#i think this got longer than i expected

[hitsuyou-fukaketsu]

shav could you please tell me about izuleo

Yes thank you i love you so much for this ask

Okay okay first look at this bc idk where to start

Okay

Idk how much you know but to put it simple their relationship is friends-> breakup->second chance

I'll go for parts

Izuleo during their first year in the yumenosaki:

They meet! Leo thinks he is super pretty but sings awfully, sena gets flustered and angry at him and throws him a chair (and other things). Sadly we don't know much about them during their first year, but they become really close. Sena would usually go to leo's house to spend the day, he even befriended Ruka-tan! Leo's sister!! He loves cute little kids and she's adorable <3 and really shy!! The fact that they could become close is a sign of how much time sena would spend with leo.

Izuleo during their second year:

I think we all know this story, this is when the story 'Checkmate' takes place and when Eichi did his revolution. Leo and Sena were part of one big unit in yumenosaki, Backgammon and later changed to Chess. These large units didnt have a limit of members, everyone in the unit slacked off (this includes ritsu and naru) and left everything to leo and sena. Leo would write songs for them and mistook them for friends or allies but they didn't really cared about him. This started to wear on his mind but sena realized this late.

I would reccomend reading checkmate for this one.

We know how it ends, leo disappears from the yumenosaki since he couldn't take it

Izuleo in their third year:

This one is divided in leo isnt here and leo returns to the yumenosaki

Leo isn't here:

Eichi's revolution succedeed and every big unit got erased, Knights borns because of Sena. He is the one that got ritsu, naru and tsukasa in it, but Leo was still the leader.

An everyone knows what happened in the DDD (sena kidnaps makoto)

But not everyone understands why that happened so let me! Explain!

This is when the short novel lionheart happens, he goes to leo's house to make him sign the permission to participate in the DDD.

Ruka is the one that opens him the door, and when she sees izumi she starts to beg him to say something to Leo and make him eat, he doesn't go out of his room and if it's sena he would listen.

Sena's hearts sink but he keeps being firm

That's when leo appears to tell him to not make his sister cry, but sena is not the reason she is crying.

That's when sena realizes that the Leo he knew is broken and will never come back. He makes him sign the permission, tells him to eat something and gets out of the house. Then he has an angsty monologue about how leo was the only one that truly loved him and how he was the one that killed him and couldnt protect him.

This feeling of guilt is really redundant through sena's character

This is the reason he became so obsessed with makoto, makoto was also a person in his life he could protect (they were in the same model agency, and makoto was a neglectfed child) Sena always likes to take the role of the caregiver but his obsession of protection was what lead to makoto's kidnapping. IT DOESN'T COME OUT OF NOWHERE

It's also important to note that according to Leo, he saw sena countless of times arround his house before their meeting

Leo is in the yumenosaki!

Okay this when leo returns, but you see their issues aren't solved yet

Kingkillers blabla leo becomes king again! But even though he's here he cant shake off the feeling that he doesn't belong here. He comes across new faces and old faces but they all have changed. He struggles a lot with fitting in with the rest and this is seen in plenty of stories like tsukimi live or fleur the lis, he doesn't want to participate in lives, he helps them but he doesn't want to put himself under the spotligth.

Izuleo come back again to their silly relationship... More or less... They keep having their silly bickering and tension until requiem, knights' graduation event, where honest sena makes an appearance and he's powerful (always makes leo flabbergasted)

Then right after that !! Starts

They have a lot of izuleo moments in !! Actually but they are Moments in specific stories so...

The one i truly reccomend reading is next door<3!

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

maomao is so perfect like she respects the man who raised her will always listen to what he says. doesn't feel emotions strongly. hates her biological father just because. is forever loyal to the consort she served. loves money. bought a gift for that one girl who always shared gossips with her as she couldn't afford it herself liked seeing the girl happy and adored her as a lil sister even shed a tear when read her letter. is extremely good at connecting the dots. is always worried about that child consort and her heart was warmed to see the child found someone who cares for her. would harshly judge you if you didn't think the celestial nymph eunuch wasn't the most beautiful creature in the whole of creation. would run to save someone's life even getting punched wouldn't stop her. doesn't get affected by all the hanky-pankys that goes around her. might even give you her important hair stick if you are important to her. cares about her three sisters so much she'll make sure they end up with the kind of men they prefer. would hold a grudge against you if you chose her birth mother instead of her sister. very chill. can just casually wonder about the size of boobs of women the same way she always wonders about the missing equipment of the eunuchs. always thinking about abortion medicines is always making abortion medicines. loves experimenting with herbs and poisons. loves eating snakes would be extra happy if you locked her in a room with snakes as a punishment. wants to give birth once because she wants to eat her own placenta. very open-minded. always gives it her all

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Ok, I think I have a pretty good idea of why a lot of Akechi's dialogue is... like that.

So, even before his confidant truly started, I noticed that he has a real knack for directing the flow of a conversation. This is very fitting for someone who is both a detective and skilled at interviews - when there is a topic and a goal, Akechi is in his element.

