#however that is very much not advised. you will die

[moonfurthetemmie]

can i offer you an oc who’s going to go through absolute hell for simply existing in these trying times?

This is Coriander (She/they). Coriander has had the misfortune of being Obsidian’s bastard child

more below the cut bc this may get long after all

Random fun fact bc i’m not sure how common knowledge it is: while ‘bastard’ is a very common insult in anime, calling someone a bastard is basically saying their parents weren’t married. can you imagine someone being married to obsidian tho. it would be awful. Unless it was Jet, I guess, but whatever

also here; Cori in their Disguise(TM) (And also work uniform)

But anyways Wheeze and I were just kind of thinking about how hard it would be for people like Cori to even survive if they don’t hide funky spirit traits they get from their shithead of a father, and it evolved into ‘mmm. what if we made one of these hypothetical children’

so we did

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EzpcZD8wW2W-0aniPCwqrIAI-Za_0nHKPRmV12zXHog/edit?usp=sharing

[starlit1daydream]

On the subject of Equius Zahhak: hypersexuality and patriarchy.

It's been a hot minute since I promised to write something like this, and I've been meaning to test a new writing style for these big posts anyways - so I'm going to try my hand at explaining my personal interpretation of Equius Zahhak.

Equius is one of my favourite side characters in Homestuck, and though the individual components of his characterisation are intentionally facetious and humourous, all of these components then come together to form a fantastic and deeply layered commentary, however unintentional.

Let's begin with the basics: our introduction to Equius proper.

The narrative makes it clear from the start how you're meant to feel about this guy for starters - he's a creep and a weirdo. Nepeta says as much in their very first interaction on-screen:

This is backed up by the narrator themselves exhibiting a discomfort with him, painting him as a cryptic and eerily observant loner:

Once again, he's making people uncomfortable. Discomfort is going to be a very common theme going forward, particularly once we tap into Equius' personal interests and the justification behind them.

The next sign is when we first see him properly on-screen, and the narrator is immediately mortified by the state of his room and advises us to move on with the story.

So, immediately, any cognizant reader knows what's up. This guy is a joke character. A punchline, a fool, a weird asshole with no redeeming qualities. This is, of course, the intended reaction.

...Which then brings us to the subversions involved with Equius' character. Every single off-putting and strange thing about him is subsequently repainted in a more flattering light by the conclusion of his screen-time.

What begins as an overcontrolling, possessive demeanour towards Nepeta becomes a genuine, albeit perhaps overbearing desire to protect his moirail from harm. The context of him being Vriska's neighbour helps us infer that he's very, very aware of the dangers of FLARPing.

What starts as a bizarre and testosterone-poisoned obsession with strength becomes more of a fleshed-out character flaw. It's an inherent fault that Equius cannot control that brings him more distress than anything else. We'll delve into that later.

This is not, of course, to say that Equius is without genuine fault. You are still meant to find problems with his behaviour, of course you are; the Aradiabot fiasco is an intentional violation of personal agency based around an unhealthy obsession. He allows himself and his moirail to die because of his refusal to disobey the vapid and classist hemospectrum.

Okay, so why is he like this?

I'm glad you've asked. This is where this delves more into conjecture, based around a few different things.

The state of the internet and online culture at the time of Equius' inception; and the ramifications therein.

What we know to be true about the aspect of Void, and how Equius interacts with it.

The added retroactive context of Hussie's handling of queer topics (as a non-binary person themselves!), particularly on the subject of gender identity.

Let's start with point one.

Equius and hypersexuality.

At the time of Homestuck's inception, it was a veritable fact that the internet was overrun with overt sexuality, oft for the sake of shock value as opposed to arousal. Screamers and shock sites like 2girls1cup, goatse, Mr. Hands... (that last one is particularly relevant).

I cite Mr. Hands in particular because therein we get to the use of bestiality as a gross-out punchline. This is what Hussie's invoking with Equius; you're looking at this guy and seeing a gross freak who hangs horse porn on his walls. It's appealing to the fact that:

Homosexuality was considered a funny punchline.

The furry fandom was considered a funny puchline.

Bestiality was considered a funny punchline.

And so, this thirteen year old child hanging gay horse porn on his walls is meant to be played for laughs.

But with the retroactive lens we're looking at this through now? It's not only deeply disturbing for reasons I don't think I need to explain, but it's also a portrait of unhealthy teenage sexuality and the ramifications of exposure to explicit content at a young age.

Because it's a veritable fact that Equius does not understand boundaries and has a deeply flawed relationship with his sexuality. It's the kind of hypersexuality induced by childhood exposure to sexual material, and I would go as far as to call it a kind of CSE.

Need more proof of this? Dave Strider. Bro's weird sex puppets and usage of pornography as a punchline undeniably fucked Dave up, and explains the way he so regularly uses sex, particularly gay sex as a source of humour. Dave is the same problem that Equius rises, played seriously at a point in the story wherein these things are no longer treated so facetiously.

Furthermore, it becomes clear that Equius does not actually understand what he is consuming and emulating. Pornography isn't pornography to him, it's fine art. He's uncomfortable and unhappy with his sexuality because he lacks a label for it and doesn't know what it is he's feeling. This is tied to his Aspect of Void; but more on that in just a second.

This is uncomfortable. It is meant to be uncomfortable.

Equius' toying with casteplay and power dynamics is a clear representation of this frayed relationship - and it also segues into our point about his lack of self-worth.

Equius, the Heir of Void.

The Void Aspect. The Aspect of irrelevance, secrecy, ignorance, simplicity and absence, amongst other things.

The Heir Class. The Class that indicates an overabundance of the player's Aspect that overwhelms them and embodies them.

Equius is he who inherits, becomes and is consumed by emptiness. Because Equius Zahhak does not have a sense of selfhood or self-worth. The inference brought about by his title as the Heir of Void is that Equius is overwhelmed by nothingness.

Combine this with his Dersite status and the consensus on Lunar Sway (Prospit indicating externalisation, Derse indicating internalisation) and you get a very clear image of how Equius' title translates.

An overwhelming, consuming sense of internalised absence and nothingness. This is where Equius' hemospectrum adherence comes in! It's a cover up to compensate for his purposelessness and lack of meaningful identity. He sees himself as being deficient in anything real or of substance, and so adheres to the system placed before him because it is the only thing he feels he understands.

Once again, this is uncomfortable and a real phenomenon amongst teen boys. We see it with Eridan, too; young and confused teenagers with no sense of purpose falling into harmful and bigoted pipelines because they have no sense of direction otherwise.

(In a roundabout sense this explains Tavros' role as well; The Page indicates a deficit in their Aspect throughout the session and so the trolls lacking Breath in the form of directionlessness fits fairly well).

It's almost like watching a young boy fall into the alt-right, or start feed into Andrew Tate-style snake oil bullshit. It's the exact same kind of exploitation on a much larger scale; because it's the whole of Alternian society orchestrated by Doc Scratch.

You know... the Doc Scratch meant to represent online groomers?

So, we've been over about all I can cover about Equius' sexual trauma, lack of boundaries and emptiness/lack of self. So, how does this translate? Particularly thinking on the last point, I'd like to give my two cents about a very interesting headcanon for Equius that's been circulating a lot lately.

Equius, and gender identity.

A transfeminine reading greatly enhances the content of Equius' character, and provides a narratively satisfying character arc and means of development for them.

(From hereon out, I will be referring to Equius by the pronouns she/her).

I've seen Nekropsii sum this up beautifully, and I'll paraphrase this interpretation to the best of my ability; Equius' manifestation of masculinity is akin to a poison to her.

It makes her into a grotesque, testosterone-poisoned freak that physically cannot interact with anything around her without hurting it. It is the metaphorical confusion and fury of dysphoria made literal. It is the emptiness and lack of self that I myself can corrobate as a trans woman myself.

Masculinity is a curse for Equius. Much like quite a few other Homestuck characters (Dave & Jake come to mind), Equius really fucking hates being a guy.

So, this ties into my final point.

How I personally would have developed Equius had she been given the screentime to keep being relevant to the story.

The transfeminine character arc seems obvious. I believe that, if a person would be willing and able to tackle the more obscene and deliberately uncomfortable components of Equius' character, you could make an incredibly raw and interesting portrayal of transition and identity.

What's more; this is corroborated by Equius' closest relationship. Nepeta Leijon, the Rogue of Heart. The girl whose role indicates the ability to share identity and selfhood. Nepeta could very, very easily function as a catalyst for Equius gaining her own identity and being helped through the transition process. It makes an already STRONG and stable moirallegiance all the more interesting and heartwarming to witness.

This is not to say that Equius should not have agency herself, of course; an important part of this development would be the formulation of an independent self without debilitating outside influence. It would be allowing herself not to be consumed needlessly by Void.

Equius, and further relationship dynamics.

Equius' relationship with Gamzee (which I have always read as a one-sided kismesis) is also very important to me. This is not healthy. Equius is using Gamzee as a vessel for her fantasies and lack of boundaries, and through her black feelings she vents out her frustration with her sexuality and intrinsic need to obey and serve someone of a higher caste.

I don't think I need to tell any of you how well that works out once Gamzee goes sober. (I'd rather not dwell on the topic of the Makaras too long; that's something for a wholly separate post - and one that I'm sure would end up being rather scathing towards Hussie).

Finally, Equius' relationship with Aradia. This is also one I feel is unhealthy and once again one-sided. It is the same principle as Gamzee; merely in the red quadrant as opposed to the pitch one. Equius is using somebody as a vessel to vent out her feelings of purposelessness and frustration, and deliberately ignoring the lack of reciprocation.

Both of these connections are similar; and both of them end with Equius getting her shit kicked in.

