which happened when he first met her.
I love the “Daniil is a reluctant father figure to Clara” so much, but I also don’t think he would be any higher than this.
Also, like Artemy, if this were for interactions in P2, he would absolutely be lower.
Neutral
Olgimsky- I think he and Clara talk exactly two (2) times, and both interactions are short and don’t really do anything for the story (if i remember correctly). Also I don’t think they give af about each other at all.
Bad Grief- Neutral. I could have put him higher, actually. He seemed actually kind of nice.
Eva- Same with Bad Grief. Her interaction with Clara wasn’t hostile at all.
Victor- I’ll be real with y’all- I don’t remember them talking 😭
Not A Good Adult
Maria- She’s my second favorite character in the whole game (just behind Clara ofc), but even I can’t deny how cruel she is to Clara. She is SO MEAN.
Aspity- I actually had no idea where to put her. At first, she was in the “decent” section, but that didn’t seem right. Then she was in “Neutral,” but that didn’t seem right, either. Finally, I just decided to put her here. Because, looking back on their interactions, they were pretty hostile.
I don’t think Aspity liked Clara. A lot of the things she said to Clara were either vaguely threatening or directly threatening.
Anna Angel- She was so rude to Clara in the Haruspex route when Clara came running to her house, crying, on Day 6. Also I remember her making shots at Clara often.
Georgiy- Literally threatened to kill Clara the moment he met her. Enough said.
Mark- I remember this bitch ass being snappy with her. Which is good enough for me.
Vlad Jr.- This dude isn’t necessarily mean, but I do remember him being weirdly fanatical toward Clara. He spoke to her like she wasn’t a child but rather someone to be idolized.
Peter- He also wasn’t rude, but I just felt very uncomfortable every time he talked to her. He didn’t speak to her like a child but rather an adult. And yeah, a lot of people did that, but he was just so creepy to me. He acted like she was a goddess or something. It really rubbed me the wrong way.
Block- This may be a bit of an unpopular opinion, but I just can’t put this guy anywhere but here.
Yes, he was kind to her, but he also idolized her, which is just…Not Very Good. Also he fully tries to bring her to war?? If you say no when he first makes the offer, he literally ignores her and keeps going on about it which is a huge red flag.
Horrible Fucking Person
Andrey- I can’t stand this guy. Y’all don’t understand how deep my hatred for him goes. But this spot isn’t even a biased decision he is, SO CRUEL. The way he screams in Clara’s face when she went to his bar?? And yeah, he’s kinda right in some sense, she isn’t old enough to fully understand what she’s doing, but that is not her fault in any way. The blame should fall upon Katerina for making her run around indoctrinating people, not her. And he shouldn’t have yelled at a little girl, spewing insults at her, because at that point, his argument is meaningless when it directly attacks her.
He’s terrible. I hate him.
What The Fuck Is Wrong With You
Aglaya- Basically every word she spoke to Clara felt like a shotgun blast to the chest and had my jaw on the FLOOR. I was not expecting the sheer disgust and hatred she had toward this child.
As such, I have compiled a short list of some of the things she said to Clara:
1. Calls her a “dim, pathetic creature”
2. Calls her insane and deranged
3. Accuses her of having a split personality disorder and being schizophrenic
4. “Prohibits her from existing”
5. Says she has to leave the town or else she’ll have her executed
Among other stuff.
Obligatory “Awful Parents” Spot
The Saburovs- I could go on about how horrible these guys are. Not even just as people, but as parents, too.
The neglect, the exploitation, the abuse, the total disregard for Clara’s feelings when she comes back traumatized while carrying a severed head, the way she’s used to inaugurate people into a religion…
They are truly awful people, and they do not deserve Clara.
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meiliarotten · 2 years ago
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🔞MINORS DNI🔞
Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader stumbles upon Medic in the aftermath of an experiment gone wrong, and is almost immediately down to get it on with the results. Aka, there wasn’t enough Second Opinion material in the tf2 tags, so I made it myself, and I made it horny.
Tags: Praise, degradation, Second Opinion, dom/sub, voice kink, spanking, brief choking, reader is down bad (does this count as a threesome?)
Word Count: 5.3k
The Masterlist
The first thing you noticed as you entered the infirmary was how dark it was. The lights weren’t off, but they were dimmed to the point that you had to pause to let your eyes adjust. Something immediately seemed off. You were so used to the place being lit up with harsh surgical lights, and this abrupt change was eerie, to say the least.
Luckily, you spotted Medic quickly, turned away from you at the opposite wall of the room. The doors to the room closed behind you and the noise caught his attention. You were about to greet him, but the words caught in your throat.
At a glance, you wouldn’t have noticed anything in the darkness, but as you stared at Medic’s face for a few more moments you could tell something was off. In the little light that was available, the first thing you noticed was a row of something metallic running down the center his face- were those staples ?