All this to say, he's actually kind of controlling when it comes to conversational flow. He probes for information, or turns the conversation around to a particular topic, usually the Phantom Thieves. He manages to take a few of Joker's dialogue options and spin them so they sound mildly incriminating in the context he's placed them in - the only way to truly get around this is to pick answers that feign indifference, and even then, that's more than a bit telling. He's clearly very good at this kind of thing.

But then, we get conversations where either Joker does something he didn't expect, or else he doesn't have a particular goal in mind - and the conversation stutters. In the first instance, Joker does something (a particularly egregious example is putting his glasses on him and fluffing his hair in rank 3) which both leaves him wrong-footed and no longer in perfect control of the situation. He just kind of... freezes, for awhile. It's hilarious. He has no idea how to respond.

He picks up control again in the phone call afterwards, having chosen to play into it, turning this "fooling the crowds" into a kind of game or secret between them. Nice save.

But in instances where there isn't an obvious topic and the goal is somewhat nebulous, for instance, that one Leblanc scene, it becomes pretty apparent that Akechi doesn't have the right "script" to go off of. Again, it's particularly notable in that scene, because I'm fairly sure he didn't have any specific reason to be at Leblanc, other than him looking for a quiet spot now that public opinion has turned on him. And because there isn't anything specific he's digging for, he kind of just ends up throwing things at the wall to see what will stick. Probing for any kind of recognizable reaction that he can jump on and work with, and that just doesn't really happen in this scene.

He references Sae, a woman in a respectable position, to Sojiro, but instead of that netting a welcome, it earns his ire, given Sae's recent actions against him. He then tries to greet Joker, his... rival? friend? enemy? person who at least seems to somewhat enjoy spending time with him? But Joker's responses are somewhat short, and Akechi practically wilts. He tries to commiserate by oversharing. He tries to involve Futaba and reaches out for the only topic of interest he can think of around "young people". He compliments the coffee. He compliments Joker. He tries to invoke that connection between them. None of it is really sticking, nor does it serve as a jumping off point for him to steer the conversation, or even really start one.

So, he basically just ends up having a one-sided chat with himself and then leaves. Hilarious. Also a little sad, if I'm being honest. It's really giving "guy with no friends who only knows how to speak to adults" energy. If there's no specific purpose to the exchange, or he is not in control of its direction, he seems to be kind of out of his depth. He succeeds only in being a little awkward and confusing, more than anything.

[cowboylikesel]

i know we all joked about buck repeatedly calling himself an ally when he was literally just kissing another man on the mouth a few days prior but like…of course he would?

for over 30 years he thought he was just that an ally and then some hot guy he barely knows but admires kisses him and suddenly there’s this whole new part of him that he didn’t even know existed. that is a huge thing to come to terms with and even tho it was exciting and freeing it was probably also weird? and scary? and just very confusing?

but those emotions aren’t something he feels towards queer people because he is, say it with me an ✨ally✨ so that’s probably not something he could immediately wrap his head around. saying out loud or even letting himself feel that he’s anxious about other people finding out that he likes men reads to him as something a homophobic person would feel and not as something pretty much every queer person can relate to.

so he just went into default mode reassuring more himself than anyone else that he’s an ally and that he knows that it isn’t wrong and that he doesn’t have to feel ashamed of liking men because rationally he knows that!! he just didn’t feel it until he got the support and reassurance from maddie and eddie, the two people closest to him who know his heart. knowing they still love him and see him the same was the thing he needed to be confident in himself (and to pick up the phone to get the guy he likes back) because ultimately something finally fell into place for him he just had some temporary adjustment difficulties.

[anonymous-chicken-was-taken]

There is a man named Stanford Pines.

Just about anyone in the scientific community knows his name, and most know his face. It would be hard not to. It's plastered on magazines, on websites, on informational guides about the Institute of Oddology. Stanford Pines is synonymous with the word odd, peculiar, strange; it takes very little digging to find that.

Yet, when it comes to actually meeting the man? No matter who you ask, the answer is almost always no, they have not met him. Everyone knows of him, but nobody knows him. They see his face, they hear his name, they read his papers, they know his arguments. A lucky few even converse with him through email, or letters, or phone conversations. However, meeting him face to face seems to be an occurrence even rarer than the beasts he writes essays about.

Sometimes, he makes a public appearance. Sometimes, someone will see him walking about in some small, secluded space. His co-founder follows him like a shadow, never long taking his eyes away, full as they are of both care and peculiar caution.

Even more unheard of, sometimes, Stanford Pines will do something that interacts with the public. Once every few years, he will appear for an interview, or a photo, or something else to please the magazines that fill up his inbox. McGucket will be with him, every single time, and afterwards there will be whispers on the very internet he created from the people he'd spoken to. By all accounts, Stanford Pines is a very subdued, polite gentleman. Someone who is very intelligent and awkward, and attached to his co-founder at the hip. A man who is followed at all times by an army of personal security and NDAs. "For safety," McGucket will say as Pines' face goes dark. No one ever explains who's being kept safe, or from what.

