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[yupaendo]

Clark's natural instincts

As someone who is a totally different race, from a totally different planet, there is NO WAY Clark isn't naturally weird afff so...

He either was SUPER scared of darkness without reason as a child (bcuz Krypton had multiple suns) OR he had no fear of it, since it didn't register as anything in his mental biology.

Didn't had pets till he was an adult bcuz he could not stand them for the sake of god. He rejected them totally, like two animals seeing e/o for the first time. Still, his parents took care of that, since they kind of tought he was just scared of animals in general. The cows and horses and etc in the barn helped a lot, but he didn't had a dog or a cat IN the house till he had Jon.

In the back of his mind, he never ever EVER feels like he is part of any group in the whole planet. Still, there are little things: there is him and his parents, him and the misfit jla, him and his OWN family, and him and the other kryptonians, who make him insanely happy.

In a world when he didn't reject Kon, he was absolutly enamored to have someone with his same instincts. Except, maybe, they were like two dogs who didn't like e/o very much. Still, Kon was his own race. He obv loves Jon A LOT too.

Likes to spend time with MM and Kori from time to time. It is kinda lonley.

When he bleeds it looks kind of goldish under certain light. Bruce takes care of the media not noticing this bcuz Clark doesn't want them to assosiate him to the green mytology.

He doesn't actually care about displaying some... behaviours as superman. He is, after all, an outwordly being. He can be as human as he wants as Clark, but superman is call Kryptonite. He makes strange noises like a cat (or a Tiger), stares into the distance when looking at something, talks in his native tongue, etc. People are freaked out at the start, and some still are, years later, but superman has said múltiple times he isn't from earth and he also has proved he is there to protect them.

Can literally feel in his bones when someone is his blood. I read a ff about hum meeting Kon and its like an instant "Oh wow so you are mine huh" bcuz thats his blood!! His own very blood and bones!

Anyways, more later :P also! Follow me on ig haha

[nicomrade]

I already wrote a lot about souichi but theres a thing I purposefully kept myself from bringing up cuz it wouldve just derailed my point and I wanna talk about it naow if you will let me… this is much much shorter n pretty straightforward I prommy

so we are told in the manga that souichis memory issues come from the deep sense of responsibility and pressure he feels. i agree with this, but i would add another reading on top of itt: that he also suffered from a traumatic event in childhood that triggered the memory loss to start with. in short, he forgot a traumatic event once (a very common trauma response) and then re-used this same coping mechanism to systematically erase every other uncomfortable memories over and over. this is where he learned it from.

This is headcanon- I have no case to say souichi suffering from CPTSD is subtext or anything, but the text does not contradict it either! more importantly, i think this idea is in parts supported by the text, and it also, in my opinion, makes souichis character more meaningful by grounding some of his pain in something a lot more common than “being the heir to an underworld, all-powerful gambling organization” (and the recovery he makes from that pain can then also be hopeful to CPTSD survivors a lot more directly). what follows is a couple things i want to revisit with this theory in mind

precedent

this theory does not come out of nowhere, souichi was not an entirely sheltered kid- he went to school, he hung with other kids. kakerous protection was not all encompassing, it is not impossible for something like that to slip through the net. There are also other usogui characters who were canonically traumatized by their childhood. souichi has a lot of parallels with yukiide kaoru specifically (as mentioned- i went into detail on this here). There's also Marco who was abused by Kokonoe Tarou and splintered his identity to protect himself, as well as Kaji whose character arc is about dealing with the ramifications of his parents neglecting and abusing him. usogui as a manga is very aware that childhood trauma exists and has a deep impact on how your brain works well into adulthood. I will also mention Suteguma as a victim of CSA (and with the later introduction of Robert K his story is given an optimistic spin) this is not a grimdark theory of an otherwise trauma-less work, childhood trauma is deeply intertwined into usoguis story. I don’t feel like it is a reach to see an implication for souichi there, too.

the memory hole

we know that Souichi (during most of the story) has so thoroughly accepted to live with the holes in his memory that he:

a. keeps written reminders for things he might forget (see Gakuhitos phone contact that also tells souichi what nickname to call him)

b. has fail-saves ingrained on an instinctual level to keep people from noticing his amnesia in the form of dodging questions, asking leading questions, implying he knows more than he really does, etc (see the scene with Gakuhito for this too- making Gakuhito call him on his phone so he can learn his name or immediately re-using Nanpou’s name he’s just learned to dissipate Touya’s suspicions in chapter 270)

c. jokes about his amnesia openly! (“forgive me since I’m extremely forgetful”) and also rationalizes it as some sort of “good” (the rest of the golf convo- “forgetting is blissful”, “the past is nothing but a cheap book, throw it away after reading it”- all chapter 100)

Souichi would not question a memory gap in his childhood even taking his photographic memory into account. he would just accept it and move on and never try to know because it would just be ONE hole in so many. Why would he care where the amnesia might've started? Why would he think twice about it?

3. memory and trauma

souichis big memory lapse in the story, the one that starts the lost bee arc, is triggered a few minutes before the ranking battle that takes his father’s life but in the pacing of the story we only learn of souichi’s amnesia after the battle’s finished. The two events happen almost concurrently. narratively, we are first presented tatsukis death and then we get into souichis episode. this is NOT to say that in-story souichi "felt" his dad was about to die and it triggered the episode, but the pacing does tie the two events together symbolically. his dad dies, and souichi reverts to a time before he was 21st leader, back when his dad was 10 years younger, before even eba's passing. because this- his fathers gruesome death in a ranking battle that souichi himself had reverted back to its old, murderous way- is too much to cope with. the memory loss IS (symbolically) linked to trauma. This idea is clearer in souichis 2nd meeting with Fukurou.

“His mind does not remember but his body is resisting the match” – souichi’s amnesia is here directly reflects a trauma response. This is an emotional flashback triggered by Fukurou and Poker linked together, his body is brought back to ‘98 despite his mind not actually remembering these events. This is trauma. The way Souichi’s amnesia is used in the story is already very similar to that caused by childhood trauma

4. the tragedy

Generally, this tragedy at the core of Souichi’s character- that there are huge swaths of his life that has totally escaped him despite their impact on him- speaks very strongly to a CPTSD perspective. Childhood trauma is very often forgotten and buried and only surfaces in odd responses to things without ever knowing the cause, along with the sense that you are missing more of your childhood than other people- while questioning if it really is so abnormal. His conversation with Fukurou at the start of Air Poker (in chapter 449) is especially hard for me to see as anything else.

Notice the intensity in the “In...deed…” panel, with the darkness closing in, his hidden eyes. Souichi is closing onto himself here, after having been confronted with how abnormal it is for him to not remember this and he has to pay along like he didn’t forget it. with CPTSD in mind: isn’t this familiar? Something from his childhood that he’s forgotten? Someone he’s supposed to have been close to that he doesn’t even remember knowing? “You’ve been by his side for so long, you should know him well.” Well, he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t know anyone well at all. Because he forgot half of his own childhood entirely. Because he was changed forever. Because he became socially withdrawn- because he was taught not to get too close to anyone and this is what happens when you break the rules, you get punished.

