#however the others i cant say have the same fate

[boywonderasnf]

OKOK HEREA WE GO

before i begin Insane TED-Talk of The Day, im gonna preface that i love this take so much, but my brain does things more than one way. but both is v good!!!

anyways mb bout the rant and dont come for me if anything is incorrect or wtv. erm also i mostly focus on the main 4 batboys so pls dont be upset i didn't mention the other kids💀

ANYWAYS as the post said:

"Bruce Wayne is a dad in many different ways and for many different reasons, but chief among them is his ability to know that one of his kids is sick just by looking at them or hearing them breathe.

He can diagnose a fever with just the back of his (gloved!) hand on their forehead. He knows when they’re about to be dizzy before it even happens. He is A Dad."

OKAY NOW BUT WAIT WHAT IF HE ISNT THO LIKE MAYBE WHEN THEYRE YOUNGER BUT AROUND THEIR TEEN YEARS? ESPECIALLY DICK, WHO TURNED THIS INTO LITERALLY HIDING ILLNESS JUST SO HE COULD STILL WORK FOR BRUCE AND "NOT DISAPPOINT HIM" ??

DICK, WHO WORKS HIS ASS OFF 24/7 AND IS ALWAYS ON EVERYONE ELSES ASS SO THEY TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES ??

CONSISTENTLY DICK HAS TRIED TO GET AWAY FROM BRUCE'S TEACHINGS AND (even though Bruce probably didnt mean for it to be unknown,) ALWAYS MAKE IT KNOWN THAT ITS OKAY TO TAKE BREAKS AND CARE FOR YOURSELF

RAUGHHH AND ON TOP OF THAT, HIS EFFORTS ARE JUST SLIGHTLY LESS THAN USELESS (slowly getting better, but still) BECAUSE HIS SIBLINGS WERE ALL STILL WITH BRUCE AND SO IT GOT INSTILLED INTO THEM TO HIDE ILLNESS AS WELL IM GOING INSANE

JASON NEVER GOES TO BRUCE FOR ANYTHING AND ALMOST NEVER GOES TO ANYBODY ELSE OR ASKS FOR HELP (for many reasons, but still)

SAME WITH FUCKIN TIMBO! KID DOESNT HAVE A SHRED OF KNOWLEDGE FOR SELF CARE IN HIS BODY

Damian was already just like that, but hes also Dick's chance to help Dami unlearn all of those behaviors the others (including himself still bc hes a giant hypocrite) couldnt unlearn. Damian is still young enough to unlearn them quicker than the others can

and listen, this may all be stemming from me wanting the ultimate hurt/comfort with this shit, Bruce not noticing one of the (18+) kids is sick and all the other siblings jump to help care for and defend that one ill person.

cause its nice. you get the hurt from Bruce being oblivious and get to use the line "worlds greatest detective my ass".

and then you get the comfort of family caring for each other/significant other caring for sad and sick batkid whos upset that Bruce didn't notice.

yeah shut up ive read a fic like this before, and yeah it was fucking fantastic actually, but still this is true regardless!!!

anywasy, again please do not come for me if this all sounds dumb as fuck and is completely incorrect for some reason, im superstoned and autistic and this is what my brain decided to fuck around with tonight.

[grandline-fics]

Hi! Liquid Courage introduced me to your work and I love the way you write so I thought I should trust you with a request of mine:)

Law x reader; in one point in time one of them subtly confessed but the feeling seemed to be unrequited They both are pining for each other, both have a sweet spot for each other and a connection beyond friendship but both just turn a blind eye to it/not think too much about it. One night after drinking a bit much Law(or reader) starts getting a little touchy but not in a sexual way. (ex. they are sitting next to each other and he slowly hooks his pinky with hers) The touches convey untold truths that are still felt the next morning. After that the touches and the longing stares continue until one of them breakes by the intensity of the moment and decide to confront the other.

I will leave the fate (and the nature) of said moment up to you. Thank you in advance for considering it! Cant wait to read more of your work<3

ps if it helps you in any way in my mind this is kinda angsty. I love angst+possessiveness but I don’t mind how it will come out for you! Really I don’t t mind if you switch up the whole scenario… whatever works for you

If you’re inspired by music, these two play in my mind: All i need- Radiohead + Just pretend- Bad Omens

DESCRIPTION: You’re both silently in love and finally decide to confront your feelings

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, brief angst at fear of unrequited feelings, mostly fluff

CHARACTERS: Law

WORDS: 1,591

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I hope I was able to create something that matched what you were looking for and that it's to your liking.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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From the day you joined the crew Law knew you were someone different. You had a presence he relaxed around a lot faster than others he’d encountered in his travels. You managed to gain his trust and proved yourself a capable and crucial member of the team and situated into the crew to the point no one could really remember a time before you. It felt effortless to be around you and Law counted you amongst one of his most trusted and closest friends. And for the longest time friends was all he considered you to be. Whether through a mix of sheer obliviousness and professional refusal to indulge his feelings any further than that. The line was clearly established that you two were just friends. 

However the heart wants what it wants and emotion is very separate to logic. Despite you both maintaining a friendship as deep as they came, your bodies still sought each other out. When it came to chores you were always close by. If not side by side you where always in the same room. When he was working on medical tasks you were his second, working in silent tandem with your own set rhythm that no others could match if they tried. While it annoyed the crew to no end why nothing deeper ever happened between you both, they decided to say nothing out of fear that if they did point out the obvious connection then that flow and peace between you both would shatter and be destroyed. 

One evening the entire crew were in the communal area celebrating Bepo’s birthday with a lot of drink and laughter. You called it quits after a round of a drinking game was finished and moved cautiously to the closest sofa for safety, knowing that you were less than graceful when you’d been drinking and the last thing you wanted was to injure yourself and disrupt the festivities. Law smiled down at you as you slumped into the space beside him, resting your head lazily on his shoulder. While he hadn’t been actively playing with the game he had been steadily drinking and was at the same level you were. “Sure you didn’t want to play to the end?” He asked curiously.

“Nah, another round and I’d have been passed out.” You mumbled, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. A slow content smile spreading across your lips when Law also moved to accommodate you, his hand curving around your waist so you slotted better against him. Neither of you paying much mind to the position from both the alcohol in your systems and the natural feeling that overcame you both to be seated like this. As you both continued to watch and laugh at the antics of the crew who were still conscious and playing their game, your hand rested over his, your fingers absently looping around his. 

Occasionally through the remainder of the night Law would subconsciously play with your fingers that were looped through his, he only became aware that he was doing it when it was finally time to go to bed. When your hands parted and you reluctantly shifted your weight off of him to stand you both became acutely aware of the lingering sensation of each other’s warmth and touch still clinging to your skin. The walk to your own room was a hazy blink but as you settled into your bed, you couldn’t help but touch your hand, doing all you could to memorise the feeling of his touch as you fell asleep. 

The next morning you woke feeling a strange kind of weight on your shoulders and mind that had nothing to do with all that you’d drank the previous night. It was a good thing you knew your limits with alcohol so you could wake relatively hangover free, still a little stiff and dehydrated but nothing that would leave you bedridden all day. No this feeling was the awareness of how you felt with Law and being in his presence brought you. The more you thought about it the more you saw that you’d felt this way for the longest time, you just hadn’t truly brought it to the forefront of your attention before. 

You got out of bed and readied yourself for a new day, grateful that it would be a day of minimal tasks and filled with a lot of free time given how heavily the crew had been drinking for Bepo’s

birthday which meant you had the time to organise your feelings and adequately deal with things between you and your Captain. You were also grateful that the abundance of hungover crew meant you would have extra privacy in case things weren’t resolved amicably. You walked down the corridor and stopped outside of Law’s office. Regardless of the previous night’s party he was always here first thing in the morning without fail. As always you knocked once out of courtesy and entered, closing the door firmly behind you. When you met his gaze you felt yourself freeze. You could see the realisation and hesitation you were feeling mirrored in his eyes. As comforting as that should have been you still couldn’t bring yourself to move closer or speak. 

