#he's well aware of my stance btw

[agentoffangirling]

Anti AI writer daughter with a pro AI father 🙄

[heliosunny]

Damn, you’re cooking so hard the kitchen’s on fire. I dunno how you can churn out so many works so quickly but kudos to you! I support the yandere phainon agenda.

:3 I had my ideas beforehand and most of the fic I uploaded are rather short imo so it didn't take much time. Tysm for reading🩵🩵🩵

Btw ppl asked if I take requests. I DOOO

Since I don't often answer people without a request, I think I should include a bonus chapter for the yandere!Crown prince Phainon fic🩵

Yandere!Crown Prince Phainon x Reader

BONUS CHAPTER

Phainon is not a man who shares easily. His love for you is absolute, obsessive, all-consuming. The thought of anyone else holding your attention for too long? Unacceptable. Have you ever wonder how he reacts when you interact too much with his closest confidants?

Mydei

Mydei has been by Phainon’s side for years. He’s unwavering in his loyalty, a steadfast warrior who would die for his prince. But even he isn’t exempt from Phainon’s jealousy. If you spar with Mydei and laugh when he corrects your stance? Phainon is suddenly watching very closely.

“Your Highness, your stance is too rigid” Mydei says, adjusting the wooden sword in your grip. “You’ll tire yourself out too quickly.”

You sigh, shaking out your arms. “It feels unnatural.”

“Here,” Mydei steps behind you, placing his hands lightly on your wrists. “Relax. Let the weight of the sword guide your movement.”

Just as you begin to adjust, a cold voice interrupts— “That will be enough.”

Phainon’s blue eyes gleam dangerously as he strides across the training grounds, his presence suffocating. Mydei immediately steps back, fist to his chest in salute.

“Your Highness” he greets, his voice even.

Phainon says nothing to him. Instead, he reaches for your sword and takes your hand, guiding it himself. His grip is firm.

“You don’t need his help” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “I’ll teach you myself.”

You sigh. “You’re being unreasonable.”

Phainon tilts his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “Am I? Or do you simply enjoy other men touching what belongs to me?”

You roll your eyes, but the way his fingers curl around your waist, how he presses against you as he adjusts your stance tells you that he won’t be letting this go anytime soon.

Anaxa

Anaxa is sharp, witty, and always one step ahead. He’s also one of the few people Phainon trusts with delicate matters of state.

“And if we position the archers along this ridge, we can control the battlefield from above” Anaxa explains, gesturing to the map spread across the table.

You nod, considering his strategy. “But what if the enemy anticipates that? They could flank us from the west.”

Anaxa grins. “Exactly. That’s why we-”

“What are we discussing?”

Phainon’s voice is smooth as silk, but you recognize the edge beneath it. He leans against the table, his eyes flickering between you and Anaxa.

“Military strategy” Anaxa answers, unfazed. “Your wife has a sharp mind, Your Highness. You should let her advise you more often.”

Phainon hums, then, without hesitation, grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap.

“I am well aware of my wife’s brilliance,” he murmurs against your temple. “But you need not remind me.”

Anaxa raises an amused brow. “Jealous?”

Phainon’s smirked. “Should I be?”

You sigh, trying to shift out of his grasp, but Phainon holds you firmly in place.

Anaxa simply laughs, shaking his head.

Castorice

Castorice is elegant and poised, and you enjoy her company. But the way you push her toward Phainon, joking that they would make a good match? He does not like that.

“I think you and Phainon would make a good match” you say teasingly, nudging Castorice with your elbow.

She nearly chokes on her tea. “What?!”

You laugh. “You two are close, aren’t you? You understand him well. Maybe in another life—”

“Enough.”

The warmth of Phainon’s voice is gone. You barely have time to react before he’s standing behind you, his gloved hands resting firmly on your shoulders. His grip isn’t painful, but it’s heavy like a silent warning.

Castorice shifts uncomfortably in her seat, suddenly hyper-aware of the way the crown prince is staring.

“Phainon” you sigh, trying to brush him off. “It was just a joke—”

“A joke?” He leans down, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, voice barely above a whisper. “You think it amusing to suggest I should be with another woman?”

You blink, suddenly realizing the weight of your words. “I didn’t mean it that way!”

“Then what did you mean?” His fingers slowly slide down your arms “Do you think I desire someone else?”

You open your mouth, but Castorice quickly stands, forcing an awkward laugh. “I should be going!” she says, her movements stiff, as if she’s afraid staying any longer will doom her. “I just remembered—I have, uh, urgent matters to attend to!”

She bows hastily and practically flees the room.

Phainon watches her leave, his expression unreadable. Only when she’s gone does he turn back to you, his eyes gleaming with something dark, something unsettling.

“You will never say something like that again.”

It’s not a request. It’s a command.

You shiver beneath his touch, suddenly aware that there are some things, even harmless jokes—that Phainon will never tolerate.

[feliciasharpclaws]

✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻 | l. know/minho

pairing: drift king lee know! x han lue's younger sister oc!

warnings (not really): slight suggestive scenes, curse words, street racing, drifting, bad grammar (i think).

a/n: oc's name is shego lue and she's a racer too, is mentioned that minho is half japanese and a sukeban's son, han's referred as hannie by shego, han likes to call shego, go-go.

btw lino's header credits to @hyunminsunger

During the time Han had became business partners with DK and started going to the car meetings, he never expected to see his baby sister Shego being whispered on her ear and tightly hugged on the waist by Hirai Yuka's son, Lee Minho on a dim corner of the parking lot after winning a purple 1994 Toyota Supra MK IV. Yes, he was aware that his sister was in Japan, after all he had seen her leaving Sean's school with Lee one day on a blue 1996 Nissan Skyline GT-R R33.

The truth was that Han never expected Shego to be that close with Lee Minho or DK Lee Know as people in Minato called him, he knew that his mother Hirai Yuka used to be a sukeban on her teenage years to later get married with a korean financial advisor. So why they were secretly clingy towards eachother only made him more curious, with slow movements he stopped leaning on his car and carefully approached the young adults in the corner.

Lee's back now was facing to him, his right hand was set on the concrete wall and his dominant hand was covering Shegos's cheek and part of her jaw, the sound of slow making out filled Han's ears making him clear his throat and the younger's to separate.

“It's nice to see that you haven't lost your touch Go-Go” Han's usual lazy tone filled Shegos and Minho's ears. Slowly her left hand slipped out of her boy's neck while the other one patted his chest to come out of the darkness.

“And it's nice to finally see you Hannie” Shego's silky voice reached his ears making him smile softly. “I thought I had to go to your garage for you."

Han chuckled, his gaze flicking between Shego and Minho. "You know where to find me, little sister. But it seems like you've found some other... distractions here in Tokyo."

Minho stepped forward, his stance protective yet respectful. "Han, I didn't expected to see you here tonight." His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension, unsure of how Han would react to the situation.

Shego rolled her eyes playfully, trying to ease the tension. "Come on, Hannie, you knew I'd make friends here. Minho's been showing me around since I arrived. He's actually quite the gentleman when he's not racing."

Han raised a corner of his lips, his curiosity piqued. "And here I thought you'd stick to your books, Go-Go. Isn't that why you were sent here?."

Shego smirked. "There's more to life than just books, Han. Besides, Minho here has been teaching me a few more things about cars. Turns out, I do have a knack for it."

Minho nodded, adding, "She's a quick learner. Not only that, she's really got some natural talent behind the wheel."

Han looked at the purple Supra, then back at the duo. "I know, I taught her how to drive. Speaking of talent, whose car is this?"

"Mine," Minho answered with a hint of pride. "Won it tonight. Thought it might look good next to my GT-R."

Han walked over to the car, running his hand along the smooth bodywork. "Nice choice. Seems like you've both joined forces on car racing, huh?" Suggestion slipped in his voice

Shego stepped closer to Han, her voice softening. "Don't worry. I'm safe here. Minho takes care of me, you know I'm learning, growing."

Han gave a slow nod, understanding the unspoken message. "Just make sure you keep your head in the game. Both of you." His eyes met Minho's, a silent agreement passing between them.

Minho nodded, acknowledging the responsibility. "I will, Han. You have my word."

The tension eased as Han leaned back against his car with a lighter vibe. "Well then, I guess we should celebrate your new ride, Minho. And Shego, you owe me a race to see what you've learned.

Shego laughed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Challenge accepted, Hannie. But let's make it interesting. If we win would you let Minho officially date me?"

Han smirked. "Sure, why not. You're on, Go-Go. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're my sister."

The air was thick with anticipation as Han, Shego, and Minho prepared for the race. The makeshift track was the old runway at Haneda, long and straight with a few sharp turns that would test their skill and strategy.

The cars lined up, headlights piercing the night. Han’s black Evo IX sat sleek and menacing, its turbocharged engine purring with potential. Next to it, Minho's newly won purple Supra MK IV had a reputation for speed but was less known for its handling. Shego, now behind the wheel of the Supra, felt the power beneath her hands, her nerves tingling with excitement.

