#i know this is basica

[skipar00]

I know this is basically the same post as before but have so many more kimono/maiko references open now!!!

[emmieart]

wip!!

[theoretical-tactician]

They’ve done it. They’ve made a sequel that I like less than the original all by adding a cool new mechanic.

[connormoving]

ohh the swan is so pretty

[sayruq]

Dr. Tanya Haj-Hassan, a pediatric intensive care physician who works with Médecins Sans Frontières and co-founded @GazaMedicVoices, has emerged as one of the most prominent voices raising the alarm about the hell Israel has created for Gaza’s healthcare workers. Mary Turfah: Yesterday, I came across a report of a third mass grave unearthed at Al-Shifa Hospital. One month ago, as the first mass graves there were being uncovered, you were interviewed by Sky News. The anchor cited Israeli military sources saying that they had detained “hundreds of Hamas militants” within the complex, then asked you what you thought of that. Could you speak to your response to him, and to this persistent obsession with “militants at Al-Shifa,” when not a single hospital in Gaza has been spared, and when there have been mass graves [seven in total to date] uncovered at multiple hospitals in Gaza? Tanya Haj-Hassan: Yeah. I think my response was something to the effect of, I can’t believe we’re still having this conversation. Everybody from a medical or humanitarian background is so sick of having to respond to these atrocious, preposterous justifications that are being provided for things that are never justifiable. I thought the Hamas and Al-Shifa question was buried a long time ago. There were several weeks where that’s all we were asked about in interviews. There were multiple investigations done that concluded no credible evidence existed to justify the attacks on Al-Shifa. And then, Al-Shifa was targeted again, besieged again. Then, eventually, Al-Shifa started functioning again. The staff were so proud of the fact that they got it functioning again. That second time, the hospital was again besieged and targeted. A lot of the staff were taken out into the courtyard of the hospital, where the male staff were stripped. Israeli soldiers beat several of the healthcare providers. A very, very senior person at Al Shifa, an older doctor, was eventually released and came on foot to Al-Aqsa Hospital. And immediately, he went back to work. I was at Al-Aqsa Hospital when he turned up disheveled, beard down to here, exhausted, having lost I don’t know how many kilos, hadn’t seen his family for five months, didn’t have a phone, didn’t have proper shoes, didn’t have proper clothes. They fled with basically nothing. And many of the other healthcare providers who were taken outside with him were abducted. I think his testimonies of what happened and the amount of work they had put into getting Al-Shifa functioning again made the question of the Sky News anchor even more infuriating. Because that’s the reality I had just come out of, and to hear him then ask a health professional who had spent the last few weeks resuscitating dead and dying children that have been maimed to an extent that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget—even though I think for my own well-being, it would probably be good if I would forget some of those images—I found it so insulting. Insulting to me, to the healthcare providers who had risked their lives to stay at Al-Shifa, who had lost 25 percent of their body weight, who were exhausted. Insulting to the health care providers who had been killed at Al-Shifa, fleeing from Al-Shifa, to the civilians who were executed there. It’s insulting to our intellect. It’s insulting to humanity

MT: Last week, it was revealed that Dr. Adnan Al-Bursh, a renowned orthopedic surgeon in Gaza, was tortured to death inside of Israeli prisons, according to eyewitness testimony, after he had been abducted from the hospital where he was providing life-saving care, back in December. Hundreds of medical workers have been killed to date, and many more injured. You said in one interview that doctors and healthcare workers are changing out of their scrubs before leaving the hospital so that they’re not targeted. On top of this, the doctors in Gaza have been working basically nonstop for 215 days. As someone who has worked in Gaza, I was wondering if you could say a bit about what your colleagues are facing day-to-day. THH: I want to start with the abduction of healthcare workers, because it’s so underreported, to the point where myself and my colleagues, medical providers working our own jobs, are doing the investigative work. They’re systematic. There have been at least 240 abductions documented by our group— MT: 240?! THH: At least 240, and I’m not talking about what’s reported by the Ministry of Health, which I believe is an even higher number. We documented that at least 240 healthcare workers have been abducted and detained by Israeli forces, the majority of whom have not been released. And the ones who have been released are providing testimonies of torture, of themselves but also the torture that they’ve witnessed. I’ve taken testimonies. One, a three-hour-long testimony about the torture inflicted on [my friend,] a nurse, for 53 days in custody, accusing him of being part of Hamas, of his family being part of Hamas, even though the fact that he was released tells you he wasn’t part of Hamas. Given the extent to which he was tortured, I’m surprised that he survived. And he has not survived with his physical and mental health intact. He has scars, he has nightmares. He had hematuria, so bleeding when he urinated, for weeks after he was released.

Please read this interview as it sheds light on the horrors doctors, nurses, and other medical workers in Gaza have endured

[blairenqs]

୨୧ NOT A LITTLE KID ✧ AARON HOTCHNER

───── IN WHICH 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺��𝖾 !

𝖻𝖿!𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝓍 𝒻! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝟣.𝟨𝖪 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 ♡ ⎯⎯ 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝒾𝖵𝖤

BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP with aaron hotchner wasn’t easy—especially when you worked under him at the bau.

balancing your personal and professional lives was already hard as it is, but the fact that you were significantly younger than him made things even more complicated.

you weren’t new to the team, but your age set you apart from hotch, making you feel like you had something to prove.

you were good at your job—your record spoke for itself, but you couldn’t shake off the insecurity that came with being treated as the “kid” of the team.

and then there was aaron. at home, he loved you tremendously, in ways you’d never imagined someone like him could. but at work.. it was different.

he wasn’t just protective of you—he was way too protective. he often sidelined you during the more dangerous parts of cases or paired you with someone else, as if he didn’t trust you to handle things on your own. —READ MORE!

you confronted him about it before, but aaron being aaron, always brushed it off with the same frustrating explanation, “i just want to keep you safe.”

you accepted that excuse for a while. you knew he loved you, and you wanted to believe that his intentions came from the right place.

but the doubts had started to creep in, and lately, they were getting harder and harder to ignore.

the latest case pushed you to your breaking point. it was one of the harder kinds of cases—an unsub moving from city to city, leaving a trail of death in his path. the team had been running on a little under three hours of sleep for days, barely resting as you chased lead after lead.

when it finally came time to catch the unsub, you’d been ready. you’d spent hours reading over the profile, mapping out the unsubs’ movements, and preparing for every possible outcome.

but when aaron pulled you aside before the team left, your stomach sank—already knowing what was coming.

“i need you to stay at the station and work with garcia,” he said, his tone firm and strict.

your heart dropped. “what? why?”

“because someone needs to handle communications,” he said, avoiding your gaze. “we can’t afford any possible slip ups.”

“aaron—you know garcia can handle that,” you said, your frustration growing bigger by the minute. “i’ve worked just as hard on this case as everyone else. i deserve to be out there.”

“it’s not about what you deserve,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “it’s about what’s best for the team.”

“don’t do this,” you said, lowering your voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “don’t sideline me again.”

his jaw clenched, and for a split second, you thought he might reconsider. but then he shook his head, his expression hardening. “this isn’t up for discussion. stay here.”

and with that, he walked off, leaving you standing there with your hands clenched into fists and your chest tight with frustration.

you wanted to listen. you really did—but as the minutes ticked by and the team moved in on the unsub, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to be there.

so when the opportunity came, you made the decision to join them on field grounds.

the takedown was difficult but ultimately successful. the unsub was taken into custody without any casualties, but not before a few difficulties.

you stepped in to help morgan in a crucial moment, your quick thinking helping to trap the unsub before things could escalate.

but instead of feeling proud, you felt the weight of aaron’s anger the moment his eyes locked in with yours across the scene.

back at the station, you could basically cut the tension with a knife. everyone was on edge, knowing what was coming and you knew it was only a matter of time before aaron confronted you.

sure enough, as soon as the team regrouped, he called your name.

“can i speak to you for a moment?” he said, his tone short and terrifyingly serious.

you hesitantly followed him to a quieter corner of the station, well aware of the eyes that followed you. when he turned to face you, his expression was unreadable, but his voice was undoubtedly angry and sharp.

“what the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, keeping his voice quiet but firm. “i gave you a direct order, and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

“i was thinking i could help,” you said, struggling to keep your voice steady. “and i did help.”