Then your eyes finally adjusted. On one side of the staples was Medic, looking the same as usual. On the other side was, well, still him, but something was wrong. The grey tinged pallor or the clouded, pure white eye were frightening enough. There was also the expression, somehow contained to only the discolored half of the face, that indicated something more menacing, something that you didn’t recognize as the Medic you knew.
Your first instinct was, of course, to scream. Medic was upon you before you had the chance. A hand was clamped over your mouth to muffled any noises you made into barely audible gibberish.
“Quiet!”
The order was short and curt. It sounded like Medic, but at the same time so very unlike him. The usual joviality that his voice carried, even in the most dire of situations, was gone. What replaced it was a deep, humorless, and threatening tone that made your blood run cold upon hearing it.
You watched as Medic shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. When he looked at you, he seemed to have regained his senses, a nervous smile replacing the grimace that he had worn when he had seized you.
“I’m sorry dear, I just couldn’t have the others finding out. It would just cause more trouble. In fact…” Medic slowly removed his hand from your mouth. It took everything in you not to scream again. He then made his way over to the infirmary doors, and locked them. You tried not to let the panic show on your face when he turned back to you.
“There, now no one else will stumble upon this little scientific mishap,” he concluded, clapping his hands together and wringing them nervously. You didn’t like that. If the doctor was nervous, then you definitely had a reason to be nervous as well.
“Medic?” You said hesitantly.
“Yes liebling?” Medic responded, sounding as cheerful as ever despite his anxious body language.
“I don’t understand. What is this?” You asked, struggling to find the words that sounded the least rude while simultaneously trying to calm your racing heartbeat. “What did you do?”
“Oh, right. This,” he said, motioning vaguely to himself. He sounded so casual, as if you had just asked how the weather was. “Well, love-”
“I don’t imagine you would understand.”
You were taken aback at the return of that chilling voice, and especially by the hostility that it conveyed. Medic, oddly enough, looked taken aback as well, seeming to regain his senses after a few seconds.
“Sshh! Hush!” He muttered to himself, before looking back at you apologetically. “Ach, sorry dear. Although, he is right. It is rather difficult to explain- say, you’ve heard of Jekyll and Hyde, right?”
“Yes,” you said, baffled at where this conversation could possibly be leading.
“Of course, everyone has,” Medic said, rolling his eyes at the redundancy of his previous question. “Well, to give a brief explanation-”
And that was where you stopped understanding a single word that Medic said. You were bombarded with scientific jargon mixed with supernatural phenomena, neither of which you had ever heard of until now. Honestly, you probably could have gone your whole life without hearing of it. It felt like ages by the time he was done, and you were just left staring at him, thoroughly dumbfounded.
“Understand now?” He asked, apparently not noticing your blank stare as he finally finished his ‘brief explanation.’
“Um, sure.”
It wasn’t entirely a lie. You understood the basic concept; Medic, through some wayward experiment, had created a new personality, possibly an entirely new being, apart from himself, yet also a part of himself. How you were meant to take this new development, you had no idea.
“Perfect! Now, to figure out how to reverse this…” he said, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the nearby surgical table.
“You have a way to reverse it?” You asked.
“He has no such thing. And he will never find any such thing.”
God, that voice. Now armed with a general understanding of the situation, it didn’t scare you as much. It startled you, yes, but you weren’t outright frightened. It did something else to you too. Something you considered suppressing. It felt wrong, to look at this crime against nature and think; ‘wow, that’s actually kinda hot.’
Medic, meanwhile, was oblivious to your reaction, once again apologizing for his other half.
“Gottverdammt. Sorry, I’m still getting used to controlling that ,” he motioned towards the paler half of his face. “And to answer your question, no. I don’t have a way to reverse this. Not yet anyway! But I will get to work on it soon enough!”
Medic’s eyes lit up, and he looked at you, grinning. You noticed how it didn’t quite stretch from ear to ear, as if the other half wouldn’t allow it.
“In fact, perhaps you could help! If you could just-“
You perked up, awaiting his directions when the other half overtook Medic once again. You jumped as the voice returned.
“We don’t need this schlampe here distracting us. We have work to do. Real work-“
“Gott, won’t you be quiet? And there’s no need to throw around insults like that!” And just as soon as it appeared, it was silenced. Medic continued to berate his other half, but you barely heard it.
Schlampe. You weren’t sure what it meant, but you assumed from his tone, and Medic’s reaction that it was far from positive. Probably something demeaning and degrading- so why did you feel so enticed by it?
“Hello? Dear?” You snapped back to attention at the sound of Medic’s voice and a hand waving in front of your face.
“Sorry, what was that?” You asked.