Han gave a nod to Shego, his eyes conveying both challenge and pride. "Remember, Go-Go, it's not just about speed. You've got to feel the road."

Shego smirked back, her confidence bolstered by her brother's words. "Don't worry, Hannie. I've been paying attention."

Minho, standing beside Shego, patted the hood of the car. "This baby's got some tricks up its sleeve. We'll show you."

A little crowd who had gathered around counted down, the tension palpable. "Three... Two... One... GO!"

Tires screeched as all three cars launched forward, the sound echoing across the empty runway.

Han took an early lead, his Evo's all-wheel drive giving him superior traction. He used this to his advantage, pulling a quick slingshot maneuver to get ahead. His driving was smooth, each shift and drift a calculated move.

Shego, however, wasn't far behind. She leaned into the first turn, feeling the car's weight transfer. Minho had shown her how to use the Supra's weight distribution to her advantage, teaching her to initiate a drift by slightly letting off the throttle at the apex of the turn, then counter-steering to control the slide. She executed this perfectly, the car's taillights forming a wide arc of light as she kept the momentum going, closing in on Han.

Minho's voice was heard from the passenger seat, calm and instructional. "Use the handbrake for a tighter turn. It'll unsettle the rear, but we can control it."

Shego nodded, as they approached a sharper bend, she gently pulled the handbrake, feeling the back end begin to slide. She counter-steered, her hands dancing over the wheel, keeping the car's nose pointed where she wanted it to go. The technique shaved off precious seconds, allowing her to nip at Han's heels.

Han chuckled over a little radio Minho had given him, "Nice move, Go-Go. But let's see you handle this."

He feigned a wide drift into the next turn, making it look like he was losing control. Shego, expecting an opening, committed to overtaking on the inside. But at the last second, Han tightened his line, his car's turbo kicking in, propelling him forward with a burst of speed.

"Oldest trick in the book," Han muttered to himself, grinning.

Minho, anticipating Han's strategy, instructed Shego, "Draft off him! Use his slipstream."

Shego caught up, tucking in close behind Han's Evo. The aerodynamic pull helped her close the gap. As they approached the final stretch, where precision would count more than power, Minho's voice was calm, "Now, let's show him the Supra's real power. Shift down, then floor it at the exit of this turn."

Shego followed his advice, downshifting just before the turn, then as she powered out, she floored the accelerator. The turbo lag was minimal thanks to the car's tuning, and she felt the surge of power, the car rocketing forward.

The finish line was in sight, and it was neck and neck. Han, knowing he couldn't outrun the Supra on the straight, attempted to block Shego's path. But she was ready, braking later into the last corner, cutting inside with a precision that made her brother proud.

They crossed the line together, but the crowd's roar suggested Shego had edged out Han by a hair's breadth.

Pulling over, the engines quieted, and Han laughed, shaking his head as he got out of his car. "I guess I owe you more than dinner now, huh?"

Shego hopped out, her face alight with victory and adrenaline. "Looks like I've got myself a boyfriend, thanks to you, Hannie."

Minho joined them, his hand finding Shego's, a look of genuine pride in his eyes. "And you've got yourself one hell of a racer, Han."

Han looked at them, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. "Seems I do. But you won't win the next time Go-Go."

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[committingwarcr1mes]

mitski once said:

“i don't need the world to see that i've been the best i can be, but

i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me”

and now i have to write this.

i really don’t get why people are so superficial about griffith, y’all like “nah, he always was evil vicious callous etc 🙄🙄🙄” and not even trying to look beneath, which is really discouraging because the eclipse arc made it very clear and showed everything in the most obvious way possible.

oh, remark: it’s only about berserk 1997.

so let’s start from afar. “griffith never cared of his people and friends, he easily betrayed them for batman costume 👻👻👻” like WTF?? he DID. he DID CARE. he sold himself to feed and equip his people, and it wasn’t like “he enjoyed f***ing that bearded guy ahshdjsa lmao 😂🤡🤡” (btw i don’t get this crap cause it seems like y’all are so obsessed with rape theme, but while feeling sorry for one victim you at the same time make fun of another. the hypocrisy of this fandom i can’t--). but return to what i’ve started. griffith always cared for his people; he never showed it and never admitted it even to himself, but he remembered everyone who died fighting for him, and i guess sometimes he really blamed himself for that — but again, never admitted it. those scenes weren’t given just for drama or something — these contradictions were always an important part of his character and determined his sight. failure would make victims meaningless. like people died for nothing.

another thing people don’t understand is that griffith never cared only about the power and the fact of becoming the king. people never strive to go on top just to go on top, all our actions are motivated by deeply personal reasons. so i think he really wanted people to follow him, believe in him, attach with his yearning. it always feels good when you see that people like you, need you, rely on you. that is what makes a leader a leader. of course you can say that it’s a selfish and vain wish, but aren’t all people selfish? you always set guts against griffith — so weren’t guts’ wishes and life stance selfish? i think it ridiculous to judge such things.

and now we get to the core — the need for love. love of thousands is pleasant, but in the end humans need something more than that. it’s lonely at the top, as they say. you still need someone to be close to, to trust and rely on. for griffith that “someone” was guts. “ wELL aCtUaLlY hE wAs NeVEr iN lOvE wiTH gUtS 🤓” oh STFU. you didn’t get the homosexual drama, but i did 🤭

and now i’m not going to speculate on was it healthy love or sElFiSh or tOxiC or pOsSeSiVe, i don’t care, you need to get that love can be twisted, sick, destructive, wrong, but it still LOVE. i agree that griffith did use guts for his own affairs, pulled in palace intrigues and etc, but it doesn’t change the fact that he had feelings for him that were able to confuse and mess him up.

“amongst the thousands of comrades... and the tens of thousands of enemies... there was only one man... you were the only one... who ever made me forget my dream” like WHY DO YOU THINK THIS NEEDED TO BE SAID??

their relationships deserve a separate paragraph actually so i won’t drive too deep. all we need to understand is that guts became too important to griffith and it was literally the end to everything he worked for during all those years.

so, guts decides to leave, nothing now can stops him. griffith is messed up and disordered, he’s crushed and isn't really aware of what he's doing. and it is a very good subtext here — he feels rejected, so he goes to charlotte who’s obviously in love with him and has sex with her. it’s a reckless impulse, a moment of weakness, and it leads to the only mistake that cost EVERYTHING. and then griffith is tortured, mutilated and losing even the possibility to talk.

retreat: i find quite interesting how easily he lost that fighting with guts. you can say “well it’s just because guts is stronger blah blah blah etc 🙄🙄🙄”, but i think it was probably about griffith’s subliminal unwillingness to hold someone who’s already decided to give up on him. however…

what is going on in griffith’s head during all these horrible events? guts. guts guts guts. logic chain is simple: he got here because of guts, he lost everything because of guts, guts is the reason for everything he has to pass through now. i’m not blaming guts, but it’s just how griffith was thinking there — which is not surprising, like imagine yourself going through this kind of torture while remembering whom have you been and what you were striving for. all can imagine, but not all can understand.

“and yet… here, in this empty, hollow world… one thing is clear in my mind. him alone… like lightning splitting through the darkness… he appears in my mind so vividly. over and over again like the waves of a tsunami… hatred… friendship… jealousy… frustration… helplessness… affection… sorrow… they all come together into a giant vortex… they pin my fading consciousness down so that it doesn’t slip away. the one who caused this… my confinement in this darkness… will now… become the only chance at survival. when did it happen? this man, whose life was once in my hands… when did i fall into his powerful clutches? and now… in my mind i see him radiating so brightly it pierces in my eyes. guts!” IN BLACK AND WHITE

and this was the moment when love started to turn into hatred; when the pain of abandonment is so strong that it destroys the rest of the feelings. no one made griffith go to charlotte and do what he did, and yet he was so messed up with guts’ leaving that he went and did it. and now he isn’t even able to talk, to walk and to hold anything with his hands. no more fighting, no more winning. no more way to fulfill his dream. all because of guts. and still, affection is living. that moment when guts & co came to save griffith and guts holding him, griffith stretches his arm to touch… or to choke him? guess we’ll never now. however, some kind of hope flared up in him again. guts came back, and probably it will get better…

but oh, it won’t. only worse.

moving on scene when griffith lays in carriage and hears guts and casca conversation on the outside. it’s a VERY important moment that many people overlook, but it is exactly what led to the eclipse events as they are. so, guts is going to leave again and offers casca to join him, casca refuses because she needs to take care of griffith, and when she said that guts decides to stay. with HER. for HER. not for griffith. the story repeats itself, and griffith is still not that significant for him.

and look what happens here. griffith’s people saw his injuries and knew that he can’t lead them any longer. one part of them is going to follow casca now, the other one — guts. they all gave up on him. so did guts. the last one, whose affection griffith desired the most. what is for casca… it is a pretty complicated moment, but a part of the problem here is feel of betrayal. you can think as you wish but i’m considering casca as more like a sister, a fellow, a loyal companion and an assistant to griffith, than a love interest. like yeah, he had a dream where he lives with her taking care of him in small nice house, but… i think it is a question of a habit. we saw two women in griffith’s life: casca and charlotte. charlotte could be a key to power, but i don’t think that griffith wanted to even remember her after the torture. casca, on the other hand, was the one who was near him for quite a long time. she cared for him, supported him. so if griffith needed to give up and live normal life like simple men do, he would choose casca as a partner just because there is now other woman. but at this moment casca took guts away from him. another betrayal. and of course, it starts the jealous.