“you put yourself and the team at risk,” he said, his jaw clenching. “this isn’t a game, and it’s not about proving a point. when i give you an order, i expect you to follow it. is that clear?”

your chest tightened, and you nodded stiffly, unable to meet his gaze. “crystal clear.”

the rest of the team was silent when you returned. you could feel their eyes on you, their pity as radiant as the tension in the air.

spencer gave you a sympathetic smile, which only made you feel worse.

the flight back to quantico was unbearable. you sat in the farthest corner of the jet, staring out of the window and doing your best to ignore the feeling of anger and humiliation in your chest.

morgan tried to comfort you, sitting across from you with his usual smile. “hey, don’t let him get to you, kid. you know how hotch is—he’s just worried about you.”

jj chimed in, her voice gentle. “he wouldn’t have reacted like that if he didn’t care.”

you forced a small smile but didn’t respond. their words didn’t help. this wasn’t just about aaron yelling at you—it was about everything.

it was about the way he treated you at work, like you couldn’t handle yourself. like you weren’t capable like the rest of your team. weren’t enough.

when aaron approached and tried to sit beside you, you turned your body away, instead moving your gaze on the window. he didn’t say anything, but you could feel the weight of his presence, his silence louder than words.

by the time the plane finally landed, you already decided not to ride home with him. jj offered you a ride, and you accepted it without hesitation, ignoring the way aaron’s eyes followed you as you walked away.

when you got to the apartment you shared with aaron, you dropped your bag by the door and sank onto the couch, the events of the day replaying over and over in your mind.

the sound of the door opening a little while later made your heart clench, yet you didn’t look up.

aaron’s footsteps were quiet and hesitant as he approached, stopping a few feet away. “can we talk?” he asked softly.

you didn’t respond, your silence speaking louder than words.

“i’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “for yelling at you. for making you feel—”

“it’s not just about the yelling,” you interrupted, finally looking up at him. your voice was quieter now, but the hurt in it was impossible to miss.

his brow furrowed, concern written into every line of his face. “then what is it, honey?”

“it’s the way you treat me at work,” you said, your throat tightening as the words came out. “like i’m some fragile child. like i can’t handle myself. you don’t treat spencer or anyone else that way.”

“that’s not what i think of you,” he said quickly, stepping closer.

“then why do you do it?” you asked, your voice trembling. “why do you act like i’m this reckless kid who constantly needs to be protected?”

he sighed, his shoulders slumping as he sat onto the coffee table in front of you.

“because i’m scared,” he admitted, his voice coming out as a whisper. “when i see you out there, i can’t separate who you are to me from the job. i know i should, and i know it’s not professional—but i can’t. and that’s not fair to you.”

your eyes searched his face, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his expression. “aaron, i need you to trust me. i need to know that you see me as capable, not as someone you need to protect all the time.”

“i do trust you,” he said, reaching out to lock your hands in his. “more than anyone. but i’ve been letting my fear get in the way of showing that, and i’m sorry—you’re just as qualified as anyone else on the team.”

his thumb caressing over your knuckles, his touch warm and grounding. “you’re not irresponsible. you’re not immature. you’re one of the strongest, smartest people i’ve ever met, and i’m lucky to have you—not just on the team, but in my life.”

your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes. “i just don’t want you to regret being with me because of who i am. because of my age.”

his grip on your hands tightened, his gaze warm and unwavering as he cupped your face into his hands. “i don’t regret a single thing about us. and i never will.”

his lips met yours in a soft, gentle and grounding kiss, the kind of comfort that made you feel safe and seen in a way words never could.

“i’m so sorry honey,” he whispered against your lips.

“i know,” you whispered back, resting your forehead against his. “just.. don’t baby me, okay?”

he smiled, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “deal.”

as he pulled you into his arms, he teasingly mumbled, “for the record, disobeying me again isn’t how i’d recommend proving your point.” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, rolling your eyes as you muttered, “noted, agent hotchner.”

𝖱𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖲 𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖣 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

© blairenqs 2025 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

✧ 𝑓. i miss hotch sm like bring him back now pls. also i’m considering transferring to forensic psychology.. idk if that’s smart or the dumbest decision ill ever make ☹️

[vaadazen-codes]

How To Get Started Making Visual Novels

Wanna make a visual novel? Or maybe you've seen games like Our Life, Blooming Panic, Doki Doki Literature Club, etc. and wanna make something like that? Good news, here's a very basic beginners guide on how to get started in renpy and what you need to know going in! Before you start, I highly recommend looking at my last post about writing a script for renpy just to make it easier on you!

LONG POST AHEAD

Obviously, our first step is downloading it from their website

thankfully, its right on the home page of their site. Follow basica program installation steps and run the program. I highly recommend pinning it to your task bar to make it easier to access.

From there, you're met with the renpy app, it's a little daunting at first but let's talk about what all these buttons are for.

Projects

This part is simple, it just lists the current projects in the chosen directory. You probably won't have any in there of your own. You should still see Tutorial and The Question!

Both of those default projects are super helpful in their own ways, i highly recommend testing out the tutorial and playing around with it just to get comfortable with some of the basics.

Create New Project

The first step to actually making your game into a game!

You'll be met with a prompt letting you know that the project is being made in English and that you can change it. You can click Continue.

From here, you'll be asked to input a project name! Put in your games title, or even a placeholder title since this Information can be changed later! (this is also the title the folder will be in your file browser, be sure to name it something you won't overlook)

Now we get to choose our resolution!

If you have no idea what to choose, go for 1920x1080! This is the standard size for most computer monitors and laptops, but it will still display with moderately decent quality on 4k monitors too!

You can choose 3840x2160 as well. This is 2x the measurements of the default, with the same ration. These dimensions are considered 4k. Keep in mind, your image files will be bigger and can cause the game to have a larger size to download.

Now we get to choose our color scheme!

Renpy has some simple default options with the 'light mode' colors being the bottom two rows, and the 'dark mode' colors being the toop two rows.

You can pick anything here, but I like to choose something that matches my projects vibes/colors better. Mostly because depending on how in depth you go with the ui, it minimizes the amount of changes I need to make later.

Click continue and give it a minute. Note: If it says "not responding" wait a moment without clicking anything. It can sometimes freeze briefly during the process.

Now we should be back at our home screen, with our new project showing. Let's talk about allll that stuff on the right now.

Open Directory

This just opens that particular folder in your local file explorer!

game - is all the game files, so your folders for images, audio, saves, and your game files like your script, screens, and more.

base - this is the folder that the game folder is inside of. You can also find the errors and log txt files in here.

images - takes you to your main images folder. This is where you wanna put all of your NON gui images, like your sprites, backgrounds, and CGs. You can create folders inside of this and still call them in the script later. EX: a folder for backgrounds , a folder for sprites for character a, a seperate folder for spirtes for character b, etc.

audio - Takes you to the default audio folder. This is empty, but you can put all your music and sound effects here!

gui - brings up the folder containing all of the default renpy gui. It's a good place to start/ reference for sizes if you want to hand draw your UI pieces like your text box!

Edit File

Simple enough, this is just where you can open your code files in whatever text/code editor you have installed.

Script.rpy - where all of your story and characters live. This is the file you'll spend most of your time in at first

Options.rpy - Contains mostly simple information, like project name and version. There aren't a ton of things in here you need to look at. There is also some lines of code that help 'archive' certain files by file type so that they can't be seen by players digging in code however. Fun if you want to hide some images in there for later or if you just dont want someone seeing how messy your files are. We've all been there

Gui.rpy - where all of the easy customization happens. Here you can change font colors, hover colors, fonts, font sizes, and then the alignment and placement of all of your text! Like your dialogue and names, the height of text buttons, etc. It more or less sets the defaults for a lot of these unless you choose to change them later.

Screens.rpy - undeniably my favorite, this is where all of the UI is laid out for the different screens in your game, like the main menu, game menu, quick menu, choice menu, etc. You can add custom screens too if you want, but I always make my own seperate file for these.

Open Project - this just opens all of those files at once in the code editor. Super handy if you make extra files like I do for certain things.

Actions

last but not least, our actions.

Navigate Script - This feature is underrated in my honest opinion, it's super handy for help debugging! In renpy you can comment with # before a line. However, if you do #TODO and type something after it, it saves it as a note! You can view these TODO's here as well as easily navigate to when certain screens are called, where different labels are (super great if your game is long, and more. It saves some scrolling.

Check Script (Lint) - also super duper handy for debugging some basic things. It also tells you your word count! But its handy for letting you know about some errors that might throw up. I like using it to look for sprites I may or may not have mispelled, because they show up in there too.

Change/Update GUI - Nifty, though once you start customizing GUI on your own, it isn't as useful. You can reset the project at any point and regenerate the image files here. This updates all those defaults we talked about earlier.

Delete Persistent - this just helps you delete any persistent data between play throughs on your end. I like to use it when making a lot of changes while testing the game, so that I can reboot the game fresh.

Force Recompile - Full disclosure, as many games as I've made and as long as I've been using Renpy, i have never used this feature. I searched to see what it does and this is the general consesus: Normally renpy tries to be smart about compiling code (creating .rpyc files) and only compiles .rpy files with changes. This is to speed up the process since compiling takes time. Sometimes you can make changes that renpy don't pick up on and therefore won't recompile. In these cases you can run force recompile to force it. Another solution (if you know what file is affected) is to delete that specific. rpyc file.