To the students at the Institute of Oddology, it's even stranger. Nowhere does it say that seeing or meeting the core founder is guaranteed -- in fact, in comparison to other institutes, it's hardly even advertised that he's there -- but it's still surprising. If Stanford Pines is seen at all, it's almost always from behind a screen. Some students graduate without ever having seen him in-person. He does not attend events. He does not greet families. He does not make speeches unless he's being projected on a screen, a stark contrast to McGucket and his exaggerated mannerisms as his very real and present form hovers nearby. He holds no office on the entire campus. It is not unheard of to see him taking a walk with his co-founder, but it's rare enough to be shocking.

Rumors fly. Some are silly, absent things that would seem implausible to anyone who hasn't spent time in Gravity Falls. He's a vampire. He's a robot made by McGucket. He's a whole eldritch entity. Some rumors are more serious, whispered when his reclusive nature rings suspicious among the masses. None of them change the facts.

Perhaps it would make more sense if his co-founder was similar. However, Fiddleford McGucket is the polar opposite of Stanford Pines. He responds to interviewers asking about his computers. He makes speeches. He wanders around campus, stopping to chat with anyone who cares to listen. He's amiable and approachable as long as you can get past his rather extreme eccentricities, with an open-door policy and only one question he won't answer. If anyone builds up the guts to ask about Stanford Pines, and why he's so gosh darn reclusive, his only response is a sad, painful smile and a change of subject. In general, however, if one were to ask a given student of the institute where they could find Fiddleford McGucket, the chances are would be they'd be able to relay the information. However, like so much having to do with Stanford Pines, there is always a but.

At least three days a week, Fiddleford McGucket disappears for hours at a time. In theory, this would not be unusual. There's a section of the campus, slightly separate from the rest, dedicated to research. It takes much clearance to get to this area, for it is full of many very dangerous things. Some of the newer students fall under the misconseption that this is where he goes off to. However, there is a secretary at the entrance to this section of the campus, and when McGucket disappears, no amount of asking will get them to respond that he lies within. There is no summary of what he's there for, and there is no estimate of when he'll be back in his office. He is not there. For those hours, it's like he's vanished off the face of the planet.

There is another building seperated from the rest, barely visible through the trees. Tucked far behind the research area of the campus and heavily guarded at all times. No amount of clearance, or ID, or begging, will get anyone in. This place, most know, is where McGucket goes. No one can be certain, but there's a conviction there that this is the truth. It's the same way people know that this is where Stanford Pines resides. In those hours, McGucket disappears to the same nowhere at all that his co-founder lives.

No one tries to get there. Not anymore. There would be no point.

In order to do so, one would have to get into the research zone of campus. Already, this requires more clearance than most students could imagine. From there, one would have to go through a building only staff can open, at the very back of the campus, where only the most dangerous of research is kept. A security officer stands ever-vigilant at a back door leading to a winding pathway, intersected halfway through by a pair of guard stations. Past them lies a towering locked gate, centered in the midst of a towering electric fence. There is no guard station at the gate itself, though guards patrol the perimeter, even though the underbrush is too thick to walk through. There is no visible way to unlock the gate, but if one managed to get through regardless, they would find that the obstacles were still not over. The acre the fences encircle is thick with security, only some of which is human. It's impossible not to get caught, but if somehow, someone did, they would find themselves face to face with the sloped roof and charming wooden exterior so vaguely visible from the more well-trodden paths.

If one were to make it behind the reinforced door and yet one more pair of security guards, they would find nothing of note at all. In fact, were the windows not so thick, and the place not full of rooms with no place in a residence, and the path not so elaborate, and the whole area not so heavily reeking of isolation and uncanniness, one could almost mistake it for a normal home.

Inside, one would find Stanford Pines. Shorter than his head-and-shoulders shot makes him seem, and with a tangible air of melancholy about him that no projection could ever communicate.

Above all, Stanford Pines would appear incredibly alone, with only security, a McGucket Computer, and shelves upon shelves of books for company. If this someone who somehow managed to sneak in got lucky, they would arrive in this not-quite-a-home while McGucket had disappeared to there. They would find the two of them in deep conversation, and Stanford Pines would appear happier and more animated than most any living soul had seen him in decades, content in the company of his one connection; his shadow. Even when they had serious conversations, about the most serious topics in the world, something about him would be just that bit more lively. The visit would end, every time, with McGucket asking the same question. Every time, Pines would shake his head sadly as he responded; would the answer have been different, they both know that McGucket would have been informed long before he arrived.

Upon his co-founder's departure, one would be able to see Stanford Pines either sigh and sink right back into his melancholy, or the energy persist for another handful of hours. One would wonder why he was so reclusive, if he seemed so much brighter when he was among friends. One -- the impressive, unstoppable individual who managed to get into such a heavily monitored area -- would more than likely leave confused.

