#i think im just a shell of a human at this point

[nauticalfools]

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[uter-us]

radfem question!!

i'm having a conversation with someone about female only spaces (this specifically pertains to bathrooms) and they said that the rule of having female-only bathrooms would "act more like an enforcement of femininity more than anything else."

I think their point is about butch lesbians and/or women who present "masculinely," and so because there is ofc no female identification at the door, and policy would likely just make it more acceptable for women and girls to report if there was a male in the bathroom (without having to determine if the male identifies as a woman), this could end up hurting "masculine"-presenting women (implying that they could be mistaken as male), and in turn just reinforce femininity. Thoughts? (mine are in tags)

[toxifoxx]

i need my brain rewritten bro

[wheelercore]

Constantly thinking abour karen wheeler btw but in a way that makes everyone here super madsies

[todayisafridaynight]

The bookmark tag was #holder until i think of a tag for these asks but To Be Real even I forgot what it was...

BUT YEAH thanks so much for reading and I'm glad it's :] Intelligible At Least :] obviously I would be up for reading anything that came to mind after putting you and your followers through All That but understandable... A lot of people I've shown the checklist items or pointed out specific behaviors to have actually said similar [i.e. I'm In This Picture And I Don't Like It], so I totally get what you mean, too!

I think a lot of my picks wound up being generalized trauma responses/aftereffects of abuse or neglect [hence I meandered off into just talking about Jo's father half the time], so I guess it's to be expected a lot of them don't read as being CSA-specific or are broadly relatable; it's not like he's supposed to be read that way, after all. I just wasn't able to zero in on many of the more specific ones because I've Never Seen Jo In This Situation Chief I Don't Know What He Thinks About His Name Or His Body Or Mirrors Or Sex Or Affection I Don't Know How Well Or Poorly He Sleeps [Presumably Poorly Though He Has The Second-Reddest Eyes In The Whole Game]

I don't really think I'll have anything to add though unless Infinite Wealth goes off the rails or I actually continue reading the book... so that will have to do... I originally was just riffing on RGGJo's attachment issues, self-destructiveness, and specific entwinement of sexuality/aggression/romance, and his portrayal in my fic lined up pretty closely, so I thought it'd be interesting to apply the same lens to Y7Jo...

But Yeah x2 thank you for the opportunity to talk about it and I'm Glad It's Intelligible At Least x2

THANK YOU i really should change that tag to something better... <- i will immediately forget to do so like a jackass

BUT YA OF COURSE OF COURSE i was truthful when i said it was a real good read (but once again. i have -5 speech skills so i can't properly word SHIT) and was a thorough examination of jo's trauma and how it manifests in him and how it's exhibited through his actions. ALWAYS a big fan of that :)

[chron0ph0bia]

you parents constantly telling u the shit that you've been trying to unlearn surely is smth

[milphosis]

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[yanderefarm]

yandere vampire's pet introduction

cw;; yandere tendencies, blood, abuse, child abuse, manipulation, orgies, pet play, hypnosis

i love this little freak. there's a lot of information here bc i had a lot to say. he's so pretty and i love him so much one of my favorites for sure. im sorry to everyone who wants to be kind to him and treat him gently. im definitely gonna write about him getting bullied.

like I said before his yandere type is self destructive not like ares who is more traditionally yandere. so his content is less about him being jealous and hurting other people or you and more about his obsession. you're the only thing that matters in his life and it drives him to insanity.

silvan was born in a territory owned by a cruel vampire who purposely mistreated the humans under his watch because of how dirty he thought they were.

because of this it was hard for his family to find food so when he was a young child he was given to some low ranking vampires in exchange for human food.

that's how he got his scars around his neck. the vampires kept him for 3 days and nearly killed him before his blood started to develop a bad taste.

when humans are malnourished their blood starts to taste more like dead man blood which can be toxic to vampires. when silvan fell at your feet he tasted horrible, it wasn't until he'd been eating regular healthy meals for a few months that you actually risked trying his blood for the first time.

he tastes sweet. he's like biting into a perfect strawberry that's juicy and sweet without any tartness.

he believes that you're just inherently superior to him because you're a vampire. he feels like he needs to serve a powerful vampire like yourself that you're the only thing that gives his life meaning.

if he had been sired by you he would have been distraught and unable to cope with the idea of it. he wouldn't theoretically mind hurting humans. the problem is his self esteem and how lowly he thinks of himself.

he makes it no secret to you how he feels about himself. it's why his guilt tripping is so effective.

it also means that when he actually does something bad that earns him punishment he takes it incredibly hard. your servants will report his screaming and wailing so loud they can hear him if they go to that part of the manor.

you had to make his punishment room essentially baren so he wouldn't try to hurt himself. even the floors and walls had to be redone to minimize risk. it's basically a padded room.

you would expect him to lay on the guilt tripping extra hard after he gets out but he doesn't. his eyes are empty and his voice is just about gone. he's like a shell of a human being.

silvan will just walk around for a while like that. he'll hesitate to even go near you because he doesn't want to disappoint you again. he doesn't start to return to normal until you bite into him.

he loves when you feed on him. he feels wanted, needed even. you're so powerful and amazing there's no reason you should need him but you do.

he loves sitting in your lap while you drink. he'll run his fingers through your hair and babble about how happy he is. he just goes on and on if you let him, until he's absolutely woozy from blood loss.

he can't die easily because of the preservation procedure. he can withstand having his blood drained past the point of a regular human, he doesn't need to eat every day, he doesn't age. the only thing that could actually kill him is a deliberate attempt on his life.

you've robbed him of part of his humanity by turning him into a pet.

it's not like silvan cares though. you could take all of his humanity if you wanted. you could force him to crawl around like a dog for eternity and he would do so happily.

and compared to his home in the human farm his life is significantly better because he belongs to you. it's not just the fact that he's a pampered pet living in a lavish manor and eating whenever he desires. it's that he's yours.

he's met plenty of vampires by now, other lords like yourself included. no one compares to you. you can show him the bare minimum of affection and that is worth more than all the adoration he gets at parties.

some parties can be a bit too much for him. he's always willing to serve so if it's your will that he be passed around he'll submit himself to any vampire you decide. but sometimes vampires are too greedy, sometimes it reminds him too much of his childhood trauma.

he finds it hard to run to you for support, not because you're some cruel owner but because he doesn't believe he's worthy of your care. if he actually comes to you with a problem you know it's serious.

if he starts to panic or get upset while he's in the middle of being fed on and used by many vampires he can't exactly get up and run into your arms. that's when he finds his ribbon.

the first gift you gave him was a ribbon to tastefully hide his scars. you wrapped it around his neck like a dog collar. since then the original had gotten torn but you bought him a new one.

every one that got torn went to a shoe box in his room. he took good care of the one he wore around the manor but at parties they often got carelessly discarded by greedy vampires. you always bought him a new one, usually to match his outfit.

it was so important to him that he would use it to soothe himself when he was upset. it's presence was like your embrace to him. he would imagine your cold fingers gently touching his skin as you tied it on him. everything was ok.