The rest of your options on this right hand side are how you make executable builds for your game that people can download to extract and play later!

Sorry gang! that was a whole lot of text obviously the last button "Launch Project" launches an uncompiled version of the project for you to play and test as you go! Hang in tight because my next post is about how to utilize github for renpy, so you can collaborate easier!

[evelyns-envy]

Hi, I really liked your account <3. Could you make a hc of Daisuke with the reader being Swansea's daughter? But I understand if you don't want to :>

(sorry if the writing is bad, English is not my first language and I used the translator ಥ_ಥ)

YES YES I WILL HAPPILY WRITE THAT (your english is better than mine and english is my first language lmfao.)! this is such a cool idea though and i never even thought of it. this is my first req ever im so excited tysm!!

✎ "but daddy i love him!" (i'm havin' his baby, NO IM NOT but you should see your faces ;)) -taylor swift

warnings! - SMUT HCS + SFW!, vibrator, pegging, reader being swanseas daughter and getting w daisuke, MY FIRST REQ GUYS BE SO PROUD, evelyn is freaky 😼

SFW!!

oh jesus this is certainly a concept

you're there for almost the same reason daisuke is, for in internship.

however... daisuke is there since his parents are rich asf and paid for him to go, you're there because you've been rejected from your dream job and went into a depression due to it.

swansea knew he wouldn't let his daughter suffer, so he asked if you could been an intern on the ship for Anya.

the Pony Express executives were hesitant at first, but caved when Swansea offered for them to renew his contract for longer.

your first day aboard, you make fast friends with Anya and faster friends with Daisuke.

you ended up having to share a room with daisuke, in bunk beds.

a flirty/silly argument about who got top bunk, ending with daisuke going “what if we just share?”

he knew damn well

taking advantage of your stunned face and mind, he jumped up on the top bunk and stuck his tongue out at you.

”i was just joking, mini mechanic.”

100% calls you mini mechanic for the rest of the time on the ship even though technically HES the mini mechanic but wtv let him have his fun

is actually so glad you’re relatively the same age as him, and was really excited to be able to talk w you about younger and occasionally inappropriate stuff

UNTILL he found out you’re his boss’s daughter..!

tries to keep the dirty jokes to a minimum, but fails miserably

it was always pretty obvious that he had a thing for you, even before yall got together

would be asking swansea abt you 24-7 and your hobbies and favorite things only to be met with “stay away from my daughter, juarez.”

is now 10x more scared

and you’re also 10x more attractive to him since he knows he can’t have you

intentionally gets his finger jammed in something while helping your dad so he can go to medbay and see you

once you’re about a month into the trip, you two have regular staying up late and YAPPING sessions in your room

he’ll occasionally come down from his bunk and sit on the floor next to your bed if the topic is deeper, until you notice he looks uncomfortable on the metal floor and tell him to come sit on the bed

anddd thats how babies are made folks! the end!

nah jk anyways you two talk until the early hours of the artificial ‘morning’ on the ship

when yall finally run out of things to talk about, you realize he’s laying next to you and you’re laying on his arm

oh nooo how did that happen (fuck already damn)

“comfy there?”

”shut up.”

”make me, mini mechanic.”

”now is not the time to bring up my father, dai.”

you playing w his hair and growing to understand how much he loves when you do that

eventually falling asleep in each others arms

you cannot tell me this mf isn’t SO comfy to sleep on be so fr

waking up to YOUR DAD 🤗 banging on the door demanding that daisuke get up and come help him fix smth in the storage

getting jump scared and shaking dai awake bc bro is knocked out and snoring

him opening the door and yall having to act like you weren’t wrapped in each others arms, entirely consumed in the other

holy shit that was fuckin poetic

awkwardly waving bye to him, both of you having a knowing smile tugging at your lips

he eventually asks you out, VERY awkwardly and in the middle of one of the routine late night talks

you accept happily (no shit)

doing basically everything together

always bringing dai along when you’re in front of your dad js for funsies and to piss him off a little

even while swansea doesn’t seem like he approves of the relationship, he secretly loves how sweet and gentle daisuke is to you

+ his parents are rich so you’re set!!

always telling Anya you need to go ask your dad something when really you js wanna see your pretty boyfriend

you both love each other so fucking much it’s insane. and getting your dad to approve is next level

NSFW….!! (watch out 😛😼 ‘ya girl evelyn is a wee bit freaky)

if you’re a little bolder, you definitely jerk dai off under the workbench where both he AND YOUR FATHER are working (this hc isn’t mine i saw it somewhere else on tumblr btw i js love it sm)

ok listen. dai is a sub at heart, but a bratty sub.

tries to talk back to you? his ass is getting bent over the nearest surface and fucked stupid by your strap (it’s always close by 😼)

also jacking him off while another crew mate is nearby, one i think would be good is curly’s bday celebration. jacking dai off as he’s trying so hard to focus on making the cake while all you can focus on is his slutty noises spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

going down on him while he’s talking abt his usual unluckiness when trying to find a girl to truly love him, and now js his money. slowly unzipping his jeans while he keeps ranting, breath slightly jagged now.

“they alway-.. (y/n)? uh- what are y- mhmmm. never mind. feels good.”

he says as you gently tug his pants down, letting him fall around his ankles as you look up at him w those fucking eyes. shit. he’s a goner.

leaning back against whatever wall you undoubtedly have him pushed against, head thrown back as his trimmed nails run through you hair, egging you on.

you’re totally in swansea’s office change my fucking mind and he’s sitting on your dad’s desk 😋

“don’t mess up any papers, pretty. don’t want my father finding out you were gettin’ all ruined by his daughter on his desk, now do you?”

“n-no.. don’t mm- don’t want that.”

“then keep quiet and be good.”

he’s so fuckin freaky he’s defo an exhibitionist

you’re a girl- so you obviously brought a vibrator be SO fr w me rn

you definitely press it against his tip while slowly licking up the base

he is SO vocal that you have to tie his hawaiian shirt around his mouth so that he won’t YELL

gets cum on an important paper and yall have to throw it away lmfao

swansea being confused as shit abt where the document went and has been searching the Tulpar and asking all the crewmates if they’ve seen it

oopsies…

[polysucks]

What do you think: which asoiaf house deserve better?

It’s too easy to say the Manderlys or the Tarbecks deserved better.

I am a true hater to my core. If there is one thing about me everyone should know is that I will find something to complain about. Periodt.

So, let’s talk about which house deserved worse.

House Bracken

If any house deserved worse, it’s these perpetual, scheming, backstabbing opportunists. The Brackens are like that stupid fuckin coworker who keeps getting their corporate cock sucked despite being objectively terrible at everything. Their entire existence revolves around making bad decisions, siding with the stupidest decision makers in Westerosi history, and somehow still managing to stick the landing. The only reason they’re still around is bc the chad Blackwoods would be considered kinslayers if they finally followed through with ganking the virgin Brackens because they WONT STOP FUCKING THEM. AND BREEDING.

“Waahhh fuck the Blackwoods, they suck, I should burn their houses down!” Sir, that’s your AUNT. Y’all are literally all First Men.

Those horsefuckers have been “feuding” (it’s literally hearsay) with House Blackwood for thousands of years, and they still can’t get a single W. Go ahead, go check in on them, take a shot whenever they are either betraying someone, sucking the cock of whoever’s in “power” this week, or trying to steal land that they will inevitably lose again. You’ll get alcohol poisoning. They backed Aegon the Dork in the Dance (woof), they backed the Blackfyres in the rebellion (really?), and in ASOIAF, they’re STILL making terrible choices, switching sides between the Starks and Lannisters like a bad wifi signal

And let’s be real—their entire personality is just hating the Blackwoods. That’s it. You ask a Bracken what they care about, and it’s not power, wealth, or horses (the Rills did horses better get a new gimmick)—it’s screwing over the Blackwoods at every possible turn. Get a fucking hobby. Touch GRASS. Suck CLIT.

Meanwhile, the Blackwoods are over here with their REAL weirwood tree, ancient legacy, and genuinely interesting history and baller fucking seat (Raventree Hall??? HELLO????? METAL AS FUCK. Stone Hedge is so LAME!) , while the Brackens are just flailing around going, “What if we betrayed our allies again? That worked so well last time!” 🤦‍♀️

Honestly, the only reason they still exist is sheer fuckin’ luck at this point.

First off, House Bracken is basically the Riverlands equivalent of Elon Musk. Hollow threats. Zero rizz. Fake as fuck. Total LOSER. Weak ass bark, zero bite. They act like they’re a major power, but they’re not. They think they deserve what they have!!!! Every time they make a move, it backfires spectacularly, and yet they just keep doing it. They fail upward!!!! They fucking learn nothing. They are medically incapable of making a good decision. I’d say it’s in their genes but the family tree of the Brackens and the Blackwoods is a wreath, and the Blackwoods don’t fail this fuckin hard.