If Souichi was traumatized as a child, he might’ve internalized it as the result of his failure to keep his distance, of him straying too far away from Kakerou, of trying to be like the other kids. This would, in turn, inform a lot of his self-inflicted dehumanization, of his loyalty to Kakerou that necessitates him harming himself, his aversion to breaking that one rule. He is Souichi Kiruma, Kakerou’s 21st leader, and he cannot ever be anyone else. When he strayed away from it as a child he got so deeply hurt he had to wipe it from his own memory so he could keep on going- and this opened the door to systematically erasing all of his “failures” and “flaws” this way. He can stay “perfect” forever- unchanged, un-traumatized, healthy. He can feel safe again.

i purposefully do not speculate on WHAT might've traumatized him here because I don’t have much to base it on and it is not the point i want to make. i just wanted to talk about this aspect that really jumps out to me with souichis character, just how EASY it is to relate to him as a trauma survivor. In turn, I find his arc’s themes of breaking unhealthy cycles and the focus on his family and friends’ support in his recovery become a lot more important and uplifting when it is grounded this way.

[darabeatha]

@cyneris replied ; GRABBING THEM ALL RN !!!

/ I'M GIVING THEM ALL TO U RIGHT NAOW IN THIS EXACT INSTANT!! LISTEN- (and do feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!) BUT I CAN THINK OF A COUPLE OF QUICK IDEAS RIGHT NAO W;

Aventurine and Esra: Honestly,, When has the IPC not interfered in the affairs of other planets? sticking their noses in their economy? digging through their most secretive archives? I'm thinking of the IPC having diplomatic involvement with Caelestum, perhaps this involvement inevitably extending to Esra's clan, the Solheims, since u mentioned they are very wealthy; and u can bet that wherever the interesting stuff is burrowed, Aventurine has made sure to step foot into. Let them play in the highest grounds, the lowest grounds; make it life threatening. Make the stakes high. A daring gamble is better than being overly cautious; this is a line of thought that Aventurine applies to every aspect of his life. Will he get killed during the process? will he triumph and gain the entirety of a kingdom, turning it all into another one of his chips? It's fun, a thrilling game, one he is more than willing to play with Esra .

"Be it the exhilarating rush of triumph or the extensive emptiness that follows, both are worth savoring, time and time again."

Sampo and Esra: Ah! your silly lil scammer.... your silly lil mercenary ...... Merchant!! business partner! friend even... You name it, he's your old and quite unreliable friend, Sampo Koski! you bet that he's right where he wants to be, in the deep roots, aka: I could not help but think of him being a.... well, 'sort of' regular at Ordo Eclipsis; and I mean 'sort of' because Sampo goes wherever money and information takes him further, and for organizations that deal with the most secretive of information, it's just too juicy to decline someone with so much intel! so long you have the best price out there, he'll remain by your side. I just couldn't help but think about how funny it would be if they often crossed paths with each other underground or within the ordo eclipsis, under the shadiest circumstances while at the same time, Sampo meeting with the wonderful commander and knight Esra in all his rightful glory on the other half of the day. They know each other, they recognize each other, they have this mutual game of play-pretend. One could say; 'just get rid of him' but how would that actually follow up? The invisible strings are simply beyond calculation. One could simply not know whether to keep a man like sampo close or further.

Boothill and Esra: CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG BUT I COULDN'T HELP BUT THINK,,,, When Esra finally goes bonkers and is the responsible of chaos and downfall within the kingdom, consider the idea of further along the line, Boothill being sent there, chasing after him like a hunting dog. Someone has to punish the wretched, no matter the cost. And what if Esra´s begun to stretch a little too far? Aka; Boothill's arrived at Caelestum to become Esra´s 'end' . Nothing personal. Unless-

[duncebento]

I remember a text post from a while back about the relationship between Hannibal and Will Graham, how he (Will) is used by Hannibal to justify his own worldview by keeping him as someone submissive to him (there was a specific term used to describe this relationship, something with the word “cave” I think). Do you know the post I’m talking about? I’m trying to find it and you are the only blog I follow who posts about Hannibal

hello lauraaaa yes CAVE LOVE i will go look to reblog it naow

[lixahl]

go into more detail. tell me about arane and selrine. NAOW 🔫

this took a while because i wanted to make paint doodles giggle.

ANYWAYS. under a readmore bc images make it long

it starts off with selrine having arane and because she is mentally unwell at this point and does not need to be a mother, she kind of just fucks off leaving arane with her mom. she goes to pandaria, a place where she's basically the only night elf which does wonders for her. arane is raised in val'sharah, becoming a tailor like his mother and grandmother. the stilldews were a sort-of famous tailoring family, especially as non-highbornes.

then the legion invades for the first time. arane loses his grandmother and partner to the legion, losing his one connection to selrine. he becomes a demon hunter and old man yaoi starts. selrine is farming and living a quiet life in pandaria still. she joins a pandaren temple and does healing work in the villages around where she lives in the valley of the four winds

during the second legion invasion, at the beginning, selrine's temple is attacked by the legion and she ends up joining the class hall for that.

arane is jailed for this part, and eventually gets out because they need the demon hunters.

both of them end up in val'sharah. selrine goes because she's supporting aquanthis, who she took care of for a while in pandaria and sees him like a son. she doesn't have a concept of her actual son being an adult, so she does not recognize arane as such when they meet in val'sharah. arane notices and recognizes selrine immediately, but does not say anything because there's complicated issues there, obviously.

arane feels somewhat robbed of having a relationship with his mother when they meet in val'sharah, and is a bit icy towards aquanthis for a minute because of this. he gets over it and gives selrine her distance, as his grandmother told him what she went through before he was born and he can't be mad at her for it for too long

and then we get a fairly large time skip

arane and illidan end up having a child, syllene, and that's when arane decides to reach out to selrine and let her know that he's her son. selrine goes through a lot of emotions because he does so by telling her that his child is her granddaughter, and she also feels a lot of guilt all at once because she realizes how much she's missed of her son's life

going on from that, they have a fairly awkward relationship because obviously it'll be hard for people that old (15k for arane, god knows for selrine) to connect and have that mother-son relationship. they work through any awkwardness because syllene loves her dad and loves her grandma just as much. selrine spoils her granddaughter

they're both very similar people, and before he became a demon hunter he had been following in her steps (before she left of course) and had trained as a healing druid. they're both very caring towards others, and before arane told selrine he was her son, many people would draw comparisons between the two if they had interacted with them for any extended period of time.

in short: selrine is not getting any mother of the year awards but she's working on it. arane gets son of the year every year because he's so sweeties and understanding

[failedintsave]

“I just wanted to check on you and see how you’re doing” for chickles perhaps? :3

Is it really a Chickles fic if I don't make a light fixture reference at least once?

[Caretaking prompts]

After the Party is the After-party

The floor vibrated beneath the soles of his oxfords as the bus rumbled beyond the outskirts of LA and away from the debacle that was the Sobertown USA show-turned-riot. He'd advised them not to attend, to consider the legal ramifications of violating the restraining order Snakes N' Barrels held against their former frontman. So naturally, they'd ignored his counsel and had to be extricated from harm's way at the last second. Another day, another dollar, as the saying went. Or in their case, another day, another $436 million since he'd checked that morning. A slow weekend, it seemed. He'd have to review the sectors where revenue was lacking and…well, that was for later.

Pulling the door shut behind him so the latch clicked quietly, Charles took a deep, steadying breath. He'd gotten the band mostly settled; Nathan was parked in front of the tv with an assortment of snacks, Skwisgaar and Toki were tucked away somewhere quiet until the rhythm guitarist became responsive again, and Murderface was scouring the web for any unclaimed Planet Piss variant domains he could register. That just left one extremely agitated band member to check in with. He wondered how many table lamps they had on hand.

Predictably, the drummer was cloistered in the dining area, surrounded by empty bottles and loaded ashtrays. He ducked his head to the table, sniffing loudly, then straightening and rubbing furiously at his nose.