How one would retool and treat these relationships post-character development is up to them, but I personally think it would be healthier for Equius to step away from both of them. I don't think Aradia would want or need Equius' continued presence in her life, and Gamzee is notoriously terrible at relationships. (We know damn well how a reciprocated blackrom with him turns out, just ask Terezi).

Equius, in conclusion.

That's all I really have to say on this matter; a long-winded and ultimately self-serving wall of text that I'm sure will come off as masturbatory and stupid when I read over it again. That being said, I wanted to lay all of this down in one place.

tl;dr - Equius Zahhak is a complex and interesting character with commentaries on teenage hypersexuality and unhealthy masculinity, and reading her as a trans woman provides an incredibly interesting character arc for her in the long term.

[dvthomir]

Synopsis; you’ve been loyal to Rhaenyra since you were children, becoming lovers later on. After the tragedy of Storm’s Ends, she doesn’t have to mourn alone.

Warnings; grief, death ( lucerys’ ), guilt, Daemon and Rhaenyra never got married.

Pairing; Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader

I haven’t written much in years and am very rusty, however the got / hotd hyperfixation never left and here I am writing again. Please forgive any mistakes, and how short this is.

Grief was devastating to say the least, especially when the one you’re mourning happens to be your child. You shared Rhaenyra’s pain and grief to an extent, although you couldn’t imagine how she felt learning the death of Lucerys. He was such a young child still, eager to help his mother and make her proud, only to unfairly die alongside his dragon.

Many times in the past, you had been Rhaenyra’s rock, helping her through everything- from her mother’s death to holding her hand as she gave birth. It always had been her and you against this cruel world and this would never change, but having to stay strong for your Queen was tougher than ever- a part of you was getting eaten up by the guilt, you should have been the one sent to Storm’s End.

You weren’t a dragonrider per se, but over the years, Syrax and you bonded and she let you ride her even without Rhaenyra’s presence, although this was a rare occurrence. One day, many moons ago, your lover told you Syrax could feel the love you had for one another and that was the reason she liked you so much.

You shouldn’t have let Lucerys rides Arrax to Storm’s Ends, it was obviously dangerous and you let the worst happen- for that, you would never be able to forgive yourself. If only you had insisted to be the messenger, the boy would be safe and with his mother. Learning the context of how Lucerys died, killed by Aemond Targaryen, made you drown in even more guilt as he most likely wouldn’t have harmed you, he had no revenge to seek out on you.

Riding Syrax was something you had done countless times, your arms wrapped around Rhaenyra’s waist tightly, the wind caressing your face as you would enjoy the beautiful view- it was one of the things you enjoyed the most but this time was unlike all the ones before. Rhaenyra and you were here, on Storm’s Ends to recover Lucerys’ remains if there was any left.

Your eyes closed tightly as Syrax neared the beach where fishermen were going through their finds of the day. Your heart tightened as you could make out what resembled a dragon’s wing on the sand, covered by a fishing net. The impending confirmation of what had happened in the sky of Storm’s Ends was terrifying you, you weren’t ready to bid farewell to one of the children you helped raise.

Your beloved had mostly been silent since her uncle, Daemon told her of Lucerys’ fate after delivering the message. This moment was replaying in your head, Rhaenyra’s words echoing in your ears.

All the close members of the Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen’s council were attending the meeting- council whose members were essentially composed of Lords, the Queen herself and you. You weren’t a soldier, a Lord or anything of the sort but wherever the Queen went, you accompanied her, advising her if she asked for your input.

When Daemon interrupted the meeting by his entrance in the room, and simply by the look on his face, you could tell he was the bearer of awful news for the Queen. This was proven true mere seconds later as he informed Rhaenyra and you of the death of Lucerys.

Rhaenyra remained silent, staggering ever so slightly, trying to accept what had happened, what the fate of her young son had been. When she turned around, facing her council, you could discern the pain on her face, even if it was hidden under her anger and need of vengeance.

Your heart shattered into thousands of pieces when you heard the news Daemon was bringing. Rhaenyra’s sons might not have been yours biologically wise, but you had helped raising them and always loved them as if they were yours.

“ I want Aemond Targaryen” was the only thing the Queen said to the council that terrible night, and quite honestly the most she had said since she learnt what had happened to her dear son.

As soon as Syrax landed on the sand, next to the fishermen and smallfolk who ran for their lives immediately after they saw the yellow dragon approaching the beach. Rhaenyra was the first to land on her feet, directly heading for the fishing nets you noticed when flying atop the dragon. You rushed after your lover, quickly catching up- she dropped on her knees, taking off the nets from the remaining of Arrax’s wing and what resembled of Lucerys’ clothes.

Rhaenyra broke into sobs, the reality of her son’s passing dawning on her, mourning him as she held the clothes tightly against her chest. It was your turn to drop on your knees, right next to your lover, whom you held close, she leaned into your embrace as you mourned alongside her, finally allowing the tears to flow down your eyes freely.

Syrax watched the scene from where she landed, roaring her pain and grief away, both from sharing Rhaenyra’s emotions as well as mourning Arrax, her own son.

[barleyo]

If ur in twd fandom I would loveee a Daryl dixon age gap fic!! Just him being disgusting over taking her first time? Just a major power imbalance between them. Dont do this if ur uncomfy ofc!! Stay safe bookie <33

Men Who Are Older.

Daryl Dixon X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: cried happy tears at this request, i LOVE daryl, he's so yummy. dirty old men foreverrrrr!!! i haven't seen all of twd and it's been a while since i've watched it, so this could be super ooc for all i know!! sorry it's short, i wanted to get all my ideas down quickly :3

Tags: LARGE age gap (18-19 and late 40-ish), power imbalance, coercion, p in v, loss of virginity, allusion to anal, creepy old man behavior (ugh i luv it)

Wordcount: 1.2k

You found yourself often visiting Daryl in his tent later in the night when you couldn't sleep. He tried to act like it annoyed him, like your presence was a nuisance to him, but it wasn't. You weren't the most irritating person he had to deal with day-to-day. You were polite enough for your age, you didn't mess around and snoop through his shit. You didn't judge him.

Most importantly, though, you were attractive. There wasn't much hot, young tail to chase around the camp. He liked to think you were his reward for living through hell every day. Nothing like eye candy at the end of the night to ease a hardened man's stress.

It was like most nights when you entered his tent, not bothering to announce yourself. Daryl looked up from the pocket knife he had been mindlessly flicking to eye you down. 

"Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" 

"Yeah, right," you said, taking a casual seat on his bedroll. "What're you doing?"

He clicked his tongue at you on his bed, but sighed and ignored it. "Nothing. Too damn late to do anythin' important."

"Want to chit-chat, then?" You rested your hands on your knees, hoping he would soothe your boredom.

"Do I wanna 'chit-chat'?" Daryl flicked his knife closed and tucked it in his back pocket. "If you wanna chat, why don't you go do it with someone else? You don't have friends your age?" 

"I used to." He didn't say anything, just flattened his mouth at your rebuttal. "We're friends though, aren't we?"

Crossing his arms, he let out a hum. "Whatever you want, kid. Sure. We're real pals."

You spoke about whatever came to your mind for the next however-many minutes with him. Mostly just you babbling on, but it didn't bother him. You could run off at your mouth all you wanted, gave him all the excuse to stare you down and look a little too closely at places he knew he shouldn't.

Eventually, you got on the topic of things you missed about life before. Things you wished you got to experience, things you were slowly starting to forget about.

"I didn't even get to properly lose my virginity before this shit took over," you complained, now laying on Daryl's bed like it was your own. "It really bites, man." 

His eyes widened a bit, arms falling to his legs from their crossed position. 

"Wait, what'd y'say?" 

"Huh? Oh, I didn't get to have sex with anyone before the outbreak," you repeated, not caring to turn to face him while you spoke. "Sometimes, I wonder if I'll die before I get any." 

So many things rushed through Daryl's head at that moment. A virgin? You? It wasn't exactly surprising, you weren't old enough for it to be a shocking thing to hear, but the thought really intrigued him. Made him wonder.

It gave him an idea, and lord knows dirty, old men have even dirtier ideas stewing in their minds.

"That bother you?" 

You finally turned your head over to look at him, eyes looking conflicted.

"I guess, a little. There are bigger things to worry about, but I feel like I'm missing out," you said while trying your best to sound nonchalant. "It's not much of a priority, under the circumstances, you know."

Oh, how wrong you were. It very much was a priority, an urgent one at that. 

"Never know. Could happen, if y'really wanted. Don't rule it out completely," he advised, wiping his face with the back of his palm. "Maybe some younger man might find his way here. Could be an opportunity." 

"Nah, I couldn't go for that. I don't wanna be inexperienced and have to deal with an equally inexperienced guy too. That'd be like hell," you joked.

"Sounds like you want an older man, then."

He called on every guardian angel he had in that moment, praying for you to take the bait. Just one chance, damn it, he wasn't asking for much.

"Yeah, guess so." You made eye contact with him for a brief second, before flitting your eyes around in embarrassment. "Listen, it's getting late, I should go." You pushed yourself up, ready to head back to your family.

Daryl stood from his seat and grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"I don't mind," he said, dancing around the answer to the question you didn't yet ask. "I know my fair share."

"Those don't sound like sounds a virgin'd make," he teased. He loved how you sounded. Straight from a porno, just shameless cries and squeals. "You sure you ain't did this before?"

He watched the back of your head shake 'no' while his hand guided along the arch in your spine. Took you a while to learn to keep your head down and ass up, but damn it if you didn't put the knowledge to work quickly.

"Am I supposed to be dizzy?" you asked, voice muffled by the blankets under you.

Daryl chuckled softly, slamming your hips back on him. "Yeah, if the guy's doin' it right. Feel good?"

Your hands clenched the fabric you were laying on, digging into it roughly.

"I think? I—I dunno, 's just so much."

Being the man he was, Daryl took that as a challenge. He flipped you over on your back, cock still rocking into you. He sped up, letting his movements get sharper. 