“About last night.” “We should talk.” You both spoke in unison, a hurried mess coming from both of your mouths as opposed to your usual calm and relaxed way of speaking around the other. You fidgeted where you stood and gestured for him to speak first while clearing your throat. Law watched you carefully and let out a long sigh, noting how tense you stood and how you kept looking into his eyes and dropping your gaze again only to repeat the action less than a second later. Were you only trying to maintain eye-contact with him out of respect but failed to do so because of shame? Was it regret? He knew how he felt but the last thing he wanted was to force something on you. “Last night I overstepped the mark. Yes we’d been drinking but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh…” You were taken by surprise by his somewhat stilted declaration. Had you misread things? You hadn’t thought so. Now you were even more confused and found disappointment spinning in your stomach, the feeling only furthering your awareness that you had genuine feelings for Law. You weren’t known to be insubordinate but today you felt like pushing things because his statement truly didn’t seem like the man you thought you knew. “Captain, you held my hand and I returned the gesture. That’s not overstepping the mark. That’s barely walking in the mark’s direction… Do you regret doing it?” As you spoke you couldn’t help but run your thumb over your fingers that had been in his hold mere hours ago. “Because I don’t.”

“Regardless…It’s unwise to further this topic.” Law tried to sound firm but he was honestly thrown, he hadn’t been expecting you to feel the same as he did but he’d spent all last night and this morning trying to convince himself his feelings were one-sided and that it was fine that way because he shouldn’t pursue a relationship with a member of his crew. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up and at the same time he was also one to deny himself of something that made him happy to prevent the pain of losing it in the future. “We would be better to leave things as they are before they escalate.”

“Does that mean you want things to escalate?” You asked coyly finally taking a step towards the desk he sat at. 

“It wouldn’t be right for me to start something with my subordinate.” Law offered the argument, not able to give much weight to his words as he openly watched you approach, giving no inclination for you to stop or to leave. You both knew that had he wanted you out of his presence he would have either ordered you away or used his Devil Fruit to accomplish the task himself. 

“Captain, we’re pirates. What’s right and wrong and rules don’t exactly apply to us. Do they?” You asked simply, keeping the desk separating you both to allow him his personal space as you smiled at him. “All that matters is what we want. I’ve been honest, will you be honest with me, Captain?”  

Law stood and braced his hands on the desk, beginning to close the distance between you both. You’d made convincing points and deep down he hadn’t wanted to find a way to argue against them, not when it came to you and the feelings he’d finally accepted to himself that had been there for a very long time. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, offering you one final chance to take it back because he knew once this started he wasn’t going to let you go. Your answer was a simple one, you leant in with a smile and curled your fingers around his that were braced against the surface of the desk. The wordless but deep connection you had with each other was reestablished and cemented even further as you leant in, able to share a soft and tender kiss with your Captain. However the moment couldn’t be savoured for long because within seconds the chorus of calls echoed through the Polar Tang as the rest of the crew had awoken and were suffering their hangovers and calling for their Captain to help them cure it.

[straykids-97]

My insomnia is really bad right now and I would love nothing more than for bang chan or lee know to fuck me to sleep.

Just make me so exhausted I pass out in minutes and enter a time of bliss.

Dear lord 🥵 (warnings are below the cut btw NSFW)

I feel like Chan is the type to slowly fuck you to bed, and then Lee Know is the type to exhaust you. Like c’mon. Chan is naturally a giver and Minho is a taker. And lord have mercy take the fckin wheel- I’m soft for both. I’d literally sell my soul for either of these men- (and also Mingi🩷🫶🏻)

Chans just fine asf for being so soft like- 😭 ⬇️⬇️ HES SO CUTE I CANT- I’m such a simp for this man that it’s disgusting.

Lee know is a damn menace. He knows it- we know it. Like, he doesn’t hide it. He enjoys tormenting us. You can see it in the way he smiles. MAN IS A TEASE- I will pass away bc I wouldn’t be able to withstand his wrath istg.

Warnings: soft channie 😭🫶🏻, unprotected sex, fluff 🫶🏻, rough sex (if you squint) cute minho, after care

A.N- unedited so I apologize heh. Anyway, enjoy and thx for the submission!!

Chan

Tossing and turning is something Chan is very much used to. In fact, he probably wrote the definition of insomniac. However, even though Chan is used to the struggle of counting sheep, he doesn’t like seeing the one he loves most share the same fate. As Chan sits at his desk peacefully writing as the time passes midnight, he usually finds solace in the soft snores that come from your parted lips.

But tonight, they haven’t come.

He pauses humming to himself and turns to watch your resting form. He carefully watches your chest to see if it was rising and falling softly to find that you were restlessly fidgeting with the blanket instead. Chan frowns at the sight of your fist balled up in frustration, “What’s wrong baby?” He murmurs. You let out a drawn out sigh, “Can’t sleep.” You grumble. The long period of silence had left your voice slightly gruff and you clear your throat before you speak again, “I think maybe today was just too exciting.” Chan coos at you as he stands from his chair, chooching across the floor in cute short steps toward you.

Slipping his jacket off and sliding in bed next to you, he pulls you to his bare chest, “Maybe this will help?” He offers. You curl into his arms and lay your head against the warm skin of his chest, “maybe.” You sigh, trying to rest finally. You try, to no avail, to fall asleep. Even though Chan is playing with the ends of your hair, which normally instantly makes you fall asleep, isn’t helping. And neither is the rumble of his chest as he hums your favorite song. You sigh, “Chan.” You whine, finally giving up. Chan peeks down at you, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I can’t sleep.” You cry, pressing your face in his neck. Chan giggles, squeezing you tightly to his chest. “Awh, it’s ok.” He says, trying to hide his giggles as you speak into his skin, your voice muffled, “my brain just won’t shut off.” Chan stops laughing and pulls away from you. You look up at him to see that he has a playful glint in his eye. “What?” You ask making him grin, “I have an idea…” he trails off, his right hand sliding down your side, groping your ass. You shove at his shoulder softly, “Channie! That’ll wake me up!”

“But it’ll make you sleepy.” He giggles sleepily, biting his lip as he leans in to kiss you.

This is where you find yourself now; back flush against Chan’s bare chest, his hand digging into your thigh to hold it up. He groans softly into your neck, his curls tickling your ear as he buries his face into your throat. His cock is hitting that gooey spot that only he managed to find. You try to hide your soft moans as he holds you close with his other hand splayed across your abdomen, cupping one of your breasts. “Fucking-fuck!” Chan moans, biting your shoulder as you dig your nails into his hip. You meet his hips, grinding back into him; just as desperate to find the high he was chasing as well.

It didn’t take long before Chan had to cover your moans so the other members of the house didn’t hear you. You shudder as you come down, Chan pulling out of you, watching you very carefully as you settle into the sheets. You look too peaceful to disturb by cleaning up right now. You could do that in the morning when you woke up. Right now, he settled beside you, propping himself up to watch you fall asleep.

Minho

Typically, Minho has no trouble getting you to bed. But tonight was different.

As usual, he’s up reading the book he was almost finished with, the light of his lamp casting a soft warm glow around the room. Usually the sound of your slow breathing would make Minho grow tired, but the lack thereof made him turn slightly to watch you. Your back to him, he can notice that you were restless. “Y/n?” Minhos soft voice murmurs. At first you don’t reply, hoping maybe you could pretend to be asleep, but he doesn’t buy it.

You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you sleeping?” He pleads. You lament, “I’m just anxious.” You admit, turning to look at him as he pulls his glasses off his face. “What about?” You shrug, “I’m not sure. Just am.” You fidget as he ticks his book next to his glasses, “Do you want to talk? Maybe that will help you sleep?” You shake your head, “No.” he thinks for a moment. “Do you wanna…” he trails off, giving you a teasing smile. You giggle as he attacks your neck, nibbling and sucking as he wraps his arms around your body.