They wouldn't realize, unless they stayed within the bounds of the not-quite-home until it was far too late, what the hoards of security was designed for. Wouldn't realize that just as much as much as they are meant to keep someone out, they are also meant to keep someone in.

[amphibianaday]

how long have you been aware of Atul from spirit farer?

day 1532 this is obviously just an excuse to draw him again (referenced straight from an ingame screenshot) i've been passivley aware of him for a while. i'm pretty sure someone requested him and i intended to draw him and just forgot actively aware - about a week, since i started playing the game myself :)

[simpingforcys]

we need more turbo being an absolutely feral lover tbh. like he is UNHINGED as a partner i can feel it...

ABSOLUTELY, YOU, YOU GET ME (SPICE AND SPICY BELOW.... obviously)

Aggressive Lover!Turbo x Reader (NSFT)

When he's not boasting to his partner, he's showing THEY are his biggest trophy. He'll show you off as his 'worthy partner', the only one that could come close to his level (ignoring how everyone else is rolling their eyes at him).

Always has an arm around you. Pulling you in closer to him either by wrapping an arm around your shoulders or pulling you in by the waist, shamelessly pressing your coded body against his.

Truthfully, he wants everyone to know you are his.

He loves feeling your figure against his hand, his fingers rubbing subtly against your hip or teasingly intertwining his fingers with yours. He just can't get enough of you.

May or may not be the ego he gives himself at actually having someone who wants him around.

While your type of flirting or affection can range from sweet to tease, he will return it in full, if you allow it.

This man bites, nibbles, grips at you, and holds you down against him by keeping you on his lap facing him, just to look at your face as his hands grip your hips.

You're his partner, and he wants to be reminded of that constantly.

His kisses are rough, even as he holds his cheeks. He's not exactly the best kisser. Quite messy, actually. You figured it was his inexperience. But that doesn't stop him. He loves feeling your lips against his. It's a high for him, almost equal to the high he gets winning every single (good) race, and you know how much he enjoys that. If you can provide that same furor for him, he'll be chasing it, over and over from you.

His hands grip and squeeze at you, your hips, thighs, waist, desperately grabbing at you as if to reassure himself you're actually there, still there with him and wanting him as much as he wants you.

He doesn't want to just have and taste your lips, but all of you. A long shiver goes up your spine once you realize he wasn't just kissing your neck, but licking it as well, panting heavy and hotly against your coded skin as he holds you against him, his tongue sliding and pressed on that specific spot on your neck.

You almost start to think when was the last time he ever even had someone.

Did I mention he bites?

Hearing your moan and jolted gasp as he bites on your shoulder fuels him like nothing else in your foreplay.

Before you know it, he is desperately tugging at your clothes.

You would think he considers himself as nothing less than a top, but the truth was, as long as he's able to look at your blushing, dazed, pleasured face and is able to hear your beautiful moans, he doesn't mind having you on top.

He likes to have his partner work for it, even as he too bucks himself up at you.

If you're on top, he's making sure you're on top. His hands clasp onto your hips, fervently chasing that high that was your body like you were the most divine thing bestowed upon him. If you were going to do it, you would do it right.

What kind of a racer would he be if his own partner couldn't ride as well as he?

Whether he's under you or on top of you, he wants you to know exactly what you do to him.

His body moves against yours, rough and hard almost lifting you up from the bed as he grabs onto his hips. Despite his short body, he did have some strength in him. At least, only when it came to this.

He thrusts hard and desperately against you, like you were a hole for him to bury and empty himself into. He loves seeing how you take all of him, disappearing throughly into your body. The only one worthy enough of him.

He grunts and growls as he pounds into you, like a feral animal in heat chasing that high that was your tight body. His raspy voice mutters sounds of praises and swears under his breath.

You can barely register his fingers digging into your coded skin before he growls his way into climax, keeping your hips firmly in place to make sure nothing comes out. He doesn't want you to waste any part of him. He was your partner, and you would take all of him.

Despite his fervent drive from earlier, he doesn't let you go for quite a while. His yellow eyes look up at you with a satisfied drive, that familiar victorious wide smile creeping up his lips, the smile marks around his face proudly showing themselves as he does.

"You... my prized babe... were just Turbotastic~"

He gives an eyebrow raise when you start to laugh at that. But before he can protest or say anything about it, you hold his cheeks and bring him up to you for a deep kiss.

[taintandviolent]

(since you asked for these) I wish you’d write a fic where… You’re Jimmy’s girl and have been for a while and you make a big deal of loving every part of him and making him feel good. Not like those ladies at the Tupperware parties who use him for his hands. But you got curious and just once wanted to be treated like a “customer” and receive the lobster boy treatment. No kissing or touching, just lifting your dress and making your eyes roll. You’re kind of ashamed to ask and maybe he teases you about it a little. Or something. I dunno

"What, baby? You know you can ask me anything." His lips peppered sweet, tender kisses along your collarbone, sending chills down your spine.