"I, ah, just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing." Charles moved to stand next to him, watching as Pickles bent to do another line. "I know that was a bit of a…harrowing experience."

Pickles sat upright once more, thumbing his nostril. "How'm I doin'? Heh, well. Dat Rikki Kixx asshole's gaht a face like granite. No way those cheekbones er real, he's definitely has work done, right? My hands er killin' me."

"I'll have some ice packs brought in."

"Nah, ferget it, I'm fine. Had a lot worse'n dis."

He kicked his feet under the booth, his sneaker skimming the floor and toppling a half crushed can with a hollow clatter. Charles watched him in profile, the slump of his posture, the way his upper lip lifted in a tiny snarl, exposing gritted teeth. There was a speck of red on his cheek, a dot of dried blood from the beatdown he'd inflicted on Kixx, nearly camouflaged among his freckles. Pulling his handkerchief from his pocket, Charles used a corner to dab away the spatter. Pickles startled at his touch before relaxing again.

"Bruised knuckles aside," He folded the cloth and replaced it in his jacket pocket. Charles reached out again to lay his hand on the drummer's shoulder. "How are you?"

Pickles huffed a sigh. "I dunnoe. Dat shit was messed up. An' those guys were my friends, yannoe? Once upon a time… an' then, ta let thet douchebag demonize me and…" Shaking his head, he laid his fingers over top of Charles'; the manager squeezed. "I appreciate ya askin', but really I just wanna ferget ever comin' back here. Dis was a mistake."

Charles refrained from commenting. Letting his head roll back against the vinyl cushion behind him, Pickles directed a crooked grin upward at the CFO. His eyes were glassy but his gaze was focused.

"Fer naow, I jist wanna relax and not think. Care ta join? Ya wanna let yer hair down wit' me, Charlie?"

"I'm not sure if that's the most, ah, prudent course of action, considering the circumstan—" The drummer's impish expression derailed his train of thought. Damn that look. After so many years, it still made him weak in the knees.

With a glance back at the closed door, Charles touched his fingertip to some of the white residue on the table top. He rubbed it across his gums, enjoying the cool, numbing sensation that followed, if not the astringent taste. Pickles' smirk widened.

"Atta boy." Red silk pulled taut around Charles' neck as Pickles took hold of his tie, looping it over his free hand. "There's still some rock n' roll in these stuffy suits after all." He tugged, pulling Charles down.

Not even the purest cocaine could rival the euphoric rush he felt every time their lips met.

[halspritesoda]

⚠️ CRINGE fan makes FAIL homestuck blog ⚠️

   salutations, and welcome to my silly little blog! my name is tango, though you can also refer to me as trick / mori. my pronouns are she/they or it/its, though for more information please view my pronouns page. i am 22 years old

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Lucius shows up with a dandelion clamped in his mouth. He drops it at Ruggie’s feet and paws at his leg like he wants him to follow.

***Spoilers for Ruggie’s Dorm Uniform personal stories and a Birthday Suit Up! line.***

“Mm? Ah, if it isn’t Lucius-kun.” Ruggie knelt down, bringing himself closer to the pet cat’s level. He plucked up the dandelion Lucius had spat out, playfully twirling it between his fingers.

“Nyaaa.”

Ruggie snickered, waving the dandelion accusingly. “Mow mrrrw naaao? (Didja run away from Trein-sensei just to greet your partner in crime happy birthday?)”

“Meow meow... Meow!”

“You’ve got something you wanna show me?” The hyena cast a quick look around—there were enough guests milling about to reasonably claim he hadn’t heard his name being called if someone did ask for him. Looks like the coast is clear.

“Meow meow, mao. (Lead the way, then.)”

“Nya.”

Together, they slipped out of the celebration: Lucius in front, the birthday boy tailing not too far behind. This way, that way, down this corridor, beyond this bend, make a right, and—

“Whoa.”

Ruggie stepped into an open field of dandelions in full bloom. Weeds, they were called, for their pesky roots that ran deep into the dirt and ugly leaves, their bright yellow petals a nuisance to gardeners. But they were flowers like any other—flowers fighting for survival in the world.

“Mrrow meow.”

“Nao meow... Mao mao? (Dang, this is a ton... So this is NRC’s prime dandelion hunting ground, huh?)” Ruggie bent down, grasping at a dandelion well past its blossoming stage. Instead of petals, it bore a fluffy head of white seeds.

“Ahhhh, looks like there’s a few of these guys that are overripe.” He chuckled, taping his lips together. “That’s fine. They’ve still got their uses.”

The birthday boy blew, sending the dandelion’s seeds sailing away. They danced, held aloft by a spring breeze, before scattering to the sky and sunshine. His wish, set upon the wind.

May Granny and the brats be healthy and happy.

Ruggie watched until the last of the seeds vanished out of sight, then let out a laugh.

He scooped up Lucius in his arms, holding the cat close to him. “Meow, naow. Puuuuurrrrr! (Thanks, Lucius-kun. You’ve made me one happy hyena!)”

Lucius made a grumpy sound—as close to a huff as a cat could make—but he allowed himself to be aggressively cuddled. It was the least he could endure for his fancy tuna fix.

[shilo-sumac]

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The Hurricane | Followup DMs [More under "hurricane arc" tag, mainly an Alistair Takeover]

IC INTRO STARTS NAOW!!!!!))

hiya! im a pokemon rescuer, shelter, rehabilitator, trainer, uh. other things too! liiiiike ive made it into the Sinnoh Hall of Fame :3c ... uhhhhhh i try not to make too huge a deal about it aha........ me n my Pokémon partners are pretty strong and awesome tho. born in unova, currently in wonderful sinnoh.

she/they, in my mid 20s (i think...)

heres my og team!

Urtle, Monarch, Bess, Gadzooks, Bane and Bianca!

due to my passion and job i have a decent amount of 'mons that i can shift around as battlers as well as ones that are just pets. if i had to choose a team of six right now I'd probably go with these, but theyre subject to change!!!! yahoo options!!!

Rin, Spooky!, Bianca, Gadzooks, Bane and Mym!

mmmm okay what else.... so um, im on a decently large plot of land with a handful of facilities to help me out. it's on an island off the coast of Sinnoh, and its all dedicated to helping pokemon!!! i mostly do my work alone, so i have a limited amount i can reasonably care for tho even with all the space. (... good thing sleep is for the weak >:3) occasionally i may be quiet for a while, the wifi here is........... temperamental

Rin-tin-tin the one eyed Zoroark also has access to the blog, she was the first friend i ever really had and ive known her for a real long time. she likes using human disguises to casually hang out in places that dont allow Pokemon. shes learned a lot of habits from humans, shes not the biggest fan of typing or texting though. she has personally assigned herself as my bodyguard and always is within hearing distance of me. shes the strongest Pokemon ive ever known!!! even though i met her first she didnt officially join my team until after i finished the championship. (league rules and all)

now for Alistair... oh Ali, youre such a... guy. lets just say he has the personality of a spoiled rich kid and the knowledge of the world of a quarantined homeschooled agoraphobe. he might talk here sometimes or i might mention him, he owes me one so he helps me out around here. yep, yet another blog with a roommate :p

btw im mentally ill af sorry in advance

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Ooc stuff here! Hiya! I'm Ri! whenever I talk ooc I'll usually do it ((like this)) or otherwise mark it as ooc!

Shilo is HEAVILY based on my run of Platinum, keep this in mind as her backstory slowly reveals. trying to write fanfic of it rn!

