#his whole domain thing is so cool too

[trashyspud330]

Sketched Higuruma for a pal! ^^ ⚖️⚖️⚖️

[softmangoes]

13 moons | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only | for @velvetburnt

i. the first time that the wraith senses you is when you step into the lake, shivering at the cold nipping at your skin. even meters deep in the rubble and the ruin, he can feel the familiar shape of your soul separated from him by rock and water and far too much time. he places a palm against the weathered stone, longing.

ii. when the veil that separates your world from his thins, the night bathed in red, he roams the streets searching for you. in life, the both of you were inseparable. in this undeath, there is a faint line tethering your souls together woven by the hands of fate and weathered by time. just before the dawn sun rises, he finds you sleeping in your bed. his mouth curls into a gentle smile, relieved. he trails a pale finger along your face before he departs.

iii. each visit, he grows stronger, more corporeal. perhaps his longing for you has only emboldened the horrible gifts that have been bestowed upon him. perhaps he has endured far too long without you in his arms. or perhaps he is hungry and he must feed.

iv. when he successfully lures you into his lair, pulling on the tether connecting you to him like a fisher with their line, he cannot help but hold you in awe. "finally," he breathes, voice sonorous as it reverberates throughout the ruined temple. "we are together again."

v. there is fear in your eyes, but fear is a fleeting thing - a temporary inconvenience in the face of so much time. love is eternal, enduring. do you understand, droplet? he would never hurt you, but he is so very hungry. his tentacles kiss your skin, their bruising suckers coaxing moans from your sweet mouth. oh, how he's missed the taste of you. he slips inside you. oh, how he's missed your warmth.

vi. to his surprise, you come for him next. "i know you're here," you say, skin dripping from the dive. your voice echoes throughout the rubble and while he can see you, the veil is too thick for him to manifest. "i know that it wasn't a dream." there is hunger in your eyes, an ache as fathomless as his. ah. so you've been thinking about him, then. the blood moon is soon. he cannot answer you now, but he will then.

vii. you do not struggle. at least, not against him. when you enter his domain, your eyes clear for a moment. "i know you," you say, beholding him. for a moment, he feels self conscious. he has changed so much since your souls last embraced. do you find him monstrous in his undeath, he wonders, with his many limbs and endless tendrils? do you find him horrible, with his teeth and tongue aching for you? will you shy away?

viii. you do not. instead, you wrap your arms around his cold neck and tangle your fingers in his pale hair. his many hands caress you gently while his lips lock with yours. he can taste your desire, your ache, your fear, your confusion and he eats them whole. the waves chew and all will make sense in time.

ix. the tentacle inside you thickens, making the walls echo with your whine as your pleasure crests. in life, he had only ever dreamed of touching you like this. in this undeath, he can listen to the siren song of your need for him forever. the wraith lifts your body high in the air, tentacles wet and writhing around you, so that he can bring his mouth between your thighs. his tongue is long and cold and it does not take much effort to make you shiver.

x. "i will take care of you, droplet." his voice is sweet, echoing like a long-lost song within the confines of your mind. when you kiss him, you taste the coolness of the lake's water lapping at your skin. "we will never part." the specter holds your hips in his large hands and sinks inside you. you gasp at the pressure, the stretch, but his other hands rub tenderly at your nipples and his mouth is so gentle against yours. you let the tide take you.

xi. "i have dreamed of this," he says. so have you, ever since the first night he took you. at first, you were frightened, terrified of your limbs moving on their own accord, but somehow, it all made sense when they brought you to him. somehow, deep down, you knew that you were where you meant to be. you rock against him, his mouth swallowing your moans as he fills you with the need you've been longing for your entire life.

xii. "who are you?" a pair of glowing blue eyes flick to yours. "i am who i have always been," he says, trailing his fingers along your skin. his touch is cool, like the waters of the lake, but not cold. you are both lying together on a bed of dried reeds and his many tentacles. you roll over to straddle his massive form. his gaze roams the expanse of your body and his eyes darken with a hadopelagic hunger. you brace your hand against his torso as you rub against his length. his tentacles wrap around you and his lips part in ecstasy, giving you your answer. "i am yours."

xiii. the night has ended far too soon. in his undeath, time is all he has ever had, but the next moon cannot come quickly enough. he sets you back in your bed and already he misses you. can you feel it, he wonders. can you feel his tendrils wrapping around the edges of your soul to claim you as his in the lifetimes to come? they taste the need within you. they taste the hearts that have softened yours. but alas, dear droplet, he has nothing but time. others may hold your affection, but there is no love as unrelenting, as inevitable, as the tide for its shore.

[overly-verbose]

It’s not much but it’s honest work, trying to draw on a 8 hour flight never results in good final work, but god does it make laying shit out at the beginning interesting. always for the shits and giggles.

Probably gonna do other mini pieces in between since this will probably take a while.

With that in mind, perish by my hand

(I eat dry wall with much enthusiasm when re-reading your fics. I am 50% dry wall, 50% malice, and 100% throwing hands)

*stares*

"Not much work" they say

Meanwhile, I say;

*nyooms around happily, going a bit insane at the amazingness of this*

SHAJWJJSJ THANK YOU??? That's- amazing???

Such a beautiful, beautiful and utterly hilarious piece of work, truly 👀👀👀👀🥺

The four first more serious-looking frames are- woah!! You drew SIkuna so cool!!! Jsjwjwjsj

(and you gave him, amongst other things, the slightly pointed ears!!! That fits so well in this artstyle!!! Yay!!! :DDD)

The rest is just- *chefs kiss* as well absolute PEAK of a shitpost (100% Appreciative use of the word)

(I mean the Whole is a beautiful high-effort shitpost but you know) lmfao,

SIkuna's expressions are Hilarious (the little dots of Red in im his eyes at the end lmao, my guy is PANIK-) and the way Yuji appeared in the Domain in thE FAMILY GUY DEATH POSE MADE ME CACKLE LMAO- 😂😂😂

I am already absolutely Amazed, and looking forward to both the mini pieces (although you're of course not obligated to do those at all (and neither are you to do the bigger one ofc, it's 100% up to your own want and I appreciate it greatly 🥺🥺🥺🤗🤗🤗) and the finished thing (*explodes from joy*)

I'd gladly perish by your hand for this ngl, and just overall thank you so much!!!!!! :DDDDDD

(also, I hope you don't mind, but I screenshot the frames and would like to include the screenshots so that everyone can see their beauty in full;

(this took way too many tries but they're worth it lmao- (forgive the imperfect cropping of them in places pls)))

[skunaskitten]

(i was lazy with the photo cover but his reaction in this is valid)

Holloween Party

Paring: sukuna x female reader

Contains: smut, fluff, teasing and mocking sukuna

Summary: Yuji had invited you to a holloween party event with the rest of the group. Since there was a costume dress up, you wanted to do the best thing you can think of. Dressing like the king of curses. You later find out how the king himself thinks of your attire.

You were so excited for this party that Yuji had invited you to. Even though you did not like parties you did like Halloween and yuji. But the reason why you liked yuji was because you had a crush on the king of curses. 

 Sometimes when yuji was asleep you would go talk to sukuna instead. He said many terrible words and threats to you. The more time you spent with him, the more he became closer to you and actually liked talking to you, hearing your thoughts on the world.

 He loved the way you teased itadori calling him a brat and how you always knocked him on his ass when training. It made sukuna laugh while sitting on his bone throne or just laying around in yuji’s head. 

 Now here you were dressing up in your most greatest idea of a costume you could ever think of. It made people feel fear when gazing at the king or even hearing of him. You chuckled and smiled putting on the last mark on your face and laughed with excitement. "Yes! It's perfect they are going to freak out."

 Everyone was in the banquet room of the school waiting for you as they stood around talking and eating. Yuji began to worry as he looked at the time on his phone and frowned. "Where is she?" 

He worried that you might have changed your mind. "Hey Megumi, I am going to her place to see if she is alright." Megumi waved him off saying whatever. Yuji walked to the front door and opened only to get startled and yelled. 

 Gojo had walked over hearing yuji then saw what he yelled for as he slid down his sunglasses with a smirk. Yuji stepped back as you smiled with open arms saying " what is there something on my face?" You stepped in as gojo laughed saying "you look better than sukuna himself." 