"C'mon," he muttered gruffly, trying to urge you to place your legs on his shoulders, "you gonna be this much of a problem for the next guy?"

You gave your weak legs a kick, wrapping them around his neck so the shaking wouldn't roll them off his shoulders. 

"No, no," you whined, groping your tits to keep your hands busy, "don't want another guy. He won't be as good as you, Dar." 

How the hell could a few little words get him ramped up even more? He knew you probably didn't mean it, horny girls said whatever their pussies wanted them to say, but the way he fucked you made you believe your own words.

"Yeah? I ruined ya for other guys already?" 

The stark difference between his now softer tone and rougher thrusts confused your brain in the best ways possible. You couldn't focus on just one aspect of him: Daryl was everywhere. In your brain, in your heart, in the very blood flowing through your veins— and, of course, inside of you. 

It was too much, all of it. 

Your walls clamped tightly over him, sucking him in like a vacuum. The clenching of your walls over his dick sent him over the edge, barely leaving him enough time to pull out. He bit the back of his hand, stifling a moan while he jerked himself the rest of the way off, coating your tired pussy with his cum. 

"You didn't cum inside, did you?" You sat up quickly, scooting back a bit. 

Daryl let out a huff. "I'm not an amateur, I know how to pull out."

"Just checking," you mumbled, lying back down on his bedroll, head nuzzling into the pillow.

You felt his dick push up against your ass, prodding between your cheeks.

"I could show you a way that'll make sure no idiot douchebags get ya knocked up," he offered, head desperately tapping against your asshole, "if you want."

A soft sigh came from your chest as you pushed your ass back on him.

"You're an eager teacher, y'know."

[lavandulawrites]

Yan!genshin thoughts? Bet.

Tighnari's darling likes being loud just to annoy him since he has sensitive years. His darling probablu also likes using strong smells to make sure he stays away for a while, at least till they fade away.

Yan! Diluc definetly baby proofs every single corner from the manor. Also, against popular belif, I dont think he would baby trap his darling. Like, yeah, he does realise it could keep her with him forever, but at the same time, he is probably too scared she is going to die during child birth(I see teyvat as at least a few centuries in the past. A period when women dying during childbirth was the norm).

Yan! Capitano is scared to hurt his darling more than he'd like to admit. Probably had a nightmare about it one time and left his bedroom faster than my last braincell during the math test, to check on his darling...possible that due to the comotion she woke up and threw the pillow at him....well, at least she is alright.

If Xiao'd darling compliments some hybrid's animal features, he 100% will scoff and let her see his wings(jealousy jealousy?). Also, if she is being held in the abode, he most likely lets her out during lantern rite. Under his strict supervision ofc.

If Kazuha's darling is wearing a hat, Kazuha definetly stole it so "people wont recognize her"(what a load of bs). Also, I hc that Kazuha accepted the smth's offer and went back to represent the Kaedehara clan...just so he can trap his darling more.

Yan Neuvillette secretly reads the novels he gifts his darling (totally doesn't enjoy them himself more than her). If his darling asks for some fish an aquarium, he might complain that fish need to be free(ironic, isnt it?). Also, he daydreams about taking a bath with his prisoner lover.

Wriothesley 100% gets his darling a cat and gets jealous of it if(rather when) his darling shows more attention to the cat...or when the cat is making biscuits on his darling's chest(this is way more common than one might think)

Unpopular opinion, Dottore is absolutely touch-starved and loves cuddles. After a long day of torture testing in the lab, he just wants to lay down with his darling. Probably also got his lover a pet, just to make sure she gets attached to it and use it as blackmail.

Ajaw and Kinich's darling are great friends.Ajaw likes his darling because she does anything in her power to annoy Kinich after well, being abducted. The difference however is that when his lover does it, it feels more personal. Ajaw and Kinich's darling often times advise each other on how to be the biggest pests alive.

Also, googletranslate is hot.

Goddamn you cooked🫶🏻Also, I haven’t forgotten your Kazuha request🤫

Poor Tighnari, he is really gonna suffer😭 Though I believe he manages to turn the table one way or another…

I 100% agree with you. Diluc would definitely baby-proof absolutely everything. He is so extremely overprotective (I ain’t complaining🤭). I also agree with the baby trapping. I think he has considered it, but he chooses not to, as it would do more damage than good.

Yeah, Capitano is definitely very paranoid. It does make sense after all the things he has experienced, paranoia is only to be expected. I think he would make his darling sleep in the same bed as him in order to watch over her.

Hahah Xiao is so petty (kinda cute). He definitely would want her to see the beautiful lanterns with him. It would be like a date that the humans talk so much about.

Awww he definitely would. If he did go back to restore his clan, Kazuha would definitely have enough power to keep his darling close to him at all times. It would be a wise move. Thigh his longing for freedom would make it difficult, so he would have to sacrifice something.

Hehhe that’s definitely something he would do. He really is a hypocrite🙄 Though he would definitely argue that he is only doing so in order to”to protect you”. Oh yeah, Neuvillette definitely daydreams a lot about taking a bath with his darling.

Wriothesley getting jealous of a cat is something I never knew I needed😭 It’s kinda cute tho tbh. Though I don’t think he would dislike the cat, he would definitely compete with it to see who gets your attention first. The cats wins every single time (as it should).

I agree with you. People forget that Dottore has been abandoned and hated through all his life (not to say that some of it is without reason) and it’s only natural that he would crave affection when he has gotten his hands on his darling. Ooof he is really sly with that pet thing😬

Ajaw and Kinich’s darling would definitely be besties. I really pity Kinich. Both Ajaw and darling would give him grey hairs rather fast😭

All in all, you really cooked with your headcanons😌 they’re all on point in my opinion🤭

Give me your yandere thoughts

[foxglove-if]

DEMO T.B.A. ✧ PLAYLISTS ✧ C. INTRODUCTIONS ✧ PINTEREST BOARD

“There has been an endless series of mass disappearances that have been occurring in every part of this city. The authorities return to the people empty-handed, unable to provide us with answers. There is never a trace left behind — it is as if they had never even existed.

Her return is a source that we can utilize.”

You have departed from Vinarela, an urban landscape once renown as a metropolis of opportunity and advancement, that held the memories of the very woman who had cared for you for the entirety of your adolescence. Commemorating her memory only brought you a pain that you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge, even after so much time had passed by you.

Your grandmother had disappeared at the beginning of your transition into early adulthood, becoming a statistic in the unwavering affliction of disappearances that have besmirched this city. It's only saving grace is the technological advancement that it provides to its people, offering the possibility of a step forward into a more grander life.

It had never persuaded you to remain in its confines — it is one of the many reasons that you had decided to abandon it. If anything, once the opportunity had arisen, you didn’t hesitate to snatch it before it could disappear before your eyes.

Now, after several years had passed, the city beckons for you to return.

It started when the authorities of Vinarela had greeted you with a phone call one arbitrary evening, one that you were reluctant to answer, announcing that your grandmother had been found — unlocking a plethora of emotions that you kept clandestine.

The news of her return lured you back into the iron maiden that was Vinarela, impulsively packing your belongings and finalizing your decision to return. You were intent on seeing her again, even if it meant sacrificing the entirety of your mental and emotional well-being.

However, what you didn’t know was that you would awaken that night to a whole other world and become enraptured in the complexities of it. Will you be able to survive it, or will you be consumed by what this new world has to offer you?

Foxglove is an 18+ Interactive Fiction novel that is currently under development that will feature, but is not limited to, the following themes: In-Depth Depiction & Symbolism of Grief, Mental Illness, Derealization, the Usage of Drugs & Alcohol, Descriptions of Heavy Gore, Religious Undertones, Discussions of Suicide, Themes of Psychological Horror, Foul Language, and (optional) Explicit Sexual Content.

The following list of Content Warnings will be updated as the novel progresses and appears at the very beginning right after the Main Menu.

Reader Discretion is advised. Please do not read this novel if you’re uncomfortable with any of the following themes.

(NOTE: I am not a native English speaker, so there may be spelling errors and or sentences that don’t make coherent sense. If there are any issues that you’ve found, please let me know.)

✧ An Interactive Fiction novel that emphasizes the importance of your choices, as well as a focus on storytelling. In addition, this novel is heavily inspired by the Silent Hill franchise.

✧ Customize your character's Pronouns, Sexuality, Personality, and Physical Appearance.

✧ The novel introduces you to Vinarela, however, it starts in the Gothic Cyberpunk world of Desikpara, one that features the infestation of technology as well as the supernatural and many unknown creatures.

✧ Choose how you can escape and or survive certain situations.

✧ All characters have the chance to die. It is up to you whether or not that is their fate.

✧ Romance one out of five potential Love Interests. (Two female, one male, one non-binary, and one gender-selectable.)

ABEL — THE VENERER. { M }

A lunar-struck vourdalak, in opposition of the instincts built within him, ABEL makes it his mission to hunt and slaughter the entities that plague Desikpara. Albeit an inherently reclusive man, he is able to provide others a genuine sense of decorum that is almost unfitting for him.

ABEL has rescued you before, exemplifying a raw strength that borders on the edge of that of a rabid animal, adorned in a tenebrous cloak besmirched with jagged cuts that reveal umber skin. However, no matter what, he immediately avoids your gaze, refusing eye contact. He seems amiable, but there seems to be something that has him keeping his distance from you.

ECHO — THE OCCULTIST. { F / M / NB }

ECHO is a seemingly electric bundle of nerves upon stumbling onto you, figuratively and quite literally. They are seemingly timid, muddling up some of their words trying to maintain a conversation.

It eventually improves after meeting you a couple of more times, allowing you to see them for who they are.

You soon come to find out that they are a student of the Occult and just a lone wanderer, studying the world as it is. It almost makes you question how they have been able to last as long as they have on their own. It is a question that lingers at the forefront of your mind, however, it is almost as if it disappears from your mind before you can speak it into existence.