“I asked if you were alright. You really shouldn’t let his words get to you,” he said, offering a reassuring smile. “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to turn out so uncivil. All animalistic instinct and no class whatsoever.”
Well, that did nothing to quell your interest. You looked at Medic, taking in his new appearance for a second time. You didn’t doubt that Medic would find a way to rid himself of this alternate personality if he really wanted to. It occurred to you that you had a once in a lifetime opportunity on your hands.
“Oh, I’m perfectly fine. In fact,” you took a deep breath. It was now or never. “He can say whatever he wants about me.”
You closed the distance between you and Medic, your tone dropping into something more suggestive. You fixed him with a look, glancing up at him through your lashes. He didn’t seem to catch your meaning.
“Oh nein, my dear! I won’t simply stand here and let him disgrace you,” his clear eye darted towards the other half of his face with a glare. “You don’t deserve that.”
You barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes as you realized Medic wasn’t receiving any of the signals you were throwing his way.
“Maybe I do deserve it,” you whispered, running your fingers tentatively along the edge of Medic’s shirt collar.
“What? Liebling-“
You cut him off with a kiss, officially done with dropping hints. He made a startled noise before instinctively kissing back, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. When the two of you finally pulled apart, Medic was left panting and confused.
“I don’t understand-“ he began, only to be cut off once again, “Dummkopf, she wants us to fuck her. Isn't that right, schatz?”
The pet name was spoken with such venom, spat out as if it was an insult. That, paired with the vulgarity that you rarely heard from the doctor, sent a shiver down your spine. Still, you managed to look bold and self assured as you responded.
“Yes, that’s right,” you said, confidently.
His hand took you roughly by the face, tilting your chin up to look him in the eyes.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes sir,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. You took another deep breath, lowering your gaze in a gesture of submission. Medic’s grip on you loosened and once again a bemused expression came over him.
“You’re absolutely sure you want this ?” he asked, gesturing to himself.
“Yes,” you dropped the submissive tone, speaking matter of factly. “I promise, I’m sure. And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”
“I can handle him. If you want this to end, I can end it. Just call for me,” Medic said, his hand coming to rest on your cheek.
“I know,” you said, smiling and leaning into his touch.
“Well then,” Medic began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “Enough stalling.”
He backed away for a moment, looking you up and down and walking around you in a tight circle. You followed him with your eyes. Despite the grin, he almost looked dismissive, as if he is considering whether or not you warranted his attention.
Finally he stopped in front of you, reached out and again tilted your chin upward to look at him. He was firm, but surprisingly gentle, for now.
“I think if you truly want this, mädchen, you should work for it. Don’t you agree?”
You nodded, not speaking unless you were given permission to do so. Despite the lack of any verbal response, he still seemed to sense your eagerness as his grin grew wider.
“Then let’s not waste any time,” he said, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you down to your knees somewhat roughly. You froze momentarily, startled by the sudden force. However, you were quickly brought back to reality by a hand on your scalp, one that wasted no time taking a fist full of your hair in a tight grip.
“I trust that you're smart enough to know what you’re supposed to do now?” He asked condescendingly. He tugged your hair slightly, making you whimper.
“Of course, sir,” you whispered as you took action, unzipping his pants. He was already half hard. You stroked him to full mast, getting a good look at what you would be dealing with.
Like the rest of his body, it was split down the center. You cringed at the thought of how painful that must have been. That was followed almost immediately by amusement at the fact that during this whole morbid experiment, Medic had apparently taken the time to include this specific detail. Perhaps he had predicted the possibility that you might take a little too much interest in his altered body.
You took solace in the fact that the staples here were smaller. They were also much smoother and more rounded than the ones that ran up the rest of his body. They almost looked like piercings, and you imagined they would make for some pleasant sensations later on. Again, you wondered if Medic had planned for this.
A growl and another rough tug at your hair let you know that you were spending a little too much time admiring. It was about time you got to work. Tentatively, you opened your mouth and took in as much as you could, using your hand to grasp any remaining length.
You tasted metal as you ran your tongue over the staples. You wondered if they were especially sensitive. Apparently, they were, as you managed to draw the most sultry sounds from Medic when you paid them special attention. You glanced up, seeing him panting as he held your hair. He grinned down at you before pulling your head back.
“Stop.”
Immediately, you obeyed, albeit with a disappointed whine. You had rather enjoyed seeing Medic nearly coming undone for you. He laughed softly at your reaction.
“We don’t want to come yet, liebling. And you are so very talented with that mouth of yours,” Medic said, his normal tone returning for a moment. He finally loosened his grip on your hair, and tucked himself back into his pants begrudgingly, his erection still straining. You gasped as he suddenly took hold of your shoulders. “Just like a proper little whore.”
He was upon you quicker than you thought was possible. You were pushed to the floor, powerful arms pinning you to the blood freckled tile. A shiver ran up your spine, making your whole body shudder in anticipation.