 As you walked past them and headed into the party everyone stopped to look at you with their mouths dropped open and stayed quiet.

 You looked close enough to the king himself, just female. The copy of tattoos on your face with the extra drawn on eyes of his. The white kimono just like his with his shoes and the tattoos around your wrist. What topped it all off was the pink you had put in your hair. "Hello brats." 

 Through the whole party you were the talk of the night. You looked at everyone's  costumes for the party. Gojo was going to come as himself but yuji and the others said no. So they drew extra eyes on his face to make six. Nabora came as a devil, with horns, a pointed tail and pitch fork wearing a skin tight black clothing. Megumi was forced to be a werewolf. Yuji and nabora bought him the outfit with spike collar, ears and a tail, he didn't look too happy. 

 Panda was supposed to be a normal panda bear so he carried a bamboo stick. Maki was dressed as a samurai. Toge was dressed like a frog. Todo a bull with fur pants and horns. The best for last was yuji, dressed in a tiger onesie. You admit he looked really cute in that, as you smile at his shocked expression from seeing you. 

 Throughout the night everyone was commenting on your dress up as sukuna. No one hasn't really seen the king of curses in his domain dressed in his kimono. But you let them understand sukuna does wear a kimono and you have seen it only once. 

 You were at the food table getting snacks stuffing your face just as you looked over seeing Yuji watching you. When you looked at him you noticed one of the slits under his eyes open. The little red eye staring at you then closed. Yuji rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey sorry sukuna wanted to see you. You look really good by the way. Like really cool. Better than sukuna." He chuckled as you giggled then slipped a hand into the kimono saying "I appreciate your efforts of flattery brat. But not enough to seduce me. Gambre gambre." Yuji looked at you surprised then started to laugh. 

 After a few hours at the party you thought enough was enough for tonight so you walked back to your dorm room with yuji beside. The both of you walk close together talking and laughing. When you entered your room, having you back to Yuji, you heard him grunting. You looked over seeing him hunched over and concern filled your face. "Yuji you alright?" 

 He raised up, closing your door with a slam and you gazed at the tattoos on his face and four red eyes.

 "Sukuna!?"

  He smirked and said "brat. You think it's funny to mock me." 

"No but admit it, I look better. Who knows maybe I am the real king of curses." You held up two fingers and moved them in ways if you tried to slash him. Sukuna crossed his arms raising and eyes brow staring at you. You sighed then walked over to him and pressed yourself against his body. "Hey sukuna, you look cute in the tiger outfit even more with your tattoos out." He growled then quickly ripped it open revealing him in only his underwear. Your eyes roamed over his body seeing the muscle and tattoos.

 He grabbed your hips staring at you with a smirk "so now that I am here how about I show who the king really is." You smirked back at him saying "gambre gambre." Sukuna growled then said "strip." "You dare demand me." Sukuna let out a sigh then grabbed your jaw between his fingers and leaned down. Not realizing what he was doing until your felt his lips against yours. 

 Your lips pressed against his and reached behind you to untie the back of the kimono and stripped it off. No one knew that you got close to sukuna and developed feelings for him as he did with you. Yuji only knew of this since he is the vessel for sukuna he had to know. Sweet as yuji is, he kept it a secret when he came back mid kiss with sukuna. You freaked out and began to cry to him not to tell anyone only because yuji cared for you and liked you as well. He kept his mouth shut.

 Sukuna pulled away from you to look at your body seeing you only laced bra and panties under that kimono and more copy marking of himself across your body. 

"I do see, little one not so bad at copying me. But not as good as how I look." Your eyes went to sukuna’s body as he smirked.  "Yea you see that sweetheart, the look in your eyes. You wanted to be a little slut didn't you. Wearing nothing underneath that kimono. Just waiting for me to come to you." 

 "Sukuna, please take me." You leaned more onto the bed and spread your legs. He chuckled and leaned over your body then pushed his hips against your. You could feel his cock rubbing against your clothed folds making you whimper. "Huh what happened to that snarky attitude sweetheart? Now you are whimpering like a whore." You gave him a slap on his chest hearing the smack echo in the room. "Don't talk like that to me punk." 

 Sukuna chuckled then brought his lips to your neck and sucked on your precious skin. He opened his mouth to lick the bruises he left and took a soft bite to your skin and raked his teeth across your neck. You let out a moan wrapping your arms around his neck and arched your body against his. Sukuna chuckled as you felt it rumble through his chest. 

 You needed him even after all he does to your friends, to yuji and the world you could not help but to see another side of him. The other side that just needed someone to care for who he is. 

 You slightly pushed him away unblinking your bra letting your breast spring free in his face then wiggled out of your underwear. spreading your legs back open for him to view your glistening flesh.

 "Look at that so wet and dripping for me already. It's been so long since I've been inside a woman. I am giving you a warning now, I might get a little rough." Sukuna removed the rest of his clothing, his cock spring up stiff and the pink tip leaked with pre cum. Your eyes stared at it, seeing the black markings across his shaft. A smirk formed on your lips into a smile with a giggle. He raised an eyebrow and said "what are you laughing at punk?!"

 "It's a turn on to see your cock with markings. Pretty sexy." Sukuna  scoffed, grabbed your wrist, moved them above your head and held them there with one hand. His eyes trailed over the drawn on marking across your chest then looked to your eyes. He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself then slid his tip across your folds. Starting to circle your clit with his tip smearing his cum across your folds. You whimpered more and bucked your hips while your fingers tried to scratch at his hand holding your wrist down. 

 "Sukuna please, I need you."

 "Look at that got you begging for the real king of curses. What is it you want darling this?" He slid just the tip into your entrance feeling you trying to clench around it. "Yes, my king give it to me please. Nothing will ever compare to you." You begged for him, hearing his chuckle. "As you wish my queen." 

 Sukuna snapped his hips forward pushing inside of you making you moan out loud. "Now darling you have to be quiet. The others will hear you." He removed his hand from your wrist then clamped it over your mouth as you felt lips on his palm and a tongue lick your lips. You parted your lips letting the tongue on his hand slip inside your mouth. You hummed against his hand battling the tongue as he started to move his hips, sliding all the way inside you till the base of him.

He let out a heavy groan feeling the warmth of your walls around his shaft and smirked on how you took all of him. When he started to slowly rock his hips you felt his thick cock sliding back and forth inside of you, feeling your walls tight around him. 

 "That is a good girl. Taking me so well already. Fuck your tight. You like to feel my fat cock inside you." You hummed against his hand, making out with the mouth then he pulled it away leaving a string of saliva from both mouths. Sukuna grabbed your hips with a tight squeeze and looked at you with a devilish smile. 

"Don't scream too loud darling."

 As you felt his finger tips dig into your skin as he held you in place with every hard thrust. You gazed at his abs seeing them flex with every thrust then looked up to him, your cheeks flushed. 

"Sukuna more please, deeper."

 Sukuna grabbed your legs and swiftly lifted them to his shoulders and bent you in half. Feeling the new angle made your heart flutter and pussy tighter around him. 

"Yea you like that slut. Hmm tell me who do you belong to?" He pounded into you harder and deeper, hitting your good spot over and over. "Sukuna, I belong to you my king!" Your hands went into his hair and trailed them over his shoulders digging your nails into them. "That is a good girl. My queen. Now let me give you more of what you need."

 His thrust got harder rutting into you feeling your walls tighten his lips latched to your neck sucking and biting. "Yes sukuna right there don't stop!" Your heavy breaths mixed with his grunts as he clawed into your pillow. You know it's been many years for sukuna. So you let him have his way with you beside you enjoying it. His powerful hips rocking your body hearing the bed creak under the two of you. The sound is sex filling your dorm room.

 Sukuna continued to thrust, feeling your wet warm walls squeezing around his cock. "Fuck darling tell me where you want it?"

 You bit your lip, laying your head back and moaned. "Inside me sukuna I want to feel all of you inside me." He chuckled and said "oh dirty girl wants seed, wanting me to fill you up and make a baby in you with the brats cum." 

 You moaned, feeling a pleasure build in your womb as you latched onto him squeezing around him. "Sukuna..I can't hold it." "Let it out my queen. Cum for me. Show me that you're a good girl."