not every party was a horrible slog fest. the small parties you and the other elite would have were the most fun. you and your friends would all bring your pets and while you talked business silvan got to spend time with the other pets.

he likes other pets because they tend to be the only humans who understand him. some humans have a deep resentment for vampires and they dream of revolution. some humans simply accept their lot in life and do their best while silently cursing their vampire rulers. it seemed like only pets understood the deep admiration for vampires.

silvan and the other pets would excitedly brag about their respective owners and gush over how cool they were. at least until the party turned to other things.

if you're an incredibly affectionate owner he'll become a spoiled brat. he'll still be self loathing but being sat on your lap adorned in all the beautiful things you got him is basically therapy. he doesn't ask for material possessions usually all he really wants is your attention. he interrupts your work, he crawls into your bed, he'll even accidentally barge into meetings with other vampires. he'll pretend to be your stupid pet who doesn't know better. he didn't know you were busy he just needed to see you so bad. the other vampires just watch his shameless smirk when you let him do what he wants.

if you're more of a tortured soul type vampire he loves you but you also irritate him a little. you gave him a good life because of how pathetic and sad he looked when you first met. you give him clothes, you feed him, you gave him a warm bed. so why won't you bite him? why do you wait until you're starving to finally feed on him? he's your property it's your right to feed on him. but you don't. when you finally do you're crying and apologizing. it makes him so frustrated he doesn't understand you. there's nothing more insulting to silvan than you not wanting to eat him.

if you're a mean owner it makes him feel all the more desperate to please you. he'll gladly ask you to take your frustrations out on him. if you want to see his face twist in pain you're going to have to get creative. you punch him, strangle him, cut him, anything and he has a big dopey smile on his face. he can so easily convince himself that you hurting him is your way of showing affection. as long as you don't lock him in the punishment room it means you love him.

as long as you let him stay by your side he'll remain your devoted and loyal pet.

silvan has a vampire kink. he gets so turned on by your fangs, your cold hands, your power over him. compel him. bite him. touch him.

with this comes a pain kink, a blood kink, and a hypnosis kink.

he's already obedient but compel him to make him quiet, dumb, and pliant. he'll jack off to the memory of you doing whatever you want to him for months.

it's hard not to notice just how much you drinking his blood really turns him on. especially if you're a messy eater. he has to physically restrain himself from kissing you and licking up his own blood.

if you're covered in someone else's blood he gets strangely jealous but still undeniably turned on. let him remove your bloody clothes or touch him with your bloody hands and he'll end up humping your leg.

he likes taking care of you. he's clumsy and overexcited but let him help you get dressed or take a bath or get you off. he'll do his best to show you the love you showed him.

he will suggest crawling under your desk and cockwarming you all day. but if you give a mouse a cookie.

he likes more traditional pet play too. put him in a proper collar and make him bark. call him good dog or good boy.

he's really skilled at taking multiple people at once. it's part of why he's so popular at parties. as long as you're not participating he'll be able to focus his attention on everyone.

if you're participating everyone else is chopped liver. he wants to show you how good a pet he is but he also only wants to touch you.

the rare exception is at the small parties with all your friends. all of the pets just get passed around. the first time he got really jealous of whoever you would put your hands on but as he became friends with them all the jealousy subsided somewhat. he knows they'll never want to leave their owners so he doesn't have to worry about them wanting you.

you're vampires of course you have to have cool vampire orgies. if you can't have cool vampire orgies what's the point!

his favorite position is either on your lap or with his legs over your shoulders. he wouldn't particularly care too much what position you had him in. he just needs you.

brat taming. if you spoil him you get to brat tame him and in return he'll misbehave more just to get punished.

he's the most fun to bully or mess with when you have company. he tries to be beautiful and put together eye candy by your side, he can hide his obsession with you for a little while. until you're pulling his hair or cutting into his neck. undo all the hard work your maids went through to make him presentable.

he can't hide how hard he gets when he's looking up at you and your company with tears in his eyes and his shirt stained with his blood. he'll play pretend that he's a miserable dog who's being mistreated by his owner but you're both well aware that he loves it. any kind of attention is good attention.

[storusangel]

yayy okay so let's talk about dp with bullies satosugu but it's an au where they're both demons and reader is a pretty angel

gojo and geto like to have a little fun tormenting innocent humans, but lately their plans have been "ruined" by reader

she spoils their fun because it's her duty to protect humans but also because she's kinda hoping to get the boys' attention

they come up with a plan to surprise her and finally give her what she wants: to have her cute angel holes filled by her favorite bullies 💦🩷

a/n: omg nonny i haven’t written in ages and this is my first req after redoing my whole blog and im sososo happy you shared this thot with me im literally creaming

cw: dom!satosugu, sub!reader, multiple orgasms (reader), overstim, pet names (princess, baby, sweet/pretty/good girl), slight degradation, sprinkle of praise, double penetration (1 hole), cunnilingus, 'toru slaps your cunt twice, he also "slaps" your face once, oral (m! and f! receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, dumbification (sorry i couldn't help myself), MDNI, lmk if i missed anything!!

w/c: 1.4k

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru are the WORST! They make your life as the resident caring angel so hard :( They’re always prancing around toying with oblivious humans.

Before they met you, their antics were occasional and spontaneous. But when they first saw you swoop down and save the poor innocent soul they had been messing with, they knew they had to see you again. Even if that meant going out of their way to torment more humans than they were interested in doing.

And they knew you were enjoying it. Not enjoying saving the humans, but enjoying seeing Satoru and Suguru. The two men were constantly bored and aching for a new plaything, those plain humans just weren’t cutting it anymore. They needed to get their hands on you and that sweet cunt you’d been hiding from them.

They also knew you were too shy to say anything. You were just a pretty little angel trying to stop two big, mean devils from harming the one thing you had sworn to protect. So of course, they kept on with their torments towards those inferior humans. And you, of course, kept coming in to save the day.

“That’s enough! Don’t you guys think it’s time you give those poor humans a break. They haven’t done anything to you” You scolded, putting up a horrible act of pretending you weren’t enjoying their company.

Deep down all three of you knew that something was bound to happen soon. You were all reaching your breaking point. Soon enough they’d give you exactly what you want from them, and they would take exactly what they want from you.

Devil!Satoru and Devil!Suguru wouldn’t be able to hold the title of devils if they weren’t as good as they were in teasing you and slowly breaking you down into the perfect pet for them. But to do that, they’d need you to open up first. What better way to coax a kind hearted angel out of her shell than to surprise her?

As you laid down on your back against the plush expanse of your bed, you wondered why you hadn’t seen or heard anything from Satoru and Suguru. It had been an entire week of peace and quiet; something you weren’t used to and something you didn’t miss.

You didn’t enjoy seeing pure-hearted humans get hurt by them, but you did enjoy the way Satoru and Suguru looked at you when you scolded them. Like they were going to eat you up and, God, you wished they would.