“Look at you, trembling. Are you scared, hm? Are you afraid?” He teased, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You felt his lips brush against you.
“Don’t be scared, liebling,” Medic said, running a hand under your shirt to massage your chest. ”We’re going to make you feel so good.”
His other hand found its way to the waistband of your pants, pulling them down roughly followed quickly by your underwear. Your face flushed as you heard him chuckle at how obviously soaked you were.
“Already so wet, just from servicing me with your mouth?” He said, still laughing softly as he ran a finger against your entrance, making you gasp. His other hand stopped kneading your breast, moving lower to rest on your hip.
You moaned as you felt him slide a single finger into you, followed soon by a second. He made a point to just barely stroke your g-spot, making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips forward, only for him to hold your hips still with his unoccupied hand.
He made a point to neglect your clit as well, deliberately trying to keep any gratification just slightly out of reach. He seemed to revel in your desperate whines, but you were quickly running out of patience. You felt him loosen his grip on your hips slightly, and in an act of desperation, you tried to buck against him again, trying to make him go deeper.
In return, you were met with a hand wrapped around your throat with surprising speed. The pressure wasn’t enough to restrict air flow. Hell, it was barely enough to restrict blood flow, but you still felt a thrill run through you as his fingers squeezed into the sides of your neck.
“Squirming alone won’t get you what you want. Use your words, liebling.”
His voice sent a chill down your spine, but you still managed to respond, albeit stammering, “I want more.”
“Go on,” he said, encouraging you to be more specific.
“I want you to go deeper and harder, please! Please sir!” You pleaded, aching for release. His hand fell away from your throat.
“That’s it, beg for me,” he sounded pleased, finally rubbing his thumb over your clit as he curled his fingers perfectly within you.
“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” you begged, afraid that if you stopped he would stop as well.
“Such a good girl, moaning and pleading just for me,” he growled, his lips brushing your ear again, this time coupled with the grazing of teeth, bared in a feral grin.
You felt yourself approaching orgasm faster than expected. Your legs trembled as you tried to hold back, wanting this to go on for longer.
“So close after so little time?” He asked, stroking his free hand over one of your quivering thighs. You nodded, unable to answer verbally as anything you tried to say would just come out as another shaky moan.
“You really were aching for this, weren’t you mädchen?” He mused, and once again you only nodded and whimpered in response.
“Poor, pathetic little thing. Go on, come for me. Let it go,” he said, roughly running his thumb over your clit a few more times. That was enough to push you over the edge.
You came hard, riding out your orgasm on his fingers, which continued to curl delightfully inside you. You made for quite the view, shaking and moaning on the tile floor as you got the release you craved.
“So beautiful.” Medic murmured as he watched the scene before him, eyes alight with lust. “You’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me, my good girl.”
“I want to see even more.”
The vaguely menacing tone in which that last sentence was spoken barely registered in your mind before you felt Medic begin to stroke you again. He had only given you moments to recover from your previous orgasm. Still being very sensitive, it didn’t take you long to reach a second climax.
Still, he didn’t stop.
“Let’s see just how much you can take, dear,” he growled, sending a jolt of tantalizing fear through you.
You let him repeatedly bring you over the edge. Sometimes it was surprisingly quick, other times he had to work for several minutes. Each one was followed by a similar mantra of, “Surely you could go for one more?”
You were exhausted, clinging onto his words as if they were the only thing keeping you grounded.
“Such a lovely view, seeing you beneath me with your eyes rolled back like that,” he said, leaning down until you felt his breath against your neck. Then you felt his teeth, starting as a simple graze against your collar before turning to a genuine bite. You yelped at the unexpected sensation. The pain, combined with the overpowering pleasure sent your head spinning.
“Oh, you’re tearing up now. Does it feel that good?” He asked as he continued to rub your clit. “That’s right, just let the pleasure overwhelm you…”
It certainly did overwhelm you. He was right, tears were pricking at the back of your eyes as you felt another orgasm overtake you. The constant stimulation, his filthy words, the strange mix of discomfort and pleasure, it was all becoming too much.
“Medic!”
You practically sobbed as you called his name, desperate for a break from the tortuous pleasure. Almost immediately you were wrapped up in his arms. He held you as you whined and rode out the aftershocks of a final release. Was it the sixth? The seventh? You had lost count.
“Hush mein liebling, I’ve got you,” Medic whispered, stroking your back and holding you close to his body until you finally stopped trembling.
“I’m sorry,” you stammered when you finally caught your breath. “It was just so much. I needed a moment.”
“Don’t apologize. Everything is alright,” he reassured you, pulling back slightly to look at your face, still slightly flushed. Thankfully, you were already starting to calm down, as you managed to offer a small smile in response.