 You yelled out his name, creaming around his cock as he pounded out your orgasm and found his release. Groans of your name filled your ear and painted your velvet walls white. He stopped his thrusts to look at you and smirked. "Don't get tired of me no my love I am not finished with you yet. I will show those sorcerer brats who you belong to." When he pulled out you saw his cock covered with a sheen of white and still stiff. "Let's see if you can handle me darling. I will let you be on top this one time. Don't make a habit."

 Sukuna laid onto his back as you smiled and climbed over him and sat down on his cock feeling it go into you slowly inch by inch. "Too slow brat." He grabbed your hips digging claws into your skin and slammed you down onto him. You gasped out a yelp mixed with a moan then started to roll your hips. "Bet the brat is enjoying the view, probably making a mess of himself." 

 He thrusted up into you hard and with each thrust you could hear the smack of your juices leaking around him and the air being forced out your lungs. He kept a hold of your hips hard, it was going to leave you with bruises later. You didn't care you wanted him to mark you. You wanted the world to know that sukuna did have a soft spot for you.

 Sukuna bucked his hips up watching your breast bounce with each pound of his thrust. Moans and heavy breath escaped you while bouncing on top of him and dug your nails into his wrist. Feeling yourself close you laid your head back chanting his name as sukuna smirked. "Are you my good girl?!" "Yes, Sukuna, I am your good girl!" 

 He chuckled, feeling you ride him and bounce on his cock, the way your walls clamp around him and creaming. "Ahh yes cum darling, lose control on your king." He rutted up into you releasing his seed deep inside you for the second time as you yelled out his name not caring about who hears you. Sukuna pounded your orgasm while you pressed your hands onto his chest and looked at him breathing hard. When you looked at his face you smiled at him then pulled yourself off his cock feeling everything come out of you. Your body laid limp on the bed beside him catching your breath. You noticed his body had smeared of black ink across his skin from the markings you put on yourself, they were also smudged across your body. Sukuna eyed the love bites he left on your neck and shoulders. You looked over at him and smiled then nuzzled against him making him groan and roll his eyes.

 "I am not here to cuddle you. I just needed my release." You smiled and hid your face in the crook of his neck saying "you are still my king sukuna just know I will be here later if you need me." Sukuna smirked saying "I know my queen you can not escape me now."

 Sukuna swapped back with yuji after you fell asleep leaving the boy in shock to see both your naked bodies against each other. Yuji had a deep blush covering his cheeks as he stared at you then placed your blanket over you. Sukuna forms his mouth on yujis hand, chuckling and says "you are welcome brat, but don't get any ideas y/n is mine." 

Ahhh imagine dressing up like him just to see his reaction. I done it before dressing like him and the kimono is so comfy i see why he wears it.

[slugtranslation-hypmic]

All the fling posse song snippets are out !!!

👀 The Fling Posse snippets are all out now!! :D Ramuda sounds so happy I cry TwT

Hey! Any thoughts on the Fling Posse solo previews? Love hearing your opinions on the trailers and getting some neat tidbits of insight into the lyrics/motifs.

Thanks for the messages! Let's go check 'em out.

One and Only

(8 seconds in) Ramuda's saying "Let's go" too

(41 seconds in) Ahh!

(48 seconds in) Jesus, Shirai is really pushing his range in this one

(50 seconds in) Self love for Ramuda, hell yeah. Good on him

(End of video) Not a lot to say; I feel like this one was pretty straight-forward. It's Ramuda embracing his personal identity as a unique human being-- LOVE to see it-- which is the culmination of his arc through the series so far. The music itself didn't capture me. I might warm up to it later like I usually do, but Shirai's singing on its own isn't usually my cup of tea. Which is chill; I hope other people like it. The wordplay on "clap your hands (te wo tataite); I want to celebrate [being alive] (tataeteitai)" was neat.

Lies

(Title note) I'm intrigued that the title is in kana instead of kanji, giving it a simple and almost "honest" feel in its simplicity. It's been a hot sec since I've seen Gentarou use that word in writing but iirc he usually uses kanji for it.

(5 seconds in) Loving this piano.

(15 seconds in) A boku-using Gentarou? Bruh.

(35 seconds in) Ohhh I see the point of the kana. The title is the same as a famous Shuntarou Tanikawa poem narrated by a little boy (hence the lack of kanji). Since the song lyrics reference it, here's a quick 'n dirty TL of the poem: Lies I think I'll always tell lies. My mother doesn't, but she's done so before. I think that because I know lying is painful. Even if the things I say are lies, the lying feeling is the truth. There are some truths that can only be told in lies. Even dogs--if they could talk, I think they'd tell lies as well. Even when I tell lies, even when my lies get caught, I don't apologize. I never tell lies just to get out of trouble. (*) Even if no one knows that, I know that, and so here I am, living with my lies. Until I just can't bear to lie any longer, I know I'll lie again and again and all the while long for the truth. (*) Literally, "resolve [the trouble] with apologies" which is why the narrator says he doesn't apologize Anyway, the "Even when I tell lies..." verse sans "and so..." is the opening of this song. Gentarou stops at "Even if no one knows that" and sighs in his second repetition of the verse.

(end of song) Wait, the whole thing is just verses of this poem? This is really cool and artistic (I dig it) but wow, what a choice! Saitou Souma's performance is incredible, and the background music is cool. I don't know how well this would go on a playlist, but I am here for it! ...I'm also wondering what the rights acquisition must have been like. This poem isn't in the JPN public domain yet, right? Hahaha.

God in the Dice

(title note) Fwiw I usually say Dice has "spirits" in his dice; calling them gods is just as valid. That seems to be what this is referring to.

(15 seconds in) Man I love Nozuyama's rapping chops. He delivers every time

(23 seconds in) Going to take this "I don't care" and make it a reaction image. Can't adequately express how much the phrase "Thog don't care" gets me through the day; this is right up there with that

(29 seconds in) It's very, very funny that Gentarou always teases Dice about his lack of vocab when you compare these two songs back to back. Hahaha.

(50 seconds in) Call back to Scramble Gamble with a more positive outlook. I can fuck with that.

(end of song) This one seems very similar to Ramuda's in terms of message (once again, I'm inappropriately amused at the notion of Ramuda and Dice living it up in the booth like "Love yourself...! Respect yourself! Love yourse--" and then it cuts to Gentarou who's got a piano and a Dramatic Poetry Reading and Angst. Well, that's Gentarou's way of loving himself, I suppose) and on the one hand, I am very happy for Dice deciding to live his life his own way, even if it goes against societal values... but I don't know how I feel about indulging in a gambling addiction as a way to explore that. You know? Maybe I'm just going "You don't have to follow societal expectations, but you should follow MY expectations, dammit!" Hahaha. Well....... Do what you gotta do, homie.... I'm reminded of how very 20 Dice is. Very, very 20 y.o. leaving a bad home life. Do what you gotta do....

Well, that's Fling Posse! Very much their usual Fling Posse selves.

[herofics]

Hii! I saw your requests were open so I started SPEEDING!! Anyway, I was wondering if I could request a little drabble with Megumi and Gojo with a GN s/o that gets sent on a hard mission and is forced to use their domain (you come up with it since I have no brainpower) and after using it their eyes become pitch black with no sclera (the white part of your eyes) so I’m just wondering what their reaction would be the first time they saw it😭

A/N: I’ve got a few WIPs I need to finish, but they’re scenarios. I wanted to do HCs, because they’re much easier to write, so I picked this request for that. I didn’t really know what kind of domain to do either, so I just didn’t specify it. THe HCs for each character ended up very different, because I kinda wanted to do two different angles

~Gojo Satoru~

•Gojo got to you just as you fell out of the domain, that had been floating high up in the air

•You’d won your fight, and you’d released your technique, but you were too exhausted to break your fall

•Gojo of course caught you midair and teleported to the ground with you

•You were breathing quite shallowly, and you were covered in wounds of different severity, but nothing life threatening

•When you opened your eyes, Gojo was shocked to see they were totally black

•You were starting to panic, because you couldn’t see anything

•Gojo tried to calm you down, since getting agitated would only worsen your injuries and would not help the situation

•Hearing you cry out “I can’t see! I can’t see!” was heart-wrenching, and he decided to get you back to Jujutsu High for treatment as fast as he could

•Of course that was his intention all along, but now he was really in a hurry

•Gojo was reassuring you the whole time as he carried you back to Jujutsu High

•”It’s gonna be okay doll, I’m sure this is temporary” he said, trying to calm himself at the same time

•In his head he was more like “Wtf, wtf, what the hell am I gonna do?”