Humming into his skin, you returned the favour, kissing along the perimeter of his hairline and around his ear. You were nervous, apprehrension wrapped its sticky tendrils around your guts and made you stammer over your words.

"I'm just... I'm curious, Jimmy."

"Curious about what?"

"What all the girls get... y'know, at those parties you go to."

You had qualmed your jealousy enough to let Jimmy do it, knowing that he made good money doing it. Besides, he always came home to you and kissed you until your lips hurt. They didn't get that.

"Aw, honey - what you get is better, trust me."

"I know... but I just wanna' know. I wanna' know what it feels like."

Since you'd started dating Jimmy, you always paid attention to every part of him. You never wanted him to feel like a one trick pony, like a simple parlour trick, so sexually, you were always attentive to him and his needs. His entire body had to have been explored by your hands and your lips ten times over. Naturally, since he wasn't used to the treatment, Jimmy was always like putty in your hands, desperate to make you feel good in every way he knew how.

Jimmy looked at you for a moment, his inky eyes sweeping over your face. He'd known you were always a little hurt by the parties, but he never expected you to ask something like this.

"You wanna' know, huh? You want the Lobster Special?" He asked, his tone almost teasing.

You nodded, bashfully.

"Alright," he said, straightening up away from you. "You got it."

You still sat on the bed, looking unsure.

"So... what do we do?"

"Well, honey," he said, in a tone that felt more professional and less syrupy than it usually did. It was still alluring, but it lacked the romance that he usually used with you. Your heart thudded a little at the thought; he reserved that special tone for you and you alone.

"Go ahead and lean back for me. Lift that pretty lil' dress up."

You obeyed, leaning back against the small sofa that moments ago, you two had been canoodling on. With a small intake of breath, you reached for the hem of your dress and slowly pulled it over your thighs. You bit your lip.

"Now what?"

He grinned and your stomach tightened. It was no wonder that he was so popular at these parties; the way he charmed these girls was lethal. Kneeling down on the floor, he slotted himself between your open thighs. "You just relax, sweetheart, and let me do what I do best."

As his fingers neared your entrance, carefully pulling your panties to the side, you let out a gasp. His large, long fingers explored your cunt like he'd never been down there before and you let out a small, breathy gasp.

"Relax, honey..." he murmured.

You leaned your head back against the wall, exhaling hard. Even though you'd known him in every way possible, tasted him in every sense of the word, you were nervous. You felt like a virgin, shy and unsure.

Jimmy's fingers prodded your slick opening and carefully slid inside. Your cunt clenched, pulling him further in. Your body reacted positively, shuddering against his touch. Your hands dug into the cushions on either side, a long, drawn out whimper falling from your lips.

Abruptly, you reached for his bicep, and Jimmy softly shrugged it off. Your brows furrowed. Why?

"I appreciate that you wanna' touch me, but you gotta' keep your hands to yourself, alright?"

"I..."

And then you remembered. You'd asked for the Lobster Special. You'd wanted to know what the girls experienced, not what you experienced. Your whole body burned, yearning to touch him and pull him closer, to kiss him, to taste him. But you couldn't. That wasn't allowed.

"That's it, just ease into it. I'm here to make you feel good."

Your hips rocked against his fingers as he pumped in and out of your slick hole. His digits curled inside you, hitting a sensitive spot that made your whole body quiver in a euphoric daze, shivering and trying to force more contact.

The hot coil in your lower abdomen wound tighter, twisting around itself and putting an intense pressure on your core. You bit your lip hard, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Feel good?"

You nodded shakily.

"Good," he said, grinning brightly at you. Despite the fact that he was knuckles-deep inside of you, he was still casually doing it, performing a routine task for him. He'd seen one, he'd seen 'em all... at least, that's how it felt. He wasn't being reactive, he wasn't sweating.

At least, that's how it looked to you. Internally, Jimmy was fighting against his own urges. Every time he touched you, he wanted to touch every bit of you, to flick his tongue along your sweet, slickened folds and make you cry his name out loud enough that they could hear you in the main tent. He wanted to fuck you, make your whole body tremble with multiple orgasms.

"Oh god," you whispered. "Oh god."

"Yeah, that's it." He nodded, encouraging you.

The coil snapped. You didn't think it would, but it did. Jimmy felt the first throbbing contraction of your cunt and smiled brightly. Mission accomplished.

"So, about payment..."

"Oh, hush up!"

[oneluckygoose]

Ok I’m not a BitchKiller shipper and I never will be… BUT

Hear me out: they’ve never dated, never hooked up, never really talked, never even thought of each other that way.. and yet.