“Do you need anything?” Medic asked. You shook your head.
“No, I’m alright now,” you said, already sounding more collected than you had been a few moments ago. “I think I’m ready to go on.”
“Go on?” Medic sounded incredulous, as if he couldn’t believe you still had more desire left in you.
“Yeah, I just needed a moment to collect myself,” you said. “I still want to see this go a bit further, if it’s okay with you, of course.”
You looked up at Medic, waiting for his answer. He looked down at you in disbelief, but he seemed willing to continue.
“As long as you’re sure,” he said tentatively, allowing a soft smile to return to his face.
“I’m sure,” you said before letting yourself fall back into that obedient, docile mindset of someone all too willing to be ordered around. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”
“Very well…” you heard the gentleness in his tone begin to ebb away, and you smiled in anticipation.
Again, a devilish grin spread across his face. You couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to pull upward more at the pale greyish hued half of Medic’s face. You wondered if you would eventually be able to tell which one was in control just by studying the face. But there were more important things to concentrate on right now.
“Be a good girl for me, and get onto the table, mädchen,” He said, nodding his head towards the metal operating table in the center of the room.
You obeyed without hesitation, hoisting yourself up into the cold surface. Realizing you were still wearing your top, you decided to remove it, discarding it along with your other clothing.
“Good. Now kneel there, on all fours, like a good little hündchen,” he growled, approaching the table slowly and watching you with a look that reminded you of a ravenous wolf.
Still, you complied. Thankfully the surgical table was large, and you were able to keep your balance easily, even in this pose. You watched as Medic made his way behind you. You tried to turn your head to see him, only to be met with a hand gripping your hair, forcing you to look ahead.
“Eyes forward. No looking yet,” he said, his voice commanding obedience. “Don’t make me blindfold you.”
The grip on your hair softened, actually turning into a soft petting motion, indicating that the gentler side had taken over for a moment. You hummed contently as he brushed his hands down your back.
“You’re irresistible like this, presenting so nicely for me,” Medic said. You could practically hear the smile in his voice. You gasped softly when you felt a finger brush along your still sensitive entrance. You shuffled back on the table until you were right on the edge of the metal, allowing him unhindered access to your body.
“And still so wet from earlier,” Medic admired, leaning over to speak right in your ear. “Schöne schlampe. You’re so eager for me to take you.”
“Yes, yes please!” You begged, making the mistake of glancing behind you. The grip on your hair quickly returned, forcing you to turn away again.
“Where did I tell you to keep your eyes, kleiner hund?”
“I’m sorry sir,” you said, shuddering as his voice deepened slightly.
“That wasn’t an answer, schatz,” he warned, tugging your hair a bit harder, just enough to make you whine.
“You told me to keep my eyes forward,” you stammered.
“That’s right.”
You yelped at the swift smack on your ass. You were more startled by the harsh sound than by the pain. Honestly, part of you expected this, and maybe even looked forward to this. You moaned as you felt his hands knead the supple flesh that he had struck.
“Gott liebling, you sound so beautiful,” Medic said, sounding in awe. It boosted your ego just a bit, and in a moment of boldness, you moved your ass up against Medic’s groin, tempting him to either spank you again, or do something a bit more invasive .
“Please,” you whispered, your voice low. You wished you could turn around and flash him a sultry glance to tempt him even further.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You felt a pair of hands clutch your waist, the nails digging in and making you whimper.
“Sir!” You gasped, realizing your mistake. “Please, sir!”
“Good fraulein”
Another strike on your ass made you cry out. You delighted in the conflicting sensations, relishing the pain and the rush of adrenaline that came with it.
“Do you want more?” His voice sent shivers up your spine yet again. You were practically trembling. “You want it harder, ja? You’re enjoying your punishment, enjoying everything we do to you, like a good little schlampe.”
He laughed, his grip once again moving to your waist. You were pulled even closer to him, just barely keeping your balance on the edge of the table. You could feel the rumble of his laughter, and, more importantly, his erection against your backside. With a sly grin, you grinded against him, eliciting a deep growl.
“Tempting us, are you?” He asked, sounding slightly breathy. You could tell he was struggling to restrain himself from fucking you into the table then and there. It wouldn’t be long now.
“You want this, mädchen?” He unzipped his fly, and took hold of his cock, pressing it against your slit but not entering yet. You felt him lean over, breath hot against your ear, words coming out in animalistic growls.
“Then show me how much you want it. Beg.”
“Please! I want you to fuck me,” you cried.
“Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so fucking badly. I want it so much! God, please!”
Your cries were cut off by a dark chuckle. You heard it as much as felt it, the soft rumble in his chest, as he was still leaning over you.
“Well, how could I deny such a desperate little schlampe?”
You felt him line up and enter you quickly from behind, a position that made it easy for him to thrust deep and hard into you with little hindrance.