After losing your clothes, you find yourself face down in Minho’s pillows, his hand holding your head down, “Fuck!” Minho growls, snapping his hips against yours viciously. Your brain had numbed a long time ago around the third orgasm. He really was about to fuck you stupid. Not that you could process that right now. You were trying to keep your face from being smothered by the pillow.

Minho grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you up and holding your hip with his other hand. You feel his teeth dig into the space between your shoulder blades, his chest pressing against your skin as he marks you. You let out a shrill whimper as he snakes his hand around to your front, rubbing your swollen bud aggressively. You gasp, your eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm rips through your limp body. From how Minho held you, he was close. “Baby-“ he groans one last time before stuttering to a stop.

You both pant for a while, before he slides out of you, rolling over to grab a few wipes and cleaning the mess between your thighs. He follows suit before discarding the mess in the trash. Minho rolls over and pulls you to his chest and you happily allow him to hold you there. “What’s running around that pretty head now?” He asks smuggly. You giggly dumbly and shake your head. He chuckled, “That’s what I thought.”

©️straykids-97

😵‍💫

[mamadarama]

idk how to explain it but Madara and Mayoi have the same diagnoses it’s just that one of them is a closed book and the other is an open one. Idk if that makes them best friends or worst friends

the main difference is masking. madara has already picked up all the most important social nuances and has years of practice mimicking them, so he can mask super well. and the parts he cant mask are covered by something that, throughout my experience with navigating relationships as a neurodivergent person, ive started calling "weird guy privilege"— hes a known eccentric and and everyone that knows him expects the unexpected, so anything strange he does is dismissed with "hes just like that" giving him free reign to be as confusing as he wants without having to explain himself or it being seen as unusual, because the standard for unusual is different for him. so if the mask slips, he can just say "idk i felt like it" and everyone will be like "yeah checks out. moving on".

mayoi however spent his peak social developmental years alone . only now, at 19 years old, is he learning how to interact with people. he doesnt know how to mask yet. once he gets the hang of it and hes able to manage stress effectively in public, hell probably act a little similar to madara. mayoi also has weird guy privilege but weird guy privilege isnt a sufficient replacement for masking, its only good for patching holes in the facade and making masking less exhausting. so yeah.

and what all that means is that madara took one look at mayoi, put on his cowboy hat, and went "this island aint big enough for two schizophrenics". and there has been a one sided rivalry ever since.

(im not even joking. their first interaction was madara barging into alkaloids training room, exposing mayoi as the es phantom, and dramatically claiming mayoi is his fated rival before challenging him to a dance battle. this was also his first interaction with tatsumi hiiro and aira. unreal.)

[doctorcanon]

I cant sleep so modern!linked universe hc time.

- Rusl buys Twilight a dna/ancestry thing for his 20th birthday.

- having been adopted into the Ordon family since the age of 15, the gift doesn't go over well at first.

-However after some deep conversations, Rusl explains that he promised Twilight birth parents that he'd do this if anything happened to them.

- Still Twilight procrastinates and after some cajoling from midna, finally does it a year later for his 21st birthday.

- at his party, a small family dinner at the Ordon home with Zelda, Illia and Midna in attendance, he lays the envelope on the table and says "before I open this, I want you all to know that what ever I find in here that you are all my family and I love you all."

- the first thing in the envelope is his genetic information, some basic stuff he already knows, some stuff he doesn't and somethings Zelda remarks he should see a doctor about. Apparently he's actually 65% Karariko as Renado predicted.

- the second thing is copies of his mother and father's Service Papers. Both served in the military; one as a murse and other as an officer. Both died of burns and smoke inhalation after rescuing several of their fellow tenants when the apartment above theirs caught fire.

- the third thing is a list of public records. His father was originally from Hateno and an only child save for a half brother who died a few years later. His mother, from kakariko, had two much younger siblings. Sheik and Link.

- while there are some records of a custody battle Shiek and Link were separated in the system after the death of their mother. There is an obituary written by Twilights mother with a picture of her and her three children. There's no further information about Link or Sheik.

- Until one last little page slips out, A wedding announcement from 10 years ago. Announcing the joyful union of Malon Lon and Link Kokiri. He's seen this before.

- in fact, Twilight sees this exact newspaper clipping framed in his old boss's office. He visits at least twice a month. He even jokes with him the it was the only proof the guy could actually smile.

- The Lon Lon Family owns their aptly named Lon Lon ranch but he reports to Malon's husband directly when it came to the horses. Especially Epona. He just saw the man last week, for crying out loud!

- He has an uncle. And he's already known the man for 5 years now. They thought it was just a funny coincidence that they had the same name.

- Illia says its fate. Zelda assures him that this can't be an accident. Midna presses his cell phone into his hands. Rusl tells him that its his decision and that they'll respect whatever that may be.

- He calls first, of course. He only works at the ranch on weekends these days anyway. It would be weird to just show up to his shift and just go "hey, do you know im your nephew?"

- he asks if Mr Kokiri would like to talk some time under the guise of needing some advice. Under all the grump and sarcasm, Kokiri really is a saint and easily says yes, asking if Twilight is okay since he sounds stressed.

- the next day, Twilight stumbles into his boss's office with all the papers in his hands.

- "if you need advice about school, you've come to the wrong place, kid."

"No...uh sir this ain't about school. Yet. But uh...do you recognize this picture?"

- he sets down the obituary with its photo of his mother, grandmother, Sheik and Link somewhere in Karariko. Kokiri studies it but otherwise seems clueless. "No, sorry, I dont."

- "Well according to these papers," Twilight sets them on the desk and spreads them out so he can see. "This is my mom. And this is you. Her brother. I think...I think you're my uncle."

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

one- pilot (1.7k words)

Jeon Jungkook. The man that everybody wants, the man that knows this and loves the attention. On campus everybody knows him as Kook. However, I know him as Kookie, or I suppose my Kookie if were being critical. 

He's never told anyone this and neither have I. A well kept secret that only we know here. Of course when I go back home for holidays everybody asks about him, how he's getting on and if were still close. 

The truth is we haven't spoke since the last day of high school, but I keep up the act, answering their prying questions with a soft smile on my face. He's doing good, I usually answer. I'm not lying, from what I can tell he is doing good, amazing even if you look at it from the college dream perspective. 

No one ever asks how I'm doing, they're just curious about the towns golden boy who disappeared the second school was out. Never returning during any breaks from college life. He simply just up and left. Not even savings a second to say goodbye to anyone, except for me. 

I cant tell if this was worse or better, it kind of gave me a false sense of hope, he said goodbye to me and no one else, surely that means something. It didn't. 

In a way I'm kind of glad that they're only curious about him, you see when they ask how he is I don't have to lie, it may not be a full truth but its not a lie. If they asked how I am though, the smile would be far too forced, a toothy one that I am all too conscious of. 

The first time I was returning home I had over thought my replies far too much, only to realise no one cared anyway. I was always Jeons best friend, the hopeless girl who would follow him around with hearts in her eyes, much like a lost puppy. Never my own person, never anyone to be concerned about. Even my mother loved Jeon more. He was the son she never had. The golden child she had always wanted. 

I suspect that she knows I don't talk to him anymore, the depression I fell into after he left was far too telling. Yet she still asks about him, still insists on me taking extra food back to college with me in case he isn't eating properly. She always packs all of his favourite foods, never mine. Never anything I ask for. 

It was a shock to  me when I realised he went to the same school as me. I was overjoyed. Thinking that it must have been fate, destiny had brought us back together. 

That hope died along with my lingering feelings for him when we bumped into each other and he acted like I didn't exist. Just some random girl on campus who couldn't watch where she was going. 