•Gojo wanted to be there for your treatment, but Shoko kicked him out of the room, because she needed to focus

•Gojo was just pacing back and forth behind the door, impatient as usual

•After a while, Shoko came out of the room, and just told Gojo to get in there

•You were sitting on the bed, and when you raised your head, your eyes were almost back to normal, just a little bit of blackness left on the edges

•Gojo was really relieved and so were you, it’s a pretty scary experience to go blind and not know if it’s temporary or not

•He knelt down in front of you and put his hands on your cheeks, brushing his thumbs under your eyes

•He just stared at you straight in the eye for a while, until your eyes were back to normal

•Gojo doesn’t really get scared for himself, like ever, but seeing someone he loves in such a panicked and scared state, really rattled him

•He asks if you’re okay, and you just nod, placing your hand on top of his on your cheek

•You’re just really tired and Shoko said you should stay at the infirmary for the night, just to make sure you’re okay

•So you decide to go sleep, your eyes still hurt and you can feel a headache coming on

•Gojo makes sure you’re okay, before he has to leave for another mission

•You’re okay the next day, but Shoko told you that whole after effect thing was probably going to happen again, which you didn’t tell Gojo, you didn’t want him to worry

•He of course finds out eventually, and he’s kinda pissy about you not telling him

~Fushiguro Megumi~

•You and Megumi got separated during a fight and when he finally found you, you were unconscious on the floor

•He’s of course worried, but he keeps a cool head and checks on you

•You seem to be fine, minimal injuries, but even when you wake up a moment later, you’re pretty out of it

•When you open your eyes, Megumi is visibly shocked, because your eyes have turned pitch black

•He asks if you’re okay and if you can see, which you find to be a bit of an odd question, because you can see just fine

•You question why he’s even asking you that and he tells you your eyes are totally black

•”WHAT?!” you exclaim and scramble to get your phone out of your pocket

•You turn on the front camera and you can see that your eyes are in fact totally black

•You’re not in pain, at least not any more than you’d expect to be with your injuries

•Megumi doesn’t really know what to do, because you don’t really seem to be any serious pain nor does the darkening of your eyes seem to impair your sight

•He just helps you up and the two of you start walking back to where you’re supposed to get picked up

•He does occasionally ask you if there’s any change in how you feel, but there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with your eyes

•Your eyes start clearing up after a few hours and are completely back to normal in about 24 hours

•Megumi thought it was kind of weird, but nothing more, a domain can have some weird effects on a person’s body, so he feels like it’s not that out of the ordinary

•He does kind of keep hovering around you more than normal, because he just wants to make sure you’re okay, and that you don’t suddenly go blind or something

[vintagerpg]

Oh, huh. I didn’t realize until I flipped through this to write about it that I12: Egg of the Phoenix (1987) is a super module. It collects the first four of Frank Mentzer’s R-series modules — R1: To the Aid of Falx ,R2: Investigation of Hydell, R3: Egg of the Phoenix and R4: Doc’s Island. Sort of. According to Shannon Appelcline’s write up on Drive-Thru, the collection was overseen by Jennell Jaquays, who rethreaded the four scenarios into one long campaign. I have no idea how weird that is — the R-series number among the rarest D&D modules, so I’ve never read them. I’ve no idea if they were meant to be connected, but here we are, with them connected!

No, they are definitely not meant to be connected. The sequence is different here. I gotta admit, the whole thing is hard to parse. There is no real narrative frame to reference, events and machinations just unfold along with the encounters. There is a good deal of political stuff going on that also works to connect everything, but… We start out with a slaver selling zombies with permanent illusions (and killing folks to keep up with demand) and then there are the caves of time and a trip to the domains of the evil elemental rulers (no Cryonax, though, what a rip-off). There are several good environments to explore, mostly a variety of dungeons — caves, crypts, castle, volcano lab, a well-realized cityscape. Individual encounters range from quite good to downright baffling. I don’t understand the final chapter on Doc’s Island at all. I dunno, not having read the source material I can’t say for sure, but despite a mighty effort, I think Jaquays might have whiffed on this one.

Keith Parkinson cover. Nice. Moody. I like his dim light color palettes, and this is no exception. Tree man is pretty cool, too. Tree wight? I dunno. Interiors are credited to Graham Nolan, but that’s a fib. Nolan’s in the mix, but so is Jim Holloway and someone named Walters and a couple others I can’t quite ID. Such are the perils of anthologizing. Good variety in terms of tone and quality, though.

[thewisaaaaad]

ALRIGHT SO Heket. Big frog lesbian. Time to characteristic her in a way that makes sense for my previous posts

So, the biggest aspect of her character that I wanted to play off of for this is "Protective". She is furious at her brother for harming her family, and less so about any personal harm she might have endured. She trusted her siblings judgement that Narinder had gone too far, and with their claims of his madness, well.

Shamura had never been wrong before.

This trait is also why she aids Leshy and Kalamar in the sheep exodus that occurred after Shamura really started to go off the deep end. They may have once been Narinders favorite, but more importantly they were HER PEOPLE. And she promised to keep what was hers SAFE. She committed the least sheep executions out of the bishops bar Leshy.

Now, her relationship with Forneus is... Interesting. During one of Hekets rage filled crusades through her domain, where she hunted down the skeletal creatures that stalked it (another reason to hold that grudge against Nari, as she very resonably blamed him for the mindless undead. It isn't actually his fault, Shamura hid his finger in Hekets domain, causing the dead to rise. Its always Shamura.) she encountered the large black cat with an equally large heart, and instantly became smitten. She wasn't like her squid brother, though, and wouldn't be so crass. She was a god, after all, and needed to play it cool. She did so extremely badly, but it endeared her to Forneus anyway.

Then she found out that her crush was a worshiper of death, a couple of months later. Enraged, she questioned the patient cat about why she would worship that traitorous bastard.

And then Forneus tells her about her kits, now in Narinders care, taken by another god.

Heket is no longer enraged, knowing exactly how far she herself would go for family. Worship of the one who held the shop-keeps kits was entirely forgivable. Now, that rage is replaced with confusion. Who would sacrifice to their brother? And why?

She knows that Kallamar still cared for the chained god, but he was too cowardly- he never left his sea anymore.

Leshy was out immediately. Sure, he was chaos, and had an affinity for drawing children with his own childish personality. But that worm guarded the young with his life, and would rather die than see them come to harm.

Shamura... Shamura wouldn't do it. Even in their less than stellar mental condition, they always hated their brother. They would never gift them children.

...but it was Shamura. The description was unmistakable. However, there was one more question that they needed to ask.

"Wise Shamura... Did you sacrifice two kits to the one who waits?"

An uncomfortable silence passed, Heket left staring at the spiders thin, tall silhouette, the eldest's back turned to them.

"...Yes, I remember now. Ooh, kits… I remember, I remember… two kits in my claws… a gift…" Their mandibles clicked with fondness, a clarity and somber joy on their face that left Heket staring in horror at their sibling, a truth dawning on the frog.

"I did not want him to be... Lonely..."

The twins had been 3 years of age when they were taken. Old enough to know their mother, too young to understand what happened.

At that, Hekets future was set in stone. Her brother was wrongfully imprisoned. He had no madness. There was no demon in his mind.

The madness lie with Shamura.

SO ANYWAYS. Thats a big reason why Heket allies with Narinder. She's still really mad about the whole wounding thing, but also is scared that he will be really angry at all of them. And she would have no moral ground to stand on when he came for them.

Bonus, when Narinder finds out about the source of his disciples, He is horrified. He just thought they had died young in Silkcradle to some spiders. He is even more horrified that this is one of the few action Shamura made that WEREN'T influenced by the Sin, Envy.

At the end of this, everyone feels like they didn't know who Shamura really was.

[beatingdrumspouringwine]

The names of the Gods

I vaguely promised an essay on my thoughts on the names of the Gods about a week ago or so, and thus I shall deliver :)

A few months ago when I was scrolling on TikTok (as one does), I came across a video by @olympianbutch talking about invocations in traditional Hellenic Polytheist prayers. The whole video was good, so I'll link the video (for the invocation): [here], and you can watch it all for yourselves. (And you should watch the two videos before it, they were equally good and educational). In it, he explained why we start prayers by saying the Gods' names: "This is because the ancient Greeks believed that when you said a God's name, They went: [insert action of dramatically turning around here]." Now, this was definitely funny, but once the full implications of that statement sunk in, it permanently changed how I viewed my own praying (in a good way, of course, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this thing based off of the video).