Main blog and follows shall come from Ridragon, you are welcome to follow me there, but it is not strictly a Pokemon blog, it's an all my interests and a diary all squashed together. I "spam" likes sometimes so lmk if you dislike that, and don't mind if someone "spams" mine. I'm touched when people care enough to read and like. :3

All asks and any interactions open, I'm totally new to this so throw them at me. don't be afraid to send stuff! worst i can do is say ehhh not feeling it

For my own reference and anyone else here's a list of her current Pokemon, separated by who she battles with and who are just pets/retired. the list may be subject to change, depending on if she adopts out or loses a Pokemon to circumstance or adopts/befriends another.

eventually i hope to make these links if i get around to profiles... we'll see! all pokemon are going to be tagged as [Their Name] the [Pokemon Species] without the brackets. Tumblrs search system sucks though so, hopefully they'll be somewhat organized.

Battlers:

Rin-tin-tin "Rin" - Zoroark ♀️[Best helper and bodyguard] *Alpha | Gadzooks - Garchomp ♂️ | Bane - Gliscor ♂️ [Likes to help in the greenhouse too! Especially with the edible plants.] | Bianca - Weavile ♀️| Spooky! - Mimikyu ♀️🌟 | Mym - Dragapult ♀️[Flying mount for off island excursions!] | Vampira - Crobat ♀️[Helps with connection to the Zubat network spanning across some regions]

[anyone without a specific detail likely just acts as island protection, or just chill unless battling, with battling being their main favorite thing]

Non-Battlers:

Urtle - Torterra ♂️ [Retired, battle injury] | Flower - Quilava ♀️[Apprentice egg-warmer] | Mr. Kabby - Kabutops ♂️ [Semi-Retired but keeps charge of watching to make sure the ocean around the island is safe] | Morgan - Espeon ♀️[Emotional Support] | Simon - Umbreon ♀️[Emotional Support] | Lucky - Rattata ♂️ 🌟 [Likes to help plant in the greenhouse, three legs and stunted tail, runt] | Char - Charizard ♂️ [Semi-retired after Pokenip Saga crystals ate his wing 3:] | ??? - Porygon-Z that took over her phone temporarily

Previous Pokemon:

Monarch - Vespiquen ♀️ [Returned to wild amicably] | Bess - Rhyperior ♀️[Lives off-island in wild] | Rattata Babies [raised and adopted out]

[stardivinefinale-moved]

*POINTS AT YOU* CHARACTER ASK GAME. NAOW. alfur from hilda and eda from the owl house (tried to pick the two most WILDLY different characters)

HELL YEAH LET’S DO THIS

Alfur

Sexuality Headcanon: i think he’s asexual biromantic, there was DEFINITELY SOMETHING GOING on with him and bartell and adeline

Gender Headcanon: he doesn’t use a label for himself he’s just Alfur and that’s IT

OTP: HE AND ADELINE ARE SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺 I WANT TO SEE THEM INTERACT MORE PLEASE

BROTP: him with hilda..... i care their friendship

NOTP: him and any of the humans it’s just weird and gross

A random headcanon: he isn’t able to say swear words he just can’t

General Opinion over said character: I CARE THIS LITTLE DUDE SO MUCH.... i hope we get to see him not following and bending the rules more in future episodes because it was so much fun in s2 

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Eda

Sexuality Headcanon: she is a lesbian i do not care what you say she is there is NOTHING that can change my mind about that

Gender Headcanon: i think she’s a cis woman BUT also wouldn’t really care if you used other pronouns than she/her for her

OTP: she and camila....... just imagine luz two moms being together............

BROTP: I LOVE HER RELATIONSHIP WITH KING AND LUZ SO MUCH 🥺 it’s so obvious how MUCH she cares for them

NOTP: any of the freaky stuff as usual

A random headcanon: she bullied lilith for being cishet when they grew up and tbh lilith deserved it

General Opinion over said character: PLEASE ma’am be my witch mom i will be such a good apprentince PLEASE i just want to go to the boiling isles.......

[peaches-of-1]

Peachtober | Day 13: Dragon

Female!Reader x Dragon!Chan

Summary: Seventy five years after the dragon last claimed a sacrifice, he wants another. You. After fighting as much as you can, you decided to let him eat you. However, he has other plans for you. What would it feel like to be the mother of his dragons?

Warnings: HAND OF BUDDHA on the Citrus Scale, dragon sex, two peni for the price of one, cursing, magic, smut, etc

A/N: Reader is lowkey modeled after @therealredraven but I don’t describe anything physical past hair style and height in comparison to Chan.

“Let me go, you scaled beast! I’d rather fall to my death than be held by a brainless brute like you! Now unhand me!” Y/N was currently the most beautiful woman in the village, and so she was the one offered and accepted by the silver scaled being.

However, she wasn’t going to let herself be taken so easily. It did not matter that they were hundreds of feet in the air. Y/N did not want to become a meal for this ancient terror with no brain other than to capture and horde all that he found beautiful. There was more to life than simply beauty. Of course, a numskull beast could not understand that.

Your short hair with a reddish tint billowed in the wind as you were held by the dragon’s onyx talons. Still, you berated his chrome scales with your much smaller fists, bruising the sides of your own hands, but you honestly didn’t care. You wanted...you wanted. Not IT! Not this BEAST!

The Beast called Chan went through the air like a loose ribbon and finally decided to let you go. Ha, you knew it! A creature such as him only wanted beauty if it didn’t come with a fight. You were a fighter. But wait. Oh shit, you were going to die! Well, it was a noble enough death. However, as you closed your eyes, death did not come. Instead, the landing was soft and fragrant

Flowers? Maybe the death was so quick that you didn’t even feel it.

The Dragon wouldn’t be in your Heaven, though. He landed in front of you and growled at you trying to make you fear him. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

“Oooo, so scary.” was your deadpan reply.

He huffed in your direction and then looked away, suddenly...shy? You looked at yourself and saw that your chest and most of your skin was bared to the cave, having been torn by the high speed winds.

“This is your fault, you know. As if you didn’t want this.”

The dragon simply pointed to a dresser and left, closing the door. A moment later, the sound of a lock. Taking a glance around, you were set in a bedroom near the window. The carpet was moss, and everything appeared to be crafted out of wood or rock. It wasn’t exactly where you had thought you would be ending up at.

You stood, letting out a huge sigh and decided to keep on your ripped clothing. You would not accept a thing from him even if you were taking your last breath...but it couldn’t hurt to see what was inside the dresser just in case you liked something.

Inside were dresses that were from the previous woman that lived here, no doubt. They were still in one piece. Perhaps he had started getting careless with the later captives, or maybe you shouldn’t have struggled. Poppycock. Hogwash.

“Are you going to pick one, Miss?” a voice came behind you, making you shriek in surprise.

You quickly pulled out a super heavy dress and used it to attack whatever had snuck up behind you so silently. It was much shorter than you had anticipated. Looked sort of like a fuzzy anteater and a bear.

“No need to get ‘oll defensive naow.” It spoke.

“What the fuck are you?” The question came out.

“A potty mouth too. I guess some beauty is only skin deep.” It replied.

You threw all the hat boxes you could, and the small creature began to hop and bounce around using the branches that made up the light fixture.

“Now, now” it complained. “I’m just here to--I’m here to--Could you not? Miss, please. I’m only her to relay--oof”

Bullseye. You had gotten him mid leap and he fell on the floor. So did the remains of your dress. Quickly, you threw the first dress you had pulled over the animal’s moaning body and quickly threw on some trousers and a loose top. Seems like he didn’t care for his meals to have on bras or any undergarments in that case.

The brown creature crawled from beneath the dress, “Please. Please don’t throw any more things! I am just here to relay the message His Master has set upon him. That is all!”