Pulling a pillow over your head you groaned. “Aww poor baby, somethin’ wrong?” A muffled voice called out from your right. A voice that sounded a lot like….Satoru? “She must’ve missed us. I think she likes us more than she’d like to admit” Another voice calls out, this time from your left and the sound is similar to the honeyed voice of Suguru.

Amidst your confusion, the pillow you had used to cover your face was ripped from your hands and lo and behold were the two missing men. Before you can stop yourself, you whined out a quiet “I missed you”. By the looks on their faces, you could tell they had missed you too. And that they definitely had something planned for you.

“Yeah, baby? You missed us? Fuck, we missed you too. Our sweet, little angel. Always pretending she’s coming down to save those worthless humans when she really just wants to be near us.” Satoru starts.

“No- No I” This time, you’re cut off by Suguru. “Don’t be like that pretty girl. We missed you too. In fact, Satoru and I wanna show you how much we missed you”.

You couldn’t believe it. You’ve waited for so long for them to finally give you what you’d been craving since the day you saved the first human they tormented. Were you dreaming? Were you in heaven? No, of course not. Devils aren’t allowed in heaven. This was hell.

Everything happens so suddenly. You're flipped on your hands and knees, Satoru behind you and the tent in Suguru’s pants is right in front of your face just begging to be touched. Before you can even pick a hand up to unzip Suguru, you feel a large hand flip your skirt up followed by two long digits rubbing against your clothed pussy.

Another whine escapes your lips as Satoru’s ring and middle finger draw tight circles around your clit from above your panties. When Satoru finally drags your panties down and off your ankles is when Suguru speaks up again. “C’mon princess, don’t keep me waiting. We’ve been so patient with you. Don’t make us be mean to you on our first day. Or would you like that?”

The whimper that escapes your lips doesn’t go unnoticed by the two. Suguru drops his boxers and jeans, kicking them off as fast as he can. “Kiss the tip baby- Fuck, that’s it. Good girl” The praise is sent straight between your legs and a chuckle from Satoru lets you know he felt your needy cunt clench around his fingers. 

“You like that, baby? You wanna be praised? But you’re acting like such a slut. What kind of angel lets two devils use her like this? Oh sweet girl, you’re so wet. You like when I’m mean to you?” You want to say no, you want to tell him it isn’t true (it is true), but Suguru shoves himself farther down your throat, a guttural groan sending vibrations all over your body. 

You’re so focused on trying to take Suguru down your throat that you don’t realize Satoru getting impatient. A sharp slap on your clit brings your attention back to Satoru. You barely get out a “S’toruuuu” before he does it again. Another cross between a moan and a whine leaves your mouth causing Suguru to buck his hips into your face. 

Satoru can tell you’re getting distracted again, but this time he opts to wrap his soft tongue around your clit while his ring and middle finger slip inside your wet folds, scissoring you open. They’re both so overwhelming, Satoru behind you slurping away at your sweet pussy and Suguru wrapping a hand around your head and pulling it back and forth on his dick. 

And then as if they were connected telepathically, they both pull away at the same time. Your head is spinning, the only thing on your mind is making sure you end the night with them stuffing you full of their cum. 

Satoru leans back against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, your back facing Suguru. And finally, finally, he slowly sinks you down on his fat length. It’s already too much for you but Suguru is right behind him, they’ve waited long enough. You can take them both. As soon as you’ve settled down on Satoru, Suguru is pushing into you. 

“W-Wait, fuucckkk, ‘s too much! Too big!” You cry out, but the two devils don’t seem to care. They buck their hips into yours, the room filled with echoes of your whines and moans of “C-Can’t”, “Wan’ more” and “Please d-don’t stop”. Soon enough you’re not talking at all. You’ve cum more times than you can count. The overstimulation was too much for you to handle. 

Your eyes have rolled into your head and the only thing you can think of is Satoru and Suguru and Suguru and Satoru. A light slap on the right side of your face gets you to look at Satoru but he can tell from that far-away look in your eyes that you aren’t completely here anymore. That’s okay though. He knows he wanted this, he knows Suguru wanted this, and he for sure knows that you needed this.

“Suguru, shit, I think our sweet, little angel has gone dumb” A groan is heard from the other man. “Fuck, what slut. She takes us so well.” G-Gonna cum soon” A response is heard almost immediately “M-Me too. You gonna cum for us one more time, pretty girl?” Suguru’s hand snakes around your waist to use a finger of his to rub fast and messy circles around your puffy clit. 

No longer able to respond, you arch your back further into Satoru causing your head to lean back on Sugurus shoulder as you whine out in overstimulation. Their thrusts become erratic and you know they’re getting closer and closer and finally they fill you up as you cum. The sticky, sweaty smell of sex overwhelms your senses. Another tap is felt on your shoulder, “Hey pretty, let’s get you cleaned up”

[venusvxen]

The Outer Man Cannot Desire For He Does Not Exist

This may sound a bit hypocritical given what my last post was BUT. Hear me out!

This is not a take that should be taken too serious. It either resonates with you or doesn’t but this is a way of thinking that soothes me and relieves my anxiety.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how Edward and Neville go on about how all desire comes from within and have been taking that literally. Seriously.

What I found is that I can be going through very trying horrible circumstances on the outside but still be content and giddy and warm and bubbly on the inside which really does lead me to co-sign this statement 100% but that’s not the point of this post.

Because of this “all desire comes from within” mantra… It’s made me think about why I fall out of states. Why do I happen to feel anxious and feel wanting and desire inside despite feeling all those beautiful lovely emotions from my new state that I’ve accepted as true?

It’s because the inner man is acting as the outer man and seeing life through the outer man to desire.

If all desire comes from inside that means that all our thoughts, all our anxieties, all our stresses, ALL of it simply comes from what our inner man is experiencing inside.

If i feel anxious about not getting my desire, it’s not my outer man talking, but instead it’s my inner man leaving the state of the wish fulfilled and seeing life through the eyes of the unfulfilled outer man. That saying “the eyes are the window to the soul” kinda rings true because I’ve been taking this saying very literally and telling myself that our senses are really just our Inner Man’s way of gouging what’s happening in the world in a bit. He has the freedom to disregard them (unlike the man of the senses [outer man]) and create something new, but he ( IM) still knows what’s happening outside. Which is why (to me) when we think unlovely fearful thoughts, it’s really our inner self slipping into a state because again, thoughts come from states, and states all are occupied by THE INNER MAN.

After this revelation it led me to think about the role of the outer self and what I came to realize is that the outer self is nothing more than a mere shell. It cannot desire, it cannot create, it can’t even create its own thoughts because that’s a product of the state the man inside has slipped into. The human self is nothing more than a minion. It has no mind of its own. No original thoughts of its own. The tears we cry are a product of a state we fell into. The elation we feel when we think of something is because of a state we fell into. But none of that is being created from the human self. The human self is a slave in a sense a sense. But a slave to who? Why to imagination.