There is something that lies underneath the personality that they don, producing an air of mystery around them.

LILITH — THE COURIER. { F }

The eternal shepherd of the "flock", serving those who are first brought into Desikpara, LILITH is a woman of diminutive words. Although she does not make it a habit to speak, it is still a priority for her to tend to those under her care, moreover relinquishing her guidance for those who no longer desire it.

LILITH has managed to succeed in guiding others to escape Desikpara if they so wished to, in addition to managing and watching over the cemetery.

She is accompanied by a Fae companion, who assists LILITH in her plethora of responsibilities. The both of them wish for nothing but to assist you in escaping this world, similar to those who have arrived before you.

FABLE — THE HAUNTED. { NB }

FABLE is a recognized mercenary within Desikpara, notorious for their ability to execute missions with little to no faults. There are many who are presumptuous in assuming that their strength is minimal due to their synthetic arms, only to be proven wrong by their accomplishments.

FABLE is not afraid to be direct to others and make decisions that may be deemed to others as hazardous. They tend to calculate their actions before committing to them, advocating for strategy over brute force.

They are an undisclosed person, but is willing to lend a helping hand to whoever may request them if there is even the slightest chance of money being involved. You are bound to encounter them, searching to see if you can utilize their services.

??? — THE EXECUTIONER. { F }

A "devoted" servant of the Crimson Veil, an organization infested throughout most of Desikpara, ??? serves as one of their many exterminators.

The both of you seem to continuously encounter each other — to the point it almost doesn't feel like a simple coincidence. It manifests an anomalous curiosity within you; a desire to know a bit more about this mysterious stranger.

[lavishlyleo]

Astrology Observations 5

One thing I've noticed with Gemini Moons is that while they do love to talk to people and share their thoughts, if they aren't interested in the conversation's topic or if you stay on one topic for too long, they tend to zone out. If they aren't very invested in the convo at hand it will be VERY noticeable (e.g. blank stares, they suddenly go very quiet, dry repetitive responses, checking their phone frequently).

The same can be said for individuals with a lot of Air in their charts in general, especially Gemini and Libra. It can be hard to keep these individuals attention for prolonged periods of time. They like to cut to the interesting part so keep what you have to say very brief and to the point.

Not something Leo Moons are known for, but that I've noticed is that they can be really good at analyzing peoples behavior. Like, they'll see how someone acts and can make connections to their own behavior to understand some elses emotions and feelings. It's how many Leo Moons relate to people, bonus points if their Moon is in a water house!

In your Natal chart, if your ruling planet 's transit is in opposition or square with your natal ruling planet's sign, it can indicate a period of bad luck and hardship. It may feel like the world is against you at the moment, especially if said aspect is in a less than 5° orb. Not a great transit aspect to have.

For example, My ruling planet is Jupiter (Sag Rising) and it's in Scorpio at 9°. IRONICALLY ENOUGH, in my Solar Return chart for this year, Jupiter is in Taurus at 9°. So I'm expecting a lot to happen this year. Later on this year I'll make an update on this aspect.

If you have Scorpio or Pisces in your SR top 3 this year, don't take this lightly!! Like I said in my last post with manifestations, this will be a year that your manifestation power is at an all time high! You may literally speak things into existence, for better or for worse.

On the topic of Scorpio/Pisces SR top three, my advice for this (and I'm speaking from experience) is try to think about things you want to happen, not things you don't want or like. For example, if you think about how much you don't like a certain person, later on down the line you may find yourself suddenly coming back in contact with that person a lot more, when either you wanted to or not.

People with Cancer personal placements, I'd advise you to frequently check the Moon's transit and positions! Whenever it's the full or new moon, keep tabs on what happens those days and how you feel. Let me know in the comments anything interesting that's happened to yall during those times!

I've said this once and I'll say it again, Scorpio Mars are some of the most PERSISTENT people I've ever seen. When it comes to their desires, NOTHING stands in their way. However this can be detrimental if it's bad habits like drinking, smoking, stealing, ect. One way or another they will get what they want, even if it costs them everything. These people can truly be the victim of their own desires. Honorary mention- Taurus Mars.

Listen, if you ever need someone to promote your music, call an Aquarius Venus/Dominant person. I swear to god these people listen to the most obscure, outta pocket things I've ever heard.

Taurus 6th/5th housers tend to be those people at work that live by the slow and steady motto. They don't like to rush and do a sloppy job on whatever their working on.

On the other hand, Aries 6th/5th housers may be very fast workers, and it usually works well for them, works well under pressure. not the most thorough people but for the most part they get the job done.

People with a lot of Gemini and Leo placements in their chart tend to give off Aries energy.

Capricorn and Scorpio relationships are literally ride or die. I know a couple with many of these placements and they are so possessive of each other. Even after heated arguments and many hardships, they always come back together and work out their issues, it's really sweet!

When in an awkward situation, Libra Risings tend to try and break the tension first. Sometimes they can make the situation more awkward doing this but they're always the ones to bring the vibes back to the way they were, so I appreciate it. Gemini Risings may also do this but can be slightly more unhinged in their methods. I love both regardless for it😭💕.

The reason puberty for all of us hits hard is because it's around this time that Saturn is usually in the sign opposite from our Saturn sign. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it, itcchanges a lot of what we focus on and introduces us to new struggles. Although with Saturn retrograde, the age of which these changes can affect us can range from 13 all the way up to 25. Saturn is trying to toughen us up before we become adults.

What your Rising Sign's season is may be the season/months you prefer. For example, I'm a Sagittarius Rising and I tend to like late fall/early winter.

Your Moon sign can show how you process not just your emotions, but how you handle other peoples emotions, and how you relate to them. For example, a Leo Moon may relate to others by thinking of themselves in someone elses shoes, and how they would handle situations. While a Gemini Moon may relate other peoples emotions with stories from others that they've heard, and use what they've observed from other people to help others.

Venus PC Moon can also show this, I'd look at both sign's relationship to see the full picture of how one truly processes theirs and others emotions.

Moon/Pluto Aspects in someone's chart can show a relationship where however the mother treats the native, is how the native will end up treating her as they get older. For example, if the mother was negligent to the native in their younger years, then as they get older they will have a detached and impersonal attitude towards her. Basically the natives mirror how they were nurtured in youth.

"She say do you love me, I tell her only partly. I only love my bed and my mama I'm sorry." -Drake, a Cancer Moon.

People who say Gemini/Libra placements are indecisive have CLEARLY never met someone with many personal fire placements, especially if it's their top 3. Fire sign energy is naturally high and can be all over the place sometimes, this can include their thoughts and decision making as well, mostly concerning the direction of their passions and work. They may have a million ideas of what they're about to do but have trouble slowing down and planning it all out into managable chunks at a time. Will fight for what they want but may have trouble picking their battles wisely.

[a-very-tired-jew]

I have an interview for a position outside of academia in a few hours and I’m both excited and saddened.

I love teaching. I love being a professor and lecturing on topics that I’m truly passionate about. My years in various performing arts has given me a skill set that translates very well to teaching students of all ages.

If you were to look at my student evaluations at the end of the semester you’d see that they repeatedly state I made students become passionate about subjects they’d never thought about because I was able to teach them in an entertaining way. Because at the end of the day, that’s what matters.

Did my students learn what I wanted them to learn? So what if I said “look at these fuckin bugs” or that “Anopholes mosquitoes feed face down, ass up”, my students learn the material and are engaged. They’re coming up to me the next semester to let me know that they’re now double majoring, minoring, or switched majors because of my classes. It’s a fantastic feeling and I love watching people fall in love with entomology like I did years ago.

But after the events of the Fall and Spring semesters at my university and academia as a whole… well, I no longer feel welcome. I no longer feel safe. I no longer feel like it’s worth trying to exist in this space.

I never made my politics or views on the I/P conflict known to my students, only a few of my colleagues have any clue and that’s due to me correcting misinformation. It is university policy to not put any of our politics into our lectures or advising. And let’s be honest, I’m lecturing on insects and other arthropods, the only politics that sort of become relevant are ones about conservation and climate change. Even then, I maintain as much neutrality as I can while sticking to empirically supported evidence.

I made this blog because my inability to actually speak out and vent about these things in my everyday life was just getting to be too much. I needed, and still do, an avenue to just talk about all of this shit and put my thoughts down.

However, the fact that myself, other Jewish faculty, and Jewish students have been harassed, assaulted, and our offices, dorms, and centers vandalized for simply being Jewish with no response from the university besides “we’re sorry that happened” is too little. I can’t, in good faith, stay in a profession where people target a minority for simply existing and leadership does nothing.

I’m hoping this interview is my way out for the time being and I get to stay local. I might come back to academia, but only to universities/colleges like Brandeis where I know I’ll be safe. I’d rather not have to clean “die kike” off my door again if possible.

[vulptalia]

re: ur last post with the videos, i’d very much be interested to hear more on ur thoughts abt alfred and arthur’s relationship — the good and the bad — when alfred was growing up if you feel like sharing!

Anon, I could speak for hours on this (under the cut)

I’ll start with a blanket disclaimer that this is all my head cannon based loosely on real history and personal preference, and very very sparingly based on the actual Hetalia Cannon. Oh also TW for verbal/physical abuse.

The Nation personas, as I see them, are human-adjacent manifestations of a society under one sovereign nation. This is very open ended, I have no specifics on what quantifies when a persona is “born,” but nonetheless as far as humans are concerned: they know of these personas and have their own complicated relationships with them.