You can’t tell me they don’t interact with each other like crazy exs. Like for sure every other sentence is some personalized dig, every look they share is full of hatred and despise and crazed anger, they hate each other and they’d be at each other’s throats in an instant even though they’re forced to interact because of Reg. EVERYTHING they do fucking pisses the other one off (“Honestly, transfiguration doesn’t hold shit to potions. Like wtf are you doing to do with a cup that was once a rat?” “Why don’t you shove your fucking stir stick down your throat along with some fucking blackened toad testicles and choke on them so you can shut up for once, Crouch” “Oh I’m sorry, didn’t know you were in the conversation Mr ‘McGonagall’s fucking lapdog’” “And what are you going to do? Stir me clockwise three times? Maybe invite me to the Slugclub ‘cause Merlin knows that’d be the greatest form of punishment.” “You couldn’t even dream of going.” “And thank the Lord I don’t, sounds even worse than my usual nightmares where I have to tolerate you for more than three minutes.” “CAN YOU TWO ACTUALLY SHUT UP?”), like no matter what they say there’s something wrong with it. They have a habit of saying things that kinda make it sound like they’ve hooked up but no one can actually tell (“Last fuckin’ longer than Junior over there can”; “Please, anyone’s hair is better than that black rat’s nest, try to pull it and your hand gets stuck”; “Can’t stand tongue piercings, all you can taste is metal, I feel bad for Rosier.”; “Animal track tattoos, Reg? That just as basic as your brother’s paw print ones.” “He has paw print tattoos?” “You just can’t see them.”) They also have no qualms about vaguely referencing things from like four years ago that no longer have significance just to prove a point (“Crouch you can’t plug your ears for shit: you lost to a baby mandrake screech.” “THAT WAS IN SECOND YEAR YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE!” “History repeats itself.”; “Says the guy who once called Professor McGonagall ‘mum’.” “I didn’t even say it loudly how did you hear that?”) All of the people outside the friend group thinks they had to have dated but no one knows when and no one can get an answer from the others (it’s honestly starting to seem like they don’t even know). The rest of them, especially Regulus and James, are so fed up with it. Remus facepalms constantly, but Evan’ll reward a good remark on Barty’s end with a bite.

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI. I HATE AI.

[lesbianmarrow]

hiiiii can i get ur lesbian reading on willow's crush on xander. because i have my own thoughts but i wanna hear yours

this is such a fun question ehehehe. my answer will veer into headcanon/speculation and i may change my mind once i get farther into the show, but here's how i see it right now.

so i think there are a lot of factors at play! part of it is willow mistaking her platonic feelings for xander for romantic/sexual feelings, because she doesn't understand that there's like....something else that you can feel? if that makes sense? like i think that in her mind kissing and sex and stuff are just like a gesture to show someone how much you love them, not something that you have a desire for. like it's something you do to prove that you love each other the most. so in her mind she's like yes of course i want to kiss xander :3 because it would prove the strength of her love for him.

and i think a big factor is willow wanting to be like other girls, since she's a bit of a misfit socially. i think she clings to the idea of her and xander together as something that might maybe happen because it would make her a little bit more normal and conventional. willow isn't super bothered by people finding her weird, but i think the additional weirdness of not liking boys correctly is a daunting idea for her and something she doesn't want to believe is true for herself, so she pushes it to the back of her mind.

a lot of it is also just the environment she exists in and the framework by which she understands the world. girls like boys, and she is a girl, so she likes boys. and xander is the boy she's closest to, so obviously she must be in love with him. willow tends to have romantic ideas about the world, and i think the narrative of being in love with her best friend appeals to her. i think she imagines they'll grow up and get married someday, but she doesn't actually think about what that means besides having him in her life forever. willow is a very solitary person, and maybe a lonely one too. xander falling in love with her would be a surefire way for her to keep one of the only people she feels truly knows and understands her in her life. so she hopes that if her love for him is strong enough then maybe he'll never leave her and they'll have their fairytale ending.

i think it's also about her sense of self-worth. willow is very shy and probably struggles with feelings of inferiority (what teenager doesn't?). and she thinks that if she can attain xander's love, then that will prove she is worthy of love and respect. so the crush becomes less about attraction to him and more about proving her worth. the flip side of that is that since xander isn't interested in her in that way, that worsens her feelings of inferiority. i think she feels that, if she can only get him to love her, then everything will be perfect. a lot of what she seems to enjoy about dating oz is the personal validation and the social clout, and it would be similar with xander (though less social clout. lol).

but i think there's also a paradoxical aspect to her crush which is that deep down she senses that he isn't interested in her, and so that makes him a safe target for her to have a crush on, because he won't actually reciprocate. i think if he did genuinely show interest in her, she'd be happy for about ten minutes and then would panic and spiral. but since he never does, she can safely crush on him without having to worry about actually being with a boy or thinking about how she doesn't really want to be with boys.

i do feel like a lot of willow's performance of attraction for xander really is just performance. like she sees how buffy acts over boys and she tries to match that, because she wants to seem cool and mature just like buffy. when willow is ogling xander in a speedo, i don't think she really cares for the sight. i think she's just doing what she knows she's supposed to. and maybe she's fooling even herself! but she can't fool me ;)

i definitely think willow feels attracted to other girls and women but a) doesn't understand what it is (it's normal to think other girls are pretty, right?) and b) represses it really really hard. so her perception of herself is as a totally normal straight gal who likes boys :)

anyway when i was 14 i was majorly in love with this boy and i would fantasize about us sitting together holding hands and not saying anything. but the fantasy was all about me soaking up the validation of being chosen by him and good enough to be wanted by him. i think that's willow's fantasy too.