This line of thinking while very esoteric has allowed me to feel very at peace. Because unlike before when I felt like I was at odds with my “ego” and trying to get it on board, I now realize that acknowledging/identifying with lack is caused by.. the same person that created my desire. It’s not the outer man looking around and saying “i don’t have this where is my manifestation ”. it’s the inner man looking outside through its human lenses and deciding to fall out of a lovely state and into an unlovely one.

It reminds me that there is only one.

And so when I get anxiety at times about my desires and feeling like it’ll never show up, i soothe myself by reminding myself that “the outer man doesn’t even desire this… only the inner man does”. Because it’s true. Desire comes from the inside. The outer man cannot desire anything because it’s a shell. Almost like a turtle shell except the skin is softer and it can talk and move. And so if i remind myself that the only place where I truly want my desire is within, I’m able to maintain that state longer.

If the inner man is the only one that desires because the outer self if a shell of the one inside, then i can fully be content with only having my desire inside which is something i STRUGGLED with before omg!!! Because if the inner man is the only one who is conscious and truly alive then all i have to do to maintain this happiness is keep my focus on my desire and not on what’s happening outside? Because external confirmation does not matter, because the outer man does not have thoughts of its own or wishes of its own.

The outer man doesn’t WANT anything. It can’t want anything. it’s a SHADOW.

This isn’t to say that I don’t occasionally fall out of a state from time to time. No, I do. But i’m able to maintain states longer because I remind myself that validation from a turtle shell means nothing and most importantly, the only one who is making me believe that I need validation from the outside is myself.

Occasionally I’ll see something that gives me anxiety or look around to others getting their things sooner than me and feel anxious, but, i remind myself of the fact that the goal is to be happy within.

I should not look to my human self who is a slave to something bigger than himself for confirmation on if I’m doing it right. For me, when i really feel the wish fulfilled I get this insane rush of euphoria and smile so hard my cheeks hurt.. I can’t even recreate the smile by myself if I try to. I remind myself that THAT insane rush of happiness that I can’t even recreate if i try to (without being in the state) is confirmation enough. Not the 3D. Because one comes from within and is God smiling, and God being happy, whereas the other is nothing more than an effect of a cause.

In short this line of reasoning if you chew upon it enough allows you to be comfortable only (for now) having your desire in the 4D and being comfortable with it because the 3D self cannot desire anything and the only way to perceive lack is if your inner man leaves the state of the wish fulfilled and chooses to occupy a state of lack. It’s never been about the outer man. Because the inner man can be inside you fulfilled and happy even despite your outside world and because the outer man is a shell with no thoughts or opinions of its own it can’t say anything about it. Choose to keep the inside man in the state of the WF and remind yourself that that’s the only part of ur psyche that even desires.

And also, if the human self is apart of the 3D and I catch myself smiling a lot while doing my imaginal acts, doesn’t that mean that there IS movement happening?

Food for thought. Anyways this post was long, idk if it made sense but oh well

[bdsmrist]

im high rn so u can ignore me but going insane over the fact that the harry that is nice to kids and likes them is *basically* the canon harry.

like harry wants to be nice to cuno despite how annoying he is, and makes a massive graffiti that says I LOVE YOU CUNO so he grows up knowing that someone out there (harry) loves him. not to mention if kim eats shit n dies, cuno comes w u and u advocate for him to become a junior officer.

also, his scene with annette is so precious; how he can tell that shes extra polite because shes guarded, and when he sees her nails, he doesnt scold her but rather sympathizes with her situation. AND stands up to her mom and calls her out for being a shitty parent (which most ppl irl never do).

and when he meets the anodic teens/young adults, hes so fucking desperate to be perceived as cool while simultaneously reassuring these kids that they are cool, and that their dreams and aspirations are valid and special. like these kids are *homeless*, but he uplifts them to the point where as a player u can easily forget the fact, because he doesnt treat them as such. he treats them like complex people, like fellow artists.

like can u imagine just how kind this man mustve been to his student as a coach. how many shy kids he befriended and got out of their shell. how many kids came out to him as queer (n he was cool w it). and how many kids he can-opened into telling him of the troubles back at home, and how he talked to them through the pain. like do u think he became a cop because a part of him hopped he could help these kids even more if he did?

i think its intended to understand harry as a complex man who holds immense amounts of resentment to the world around him, and has the potential to be one of the most detestable people ever. as a cop, and as an addict, hes seen both the worse of humanity, and seen the worse of himself. so hes meant to have one or two regrettable interactions w those around him.

BUT! he knows kids are never the problem. he understands more than anything that kids are just kids, they need to be protected, and be treated with patience, kindness, and respect. like yeah, u can punch cuno, but the game doesnt rly want u to. if u do, the skills, HARRY’s skills, tell u ur an asshole, and resent u for it.

so in short empath/gentle harry du bois is the best harry du bois. im not sorry abt it.

[hanasnx]

“ JUST OPEN UP, LET YOUR BODY TALK FOR YOU ” — jake sully.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: unfinished wip that im never gonna finish. WARNINGS: unfinished wip �� fem reader ノ suggestive content ノ established relationship: past lovers ノ navi x human ノ death mention ノ some sexual content.

JAKE SULLY’s made it a habit to go where he’s not wanted. It’s some kind of compulsion, gravitating towards places that’ll let him sink the fangs of his self-hatred in and lock his jaw.

“We want to talk to you about taking over his contract.” The suits had said while his own eyes were fresh from laying on his brother’s body. “The pay is good.”

Before Jake could give a definitive answer, he had to be somewhere first. He had to call on an old friend.

The door to your apartment closes as quick as it opens—and his hand is the only thing that stops it. His palm outstretched and reaching over his thin lap, halting the door in its swing. “Wait.” he says.

A sigh emits from the other side, and it pulls open. You stand in front of him with your head tilted in contempt. “What are you doing here?”

Now he’s back in your place, pleading with you in a way only Jake can, looking up at you with those glossy eyes as he lays it out.

“Look, I know you’re pissed at me—“

You scoff, powerful and silencing. “‘Pissed at you?’” you parrot wryly, furrowing your brows at his expectant expression. You loom forward in his direction incredulously pointing to yourself, “You think I’m pissed ‘cause we broke up? Jesus, Jake, no. I don’t want to see you because you’re a dick.”

His lips press together, and he cocks his head with a gesture that says it all. He doesn’t deny it. Wide eyes glue to your dirty carpet, and you continue to dig in on him.

“I get called up in the middle of the night, I pay your bail for some stupid fight you didn’t even win, and you shut me out. You know, I don’t know what’s more selfish, acting like you can ask things of me right now or—“

Some new strength instills him, blooming a rageful gleam in his eyes as he interrupts your reprimand like you’re a squawking mother. “Tommy’s dead. Okay? He’s dead. Gone.” The firmness in his voice and his sweep of an arm across his chest to signal your cut off takes you aback.

Your spine straightens, and you blink your wide eyes. Lips seal, and he seizes the opportunity born from your reticence. Out of all things to expect, you didn’t foresee this. Tommy was healthy as a horse, and Jake’s reaction is odd. This blindsided you.