after overhearing guts and casca’s conversation griffith gathering his strength and drives horses to… somewhere. i don’t think he was fully aware of what he was doing, most likely it was just an another reckless impulse, but he gets into a river and decides to 💀 himself. it was a peak of his despair, but accidentally the red behelit returns to him — and the eclipse starts.

no need to retell, just want to make clear two things: 1) why did griffith betrayed his friends for batman costume 👻👻👻 2) and why he raped casca

moment №1.

besides obviously outlined in the series “he built his way on corpses and he must go on with no regret blah blah blah ☝☝☝” there is a much more important element of disappointment. like yeah, griffith is definitely disappointed about people and affections by this point. he’s not a leader for his people anymore; if they still feel something for him, it’s more like a pity for the cripple. and of course — guts. affection that cost everything, the reason why he appeared in such a position.

so now he has a choice: to sacrifice something that only ruins and ruins and finally get what he dreamt of the entire life, or to choose things that once already destroyed him and live the rest of the life as a cripple even unable to speak. noble are those who chose the second option, but i absolutely and with no doubts understand griffith’s choice here.

so yeah, now griffith chooses the power over everything indeed. he chooses himself and only. good for him <3

moment №2.

the rape. and the reason why that sacrifice was so bloody and brutal. yeah, all the people who appeared there with griffith went through hell right before their death. i don’t think all these sufferings and such nightmares were needed, like just blood & flesh & bone would be enough to give a body to femto, and still it was as it was. why?

it was said that femto will be born on the ruins of griffith’s dream. THE RUINS. so i think there was ruins of his personality either. during the last year griffith survived dreadful torments, the physical pain he suffered is unimaginable, and the trauma that leaves after such horrible events is immense. and it’s not a rare thing when people who survived violence now want to bring that pain to others — to make others suffer like they have suffered. femto is a product of griffith’s worst angles of personality, of darkest things that lived in him. so yes, everyone had to anguish and die the most dire way possible.

same thing is with casca. griffith NEVER wanted to rape her, like WHY WOULD HE EVEN DO, but he was angry and jealous because guts chose her over him. femto soaked it and just did the worst thing possible to avenge. and THE CORE: femto did it in front of the guts, so HE could watch. it was never about casca. only about guts.

idk what to write in conclusion. griffguts completely devastated me. love is an evil thing. never do such 💋

[petvampire]

Idk if you're still taking prompts but if you are I'd love to see some primal play with the cat king and Charles. I need to catch up on your tarot fic btw I adore it but I'm like three chapters behind lol

I’m so sorry this one took so long, it’s definitely been simmering in my head a while and just needed a spark! Also hope you’ve caught up, and hope you enjoyed. 💖

Cat King/Charles primal play. NSFW.

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Charles is a city boy; he’s not much at home in woods and forests, but he still moves through them easily, trusting his ghostly nature and his instincts to guide him. It’s rare he even has reason to be out somewhere like this. Especially without Edwin. Especially when they’re not on a case.

Tonight, he’s here because of an invitation he couldn’t resist.

He and the Cat King have sorted out most of their issues, the serious ones at any rate, though they still tend to disagree on things and needle each other seemingly just for the fun of it. It keeps an interesting heat between them, and they’ve found a number of… entertaining ways to play with that. Thomas is always one to nudge his lovers into new experiences, and despite his initial hesitation, Charles has found that going along with it ends up really well for him most of the time.

So yeah. He’s here because of Thomas, really; because the other suggested he needed to blow off steam in a way that he isn’t quite willing to with Edwin or Monty. He’s still careful with both of them, after a fashion. Charles, though… Charles has always been a fighter. And he can take whatever the Cat King can dish out.

That’s the assumption, anyway.

All right, it’s still a bit odd, being out in the woods knowing he’s being tracked by something animal and supernatural. Usually the things hunting him aren’t so clear in their intentions. It gives him a bit of a leg up, or so he thinks.

He always tends to forget that the Cat King doesn’t play fair.

There’s not the usual burst of violet fire or the subtle chorus of cat’s meows. A sleek, dark figure rushes from the shadows, and Charles has to admit he’s caught totally off guard. If someone had been trying to hurt him, he’d have been utterly screwed.

As it is, the glancing scrape of cat’s claws against his back is so light it’s nearly ticklish rather than painful. Just enough to make him aware of the other’s presence. He braces himself, turns and settles into a fighting stance, hands up. He doesn’t have his cricket bat, of course, because this isn’t really a fight.

That doesn’t mean it isn’t dangerous, though.

Hands are on him before he can think, the weight of a body bearing him down to the ground. He strikes out without thinking, and hears a husky chuckle in return as calloused hands block his strikes, pin him to the ground. He can see the gleam of golden eyes, the faintest flash of a fanged smile. “Not good enough, ghostie.”

It makes a flash of heat roll through Charles, makes him lash out in earnest. He gets one good strike to center mass, earning a rough grunt from the Cat King, but he catches the other, harshly pinning the offending hand against the soil. The hiss that rises on his lips is more animal than human as his other hand wraps around Charles’ fist, with pressure tight enough to hurt if he wanted to. It’s a warning, a threat.

And yeah; usually, he would fight back until his last undying breath. But with these hands on him, these claws pricking at his flesh, he folds, giving in with a slow exhale, tilting his chin up to expose his throat.

A familiar face floats above his own, but there is something foreign in those golden eyes, a distant, wild note that he has never seen before. It sends an honest shiver down his spine, and he sees the Cat King grin at the reaction from his trapped prey. He’s never felt so vulnerable before, not even a few steps away from Death herself. He feels raw and exposed, every inch of his flesh suddenly so fragile.

Thomas bends his head, sharp teeth scraping over the delicate skin of his neck, and Charles whimpers.

He’s prey, he realizes. He’s a mouse in a trap, at best. Because the Cat King has him, well and truly, and he won’t let him go.

And fuck if that doesn’t send a spike of unexpected arousal through him.

A clawed hand traces down his chest, shredding fabric in its wake, and he can’t do anything but shudder at the delicate brush as those claws touch skin. His trousers are shredded in like fashion, and he’s shaking as a sharp point traces oh-so-delicately down his length. He wants to pull away, and at the same time, he wants more.

Even when he looks up, that familiar face is a mask of animal need, of lust and rage and cruelty. The Cat King is showing the basest elements of what he is, and Charles can either run from it, or embrace it.

He meets those cold, glazed golden eyes and flashes a cocky smirk. He’ll never back down, ever - and he’ll also never hold what Thomas is against him. He can take it.

The Cat King snarls, and a hot mouth presses over his own, body pinning him to the ground. A hand snakes between his legs, and Charles muffles a whine into Thomas’ mouth as two fingers push into him, no hesitation, no preparation. He can handle it, though, trying in vain to catch his breath when the other is intent on stealing it.

Magic flickers along his nerves as slick lube presses into him as an afterthought, but he can’t focus on that when Thomas is biting his way down the line of his throat, leaving harsh red marks against his skin. The Cat King’s hands are surprisingly rough as they roll Charles over, push him onto hands and knees.

There’s no teasing or drawing things out, as Thomas usually enjoys. Just a hot body plastered against his back, cock pressing against his hole, shallow thrusts driving him inside. Charles bites back another whine, and the Cat King just buries himself deeper, making the ghost see stars. His hands are grasping almost desperately at the earth and dead leaves beneath them, wanting something to hang onto. He hears a low hiss pressed against the back of his neck, but it sounds somehow pleased, and he can’t help the tiny little moan that escapes him in return.

It’s enough encouragement, apparently. Hips snap harshly against his ass, and the shock of pain-pleasure makes him moan, automatically arching for more.

He can’t help himself when it comes to making his partners feel good.

The Cat King is ruthless, pounding into him, sharp teeth leaving their marks along his neck and shoulders. Claws dig into his hips to keep him still, and Charles whimpers but endures. He’s hard as a fucking rock, too damn close coming untouched, but his whole focus is on Thomas. Whatever he needs, fuck it, he’ll give.

A snarl is buried against the nape of his neck when the feline finally comes, and Charles can smell the blood where claws prick into his skin. He doesn’t so much as ask for a breath - he’s pressing himself back for more, offering himself like a sacrifice beneath the other’s predatory need.

He’ll fight if he wants, oh fucking yes. But if the Cat King just wants willing prey, he’s here for that too. And hell if he doesn’t love either prospect.

[roseartsandfics]

Sephiroth (CC) -- Rose

Here is another Sephiroth artwork from Crisis Core with a rose 🌹 Tbh, I actually LOVED how this turned how. I just love drawing my favorite FF character (or villain lol), especially the FFVII trilogy <3. I’ve been wanting to draw more Sephiroth lately, so here he is I did probably last week (?).