“Fine. What’s the message?” You folded your arms.

“First, introductions. Hello, I am Felix. I am a human who has been turned into a tree kangaroo. Nice to meet you. And you are?” He bowed and then extended his hand towards you.

“I am Y/N, the town’s most renowned storyteller and most beautiful barmaid now that most of them are dead due to your Master.” then you sighed, “And the Dragon Chan’s next meal apparently.”

You huffed and sat on the bed. Mankind could be so cruel and selfish. One second, you can be working for them. Handing them drinks of ale in collected glass and singing songs of tradition because it helps the crud go down more easily. The next, you’re knocked over the head and bound only to wake up tied to the Sacrifice Pole in the center of the town, your speech hindered by the rag tied around your mouth.

And you beg and you beg and you cry for your life until the unmistakable glimmer of silver in the growing sunlight. By then, you’ve lost all softness and don’t even know the word forgiveness and as soon as the Dragon unties you, you kick it where you assume the face would be. It bellows and reels back. You begin to run, but you are scooped up in its talons before you reach the town’s edge.

“There there.” A smaller sounding creature said and tapped your eyes with a tissue. “Please don’t cry. I know you miss your family and your home, but Master is really a nice person.”

Then you smiled at the smaller one, “Thank you for the tissue.”

“I’m Jongin.” He smiled, a fox with darkish fur. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi.” You sighed. “What now? How long is it gonna take until he eats me?”

Felix stepped forward, “Don’t be in a rush to be devoured, Miss.”

Jongin’s ears went flat and tucked his tail at the mention of the inevitable.

“Just enjoy the few days you have left. Dinner is always at sunset. Your bathroom is down that latter. It is a hot spring and if there is anything we can do in order to make your days here a bit better, do not hesitate to let us know.” The Tree Kangaroo said.

You nodded, “Two things, maybe three. Um. Coffee, tea, and books? I enjoy reading quite a bit.”

Jongin hopped around, “Yes! There are books! I’ll show you! I will. I have to wait until Master unlocks the door, though. You’ll be able to freely roam the Caverns tomorrow. For now, make yourself at home.”

CHAN POV:

Tired but also concerned, Chan bolted upright in front of the fire when he heard Felix come in. He had been draped across his collection of gold and skulls and bones recovering from the rough flight made even more difficult by the braying donkey of a woman he had to carry all the way here.

She had not done much damage to him in air, but when he was first going to introduce himself to her. It had hit his cheek with much force. He hated how they were given to him, all tied up like hogs on spits however vertical they might be. It’s not like he could speak to them, though. His true face was not to be known by anyone other than the one who knew his heart, that extended to his voice.

“Is she settling in well?” Asked the silver dragon.

“As well as someone betrayed by the people she grew up with can be. She’s more angry than anything.” Said the animal who transformed into his human form, sandy brown and rose colored hair being only on top of his head now.

“At me?”

Felix replied, “At everything, it seems.”

Chan used a clawed hand to tap his chin, “I’ll have to give her something for her hands and to help ease her mind. We do have some peppermint leaves left from earlier this year, right?”

“I believe so.” The younger man said. “Shall I make her some tea?”

“Please do. I’d rather not devour her while she is not at her best. The process will take most if not all of her energy.”

“It shall be done, my old friend.” Felix replied. “She’s a firecracker, hmm?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yes. She fought me the whole way here. I’m surprised she still has a voice to speak with from all her screaming.”

He laughed, “She threw hat boxes at me. Got me in my snout...she has a nice body, though.”

“Did she not change when you--?”

A shake of the head, “Only after it fell off of her completely. However, I did not see that part since she had knocked me down at that time. Jongin was smart to hide under the bed until he felt it was safe.”

The dragon began to ask a question about the youth, whether or not he had seen Y/N in her tattered clothing leading to partial nudity or not. However, the question was already being answered by his faithful friend.

“Nope. I made sure he covered his eyes.”

“Good. Good.” Then another question, but shy this time. “Is she a good meal then?”

“If I were you, I would’ve eaten her already.”

Chan couldn’t help but hide his smile. Mayhaps she had more to give than the dragon first thought upon inspection.

Y/N POV:

Jongin the fox, Felix the tree kangaroo, and Jisung the squirrel showed you to where dinner was, but it was not yet ready. So the youngest started to pull at the laces of your boots to get you to follow him.

Jongin stopped in front of a white marble door, “Here’s the library. I’m sure you will find your home here. Big bro will bring you some more tea if that is what you want.”

The doors opened to reveal the largest library you had ever seen, although you had not seen very many.

You couldn’t help but gasp and then went to the nearest shelf to look at what books were there. The village library would be burned down nearly every Sunday, and you had to often sell your own private stash in order to be able to eat. They smelled so old and not like charred flesh. Oh, so glorious!

It felt like you were being watched, but when you turned around, there was no one behind you at all. You grabbed several books and took a seat in the red chair to begin your evening. The only thing that would make this better would be some.

“Tea, Miss?” A beautiful square face bowed and offered you a cup.

“Y-yes.”

He set the platter in front of you, and so you mixed in the amount of cream and sugar to fit your taste before sipping. It soothed your throat from all the screaming you had done earlier as you had been carried.

A handsome young man smiled, “I am Hyunjin. Call upon me for anything. Please, enjoy the books, but be careful. Master doesn’t like his books to be ruined.”

“I care more for books than I do my own fucking life.” You replied, holding your current read to your chest.

He smiled, “He’ll be happy to hear that.” With a bow, the man left.

A bushy husky tail the only thing you hadn’t expected to see as it swished behind him as he left. Maybe these last few days of your life wouldn’t be so bad if it could be spent in the library with drinks like this.

The revelry inside the book was soon short lived as Felix came to get you for dinner. You decided to muster up your strength to do the opposite of yesterday. As you faced the Beast, you’d stay silent. You wouldn’t say anything to him. Not a word nor a sound.

Yet as your turned the corner, you gasped, stricken by how incredibly handsome the man before you was. He was the Chrome Dragon. His eyes were the same as the ones you saw yesterday just for a moment. And yet, the reason for your heart racing was completely different. Now you had no choice but to be quiet as you were afraid for your voice to give out mid sentence.

He pulled out the white chair for you to sit on, which you did. His fingernails seemed painted black instead of yesterday’s sharp claws made out of onyx rock. He sat in his own chair with a similar butterfly design on it and the beautiful man from earlier set down a silver domed plate in front for you and lifted the covering to reveal a full plate of fish, bread, and an assortment of vegetables.

The fish section on the Dragon’s plat was much larger. Well, you decided to trust him and dug in. No matter how lovely this whole thing had been, you knew he was going to devour you sooner or later. The light in his eyes would be replaced by darkness, and it’d be your eye that was glazed over and no longer able to see as death took your mind.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” He asked, his voice much more enchanting that you wanted to be.

You had hoped he had the throat of a frog or was as threatening as you believed a dragon’s voice should be, and yet. You wanted to answer him with a smile, to give him your hand and promise him your heart.

What were you thinking?!

You stayed quiet. You had to keep your wits about you lest it mean your death came sooner than planned. There had to be some way to escape. Maybe not back to your town, but to someplace where you didn’t have impending doom waiting for you in the form of being devoured by a dragon with eyes like a storming sunrise and a voice like a gentle sea.

He cleared his throat, “I asked you a question, Miss. Are you having a good time here?”

The way you set your jaw and glared him down showed him that you were in no mood for talking.

Chan sighed, “Well. Um. I saw you enjoying my library. It is rare to find a beautiful girl who also enjoys a good read. Most of my others demanded dresses and jewelry or simply did not know how to read the written word. I remember having taught a few of them before--” he held back a yelp of pain and kicked out his leg.