Greatest Hits:

• “We Were Kings, We Prommy!” – The Brackens love to tell people that they used to be kings in the Riverlands. Oh, you were kings? Cool. So were the Blackwoods by your standards, and guess what? They didn’t get demoted to second-rate nobility because they were bad at being kings. That was time. That was just a natural change in power dynamics. Eso es solo economía basica. (Also, their kingdom lasted longer but like. Whose counting?) (me. I’m counting.)

• The Dance of the dumbasses – During the Dance the Brackens backed Aegy (imagine being that wrong) while the Blackwoods supported Rhaenyra the Perfect and Did Nothing Wrong. But here’s the kicker: not only did they lose, but they also got their castle burned to the ground by the very same side they supported. Imagine baking ur neighbor a pie and they still burn ur house down. Embarrassing. Whack. Sad. Take a lap.

• Blackfyre Rebellion: Worst Bets Edition – When the Blackfyre bastards popped up, the Brackens were like, “Hell yeah, bad decision 2: electric boogaloo!” Meanwhile, the Blackwoods, once again, stayed loyal to the crown. Because it was in their best interest. Guess who won? I’ll give you a hint: not who the Brackens backed. And guess who got punished for backing them?

• Their Weirwood Crimes – This one’s just sad. The Chad Blackwoods, like proper First Men, still worship the Old Gods and have a massive weirwood tree. The virgin Brackens, meanwhile, chopped theirs down centuries ago, probably just to be spiteful. The internalized racism is coming from inside the house. And where did they build their new godswood? On top of the stump like a bunch of insecure toddlers. It’s like they knew the Old Gods weren’t on their side and tried to cover it up. Lady Bracken (geodndndge please what is her name please reply to my emails) is correct when she says the gods are punishing them. Y’all deserve it. Stupid horse fuckers.

• The Award for Most Inconsistent Allegiances – Every major conflict, the Brackens flip-flop faster than an American politician on Twitter. Like we call Walder Frey the Late bc he’s opportunistic— man what the fuck about the Brackens? They backed the Tullys, then turned on them. They supported the Lannisters, then tried to hedge their bets when things got rough. Go fuckin cry about it. Pound sand. Die mad. They switched sides between the Starks and Lannisters during the War of the Five Kings like they were speed-dating for survival.

It’s already bad that the Brackens are losers (imagine being born a bracken. I would simply. choose not to. Be. Born.), but the fact that they’ve spent thousands of years being consistently outclassed by the Blackwoods just adds insult to injury. The Blackwoods have a richer history, cooler symbolism, and an actual legacy—while the Brackens have…horses? They fuck horses? The Rills got horses, too, man. Pick a better personality. And a track record of failure? It’s like watching a rivalry between a college professor and a loser who gets kicked out of bars for trying to fight the furniture.

Honestly, House Bracken only still exists because somehow they keep getting pardoned after every betrayal. Westeros has wiped out noble houses for way less (RIP House Darklyn and Tarbeck gone but not 5gottem).

They’re like fucking cockroaches. They just keep crawling back. House Bracken should’ve gone extinct centuries ago, they refuse to die.

Fucking clown shit for real.

This message has been proudly brought to you by the Official Council for Blackwood Riverlands Supremacy—preserving history, honoring the Old Gods, and reminding you that Brackens have been taking L’s since the Dawn of Days.

[arxxq]

𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑..

[ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 <3 !! ]

writing for my favorite characters: itoshi rin, akabane karma, sano manjiro

itoshi rin - mentions a guitarist reader,

akabane karma- mentions of rivals troupe,

manjiro sano- grumpy girl x sunshine boy,

: any mistakes will either be left unedited or will be edited when I do so, english is not my native language so be warned, I do not support plagiarism, do not steal my works, mentions of female reader in my head but not to worry it's all gender neutral, if used she/her pronounce it's because I imagine the reader as a female I apologize for that :

"a beauty just like your melody..." :

: itoshi rin is someone who's known to be cold and reserved to most others, some find him to be unapproachable and some find his demeanor is intimidating and some admire him for his talents, achievements and his hard work which makes it hard to believe he had someone to begin with..but he did and it was with one of the most talented guitarist in the whole school [name]. no one knew what was going on between them but some just assume they were just close friends since childhood but little did they know the two of them had a little thing going on,

it was after school, there they were one strumming their guitar while the other listened to their playing. the teal eyed man had his gaze on them so mesmerized at their beauty. once they finished [name] felt like they were being stared at so they giggled and looked at him. "did you enjoy the song or was your mind occupied somewhere else?" rin was unfazed but he let out a small chuckle which was very rare. "yk I love you right?" they were taken aback but laughed. "more than soccer?" the boy rolled his eyes "I hate to admit but I do love you more than soccer" :

"I hate you...I hate myself for that too"

: Everyone knew the hatred [name] held for akabane karma and I think it goes the same way for him as well, they were rivals since junior high even. [name] hated that red headed boy for everything, how he was better than him in most things, how cocky he gets, his behavior. basically everything. what made them hate despise him more was that he was always either one or two above her. it was time where mid years were about to come, [name] was in the library studying and it was late at night, by now no one was in the library except them and the librarian. They were getting tired and their mood was ruined. what made it worse was when they heard that voice.

"Oh well you look at that, it's miss perfect studying" that annoying voice rang in their head. "What do you want akabane?" she said with a hoarse voice. "In fact what are you even doing here," the boy studied [name]'s face and how visibly tired she looked. "Just returning a book...you should get a break you know and try and not get too worked out?" They scoffed. "I'm serious...you shouldn't get worked up," [name] glared at him. "Why the fuck do you care?" The boy was getting annoyed by their stubborn behavior. "Well believe it or not I'm not a dick like how you see me to be," he yelled. Lucky for them the librarian didn't hear "I hate you...I hate you I fucking do. I hate how you always manage to one up me, how you don't care about what people say to you, how you don't care about fitting it...I hate you and I hate myself for that" [name] admitted. The boy was taken aback. "Well believe it or not I don't hate you....I never did so let's start a new beginning for me and you?" He sat down beside you and smiled "I'd..I'd like that.."

"You're always so grumpy cheer up!"

: sano manjiro, [name] did not know how they got together in the first place because in the beginning of the year they were complaining about how immature Mikey is and how he keeps skipping class. they also complained how he is in a gang which isn't really good but now here they are together with him. At first [name] found him intimidating and everything but after getting to know him he was basically just such a big baby and pain to deal with. In their relationship they're basically the grumpy one one in the relationship.

"[Name] let's get dorayaki!" Mikey says ecstatic while the girl was not in the mood at the moment. "No please let's not I'm too tired for this Mikey!" She complains. "Come on loosen up" he drags her to his motorcycle. "Mikey don't you dare drive at an insane spee-! Mikey!" From afar draken and Emma were laughing at their odd relationship. "Those two are really something aren't they ken?" Draken laughed. "they really are"

Authors note:

my favorite characters <3 but if you ask me between all my favorites karma will always have a special place in my heart ngl. You don't know how much I love assassination classroom to this day. It will always have a small special place in my heart and I honestly don't mind that at all.

sincerely your dear author !

-Arxx/Hasinah.

All rights reserved do not plagiarize !

[ablobwhowrites]

As soon you brought up Stardew Valley Being yanderes. I AM IN LOVE WITH THE IDEAA! I am on my knees and begging for some headcanons! Any character will do!

(Why have one when you can have all the characters? we gotta do all characters as yandere's, and the others platonic)

Yandere Elliot is basically that notebook scene from turning red and no one can change my mind. He basically writes romance novels about you and him (bro has a whole library by now). He basica

Depending on it, Hailey would ask you to come and take some pictures with her and mostly gossip about her old life in the city and other stuff. She secretly takes pictures of you when you both know and don't know, she might make those picture calenders of you but who knows (she knows)

Shane is kinda like a cat, both wanting to be by you and maybe even date you but at the same time he doesn't think it'll work out due to him always drinking and how the first time you two met he was snappy and didn't really want you near him (now bro is daydreaming about you two together) as sometimes he comes over giving you things or even when special events are coming up he goes to your mail box and tries to put a letter asking you to go with him but he never does, only a dream for you to be his partner at the flower dance

Alex would try to impress you with his strength or if you up to it, how he is the best at sports and especially gridball. He's always wanting to impress you to win you over and well him and the other bachelor's and bachelorettes get into fights over who gets you to go with them to dances like the flower dance.

sebastiane would invite you over and hangout with you in his room (playing forntnite) or play minecraft with you as a little way to bond. (He came back from mining for coal and ends up seeing you build a big ass farm and already grown a shit ton of crops) and when the dance of the moon jellies comes around. He loves if you are with him. He loves how the light glows on you. Makes him fall for you way more.