“Now some guys are saying he owes them some contract, and I’m the only one that can fill it. I don’t know these people, I need someone I can trust here. And that’s you.” There’s an uncharacteristic softness to his voice, feather-light and whispering like it’s a secret. A paranoia creeps up on you like you’re being watched. You’re speechless.

He shakes his head, and that quiet beg in his tone returns. “I got no one else. It’s gotta be you.” For the first time since he rolled in here, you feel bad for him.

Yet, you know he’s overestimating your value, especially when faced against a multi-billion dollar company. “Jake,” you sigh, defeated. Your reluctance somehow revitalizes the old Jake, the indomitable wall of unknowable sarcasm. His shell hardens as he becomes the person you need right now. “I don’t… I didn’t do what Tommy did. They won’t need me.” you explain, and it’s not exactly a protest but it’s not acceptance either. It’s as if you’re convincing him that it’s simply easier not to try. However, Jake never took the easy way out.

In a manner only he can replicate in the face of uncertainty, he responds coolly, “Please, these guys in suits will do anything I say to get me there. If I say they need you, they’ll say ‘when can you start?’”

Your lips pull to one side, and he knows he’s hooked you.

After cryo-sleep, your mood as significantly shifted. There’s no sympathy anymore, there’s only blatant professionalism. You’d arrived a hair earlier than Jake did, and they’d gotten you started in the labs right away. He knew you’d hit the ground running, and apparently in the month you’ve been here you’ve already established yourself as a worthy peer. You’ve always been a quick learner, but you sold yourself short before. This is exactly the kind of field you should be in, working in neuroscience was a cake-walk, and you become a prime technician in the neuro-health of the avatars as well as their compatible hosts.

Your attitude towards him has adjusted, and it’s back to the avoiding game, making yourself scarce whenever he was around. Too busy to talk, and certainly resentful that you’re here because of him. He can practically smell it on you the way you blow him off.

The day he’s supposed to test his avatar, the first question out of his mouth is where you are. Max relays that he’s in charge of the department you’re a part of, so he’ll be supervising. As a specialist, you’ll be called in if there’s any cause for concern, and Jake can’t exactly summon you—if he did, it would dampen the already delicate relationship you hold with him. He opts to try it out on his own, and if it pokes a hole in his brain so be it.

As things charge up, and Jake gets comfortable in the confines of his pod, you change your mind. That nagging feeling of commitment causes you to meander back to the observation room and you watch the avatar as it lays sleeping on its cot.

“That’s a gorgeous brain.” Max muses, blowing up the image of the marine’s grey matter, and you find yourself leaning in to peer at it over his shoulder. “Nice activity.”

Uneasily, you clutch your clipboard to your chest, and regret not being the one to walk Jake through the procedures yourself. Evading him was exhausting, but it was easier than facing him. Your eyes glue to the dormant muscle mass of his avatar, and await sign of movement with bated breath.

A twitch. The end of your pen kisses your bottom lip and you unconsciously close around it as your teeth toy with the plastic. It stirs. You surge forward, and Max furrows his brows at your odd behavior, so engaged with the scene through the glass that he’s sure nothing could break you out of your trance. Large, luminous eyes reveal as if from under a veil, pupils dilating to adjust to the fluorescent lights. A gasp rakes in through your throat, gifting you the oxygen you deprived yourself of when you forgot to breathe.

The scene unfolds. Initially a rousing success turned disaster as Jake ignores all warnings only to do what he wanted. You stifle the urge to roll your eyes as Max strongly protests to what Jake is doing. Constantly biting off more than he can chew, while everyone watches in futile horror as he ignores all consequences. You’re not surprised. A massive hand slams against the transparent pane, and you jump at the sound. It’s overhead, and it spans the length of your face. Glossy eyes scan it until they fall on Jake’s countenance nothing short of giddy.

“You’re not used to your avatar body, this is dangerous—“ Max warns while a nurse moves towards Jake with a needle to sedate him. That dizzying grin of his demonstrate the canines of the Na’vi, and he dares glance between you and Max when he replies.

“This is great.”

Something inside you shifts, and you gulp.

You react only after he’s thrown open the door, and you rush to mask before you follow after him.

Sully’s little show falls under your jurisdiction, having finally pinned him down and dragged him back by his ear—so to speak. He was willing after a little meeting with Grace. Like a bird that one, turn your back for one second and he cuts and runs. You’re not too sore about it, but he can tell the last place you want to be is here, checking him out. A sigh through your flared nostrils is proof of that.

“How am I lookin’, doc?” he asks, and a twinge of his old self shines through the question, that glimmer of mischief in his eyes as you march up the step stool to compete with his height even while he’s sitting down. He doesn’t take anything seriously, and you try to ignore it like you always have to.

Your hand is harsh when it places on his forehead, and your thumb hooks under the fat of his brow to jerk it up. His lid separates from his eye, and you bring your light to his pupil to test its dilation. Suddenly awkward, he glances down.

“Look up.” you tell him. He does so. You check the other one, and its response time is adequate as well. “Follow the light.” Your handheld flashlight moves in parallel and perpendicular motions, and he watches it as he speaks. Now faced with the sheer size of him, your movement lapses subtly. His scale was easy to measure with instruments, but now sitting in front of you, your hand on his skin, his head wider and longer than yours… it’s difficult to stay focused. You gather yourself, and resume your task.

Jake clears his throat, having caught the discrete hesitation. “Um, so,”

“I’d rather not talk.”

“But you still came.” The phrase points out your presence on Pandora per his request. Regardless if you don’t want to talk to him, you still gave up a part of your life to come here. “You can see how I’m getting mixed signals here.” he adds, and his large hands gesture confusedly in his lap to support the minutest shrug. You swallow. The light clicks off, and you pocket it into your lab-coat before stepping down in search of your clipboard. You scribble down some notes.

“I’ll have to run some tests, but other than that there’s no immediate visible signs. Wait here.” you instruct, and it’s the kind of cut and dry that pierces him.

“Now, hold on,” When you turn to leave, a hulking mass envelopes your arm around the elbow—but the touch is gentle. It halts you in your tracks, and your expectant gaze lands on him. “Just- can you hang back a second? What’s the rush?”

You glance down at his contact, and tentatively he removes it, even raising his hand while it backs off to show you it’s not a threat. Those eyes of yours flicker up, and he starts to feel small… even though you’re the one half his size.

In typical Sully fashion, he steels himself, and comes back with a comment that dissolves your icy exterior. Long arms lift on either side of himself, presenting it to you. “You haven’t even told me what you thought.” There's a tug to his lips.

"What I think?" you parrot incredulously, as if your opinion on the matter is obsolete, judging him through knitted brows.

"Yeah, how do I look?"

You clench your jaw, and exhale through your nose. Scratching the back of your neck, there's a tug at your lips now, too.