Now, the idea that your speech can call a God to you is something incredibly amazing, incredibly beautiful, and incredibly powerful. It means that the very second you state Their name, They can see your whole situation, and respond accordingly. I think this is something good to keep in mind, especially as the influence of 2020 witchtok/pagantok fades out (I was deep in this back then, so I'm speaking from that perspective [at some point in the future I'm doing a ramble on this as well, and how it impacted my early worship + relationships with the Gods {no hate if you were there too, I think it lowkey sucked for all of us}]). I used to feel really nervous that I didn't have a Real Connection with the Gods because I wasn't constantly hearing Their voices in my head, or having some kind of miraculous encounter with Them on a daily basis, and I used to base a lot of the idea of a "successful prayer life" around those encounters. However, since hearing of the concept of the Gods seeing you when their names are called, I've found my worries about that trickling away. When I pray, whichever God I'm praying to is there, and I can simply revel in the knowledge that I am standing (or sitting, or kneeling) in the presence of the God(s). The Gods are ever-present to begin with, but by calling upon Them in prayer, I am able to be face-to-face with Them in a more meaningful way, even if it's not something immediately sensible.

Beyond my prayer life, I've also found myself a lot more thoughtful about when I say the Gods' names. For deities that I worship frequently like Hermes or Dionysos, I'll be a bit more lax. I'll call upon Them for little things, like seeing a little crystal phallus in a metaphysical shop, or praying for safe travels. For deities that I once worshiped closely, like Artemis, I'll call upon Her in praise of the beauty of nature, especially if it's getting Real Beautiful or Real Cool. And even for deities that I rarely worship except on feasts, like Zeus, I'll call upon Him in praise of good things that fall under His domain, as a "I know it was You doing this!" kind of thing.

Anyways, this ended up a bit more rambly than I initially intended it to be, but I hope that somewhere within this ADHD-addled writing there was something of substance that's useful to you in your practice :) The Gods are always there, something something, always good, something something, I love Them.

[deconstructthesoup]

Some thoughts for a Dead Boy Detective D&D AU:

Edwin: He would absolutely be a School of Necromancy wizard. Everything about him screams wizard, and I think him being a necromancer who uses his abilities for good would be pretty in-character for him. In fact, we could even go one step further and say that he's a Reborn (who are essentially the D&D version of Frankenstein's Monster, and they are insanely cool and fun from a roleplay stance alone). Maybe he got brought back to life after some time in Hell, maybe he was able to bring himself back... there's a lot of possibilities there.

Charles: Oath of the Watchers paladin, hands-down. I know, most people tend to peg him as a fighter, but hear me out---first off, he canonically fights with a magical weapon, and you know it would be cool as hell for him to cast Smite with his cricket bat. Second off, his whole deal as a Dead Boy Detective feels very Oath-of-the-Watchers coded, since they're all about guarding the material world from extraplanar forces. And third... he's a punk. Paladins are punks. Also, he's gotta be an elf. Probably a wood elf instead of a high elf, but elf is non-negotiable when you're putting Charles I-Have-Cute-Pointed-Ears Rowland in a fantasy setting.

Crystal: Aberrant Mind sorcerer, kalshatar. Because, well... *gestures to her everything* yeah. Also, Crystal deserves to go full-on eldritch entity.

Niko: I personally think that she'd be an amazing College of Creation bard---and this might just be because that's my favorite subclass for my favorite class, and she's my favorite character, but she feels very bard to me, and College of Creation is all about seeing the beauty in the world, appreciating life, and making the most out of any situation, which fits our girl well. Also, I think that Niko would probably be the group's token human, which fits nicely with her being the only non-magical member of the Dead Boy Detectives in canon.

Monty: Circle of Stars druid, kenku. Theoretically, a kenku who could actually converse with people instead of just repeating what he hears, but... astrology crow. What do you want me to say.

Jenny: She was tricky, but I eventually decided that she'd be your classic tiefling rogue---specifically, a Soulknife rogue, with maybe a level or two of fighter thrown in there for good measure. Jenny gives off the vibes of a slightly older adventurer who's kind of grown cynical about the whole thing, but she's still tagging along with a younger, more starry-eyed crew because somebody needs to keep them alive.

Esther: Now, while the temptation to make her a Green Hag is very, very strong, I think that might be doing her a little bit too dirty. So, instead, she's a Circle of Spores druid and a Great Old One warlock, and while she is a regular human, she's done a lot of messed-up stuff to keep herself alive and young. I figured that Circle of Spores fits with her necromancy shtick (and also, y'know, Teeth Face), and GOOlock fits with her deal with Lilith.

The Cat King: Trickster Domain cleric, tabaxi. No-brainer, really.

The Night Nurse: Her whole deal strikes me as very Protector aasimar-coded, if not straight-up Celestial-coded. Also, she fits the criteria for a Grave Domain cleric to a T.

[uriekukistan]

Hope your day or night is going well!! ✨

Okay, top five Megumi lines/scenes?

ahhh thank you i hope yours is as well!! and thank you for the ask!!

im in the car rn so some of these i couldn’t track down the specific chapter/page bc i dont wanna use all my data :’)

1 - “i’m not like itadori, i have no problem earning 100 points for myself.” or something along that line

one of the things that fascinates me the most about megumi is the way he places value on lives, and this line is just so cool to me. he’d said before this that he saves people unequally, but this shows just how far that goes. he’ll kill anywhere from 20-100 random people so tsumiki and itadori, the two people he cares about and thinks are worth saving more than anyone else, don’t have to get their hands dirty, and their lives hold more value to him than others. it’s also so interesting to me because of the way megumi doesn’t consider himself a good person like tsumiki or itadori, and therefore doesn’t really see himself as worth saving, so it’s just a necessary burden he has to carry as the “bad” person for those two. also add that in w this line, and im on the floor

2 - his battle vs sukuna at the detention facility/“i’m not a hero, i’m a jujutsu sorcerer”

another moment where we get an insight into his ideas on good/bad people and who deserves saving, can you tell i love this aspect of his character? i mean, he’s about to sacrifice himself for itadori to live (hopefully), even though he literally met the guy two weeks ago, because he thinks he’s a good person who deserves saving. it’s the first insight we get into megumi’s thought process, and this was really the moment that made me start paying attention to him more. i also love how he kept a softer expression on his face and didn’t cry until after itadori died, like he didnt want itadori to feel sad or guilty in his final moments im SICK also the fact that he took the name-tag to that guys mom even though he didnt have an interest in saving him, like he was paying a respect to itadori….ugh…anyway yeah i love dissecting the way he values life.

3 - “so start by saving me, itadori”

see as an itafushist of course this had to make the list like this whole chapter has me on the floor but anyway aside from that, i love thinking about this scene because the words he’s saying seem so contrary to how he thinks? like he’s asking to be saved but he doesn’t think he’s worth saving? so it needs an extra layer of consideration. i feel like he really said this more to motivate yuuji (and save tsumiki) than actually wanting to be saved himself. plus the “it’s our fault, don’t be selfish and give up all alone” aaahhahahsj i just love this moment i feel like it shows his character very well….when the idgafer actually very much gaf….

4 - his first domain expansion

hellooo this was so sick and cool and badass of him like i dont think there’s anything i need to say for this. huge character development moment for him too. add this with the simple domain he had in dagon’s domain + the part in the culling games arc where he literally hides himself in the shadows……he’s crazy powerful and i dont wanna hear anything abt it! if u were traumatized like that you’d be curled up on the floor too

5 - “if you die, i’ll kill you” both times

again as an itafushist i couldnt not include this….of course there’s implications for megumi’s character as well but i feel like there’s only so much i can talk about his moral code in one post yk? but yeah i think it just shows how much the people he cares about matter to him

also bonus i love just any culling games megumi, his determination to save tsumiki and make it so itadori doesnt have to kill anyone makes him grow so much as a character and as a sorcerer, i love it sm

thank u for the ask! any excuse to yap about megumi 🤞

[an-indecisive-nerd]

As I promised to some of you lovely people, here's a brief (it's not at all brief I apologize) introduction to the gods of my world.