SPOILER ALERT for those who hadn't played Crisis Core and/or Crisis Core Reunion, and the original and the remakes of FFVII of what I am about to say! So be aware of spoils!

I managed to do chapter 8 of CC-R, finally managed to see the Nibelheim Incident, which was an essential, and most shocking event I have EVER seen in my life ever since getting into FF. I hadn't even known that the people that created FFVII to have the most crucial event that probably is popular and shocking at the same time. I hadn't even gotten into that event in the OG and the remakes of FFVII just yet, nor seen the full thing of Last Order, but I did manage to get through it in Crisis Core Reunion. I was NERVOUS of playing that chapter 0_0. My heart was beating fast and my stomach was turning just thinking about it and how I will get through it! (I started to love Tifa's voice, btw :3). Sephiroth’s fall from hero to a threat was INDEED heartbreaking. I feel like he is the victim of Hojo’s experiments and the origins are just heartbreaking. Unfortunately he fell into insanity. I also felt if that wasn't for Hojo, and all the experiments he had done, and what he had done to Sephiroth, and probably the company did this to him as well, none of Sephiroth’s insanity would've happened. And yeah, Cloud killing Sephiroth at the reactor by stabbing him and throwing him into the Mako pit (or lifestream) was hard for me to watch after the battle. It'll be hard and NERVOUS for me to watch that scene from the OG as well along with the backstory from Cloud's POV in the OG and Rebirth. Oh, and that Sephiroth battle… was probably one of those battles that got my blood boiling but loving at the same time for some odd reason. I wasn't even READY for the Sephiroth battle at all, and I hated it, but loved it at the same time. Things I love was his stances and and intros before the battle, but what I hate is trying not to die from every powers he's using. The second phased I don't really like. So yeah, Sephiroth's fall from grace sucked, but will be forever my favorite FF villain ❤️

Alright, that's enough with the long description of my time playing chapter 8 and discussion before I get myself carried away lol. I had the shirtless Sephiroth art with a rose done on this book, but I didn't like how it turned out. So I decided to redraw that piece on my iPad and will display it as soon as it's done :). I'll be playing more Crisis Core soon!

WIP pics:

Sephiroth and Crisis Core - Final Fantasy VII - Reunion ©Tetsuya Nomura, Hajime Tabata, Yoshihiro Hirota, Mariko Sato, SQUARE ENIX and Tose

Artwork ©RosePrincessArts

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: Soho Studio pencils and markers, fine artists pens, gel pen, illustration markers, non toxic alcohol markers and calligraphy pen

[shadow-trickster]

Captain N: Adventures in Smash

Chapter 4

AN: This was written in 2 AM btw. Also, the old fanfics of Captain N: New Adventures that I’ve written in the past few months are now considered prototypes of this fanfic series I’m currently writing. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

A couple days has passed since the day they’ve entered Cyberworld. There hasn’t been much trouble around, leading to the three teens doing things on their own. Most of the time it’s taking care of their families and personal needs, especially with jobs.

Wren is studying and practice driving to get her permit and license, along with working at her family’s restaurant that they own nearly 2 decades ago. Chester is also working at his job, most of which being side gigs like pet sitting and yard work. Melody likes working online but hasn’t gotten herself a job yet.

On Friday night, Wren just got back from work and is currently bored. So to curb that, she decided to call up her friends on Discord.

Wren: Hey guys

Melody: Hey Wren, hey Chester. How’s your day going?

Wren: It was a little tiring. And slow too. We barely got any customers while I wrap some noodles until my aunt took over, which by the way I taught her how to do that.

Chester: Same as always. At least I got some money and energy out while walking dogs.

Wren: Nice, Nice. So anyway, do you guys want to go to Cyberworld?

Melody: Heck yeah. I want to meet up with the actual fighters there, maybe even see the smash house myself.

Chester: Sure. But before that, I made a sort of golden rule here. We must not let anyone know about this. Not even my dad.

Wren: Got it. But if anyone asks about our belts, can we tell them that it’s a sort of fashion thing?

Chester: Yeah. Sure. Whatever floats your boat. Anyways, let’s go.

With a press of a button, the three were then transported to Cyberworld. They then landed onto some ground and in front of them is the Smash House.

Melody: Woah. Cool.

Chester: So this is the smash house. Must be something similar to college dorm rooms at home.

Then they heard a swoosh.

Chester: What was that?

Then they heard it again. And again, and again. Wren became well aware of the sound, similar to that of a bird. More notably, it sounds similar to Pit’s wings. When the time struck, she grabbed the arrow that was aiming towards Chester.

The attacker landed himself on the ground.

Dark Pit: You did good on catching that arrow, for a mere human rookie.

Wren: I knew it was you Dark Pit!

Dark Pit was taken aback by her statement. How did she know his name? That doesn’t matter, all it matters is to win the battle behind these 3 strangers.

Dark Pit: Seems like you know me well. I heard about the conversation that Pit and Palutena talked about you guys, with one of them being the captain’s son coming here to protect us. If one of you truly is the next captain, then I challenge you for a fight.

Chester: I’ll do it.

Wren: Chester don’t-

Chester: I have to

Chester steps up and pulls out the joycon, turning it into a blade. He puts up a stance, getting ready to fight. Dark Pit does the same.

Dark Pit: Oh this is gonna get interesting.

Chester: Bring. It. On.

As they start running up to take hits, a certain angel went in between them, stretching out his arms, and yelled.

Pit: STOP FIGHTING!

Both boys stopped. Pit looked at the two.

Pit: What are you two doing?

Wren: Pit! Look I can explain what’s going-

Chester: *Points to Dark Pit* He started it.

Wren: Damnit, Chester.

Pit sighs, shaking his head.

Pit: Anyway. I’m sure you already knew Dark Pit. But incase you haven’t, he’s a mirror self of me.

Melody: Like your brother, right?

Pit: Something like that, yeah. What are you guys doing here, though?

Wren: We got a little bored so we decided to check up on you guys and meet up with the other fighters. To be fair, we all have personal lives.

Dark Pit was sulking at the back as the conversation went on. He decided to cut in on their talking.

Dark Pit: You’ve gotta be kidding me! My fight with the original captain’s son, or at least he is, has been wasted by you.

Pit: Oh cheer up, Pittoo! You could fight Chester again in an arena or training room.

Dark Pit groaned. Pit turned to the others wanting to show them to everyone in the Smash House, knowing how eager these three teens want to meet them.

Pit: Come on, let’s go inside.

Once everyone got inside, they could see so many fighters in one room. Many of them were talking and hanging out with each other. Half of them were missing, likely because they were in their own rooms. Megaman looked at them as he finished talking with Shulk. He walked up to them in greeting them.

Megaman: Hey guys. What brings you all here?

Wren: Oh y’know, just saying hi to the other fighters. Just recently met Dark Pit thanks to Pit, albeit in an unexpected way.

Pit: Hey Rock!

Dark Pit: …Hey…

Megaman: It’s nice that you met another one of our roster. I hope that everyone else likes you all too.

Melody: Hey Megaman, can you give us a tour of this place. Maybe knowing some stages and other places would be nice.

Megaman: Sure thing. Although it’s a little late at night, however.

Chester: Don’t worry. We’ll be free this Saturday and Sunday.

They all laughed as Dark Pit left the group, not wanting any part of the group whatsoever. Two people walked up to them, Megaman looking behind him.

Samus: So this is the infamous captain's son, I see? I’ve heard about you from a few people.

Megaman: Oh hi Samus, hi Simon.

Pit: Hey Sam, Simon. These guys are Chester, Wren, and Melody. *turns back to the group* Everyone, these two are Samus Aran and Simon Belmont.

Simon: Pleasure meeting you three.

Chester: Nice meeting you too, Simon. *shakes hand* You too Samus.

It was Samus’s turn to have her hand shaken. It truly is a nice and warm welcome for the newcomers, especially if they were fans of the characters and their games. Wren decided to walk around a bit, taking a good look at the place.

Wren: I wonder what comes in store to these worlds, especially to where they came from. *bumps into Little Mac from behind* Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to!

Little Mac: It’s alright. I wasn’t looking but- hey, you’re new here. What’s your name?

Wren: My name’s Wren Chaiya and I came here with these two. *points to Melody and Chester* It’s a long story, and a complicated one at that. By the way, their names are Chester and Melody.

They looked at each other with Wren having in a sophisticated look before breaking down into a laughing fit. Little Mac joining in.

Wren: I thought it’d be funny or cool in my head in introducing my friends that way! *wheeze* Now it just looks so dumb!

Little Mac: Oh c’mon, I think it’s a great way to introduce them! *laughs* I’m Little Mac, by the way!

Wren: It’s great meeting you, Little Mac. It’s just that I want to say hi with everyone in this house. Say, do you think that there could be over 30 fighters in here?

Over in the distance, a couple people are looking at the others talking and greeting each other. One of the persons looking over is non other than Palutena, the goddess the teens met days ago.

Palutena: Seems like they’re getting along well with everyone.