(Im replaying stardew valley again because I've been neglecting it with my animal crossing game so sorry for such the long wait but promising I'm putting out more stardew valley content! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[majorshatterandhare]

[ID: a screencap of a reply to this post. Black text of a white background. flowers-all-around-me reblogged the post from ulysses-but-somehow-more-transer and added:

“Oh áno moji milovani blorbikovia, Mechanizmy máme:

• Jonatán Z Certovic

• Puny Prach Tim

• Anastázia Rasputinná

• Rafaela Rozmyglavá

• Márius od Priestorov

• Bubnobot Brajan

• Vojacik Na Hranie

• Brectanina Alexandria

• Popol O'Reily

Aké skvelé men pre bandu nesmrtelnÿch vesmirnych pirátov!”

As well as the following tags:

“#sorry I wanted to add because! its so funny :) #spyld #steamy spunk pirates #slovak”

End ID]

oh ja meine lieblings Blorbonen, die Mechaniker

es gibt

Johannes von Toifel

Schießpulver Tim

Anna Rasputina

Raphaella zu Denken

Marius von Raum

Trommelroboter Gehirn

Der Spielzeug Soldat

Efeu Bücherei

Asche O'reily

was für tolle namen für eine Bande an unsterblichen weltraum Piraten

[umbrellajam]

okay so I did end up last minute deciding to go to WonderCon yesterday and I'm glad I did, the panels were SO good. the whole con is so much more comics-focused than more general pop culture cons that I've been to, and it's great.

below the cut for Mark Waid, Superman, Knightfall, MFitz, Tim Sheridan, Todd MacFarlane, and Jim Lee

Mark Waid: 50 Answers in 50 Minutes

Exactly, as it sounds, a quickfire Q&A session with Mark Waid.

Lots of fun anecdotes about his long career in the industry, how he got into Superman as a depressed rural teen, who felt that no one cared whether he lived or died, after going to see the first Christopher Reeves movie, and being stricken with emotion that "Superman cares about everybody." He walked out knowing whatever he did with his life, it would have to be something to do with Superman.

New History of the DC Universe! He mentioned that this is something that DC has been wanting to do since before he even came back to DC, and then when he did, he made it clear that he would "burn the place to the ground if he wasn't allowed to do it", lol

120 pages of Barry Allen journeying from the beginning of the DC universe to the end (and beyond), and there will also be a detailed timeline at the end for anything they aren't able to cover in the fully illustrated story sections, so everyone's favorite characters/events will be able to be included

Writing the DC Universe Animated Movies

Tim Sheridan (Batman: The Long Halloween), Meghan Fitzmartin (Justice Society: World War II), Jeremy Adams (Batman: Soul of the Dragon), Jim Krieg (Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths), Ernie Altbacker (Justice League Dark: Apokolips War)

very chatty bunch, lol.

there was a fun question that got them all talking about the struggles of adapting comics; Tim Sheridan mentioned if he attempted to do a direct adaptation of The Long Halloween, with all 12 months, in the original single 72 minute movie that he'd been given, there would have to be a murder approximately every 5 minutes. so the team (I think Jim Krieg mainly?) went to DC and asked to make it a two-parter, basically doubling their budget, and fortunately they agreed!

also during the Q&A, a comics journalist slyly asked for news about the rumored upcoming Knightfall movie(s).

I'd been looking something up on my phone at the time, and as soon as I heard "Knightfall" my whole body jerked like I'd been zapped and my head came up to stare at them with the burning eyes of a hunting dog, lmao

The whole panel immediately went wooden and tight-lipped, mentioning that a particular higher-up (can't recall the name) would have their heads on a chopping block and they "can't say anything about that".

Until chatterbox Jim Krieg also immediately went something like, "YEAH, unfortunately we can neither confirm nor deny that THOSE MOVIES ARE GETTING MADE ;| (stone-faced wink)" while the other panelists face-palmed

KNIGHTFALL MOVIES. PLURAL. \o/!!!!!

DC: Superman with Mark Waid and Dan Slott

Mark Waid, Dan Slott, and DC Editor-in-Chief Marie Javins

They talked about letter columns a bit, all three had done stints answering letters back in the day.

Marie Javins mentioned that the reason they don't do letter columns anymore is because they don't get enough letters u_u but that they would want to bring them back if more letters were sent in!

Very fun look at the upcoming Summer of Superman, including Superman Unlimited (Slott), and Action Comics (Waid).

Definitely timed to be a good jumping-on point for new fans who hopefully fall in love with the new Superman movie

Waid was invited with a number of other Superman writers to tour the set of the movie, but unfortunately was booked for a con in Europe that conflicted so he had to miss it (and was super, super bummed). But everything he's seen and heard from other people indicates that we're all going to love it. (Fingers crossed!!)

Waid fell in love with Clark Kent's Superboy in particular because of shared history, rural background basically like Smallville, isolation, etc., and is very glad that they've re-established his history with the Legion and being a young Superboy trying to figure things out.

Which is what his Action Comics is also going to cover! The pitch sounded a lot like the Smallville TV show, tbh, including having a young Lex Luthor that Clark befriends because he's the only one Clark finds in Smallville who can kind of keep up with him and talk about the kind of big issues that he's wrestling with.

I tend to prefer Clark meeting Lex as adults in Metropolis, personally, but it looks like it will be a fun time.

Two Legends - Jim Lee and Todd McFarlane

This was an absolutely fantastic panel. So apparently Jim Lee and Todd McFarlane were both going to be at the con and have separate panels, but then MacFarlane looked at the schedule, saw Jim Lee, and went oh, let's just do one big panel together! It was basically just a structured chat between the two of them the whole time, going through their individual histories, then how they met, their impressions of each other as peers coming up around the same time, and then how they formed Image Comics.

MacFarlane actually didn't get into comics until relatively late, age 16-17 or so, and he was a jock so it was something he kept a secret, comics were, as we all know, a weird shameful hobby, so he kept them literally in his closet. Where his girlfriend found them and he tried to pass them off as being his brother's, lol

MacFarlane's then-girlfriend ended up being his first editor when he was 17 and drawing his first proto-Spawn comic :) and then she, as his wife, was also his editor years later when they first put out the official Spawn #1 :) she was also in the audience at the con, very sweet

MacFarlane's parents were supportive of his interest, and got him his first drafting table as a Christmas present, which he drew all of his subsequent comics on and still has to this day.

Jim Lee kept making faces and - friendly! - jibes at MacFarlane's stories, because his parents were the opposite of supportive. They intensely disliked his interest in comics, hadn't immigrated from Korea for the American Dream of their son being a starving artist, he was supposed to study, study, study, and be a doctor! They would give him issues as a child just to like keep him occupied on long drives and such, but he said there were at least two incidents when he came home and his Mom had thrown out his whole collection (including like, Action #1….) and also when their car broke down one winter his dad stuffed a bunch of his comics under the tires for visibility or something. Yikes!

He was like "I had to buy my own damn drafting table, and I also still have it, and it's covered with drawings and contacts numbers of people in the industry, etc.

He eventually had a huge blow-up fight with his parents at like 20-21, left the house and just walked away. But. It was in the middle of the suburbs at night, he didn't know where he was going, the Greyhound station was like 10 miles away, lol. Luckily his dad went after him and brought him back, and they ended up talking it over after seeing how passionate he really was about it. He'd been pre-med in college, and was basically all set to apply to medical school, but would take a year off to try and make it in comics, promising he would go back to med school and like, "save people's lives, make the world a better place or whatever 😒' if he failed, lol

Lots of other fun stuff in here as they went over their journeys getting into the industry, Jim getting his break from just showing his portfolio to a big name Marvel person at a con and just getting invited into their offices for another look, and immediately getting hired for Alpha Flight, then Punisher, then eventuall taking on the biggest title at the time, X-Men. MacFarlane was also at Marvel, but took on the much lower Amazing Spider-Man, which was down at like #28 in sales, and worked to bring it up, as opposed to Lee who had to maintain a juggernaut and push it to even greater heights.

They both eventually got sick of Marvel's shit, and first MacFarlane with Rob Liefeld and a couple of others decided to leave and form their own company, Image Comics.

MacFarlane ran into Jim Lee by happenstance at a comics art auction the day before their big meeting when they were going to quit Marvel, MacFarlane told Lee why he was there and gave him the rundown on their plans, and Lee basically went, huh. Can I come with you to the meeting?

Which was a HUGE deal because while the others already in on the plan were kind of rebellious types that Marvel might be happy to see the backs of, Jim Lee was a Golden Boy, lol.

Funniest part was that, after the meeting the next day where they told Marvel they were hitting the road, MacFarlane then dragged them both over to DC to make a big production there as well.