Nothing was there, but you noticed Jisung scurrying in the opposite direction a few seconds later and wondered if he had anything to do with it.

“My apologies.” He watched you eat and reached for his cup before stretching his jaw. “It seems as though you do not want to use your voice around me today. What happened the the fiery brunette I carried in my claws yesterday?”

You rolled your eyes.

Chan smiled, “I quite enjoy you, Miss, despite your refusal to speak to me.”

Fuck, his personality was cute too.

The night crawled in ever growing silence and sleeplessness. You felt a soft and large fabric being draped upon your frame and the book was taken from your hands and set on the table.

“It’s me. Chan. I feel like the only time I can talk to you is when you’re asleep.” He sighed. “I like you. I know it’s hard to believe but I actually chose which maiden to take this time since when I visit, my human form disguised, you are the most beautiful. The way you tell stories. It made me fall for you.”

He laughed to himself, “God. I’m such a weirdo. Ahem, anyways. I know you probably won’t think the same, but I had to confess my feelings. I’ll try to do so when you’re awake, but there is bad news as well. No matter what your feelings, I will devour you tomorrow. You seem to be back in full health, so things must be done.”

Then he began to walk away, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The day came and you could feel it, the heaviness of the air. Even the birds did not sing and the sun was shining even though it was simply heat and not light..

You had fallen in love with the Dragon. At least his mind...and his face...and those gorgeous silver eyes of his that has seen all of the universe. Chan. His name was Chan. Not him persay, but with a library like that. It was clear it was all so very personal. From titles alone, you could tell he was not one to lie about his feelings for you.

Some of the stories had been handwritten versions of the ones you told in the tavern. It hadn’t been their choice to sacrifice you or not. He had chosen you.

Then why would he eat you? Perhaps you could come to an understanding of sorts. To make this go smoother, you planned to put on a dress. The one he put out for you. However there was nothing waiting for you today. Instead, Felix arrived alone and turned human in front of your eyes.

“Of course.” You said.

He gave you a weak smile, “I’ve come to prepare you for the ritual, however, Master said to wait after lunch to do so. I suggest you enjoy your remaining hours.”

You spent it in the library of course, simply reading until it was time.

And then it was time. There was no light other than the ones caused by flames on the walls reflecting the crystals on the top. You were led by Felix, wearing nothing but a robe over your nude and freshly washed body. He wanted his meal to be cleaned inside and out before he devoured them.

You had made your peace with life and walked stone faced into the special room that had many places to restrain a body. A wall of what looked like torture devices was near a slab that seemed like it could tilt. A den of many pillows was located on the far side near the flames. Probably for Chan to rest when he was done with you.

And there the man stood with piercing blue eyes that seemed like ice despite the fire in the room.

“Leave us. Do not return until the sun is high.” Chan said.

“Yes, sir.” Said the young man and quickly scurried out.

Then his eyes set on you, “Disrobe, please.”

You untied the knot and let the sapphire silk fall onto the ground. It took everything inside you not to cover yourself with your hands as his eyes raked up your legs up to curved him onwards to linger upon your chest before finally meeting your eyes filled with so much resignation. There was nothing you could do anymore. No way to get out.

His hand held your chin and forced it upwards to look at him lick his lips, “I shall give you a choice. Start from the top or from the bottom first?”

“I don’t care.” You said through pouting lips. “Just make it quick.”

“Sorry, dear. I like to play with my food.” he said, taking you to the slab and binding your arms and legs, making you feel even more exposed.

And you were. Nothing but skin to air and your fast beating heart. The hungry look in Chan’s eyes as he made sure you were unable to move was inciting something inside of you other than fear and in fact caused a perverse kind of anticipation inside of you.

“Mouth or claws?” He asked, grabbing a bottle of something.

“Claws?” You replied.

He shot a smile behind him, “I meant fingers since I do believe claws going inside the human form would be quite uncomfortable.”

“What the fuck are you--eep!” His fingers sunk between your folds, causing your face to blush. “D-Dragon, what the hell? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes shot up towards you, “Massaging the meat. It’s no good when you’re tense. So please just relax. I will take care of you, Y/N.”

Chan used his fingers to curl inside of you, bringing tears to your eyes when he grazed the bundle of nerves inside of you. However, you were too nervous to make any noise even though he wanted you hear your moans. He decided to kiss your neck as well, making you moan out in surprise.

“Ah~”

He smiled up at you, “There we go. More like that, beautiful.”

“Ah, ah, that-- It’s--. You’re--oh my god!” Broken sentences tumbled out of your mouth as he caressed you with one hand and finger fucked you with his long digits. His mouth explored your neck and licked at your pert nipples. It felt so good and yet you couldn’t help but let the tears overflow in your eyes.

“St-stop!” You cried out. “Please. If you’re going to eat me, just eat me already.”  Your head leaned against your arm with salty water pouring from your eyes. “Don’t...don’t make me feel this way and then kill me.”

“What? Who said anything about killing you?” He gave a smirk. “I will devour you, but not in the most literal sense. A dragon gets lonely, you know.”

You blinked, “Wait, what?”

Chan chuckled as he wiped your tears, “I use that wording in order to get what I want, beauty, no matter how fleeting. Beautiful girls deserve to be cherished and not treated like trash or just used for a quick fuck, unless that is what they want.” He replied. “Why do you think it takes almost 100 years for me to return? Humans have a certain lifespan.”

“Then what’s all this? All this pomp and circumstance for a quick fuck?” You said coldly.

He raised his hand to be right below your ear, his breath ghosting over your skin, “Like I said, women deserve to be cherished. Especially for our first time together.” He then placed a smooch on your chin, making you shiver.

Chan then smiled, “Now then, may I continue? I know what it’s like being left on the edge of an orgasm. Not very pleasant.”

“I...I’m not just a toy, y’know.” You replied.

He growled, “Oh, I know you’ve got a brain up there, but I really want to fuck it out of you.” and moved so that he was straddling your leg, allowing you to feel his length being held in captivity by his very pants.

You swallowed and felt yourself blush, “I guess you can continue.”

“Hmm, but you’ve been so cold to me.”

“Pl-please, Chan. I wanna to cum. At this point, a well placed gust of wind could make me orgasm.” You couldn’t fight the fire which boiled in your lower stomach.

“Then I’ll show you how I properly eat a woman.” The silver eyed man got onto his knees and held your thighs as she shoved his face between then, licking at the wet heat that he himself caused.

Moans and whines left your mouth as you let go of any and all inhibitions to just become his, stars forming behind your eyes as you climaxed into the eager mouth sucking on your clit from below.

The Dragon Chan then licked his lips, chuckling, “Stay conscious, babygirl. We’ve got more in store before the ritual is done.”

The man then released you from the contraption and carried you to the pillows before promptly sticking his lower cock inside of you while the other rubbed against your clit and gliding over your stomach, coating both the inside and outside with his precum.

“Y-you’ve got two?”

He nodded with a giggle, “Yeah. Guess I should’ve told you ahead of time.”

Your fingers clenched at the pillows as he plowed deep inside of you, making you see stars. Chan reminded you to breathe as he fucked the living daylights out of you. It felt as though you mind existed on the edge of reality and Heaven. He kissed your neck praised you for being so good for him. Being such a warm hole for his cock and calling you beautiful. Calling your brain beautiful. He was so, so big. You had never felt so full in your entire life!

“Cumming. I’m cumming!” Chan said and released inside of you, the white heat spreading across your insides and on top of your torso, launching far enough to land on your breasts and face.