Pressing your face into the cold metal of the table, you moaned as he pounded you mercilessly. You held onto the edges of the table in a white knuckled grip, trying to keep yourself steady.
Medic’s moans were animalistic, making you feel like prey at his mercy. You loved every minute of it. You even managed to sneak a few glimpses of him behind you, his eyes narrow with concentration.
You stayed in that position for a few minutes longer until Medic pulled out without warning. Before you could even get a word of complaint out, you were flipped onto your back and quickly thrusted into once again. You cried out in surprise and pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes at the suddenness of it all.
“I’m sorry mein liebe. I just had to see that pretty face of yours,” Medic moaned, pressing a kiss to your neck and eventually moving up to your lips. You kissed back fervently, enjoying the moment of calm.
It didn’t last long. Medic’s gentler thrusts grew more frantic and familiarly rough, as did the kisses. He trailed his way back down your jawline and returned to your neck. It started with hesitant nips at your sensitive flesh, but it wasn’t long until you were being bit. Teeth marks and bruises began to decorate your neck and collar.
“Do you like that, hündchen?” he growled into the crook of your neck, continuing to mark you up in between his words. He bit down especially hard, as if to claim you. “Mein kleines haustier. You’re all mine.”
“Fuck, yes!” You moaned as his thrusts found that especially sensitive spot inside you, slamming into it repeatedly. If he kept moving like that, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.
You made no secret of how good he was making you feel, moaning with abandon. It only encouraged him to keep up the pace for as long as he could. You felt him growl against your neck with the effort, his thrusts growing uneven as he approached climax as well.
“Gott liebling, I’m so close,” Medic groaned, gripping the edges of the surgical table as he tried to hold off for just a little longer. “Come for us, mädchen.”
You trembled at the demanding growl that he spoke in. Coupled with the well placed thrusts, it proved to be enough to push you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around Medic’s hips, trembling as you came.
“That's it, let it go, just for us- oh Gott!”
It felt so rewarding to hear that self assured, dominant voice come undone. You listened closely to how it rapidly switched between Medic’s usual moans and those savage, almost inhuman growls. You found both sounds incredibly erotic on there own, and hearing them rapidly vacillate like this was indescribable.
You yelped as his arms suddenly wrapped around you, lifting you upright and holding you against him as you both rode out your orgasms. You relaxed into the gentle rise and fall of his chest, just beginning to come down from your collective high. You were left panting against each other, sweating, and desperately trying to catch your breath.
“Mein schönes mädchen,” he whispered, breathless and thoroughly spent. His eyes were half lidded and he wore a satisfied grin, which you returned in kind.
“That was really good,” you said when you finally caught your breath enough to speak.
“You never cease to surprise me, liebling,” Medic said, a slight laugh in his voice. You smiled at that. Honestly, you surprised yourself with how bold you had been in initiating this in the first place.
You absentmindedly tracing the seam that ran up Medic’s chest. At some point, several top buttons of Medic’s shirt had come undone, exposing the row of staples. Perhaps you could take advantage of their sensitivity more next time.
Oh, wait. Your face dropped momentarily as you forced yourself to come back to reality.
“Um, are you still planning on getting rid of…” you trailed off, motioning generally towards the paler half of his body, as if you could avoid its attention simply by refusing to acknowledge it verbally. Of course, this did not work, and your question was responded to with a harsh laugh.
“I can’t simply be ‘gotten rid of,’ mädchen,” he said, leaning in closer. “Besides, I don’t think you want that, do you? Perhaps you want a second round? Insatiable little-”
He was cut off swiftly with a growl of annoyance from Medic. You tried to hide your disappointment, but then again, you highly doubted you had the strength to go another round anyway.
“Now, that’s enough of that,” Medic muttered, composing himself. “I think we’ve had quite enough for today.”
He looked at the bite marks and small bruises patterning your neck and collarbone, running a hand over them tentatively. You glanced down at the few you could see, wondering how you were going to hide them. Turtle neck sweaters didn’t exactly mingle well with the heat of New Mexico.
But you weren’t going to worry about that now. You looked up expectantly at Medic. You were still waiting for an answer to your question, and he looked deep in thought.
“I’m sorry liebling, but I’m afraid he would simply be a hindrance to my work. Even now I can feel him trying to claw his way to the forefront,” he said, looking at you apologetically.
You sighed. You had gone into this knowing it would probably be a once in a lifetime experience, but you still felt a small pang of disappointment. Then you heard Medic hum to himself. Glancing up at him, you saw that he looked deep in thought, and you knew that meant he wasn’t yet ready to drop the subject himself.
“Then again, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want a repeat performance of this. So maybe- just maybe- we won’t have to be completely rid of him,” he said.