[thedreadvampy]

I'm going insane

the context of this tweet is someone claiming that Guz Khan was fired from OFMD because of his pro-Palestine stance (tbh idk one way or another, obviously something went down and it sucks not least bc I largely started watching OFMD bc Guz Khan was in it and then he like. BARELY was and then got killed offscreen btw season but WHATEVER THAT'S NOT THE POINT)

so the claim this person is making is

in October 2022 nobody in the West was invested in or aware of the Israel/Palestine situation enough to get in fights about it

which I am just. I can't stop thinking about this tweet. guy who literally discovered Palestine exists two weeks ago.

bc like. Palestine is perhaps the single most dominant geopolitical issue of my lifetime. top 10 of my parents' lifetime too. I cannot think of a time where I haven't been aware of it or an even vaguely political space where it hasn't at some point been a topic for discussion.

and even if we contend that ok it's been a niche issue for Jews, Muslims, other Arabs, history and policy nerds, and politically engaged leftists. well boy howdy buddy can I tell you a quick thing about Guz Khan, the lefty Muslim former history teacher who makes comedy about Muslim community issues?

sorry this is such a nothing post it's just

October 2022????

[fideidefenswhore]

What are your thoughts on Jane Boleyn, and the role she supposedly played in the fall of 3 Queens (Anne Boleyn, Anna of Cleves, Katheryn Howard)? Do you think she has been too maligned by historians for centuries, especially when it comes to the relationship with the Boleyns (it seems she got along with Anne)?

Now that I've read both works and compared them side by side, I suppose I would say my stance on Jane Boleyn falls somewhere in between that of Julia Fox and James Taffe ('Somewhere in between' is not, btw, Alison Weir); although closer to the former than the latter. Offering critique of both biographies, I would say that of JF is too apologetic (smoothing out wrinkles that exist in her arguments rather than acknowledging them) and JT is too severe.

Especially when it comes to the relationship with the Boleyns? Yes and no. Obviously she was married to George, she sent him a message of comfort while he was in the Tower, and wore only black the rest of her life, which was quite the potent statement. However, I would allow for the possibility that she potentially, inadvertently implicated him or AB (ie, testimony of hers was twisted to suit the crown's case). This is where I think there are flaws in the arguments of some of her defenders-- they cannot allow for even that possibility and so make claims that disallow it; some of which are untrue. 'Jane was only blamed as a means of absolving Henry in the whitewash of Elizabethan propagandists' is not true. Johannes Sleidan in 1545 claimed that Anne and George died by her 'false accusation'. Sleidan was a Reformer, so he would have been more sympathetic towards the plights of these two than the average person, and would have spoken to others that were as well, but the motivation to vindicate Elizabeth did not yet exist; she was at this point the very unlikely third in line to the throne.

I do appreciate that you said 'got along' with Anne, not 'besties', because...it's possible they were very close, certainly, but we must also allow for the possibility of animosity. The linchpin for the argument of closeness is the report from Chapuys that they 'conspired together' to banish Henry's mistress from court. Was this the precise truth? Considering the source I'm doubtful. Probably there was a lady Henry was serving at this time (although that we never have a name makes the story somewhat suppositious), but did they need to have 'conspired together' against her for Jane to be banished from court (which is what happened instead)? Jane might have merely made Anne aware of her, and Henry finding out that she'd been the source would have been enough for banishment. Or, as was presented plausibly in Adrienne Dillard's fictional rendition, Jane might have dropped hints to Cromwell that this mistress was a supporter of the two exiled and contumacious royal women that were Anne's adversaries, Cromwell might have passed this along to Henry, and Henry might have banished Jane for shattering the illusion that this woman had no independent ambitions or ulterior motives and merely let him hit for the sheer pleasure of his company.

If this was evidence of closeness, and it might be, then we also have to remember that the end result was Jane's banishment from court, and that there is, as JT fairly pointed out, no evidence that any of the Boleyns spoke in her defense, favor, or for her return. It would take an extremely magnanimous person to accept all that with equanimity and not feel any resentment whatsoever. So, if there was intimacy, there might have also been rift.

That leaves the question: enough 'rift' for her to seek vengeance? I doubt that much for all the reasons Fox outlines in her biography, but at the same time I wish there was not this relentless push to only defend women that we assert 'deserve' defense, on the premise they were entirely selfless, accepted every insult with grace, never kept any grudges, never had personal ambitions (the actions she took during the queenships of those you mentioned would suggest otherwise), mixed emotions, or conflicting loyalties; that we could acknowledge that acknowledging the agency of historic women also means acknowledging they were capable of making mistakes.

[mamamittens]

I'm contemplating what to do for Hancock's jewelry and bouncing ideas in my head for the two new Oh Sweet Child requests.

Pending thoughts for jewelry

I'm thinking something like a choker but it's a snake that gently bites the end of its tail. I've long had a motif that folks connected to the RA have a pearl somewhere in their jewelry so maybe the eyes?

Perhaps some scales are gemstones depending on what kinda snake I do though keeping it mostly gold would match with her usual tastes ngl.

Considered a hanging chain from the fangs to a teardrop ruby that is meant to hang between or just under her breasts. I forget if there's a specific name for this but it's usually only done to compliment a plunge neckline or draw the eye to the breasts in general for women--I've never seen this in men's jewelry fashion unless you count dog tags or a ring that is meant to hide under a shirt when desired. Maaayybe 'drops' of rubies down the chain as a sexy intrigue piece that also hunts at how damn dangerous this woman is to get close to.

Okay, so thoughts for Whitebeard's platonic end

I'm not entirely sure on what I'll have for his. Maybe reader has a bad dream (cliche I know lol) and ends up talking to him in a little heart to heart.

Oh! Or maybe reader sneaks out when everyone has passed tf out during a party to try and either escape or get fresh air without being hounded. Idk. Depends on when this takes place cause at the end of Sweet Child they've pretty well resigned to sticking around.

Anyway, party walk, the reader thinks everyone is asleep but as it turns out, Whitebeard tends to be a very light sleeper when on deck and it leads to a soft conversation.

I've tried very hard to not have too much detail in reader's past so it's not specific to anyone--no mention of family or friends--but I have mentioned some vague nothings about "shit choices" implying the marine enlisting wasn't entirely by choice. I didn't have any specific plans for that or secret btw, I just needed something to give the reader a reason to not fold immediately into Whitebeard's crew.

Anyway, I thought it'd be sweet if part of this heart to heart is a conversation about wanting to have a choice in a world that very much doesn't really let you have that. Not knowing what they want to do with their life because they haven't had the ability to put much stock into the future--which is ultimately why they're so passive about their fate despite having a desire to leave.

Which naturally leads to Whitebeard talking about the different reasons he "adopts" his children. The one relevant to the reader is protection and a desire to see them flourish. He didn't seem them out but he knew when they arrived that he wanted them to be apart of his family.

Maybe he suggests they start writing about the many dangerous animals they seem to have a natural ability to charm. At the very least, it gives them an excuse to go after them and well... It's hardly the most dangerous hobby any of his children have picked up Whitebeard adopts feral pirates almost daily he feels kinship at how much reader loves things that could and would rip them to shreds.

And finally Izo.

Izo gives me the most trouble because as far as I'm aware of he's a fan of his guns and he likes cross dressing--if only just in cosmetics and performing traditional Japanese activities that are usually reserved for women like dancing.

I'd need to double check that last part honestly but that's where I'm at right now for understanding his character.

And he hasn't really shown up so I don't have any real basis for his stance on the reader--nor do I have any direction for the request. But I feel like he'd admire the reader not caving into the crew quickly given that it shows they do have dedication and standards.

But I'm pretty lost in bonding for either romantic or platonic senses. At least without getting into conversations about gender which would be difficult to dance around without assigning the reader a specific gender outright.

I know from comments most assume the reader is female and in rather hoping that's because the readers are mostly female as opposed to me missing glaring red "THIS IS NOT A MAN" flags... Which would make me sad cause y'all it's really hard to write some of this stuff without committing to a sex or gender 🥲

But! The point is that from the sounds of it so far, at the very least the reader doesn't typically do any of the cosmetics associated with feminine presenting fashion. So I'd need to be very careful in phrasing to avoid breaking this without talking about "well I'm a dude and dudes don't usually wear lipstick where I'm from" or "I was never a girly girl growing up" cause of the obvious reasons (at least I hope it's obvious).

I'm just not sure what kind of common ground they'd bond over so there's a strong chance it'll be a bit before Izo's comes out, unfortunately.

Perhaps a conversation about duty? And growing last what you'd previously assumed would be your entire life??? That'd be interesting and a unique point only the marine!reader could come from given the drastic difference from marine to full on pirate.

Anyway, I need to sleep now before I completely fuck myself up for work Monday lol

Btw, Melody hasn't been forgotten I just set it down for a moment while I consider how/if I'll drag out the next part before I move Koala into the story.