DC was like salivating at this point because artists/creators typically ping-ponged between the two companies, so if this whole group of superstars were ditching Marvel then holy shit, yay, huge windfall for DC to scoop them up! There were a ton of people in the meeting, assistant editors and such all excited - but no, MacFarlane called the whole thing just to give them the middle finger too and go "we're never working for you again, either!!"

Poor Jim Lee had never worked for DC or done anything for them at that point, and as mentioned before he was a Boy Scout/Golden Boy type who, uh, wanted to make a living and have a career in the industry, so he was 0_0 about this, like "what if our thing fails and I end up needing to work at DC… what if I end up running DC 😏" (big cheer from the audience). But he did end up going along with it, lol.

This was in an absolutely enormous conference room with a huge number of seats. It was about half an hour after the Superman panel so I just stayed in my seat from one to the other, and jeez, I'm glad I did, because I looked back at the end and the whole damn room was packed.

A Comics Coming Out Party

This was a kind of celebration/"coming out party" for pre-existing comics characters who had been later revealed to be LBGTQ+. Tim Sheridan (writer, Alan Scott: Green Lantern), David Booher (writer, Canto), Meghan Fitzmartin (writer, Tim Drake: Robin), Dylan Carter (cosplayer, co-host, House of X podcast)—and moderator Jack Phoenix (comics librarian)

Fun time, they gave out rainbow party hats and fans and we cheered/clapped through the slideshow.

Some things that I thought were interesting from MFitz:

She wasn't the first one to actually pitch queer Tim to DC! And she said that she thought if she had been, they wouldn't have allowed it. But because James Tynion IV had actually approached/discussed it with them before, there was kind of precedent, she had more support. I'm not sure if Tynion had a proper pitch for a story that he wanted to tell, or if these were just talks he'd had with DC, but yeah! cool stuff laying the groundwork.

MFitz literally went in with a Powerpoint of comics evidence re: all of Tim's queer subtext with her pitch, including Tim and Kon getting stuck in that closet together by Geoff Johns, Tim changing his entire costume for Kon, Tim trying to clone Kon back from death almost a hundred times…and the people she pitched to basically nodded and went, "Hm, yeah, you…may have a point", lol.

She basically went, "Look, y'all aren't doing anything with this kid, so I'm going to tell you what the story is."

It did make me laugh into my hands a bit when she went on to talk about diving into Tim's history because, rather than making up a new love interest, she wanted to include how this type of self-reflection and discovery often involves old friends, and going, "Hm," at him and Bernard and realizing "oh, what he finds when he goes looking inside himself is Bernard" - after she'd just gone on at length about how much of Tim's historical queer subtext involved Kon and how it was a huge basis for her pitch 😂

like. (jazzhands) sure. it was Bernard the whole time. totally.

(yes I know why DC wouldn't have let it be Kon. but it's still Kon lmfao)

Tim Sheridan is actually desperate to write Tim, apparently! He himself is gay, and was really into Bat comics around the time when Marv Wolfman was creating a new Robin, named "Tim"….who is now also queer….!! So yeah he wants to get his hands on Tim and explore those stories, which is fun to know

I kept waiting for an opportunity to ask whether MFitz thought Tim was currently in possession of his spleen, but never got an opening, lol.

[salem-the-puppet]

Roast @ravensdecent36

I will feel bad about this later as they seem nice

This is in good fun, as I just realized we enjoy the same things

No hate to Raven

Helluva and Hazbin ?

Really?

So basica already and you know there are Soo many things wrong with that fandom

You should as well as I know that you shouldn't really enjoy it

Oh wait your a music lover?

Wow that was original

Hmmm where have I seen those answer for

Oh wait

On places where basic bitches go

You live on the island for them don't ya?

[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 5]

word count: 4.3k

warning: smut, fingering 18+ content MDNI

an: Theo is not mentioned in this chapter and I’m so very sorry but chapter 6 is very Theo heavy so I hope that makes up for it 🫶🏻

You and Enzo had made a routine of apparating to the club together. You had been doing this for about a week before the incident with Monti, but ever since that night Enzo was very firm that you arrive together. The first few days after it happened, he carried a lot of guilt with him for letting you go to the alley by yourself. It took heavy convincing, but you were pretty sure that you were able to convey how much it wasn’t his fault, and that you were glad he was there to help protect you.

Since that night, Mattheo had barely been around the manor. You could count on one hand the amount of times you actually saw him at the manor over the last two and a half weeks. It was more like you heard him more often than you saw him, and most of the time he was yelling. All of the other boys were being yelled at regularly, but Draco seemed to be taking the brunt of it. You weren’t sure if it was because they were family, but it made you feel kind of bad for him.

It really made you upset not seeing Mattheo that long, not really interacting with him. Maybe upset was not the right word, but if you thought too long about it you felt queasy. There was something about the dynamic between you and Mattheo that made you feel one of two ways, either incredibly, seething, fire burning, hell raging mad - or - light headed and butterfly stomach and warm and yearning and pining and wanting so much of him you thought you might physically implode.

You were thinking about all these things as you were doing mindless work getting the bar ready for the night when Pansy walked into the room, mouth running a hundred miles a minute as you heard her pleading with whoever was on the other end of the cell phone pressed to her ear. When her conversation finally ceased, Pansy set the phone down on the table in front of her. Her head was hung low, like she was trying to recenter herself. You looked over at Enzo, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

In the next moment Pansy was screaming with rage as she pointed her want towards the stage nearest her, deep red exiting her wand and the stage effectively exploding in front of all of your eyes. Your mouth was agape, not expecting to ever see this side of Pansy. Enzo only shook his head in annoyance, taking out his own wand and giving it a swift flick, causing the once exploded stage pieces to slowly float back to their original position until it was like Pansy didn’t have an outburst whatsoever.

“What’s the problem, Pans?” Enzo broke the silence, clearly having dealt with this side of Pansy plenty of times before. Pansy let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “One of the main stage dancers is not coming in tonight and I have no one to replace her. You know how particular Mattheo is, he’s going to have a fucking aneurysm over this. Roxy is good, but she can’t do the whole stage by herself.” Pansy leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a few more expletives.

Enzo couldn’t contain his amused smirk, “This is why I’m glad I don’t have your position, Pansy. It is far more easy being me than it is being you.” You scoffed, quickly quipping back, “Yeah until you’re basically dying and whining like a toddler when someone is trying to save your life.” Enzo gasped at you, fake hurt in his eyes. But the interaction managed to put a smile on Pansy’s face, if only for a brief moment. “Really, you guys, I’m not sure what I’m gonna do, I really don’t want to deal with an angry Mattheo tonight.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip, wondering if what you were about to say would be helpful or just start another argument. You really wanted it to be helpful, you wanted to show everyone how valuable you could be in a crisis, prove yourself of sorts. Especially after the last time you were given a task you basically caused them to all have to show their darkest sides of themselves in order to save you. You glanced over at Enzo, knowing that immediately after you spoke your thoughts he would protest.

Enzo’s eyes widened before you could even speak, shaking his head as if he already read your mind; which in fairness was highly possible. Regardless, you turned back towards Pansy, the words flowing from your mouth before Enzo could protest for real, “I could do it.” Pansy’s head snapped up at your words, you quickly reasoning as to why it was a good idea, “I wanted to be a dancer when I first came to the club anyway, I know I can do it. Not to mention I watch the stage every bloody night, I could probably do Roxy’s routine in my sleep. And Roxy and I already have a good relationship so there would be like…chemistry or whatever.”

Once again you managed to make Pansy smile. “That’s brilliant!” She exclaimed at the same time that Enzo barked out, “Like bloody fucking hell you are.” Both you and Pansy turned to Enzo glaring. “Okay, remind me to never be in the same room as the both of you when you’re upset, because this is fucking scary,” he took a step back from both of you, “but I’m serious, Angel, no way. Mattheo would fucking kill you if you went up on that stage.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you head went along with it, “Oh, please Enz, Mattheo would never hurt me, let alone kill me.” Enzo scoffed, “Right right, I forget, you guys have that special relationship.” He emphasized the last two words with air quotes. You narrowed your eyes up at the sandy haired boy, “What are you insinuating?” Enzo doubled down, not breaking eye contact with you, “I’m saying that your relationship is different with Mattheo than any of us. He lets you get away with a hell of a lot more than any other person in this family.”

“Oh, bullocks,” you spat back at him. You were irritated beyond belief, Enzo never spoke to you this way. “Fine,” Enzo held his hands up in surrender, “how bout you just go tell him about your little plan then, hmm? I know he’s here.” You looked over at Pansy who just shrugged her shoulders. Turning back to Enzo you crossed your arms stubbornly, “Fine, I’ll go ask him.” Enzo huffed, “Well fine!” You shouldered past him, “Fine!” He called back at you again, “Fine!” For good measure you threw one more over your shoulder, “Fine!” Pansy covered her face with her hands, shaking her head, “You guys are worse than having bloody children, I swear it.”