You wanted more, though. He seemed to feel the same.

“B-both.”

“What was that?” You asked, your hands clawing at his shoulders still.

“I wanna put both inside of you.” He panted out, his silver orbs searching yours.

Your eyes bulged, “It, it won’t fit. It’s already so tight.”

“You’ve got two holes down here, and I’ve got two dicks~” He chuckled, “But I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip and looked away as you said, “K...kiss me first.”

The Dragon slowed his pace, “W-what? Does my baby girl really want the Dragon to kiss her?”

With burning cheeks, you nodded. He was at least 9 inches deep inside you and you still had enough embarrassment inside of you to blush at the notion of a kiss?

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“I want you to kiss me while you fuck me, you idiot!” You looked at him with soft defiance.

After positioning himself properly, he gave you a kiss that felt like all of the magic inside of his body was now a part of you. A surprised moan dripped out of your throat as you felt both your holes being filled up with Chan. It caused you to orgasm and tighten around him. No words, but a breathy fit of laugher followed by a moment of eye contact. Icy chrome had been replaced with the blackness of pupils before a quick glance at lips followed by a dance of tongues as he claimed your entire body.

“You are mine from now on, Y/N. You are my treasure. Worth more than any gold in the world, mine to claim. Mine to devour. Mine.” He said, no doubt in his voice. However there was a tinge of a pleading sound in his vocals.

“I’m yours and you are mine.” You said.

He nipped at your neck and then sucked all over, leaving his markings in the form of bruises, hickeys, love bites.

“Chan. Chan. I love you, Chan.” You said, getting caught up in the moment but honestly meaning it at the same time.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied. “I’m going to mark you inside and out.”

“Please,” You said, out of breath but needing to let him know how much you wanted him too. “Gonna--cum!”

“Me too. Me, yah!”

Both of your holes became filled with the Dragon Chan’s cum and he kissed you until he went limp inside. Once he pulled out, he kissed down the center of your body to clean up all of the white liquid on your body and inside. It made your legs quiver. Throughout all of your years, you did nothing but read and work and lived in fear of the very dragon that made you finally feel loved. Your whole body felt like it was numb and vibrating at the same time. The only thing you could do was clutch the back of his head until he came up for air, swallowing his own seed that had leaked out of you with a smile.

“Thank you for the meal.”

“Heh, ya funny fucker.” You said, chest heaving.

He crawled up behind you, wrapping his arm around your neck, letting you hold it, “And guess what? I’m already hard again.” his fingers rubbed over your hips and pulled your leg back over his own before spreading you and entering you once more.

You looked at him, eyes questioning if he was serious.

“Oh, did I not tell you, Y/N? The ritual doesn’t end until sunrise.” He smiled a toothy grin.

“Devour me.” you said before kissing him.

Even though you weren’t sure if your body would be able to hold up that long, you didn’t want him to stop any time soon.

Thank you for reading. This is not my best writing, but I tried not to surpass 10 pages! Still, I truly hoped you enjoyed it!

[interstellerace]

Know Your Enemy

Original Work

680 words

Rated PG for animated violence and a single swear

Inside a castle made of glass and steel twisted into shapes we can only imagine, an emperor stands in front of a throne impatiently whining like a child in front of a toy store window demanding what he wants NAOW!

A bare bones crew scurries from console to console, giving orders to soldiers miles away. Lights flash and energy surges along lines set into metallic structure, sending and receiving packets of data all displayed on a series of staggered holograms in front of a single woman.

Her face is a mask of concentration as she stars at the wall of light, watching the thousands of little green dots form ranks around a trio of small red dots and one big red dot. She slides her fingers along the light, dragging dot after dot to specific places, each with a small symbol denoting their branch and rank in the emperor’s army. At every twitch of her fingers, people scurry behind her to make the hologram reality.

As one small red dot moves without her guidance to a higher elevation, she double taps it and reassigns a symbol to it; marking the dot as long-range attacker. She reallocates her forces to deal with the new information, separating the one red dot from the others, and looking for opportunities to separate the others. She devises a plan to draw away another red dot from her main target, moving forces to surround them.

Her concentration is broken by a shrill screaming behind her. The emperor shouting, “Delthia, kill them! Kill them NOW! They’re surrounded!”

She ignores his shouting, the light of the hologram reflecting off her crystal-like skin as she drags each dot one at a time into position, careful not to move too many at…

“You there, send the order, kill them all, NOW!”

“Belay that! Only squads 31 through 34 should be engaged!”

The emperor roars with anger, “You are not in charge here! I am! I am the god king emperor of twelve systems, and you will Follow My Orders!”

Delthia finally turns from the hologram, “That man could kill us with a thought and the only thing stopping him is his sense of morality, which I know you have no concept of, but right now, he thinks all we are is idiots trying to punch him until he stops moving and as long at that’s what he thinks, he’s content to stay out there, tiering himself out. But if he thinks for one minute that we’ve slipped down the evil scale, that we are suddenly worthy of his full power, then it’s over for us. And I have to keep him just engaged enough out there to keep him out there but no so overwhelmed to force him in here until we’ve worn him down enough to capture him without setting off his ultimate, world ending power.”

Delthia feels a wave of catharsis flows over her, and as she feels the blinding rage begin to die, she notices something off about one of the few guards left inside the castle. “Also, who the fuck is that? Why don’t you torture them instead of me and let me do my job?”

Delthia turns back to the holograms, already feeling the pressure to catch up for the time lost yelling at the emperor only to see that, the red dots have vanished and the green ones are scattering. Delthia takes a moment to take a step back, take a breath, and take in the chaos around her. The officials are scrabbling trying to locate the enemy. The intruder’s helmet has been discarded revealing the face of the hero’s companion who was allegedly currently in the dungeon. The emperor is shouting at his diminished guard to recapture them and doing nothing himself.

Realizing the hubris of her actions, how this had been a futile venture from the start, that there was no way they were going to win, Delthia took the blaster from it’s holster on her hip and did the only thing she could think of to get out of this mess.

[nicomrade]

i didnt read nearly as much this year (2023) compared to last, i mostly re-read my faves that ill maybe post about one day and i read non-fiction from libraries. I am a Communist by Park Kun-Woong and Ichi-F by Kazuto Tatsuta are the two that id say stood out the most in that regard, but i kinda wanna keep these retrospective posts to fiction only so lets go for my actual 6 picks naow

Poison City - Tetsuya Tsutsui (2014-2015) opening with my favorite author, poison city is about art censorship- specifically of mangas in japanese libraries- how it happens, why, by and for whom, who it affects, how it shapes the publishing industry and so on. it was written after tsutsui found out his own work (manhole) had been banned in a prefecture, without him ever being notified. its only 2 volumes but the most nuanced discussion of the topic ive seen. like all tsutsui work it is in my brain forever like a worm and if i see it IRL i get an urge to reread it right there right now. which happens often cuz french libraries (justifiably!) love it

Gekiga-Yose: Fallen Words - Tatsumi Yoshihiro (2009) i got into a little gekiga rabbithole sometime last spring that segued really nicely into a rakugo moment for me. Fallen Words is neatly at the junction of the two and maybe the best way to experience rakugo stories if you cant watch performances? its not rakugo but it tries really hard to make the original jokes work in a new medium. fascinating project that i really enjoyed and laughed outloud at while reading. it also helps other rakugo-based fiction have more context and depth for a non-rakugo liker audience

Blood on the Tracks / Chi no Wadachi - Oshimi Shuzo (2017-2023) "this is not a work that wants to teach you how to heal, how to cope, or give you catharsis, or tragedy." chi no wadachi is about parental abuse and keeps to following the protagonist for as long as his mom has influence over his life, in all of the ways that she does, and nothing more. its heavy, its hard, and its something you need to meet halfway. not the oshimi shuzo work id necessarily start with but its the one i read fully this year and also the one i got into comment fights on mangadex about lol

Billy Bat - Naoki Urasawa & Nagasaki Takashi (2008-2016) billy bat is about art and its about making art and its about what if there was a bat on the moon that gave you catharsis. its got historical fiction its got protagonist changes its got walt disney its got an insane amount of historical research put in. its got two bats. its art as an universal language, as something its artist owns but that also belongs to everyone who's ever connected with it, art as the root of humanity, as the lense through which people view and shape the world. and its about a japanese-american artist named kevin.