In blanket terms I think these personas were often deified by their cultures prior to the renaissance. Personas like Ancient Rome, or China, or even Japan were probably seen as immortal gods for long periods of their nations’ history. I’m no theologian so I can’t speak to how their existence would influence real life religions of the time, so for the most part I just say they go hand in hand. But nonetheless, to put it simply, the personas have always been seen as others. As I mentioned they are (practically) immortal, and age at an indiscriminate rate (more or less related to the existence of their nation), so pretty non-human in that regard.

I head cannon that Arthur was born in the Dark Ages, perhaps late-800CE. Because of Christian beliefs of the time he had multiple attempts on his life as a baby, as he grew slowly compared to other new-borns, and (evidently) couldn’t be killed. Eventually left in the woods to die, Arthur managed to survive, and grow, and spent decades away from people to avoid violence against him. However, come the establishment of a unified England under Athelstan (? Forgive my English history knowledge) and the establishment of other nations in Europe around the same time, with their own personas (HRE), the English began searching for their nation’s persona and Arthur revealed himself. He was around 200 years old at this point but physical appearance wise he was probably 12-14.

From there on out Arthur was an established figure of the monarchy and lead, (for the most part) a very luxurious life as the English established themselves as a hegemony in Europe. Ofc there’s things like the Hundred Years War, etc, but at this time I think Arthur was becoming very adjacent to his people; power hungry. He enjoyed the life of conquest and empire. Come the age of New World exploration and the knowledge of native tribes along side English and Spanish colonies in the Americas, Arthur most likely advised the English that another persona was likely born, and should be found as part of the race to claim North America.

I head cannon that Alfred was born in the Roanoke Colony (I found this fic shares the same interpretation and I love that!!! <3), and come whatever happened to the Roanoke settlers, Alfred was taken in by a local Native American tribe. I’ve done some research into local tribes during the time period but, in wanting to respect culture and get my facts right, I haven’t settled on a particular tribe or nation. Though I lean towards the Paspahegh. Alfred was of course a unique baby as well, taking years to grow into a toddler, however in alignment of Powhatan beliefs, I believe the Paspahegh would’ve seen Alfred as more akin to an offering: an example of healthy land, a healthy child. This to say, they had no interest in harming him and were not dissuaded by his slow aging.

Of course, as history would go: following the settlement of Jamestown and the Paspahegh Massacre, Alfred was given directly to Arthur (at his request) to raise and tend to. Alfred would be around 20 but physically he was 4, maybe 5. He doesn’t really remember the Massacre, and Arthur doesn’t talk about it.

Initially in the conquest for the New World I believe Arthur was very head strong and goal oriented, but actually meeting Alfred changed that for him. He had of course planned to raise this child for the sake of the English empire (a loyal colony), however he didn’t anticipate actually caring for him. Arthur falls for him hard and having Alfred actually causes him a great deal of anxiety. He fears Alfred will be attacked by people like he was, and he fears what the future holds for him. At this point in history Arthur had seen hundreds of battles, had fought in bloody, brutal wars, and worst of all had seen what people were capable of doing to things they feared. So, Arthur has a house built outside of Jamestown for him and Alfred, and he begins to raise him in solitude.

He’s strict, and of course very English. Alfred is raised in silks and taught piano with a private English education. He’s not allowed to leave the property and he certainly isn’t allowed to speak to anyone who isn’t Arthur, or the rotating house staff. However, Alfred is lively, and very American. He wants to play in the dirt, he wants to be anything but sheltered. From just the first few years together this sparked Arthur’s harsh parenting (to put it simply).

Think, aristocratic. Children should be seen, not heard. Slouching at the table got a slap on the wrist, dirtied clothes? A harsh lecture. “You should be grateful.” Alfred would misbehave, Arthur would yell.

Arthur was often called back to England, and thus spent months, if not years away from Alfred. During these trips Alfred learned to sneak out, and met Davie. I’ve mentioned this “rotating house staff,” who are obviously human, who serve for a time and then change their post (aka return to England). As my “cannon” goes Alfred grew from ages 4/5-16/17 from 1607 to 1770: meaning he grew about 11 years over the span of ~170 years. This to say Alfred was around different humans, though they were all trained royal staff, aka not personable. They guarded the land, fed Alfred, taught him his lessons, but never stayed longer than 3-4 years before being replaced; to a child living life-times longer than them, those few years might as well be a matter of minutes. So, growing bored and antsy whilst Arthur is away, Alfred escapes the confines of his home and meets colonists. The first human Alfred actually got to meet and speak to on his own, as far as I’m concerned, is Davie.

He visited Davie throughout his life, so presumably at least 50 years of watching what would one day be his nation, begin to flourish. Being "America" he probably not only felt a kinship with the colonists he met and observed, but also longed to be living with them and quickly grew tired of his English life-style, and the selfish rules Arthur imposed on him. I can't recall what the show states is cannon, but I don't think Alfred ever tells Arthur about Davie (at least, not while he's young). When Arthur returns from trips abroad Alfred acts as if he never left the house, and the staff don't snitch out of fear of capital punishment(lol). Instead Alfred spends years attempting to gain his own freedom from under Arthur's strict control of his life, attempting to persuade and getting in numerous arguments. He insists the world is not as horrid as Arthur states, and Arthur doesn't buy it for a second. Under duress of the Seven Years War their relationship fractures even more, and conveniently at the same time the American people are beginning to dread colonial rule.

In his own personal act of rebellion against Arthur, and as a final straw (running away from home) Alfred sought a seat at the First Continental Congress, solidifying himself in alignment with the American people, and revealing himself publicly as the nation’s persona. (Educated folk of the time most likely knew of Alfred’s existence but probably hadn’t considered him a contender this early in the revolution). From there of course, independence in declared, the nations go to war. As they say; the rest is history.

TLDR?;

Alfred was the first chance of a normal, human life Arthur had ever been given. He loved him, he loves him, more than anything but he didn't know how to care for him in a way that wouldn't smother him. Arthur had an ideal version of Alfred and Alfred's life in his mind and he would do anything to make that vision an reality, even if it meant ignoring Alfred's wants, even if it meant yelling at him, or hitting him. However, Alfred couldn't know this, he was a child, he loved Arthur, he loves him still, but he resented him for forcing him into a life he never asked for, and punishing him whenever he rebelled against it. The Revolution is the first of many small steps in mending their relationship, and it takes literal centuries of growth on both their parts until Arthur is willing to admit wrong doing and Alfred is willing to forgive.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Who do you think Epic met first between Color and Delta?

If it was Delta, do you think Color would get paranoid, jealous or upset about Delta having other friends (he doesn't really, just acquaintances)? Would he feel that at first Epic is a threat to his stability?

How would they (mostly Delta/Beta) handle this?

I usually tend to think that Epic met Delta first, and introduced him to Color later on (probably worried about causing Color to feel overwhelmed or trapped with too many people in one spot too early), but I was talking with @toffeebrews on Discord awhile back—when I was making this headcanon—and had the thought that, Color doesn’t know Epic, but Epic saw Color around in Sugar’s (Lust’s) bar a few times.

They never talked to eachother, and Color never saw or remembered Epic being there, but it was an awkward first meeting you can imagine.

As for if Color would be paranoid, jealous or upset, I think so, yeah. I’d imagine that the security he felt with Delta, that likely took awhile to build, would start to waver; and now suddenly everything Delta does and says, or doesn’t do or say, feels—to Color—like he’s going to leave, or that Color is starting to “fade” from existence again, being forgotten again.

Which might be particularly devastating, if Color thought that Delta would never do that to him. Couldn’t.

Considering how we all know Color feels his emotions intensely and—according to himself—can’t control them, is known for his intense anger, explosive emotional outbursts might be likely. However, this is Delta. Someone very, very important to him.

Color has also said he likes the Patience soul in particular because it makes him calm. Not tells him to be, not helps him to be, makes him calm.

We also see in some of the Othertale comics that Color is the type to “go for a walk” and “need space” when his emotions start becoming too much—so he’s at least self aware enough on that front.

In this case however, in his and the souls’ eye, maybe they think Color can’t handle being alone again, being left behind again. They all can’t handle it—they’d rather die. Again.

So I’d imagine that if Color’s emotions—especially his anger—ever start to become “too much” or “bad and wrong,” Patience will make Color unnaturally calm. Eerily so, and in sharp contrast to his behavior earlier. It doesn’t actually stop whatever emotions Color was feeling; it’s just something stopping the dam from breaking and flooding, either at that moment or at that place.

Because it doesn’t want Color to “make” Delta leave them with his emotions, and possibly, doesn’t want Color to hurt himself—hurt them all—as a result of his emotions.

I’d imagine there’d be a lot of internal criticism, guilt, shame and disgust about feeling “wrong” and “bad” emotions on Color’s end. Other souls could make this worse, such as Justice having its own black-and-white sense of justice, Patience disapproving of anger and impatience, and Kindness wanting people to not be “mean.”

Integrity likely could become critical and judgmental as well, if Color ever does or says anything that goes against their morals, values, and rules (assuming they have those in place at this point in time); but only if Color does that. I doubt Integrity is type to place ideas of “good” or “bad” on emotions, feelings, or thoughts—or at least, not to the extent that Color and Justice do.

I feel like Integrity is much more likely to advise Color into just being honest—both with himself, and with Delta. To encourage Color to ask for what he needs, or to ask for something to stop.

It could all lead to Color neglecting himself and his emotions, seeing himself as something evil and tainted for even having them at all, but it still doesn’t stop the growing fear, hurt, and anger—which Color is likely to try to deeply suppress or take out on himself internally, while outwardly either overcompensating or withdrawing and shutting himself off if that fails.

If whatever Delta is doing or saying, or fails to do or say that makes Color feel forgotten, belittled, abandoned, or rejected, continues to persist, it’s possible that’s when Color will have an intense, explosive outburst.

Especially if Color feels like Delta is doing it knowingly and purposefully—because then it shifts from blaming himself, to making it harder to do so and potentially starting to blame Delta or even Epic—only able to see the absolute worse in Delta and/or Epic.