All the gods of my world are related, they are all part of the Alarie family. Here I'll be giving some basic info about each member (minus the ones that aren't gods), then I'll follow up with individual character introductions assuming it wouldn't spoil anything.

Universe

The goddess of the universe and creation, she is the original God and the matriarch of the Alarie family. Her real name is Ellowyn.

She's a very kind and nurturing soul, and a wonderful mother. She loves all her creations and is very happy with the universe she's created. She's also in charge of Heaven.

- Preferred form: female

- Domains: Creation, Heaven, existence as a whole

- Followers' robe colour: N/A

- Accent: Italian

Chaos

God of chaos and destruction. He's Ellowyn's husband and his real name is Casimir.

His entire goal in life is pretty much just to stir shit up for no reason, and he never fails to do just that. He sometimes goes a little too far and has to be trapped in the core of a planet for a century or two to cool off.

- Preferred form: Either

- Domains: Destruction, chaos, the end of everything, black holes, hell

- Followers robe colour: N/A

- Accent: Scottish

Darkness

Cas and Ellowyn's first born son, he's the oldest the second generation of gods, though when they’re discussed he's usually listed last. His real name is Caliban.

The second generation onwards of gods are the ones that actually take on specific followers, but of all of them Caliban takes on the least. He tends to be considered the loner of the family, and his manner can seem very calculated and cold to most. It's never clear what he's planning.

- Preferred form: Either

- Domains: Darkness, power, ambition, strategy, evil (in certain regions), cold, night

- Followers robe colour: Black

- Accent: Canadian

Sun

The second child of Ellowyn and Cas, she became the ruler of the gods after Caliban abdicated the throne. Her real name is Ravindra.

Ravi has a lot of responsibilities as ruler of the gods, and thus tends to be a workaholic. As a god more responsibilities means more power though, so she's also quite arrogant and proud. Underneath that arrogant shell though is a woman who deeply cares for her family and would do anything to protect them.

- Preferred form: Female (uses male form more often because of {spoilers})

- Domains: The sun, Honesty, Clarity, wisdom, Knowledge, leadership, light, purity, revenge, etc. Etc. Etc.

- Followers robe colour: Yellow

- Accent: Indian

Moon

Goddess of the Moon, third child of Ellowyn and Cas. Her real name is Esmeray.

Esmeray tends to be a passive observer of the events of the universe. Or at least, that's what it looks like. In reality, Esmeray is the goddess of prophecy, and she's constantly working to make sure her universe goes in the right direction, using gentle nudges that even the other gods don't notice. She inherited a healthy love of chaos from Cas, so she does occasionally use this power for mischief, but she always has good intentions.

- Preferred form: female

- Domains: the Moon, prophecy, illusions, lies, sleep, blindness

- Followers robe colour: purple

- Accent: Stereotypical valley girl

Air

Air god, fourth child, real name is Audra

Audra, fittingly, is a wanderer and a free spirit. They struggle with taking things seriously, and there's not much that can bring the air God down. The downside? They can be a bit of an airhead.

- Preferred form: Either (they switch forms constantly, rarely staying in the same form longer than an hour)

- Domains: Air, freedom, creativity, traveling parties, indecisiveness, drugs

- Followers robe colours: Light blue

- Accent: Boston

Earth

Fifth child, her real name is Adamina.

Adamina is a very kind woman. She's the goddess of nature and motherhood and as such she practically adopts all of her followers. She has many children of her own, so many in fact that they can't be made into gods and have to be content with basic immortality.

- Preferred form: Female (never switches)

- Domains: Earth, nature, animals, plants motherhood, marriage, peace, kindness

- Followers robe colour: Green

- Accent: Australian

Love

Sixth child, real name is Cerys. He has the most... eclectic set of powers.

Cerys is the black sheep of the Alarie family. He used to be the God of prophecy as well as love, and disappeared shortly before a major event because of a vision he had. Usually in order to do this you have to give up your God powers, but Cerys somehow found a way to retain most of them, only giving away a few to throw people off. He seems like a rather simple man, friendly and sweet, your stereotypical kind love god. However if you suspect there may be more to him than that, you wouldn't be the first...

- Preferred form: Depends

- Domains: Love, time, passion (non-sexual), poetry, {spoilers}

- Followers robe colour: N/A

- Accent: French

Fire

Seventh child, real name Cyra.

Cyra is charming and polite, but also reckless and a bit dim. He's quick to anger and can be aggressive, but it's not too difficult to calm him down.

- Preferred form: Either

- Domains: Fire, change, passion (sexual), warmth, war, aggression, obsession, forging

- Followers robe colour: Red

- Accent: Southern

Water

Cyra's younger twin sister, real name Rayan.

Rayan tends to be very laid back and go with the flow. She's very accepting of people and rather calm in general. The exception is that she is a god of jealousy. She protests all her siblings' relationships, particularly Cyra's, and tries to convince them to break up often. Other than that she’s chill.

- Preferred form: Whichever one Cyra's not using

- Domains: Water, adaptability, acceptance, jealousy, emotions

- Followers robe colour: Dark blue

- Accent: Greek

Life

Life is the first of the third generation and is Ravi's adopted child. I can't reveal his name because spoilers

Life works a lot, much like his mother, and he also has her proud streak. He has a passion for experiments, which is why creatures like the platypus exist. Most of the time when asked about his work he'll respond with something along the lines of "You wouldn't get it", but if he thinks there's a chance that you would get it and you do manage to get him talking about it, he'll ramble on for hours, saying a million words per minute in the hopes of being able to discuss all his ideas before you shut him down.

- Preferred form: Male

- Domains: Life, healing, beauty, souls

- Followers robe colours: N/A

- Accent: Ancient roman

Death

This one is considered the adopted child of Caliban. Once again I can't reveal her name because spoilers.

Death is quite reserved. She’s very compassionate and does her best to ease good people's passing. She enjoys being able to bring justice to those who were cruel. She’s often seen as the gods' scapegoat, because she has many of the domains that are generally considered bad. Don't feel bad for her though, she signed up for this role. Why? Even the gods aren't sure.

- Preferred form: Either

- Domains: Death, pain, suffering, paranoia, madness, loss, grief, torture, being trapped, chains, etc.

- Followers robe colours: burgundy

- Accent: British

And that is finally all the gods. I'm so sorry.

@pheonix358 @unforgettable-sensations @littleladymab

@satohqbanana @megamijadeheart @my-bright-legacy

@thecomfywriter @wyked-ao3 @ominous-feychild

[superkooku]

Dionysus' iceberg (part 2)

Here's part 1 :

Yes, I know, I took my time with this one 😅. But part 2 is finally here on Tumblr !

And, since there's a lot to say about Dionysus, I'll probably need to do a third one... yes he's that interesting.

In this part, I'll talk about Dionysus' connections to theater, nature and vegetation.

1. Theater 🎭

Despite Apollo being the god of the arts, theater is one of Dionysus' domains.

In fact, his theatre (in Athens) is considered the first in the world! Dionysus is like an entertainer, not only through parties, but also through a performance on the stage.

Okay, more seriously: one of his festivals, the Dionysia, even had five days dedicated to drama. In fact, theater plays are said to be set in competitions honoring Dionysus himself.

This festival in and of itself is quite complex, as it's divided in two categories (rural and city festivals) and has quite a history. So, I'd highly recommend reading more about it.

Even the idea of theater masks come from there ! They were parts of disguises actors (always men) wore to play the roles of women or gods.

I'm gonna stop a bit with the informations to talk about two interesting things :

It's actually really cool that the god of theater is a good actor.

I say that because he managed to fool Pentheus and a WHOLE pirate crew into thinking he's some inoffensive boy. And then, dramatic plot twist : he's not.

Another cool thing : he appeared both in a comedy and tragedy. Probably in other lost plays too. It's part of his duality, which I'll talk about more in part 3.

Anyways, ancient Greek theater, the ancestor of our modern plays, is very closely tied to Dionysus.

2. His link to satyrs

This bearded man is Silenus, son of Hermes and one of the satyrs. The baby he's holding is an infant Dionysus, who was forced to go in hiding because of Hera's wrath.

Edit : forgot to complete this part. So, Silenus is considered Dionysus' tutor, kinda like Chiron and Asclepius, but wilder.