[aronarchy]

(Note: This is my main, I use the other blog to reblog things when I'm not adding any text)

I want to be clear, what I meant was that, re,

#this is targeted #if you know who I’m talking about you may be entitled to compensation

My tags were specifically referring to the fact that the one specific group he was referencing (the “who”), which is named [******], is racist as well as ableist/eugenicist, so the original group did already include racists, and ironically the “also” wasn’t needed. We have been getting harassed by this group for advocating against their bigotry.

In fact, the original context of the ableist/lookist/eugenicist content we first called out was a certain series of memes which made these types of comparisons (claiming the good side = looks like xyz conventionally attractive ideal while the bad side = looks like xyz conventionally unattractive ideal) also was intended in a racist way: in one of the memes, the “bad,” “ugly” person was also deliberately depicted as Black (“Orc” should be a clue, since “Orcs” is a comparison antiblack racists like to use against Black people, and Tolkien’s original Orc characters were very plausibly built on antiblack stereotypes and epistemology), and elsewhere there were antisemitic connotations tying to “ugliness,” while all of the “good,” “ideal,” eugenic, non-degenerate figures were white Nordic Aryan-ideal “Chads” and the like. They initially, explicitly understood the lookism/phrenology in a racialized way, it wasn’t just coincidental even for the ones in the example (this shows how common racism is and how deeply tied it is to ableism, so much that they will naturally end up overlapping most of the time).

The quotation “our opponents are privileged bigots, btw” refers to the fact that this particular group, in a few ways, tries to take anti-bigotry stances and has constructed its main platform in part on an anti-bigotry goal (although it usually falls short of actually being anti-bigotry even in that way). Some of the eugenicist memes I referenced above not only portrayed the “good” side as white and conventionally attractive and abled and non-“degenerate”/“defective,” but also as non-bigoted, while the “bad” person was the bigot, and bad because of that. This is thus a closer analogy for the OP, which was calling out pseudo-feminist gender-essentialists who also collapse racist, ableist stereotypes with actually being powerful (patriarchal), conflating stereotyping with good feminism and being anti-oppressive when in fact reality is the opposite, the bioessentialism they’re using is oppressive and weakens their claims to feminism and attempts at feminist advocacy. ****** is much more clearly, outlandishly ableist, racist, lookist, eugenicist, and patriarchy-apologist/-naturalizing than average radfems on social media, so this analogy highlights the issue in the bigotry more sharply.

This reply of mine is specifically referring to the people who believe the bs white people used tried to justify slavery. They used physical characteristics to say they’re animals, have small brains, that kind of shit.

These beliefs are still prevalent today, and are very much a problem.

I am aware that these modern white supremacist, ableist/eugenicist frameworks stem from historical justifications for slavery and basically contain the same claims. I was trying to imply that the link is there.

I am always aware that these beliefs are still prevalent today and are very much a problem (****** and others demonstrate that well enough).

They’re also not only the open racists.

For some more context: ****** are not actually 100% avowed open racists yet in the strictest sense of the phrase (I use the term more loosely than some other people would). I meant “open” more like “says racist things in their semi-private chats and says ‘white supremacy is defensible on free speech grounds’ but claims this isn’t technically ‘racist,’” the obfuscating sort of way. They have a major racism problem which crosses heavily with their ableism/eugenicism, of course, but their main guy still (sometimes) pretends they’re not racist, claims our racism claims are false and overexaggerating and that they’re not Real Racists, or that sure there are some ~people with racial ideologies~ in their movement but they don’t mean Everyone there is racist or that that can cast aspersions on the whole org, that it’s just a few bad apples, etc. There’s an adjacent open Nazi group that some of their near-top members are buddy-buddy with that takes zero pretensions at all. But we thought it was clear enough ****** is racist and no excuses can be made that would justify those phrenology memes. They claimed the memes were not about race, that it's okay to post such things because “ugly” or disabled people genuinely deserve it, that it’s not that bad why are you being so hysterical about it, etc. but I’ve been highlighting the deep historical, ideological links between lookism/anti-degeneracy and race science that belie the claims of a politically “neutral” lookism (not that it would be justifiable then either, of course). Unfortunately, there are also some self-styled leftists/radicals/anti-racists nearby who have taken a cue from ****** and also frequently use lookism/ableism to caricature and insult their opponents, and they claim to be anti-****** but still exploit much of the same rhetoric with seemingly no self-awareness—I know it’s not just the obvious or self-aware people who are bigoted and harmful like this.

(This isn’t criticism, a complaint, or intended to be hostile or upset in any way, I’m just adding context for anyone out of the loop so my comments make more sense.)

there is this annoying trend where for example someone will like. reinvent phrenology and someone will point out " you know the nazi's believed in that" and then response they'll go "oh so i should make sure my phrenology isn't racist or anti-sematic!" because they don't understand that assigning physical traits to intelligence or morality is still bad no matter what, not just because "people who i know are objectly bad share those beliefs for the wrong reasons" and this happens everytime.

[neonstatic]

i am bad at taking compliments

i'm not terrible at it. i don't particularly indulge in self-deprecating humour. when i do a good thing, i acknowledge it. i know i am intelligent, i know i do my job well, i know i look cute, etc etc. but sometimes... someone will give me a compliment and i will just. get so mad abt how inaccurate it feels. example: i have a pleasant voice. if i were to apply myself, i'd have the potential for radio work or voice acting. my singing voice? it's quite good. i've got range but no passion. one time i had a regular at work, sweet old gentleman, and he said that my speaking voice was so nice that he could tell i could sing like whitney houston....... it's like he wanted so badly to compliment me that he aimed too high and now, well, i just felt insulted. still do, btw! (ms houston i'm so sorry this stupid bitch talked abt you)

or. one time i was working the donations. i was hot and sweaty, in a plain black fit w my hair in a slick low bun. like, i looked normal but i felt gross overall. and my coworker/friend passes by and says, "ray, you're gorgeous." ,,,y'all. i straight up told him to "fuck off!" jabfakjbb what followed was likely the most confusing back and forth of his life, with him defending his stance that he "just wanted to say smth nice" and me chewing his head off abt it. dw i didn't yell at him. i don't yell <3 i was just. cold and short. bc "gorgeous" out of all the words? i'm cosplaying as a hard-at-work, sweaty steve jobs -- don't call me gorgeous, wtf is wrong w you?

recently, my sister and i were discussing breaking bad habits. she said i was getting better at some of mine and i was downplaying it, giving all kinds of excuses as to how it was getting better bc of outside circumstances (not rly) and then my sister just went, "oh my god! would you stop it, we aren't playing compliment ninja!!" and i was like ok weird analogy but i get it lmao

anyway the reason why i thought abt this is cus this new girl at work told me she liked my fit. i forgot what i was wearing so i looked down at myself and i was so unimpressed that for a sec i nearly forgot to say thank you. cus i was abt to argue w her and thought better.

now why do i act like that? well it's a cocktail combination of low self-esteem and impostor syndrome and the unfounded belief that i am convincing ppl that i'm a better person than i actually am. which is so silly bc i am Hot Shit!!! I Am!!! i'm Tha Bomb! i don't need to convince ppl that i'm cool, i just am cool. and i am pretty and on some days i am actually gorgeous. but it's hard to take compliments bc when ppl give it to me i feel like they mean it as a permanent, ever-present state of me and, like, no i am not consistently good or smart or pretty or handsome or cool. i am too much aware of my flaws to take a damn compliment arghhhh and it's one of the reasons why i've never tried being in a relationship, but that's a post for another time.

in conclusion, i will learn to take compliments. ish. and it's fine if i don't "agree" w them, ppl are allowed to experience me thru their own eyes, even in a light that is too bright for mine

[husbandohunter]

hello! could i please request a fic where the reader isnt confident in their own looks and albedo helps them gain confidence with his sketches?? sorry i dont have very good ideas so you can change it around if you like-

feel free to ignore though ^^

True Beauty [Albedo x Reader]

Synopsis: To the eyes of an artist, there is no such thing as the unsightly.

Genre: Fluff

(A/n): Oh nonnie don't apologize, there is no such thing as bad ideas. This is ART (haha i derived the theme from your ask to this story) oh btw I did both narrative and bullet >.> Wordcount_0.8k

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 • Albedo wouldn't notice how insecure you are with your appearance, frankly he's too busy since they're not what attracted him to you in the first place. 

• (Consider he isn't aware of his OWN attractiveness. This man draws hilichurls for a hobby. Needless to say, appearance is merely just a physical form when his mission is to discover much deeper meanings.)

• But he is very observant. Albedo notices how you'd grab a mirror every 2 minutes and checking if your hair was out of place. Or watching you constantly powdering your face with makeup. It makes him feel….anxious. Like there is something wrong.

• Soon you tell him why and he's just so confused. As much as you both know he doesn't get the concept of appearance, Albedo still dislikes the bad habits you cultivated through your insecurities.

"Starlight, please refrain using these cosmetics from now on, I fear that it may irritate your skin."

• He's not good with emotions thus the only methods Albedo familiarizes himself with are acts of service. Provides alternative remedies such as a soft lotion made of Cryo slime condensates. Women often adorn themselves with precious jewels to feel pretty, uses his alchemy to create multiple for you to wear. Maybe you need some encouragement, a boost of morale. So…why is it that you don't believe him when he says "you look lovely today"

• He thinks of many ways to cure your anxiety, but so far none of them have been effective. Though the chief alchemist will never leave problems as they are. Especially when it comes to your own well-being. 