"You gotta try this." Jake, ever the troublemaker, had gotten you high up in the Hallelujah mountains to meet his Ikran. There was that air of pride about him, showing off his new mount to you while you uneasily climbed about the uneven ground. Perched atop the thick middle of a vine, you attempted to jump off it when he offered his hand to you. You peer up at him through the transparent mask, and take it, and he helps you down and over to his ride. It’s brief, but undeniably gentle the way he handles you. Your wary gaze inspects the difference in size with fascination that you condemn. It’s huge. For a second you fantasize about what it would look like if you pressed your palms together to compare finger lengths. He releases you, and you slow because of it, watching him yank the straps of his saddle to secure them.

He runs through the precautions, and because of the size of his mount, you’re unable to climb on as effortlessly as him. Your shoes confine your feet to inflexibility, and you struggle to pull your own weight up when there aren’t footholds for someone your size.

Clearly making fun of you, Jake comments, “Need help?” A clear goad to let go of your pride and accept his aid. Holding his hand earlier was different—however, inappropriate—now you’re determined to prove yourself. If you could see him, you’d witness that grin on his face as he’s entertained with your scrambling limbs, and the flicker of his eyes to glance at your ass. He tilts his head.

“I’ve got it.” you seethe, the purifier of your mask getting in your way and you slip. Landing hard onto the ground, your knees buckle and you clutch onto the saddle for stability. The Ikran screeches, rearing its head at you and you jump back instinctively. Your back collides with something hard, and you whirl to see that Jake had lumbered over, looming over you while he soothes the neck of his mount. His eyes are hooded as they meet yours, and the shadow his body casts over you has you gulping.

“You sure?” he jeers softly, and your cheeks heat up. Silently, you concede, breaking the suffocating eye contact to face forward. You gasp as contact is made with your waist, massive hands envelope your torso as he picks you up like nothing, supporting you as he places you onto the saddle. Your fingers dig into the leather, useless to calm your beating heart as the weight shifts behind you, causing your lesser figure to lean as he climbs on. His body heat radiates, and you stifle the urge to glance over your shoulder at him. Long cerulean forearms encircle you, reaching past you to grab hold of the lead. Your eyes follow his thick veins up, take note of how the antennae rope around his muscle, until your stomach drops at the realization of what’s about to happen.

Instant regret roots as Jake flicks the lead, and his Ikran approaches the edge of the mountain. “Wait! Wait, a second. Jake, I’m not so sure that I—!”

Above your ear, the low crooning voice of Jake sends shivers down your spine. “Hold on tight.” And you claw onto whatever you can while your gaze can now see over the precipice. A dizzying height you tried to avoid before had you wondering how he sweet-talked you up this high, and as soon as his bellowing cry sounded, the Ikran recognized it, leaping into a dive that had you screaming. Your stomach shoots to your chest, and when you can’t feel secure in holding the straps you grab onto him wherever you can reach. The deafening music of whipping winds drown out your shout and you can feel the vibration of his powerful chest against your back when he laughs at your helplessness. Fingernails dig into his skin, arms, shoulders, neck, anything you can gain purchase as your instincts yell at you to get out of this situation. You’re not a flyer, and you’re certainly not a daredevil.

Jake just manages to get you into bewildering situations, and that’s exactly why you find him so dangerous.

“You ever think about it?” his question catches you off guard, pulling you out of your tests. He’d upped his visits since gaining the freedom of a banshee, and he speaks to you through the throat comm from outside the mobile lab. You glance at the back of his head through the glass, and his ear pricks at attention, like he heard you shift. Your fingers pass over your lips before you purse them.

“Think about what?” you dare to clarify, a creeping sensation of the promise of regret crawling up from the pit of your stomach. These kinds of conversations never end well, and you know Jake like the back of your hand. He’s not going to let it go.

The jerk of his arm is caused by a carve gone stray on his new bow. His great knife came into the view past the sill of the window. “Us, I guess.”

You swallow hard. “Don’t you think this is the kind of conversation to have… in-person?” Your wary gaze pass over the monitor that shows Jake’s slumbering face—human Jake. The Na’vi side eyes you, and you run a degree colder.

Neither of you talk about it at this time.

Things had been going good. You and him were finally getting along—like you used to. It was easy, familiar. Like the face of an old friend, you had just begun to greet your old lover with a warm welcome. Past fights had been swept under the rug, and both of you were trying to start fresh. However, it was becoming clear that Jake’s blossoming interest in you had nothing to do with kickstarting a friendship—at least not a platonic one. You don’t like how it makes you feel full of hope. You’ve been burned before, and this isn’t the environment for a torrid love affair. The first time around was tumultuous at best, and volatile at worst.

It’s not like it’s seamless to be alone together, especially when your full-time position is not at the pod in the mountains. The wing that first housed the avatars had since been abandoned when everyone had dispersed. Nobody new was pouring into a department that is ceasing usefulness, and it hadn’t been decided how it would be cannibalized and delegated. As someone with dorm the size of a shoebox, you come here to think, especially since you’ve been isolated here. There’s nothing for you back home, but there’s not anything here either besides the friend you’re back to avoiding.

It’s dark out, and you only turn on a couple lights inside. You cross your arms over your chest as you approach the glass, peering into the empty room where you first saw Jake emerge. Stirring the avatar from its great slumber and answer its calling. You had yet to admit it verbally, but you’ve never seen him so comfortable in his own skin. Like the avatar wasn’t made for Tommy, it was made for him. It’s a reality you had never considered, Jake simply wears it that well. It’s a shade grim, and you consider leaving the wing.

That is, until, you see a flash behind the door leading into it.

In his last ditch effort, Jake had stooped to desperate levels returning all the way here, banging on the Na’vi sized door to the little room. Your brows furrow, unlocking it from your end, and once the latch hisses, he barges inside like there are dogs after him.

Once again, you’re bewildered in asking: “What are you doing here?”

The back of his head bangs against the metal as it falls limp, breathing hard. He twists his neck to glance through the peephole, making sure he wasn’t followed, and then he acknowledges your presence. A pause to catch his breath, and then his body dips forward, lumbering towards you.

He approaches you, and you step back instinctively. A veined forearm raises to lean against the glass above your head, and you feel caged in. Eyes illuminated by the dullest light bore into yours, “You and me,” He gestures to himself, the simple act in itself arrogant. “we’re gonna talk.” A demand that leaves no room for argument, and you can’t form a rebuttal in your shock that he stands before you.

You’re sick of the walls, you’re sick of the observation glass, you’re sick of the barriers. Stupid obstacles keeping you constantly at arm’s length are a nuisance that you overcome by marching down and to the human entrance of the same room he inhabits. You collapse your full weight onto it in order to push it open, and Jake is waiting on the other side.

“Fine!” you concede, throwing your arms up. “What do you wanna talk about? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Jake…” a pathetic whimper slips from your parted lips, cracking as it passes through your throat, “this isn’t a good idea.” Silken, and feather-light, your protests aren’t enforced. He keeps going.