You walked with determination back towards Mattheo’s office. With each step the air felt like it was getting thicker, but you urged yourself to keep moving, to prove to Enzo (and everyone else) that while you now worked for Mattheo it didn’t mean that he controlled you. With a flick of your wand his office door swung open to reveal an irritated Malfoy and Mattheo with a satisfied smirk on his face that was less than comforting.

“Can we help you?” Draco sneered, clearly annoyed by the boldness of your intrusion. You stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed. You gave Draco an irritated look before turning to Mattheo, “Pansy said one of the main stage dancers isn’t showing up today, so I’m going to replace her. I know the routine and have a good rapport with Roxy so-”

“No.” Mattheo cut you off with a firm statement. You huffed in annoyance, “Yeah that’s not really an option here, boss, if we don’t find someone to go up there then the club will lose money and I know that you don’t really like that and it’s bad for bus-”

“I said no,” Mattheo’s voice boomed again, “I’ve told you before, Birdie, you are not a dancer. You are a bartender. You are not going to be a dancer, will never be a dancer, under any circumstance. Is that clear?” You glared at him, holding his gaze as your lips formed a thin line. You opened your mouth to protest again but Mattheo flicked his wand, mumbling a quick depulso and pushing you back through the doorway before slamming it shut.

You’re a right git, Mattheo, you said to him. No means no, Princess. Don’t play with fucking fire, Mattheo thought back. You stood outside the office trying to weigh out your options. You were about to lean towards just giving up, when you heard Draco’s voice, “C’mon, what’s the harm, really. It’s just one night, and you know she’s right fit, she’d bring in so much money. She’s right about us losing out with just Roxy up there.” You smiled at a bit at Draco actually being on your side, maybe he wasn’t such a tosser after all.

“Absolutely fucking not, she’s not doing it. I swear to fucking Salazar if she goes on that bloody stage it’s your head, Cousin.” You didn’t have to see his face to know Mattheo was seething and poor Malfoy was on the receiving end of it. The fiery anger in his tone only fueled your own further.How dare he think he can decide what you can and cannot do? You didn’t care if he was the owner of the club, he had no right to tell you what decisions you could make. You were tired of him acting like he owned you.

With a deep breath you walked away from the office door, heart pounding as you made your way back to the bar. You felt like your heart beat was in your head with every step you took, the bass of the music in the club not helping ease this. When you got back behind the bar you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to try and center yourself. In the time you were in Mattheo’s office a large amount of clientele had appeared, the current dancers working hard to milk them for all their money as Enzo bounced back and forth behind the bar.

As you got to the bar you turned around toward the booze, grabbing the most expensive tequila the club had as you slammed four shots down in front of you.“Y’alright, Angel?” Enzo’s eyes grew wide as you picked up one glass at a time and quickly threw them each back, the alcohol burning your throat in the most calming way. Picking up the last shot Enzo’s large hand enveloped your wrist, “Slow the fuck down, what are you doing? Trying to blackout on the job?”

Your eyes pierced his, a storm of determination brewing behind your pupils, “Enzo, let go of my wrist or I’ll hex your fucking cock off.” He shook his head, stubbornness higher than ever, “No way, Mattheo will have my throat if I let you get fucking sloshed.” You groaned in frustration, rolling your eyes and stomping your foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum.

“Why does everyone act like Mattheo is my fucking keeper?” You leaned your head toward the shot, tipping it in to your mouth while Enzo still gripped your wrist. He rolled his eyes at your actions, finally letting go, “Why’re you doing this, Angel? Was I right about the meeting with the good ol’ boss?” You looked toward the stage as the dancer finished up her routine, crawling on her knees and swaying her hips as she picked up the large bills from the stage floor and stuffing them into her bikini top and barely there bottoms.

Enzo followed your gaze, laughing nervously, “Oh no fucking way, hell no. You’re not…no, Angel.” You turned to face him again, pulling off your tank top to reveal your rhinestone bikini top, “Who’s gonna stop me?” You shoved your tank top into Enzo’s chest, walking toward Blaise at the Dj booth to tell him what song you wanted and what stage name to announce. Enzo glanced around the club nervously, praying to Merlin that Mattheo wouldn’t notice, or that at least whatever stage name or song you played didn’t alert him to your little rendezvous.

Enzo stared at you as you walked towards the dancers changing rooms, trying to get you to change your mind, He’s gonna have your ass if you go through with this Angel, you know that don’t you? Entering where the rest of the dancers were you just shook your head, answering Enzo, Let him! You quickly found Roxy, walking up to her and telling her your plan. She gave you a questioning look, but after assuring her that Mattheo would only be upset with you and not her, she helped you get ready, hair, makeup, the works before going towards the main stage entrance.

As Mattheo left his office to find Pansy and talk solutions, Blaise began introducing the next entertainers to come on. Being none the wiser to your plan, he did everything you asked. Flicking a few switches on his sound board the main stage began to illuminate, catching the attention from most of the patrons and earning some whoops and hollers from those that were excited for the main event.

Blaise held his wand to his throat in the booth, doing his introductions, “Please welcome to the main stage your favorite girl R-R-R-R-Rooooxxxxyy,” he drawled out. “And accompanying her tonight is someone new to the stage,” at this Mattheo stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over towards the bar only to find Enzo looking towards the ceiling and avoiding his eye contact. He looked across the club at Pansy, who was holding her hands up in surrender. Blaise’s voice continued, “Let’s give a very warm and wallet generous welcome to…” Blaise paused for dramatic effect, lowering the lights around the stage and putting a small spotlight at where you were about to walk out, “Cherrí.”

The amount of whistles and cheers that occurred when you stepped out into the light was almost deafening. You tried to give your most sultry smirk as you walked toward the pole opposite Roxy. You grabbed hold of the cool steel as you began walking in a slow circle, Blaise putting on the song you requested; Cherry Pie.

You grabbed hold as high at your height would allow as the lyrics began, following Roxy’s typical routine and pulling the bottom half of your body up the pole, hooking your knee around the bar and leaning backwards as it spun, now hanging upside down while you grabbed the pole above you

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie, yeah

Maneuvering your body around the pole proved to be a lot easier than you anticipated. Following Roxy’s lead you would stay on the pole while she walked and danced around the stage, shedding a layer of clothing here and there and crawling seductively towards the bills that were being thrown on stage. When she walked back toward the other pole, you took a deep breath, knowing it was your turn to do what she called crowd work. You took one last spin on the pole, the whistles from the men directly in front of you fueling your adrenaline along with the song you chose.

Swingin' to the drums

Swingin' to guitar

Swingin' with the bass

In the back of my car

Ain't got money

And I got no gas

But we'll get where we're goin'

If we swing real fast

I scream, you scream

We all scream for her

Well, don't even try 'cause

You can't ignore her

You slowly slid the skirt you wore down your thighs, the man in front of you’s eyes roaming your body like you were his last meal. You shimmied your hips, pulling your skirt down teasingly slow and bending over in front of the men to give them a full view of your arse. Bills flew to the stage as you finally stepped out of your skirt, sinking to your knees and spreading them wide to sit back on your heels. You let your hands roam up your body, over your breasts causing the hanging rhinestones to shake and glimmer in the light, then dragged your hands up and into your hair, throwing your head back as you bounced slightly on your knees.

Crawling on your hands and knees across the stage you were sure to arch your back, swinging your hair back and forth in time with the song, throwing winks at men that looked like they wanted to tear you apart like an animal but instead threw money on the stage. Walking back over to you, Roxy held out her hand, helping you up slowly so your body’s slowly dragged against each other as you stood up, giving the whole audience a show.

The song ended and Blaise turned on an interlude as you and Roxy maneuvered around the stage to grab the bills that were left. As you were picking up some bills while still trying to look sexy and sultry on your hands and knees a man held out a large bill in front of your face. You reached out your hand, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. You were about to protest or even hex whoever it was. But as soon as you saw the tattoos on the fingers that held you all your nerve endings tingled.

Slowly, you looked up. Taking in the sharp black suit jacket, crisp black dress shirt, all to go along with the onyx eyes that belong to Mattheo Riddle. To any average onlooker it would seem like there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. But you’d seen that look before, many times during your lessons. If this look told you anything, it was that you were going to regret your last few decisions.

His voice was low when he spoke, you almost had to lean closer to even hear him as he grit his words through his teeth, “Office. Now.” It was a command and not one you were going to ignore. You sat on your bum, swinging your legs over the edge of the stage. Despite his rage Mattheo still assisted you. Grabbing your hips, albeit harshly, and lifting you off the stage and setting you down on your feet.