Potentially a lesson for Color to learn to be more communicative about what’s going on inside his head and what he’s feeling.

Ebbebw I hope that made any sense my brains been all over the place lately I’ll probably try to talk more about delta & beta later (or delta and beta fans can add on themselves)

[blueberri-blu]

Ch.4 Mea Vita ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡

[rise]Future!Donnie x Future!Reader & Donnie x Reader (Post Krang Invasion)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, gore, injuries, may add more

Please heed the warnings

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You two were interrupted, however, by a loud crash, and Older Leo yelling for Older Donnie. "Stay Here, please" he whispered.

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Back home, your Donnie was, obviously, panicking.

You were in an alternate universe, supposedly helping other, future him, save their family, because he had lost you.

Sure, he had thought of the possibility of you dying before him, of course he had. That's why he tracked your vitals, your location, and checked for any injuries through your steel grade titanium watch, similar to his.

But it becoming an actual alternate reality?

It was just... Too much for Donnie.

Of course he wouldn't have had any motivation, why would he? When the love of his life, no, his life, was gone?

And How did you die? Did you die in front of him? Did you bleed out? Were you captured by the Krang? Were you just lost?

All Donnie could think about was What Happened?

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While you obeyed Older Donnie's plea, you thought of just that. Well, not exactly, more so how your Donnie was holding up. You had already been here for 4 days. You and Donnie hadn't gone so long without contact.

You were rudely pulled out of your thoughts by Older Leo grabbing you and running.

"Hey Leonardo!! What The Fuck!!"

"please, y/n, calm down, we need to leave, now"

"and go where?? We are literally 100 meters from the base??"

"you really think we only had 1 base?"

"and what about Donnie?"

"he's just getting some of his things and he'll meet us there!"

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The new base seemed even bigger, almost as if the one you were at was the backup.

That's when you say Older Mikey again, he greeted you just as excitedly as last time. And he wasn't busy enough to keep him from showing you around this time.

You two walked up to the Med Bay area, and you saw Older Donnie, he wasn't extremely injured, but it was still debilitating.

"Donnie! Hey, are you ok? How're you feeling?" Your soft voice caught Older Donnie's attention, distracting him from his conversation with Older Leo.

"Hello dove, thank you for actually listening to me, *amused chuckle* you always were very stubborn, but I suppose you also knew when things were serious."

His gaze upon you felt... Different.

Even though he was from a different universe, from a simple look, you knew.

You knew he was reading you like a book, as if he had known you for ages, like you were old friends.

Though you suppose that's technically true.

Thankfully his injury only needed stitches, but he was still advised to lay low and to take a break.

Compared to when you had first met, he was a lot more relaxed. However, you couldn't tell if it was him getting used to your presence, or the drugs Older Leo had given him for the pain.

Either way, you made great company for him while he rested. As Older Donnie had previously pointed out, you were stubborn, and took Older Leos instruction to heart. You would barely let Older Donnie get up to use the bathroom, definitely not letting him go to his newly set up lab to work.

It was strange. Older Donnie asked you about problems your Donnie didn't know about yet, and hed accidently talk about memories your Donnie and you hadn't made yet.

Tonight was no different, soft talks, light laughter, and nostalgia. You were helping him get into his bed, and that's when you caught a glimpse of it again. The necklace with the 2 beautiful bands on it.

Your hands betrayed you, and reached out to gently take them between your fingers. Older Donnie froze, then snatched them out of your grasp.

You and Older Donnie just sat there, frozen, not knowing what to do.

"my apologies, I didn't mean to be so rude. However, I fear that it is merely out of habit."

"it's.. it's ok, don, I shouldn't have touched them to begin with."

"sigh, they... They were ours. You were so excited, I had made them out of high grade titanium, just like my tech bo, so that they'd last. Sad chuckle, you said that they represented how strong our marriage was..."

you could tell he wanted to cry, to scream, anything, everything, just to get his you back. And you couldn't help the lump in your throat.

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That night you two grew impossibly closer. By now, you were back to helping him in his lab, he was making you trinkets that helped those problems he had talked to you about.

However, as Deadpool once said, life is full of commercials of happiness, and now, you were back to your regularly scheduled program.

It was a simple gathering mission, get in, grab the stuff, get out.

But of course, it was never that easy.

In fact, it was what you could only describe as, the absolute worst day of your life.

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Omg- another cliffhanger?

[captialrogers]

Guillotine (part 1)

Simon “Ghost” Riley x NonBinaryAfab!Reader

MDNI

An independent contractor for the OSCE, code name Vixen is deep undercover in an European human trafficking ring. When things hit the fan and their cover blown, Task Force 141 is sent to extract them and any surviving victims. With the traffickers on their tails the group is forced to split up and lay low. The groups aren’t even however, and Vixen isn’t given a choice. They are stuck in a safe house with the one member who could keep them alive, Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley.

CW: canon typical violence, mentions of blood and gore, human trafficking, sex trafficking, abuse, mentions of violence against women and children.

Reader discretion is advised.

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It was bad. It was unbelievably bad. They had been compromised and now the trafficked girls were paying for it. Vixen watched as body after body fell to the ground, the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood lingering in the air. They struggled to free themselves from the too tight zip ties that bound their hands to the leg of a bolted table. This was not how it was supposed to happen. They were 3 years deep into the ring and everything they had accomplished was now worthless. If it hadn’t been for a dealer recognising them from a previous bust, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Ah, you know I like it when you struggle, Ma chère.” Vixen dared to look up at the voice. Before them stood the second in command of the operation, his slicked back hair making him look every part of the villain.

“Fuck you” They spat, pulling at the zip ties once more. The skin of their wrists rubbed raw and bruised.

The man sucked his teeth before walking closer to them. Once he was an arm length away, he stopped, crouched, and grabbed their face. “Is the little fox sad they got caught in the hen house? Well, that’s too bad because I’m very glad. We may have lost a few hens, but we caught the cunning fox.” Squeezing their face harder, the man pulled them closer. “There are always more in the den so this way,” the French man gestured around them to the corpses that littered the floor, “we can lure them out.”

They glared at the man and spat in his face. They knew they shouldn’t have done it. They knew that it went against training. But how could they not retaliate when dozens of innocents lay dead before them. It was their fault that it had happened. They had been compromised and the girls paid the ultimate price.

“You little!” He jerked back slightly and dropped their face before taking hold of their hair and yanking their head backwards. "Don't start what you can't finish ma chère," He pulled their head back harder, "because you will not like how I finish it." The French man released their hair and stood abruptly. "Bring the child."

At these words Vixen stiffened. One of the women had a child during her years of forced prostitution. One of the women that now lay cold on the floor of the room. Her blood was on their hands. Their heart beat hard in their chest, the sound of it in their ears muffling the wails of the boy in front of them. “You’re a fucking monster.” They struggled against the ties again, angry bruises blooming around their wrist. “Im going to kill you when I get outta here.”

“When ma chère? No no its if you get out of here.” Taking hold of the child, the French man held his glock to the boy’s head. “Now, tell me how many more are part of your operation?”

The wails of the boy echoed in their ears. “Go fuck yourself, Fabian.” the cocking of a gun sounded, and they flinched.

“I will not ask again, little fox.”

Vixen couldn’t speak. They couldn’t go against training. But could they let another innocent die? They opened their mouth to tell the man they were the only one, but shots rang out. They ducked their head and cowered as much as they could under the table. The only sign that it wasn’t Fabian’s men firing was the small body tucked against theirs.

Something hit the floor hard and with one eye open they were blinded. The explosion was deafening, and the smoke burned their lungs. “Cover your mouth and nose!” They yelled to the small boy, trying to cover his body with theirs.

As suddenly as it started the shots stopped. Once again, they chanced a look around the room and saw several pairs of boots rushing towards them. The ringing in their ears began to lessen as they saw what had hit the floor. Fabian's lifeless body was sprawled on the ground, blood pooling around his head and chest.

"What!" Vixen yelled at the crouching man in front of them, feeling the young boy cling to them harder. They watched as the man's lips moved barely understanding what he was saying. "We need help. We need to get the boy to safety!" Vixen's eyes darted around the man's face and chest. When they noticed the Union Jack plastered to his vest, Vixen sighed. "Please!"

The man said something, but they shook their head, “Forget about me. The boy…” they looked down at where the boy had been moments ago only to realise that he was gone. Vixen searched frantically around the bloodied space only noticing the boy in the arms of another soldier when they saw a mess of dark hair over the man’s shoulder.

“…turn to…hands out…” The man before them pulled a large combat knife from a holder on his shoulder and angled the blade tip between their wrists and the zip ties. With a flick of his hand, their confines were removed and Vixen all but fell forward, their legs and arms numb from their cramped position. “…get you… here.”

They could barely hear what the soldier was saying, only making out bits and pieces, and nodded as the man helped them up, catching them when they stumbled over bodies on tingling legs. once they reached the exit the thundering of gunfire echoed through the compound again. Bullets ricocheted off the walls leaving pock marks where they landed. Vixen’s head was covered and pushed down by the man supporting them and the only thing they could do was clutch onto his Kevlar vest tighter. Smoke surrounded the pair as they made their way through and out of the building, the once blinding light of the French countryside was replaced with the pitch darkness of night. Had it really been that long? Had Fabian really interrogated them for hours? Tortured them for hours?

They licked their lower lip, tasting the distinct metallic that went with blood. When had they gotten a split lip? And who had sent the soldiers to retrieve them? Vixen looked over at the man beside them finally paying attention to his appearance. His head was covered with a boonie hat and his vest held the insignia SAS in the centre.

“Where are we going?” They yelled, ringing ears making it difficult to hear how loud they were speaking.

“…soon enough… meeting point…” the SAS member motioned to a group of tactical vehicles waiting in the distance, their lights and engines off. Again, the thundering of enemy fire sounded from behind them, following the retreating group.