I still remember the pain in my chest when he scowled at me, I could distantly hear some girls snickering at my audacity to bump into 'the Jeon Jungkook'. But it was all muted out by the sound of his heavy footsteps walking away from me. Walking right into the arms of the prettiest girl I have ever seen. 

Her name is Jennie. I've come to learn that she's not only gorgeous but also smart and the sweetest person you'll ever meet. She's honestly perfect. God. I'd date her if I could. But she's only got eyes for Jungkook. 

If I'm being honest, and get over the childish resentment I have towards the idea they'd be the perfect couple. The thing with Jungkook is that he never dates. Not even someone like Jennie. 

He's completely open about this, letting every girl he starts something with know that it wont go any further than a friends with benefits situation, they always think they'll be the one to change him though. 

He cant really be blamed when they get their hearts broken, he was upfront from the beginning, they just refused to listen. I wouldn't say they can be to blame either though, everybody I've ever known has loved Jungkook, its almost impossible not to. I suppose I know this better than anyone. A living and breathing example that you cant be close to him without falling for him. 

But now here I am, resenting everything to do with him. I wasn't upset at him for leaving, I understood that, but everyday of summer that I didn't hear from him buried me deeper into my hurt and anger.

He still had a phone, it didn't have to be the end of our friendship. Seeing him again just cemented this. He was so cold to me, I suppose I get it. He has a new life now, new friends. I guess I'm so hurt because he was all I had and it turns out I was nothing to him. 

I had learned to be content with this. Keeping everything and everyone that has anything to do with him far, far away from me. It was a difficult task but a one I felt I had to do for my own sanity. Yet it was all in vain. All the friends I could've had, all the parties I could've attended, all lost for nothing. 

Because now here I'm sat in my stupid art class next to no one other than Jeon Jungkook. How cliché, being paired up with you childhood best friend who you were madly in love with. 

We've been assigned to take candid picture of our partners and make 5 pieces out of them. all with different emotions in mind and all in different mediums. We've been allowed free rein on this project. However, we will be deducted points if our professor doesn't think our pictures are spontaneous enough or don't show enough emotion. She also is expecting all our pieces to match up with the others, so in total  she wants 10 pieces that represent both of our styles but can also all go together as one project. She's given us all a polaroid camera each, its honestly all so perfect. 

This would usually be my wet dream. I'm allowed to do whatever I like on 5 completely separate projects. But the brooding presence beside me is damping the whole experience for me.  

I'm quite surprised when she tells us this will be our last project of the year, giving us 5 months to complete it. She informs us that it will be 60% of our final grade and she wants us to go big for all 5 of the pieces. 

I can tell other people are stressed by this from all of the muttering around the room but I honestly couldn't think of anything better. 5 months to express myself through my art anyway that I like. I can already feel the ideas rushing to me. 

From an artist perspective I can kind of see me being paired with Jungkook as a blessing. If I have to channel all my emotions into my art I can't think of a better person to do it through. However, as the petty person I am I couldn't be more annoyed. I can tell he's pissed off too, he still has the same habits, I could read his body language with my eyes closed. 

It kind of hurt, I cant lie, I know why I'm upset but is it really so bad for him to be paired up with me? Is he scared I'll ruin the pretty little reputation he's maintained here. It's honestly baffling how much one person can change. He never care what people thought of us before but now he cant even bare being paired up with me. He used to beg our teachers to put us together at school. 

He finally looks at me, a scowl evident on his face, I don't want to be paired up with you either, dickhead. 'I'll ask if there's anyway we can swap.' 

It's strange, the way my heart hurts at this, much like when he first left, or when he ignored me. It's silly, I didn't want to be paired up with him either. 'whatever.'

I'm already packing my things up to leave the class room when our professor starts talking again. 'Oh and one last thing, under no circumstances are you allowed to switch partners. I want this project to be as authentic as possible, I chose people you aren't friends with on purpose, I want you to learn about each other and to show that in your art. I want it to tell a story.'

It's like she's staring directly at me and Jungkook, 'For fuck sake.' Is all I hear him say before I leave the classroom. 

'Hey, wait up.' Jeon grabs my arm, forcing me to face him. I haven't looked him in the eyes since I first bumped into him. The temptation to walk away from him just like he did to me is immensely strong. 'We should at least exchange numbers for the project.' 

He sounds far to annoyed to my ears and it ticks me off even more. 'You're such a cunt.' Ripping my arm away from him I go to make my exit again. Call me dramatic but this is the first time we've talked since he left and I cant help but be a little bit pissy with him. God, he even deleted my number. 

'What the fuck is that meant to mean.' Oh, he's seething . Good. 

'Are you serious right now?' 

'No.' he deadpans. god this boy infuriates me. 'Of course, I'm serious. What is your problem.'

'You're my problem. You and your stupid better than thou act.' It comes out as a laugh. An angry one. 

'Look, I don't know why you're so mad at me, but you're going to have to get over it if were going to pass this class.' It's a reasonable point ill give him that. But really, he doesn’t know why i’m mad at him? That HAS to be a joke.

Sighing I decide to compromise, 'Just message me on Instagram, or did you delete that too?' It's petty I know, but I had to get it out.

'I'll message you later.' Completely ignoring my childish remark, he begins walking in the opposite direction. Being the one who gets to walk away yet again.

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a/n: and it begins 🤭

[sieglinde-freud]

Hi, I wanted to ask you a question. I have always played Awakening and Fates on a non-hacked console, but I want to try the gay fates mod so I got everything and it's running well. But the thing is that I would love to use the balanced mod for Revelation's Nyx, Laslow, Odin, etc. and that's where I struggle. How do you get multiple mods working? thank you in advance :)

hey anon!! so the thing about fire emblem modding, at least on the 3ds games, is that some mods are just going to be incompatible without user interference because if you try download two different mod packs that edit the same file, its gonna break at least one of those mods and it will not function! just something to keep in mind if you want to add more mods to it.

however, some mods have like. different versions of them that allow them to work with specific other mods. i dont know which rebalance patch youre using, but i used this one, and if you scroll down to the different files, there should be one that says “gf_merged” or something like that, which should combine both of them automatically. but if you want to be 100% certain youre getting the most up to date version of the gay fates mod, then the “gf_compatible” one should work too, and just download both mods and install according to the directions in the files.

if youre using a different balance patch though, i cant really help you out with that as i dont know whats going on with it? but if you need extra help or clarification dm or shoot me another ask!! but i hope this was helpful in some way 😭

[the-damnable-fool]

tinfoil hat time: the devs wanteD Sophia to be a pseudo-love interest to P but GASP, not only she is technically older than P (and even Carlo by default, she looked like a young teen when Carlo was a child) she also looks older (in the last render at least). cant have a female love interest looking, acting and behaving older than the mc, noo sire.

Uhhhhhhhhh I don't know about that one chief. First off, Romeo is definitely firmly first in the running for P's potential love interest when you take a look at their history as characters. Secondly, Sophia and P don't really have any sort of chemistry to speak of. Thirdly, and most importantly, Sophia's motivation to find P was almost entirely selfish. I don't doubt that she cared about him and wanted him to succeed for other reasons too, but she also really, really wanted to be freed from the Arche Abbey (and life itself).

That does, however, allow me to segue into another gripe about the storytelling of Lies of P. Sorry for hijacking your ask for this purpose, but its happening.

Why the hell was the MC a silent protagonist?

Actually, I know that answer. It's because Dark Souls did it, and this game wears its influences on its sleeve.

But why does it work better in Dark Souls and worse in Lies of P? Simple. In Dark Souls, the MC isn't really a character.

You see, in any Souls game, there are a couple things you can take as read from the beginning. First, the world is going to be transitioning from an age of light into an age of darkness. Second, the great heroes of the world are going to be corrupted or insane. Third, the protagonist is a mere pea sized insect trawling through the ruins of a once great civilization. These are the constants.