[milkbreadtoast]

I didn't see anyone else translating it so I went ahead and translated ep 46(s2 ep 1) of the TWSB webtoon! Enjoy... huff huff... (the ep can be read for free on WEBTOON KR)

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TWSB webtoon ep 46

(rough eng tl by milkbreadtoast)

y: woww...

y: So this is Yvelines!

g: It really is beautiful, your highness!

g: I think I just heard a seagull!

It seems the sea is close by.

(whoosh...)

y: I feel like I can live now...

y: Summer vacation really was a good idea!

a: Little prince, is your body okay now?

y: I've never felt better, Your Eminence. Thank you so much for graciously allowing me to accompany you both to Yvelines.

a: There's nothing to thank us for~ We were also planning on coming after all.

[Cardinal Aurelie Boutier: The empress's "religious partner." the one who saved Jesse(Yeseo) from the empire's heat.]

a: Isn't that right, Frédérique?

(step)

f: Well, I suppose.

Marquis Duhem agreed to vouch for your identity, and...

we couldn't just abandon someone who fainted despite it not even being that strong of heat wave.

[Frédérique Riester: The Riester Empire's Empress, and Cédric's Mother]

y: I, I thank you for your Imperial Benevolence...

(f: well, as long as you know.

a: so cheeky...)

a: Oh?

come to think of it, I don't see Duke Yvelines.

(step step)

attendant: I greet Her Majesty, the Sun that has descended to earth, and Her Eminence, the Cardinal. His Royal Highness, the Duke has gone to the outskirts of the territory to clear out pirates.

(y: ah, Benjamin! Can I talk to you for a second...

b: ?)

(whisper whisper)

y: By any chance, would you know what type of person Duke Yvelines might be?

f: (loudly) So you don't know who Duke Yvelines is?

y: UWAH-!

y: (y...you heard that;;) I apologize. It's true I don't know anything about the Duke, but I have read a fairy tale book written by the Duke's father, Grand Duke Yvelines.

(A book called "Kaboom! Yves' Grand Adventure"!)

f: Never mind the book. There's nothing to apologize for. That name is only used within the territory, so it'd be strange for the prince of the Holy Kingdom to know.

y: Ah... I see.

f: (Hmm~) But seeing your flustered expression right now...

It should be worth seeing a few days from now after we meet the Duke.

y: (Wh, what'd be worth seeing...?!)

(that smile is making me uneasy for some reason...)

a: Frédérique, don't tease the pure little prince so.

f: I never teased him. REAL teasing would be something like this:

(SMIRK)

f: From this moment forward, no one is allowed to tell Prince Jesse anything about Duke Yvelines.

That is an Imperial Decree.

y: (you're going that far just to tease one person?! I-isn't that a little too childish?!) (huff puff)

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[the North Sea, Moutet County]

(RUUUUMBLE)

(splash splash)

soldier: Young Countess! The pirate ship is fast approaching!!!

(clack clack/big strides)

e: Order the civilians to evacuate the beach immediately, pack only their valuables and take shelter at the Count's estate!

[Élisabeth Moutet: vice captain of the imperial guard, heir to Moutet County]

(c) wo~oah~!

c: A pirate ship really did appear, huh!!

[Christelle de Sarnez]

e: Yes, that's right. They don't show up every year, but they really are a troublesome bunch.

c: (hop) I see.

c: Ah, right! Would you mind if I lent a hand as well? (pat)

e: I'd be grateful for your help, Young Lady Sarnez.

c: Ah, could you call Teacher Johann and the priest as well? Just in case we might need their help.

e: Sure, let's do that. Marcian(?), you go on and deliver the Young Lady's message as well.

soldier: Yes, understood, Young Countess.

(BANG)

(KABANG)

(soldiers): DEFEND!

THE BASTARDS ARE APPROACHING THE DOCK!

(BOOOM)

e: Then I shall head to the frontline. I entrust the rear to you!

c: Please leave it to me!

c: hoo...

(PAAA...(water rushing)

Jesse: There's no need to get me a birthday present.

I'm fine with just a small souvenir.

(SHOOO (water rushing)

c: I wonder if a pirate ship can also count as a souvenir~~

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y: (I'm not curious.)

(I'm really not curious at all.)

(I've got my hands full with my own problems, so why should I bother caring about who Duke Yvelines is?)

(But back at the estate palace, didn't the chief chamberlain call the duke "His Royal Highness"..?)

chamberlain: How about some light refreshments while you get some air?