They quickly looked behind them and watched as the traffickers giving chase fell. Vixen turned back around just as quickly noticing a tall figure step out from behind one of the vehicles. Their breath caught in their throat. The figure morphed into the shape of a man, and they couldn’t help but stare. Looking through them was no man, but rather the image of death.

As vixen was pulled closer to the figure by their rescuer, death raised his gun and fired. He opened the back of the vehicle, weapon still raised.

“Get… no…time.” The man beside them said all but tossing them into the open doors before slamming them closed. “Ghost…” Was all they heard as the space around them grew dark and the truck rumbled to life. Feeling around the back of the truck, Vixen’s hand hit something solid and through further investigation they discovered a built-in bench. Suddenly the truck rocked and they were tossed from one side to the other. Whoever was driving clearly didn’t care that they were in the back. But neither would they if the continuous ping of bullets hitting the truck was any indication of the situation.

Again, the truck jostled them from side to side and they really hoped that the driver remember that they were there.

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When the vehicle finally stopped, Vixen had lost track of time. The darkness of the back of the truck did little to help their sense of time. For all they knew it was days later. The door opened and light blinded them. They quickly raised their hand and turned their head. “Where are we?” They asked to the air and received nothing in response. “Can you at least stop shining that damned light in my face.” Vixen lowered their hand when the flashlight finally lowered and eventually turned off. Chancing a look at the other person, they noticed that it was death. Or rather a man with a death mask. The white of the skull was stark against the pitch black of night and his clothes. If they hadn’t known that the man was there, they would have thought that the skull was a floating omen of what was to come.

Having the time to fully feel their injuries Vixen hissed as they inched their way closer to the open door and slid out of the truck. Standing was something that they wished that they didn’t have to do. Their ribs ached and their legs felt as if they belonged to someone else. How had the adrenaline crash been so subtle? There was no way that they hadn’t passed out in the back of the tactical truck. Had they? Vixen couldn’t remember.

They took a step and nearly collapsed, grasping for the man beside them. He stood solid as a rock. So much so that it took Vixen by surprise when he turned his head to the left looking over their head at a dark structure in the distance. They hadn’t noticed this. They hadn’t noticed that the man pulled their hand from his arm until he was walking towards the structure.

Taking a steadying breath Vixen followed the masked stranger and held their sides trying to keep their ribs from aching as they walked. It was safe to say that they wouldn’t be getting anything from the man. Not verbally at least. Instead, he communicated in his body language. The small pauses to let them catch up or the slight look over his shoulder to make sure they were still standing.

The least the masked man could do was tell them where they were going. The structure ahead of them turned out to be a quaint house in the middle of nowhere. Safe house. They thought as they finally made it to the steps of the building. Slowly they made their way up onto the landing and behind the man. A series of beeps alerted them to the fact that the house was locked with a keypad rather than a traditional lock and key. Once the door was open, the masked man stepped aside and placed a hand onto the gun strapped to his chest. Another detail that they hadn’t noticed.

“In you get.” He spoke for the first time since leaving the trafficker’s compound. His voice was low and gruff, reverberating through the quiet night. Without a second thought, Vixen entered the house and all but collapsed to the floor. The bravado that had gotten them through the worst of the night fell and they were greeted with the dark of unconsciousness.

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It shouldn’t have surprised him that the UC in his care was as tough as they were, but it did. Ghost’s arm shot out to grasp the back of their shirt as soon as they started to wobble. With a grunt the Lieutenant dropped the hand on his gun and pulled them towards him and slung them over his shoulder before he pushed the door to the safe house closed.

The briefing before the mission had been interesting and something unusual for T141’s expertise. Exfill wasn’t something that was new to them but the target was. It wasn’t every day that the task force was sent to retrieve a civilian from a mission gone south. He had to give it to them, they put up a hell of a fight — the state of their body gave the impression that it wasn’t a fair one. Ghost shifted the unconscious body further up his shoulder as he trudged through the safe house. It was a one level with a cold storage turned bunker. Or so the blueprint said. The layout of the building was open concept, for the most part as it had a hallway that led to two separate rooms. One he assumed to be the bathroom and the other…

Ghost shoved the door open with his free hand. His gaze fell upon a singular bed. It was a small thing, definitely military issued, and had the bare minimum for bedding. He grunted as he entered the darkened room and made his way to the bed. Sliding the body down from his shoulder, Ghost placed the unconscious UC on to the bed. Adjusting the pillow under their head, he once again gripped the gun slung to his chest and looked to the ceiling of the safe house in a silent curse.

This was the last place he wanted to be. He didn’t want to play babysitter to anyone let alone a civilian UC regardless of their combat and intellectual prowess. The lieutenant turned away from the sleeping form and exited the room, closing the door slightly so that it wouldn’t be a hassle for either party to haul ass and go if need be. Before taking a moment of respite, Ghost walked to the front door and checked the automated lock. Satisfied with it, the man walked back into the open concept living room where he sat on the worn couch and removed the rifle from his chest, placing it across his lap for easy access.

Ghost hoped that Price knew what he was doing when he tasked him with watching the UC. This wasn’t the best use of his skill set. But, he supposed, that he was the best choice for this part of the mission given that specialized skill set. It was a contradiction to say the least and it was one that he didn’t want. They were cut off from the rest of the task force until he received notice. How or when that notice would come was a mystery the man didn’t much care for. But until that day came, the lieutenant would hold his position and ensure the target was looked after, even if that meant babysitting.

[katerinaaqu]

What were Achilles' relationships with his parents like?

Also, I'm curious to know-did Peleus rape Thetis or did they love each other?

My dear Anon...I believe that we should ease down with this notion that everyone looks for the ancient Greek heroes to have raped their wives (and I blame this ridiculous modern culture of retellings that present it as such, not you by any means). That being said there are some interesting parts though:

Pausanias mentions a small incident in which essentially Peleus seizes Thetis by the hand and she sends a snake against him but it doesn't go down to details and he seems to be making some sort of a mention to a piece of artwork instead. The nature of it could easily be the marriage as well that includes the wrestling between them. There is another roman source, specifically Catullus that claims he saw her naked and was taken over by lust but he didn't mention a move against her. Apollodorous also seems to mention an incident in which she transforms to avoid him but interestingly that seems to be their wedding "ceremony" given how Peleus was advised by Chiron to hold her at all costs if she tries to transform, which he does and despite the efforts of Thetis to get free, she is then forced to accept the arranged marriage with Peleus. Generally speaking she tries to avoid him but it seems the marriage is arranged upon her. I am not sure if any of these incidents mentioned are mentioning any sort of rape but rather her unwillingness to stay with him. The aspect of transformation to avoid him seems to be apparent to their duel/wrestling as well so I suspect all these are different versions of that.

So to my knowledge I am not aware of the actual rape even happening. Most of the sources I find and detect are those who speak on him seizing her by the arm, which is depicted in artwork as part of his wrestling match with her which obviously was her trying to avoid him but at the same time seems to be connected to the marriage between the two. In fact his seizing of Thetis was advised by Chiron himself (always according to Apollodorous) so that Thetis would be bound in matrimony so other gods wouldn't claim her. So basically the point was to hold her as she transforms and he was protected by the gods only as long as he didn't let her go. In fact there even is a version in Apollodorous in which Peleus was falsely accused for forcing himself upon the wife of Acastus (she was the one to make the accusation because she fell in love with Peleus)

Either way no Thetis arguably never wanted to marry Peleus in the first place. Her marriage was arranged and out of obligation.

However your ask is VERY interesting! And I think indeed Achilles's relationship with his family is not a matter that is talked much and THANK you for asking it!

On the matter of the marriage: I have answered a small thingy to another ask:

To summerize a bit; Thetis was definitely not happy with her marriage. The fact that she was given to a mortal king when she was arguably courted by the two most powerful gods in the world (Zeus and Poseidon) was the very least disgrace for her. Also she tried to fight Peleus according to some versions (which again shows how powerful Thetis really is) and the gods stood by the side of Peleus, helping him to defeat her and so Thetis had no choice but to accept the arranged marriage even if she was not pleased. On top of that she knew that her son was born mortal and to make matters worse, he was destined to die young. That would have hurt her deeply. What is worse as I mentioned to my other ask, Peleus's distrust in her intentions with her own child hurt her deeply enough for her to basically take a divorce from Peleus and return to the sea.

Now for the main part of your BEAUTIFUL ask! I think we should start with his relationship with his mother; Achilles is definitely a mama's boy if I am allowed the phrase. Thetis overly indulged her son, which makes sense given the situation. It would be the equivalent of a mother knowing that their son has a terminal illness or a serious disability that would turn her child knowingly to an early grave. So she hears his every request. In the Iliad she doesn't even ask questions as to why Achilles wished for the destruction of the entire army of the Greeks. She just went to Olympus to confront Zeus. She also brings nectar and ambrosia to sustain the body of Patroclus, not forcing Achilles to part with it but she chose to preserve it close to him and save it from sepsis. She is arguably able to do ANYTHING she can for her son. She even plotted to be dressed as a woman and live among the women in Skyros rather than sending him to war to die. She also doesn't seem to be pushing him to fight as opposed to the ideal of war and glory. Thetis is putting her love for him first and everything else second. When Achilles was bawling his eyes out over the body of Patroclus she came right out of the water and she came to console him, asking him what had happened and hearing his story.