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If one were to gaze at the world through the eyes of an artist, all they can see is the beauty that carries within.

Within the cracks of ancient ruins as the buildings from old civilizations have long been forgotten. Within the barren wastelands where no life, not even a flower, could bear witness to it's cruel environment. Within the scars hidden deep in human hearts and marring the surface of their fragile skin. Yet despite it all, the artist believes that everything was still so beautiful.

"Are you sure about this?"

And you were no different from his philosophy.

"I don't see the problem. Hold still, you're fidgeting too much," Albedo remarks. He kept himself in a perfect stance with one clipboard balanced between his folded arm. Albedo was in complete focus, silent as if he wasn't there to begin with. The only noises heard were the satisfying strokes coming from his pencil tip and the harmonious sounds of nature sung by the birds and leaves rustling against the wind. 

It flies past your face. You felt strange. So often have you've been covering your skin using powder and pigment that when without them, you immediately thought a part of you was missing. Being this exposed to the naked eye, like having no clothes worn, you couldn't help but shiver when the breeze hits you again.

Though the man called your lover didn't simply leave you as it is. He came to you, asked you, would not take an answer any less than a 'yes'. He tucked a cecilia behind your ear and placed a garland atop of your head, handing you a bouquet to hold before instructing you to sit down as he carries away into his own work of art. Albedo shows his affection in subtle ways being a subtle man himself. Though, as small as they may be, you knew for certain that their meaning was much deeper than what they appear. 

"I'm kind of curious, what is it that you see Albedo? What do you see in me?"

Albedo knew the answer, he always does. Finalizing the last of his detail he tells you the truth, "As alchemist, we strive to create the perfect replica using the basis of life's very core."

You sweatdropped, "…Uh-huh," Where is he getting at?

"Allow me to demonstrate," he takes out a thin branch of a leyline, "Awakening life, breathing new life into fallen leaves. All of this is a process gone through understanding the fundementals derived from organic forms."

"….."

"However we can never capture the same essence of something created naturally," he lets the branch fade away from his fingertips, reducing to nothing but golden dust. Albedo spoke in a tone that was almost distant. His eyes far away, "It's impossible."

You watched the alchemist rise from his stool while making his way to your side. A homunculus and a human. He sat on the soft grass, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position, "Do you believe me now, Starlight?"

Taking the clipboard out of his grasp, you marvelled at his artwork.

"You are your true essence, something no one can take away from you, not even my drawings. To me, that is what I find the most beautiful."

[tousey-mousey]

Thief of Time, like all books, is written in a certain context. Specifically, it was published in 2001 in the UK. Trans narratives were not very common and, when present, were presented mostly as "sad confused people with poor social standing who can be pitied in media" or as "Good Transsexuals(tm)". As someone who was growing up in that milieu, I gotta say, applying late-2000s-American views to early-2000s-UK fiction isn't really fair, which isn't something in this comment but is more something I've seen with wider discussion of this book and many of Pratchett's trans-adjacent characters as a whole (staring unblinkingly at "Equal Rites" discourse). Trans people at the time were like... largely either punkscum icons who formed a foundation stone of grunge, or deep stealth people who would literally leave the country to hide that they were trans. Not a lot of in-between tbh. I vividly recall an early-2000s tabloid article about a trans man having a baby that was LITERAL NATIONAL NEWS FOR SOME REASON, because the idea of an openly trans man like... existing? Was fucking mindblowing to people. Btw his wife was a trans woman, which was also a matter of discussion - and yes, both were constantly misgendered, of course. So, you did not get a lot of people who were openly trans mixing in the social circles Pratchett was in.

I can't find the quote, because current-day transphobes' comments have obscured it, but in... I want to say the late 80s? Pratchett was asked about transsexual (at the time) people and his views on them, by a person who identified herself as a trans woman, in a letter. He essentially said "obviously you're welcome to read how you like into my work and I support you in that. However, I'm nervous about writing characters who touch on those issues because I don't have much contact with your community and therefore I'd be scared of doing you all a disservice by misunderstanding the issues you want discussed". This is me VERY LOOSELY PARAPHRASING a thing I read A DECADE AGO, so please do not take this as gospel. However, I don't recall him ever changing that stance.

He wrote about Wiccans vs old-school "traditional neopagans" (using contemporary terms) in books like Wyrd Sisters and Lords and Ladies because he had personal experience with those communities, those attitudes, and the wider cultural context at the time. He reflected on historical attitudes to witchcraft, the place of women in rural communities, and the complex multi-faceted roles of "witches" in rural and working-class communities because he was well-researched about the current understanding of those fields. In later books, especially ones like Unseen Academicals, which explicitly touched on racism and racialisation (in ways that mirror modern discussions around critical race theory that suggest, to me, that he was reading and learning from critical race theory texts at that time) he only discussed the things he knew, not his rampant speculation. Pratchett never really liked talking about things he didn't feel he understood, because I think he was aware of how impactful that discussion could be and he didn't want to cause unintentional-but-still-serious injury by, essentially, blundering through a topic that required a fine touch.

SO, why the fuck am I infodumping this shit?

Because LeJean isn't meant to be a trans narrative - but we have always been explicitly welcomed by the author to make her a trans narrative if that helps us discuss and understand things.

We have always had the author's blessing to create trans narratives where we want to. However, we also have to acknowledge that it's definitely not INTENDED to be a trans narrative. This actually gives us a lot of freedom to, essentially, compare-and-contrast with other narratives.

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How does this impact on, for example, discussions of the ideas of the abusive family, and the ways that abusive families declare individuality of the child to be a betrayal?

LeJean is at first created, not self-made. She doesn't become "she" until some time after her birth, which is itself an experience that all humans experience. LeJean is "it" for some time; babies typically are. However, at some point, she experiments with an identity. She starts to change how she thinks while presenting a mask of conformity with expectations; then, she changes how she acts while presenting a mask of concession to demands. She, at some point, directly disobeys her instructions.

This parallels how children leave abusive homes. They form an identity that does not align with their parents' expectations, and then that identity drifts further while they attempt to first realign it, and then to conceal it. They are scared and unable to function independently, but the more they can act on their own terms the more they can do things other than what's expected of them. Eventually, they simply leave, directly doing things that their abusive parents will declare to be a betrayal.

This results in both our fictional example and a real world person feeling that they are hurting someone who demonstrably does not care if they hurt her back. LeJean is facing a cartoonishly bad force that clearly has to be stopped, but she still is a person with like... empathy? And that sucks! Because the people hurting you don't have empathy for you, but you still feel bad for the things they say purely to hurt you.

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Is that intended by the author? Probably not. Maybe? Probably. Certainly. Certainly not. Who fucking knows or cares?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is that I get to discuss it and use it to explore an issue. We all do.

Do we get to make LeJean a trans narrative? Absolutely. Was it intended as one? Who fucking cares. Nobody who matters, that's who.

Make my chocolate-loving bitch a transfem metaphor, because we definitely should do that, it's great and I love her. Anyone who says she "isn't meant to be one" misses what the fuck literature analysis is about.

while the ending is obviously really sad, i’m surprised that lady lejean from thief of time isn’t a more common talked about trans narrative. a genderless evil blob suddenly tasked with being a human woman who becomes so enthused about performing femininity and having her own individuality she second guesses and fights against the status quo that says she can’t do that is very trans i think

[rollychan]

Okay, turns out I have more to say about the first Loki series episode already.

But first a preface/disclaimer: 1) I welcome all opinions if they’re stated respectfully / without any insulting of or jibing at others or other groups of fans (I mean it, any “some fans *rollyeyes*” will get you a swift block and Idgaf which side you’re on, I have no time for that bullshit) 2) I am a mere unintelligent trashcan of a person and also my native language isn’t English so excuse me if my thoughts here aren’t deep or intelligent enough or thought through. They are my own, though. 3) These thoughts will NOT be very organized. I apologize in advance.

Thoughts under the cut.

The TVA and Dystopian Themes

The first point I’d like to make is that the first episode gives me major classic dystopian vibes just set in a very bureaucratic world. I will explain why:

1) The fact that Loki is arrested for time crimes he wasn’t even aware he is committing and that are decided on by some mysterious few authorities nobody ever seems to see.

Let me expand on this. It feels very much like it’s another powerful dictator-like power, like Big Brother from 1984, like the ten world leaders from Brave New World. They dictate how things should be. They decide on exactly the one timeline that they allow to exist and any variance from that is punishable by death. In 1984, you had the Thought Police and an arbitrarily chosen enemy you had to hate that changed from time to time and everyone had to follow those changes, in Brave New World, it’s a bit trickier, but basically, people were genetically modified (was it before birth? I can’t quite remember that well the details of it) and pre-determined to be in one of three (or four? it’s been years if not a decade+ since I last read the book) classes by deciding on their intelligence and other factors. Pre-determination, rigid behavioral rules, no straying from the decided upon social norms. That’s what they all have in common. Not to mention the brainwashing. “War is Peace / Freedom is Slavery / Ignorance is Strength” anyone? The TVA might as well get such a slogan for themselves. The people working for the TVA all seem very brainwashed. The guy at the desk that stowed away the Tesseract grew up behind the desk, for godssake, he doesn’t even know what a fish is. Just like people in Brave New World are brainwashed from their birth.