Once standing he gripped your wrist again, leading you to his office like a child about to be scolded. You looked toward the bar, Enzo meeting your gaze and miming locking his lips as if to assure you he didn’t tell the boss on you. Once in his office Mattheo released his hold on you, “Sit.” You walked toward the chair in front of his desk before his voice cut through the silence once more, “Not there. On the desk. Facing my chair.”

You gulped, trying your best to keep your face stoic despite the rising heartbeat in your chest. You walked slowly around his desk, slowly lifting and perching yourself atop. The wood was cool against your bare thighs, Mattheo not even giving you a chance to put more clothes on before dragging you through the club. So there you sat, clad in only your bikini top and thin panties. You tried your best to control your breathing as Mattheo came to stand in front of you.

He gripped each one of your thighs just above the knee, his touch setting your skin aflame. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hands splayed across your legs, squeezing the flesh as he spoke to you, “Are you proud of yourself?” You tore your eyes from his hands and looked up at him, confusion clearly written on your face. “Oh, don’t play innocent now, Princess. Not after that fantastic performance you gave,” he wore a shit eating grin as your face fell. Mattheo’s grip on your thighs tightened slightly as he spread your legs wide enough to step between them.

“I was just-” Mattheo gripped your throat, effectively silencing you before you could begin. “Ah, ah. It’s my turn to talk, you just get to sit there and listen.” A shiver ran up your spine as his hand that was still on your thigh slid up higher. “You really pissed me off just now, Birdie. Blatantly defying me after I told you no. I told you from the beginning, no dancing, and yet what did you fucking do?” He hung his head, letting out a light chuckle as his thumb kneaded the inside of your thigh, “Do you know why I won’t let you dance, Princess?”

You shook your head the best you could with the grip he had on you. His smirk grew in to a devilish grin as he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, “Because if you’re going to be a slut for anyone, it’s going to be me, and only me, do you understand, Princess?” You nodded, squirming on the desk at his words. Mattheo met your gaze, taking in your current state of desperation, “Do you like that, Princess? The idea that you only get to be the perfect little slut for me?” He slid his hand between your thighs, dragging two fingers along your folds over your panties. He smirked at the dark wet spot that was already forming, pressing his thumb lightly against your clit. You jolted at the contant, a pathetic whimper leaving your throat.

“All this for me, Princess? Or is some of this for all those men throwing dirty bills at you being a whore?” You groaned at the degrading words, shaking your head, “N-no, it’s all for you, Matty. I swear, just for you.” Mattheo growled at the nickname, eyes darting down quickly to your parted lips before meeting your gaze again, “Good, because it’s about time for everyone to know who you fucking belong to.” With the grip he had on your throat he finally brought your lips to his. The kiss was anything but gentle, lips harshly pressed against one another as his thumb started circling your clit again. You whimpered at the action, Mattheo taking the opportunity to allow his tongue to explore your mouth.

As his lips trailed lower, along your jaw and to your neck, his fingers gripped the top of your panties before tugging harshly and ripping the thin material off your body. You gasped and could feel Mattheo smirk against your skin. When he found a particular spot to suck and bite near your collarbone he ran his finger up your folds, coating them in your slick before circling two fingers over your clit. “Fuck…” you moaned out, trying your best to take in all the pleasure you were receiving.

Mattheo’s lips found yours again as he circled his fingers around your hole teasingly, swallowing the whimpers as they left your lips. Without warning he slipped a finger deep inside your cunt, your back arching and bringing your chest flush to his. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight, don’t know how you’re ever gonna take my cock when you can barely take a finger,” Mattheo groaned against your lips. You mewled against him, hands gripping the edge of the desk like a vice, unsure if you were able to touch him or not, but too lost in the pleasure you were feeling to try.

He added a second finger, thumb finding purchase on your swollen clit, slowly finger fucking you on his desk. He broke his lips from yours to watch your cunt swallow his fingers over and over as he pumped them into you. “Fuck, Princess, you’re taking my fingers so well. Those other men would die to be in my position right now, but that’s not who you want, is it, pretty girl?” You shook your head vigorously, chest heaving. “Words, gorgeous, let me hear them. Let me hear what I’m doing to you.”

You tried to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head and answer him, “N-no, fucking hell-” Mattheo curled his two fingers now with every outward thrust, pushing against your g-spot in the most delicious way no one else every had. The blissful stretch created an overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “Don’t want them, j-just want you.”

You could feel the pressure building inside you, the waves of pleasure clouding your vision. He quickened his pace, his long fingers hitting places you have never been able to reach and sending jolts of electricity through your entire body. His thumb made tight circles over your clit and you clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you clenching around me, Princess. Come on, be a good girl and let go f’me.” It was like his permission was all your body was waiting for as you fell over the edge into your orgasm.

Your vision blurred as you let out a pornagraphic moan, Mattheo continuing to finger you through your high, your legs shaking with pleasure. As your breathing calmed Mattheo slowly slid his fingers from your cunt. He stuck out his tongue, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth before lewdly sucking them clean causing you to clench around nothing.

“I swear to Salazar I can’t wait to fucking devour that cunt of yours,” he grabbed hold of your thighs, gripping them tightly as he captured your lips in another searing kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Mattheo rested his forehead on yours, his own chest rising and falling along with yours to catch your breath. “Never forget that you’re mine, Princess.” He leaned back slightly, grabbing hold of your chin. His eyes held an intensity to them as they locked with yours, your breath hitching in your throat as he spoke three final words.

“I own you.”

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You wrote this amazing essay about Morena two years ago :

How did the revelations of chapter 408 affect your understanding of the character ? What was changed and what stayed the same ? And Thank you !

Hi!

Thank you for passing by and for liking this essay. I remember it was a joy to write!

What stays the same is that I love Morena with all my heart :P

This aside, I think that, even if some things have obviously changed, the basica thematic ideas stay the same. Tbh I think they are even strengthened by the revelation "Morena Prudo" is someone else's identity Morena stole for herself. All she could rise and destroy society.

This revelation makes Morena even lower on Kakin's societal hierarchy. She is not the King's daughter, but a child by rape with no royal blood. She is still scarred as a second rate, but she is even worse than that. She is just flesh to be experimented on and used for sexual pleasure. However, she uses Kakin's own bigorty against it, so that she can rank up and gain enough power to destroy the system. Royal blood can't be tested, so she fakes herself a royal and uses the lese-majeste to her advantage. Obviously, this makes even more clear how Kakin's importance on blood is hypocritical. Morena is subjected by a horrible life because of her blood... And yet, the moment she says her blood is royal nobody questions it. Blood is at the same time a barrier impossible to overcome and something meaningless. This same idea is being tackled also by the fact Kakin's nobility and even the Royal Family have been tampered with by Beyond Netero. One of the Princes is not even Nasubi's child, but rather Beyond's. Morena is the same. She is a nameless orphan who poses as a royal.

Speaking of nameless orphans, this makes her even more similar to Chrollo. Chrollo and the Spiders are from Meteor City and lack any legal identity. Similarly, Morena too lacks a legal identity and has stolen someone else's to social climb. She has sacrificed who she is, in order to destroy society. Chrollo has instead been wearing a cruel mask for the Spiders' sake. After all, he is a member of a theatre troupe, where everyone is fused with their character and can never leave the stage to go back to being themselves. This is the Spiders' tragedy. Both are also currently targeting Kakin, but Morena is doing so to destroy a society, whereas Chrollo is doing so to assure his society (the Spiders) will outlive him.

Even their nen powers are opposites. They are both specialists, but:

Chrollo steals powers. In order to do so, she must get to know the person first. He needs the question to answer some questions about their power, they must touch the book, they must show him the ability and everything must happen within one hour.

Morena gives powers. In order to do so, she must let the other person get to know her. Hence there is the game of negotiation, where she gives up info about her ability and the other person accepts the chance of dying.

In both cases, the act of stealing and giving powers is intertwined with a flimsy idea of bonds. Chrollo needs to understand the person to steal their power. Morena needs the person to understand her before they can join her.

At the same time, contagion is really a representation of how Morena sees relationships:

She plays a game with her partner (like in a blind date, really)

She kisses them

She has them witness a violent murder

It is really a blind death where love and death are intertwined, which culminates in metaphorical sex (contagion is a metaphor for a sexual illness spreading - other than a pyramid scheme, as Morena herself says LOL). This is heartbreaking, if one remembers her life has probably been spent between sex and violence. So, her power is really a metaphor for a very specific way to see bonds and interactions with others.

Finally, Contagion can be seen as a metaphor of Morena's own life. Morena started at level 0, but through violence and killing she reached a high enough level that she is now able to use nen and to grant others powers. Similarly, in order to develop an ability, the person must keep on killing to level up.

These are my thoughts so far. I think we should also wait and see if Morena herself is hiding some other secrets :)

Thank you for the ask!