Peleus is definitely a subject not discussed often. I should say that for example from texts such as Argonautica, we know that Peleus loved Achilles much as to openly doubt his own wife when he saw her holding the child over the flames (as opposed to the other versions that have her dip him in Styx river. He definitely went to his wife even if she is a goddess that can easily have power over him. Once he thought she was up to no good he immediately went to defend his son, even if according to Argonautica this seems to be the final stroke of their divorce. He also cared enough for his son's education as to give him to Chiron who was known to train heroes. In the Iliad it is also mentioned how Peleus advised Achilles to always aim for the best. Now Achilles himself as it is typical of him, cares deeply for his father. Although we do not see the same level of intimacy between them as he speaks with respect for him, he still cares enough to ask Odysseus if he has heard on his father, in the Odyssey and if he is still a proud man who stands tall in his position or if age has taken over him, because, as he says, he is not there to be of assistance of him. He even says that he wishes he had but one hour to go up to the world of the living and defend his father. So it seems to me Achilles cares deeply And that makes sense given how he lived with his father a large portion of his life if indeed Thetis left their home when he was young (in a way he is a kid of divorced parents! Hehehe). Peleus in his turn even tried to fight fate back. He promised to Spercheus river the hair of his son if his son was to return alive from the war. He knew it was an impossible wish and yet Peleus cared deeply enough to try. So I should say both parents loved Achilles very deeply and tried their best to keep him alive despite the fact that he was bound to ill fate since before he was born. In one way that shaped the character of Achilles as well like every child overly protected or indulged by his parents; he learnt to care deeply; unhealthily deeply

If I am allowed modern psychology; maybe that is the reason Achilles needs to keep people he cares about so close to him. He knows his parents loved him and yet one way or another he was separated by them (his parents separated, his father sent him for education to a wise tutor so that he would become the best in everything, his mother sent him to pretend being a woman so that she wouldn't see him die. In one way he was the golden child, the person that the others tried to shield and protect from everything his fate but also intrigues and evils in the world included. Achilles was introduced to violence way too fast way too intensely and that shaped him. He joined wars in a young age. He witnessed a human sacrifice in Aulis (or attempt of it depending on a source). He fought a conquering war, he had his honor stripped from him and eventually he lost the only person he had hoped would be forever with him. No wonder then that he kept falling deeper and deeper in his violence and in a way madness till there was nothing left of him when he died.

Sorry outside the point! Hope that helps a little!

[aliciavance4228]

If there's one over hated god by Greek Mythology Enthusiasts, that is Zeus. And look, I know that in most Greek Mythology ecranisations he's presented in a similar way the Christian God is or that he indeed did a LOT of horrible things he deserves to be criticized for. However, some people are going way too far with this criticize, to the point where they start to over exaggerate all of his bad actions, then erase all of his good traits, and then slowly start to portray him as a cartoon villain.

Which not only that is very reductive when it comes to a figure like Zeus, but it's also not the case as often as many people would like to believe.

The most prominent example is the myth of Philemon and Baucis: Zeus and Hermes were traveling the Earth disguised as mortals, asking people for a place to sleep that night. Everyone refused to welcome them in their house except for a poor old couple. Zeus not only that told them about the flood and advised them to climb the mountain so that they would be safe, but he also fulfilled their wish to die together as well.

There were also situations or parts from several myths where he acts as the mediator between the gods and the enforcer of laws (but not in rigid, unrealistic manner). He punished those who were violating his laws of hospitality (especially when it came to murder) and had his own moments when he took pity of those who were wronged.

And look, I know that it's really hard not to judge him as individuals of the 21st Century with a completely different mentality and perception of morality, which is highly based on this Good-Evil Spectrum. It doesn’t help the fact that we're talking here about a patriarchal society either, with him as the supreme figure of it. And it's quite easy to observe that, given the fact that he doesn't allow Hera to have as much as him, or that he doesn't hesitate to punish or humiliate her many times, or that he assaulted lots of women so that they would bear him honorable children etc. Which by ancient standard would be considered acceptable or even admirable, but by modern standards you cannot help but view him as a serial rapist.

But I'm here to tell you that this is part of the reason why he's a complex deity in the first place. He's supposed to be a represantion of kings/authority figures, and power naturally corrupts even the most level-headed, strong psyches. I also think that it's important to emphasize the fact that he wasn't always a king.

He was raised in secret so that his father won't be aware of his existence, freed his siblings from his stomach after he drank a potion Metis prepared after Zeus convinced her to help him, started a whole war between gods and titans with him as the leader of one side, freed the Cyclops and Hecatoncheires, overthrew his father and threw him into Tartarus. You can come up with thousands of assumptions about his personality purely based on what is suggested in the Theogony: he's strategic, determinate, ambitious, cunning, manipulative, influential, has great leadership skills etc. Yes, he slowly started to abuse his power throughout the centuries, but that doesn’t mean that he isn't capable of being a competent ruler, nor that he didn't deserve this position in the first place.

What if instead of taking into account only his current position as the King of the Gods, people would start focusing on his whole journey and evolution? What if he was a briliant, charismatic boy once who had only noble intetions, but then became consumed by his own power and aspirations to the point of turning into the corrupt deity that we see in many myths? I'm mostly rambling now, but it would be a much more interesting idea that would help depicting him as a compelling, morally-grey figure instead of pure evil.

[shelbyblog2025]

Journal Entry #2

1/28/2025 11:41am

Dear Diary,

This will be an update from my last diary entry, to what's been happening in my life now with the university, getting up early, and trying to focus on my professor's long  ASS 😂 Lectures. The transition from community college to a university dramatically changed my viewpoint on school and daily habits, which I was used to on my other campus. For starters, the university is wayyyyy more expensive than my last school. Currently, I am working in retail and I can not afford the costly that funds uni needs every month. So that’s been FUN trying to figure out the financial advisements I need to fix for me to stay in school. Also, another readjustment is I am not used to going to school….. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I know this sounds petty of me to say this... But it's the TRUTH! I haven’t gone to school every day since I graduated high school, and that's been. Hmmm.. 4 years ago! However, I honestly don’t mind going to school every day. I realized that going to school every day meant waking up every day early. You're probably wondering… “You have to wake up early every single day Monday-Fridays.. That sounds mind AF”. Which it can be at times... However, I like waking up early and seeing the sun for the very first time again. 😀 In my opinion mornings, mornings are a time to relax and take things easy, one step at a time! 

Now in-person classes can be a lot to handle.. (especially if your professor takes the period talking about things that don’t correlate to the lesson), but hey I try to keep my head…. And smile :). Emphasis on keeping my head up because I sometimes want to fall asleep and die from not thinking about my lecture cuz. It can be boring as HELL. Ahhh now what was a saying again? Oh right, thanks bestie you're right! Mornings! You know what they say the early bird, and it's true. The early birds are the ones that look at life with a smile even if their current situation isn't worth being happy about. Well.. that's what I think in all fairness. Throughout my life, I reminisce about all the times my teacher wished me “Good Morning”. Though at the time I always thought “What is so special about morning it's just an excuse to wake up and worry about the next thing that happens in life”. You see friend that's the beauty of moring! You do get the privilege of waking up and seeking to take on a new take. Which of course can be overwhelming! Though it doesn't mean it can’t be done, with a little patience and effort you CAN  DO IT! I now look at mornings as a time to be grateful to wake up and worry, look at the sun, and people… because there might be a time I won't get the luxury anymore!

I love you guys so much thank you for the support for my last post it means a lot to me!! Always note you can always reach out to me no matter what I love texting and helping friends who need it the most <3   

[thealphavoidofficial]

So, recently found out about this Roblox game called PRESSURE, And I am immediately hooked! So you know what that means!

AU TIME!!!

OFF THE HOOK AU!!

Basically an Au where, instead of being let free as promised, UrbanShade kidnaps the Player (Again) and performs crude experiments on them (much like they did Sebastian), warping their mind beyond recognition till they were mostly that of a feral animal with but a single shred of humanity left, using the DNA of a Prawn, Stone Fish, Sea Viper, ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ and a little bit of Fighting Fish, turning them into a Monstrosity and dumping them back into the abandoned facility to rot, where no one would ever find them……or…..at least the old them…….

Also small theory:

After beating the game if you play again and die Sebastian will ask you why your back again, meaning that this is indeed set after giving the crystal to UrbanShade after retrieving it, so this could mean 1 or 2 things,

1. UrbanShade has multiple different facilities with multiple crystals

2. UrbanShade puts the crystal back for the next Expendable inmate/s to retrieve as some sort of twisted behaviour experiment.

Now onto the Info on the Player in this universe.

‘Standing’ at a height of 11ft, Z-P1 is an exceptionally large entity, the venomous spikes protruding from their back are a very serious hazard for anyone or anything wanting to sneak up on them, and don’t be fooled by their slim appearance, cause of it were to happen, Z-P1 could beat The Angler and it’s other of it’s variants any day, including multiple at once, fighting with the velocity and aggression of a Fighting Fish.

Unlike Subject Z-13 though, Z-P1 is highly aggressive toward Expendables, they will first be encountered in a stationary state, either facing the wall or down the hall, upon stepping closer it will begin to stare down the Expendable, DO NOT look it in the eyes while it is doing this, simply work your way around them, for any eye contact or Physical touch with the subject will result in death, as due to it’s Fighting Fish DNA, making it highly territorial, it will take this as an immediate threat or challenge. If you do end up look it in the eye by accident, it will begin to light up it’s bioluminescent markings and Lure as a warning to back off, if this is not done by the time it’s hissing becomes high pitch and it’s lights turn red, death will be inevitable.

Upon attacking it will begin to brutally bludgeon, claw and tear the Expendable apart with it’s teeth and claws, however, this will leave an opening for the other Teammates to escape of multiple Expendables are together if they are quick enough.

However of you are indeed dumb enough to directly approach the subject, it is advised to keep your head down, and make yourself and Non-Threatening as possible as to not trigger it’s hunting instinct, avoid eye contact. It was documented that when an Expendable did this, Z-P1 had shown no aggression toward them what so ever, even allowing the Expendable to briefly touch them before leaving the room to let them pass, it would appear there is still some humanity left in Z-P1, although small.