These constants lend themselves to a silent protagonist because the protagonist is merely a vessel for the player. They have no history. No motivations. No relationships or connections. They're merely a vehicle by which the player experiences the bygone grandeur of the world around them. In Dark Souls, you aren't a great hero or anyone of consequence, you're just the one that gets to come by and put them down after they've gone mad. Sure, your choices may affect the fate of the world, but who you are is ultimately of no consequence because you are overshadowed by what has come before you and what you represent. You're not a person in dark souls.

But in a story in which the main character is an established character with relationships and feelings, that all begins to break down. You cannot be the blank-slate player stand in and a fleshed out character at the same time. Lies of P's MC (I don't call him Pinnochio because I don't think that name is ever uttered in game) is a person with history to him. Granted, he doesn't remember most of it, and its arguable that he's a different entity from Carlo entirely, but he's still an established character with his own struggles, relationships, and so forth.

I've been rambling for a bit now, but the gist of what I'm trying to say here is that having the MC be a silent protagonist just doesn't really work when you're trying for a more character focused story. The MC isn't The Nameless Undead or some gothically titled hero of myth, he's Geppetto's puppet. His actions only have real consequence to about a dozen people (I stand by this estimation because the vast majority of Krat is dead). Having other characters talk to him and form relationships with him comes across as odd when he never talks back or voices his own thoughts or opinions on the subject. It's like they're trying to make friends with a wall, but they seem convinced that that wall has its own thoughts and opinions even though that's never actually demonstrated.

Circling back to the original Ask, I don't think that Sophia is a love interest for the MC for the same reason that I think that none of the characters were intended as love interests for the MC. Love is a two way street, and you can't have a good love story if one of the lovers doesn't talk to the other. Giving the MC a voice and his own concrete personality and character separate from the whims of the player could've made room for a love story and greater character exploration, but that's not the route they chose to take, and I'm personally of the opinion that that was the wrong move.

[mysimsyuri]

FUCK IT im infodumping abt swap au frank lore on here. ive been listening to his playlist a lot today and he wont. leave. my brain.

ok so i know ive shared that frank is canonically dead before but ive got a swap au where. youll never guess. he Isnt /lh

(the gist is just that he survives whereas nick doesnt, and thus takes his place in the story. a Lot of things change cuz frank and nick are Different People !)

ok so,, i Was originally gonna have the main plot points be the same so its still recognizably the same story but tbh. i think gatsby wouldnt die. frank isnt held back by catholic guilt and whatever else is wrong with him (affectionate ofc) i dont think hed let that happen

today ive specifically been thinkin abt chapter 8 and like... frank still leaves for work (he Does still do the "theyre a rotten crowd" bit but he changed his wording cuz hes Different. hed prolly say smth gay like "theyre all ASSHOLES and youre worth the GOD DAMN lot of em" (he swears a lot)) but he comes back like an hour or two later like ".....i changed my mind."

he also Does stop wilson but gets shot in the process,, and gatsbys like "omg old sport are you okay :((" and franks like. bleeding out on the ground like "what do you think pal,,," (he calls ppl pal and buddy. idk where this came from tbh it just feels Right)

idk what happens after that tbh. ive had the thought that gatsby just,, leaves after that but idk. its both hilarious and heartbreaking to think abt frank getting the "happy ending" w him that nick never got to but also like,, its a tragedy. smths gotta happen. WHAT IF FRANK DIED SFHDGJK YOU CANT ESCAPE FATE BITCH!!!!! thats funny as hell actually

ok wait back to the general swap stuff cuz like. i wanna share as much as i can while im thinkin abt them...

frank is very much Not related to daisy that would be Weird. he Does however meet tom at a speakeasy and they like,, kinda hit it off?? tom likes the cut of franks jib and while he does make frank kinda uncomfortable hes like. the closest thing he has to a friend in this new place (and also frank mentions that he knew a guy named nick in the war and tom is like "...i know a nick. hes dead?" and thats how frank gets invited to dinner the next day)

also daisy tries to set up frank and jordan but frank doesnt like to lie and isnt catholic abt being gay so hes just like "listen pal. im sure youre neat and all but im a faggot" and jordans like "oh i know. me too" and now theyre friends<3 besties even<3

AND frank just straight up tells gatsby hes handsome when he sees him. gatsbys all "im gatsby :) i thought you knew im sorry :)" and frank, drunk off his ass on champagne, is like "my god. youre the most beautiful man ive ever seen. i think im going to cry"

ok that. might be it. im all outta juice. (for this particular au anyway,, i have so much for some of my others.... one day ill share the entire lore for the au where everyone is happy and alive together<3 yay<3) goodbye

[lemmingsunday]

Okay, so most of you wanted this. Here is the in depth analysis of how the bright eyes scene in watership down 1978 manages to evoke so many emotions.

(Under the cut)

So this analysis is mostly practice to improve my grade in english, so dont expect anything good.

So the scene starts out with hazels "death". I think the reason so many people thought he was dead to start with is because of how richard adams presents death within the book and by extension the film. In all cases of death in watership down, it is sudden. It starts off with violet in the cornfield, and fivers short statement of "violets gone". There is no greiving for her, no remembrance. The group keeps moving on. The same is with hollys memory of the warren, the rabbit whos throat is ripped out by woundwort (i think he was blackavar, but i cant be sure) and eventually hazel himself at the end of the film. The exception to this pattern is bigwig when he was caught in the snare, but he wasnt dead, and that scene wasnt as such a deception, but a way to keep the stakes high and further illustrate the corruption of man and the land. Hazels false death follows the trend of swift sudden death (and i could talk for hours about how this is to reflect the true fate of many animals and how the 2018 remake just couldnt capture that, but i cant rn), and so because the viewer already associates this with final death, they think hazel is gone (also causing a shit ton of childhood trauma but anyway). Another reason the death feels genuine is because the film isnt afraid to kill off characters (violet, the warren ect) while other films are, and so this already deviates from status quo.

Anyway, ramble over, on to the actual scene. So we have all these emotions and shock built up from this moment. Fiver (the moral heart of the story) is in shock. He doesnt believe it, hes in denial and begins to look for his brother. Then the animation begins to shift. It gently flows into that sort of abstract, pale style of fivers visions, the first hint to hazels life, and the first section of bright eyes starts to play. Now there is hope. This is different to every other framing of death, and is so beautiful/heartbreaking. Then the lyrics kick in. This really cements this scenes deviation from the tone of the film (but not in an way that feels out of place) and the viewer gets hope. If you really listen, the lyrics "how could a light that burned so brightly suddenly burn so pale" and "down the river of death" allude to hazels death, however this is juxtaposed to the imagery of fiver chasing the black rabbit/vision of hazel (they both appear at times). Both of these things represent the conflicting emotions within the viewer, and just fit in really beautifully, while showing that it isnt hazels time. The other rabbits dont get this, they dont get death leading a rescuer to them.The scene flits between fiver searching for hazel and younger, simpler version of the pair playing together, which reminds the audience that the two are indeed brothers and have the closest friendship in the group, which further adds to the pile of emotions going on and just ties everything together perfectly.

Forgot to add, but the fact that this song has lyrics is another deviation. Sorry for missing that and not having time to develope it.

Anyway, the ending. The music dies down and fiver approaches the farm. He rounds on to the pipe and we hear this deep, echoing heartbeat. Hazel is alive. I cant express just how perfect this ending is for that scene. There is just nothing to add. We dont need to see hazel or hear fiver say "hazels alive!" It is the perfect example of show not tell. The remake could only dream of being that good. The impact of that ending is just too good and satisfies the audience, while also keeping that sense of suspense and apprehension.