Clothes since discarded, the sterile cot might as well be a California king bed, laid out bare as he’s on his side next to you. Lips large and plump meet yours again, and you struggle to meet them, struggle to match their ferocity when you raise your head from the bed. He twists his neck, deepening it as he reintroduces just the tip of his tongue to yours. It’s huge, prying open your jaw in an ache that has you fall limp in tandem with the sweet stroke of a single finger against your clit. The pad of it feels so disproportionate on you.

“You think I forgot your looks? Don’t act like you don’t want this. I see it in your eyes.” he’d accused when you were arguing. Now you’re spread as far as you can to accommodate for his thick wrist laying in between your legs. Propped up on an elbow, your head rests just underneath his forearm, and you can feel his hand curl to toy with the ends of your hair. Your lips enclose sucking onto the bit of tongue he’s offered you. “You can’t hide from me.” he’d said against your lips before you’d first kissed this new body. Having herded you, backed you up against a wall to cage you in.

[pwippy]

was looking on pinterest for sci fi inspo pics and. hm. well. ghost in the shell reference?

if this is implying what i think it is that brings up some weird questions about till and ivans humanity. to what extent are they actually human??

i think its a similar issue of how much of you can be replaced until you aren't considered authentic / original, like mainly consisting of artificial/unnatural (as in wasn't there to begin with) enhancements. in short, a cyborg.

is it possible ivan and till are more alien/modified to the point where they're considered just not fully human or not perceived as human?? tills blood is collected often, what is it used for and more importantly does he have a way to replace it?? alien blood??? same with ivan, he's had numerous alterations.

technically speaking a cyborg is a "human being whose physiological functions are aided or enhanced by artificial means such as biochemical or electronic modifications to the body" but it can be artificial parts in general so yeah they're cyborgs. injections and all that

last thing, are they even the original ivan and till? in lukas bday art you can see tubes with either humans or aliens i have no idea. could ivan and till be clones?? alien-human hybrids??? could they actually rely on experimentation to keep their genes from malfunctioning and causing weird mutations.

theres already real examples of this with mosquitoes being reliant on certain chemicals to literally not die, its possible this is done with the pet humans to keep them with their owners. to keep them dependant on the aliens, and obedient.

lastly could this be a way sua returns?? through cloning or replacing body parts? or, (possibly worse,) destroying the physical form but maintaining her consciousness in a sort of machine. android sua which has been theorized multiple times lol

if we have any philosophers or people well versed in biology and ethics please pull up im just rambling about the most basic forms of these concepts and id love if someone could make sense of this and add more details lol

[riggedbones]

making a dashboard simulator post from my octopus world that is so inscrutable .

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🐕 themodernwisdom

stop fucking telling me it’s problematic to have “humans dni” on my carrd none of you understand how traumatizing a symbiosis breakup can be.

👨‍💻 typical-hue-man follow

traumatizing for who 🤨 lmao you weren’t even the one dependent on them for survival

🐕 themodernwisdom

do you not know what dni means.

#blocked. #youd think after all these millennia they’d evolve some reading comprehension

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⚡️ psychiclesbian

like i don’t esp like how often were asked about our sex life but like yea i mean they’re right. tentacles 👍👍

#minors dni #like if they rly want to know just find an octopus whos dtf not that hard #i mean. okay maybe a bit hard. but idk they’re online sometimes?

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🎛 oldstructuremusings

just got the most insane piece of fanmail what the fuck. why is this child learning local human language from my radio show. in the middle of the fucking ocean. apparently they can’t pick anything else up that isn’t the occasional raven station but like i feel like i have some sort of responsibility to not teach this kid how to say fuck every five seconds.

#text #its probably too late tbh #if the kid is seeing this. get off of tumblr

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🦋 lonesomedreamer 🔁 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

🐦 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

does anyone know how human symbiosis works i saved this guys life right after his cat friend died and i think he is getting attached. or something.

🚧 mazemaster follow

ur not a dog or cat ur fine.

🦋 lonesomedreamer

it’s a common misconception, but humans can actually form symbiotic bonds with any sapient creature, actually! the relationship mostly helps with their social and mental requirements, and if there are enough humans in an area to form a community, they’re actually not at all reliant on forming interspecies symbiotic relationships! doesn’t really happen where i’m from though, i think last i heard there are maybe 6 humans in the area max 😅

🐦 why-no-pigeon-emoji follow

everyone stfu he made us matching outfits im gonna cry

#omg this is so cute 🥺 #i'm glad things worked out

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🌿 grasstoucher 🔁 toogenericusername follow

🐚 molluskfan12 follow

currently keeping some smaller snails atm after you-know-what >_> their shells are a more fragile but the meat is better imo. hope it'll work out still!!

🪶 aviandinosaurs follow

cottagecore bloggers off the shits lmao what is this

🐚 molluskfan12 follow

what the fuck is a cottagecore

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⚡️ psychiclesbian 🔁 undereclipse follow

🗼 prehistoric-structures follow

i'm curious!!!

🌅 sundownscare follow

op i appreciate the button for humans in theory but are you under the impression that we don't show up in our own creation myths???

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maybe they just want to know about other species, like humans appearing in their own myths is p much a given lol

🗼 prehistoric-structures follow

oh yeah thats... totally why that's there

#they forgor 💀

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🌿 grasstoucher

do you think they had discourse like this pre climate disaster like it was just humans at that point how bad could it rly be

[crookednachogalaxy]

thinking about bowuigi like i always do, and im kinda noticing how a majority of media has bowser pursuing luigi for a relationship and... it makes sense???

now dont get me wrong - bowser is brash, he is bold, he is confident, and maybe even arrogant at times. he's the fearsome king of the koopas, he is not afraid to take what is his. his affections are loud because he is loud, and that's why it makes sense.

but what about luigi pursuing a relationship first?

first things first, i am not talking about luigi developing feelings first or something. i specifically mean luigi actively pursuing bowser romantically regardless of whether bowser has feelings for him.

that means taking him out on dates, giving him gifts, bonding with his loved ones, all the stops one pulls to get and keep another's romantic interest.

i want luigi to give him flowers. bowser has just won a really tough tennis match in the tournament they're taking part in, and luigi decides this is perfect moment to give him the flower bouquet he's prepared. so one moment bowser is desperately chugging water as if it's the last drop he'll ever drink, and the next there is this little plumber boy standing in front of him who he's pretty sure he beat up once and has definitely forgotten the name of.

and he's holding the flowers up, saying he did so great in his match and they're for him - and bowser almost wants to laugh. he wants to laugh because flowers are weak, and pathetic, and for soft-shelled koopas which HE'S NOT. but this tiny human's entire body is shaking, the smile on his face is steadfast, and he's looking at bowser as if he hung the stars and the moon in the sky, and something about it just makes his brain short-circuit for reasons he cant understand yet.

i want luigi to plan dates for him and bowser. picnics and fancy dinners and homemade dinners, amusement parks, private kart racing, watching the stars and/or the sunset. i want luigi fretting and overthinking on what bowser likes to do and how to invite him. i want luigi to forget any and all thoughts when bowser steps into the room. mario has war flashbacks about where he went wrong when raising luigi, while said plumber is looking across peach's ballroom with hearts in his eyes.