Like Dionysus, he appears to be a funny drunkard, but in reality, he can be very wise too. Heck, he even has some prophecy powers when intoxicated. How cool is that ? I like this little duality.

He notably appears in Midas' myth. Silenus was found by peasants and given to the king. Since Midas took good care of him and showed a lot of hospitality, Dionysus decided to reward him. And we all know how the story goes at that point.

Another important satyr (in the Dionysiaca, for example) is Ampelos/Ampelus. He was a young satyr who could very well be Dionysus' first love. What's so interesting about him is that, after his death (R.I.P), Dionysus transformed him into the first grape vine 🍇 !

(this time, not a flower, unlike Hyacinthus and Crocus).

Yes, if you drink wine, you're technically drinking Ampelos' blood.

In general, the satyrs, along with the maenads, are Dionysus' companions. We all know what satyrs are, but it's not surprising to see two symbols of sexuality, drunkenness and wilderness so closely tied.

Also, coming back to theater, there was something called "satyr plays", a mix between tragedy and comedy that were played during the Dionysian festival.

3. A god of nature and vegetation

There are many other nature gods. They each show their connection to nature in their own unique way.

Of course, there's wine and grapes (and Ampelos), but also a lot more stuff.

Dionysus was said to live his youth on Mount Nysa, in the nature, among nymphs and other satyrs. So those ties would come from very early on in his life.

He's not only the god of grapes, but fruits and plant life in general. It's interesting to see the same domains shared by multiple gods (here with Demeter).

The multiple water and wind gods are another proof of that.

And yes, he can grow vines as much as he pleases, like when he punished the thyranean pirates.

4. A fertility god

Yeah, don't listen to LO, male fertility gods exist too 😂.

He's not even the only one, since there's Priapus as well. And he's often (not always) considered his son, with Aphrodite as the mother.

It's honestly not surprising to see a god of nature and fruits, but also one known for his orgies, being associated with fertility.

There aren't many myths about it, so I'll just include that one because it's interesting.

So...

I went through these informations pretty quickly, in order to keep this post at a normal length. I'd love to see you complete on these particular aspects.

In part 3, I'll talk about Dionysus' duality, but also his link to madness, mortals (like Semele and Ariadne), and other gods.

Part 3 will be the longest, since I'll include a lot more references (to myths like the war against India, the Bacchae and more infos about his cult and stories)

[strwbnnie]

Y’all I know I said I wasn’t posting anything else until I revised some older fics buttttt I just couldn’t get this series out of my head 🥲 let’s call it the Tokyo Rev. Occupation Series where I’ll be writing a series of nsfw blurbs about these sleazy professionals & their favorite clients 🫶🏾

First up we have :

Dentist!Smiley

 Lmaoooo this one is so obvious but Smiley is one of the best dentists there is. His office is a serene environment, even with the rap music playing, mainly Youngboy cus that’s who he claims he resonates with and it reminds him of his adolescence 😭 Souya thinks it’s unprofessional but regardless, it’s what he likes and his clients never complain, except you.

Smiley’s known for enhancements. Says a person’s smile is their best asset and has dedicated his life to helping people achieve their perfect smile. Porcelain veneers are his specialty—he focuses on aesthetic and functionality. His prices are a bit steep but his work speaks for itself. 

At only 27 years old he owns his own private practice and has made a name for himself in such little time. A lot of people are skeptics, claiming he’s far too young to know what the hell he’s doing, and that he’s overrated. He used to get so many comments about him being a scammer, ripping off clients, and a whole bunch of other bullshit on the daily.

It was infuriating but he’s not the person he used to be. Plus he can’t fight thousands of strangers on the internet. So he addressed it one time and one time only on ig live. 

“I don’t do promo like y’all’s favorite dentists, and I don’t fancy putting big white cinderblocks in people’s mouths for a couple thousand dollars like y’all’s favorite dentists.”

“If you don’t wanna work with me, that’s cool, but don’t disrespect me or my craft. My work is immaculate so pay my fucking price, or don’t, but somebody will and you’ll know the difference.” 

Of course it went viral, probably cus he said the whole thing with a smile on his face. Had the internet in an uproar—he was cool, calm and a little stern with just the right amount of sassy and of course you ate it up. Booked your consultation at Kawata Dentistry a few weeks later, paid almost 23 bands for your perfect smile, and you couldn’t be happier. He was much cuter in person, and yes, his teeth are just as straight and white in person. What intrigued you the most was the way the smile on his face never wavered, even when he was a bit annoyed at his receptionist for double booking his appointments.

That was nearly a year ago and he’s been your dentist since, and in the span of that year he’s come to like you a lot—enough to say you’re his favorite client. It makes him so fucking happy that you’ve started to smile for him more, no longer self-conscious about your imperfect smile, now you give him real smiles showing damn near all thirty two of your teeth.

He thinks you’re pretty as fuck too, never wearing any makeup, just your mink lashes and that Dior lip stuff you like. Smiley loves the way you keep yourself up—hair and nails always done and you always smell good as fuck, it’s obvious you’re a high maintenance, luxury bitch. But when you walk through his threshold, when you enter his domain, you’re nothing more than a slut for him to play with and he loves it.

He’s sitting on his stool, wheels locked while you’re on your knees between his legs with his fat cock stuffed in your mouth. The stretch makes your jaw ache but neither of you regard that. You swallow around his cock and it sends shivers up his spine. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that.”

He calls it a ‘stress test’ and how he got you to agree to this the first time, you’ll never know, it must’ve been his way with words, since that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

Brent Faiyaz is playing, cus you hate that ‘rah-rah rap shit’ and you made it your business to tell him every time you enter his office, once you got comfortable enough.

He’s got your hair fisted into a makeshift ponytail, loves the raw Indian tape-ins you have in this time.

Smiley’s yanking at your hair, bobbing your head up and down, occasionally pushing you down far enough for his peachy pubes to tickle your nose. He’s spewing praise after praise as you please him. Going on and on about how you’re so pretty, especially when you’re on your knees letting him use your mouth like this. Thank goodness for the music, the gyuck sounds are so loud, so obscene as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

The shaft of his cock is jutting against your teeth every single time the tip of him kisses the back of your throat, makes him shudder every time. He lets out a deep sigh, holding your head still and jerking his hips up.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect.”

This lasts until he cums, which is never long, you are the client with the perfect mouth after all. He pops his cock out of your mouth, pressing kisses to your lips again and again until he’s satisfied.

You’re still on your knees and he’s still gripping your jaw, you already know what he wants so you crack a wide smile for him. You’re sure you look crazy—spit and cum (you’re dentist’s cum) running down your chin, just smiling like an idiot. He turns your head side to side, using his other hand to run his finger over the tips of your teeth. 

“No loosies or chipping.” He smiles at his own handiwork. “Lemme clean you up and get a picture.” It’s sweet, the way he wipes your face so gently and helps you up. He walks away for a second, washes his hands and returns with a tiny paper cup full of mouthwash, remembers alcohol free is your preference.

The goal is a minute but he lets you slide with the forty-five second swish. He hugs you tight, and he doesn’t let go. Neither do you, your arms perched against his shoulders as you stare up at him.

“When imma see you again? Every four months ain’t cutting it nomore.”

“You can see me whenever, you know where I be, what time I take lunch. Unless you trying to take me on a date outside of work hours.”

You nod, and when you do he’s pulling out his phone, handing it to you with a light chuckle. “Alright, gimme your number. We’ll set something up.”

Later that day, you see he posted you on his personal page. Your teeth looks amazing but you hope the hearts in your eyes and the way you press yourself against him isn’t too obvious.

@/smiley_orthodontist : Another satisfied client back for routine maintenance! I love making pretty girls prettier 🥺🫶🏻

I guess it’s safe to say you really like your dentist & he really likes you too!

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One of the things I think people as a whole don't understand about the internet today is that so much of what's wrong/dangerous/flawed about the internet exists because so much of the internet started as one person's hobby they built in their spare time or as a specific task for a specific function that was just useful/functional enough that literally everyone started using it. There's tons of biases built into the modern internet and some of that is carelessness but a lot of it is... just like. This was invented by a group of grad students fucking around for a few weeks. How the fuck were they supposed to know it'd be become the global standard and that nobody would bother to address or change these things?