Thats going to be it, since i have to eat now, but i hope this satisfied the people who wanted this, especially you @kazbrekkerfast

Bye

[dualityvn]

thank you nightmare for the delicious lore crumb i will now drive myself crazy over it for everyone's enjoyment

alright so, "the game isnt supposed to exist. you're supposed to forget it" right off the bat i have a pretty good idea of what i think the first part means, which ill get to, but ill be frank i have No clue what the second part is supposed to mean. maybe ill think of it as i work the first part out, maybe not, but going into this i am Clueless.

diving right into the first part then, as soon as i read it i was reminded of magic man, and how he interceded on our behalf to stop Keith from seeing an ask that would have upset him. when we questioned Keith and Tenebris about magic man later, we learned that he had approached and spoken to Keith the day we first meet him, after we had left the flower shop, and told him that we (the MC) would be someone who could love him. (i wanted to find the exact post so i could quote it but i cant find it so if im mis-rembering something let me know)

so, if we assume that magic man is in fact, magic, and somehow pulled some strings to get this "fated meeting" between the boys and the MC to happen, then i think that pretty solidly solves the question of why the game isn't supposed to exist.

because its not supposed to. we were never supposed to meet Keith and Tenebris, and they were never supposed to get attached to us, but it Has been created and they Did. but something that's not supposed to exist has to be created, which explains the existence of magic man.

what i still dont get is magic mans motives tho. if he is the one that made it possible for the game to exist, and for the boys and the MC to meet each other and fall in love, Why? why would he do that? what does he get out of it? what made him look at Keith and Tenebris and say "ill handle it"

is it because hes been in a similar situation? because he knows what its like to be deemed "unlovable" by those around him? we know from the one picture we have of him that he has some scarring on his face, what happened to him to cause that? does it have something to do with why he seemed to go out of his way to help both us and the boys?

magic man is such a fascinating character in this world primarily because we know nothing about him. we know that he is aware of us, and that he is aware of the power our words have on Keith and Tenebris. we know he gave advice to Keith that he wont tell us about, and that Tenebris doesn't know all the details either. and that's like,, it.

to be fair, i could be completely wrong here, all of this is counting on magic man being magic, and i honestly have no other leads if that's not the case.

i also still have no idea what "you're supposed to forget it." is supposed to mean. it could be related to a couple of things, like how in the game once you finish a playthrough, that's it for that particular version of the boys. they're done and move on, forever mourning the connection to you that they once had but will never have again. if you start a new playthrough, you are given a completely new set of them, who are exactly the same, but yet are not the same ones as before. (which, side note, is so cruel and heartbreaking to think about)

anyways, thank you nightmare once again for sharing with me i have been thinking about this nonstop since last night when i saw it and it has been eating my brain alive

Sorry for the wait, Cacti, I finally dug this out of my ask pile.

But you're right about the fact that "he" is involved. However, none of the motives you listed are right :P And unfortunately, you won't find out until a future game. But your efforts are appreciated!

[libbee]

Who takes decision in your life?

🌸 for anyone who resonates

I was met with one question "Who is in control of your life?" People replied "Me"; i thought to myself what was my answer? I never felt like i chose my choices. Sometimes they were wishful thinking that happened to come true. But most of the daydreams did not come true. Hint: No I didnt fall in passionate thrilling romance with a bad boy who only has soft place for me. Not to say that fantasies are useless. Fantasies are psychic processes that tell you a lot about yourself. They are not waste of time either. Fantasies tell you have a creative bone that is urging to express outside. Most of the times fantasies are when we are really bored stressed unsatisfied lonely insecure in life. Fantasies can be a way to quickly satiate unfulfilled desires.

But somewhere fantasies create unrealistic expectations that are almost impossible for the life we currently actually have. And that is a pretty shitty way to live. To be always living in glamour of fantasies, anticipating it and hightened expectations. Not to forget that for every 1 successful person there are 100s of those who do not succeed. "Just try harder", "Good luck next time", "You probably didnt work the right strategy" but the real answer is "I dont know why you did not succeed". I personally dont believe in law of attraction because it did not work for me. So I instead chose to go with the flow of the tao and let fate bring whatever result it wants.

Jeff Bezos once said "When a company comes up with an idea, it's a messy process--There's no 'aha' moment." What it means is that rather than panicking for the final result, try to solve the mess that the process is. As an 8th houser, my life + my parents' life (both 8th housers) have been very unpredictable; just when we thought things were stable something would create ripples and disturb the calm waters. From one extreme to the other, we were all affected by each other's fate and ups downs. Being a child, I would get neurotic thinking "why is my life not carefree like others", "why cant i be stable for one day", "does everyone have such rollercoaster life"? Then I would think "perhaps if we get through this life would calm down", "perhaps this is the last challenge", "just this time then i will enjoy life". Little did I know that 8th house is highly karmic and fated. Same for Saturn/Saturn in 8th house/Pluto placements. When life feels fated, you have no choice but to surrender to the forces. Because the more you consciously push the more life resists your movement. Problems of 8th house are not going to mild, we just learned to be calm in emergency, control our panic, calmly take logical decision and manage our life as much as possible. The lesson for these people was "to choose their emotional reaction".

"However simple an impulse appears to be, every nuance of its particular character, its strength and direction, its course, its timing, its aim, all depend on special psychic conditions, in other words on an attitude. And the attitude consists of a constellation of contents so numerous that they cannot be counted" - Carl Jung. My current life attitude is somewhere between cynicism, hopeful pessimism, taoism and stoicism. A mix of all these work for me. What it means is that instead of obsessing over things not under my conscious control (like result of an exam, behaviour of other people, fate of a relationship), I only focus on things under my control that is effort, reason and mind.

It is not passivity or defeatism. It is a life lesson for people who have faced many misfortunes to be prepared for the future and to make peace with the past.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: prompts

Tsukihime

SHIKI and Kohaku. Make it fucked up. Bring in Akiha if you want too, all I want is some fucked up moments with them

Akiha bondage good. Akiha monstrous sex good. Monstrous Akiha in tight bondage would be awesome.

kohaku daily life

Transmasc!Arcueid, currently in pieces after Shiki's attack, uses the opportunity to give himself top surgery.

Smut, noncon, Akiha getting drugged and gang banged all night long

Kara no Kyoukai

KnK and cannibalism, please please

Fate/Stay Night

hi. leather bondage with archer in his CCC outfit with the red leather jacket and the dog collar please. put a harness on that beast. would prefer an artfill if possible (im a visual learner btw 👉👈‍‍) but im not gonna look a gift fic in the mouth 🙏

Rin and Luvia are assigned study buddies with each other. While at first Rin deals with this about as well as expected, overtime she begins to show enthusiasm towards them. She soon becomes a chubby, nerdy girl ready to list off 1000 different facts about any subject, so long as it's her beloved Luvia

FGO

Morgan, after getting sick and tired of Oberon’s bullshit does some REVENGE. She gets pesticides, bug sprays, anything that is able to harm insects, and when Oberon decides to fuck with her, she goes absolutely HAM with the bug repellent and going psychical. Local Oberon found dead in Chaldea hung on a wall

Smut, Barghest is determined to make sure her romance with her Master will not end in tragedy. To that end, she tries hypnotherapy, in an attempt to help control her impulses that compel her to "devour the one she loves". To everyone's surprise, it works! However, to nobody's surprise, it also involved altering the inherent definition of what Barghest considers "devouring" her beloved means. On one hand, Ritsuka is no longer in any danger whatsoever of ending up as her lunch. On the other, his pelvis may not survive the night, but that is a sacrifice he is more than willing to make.

Smut, Marisbury fucks Kirschtaria or Roman/Solomon with the gun he keeps in his desk drawer

Ritsuka is good at sex, for all the same reasons he’s good at being a master: empathy, endurance, a radical willingness to listen and accept even the unacceptable, etc. Still, he’s one guy with one dick; he has a limit, and dozens of voraciously kinky servants exceed it handily. He solves this problem, like all problems, with other servants; he becomes a human hookup app, matching servants to their ideal lay, mostly to take the pressure off himself. It may backfire, it may not.