Bokurano: Ours - Kitoh Mohiro (2003-2009) bokurano is about kids who are roped into a mecha war for earth's survival. it questions whether you can live without harming others, the nature of remorse, childhood trauma, and so on. its dubiously a death game- i count it as one but its also explicitely interested in this very question- "is this a game?". is bullying a game? Is csa a game? Is parental abuse a game? Neglect? Sibling violence? War? Is that what a game is? anything that children do?

Undercurrent - Toyoda Tetsuya (2004-2005) its easy to say reading undercurrent feels like youre drowning because the water motif is already omnipresent but this really is a piece where the story and the artistic motif are just in symbiose. undercurrent explores one woman's life managing her bathhouse almost on her own at the same time as she's dealing with more personal issues, and my first instinct upon seeing the cover is always to hold my breath. cannot say anymore just read it

+ bonus mention to Gantz - Hiroya Oku (2000 - 2013) for ruining my whole life. i didnt start it in 2023 but i was overcome by some sort of fever in january that made me finish this fucking manga and it hasn't left me since. don't read gantz. you can watch the live action movies they cut out 95% of the manga and make it actually good also akagi's actor (kanata hongo) plays my fave character in them. but whatever you do, don't read gantz.

[fearless2ndmate]

“Whod.... th’lil fuc... ‘asn’t woken ...?.. t’knock ‘im out!.... Not kill ‘im!”

“Cap’in I swe.... I didn’sla....‘im dat ‘ard--!”

“Oi oi, he’s wakin up!”

Dull green eyes slowly blinking open, his head throbbing and his vision doubling and blurring. Where was he...? Who’s voices where those and why did they sound so far away? Why does his body hurt?

His eyes shut once more before he felt a pair of hands grab and shake him. The blond winced, his stomach tossing and head spinning from the shaking before he was simply dropped once that didn’t work. There was a collective huff before intelligible grumbling and muttering from these strange people.

It wasn’t until Link received a sharp strike to his cheek did he bolt awake with a start. Just as he opened his mouth to utter a cry of pain, his voice stalled seeing the woman before him.

“Rise n shine, laddie--”

“M-Mm--..”

The boy felt his throat dry, not even able to utter a single word to the woman and men that towered over him as his poor heart began racing again as he finally took in his surroundings. This...wasn’t the ship of his childhood but rather a much grander one; the thought of not knowing where he could hide terrified the boy. Maybe he could use the cyclones to take him home?

The blond quickly slid a hand into his tunic and found...all of his belongings gone...of course.

He was cornered....

“Git th’fuck up, boy. Naow yer awake yer gonna make yerself useful.” Vessie spat, Link already scrambling to his feet. So many thoughts of what to say passed the boy’s mind but no words formed. He’s literally fought much greater threats than this but...Those threats didn’t hold his fears like this woman does.

...Oh god..when will he run into his father...?

The thought made Link nearly vomit--

 “Yer gonna start cleanin up ‘round ‘ere n th’second we hit land o’run int’anotha ship yer marchin yer ass out there first. Y’seem t’be good at findin treasure n fightin’ ain’t ye?” the woman asked, raising a brow. “Ye savvy?”

There’s a pause, the boy’s mouth hanging open but still producing no sound. Another sharp strike to his cheek, immediately made the kid collapse and cover his head. “A-AYE C-CAP’IN--” he quickly squeaked out, body trembling as he kept his head down. The blond remained in that position as the woman turned and left. The crew members standing around her followed suite, though few kicked him on their way by...

[cadavertrolls]

Points a gun aymt you// World building for fucking Luke on my desk naow

B A S I C S

full name: Inidan Leucas

gender: Male

sexuality: Straight

pronouns: He/him

O T H E R S

family: The Renegade/Mezika Leucas(Ancestor), Xepher(Hubby <3), Yutaka(Brother he doesn’t know exists), Umegai Inatos(Step sister??? he doesn’t know exists), and then like... 5 other step siblings ig from all the bitches Xepher raised idk ask GG about that LOL

birthplace: Alternia but like deep in the ocean

job: Vivici’s manager, misc drug dealing/hit jobs/body guard jobs, idfk he doesnt have any other solid employment

phobias: N/A i literally cant think of anything substantial

guilty pleasures: being the little spoon aka laying face first in Pinkky’s boobies. also he considers fucking Raz a guilty pleasure LMAOOOO

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Neutral Evil

sins - lust/greed/pride/wrath

virtues - kindness/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert: Extrovert

organized/disorganized: Disorganized

close minded/open-minded: Open minded

calm/anxious: Calm

disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable

cautious/reckless: RECKLESS

patient/impatient: Impatient

outspoken/reserved: Outspoken

leader/follower: Leader

empathetic/unemphatic: Unempathetic

optimistic/pessimistic: Optimistic

traditional/modern: Modern

hard-working/lazy: Lazy ish...

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: LUKE AND MF PINKKY!!! I LOVE THEM!!!

ot3: Agree w you... Luke <3 Pinkky <> Vivici...

brotp: in a weird kinda gay way Luke and Razz LOL

notp: Idfk... Luke and any man

[exsiliumductoris]

@marie-dufresne

Hanging up her light cloak on one of the pegs by his door, Marie threw him an apologetic glance.

“The Devereaux family arrived unannounced,” she sighed, “I tried to get away but…Colin followed me the entire night. When he wasn’t following me, he just…appeared.”

Her body shuddered at the memory. He wasn’t much older than she was. Seventeen she was sure. Vincent’s age. Still, he unnerved her. There was something not quite right about that boy.

“The last time I insulted him my cat was killed,” she reminded him, “I…thought it best not to upset him this time around.”

She’d meant to send word down into the village that she wasn’t able to see him, but by the time she’d found even a moment to herself, it was late, and Veld was probably long asleep after working all day.

She moved behind where he sat, on a stool pulling on his socks and lifting the comb from the small rickety washing table, she began to pull his hair back gently, her fingers following the comb’s teeth as she repeated the motion, quickly dusting black from the soot trapped there.

She didn’t mind.

“The men are off hunting today,” she hummed, taking her time to savor her grooming before she paused, bending slightly to press her lips against his neck.

“So we have until nightfall to do whatever it is you want.”

Veld wrinkled his nose at her explanation; he’d never seen Colin but he felt he’d knew him on sight if he did....  “Want me an ta lads to take care of him for you?” he asked, setting his dirty boots aside and taking dirty, damp socks off.

He let his feet air and dry for a moment, then pulled dry ones on, pausing when she came closer and started in on his hair, a low sound of appreciation in his throat. His face broke into a grin and he pulled the other sock on, then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. “Is that so eh? Nightfall isn’t far off naow....” he stole a kiss, big, rough hands giving her leg a squeeze, “An what if I just want to sit here and kiss you until then?”