“You could do that?” You asked, trying to figure out the logistics of what Medic was suggesting, not willing to ask him exactly how it could be done. The last thing you wanted was to sit through another scientific lecture.
“Oh ja, if I could just find a way to put him away temporarily, and revive him for occasions like this, it could work,” he mused, half to you, and half to himself. “It would be difficult, but I’m always up for a challenge! And besides-”
He leaned in to whisper in your ear. Whether it was the second personality taking over again, or simply Medic being especially filthy, you weren’t sure. Still, you clung hopefully to every word.
“If it means I get to see you squirm and beg for me like that again, it’s a challenge I’ll gladly accept.”
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according2thelore · 11 months ago
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HOLY shit you should write a time travel fic!!!! I want to see them all locked in the bunker together….. ES Sam and LS Dean watching their alt selves sew themselves together with horror and jealousy. ES Sam seeing LS Sam and thinking it’s the worst saddest thing he’s ever seen in his life.
I also think LS Sam and Dean fight more violently when they do fight? At least if we’re comparing season 1 and, like, 10, but even like s14. ES them watching that with a mixture of fury but also like. It’s unfortunately hot.
hello!!!!
i have actually been gently nurturing a ES!Dean and LS!Sam fic for months like coaxing a deer out of the woods. It's slow work and every time I open the doc it flees but ARGH!!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THEM!!!!!!!!!!! hopefully i will be able to finish it soon
but all of them TOGETHER??? omg...your brain...is so big...let's discuss
ES!Sam would be ripping himself apart in jealousy, and would not even really know why. both deans flock to sam like he's the axis of the world, like he's the only person to ever exist, like he's some kind of god that drips sun from his fingers.
he's never seen his dean this vulnerable and weird and desperate for approval (not even recognizing that dean has also been desperately seeking his approval but whatever), and he HATES LS!Sam for it. he's openly hostile, and keeps making rude comments at him that make ES!Dean so angry lol.
bc LS!Sam also gave up on their dream! he doesn't even pretend to want to get out of hunting. he lives in a secret bunker and sleeps with guns under his pillow and talks of their father with warm hesitation like 'yeah he was messed up but he was good' and sam can't stand him. and he looks at his brother (both of them now, young and old like some weird mirror) like he's never seen anything more worthy. it makes sam sick, because he sees this as a defeat. LS!Sam is a coward, who gave up. not for wanting dean, but for betraying everything he's stood for for twenty-odd years.
(he doesn't know, of course, that sam has the life he wants)
LS!Dean, however, would know exactly why he's so fucking furious. and because ES!Dean is still dean, he'd be so mean to his younger self lol. he'd purposefully stop talking when his younger self walks in, keeps trying to separate he and LS!Sam, keeps trying to leave him behind on stuff so he can have 100% of sam's attention and love and concern again.
which i think LS!Sam would not tolerate lmao. he sees the kicked-puppy-earnest look in young dean and it's like sticking a steak in front of a starving man--he cannot resist!!!
LS!Dean makes ES!Dean more appealing to LS!Sam by being mean to him and ES!Sam makes ES!Dean more defensive of and devoted to LS!Sam by being mean to him lol
it's a lot of deans and sams to keep up with but they would be so tangled and messy
ES!Sam and LS!Dean keep catching each others' eyes when LS!Sam and ES!Dean are being sappy or open w each other, lips curled in jealousy. and at first it's some kind of twisted camaraderie, but at the end, LS!Dean walks up to ES!Sam because, god, he'd dreamed about this kid for years.
he's missed how angry sam used to be, how much faith he had in himself and his convictions, how passion lights him up all the time and not just when they're alone.
and maybe he claps a hand on sammy's shoulder and god, when did dean's hands get so big? when did he develop smile lines and crow's feet and scruff at his jawline? and why does it make sam feel like this?
the first time that LS!Sam&Dean fight, ES!Sam&Dean are absolutely gobsmacked. bc every fight with them is An End Of The World Fight. it's messy and personal and hurtful, only low blows, and barely-not-teary and you're-my-brother-i'll-let-the-world-burn and when did they start saying that shit out loud?? and dean watches the way LS!Sam towers over him, how his fists clench and his eyes flash and his lip curls and...uh-oh. and sam can't look away from how strong LS!dean is, how he carries himself like a blade and not a person and jesus christ.
LS!Sam&Dean would see the way that ES!Sam&Dean dance around each other, but how painfully earnest they are all the time, how cocky they are, and how narrow their idea of "things that can go wrong" is and it's heart-breaking but also...bolstering? reassuring? hopeful?
not to woobify dean, but i genuinely think that he Would Need LS!Sam's Approval Like He Needs To Breathe. i think LS!Sam would genuinely be charmed by this like one is charmed by a dog tripping over its own feet. and ES!Sam and LS!Dean are sick with jealousy abt how openly they let themselves need each other.
anyway. this is probably nothing. it's word vomit. but you get it!!!!!! anon <3 lovely anon <3 mwah
-lizzy
(ES = early seasons, LS = later seasons, for those who missed the last post here)
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The little guardian
The mist hashira comes back looking for him; he still has this uninterested look on his face, but Kotetsu is ready this time, even behind his mask, he narrows his eyes, he hopes the Pillar can feel the hostility coming from him.