i want bowser to not realize he's going on dates with luigi. that he's seeing him every week at this point, that even kamek raises an eyebrow when he calls luigi his friend. he always comes home feeling great about himself after seeing luigi, because the human showers him in compliments, attends to his every wish. it takes him a while to realize that luigi isnt just stroking his ego, but that he genuinely likes bowser, and once he starts listening to what luigi actually compliments him on? he's stunned at how deeply his affection runs.

luigi complimemts him on the way he rules with fairness and respect. on the way he prides himself in his history and culture, how he seeks to uplift and celebrate it. he compliments him on his bond with his children, what a good father he is to them. luigi says things that bowser never even noticed in himself, things he didnt think anyone would ever see.

he compliments him on the things that make him him, he makes an effort to spend time and foster bonds with his children, giving each the time and sincerity they deserve. he is there to calm bowser when he's stressed or angry, comforts him when he's sad, never judging him for his faults or feelings. he makes an effort to know and love bowser for who he is. at some point it becomes hard to imagine what a life without luigi looks like.

and most importantly, he still has that first flower bouquet luigi gave him, next to the others of its kind, the plants kept alive by magic, the notes written on display, and the gifts he's given show they're well used.

i just really like the thought of luigi being the one to take these steps, to pursue a romantic love despite the fear that his body evidently likes to show, despite the racing thoughts that make him wanna believe its a worthless endeavour. let him be the one to actively take these steps, be the one to take bowser's hand with a smile and a kiss, be the one to walk him home when they were out later than they intended to be. its a mental image i very much enjoy

[eluxcastar]

number 13 with pierro im BEGGING on my knees

Number 13 with Pierro because eiscoathanger begged on their knees

── ୨୧：pierro x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: another number thirteen from the prompts

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

yk I got stuck cause I didn't wanna repeat every other thirteen request and then suddenly LIGHTBULB 🫵 I thought of how to make this apply to reader in a different context than just insecurity. I think that worked well with the ones I did it for but as I said I didn't wanna do that for everyone we need some fresh homegrown v a r i e t y🤞 that lightbulb unfortunately did not come through on the title

Pierro is a gentleman who once had a kinder heart. Time has weathered that man away into a colder shell, the remnants of a homeland once prosperous torn apart by the gods. It's never a pretty sight to see a traveller who appears weary and lost.

There is light in his life, a child born in the lands under the rule of gods, ironically.

You barreled into his world, elven-born and undying, to wreak havoc on his life and destroy any semblance of carefully crafted peace. You refuse to be tamed, can't settle in one place for too long, and have a hard time with authority. He hates it, though it is admittedly quite endearing. The commitment to never tying yourself down is admirable, yet irritating, as you showed up once every few years for a decade or two before he managed to convince you to stay for a little while longer and indulge him.

It is certainly not easy to calm your free spirit, but he manages. He bends to your whims and wants and finds any number of reasons to keep you put. You humour him because he's working so hard just for the little attention you will spare him.

Pulcinella told him to cut you loose while he could, but he wouldn't— couldn't, by some accounts. You're too overwhelming to simply give up on, bursting in with the destructive power of a natural disaster to spend your time pleasantly at ease with him. Though you destroy every semblance of peace in your path, you offer respite in return, the open arms to greet him when the world is too much. Responsibility falls away into the background of his mind so easily in your arms. It's as if your carelessness rubs off on him with every night you let him settle into your embrace.

You are made for the long flow of time, and each year builds you up. With each passing year, Pierro feels his humanity slip away, like the sands of time seeking to grind him down to nothing but reputation.

None of his inhibitors stop you, unchained by duty and with practically no responsibility to speak of. In a perfect world, he may have adapted even half as well to his sudden lack of home, but barely decades past, the thought of abandoning everything he has worked for sickens him like the highest betrayal. He cannot help but envy your careless disposition.

A home existed for you at one point— probably still does— but you grew bored with it like many things in your life and left it. The world is bigger than one town, area or nation, you reasoned. He can't argue with that outlook.

It is not wrong, but it is flawed, a fact that you are aware of. Staying in one place starts to make you go batty—Pierro can't argue with that either. The less excitement you find naturally in your life, the more you seek to create the excitement you find yourself lacking. That habit is responsible for how much you manage to disrupt him.

The first few times, it was dismissed as a lack of self-awareness. You hadn't yet picked up on his schedule or when he's most busy, so showing up at those times was a coincidence. That is until he realises you do it intentionally. The coincidence is far too convenient to ignore after the first few times.

Your stay as Snezhnaya—a favour to him—is beginning to irk you, and you search for any way you can to make him send you away.

You can't take back your eager agreement, but you can drive Pierro up the wall until he regrets asking it of you. He figures that out within practically seconds of realising that you're doing it on purpose. With that confirmed, his first question was naturally why and while he could have jumped to you simply stirring trouble, it makes more sense for you to be trying to worm your way out of your commitment without losing the opportunity to have him owe you.

It is conniving, and maybe he could fault you for it if only owing you didn't inadvertently work in his favour.

It means someday you'll come knocking when you need him to help you.

You'll come back of your own volition.

There are many nights he thinks of you, your many charms some would call flaws. More than anything, you are interesting, a seeker of adventure with more knowledge to offer than any mere book could hold. You have stories from eras he never lived in and advice you stole from the elderly across the continent for him, returning to greet him with a cheeky smile and some outrageous demand.

Perhaps Pierro should've expected that much, but the trouble you put him through is worth it when he's faced with your smile. Anything to hear you say, "I knew the moment I thought of it exactly who to ask," as if you believe he should have any idea how to make the impossible possible and grant your ridiculous wishes. 

All of it is enough to bring you back to Snezhnaya, back to him where he can see your eccentricities unfold before him. Pierro will wonder endlessly why he's dealing with this, then remind himself of why when he looks at you.

He is dealing with this because you asked it of him.

"Though maybe I did ask too much of you," you add. Pierro likes the way your hand runs through his hair when you say that, perhaps the gentlest thing you're capable of.

You do that to everyone, he wants to say, but only musters a "For you, nothing is too much," in response.

"You'll regret saying that," you warn him. He knows he will.

He likes the way you lean on his shoulder without even asking him first, like you own it, and he's just minding it for you. Maybe he is.

Something happened between now and the first day you met for him to be so utterly taken with you, whether because you did something to him or he was struck by one last curse to love someone whose life is so tumultuous. You should be everything that infuriates him.

A chuckle slips past his defences, the kind only you manage to pull from him, the source of fiery passion somehow able to melt his heart. "Perhaps," he says, "but I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."

It is not lost on him how your head briefly lifts as you try to gauge how serious that way, only to return to his side as you lay your head back against his shoulder and resign yourself to simply accepting he's being overly sentimental as you frequently claim he is.

Sentimental or not, he wouldn't mind you showing up to ruin more of his carefully planned days.