“A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.” (Brave New World)

The TVA, like the people in the Brave New World, want there to be no conflict (forced happiness is the thing in BNW). They believe in what they do, and Mobius is actually very much a product of that. He believes he is doing the right thing. He believes that getting a Loki variant on his side will solve the problem the TVA are facing with the other Loki variant they are chasing. He will do anything for this goal, but he does have a different idea from the other characters we have met so far. They don’t think a Loki variant will help, but they are still all working towards the same goal.

And, I mean:

“You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. We shall turn you into gas and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you; not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed.” (1984)

I get major 1984 vibes here.

(I do think that Mobius might change his stance towards the TVA throughout the course of the series and I think he’s an interesting character to follow. But in the beginning, he’s still wholly entrenched. Him having a different opinion from the rest of the TVA does look like some foreshadowing though.

I have seen some people say the TVA is framed positively, which I respect as their opinion, but I don’t agree. I have seen nothing that cements in stone they’re the good guys here (there are some scenes I view as neutral and Mobius’ introduction I view as framing him as not totally evil, not the whole TVA as good). If anything, I get the feeling they are very powerful dictators and Loki caved because he realized how powerless he truly is there. But I guess that could be just me.)

2) Nothing is explained to Loki. There is no instance that acts in Loki’s defense. In fact, from what we have seen, there is usually no way anyone accused of time crimes can influence the court verdict. It is entirely one-sided and pre-determined unless someone from the TVA wants them alive.

Like, that is a major indicator of something being very very fishy here. No one who has a shred of morality will think that is just. Everyone accused of a crime has the right to a fair process, to a defense, to an appeal. Nothing about this process is fair. Everything about this process screams dystopia to me.

Loki isn’t even treated with dignity like every fucking criminal still has a right to in democratic countries. Getting the clothes lasered off without a warning? Would be a major human rights violation. Getting dragged left and right and dropped through floors? Major human rights violation.

This is, partly, played for laughs, but also not entirely. Loki does realize how little power he holds in that place and that moment is played seriously. It’s dictatorian, it’s unjust, it’s rigid.

3) People are arbitrarily erased / killed (”reset” is the term they use, I believe? When they use those glowsticks?)

For things like refusing to take a ticket and then having no ticket. When nothing is explained to them before.

The court process is a joke. It’s a farce, they go through some (not even all) standard motions of court preceedings but there is 0 chance for the accused to win. It’s all an illusion, as Loki so correctly points out. Nobody questions it but him, but it very much is all an illusion, a mask for the dictatorship underneath.

I’m, like, 80% sure the ticket bs is there so they don’t have to deal with everyone and can get rid of the annoying variants before they ever reach the “court”.

Basically, I think the TVA are supposed to be dystopian. It fits right in. (There is so much more in my brain but currently I lack the words to express it)

Loki and Continuity

The first half of the episode feels very over-the-top. There is so much over-acting going on with Tom Hiddleston that I don’t understand. He feels incredibly OOC in that first half (save for a couple moments, perhaps). The panicky fumbling for the ticket after he saw another variant being “erased”? That’s so much NOT Loki it’s not funny. I can overlook the thing about signing the papers that are supposed to be “everything he ever said” but some things are so OOC they are not even in the same universe as Loki’s original characterisation (of the T1 & Avengers 1 Loki) is anymore. That ticket fumbling moment, for example.

They did go over basically all his life in that scene with Mobius (though Mobius was absent for a bunch of it). Those emotional moments were raw and IC, in my opinion (the way he reacts to his own death - btw, anyone reading this before watching the episode: they show the IW death scene and while the moment he dies happens while the camera shows Loki’s reaction to it, you can still hear the audio of it, so beware!) I think that moment he breaks down is well-done. And it’s in that vulnerable state that Mobius finds him and gives him the final manipulative push to tell Mobius what Mobius wants to hear.

If they pick up on these themes - the dystopian dictatorship that the TVA are in reality and Loki having to come to terms with never being able to turn back and freedom vs. determinism (chaos vs. rigid order?), it can turn out to be a decent show.

I have way more thoughts but I’ve already spent way too much time on this so here you go.

[void-inked-pen]

Cowabunga! Its 2012 Mikey VS Rise Mikey Fighting Time~

This post might get a bit long because I wanna put a lot more into it instead of making 3 separate posts. So this will have 2012!Mikey’s fighting analysis and comparing it with Rise!Mikey.

SO! let me just say, I have to analyze them differently from the others. What I mean is, the way Mikey fights in all versions is mainly by instinct and tends to be all over the place. He’s a free fighter, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have some technique.

The Nunchuku is a very dynamic weapon. it requires you to have spacial awareness at all times, especially if you use 2 Nunchucku like Mikey. there’s only one move specifically I’ve never seen Mikey in 2012 do and that’s a closed Nunchuku punch which adds twice the force to a regular punch.

The Nunchucku are also symbolism of freedom and creativity. Wonder why our orange boy got this particular weapon? hmmmmm...

Training with Nunchuku is actually quite intense. Just like the Bo staff, you’re prone to hit yourself... a lot. It’s one of the few weapons that move through the air and require very specific movements. (Rise Mikey can’t even do it)

Nunchucku are actually considered part of the Iron Body training regiment, it makes you tough. When you use a Nunchucku you’re using a very specific set of muscles that most athletes, martial artists, or weight training individuals don’t use too often. These include your ribs, arm pit and other side muscles that are weaker than the rest of the body.

Compared to his brothers, Mikey in 2012 would have the strongest/toughest side muscles and upper arms. Both Donnie and Mikey’s weapons are prone to hitting themselves so both of them would get tougher the more they practiced... too bad the show never showed that strength huh?

2012 Mikey tends to do what martial artists call, “Juggling”. Which means flashy moves that just throw around the chucks and don’t have any practical use. Personally, I think Mikey doing that is actually okay. it fits his personality. from a fighting standpoint tho, you’ll be prone to loosing your weapon.

Also like Donnie, 2012 Mikey has to have extremely good balance. A solid stance and fluid control help our energetic Boi do crazy flips and control his otherwise out of control Nunchucku. It helps that 2012 Mikey uses b-boy moves when fighting. break dancing is actually a very practical way to learn how to hold your own weight and move more freely.

Now, let me talk about 2012 Mikey’s Kusari-Gama (Chain Sickle). Did you know this weapon in particular is meant for assassination? You use the weighted chain side to pull your target towards you and the sickle to quickly slit their throat/decapitate them... Kind of a um... Intense weapon for Mikey which honestly makes him quite scary (ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS PART OF HIS ARSENAL IS HIS MOST REFINED MIGHT I ADD).

There’s only a slight difference between 2012 Mikey’s Kusari-gama and Rise Mikey’s Kusari-Fundo (weighed-chain). Obviously aside from the fact that Rise Mikey’s Kusari-Fundo has pyro abilities.

While Rise Mikey tends to focus on long distance, 2012 Mikey is close and mid-ranged. Let me explain, 2012 Mikey doesn’t really have a super long extendable chain. Where as Rise Mikey’s can extend exponentially!

From what I’ve seen so far (Im currently watching season 2 now), 2012 Mikey doesn’t use his Kusari-gama all that often. And unfortunately, whenever 2012 Mikey DOES show his stellar fighting skills, it’s always when he’s on the sidelines. Never when he’s the central point of an episode. This makes it hard to watch for Mikey at least because they use him as the butt end of a joke more often than not and he’s never really allowed to be serious or have a cool focal point on some crazy fighting maneuver.

The show doesn’t give him the recognition he deserves with his fighting prowess. He’s the most naturally gifted at martial arts IN CANON, but yet they don’t let him show off that skill all that often. I’m speaking from personal bias now because I wish the “B-team” got more appreciation. They are as good if not better than the so called “A-team” who, btw, DON’T FIGHT CORRECTLY! (and I’ll get into that later)

What I wished 2012 would do with Mikey, is let him be free. Let him fight creatively and not have him seem like a complete idiot. Just like Donnie and the rest of his brothers, he should be close to a ‘Master’ in skill level. So why the show didn’t feel the need to use him more effectively outside of a joke is beyond me. (If you want a show that has a comedic character who has serious moments and is done well: look at the ORIGINAL Teen Titans. Beast Boy’s arc is one of the best)

Anyway, hope this analysis was something worth reading. I won’t make a Rise Mikey fighting analysis post cause... this one kinda talks about it already. They both are creative and dynamic. what’s more to say?

I’ll link my previous analysis posts below. Thanks for reading!

How 2012 Donnie’s Fighting Is Incorrect

Difference between 2012 Donnie and Rise Donnie’s Fighting Skills

Rise Donnie Fighting Analysis