Like, the whole reason that the US government gets the ".gov" domain name is because this entire system was invented in the US primarily for use in universities. Under the original system, you had to phone in to talk to the center who owned the list, tell them what name you wanted and then a person would type your name/ip onto the list attached to a nickname much like a phonebook. Then people slowly figured out domains and maintaining domain registries. And then the system became useful enough that more of the US started using it, and then people realized "oh shit, other countries want to use this too, guess we need to figure that out".

The "world wide web" or the thing we all know as the internet (and the reason that every website you visit has www in front), was invented originally by one dude trying to make his own job easier (Tim Berners-Lee). He thought it was pretty cool and shared it, and he was one guy who only spoke English and was just doing what he thought was going to work.

Like, this is a very lighthearted article talking about him, but I think it illustrates the point really well,

Sir Tim Berners-Lee, the creator of the World Wide Web, has confessed that the // in a web address were actually "unnecessary". He told the Times newspaper that he could easily have designed URLs not to have the forward slashes. "There you go, it seemed like a good idea at the time," he said. He admitted that when he devised the web, almost 20 years ago, he had no idea that the forward slashes in every web address would cause "so much hassle". His light-hearted apology even had a green angle as he accepted that having to add // to every address had wasted time, printing and paper.

via "sorry for the slashs"

We have an entire internet and infrastructure built rather haphazardly but also in such a way that going back and trying to change or fix things either requires an insane amount of work or could render vast swaths of the prior internet inaccessible.

Like, I think everyone here remembers Flash getting shut down and how much of childhood games got wiped off the generally accessible internet and relegated to projects like Flashpoint. It was really hard to see, but Flash was also a project started in 1996 (or 1993 if you count the OG version that turned into flash) that was supposed to be for a limited set of use cases, and not the medium on which major parts of the internet would run. By the time Adobe shut it down, Flash was incredibly dangerous with the constant risks of malware, it was buggy, slow, and there were a million better programs. It had to be killed to make way for better things, but because of how the internet was built, that death came at a pretty high cost.

So if you're ever wondering why it feels like the web is a bunch of dominoes ready to fall down at any time, it's because it is. And it does. And so many people spend so much of their time combating all the problems created by using systems that were never intended to handle everything they are currently handling because the alternative is a task of monstrous undertaking that would almost certainly turn decades of history to dust.

[wisecura]

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Geto x gojo-reader

You're Gojos cute little sister

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After your little spat with Satoru, you and him have seemed to only become closer, if that was even possible. Suguru wasn't necessarily happy about the way you both constantly bickered or teased each other, but he was pretty pleased to find that you spent more of your free time with Satoru’s group of friends. 

It was easier for Suguru to join in and tease you, causing you to, at least he hoped, cause you to develop a stronger bond with him as well. He was a little ashamed to admit it but he was getting increasingly jealous of the way you would cling to Satoru. It didn't help that you still only referred to him as “Geto” instead of using his first name. 

You’d finally made it to the end of the year, attending "weaker" missions and furthering your cursed technique. You did strengthen your bond with your two classmates, but really they still seemed to shy away from you, even with your continued friendliness. You told yourself not to expect too much, they didn't seem like good enough friends anyway if they were that easily threatened.

You spent enormous amounts of time hanging out and training with the third years. Your brother was only improving as time went on, even developing his domain expansion and reversed curse technique. You couldn't help but fawn over how cool it was, and asked plenty of questions. Which in turn, furthered his big fat ego.

You also got closer to Geto. The dude still made you feel a little shy when you looked directly in his eyes for too long. You had no idea why he made you so shy, or why he made you feel so weak.

And that's not mentioning his eyes. They seemed so dark and pulled you in when you stared too long. Did you mention his voice? He sometimes sounded so serious, but when you saw him giving into Satoru’s teasing, his face would lighten up, and his voice would soften. All you could think was - wow, Toru sure is lucky to have a friend like that. 

After a while, you two would start having discussions. Nothing too heavy, but he definitely seemed interested in your likes and dislikes along with your hobbies- he noted only to be slightly different from Satoru’s. Being his best friend's sister, you did have many of the same hobbies your brother did which wasn't all that surprising considering how close the two of you were. But he was surprised to find out that despite your similar appearance and attitude, you and Satoru really had different opinions in general. 

Some- similar, yes, but you confided that your childhood wasn't always as easy as Satoru’s. You also told him that Satoru is the only reason you're free to walk the streets and talk so freely. So of course your outlook on things was a little dim. The prospect of marriage, and the ever-looming big brother watching down your back. It's no surprise you sometimes felt a little suffocated.

He discovered there were places you wished to travel and things you wished to try. You even wished to find love and settle down one day. This surprised him, but nonetheless he didn't comment on it, only nodding along and listening to you speak. 

If he were closer to you, he'd make a promise to help you do anything you wanted to do- long as he could stay by your side. But it seemed meaningless if you didn't understand the weight he wanted to convey with his words. 

He realized you really weren't just Satoru’s little sister, but you were a whole other person. 

“Toru, aren't we headed home tomorrow? Why aren't you packing yet?”

“Oh my sweet little imouto! I’ve got a surprise for you!” 

You sighed, standing in his doorway, arms crossed. His room still a mess. Suguru was perched on the floor, lazily leaning against the bed, watching this interaction. To you, it was hard not to notice he was there. His gaze never left you, burning, as you tried to only focus on your big brother. 

“What is it now, Toru? You were supposed to start packing days ago.” You make your way into his room and do a look around at the clothes strewn all over the floor. “You’ll never keep a girlfriend with a nasty room like this.” You shook your head in disappointment, earning a small chuckle from Geto. Ignoring you, Satoru persisted.

“Well I’ll have you know, this is probably the best surprise you'll ever get.” He pouted. 

You caved, “What could it be? Did you get me a new phone? I heard they cam-”

“Ugh, no” Satoru waved his arms in the air. Always so dramatic.

You stepped out of the car, walking up to the gated manor. Satoru's little surprise was that he had bought a “small” manor near the school. “It's like a basecamp for work. I need something close by and in the area.”

It didn't seem like something small. You were gracious either way. This meant more freedom, and not having to return back home. But it also meant that he probably expected you to stay with him, even after you graduated. But it was quite beautiful. A nice open garden, lots of trees, lots of flowers. Several rooms, and a spacious kitchen and living room. 

“Only the best for you, imouto” 

Suguru was invited to spend a portion of the summer with the two of you, which he accepted. This was the first summer you were free to swim at a beach. And the first summer you were able to visit some of the tourist locations offered in Japan. And the first summer not spent with just you and Satoru, alone.

The moon was high in the sky as you made your way into the kitchen. You never really got over that bad habit of midnight snacking. Your feet padded along the floors, clutching your treasure. You found your way to the patio of the house, and slung your feet to hang over the edge. 

“Late night snack?” You jumped, feeling your heart lurch forward at the deep voice. Your head flipped over to find Suguru standing at the doors entrance, learning against it-arms crossed. You thought he looked so picturesque standing there. Sure, Satoru was one of the most handsome guys out there, but you thought that Suguru may give him a run for his money.

You could barely understand why your heart was beating so loudly, or why you felt that prick of excitement of seeing him there so unexpectedly. You’d read mushy romance stories, and were forced to sit through countless rom-coms with Satoru before, but this really didn't compare to what you felt just then. You hadn't realized you'd been staring as you heard Suguru call out your name.

Your name. Did he say your first name?

Ah, he chose to break through that line of school friends, into something a little more intimate.

A little more subtle.

The way he called your name brought a small blush to your face as you looked away, not wanting him to see. But It was already too late for that. 

“No need to be embarrassed. I was actually up for that, too. Mind if I join you?”

He didn't wait for a response as he went back inside to grab a snack and returned soon after. He sat himself against the pillar, inches away from you. He was facing you now and you found it hard to not look over. He had your favorite snack with him, garnering your attention. “You want some?” He offered.

“Where did you get that from?” Knowing Satoru tried to limit your sweets after hearing that it’ll rot your teeth. Stupid hypocrite. 

“I picked it up from town today. I hid it on the top shelf so Satoru didn't get to it.” He smiled at the way your eyes lit up as you snagged the snack from him. 

He was pretty happy that you didn't correct him when he used your first name. He’d be sure to use it more often now, knowing you wont correct him, and he could only hope that he could hear you say his name back.

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