Smut, Guda Castoria Oberon having the most insane unsafe and dubiously consentual sex in Chaldea. They have SO much beef with each other AND they're all either repressed or cursed to be unable to give regular informed consent like normal people. I want them have the most undernegociated and violent sex known to man.

Smut, "Oberon being mega horny for Ritsuka," tagged: overstim, rough sex

Tamamo has a fox dick. Tamamo Cat, being one of the Tamamo Nine, also has a fox dick. Koyanskaya, who is not one of the Tamamo Nine and is just faking it, gets a fox dick packer to fake it better.

Smut, Turns out there's another reason Li Shuwen's NP is No Second Strike, and that's because he's a one pump chump and literally comes on the first stroke. Can either be comedy about how he's bad at sex or orgasm denial edging play stuff to raise his endurance.

Smut, Drunk sex with Izou

Smut, Asterios x Barghest X Cu Alter threesome but bersercu is mostly there to help restrain ya girl from trying to maul big fluffy boy mid fuck. not saying he cant do that while hitting asterios's prostate though

Elizabeth and Carmilla actually both bond over their shared annoyance at being the future/past version of each other, doesn't change the fact that they both fucking hate the connection though.

The various Taunt servants - Leonidas, Georgios, Gareth, etc. - commisserate about being used as meat shields all the time. No bitterness - it's their job - but it's a hard job.

During this year Christmas the newest welfare is Caster Artoria Alter Santa Lily, except its actually just morgan after drinking the youth potion so she can relive her youth days

the nickname 'koyanchihuaha' becomes a bit more literal

Void shiki erases everyone's genitals at normal shiki's request because she can't fucking sleep with all the fucking that happens every night

Smut, I feel like Kirschtaria and Zeus should have had gay sex at least once

Smut, Barghest eating her veggies(going down on goghie and getting a little cannibalistic about it)

Tepeu getting This stable instead of This chair

Smut, Adding to that Zeus thing, Caenis and Kirsch also have gay sex after that but since Caenis knows the status of Kirschs body as well as Zeus' more than likely rough loving, he is much more gentle and caring while being mad tsundere

Morgan: “This is my partner Mash, and this is Mash’s partner Ritsuka, who is also my spouse. And these are Ritsuka’s partners Artoria and Oberon.”

muramasa gets a harem consisting of the gals from fate stay night (Ishtar, ereshkigal, jaguar warrior, anyone who knows him) and the artorias. they then have a brawl over who gets the poor man

Smut, incest, aurora fucking mélusine nasty in front of percival… the worse and more degrading for the latter two the better! can be dubcon or straight up noncon, either is a-okay with me! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Archer is invited to train by a Heroic Spirit that is by all logic much stronger than he is, yet they are forced to go all out to keep pace with the red bowman. Archer did not fight on equal ground against Heracles for nothing after all

Smut, Someone tries to cuck Gudao by fucking Mash in front of him and he’s just happy she found someone and slightly confused on why they’re fucking in front of him.

Smut, Ritsuka and Oberon have a lot of hate sex. Like, it's pretty much a weekly thing. They even fight for who tops (It's almost always Ritsuka who tops)

Guda letting Castoria bite them on their shoulders/neck whenver they get mad

Fun fact! Baobhan Sith has A-rank Strength, which is even higher than Barghest! Anyway she should give Morgan a hug so bone-crushing that old woman needs a chiropractor

Cannibalism, Barghest can’t help herself and accidentally eats Gudao, mentally denying that it was her even as several servants begin attacking her

Might I request some Emotional Catharsis for Emiya Alter after meeting all his old friends and family in Chaldea, even if he cant really remember them?

Newly minted Servant Fujimaru Ritsuka is forced to farm nonstop for days on end by the Chaldea Farming Teams, so that, quote, "they know what it feels like for us!"

Either obecas or gudacas with an emphasis of how much of a nightmare it is to get explicit consent from someone who is cursed to constantly lie (for Oberon) and/or from someone who constantly agree to do shit she doesn't actually want to do because it's easier/safer than to argue (for Castoria)

Funny rivals moment: Mephistopheles teasing Archer Moriarty over how they’re technically older than him (going my their works’ release years)

Barghest deciding that if Baobhan Sith is going to keep mocking her for her appetites, she might as well swallow her whole too!

Any fandom

there's a common theme in prompts for this kinkmeme, so the opposite of that: let's get some non-Fate characters being asexual

Crossover/Multi Fandom

Shiki, SHIKI, [Shiki], Shiki, and SHIKI realize they actually have enough people to go to Five Guys. Tohno Shiki and Ryougi Shiki are idiots (complimentary).

let's delve in to a little crossover : the koyan twins are looking for product testing volunteers , and 2 people signed up ; Darkness , a masochist crusader , and aqua the useless goddess was forced by gudako to either take the job or aqua will be facing jail time for public intoxication. whatever fetishes the koyan twins inflict on them is largely up to the writers . but i'd like to see aqua undergo a blueberry inflation and when the machines finish juicing her she gets inflated right back up , possibly even bigger than last time. the juice would be later made into liquor. as for darkness im cool with putting her in some inflatable rubber bondage or strap her to a milking machine .

Kirby is summoned in chaldea

And don't forget, the Nasuverse Femslash Week starts tomorrow!

[bullshit-tqia]

how is stating that trans women are oppressed the same as saying you arent oppressed? at no point did i say that at all. exactly which of us is supposed to be "lobotomized" when you cant even read a simple statement of fact without thinking its supposed to mean something completely different that was not said anywhere at all? you are already so paranoid and bitter that the only way you can conceive of being told that other people who are not like you existing and facing their own set of systemic struggles as a personal attack, an accusation, an invalidation. there was nothing of the sort. you are tilting at windmills.

frankly, i was very kind and patient with you. i supported your decision to detransition and wished you well and gave you advice that i learned from my own personal experience with the garbage youre getting into, which i didnt have to, considering what a cruel and unpleasant person you seem to be. as much as youre becoming "like everyone else" by detransitioning, you might be surprised to find that most people do not really enjoy spending time with cruel and unpleasant bigots, even if they themselves have their own unexamined prejudices, because people tend to find cruel and unpleasant people to be poor company, and even moreso when all that cruelty and unpleasantness is directed at a minority group. most terfs post about how lonely and miserable theyve become, how few people want them around and how nobody loves them anymore. that is your potential fate, too-- undoubtedly moreso you than most, because again, you are a cruel and unpleasant person to begin with.

you should appreciate the fact that anyone at all is being kind and patient with you and is trying to help you, considering the way youre acting and the things youre saying. multiple people are coming into your askbox, not to judge you, but to express concern and offer advice, because we care and we want you to be happy. bigotry is not just bad for the people around you. bigotry is a parasite that eats away at you until there's nothing left except it. it turns you into a shell of a human being.

i know youre angry. i know the world sucks. i know being trans sucks, but what can you do? we are the way we are and, for the most part, all people are more the same than we are different, and no one is so different that they deserve the kind of hatred and cruelty you've subscribed to.

for the record, and because i know you'll translate my sincerity into some sort of violent attack that frames trans women as perfect angels, i don't think its right when some trans women attack transmascs the way they do. i especially fucking hate it when some trans women make rape threats and sexually harass afab people for being afab. there are plenty of extremely cruel and unpleasant trans women that i dont want to be around or listen to, so i dont. cruelty and unpleasantness are common human characteristics across all identities and ways of life. i am, however, happy to extend a helping hand to a cruel and unpleasant person in need (such as yourself.) that doesnt mean i have to like the person im trying to help. i don't like you at all, but i still want to help you.

im sure that you'll see my hand stretched out before you and interpret it as an incoming slap, but that is all in your head. that is how paranoia works. get help from a professional, seriously. get to the root of the problem. heal yourself. someday youll understand, i can only hope. or maybe youll kill yourself because none of this has made anything better. don't do that.

you're wrong about palestine. its very sad to see someone ardently support a genocide. i suppose it does follow, though; one bigotry begets another and another and another. ive seen terfs post articles in favor of racial segregation in sports on the basis that they were also in favor of gender segregation in sports. is that the person you want to be for the rest of your life?

🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸free palestine 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

Ofc people like you are so annoying. “Your opinion means you are angry and bitter and hateful and paranoid.” It’s offensive and misogynistic. I can’t possibly have any sound, rational mind because I am an upset woman. It’s like your brain melts when confronted with analogies. But the fact you can’t understand principles themselves proves how retarded gender ideology is, how sexist it is too. You aren’t against sexism in principle.

Trans women are sooooo oppressed, people who misgender them because they have a different opinion on how sex & gender operate can be arrested for misgendering them in countries like Canada and England. That’s the epitome of oppression. This isn’t hyperbole. Someone misgendering anyone should be permitted per freedom of speech laws. To be against this is to be authoritarian in nature. To equate misgendering, which can be accidental, to something like Nazism is crazy.

This goes to show just how the trans movement is unlike any other social movement in history. If I was typing this across the border in Canada, the police would show up at my door. That’s fucking crazy. And people have been investigated for this shit, and now it’s creating more anger towards trans people in both countries. And good. They and you deserve it. It’s a rule of the minority.

This idea that I someway somehow was completely unlike all other trans people when my dysphoria was exactly like other trans people’s is baffling. It was so easy for me to get on testosterone because I am very masculine in the way that I act and think. My doctor took one look at my candor and was like “oh yeah, I can tell.” But that’s bullshit. My brain isn’t male, that shit doesn’t exist, it’s a sexist fairytale. Less white matter in male brains doesn’t correlate to anything, that hasn’t been proven to be the catalyst in gender dysphoria. There is no scientific basis for transition, and over half the community think the idea of “you need dysphoria to be trans�� is bullshit. So why would society be at whim of your choices? Why should society agree with you purposely harming your body through exogenous hormones and surgeries?

That is the epitome of entitlement. People agreeing with you is not a human right. People using a certain word to address you, is not a human right. You are a sheltered, spoiled child if you think this.

Shut the fuck up with your fake therapy speak. It’s not genuine and you don’t care. You are trying desperately to make someone believe the same bullshit they were bullied into thinking when they were in middle school. But unlike you, I grew up. There is a swarm of lawsuits by detransitioners across the country that are going to end this practice whether you like it or not.

You’re so retarded you repeat the most elementary logical fallacies on this earth. “This one terf posts how lonely they are,” and every trans woman on twitter is a fucking incel. Now what? “Most people don’t like bigots,” most people don’t know anything about this issue to begin with, most people don’t like talking about politics. Now what?

“Someday you’ll understand, I can only hope, or maybe you’ll kill yourself.”

This is exactly the problem. How the fuck am I the crazy one when you’re fantasizing me killing myself because I have a different opinion??? This is pure revenge fantasy!! You’re fucking psychotic!

[ssart1]

I must explain to you my DND babies because I draw them too much to not at least tell you a little about them.

S0 i thought we should start with the character i have the most brain rot for!

This is Nab Alii!

Nab grew up in the capital of Ozmendia with wealthy business men as their parents. They ran Change your Fate, A busy casino in the heart of the city. Nab started helping around the casino at a young age and began full employment there as soon as they were able to.

In their early teens they said fuck that I want to dance, and started to used their changeling abilities to do street performances. their parents were not very happy with this career move, as they saw the ability to mimic other faces as their only source of power. It is to be wielded like a weapon, not a paint brush. Nab continued to work at the Casino as they wanted to make their parents proud. it has not been working very well.

One night however, their father decided to give them the responsibility of closing the casino by themselves. Nab was ecstatic about the opportunity. they became less excited when near then end of their shift, they heard a window smash in the kitchen. That night Nab was kidnapped and taken to a mysterious hospital. There, they met the Doctor, the arbiter of their stay and seemingly the boss of Gel'neresh, A mind flayer that conducted horrifying experiments that lost them their left eye. They began to get stronger, and gained psionic powers that they didnt understand. With these experiments came the black veins that crawled along the left side of their face and arm. They found that where the veins reached they could not shift anymore and their spirit was broken. There more that I cant say because my fellow party members have my tumblr so you'll have to learn about it through my drawings like they do :)

Nab eventually escaped, and began running from the doctor and his goons. Along the way they met Zazel on a traveling circus and stuck with them. They are not the same person they used to be, they are paranoid and their emotions are explosive at times. They are constantly convinced someone is on their trail, and usually they are correct.

There's a lot of stuff that has happened in the campaign itself that would take far to long to explain, but that's Nab! They are my anxious baby and I just want to put them in my teeth and shake em!

[achilles-the-boy-of-gold]

Okay. Please tell me. Is this too much to send to my friend? I don't know if it's too far or not.

I feel so close to you. Ive never felt this way with anyone else. We're like that trope of "more than friends less than lovers" we're different. We're special. I never believed in soulmates before i met you, but i do now. You're my person. We would find each other in every universe, wether we are friends or lovers or something else. You mean so much to me, and i know i say that a lot, but i still dont say it enough. I live you with all of my heart (and i dont care if you are able to say it back or not) Ive thought for a while that i like you romantically, but honestly im not sure. I just feel a connection with you thats more than most people ever find, and maybe thats what its like to like someone romantically, but also maybe not. Sometimes its hard to tell between different kinds of love. Its scary to be in love with someine for fear of ruining the relationship altogether and losing them. I know we are close, but i still wish we were closer. I miss you whenever we're nit together, and it scares me whener we dont talk much for a few days because i cant let you slip away. I wont. You are my whole world, i hope you know that. I could never lose you, because that would mean losing half my soul. Amd i would die if it meant saving you (and im fucking terrified of death, so youre the only one i would do that for). You are more than i ever coulve hoped to have. I never couldve seen you coming. Wherever fate takes us, (if we end up dating, if we hate each other, if we lose touch) you will still be forever with me. I carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart. Ive heard poets talk about a string of fate, and that has reminded me ever increasingly of our invisible string. You have to admit that we're connected in a way most people arent. Maybe im crazy, but i think you'd have to be insane to not notice this stuff too. Maybe other people feel like this, but i have rarely seen anyone so truly committed to someone ekse as i am to you. The only true example i have seen is from the book the song of achilles. In the book, achilles is stubborn and rude and a terrible person for the last few years if his life. He lets countless people die because of his ego. Patroclus does not agree with any choice he makes, but he never once gets angry at achilles. He stands by him. He stands up for him. He stays with achilles, until he dies trying to fix achilles' mistakes, while still saving achilles from dealing with his own problems. However many mustakes achilles makes patroclus doesnt care, he stands by him forever. He found a boy of gold, and knew he would never let him go. Thats what you do. You find someone so important to you, and you vow that however much they screw up, you wont be angry, youll still love them the same. They are still yours. And, though achilles does most things for himself, esspecially towards the end of the war, he still dies getting revenge for patroclus' death. Those two are the textbook example of soulmates. They always find their way back to each other when they get seperated. They are loyal to each other to a fault. Their only moral compass(at least for patroclus) is to always follow the other, and fight for them. I see us in their story. Our places switch between the characters, but every set of soulmates that has ever existed has been fit in that cutout. We fit there alongside so many people. If there is only one set of soulmates per lifetine, then we are those two. We are less fragile that a set of ordinary friends, and we are less held back by the rules of lovers. We've got our own thing. You are mine, and i am yours. Ive never felt this way with anyone, and doubt i ever will with anyone else. I hope with ever fiber of my being you feel the same, but if you dont, i hope that you will trust me enough to tell me. There is so much more i could add to this, but hopfully i have a whole lifetime to do so.