But it seems like he doesn't or that he doesn't care.
"The Yoriichi doll doesn't work anymore," the little boy says with a smirk on his face. It's true, he's scared about not being able to repair it, but he's also glad that Tokito won't be able to use it anymore.
That hashira is so incredibly rude and disrespectful and Kotetsu doesn't like him at all.
"I didn't come here for the doll," the mist hashira says and finally it's like light and life glimmer inside his eyes. He's interested in something, focused, although Kotetsu has no idea what that is yet. "I want to see Tanjirou."
"No." Kotetsu puffs his cheeks out, even though it's impossible for the Pillar to notice because of the mask. The boy has decided that Tanjirou is his older brother now, he's his family so he must protect him from infuriating people.
"I want to apologize," Tokito insists, looking slightly desperate this time.
Kotetsu likes what he sees.
"He doesn't like you."
The mist hashira grimaces at that, but doesn't make any attempts to leave the little kid alone.
"It's my fault, I know... For treating him the way I did," he admits, surprising Kotetsu for a moment. "But I promise I'll make it up to him. Just tell me where he is."
Never.
"Apologize to me first," Kotetsu says, puffing his chest out, growing confident, even though the Pillar made him feel bad days ago.
Almost in shock, Kotetsu watches as the hashira nods.
"I'm sorry for the things I told you. That was wrong." Tokito says then.
He really is desperate to see Tanjirou, huh? But why? Kotetsu is a little bit confused now.
"Where's Tanjirou?"
"No."
"Come on! I'm not going to hurt him!" The mist hashira swears, looking even more desperate now. Then, Kotetsu finally notices that he's carrying a bouquet of flowers in one of his hands.
"Are those for Tanjirou?"
Tokito blushes, but nods. And Kotetsu might be ten years old, but he knows what's going on. He's seen that in the village before... Older boys and girls flirting with each other.
"He's not going to like them."
"Why not? They told me they were really beautiful," Tokito says, looking down at his red flowers, now a little bit insecure.
"Because he doesn't like you."
"I'll try to change his mind."
"You won't be able to," Kotetsu assures him, getting a little bit irritated. Well, he already hates the guy.
"So you won't tell me where he is?"
The little boy can tell that Tokito is more than ready to start looking for Tanjirou on his own and the boy can't have that.
"He left the village."
"When?"
"I don't know."
"Did he go back to the butterfly estate?"
"I don't know."
By this point, Tokito looks a little bit irritated as well, but he tries not to show it and he's really good at it because the next time Kotetsu blinks, there's the same neutral expression back on his face.
"Alright, thank you anyway," he finally says before leaving and Kotetsu realizes that the Pillar didn't believe him at all.
***
Fortunately, he sees Tanjirou first and if he keeps him busy, maybe that ridiculous hashira won't be able to find him.
"What if the small boy with horrible long hair came back and apologized to you after what he said?" Kotetsu asks Tanjirou, as they have lunch together.
"You know he's a hashira, Kotetsu," Tanjirou smiles gently. "You should refer to him as that."
"I don't care."
Tanjirou rolls his eyes, but he doesn't scold him, Kotetsu knows the older boy has a soft spot for him; Tanjirou told him he reminded him of one of his siblings.
"So what would you do?"
"If he was being sincere, then I'd forgive him for sure," Tanjirou tells the boy. "Everyone deserves a second chance."
No. That won't do. Then the Pillar will try to flirt with Tanjirou and then marry him! That'd be a nightmare for Kotetsu.
"I don't like him."
"I know. And it's okay, he was very rude to you and hasn't apologized yet. So you have the right not to like him."
At that Kotetsu feels a little bit guilty, but not enough to tell Tanjirou to forgive him.
"Don't be his boyfriend. Okay?"
Tanjirou chokes on his tea and his face turns completely red in seconds.
"Why would you say something like that? He's not even interested in me!" Tanjirou chuckles nervously. "We're not even friends!"
"Just promise me you won't be his boyfriend because I don't like him."
Kotetsu can tell that Tanjirou finds his idea ridiculous, so he doesn't take him seriously.
"Okay," Tanjirou chuckles again, but this time he's genuinely amused. "I won't be Tokito-san's boyfriend."
"Promise me!"
"I promise."
Ha! Kotetsu just won! The rude hashira won't ever marry his big brother Tanjirou!
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