There is a grass lawn with a nice view that His Royal Highness the Duke likes to use when he reads.

y: ("His Royal Highness" the Duke..?)

y: (well, he is the son of a Grand Duke, and part of the Imperial Family, so "His Royal Highness" would be accurate.) (Anyway, I'm totally not curious at all, so let's not worry about it anymore...!)

b: Your Highness, do you need help?

y: I'm Definitely Definitely not curious or anything, but is there perhaps a particular reason why outsiders are not normally allowed entry into Yvelines?

(I just thought it might be disrespectful to know TOO little, so...) (Ahaha)

b: Yvelines was originally private land belonging to the Imperial Family.

This land was specially bestowed upon the Grand Duke, so only close family and guests are allowed to enter.

y: Ah, I see.

g: Your Highness, there's no need to think too impatiently about it. If you look around your surroundings, I'm sure you'll be able to find a clue before long.

y: Thanks for the consideration, both of you.

y: (now that I've learned some amount of info about Yvelines,

It's time to think about what's Really important now...)

(flip)

[notebook:

Sadie and the suspicious letter...

- Is Losna my middle name?

- Who is Usil?

- : a friend i don't know, Queen Christanne, Crown Princess Elise

- What did that Sadie punk do with the letter? (circled) ]

(First of all, his middle name... is something only Prince Jesse's family or very close friends could possibly know,

and just who could "Usil" be?) (Hmmm...)

(Usil, Usil...)

("I have faith that you are healthy and doing well. I hope that we can see each other again.")

y: (From the contents of the letter alone, it seems that Prince Jesse has someone out there worrying about him... The tone makes it seem like a friend or family member, but who could it be...?)

(what's more, all the letters and gifts that enter Juliette Palace are subject to inspection, so I wonder how they got past it.)

(If it was the Queen of the Holy Kingdom, she wouldn't have to go to such lengths as a secretive note, but since it wasn't sent through official means...)

(Wait, is it that they "couldn't" send it?!)

y: (Ah!) (Now that I think of it, during my interview with Sara Belliard I'm sure she said...)

sb: They say that the military collision at the border was the Crown Princess acting on her own.

In other words, the Prince Consort and Crown Princess's wills are not aligned. (/The Crown Princess does not agree with what the Prince is trying to do.)

y: (If the owner of the letter really was Crown Princess Elise...

Does that mean there's someone on my side in the Holy Kingdom?!)

y: (No, let's not jump to conclusions.)

(Dame Belliard did say it was just a rumor,

and it could still be a third party.)

(GRROWWLLL...)

g: (Haha...) Wow, your highness! I guess the refreshments must not have been enough?

b: It's a bit early, but I will tell them to prepare dinner.

y: Th, thank you. ;

(step step)

y: (My stomach is nice and full now but...

I still feel way too unsatisfied.) (Hmmm....)

y: (Who is Usil,

and does Sadie still have Usil's letter..?)

(It doesn't seem like he would've handed something this important off to someone else, but...)

y: (hmm..) (Just what is he thinking..?

...Can I trust the Imperial Prince?)

(halt)

y: Huh.

y: The door to one of the rooms is open?

They did tell me that I can enter any room if the door is open, so I guess I'll take a small look around.

(creeak)

(step step) ?!

y: Why is Prince Consort Alexandre's portrait here?

...Don't tell me.

Ah, I get it now.

THAT PERSON must be Duke Yvelines!

--

(crackle..)

soldier: Your Royal Highness, It seems that the pirate sweep will finish even sooner than usual.

c: I'm sure it is thanks to Margrave Moutet's hard work.

soldier: It seems Your Royal Highness will be able to return tomorrow morning. Shall I arrange for you to head to the bell tower when the sun rises?

c: No, I will visit Her Majesty and Her Eminence first.

soldier: I have received word that the two esteemed individuals will also be heading to the bell tower...

...and Prince Jesse will be accompanying them.

c: (Pause)

(Tap)

c: In that case, --

voice: PIRATE SHIP! IT'S A PIRATE SHIP--!

(whooosh)

EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR RANKS!

soldier: Your Royal Highness, shall I send word to Yvelines?

c: There's no need. (step step)

(FLARE-)

c: We will finish them off before Her Majesty finds out.

[setacin]

welsknight! also known as the time i forgot how long it takes to render metal LMAO

[asphodeline-lutea]

How Forgetting Almost Everything can Help You Reach Tomorrow: The Importance of the "Amnesia Plot" of Book 12 (and how it might be Dissociative Amnesia)

The amnesia plot at the start of Book 12 is more than often seen as out of place, unnecessary, or even ridiculous. Sure, why have the main character lose his memory all of a sudden? To make the story more intriguing, perhaps, or to show his determination to become king and his willpower?

But as we all know, accidents happen for a reason.

The same applies to the amnesia of Book 12.

Suppose that Hiccup did not get amnesia, he will know that he had lost the Things, and the possibility of him becoming King has been severely reduced.

It has always been one of Hiccup's deepest fears that the Lost Things he had found would fall into the wrong hands, enabling Alvin to become king, causing the destruction of dragons, and the suffering of the humans. Now, it seems that this fear is very close to becoming reality.

To add to all of it, Snotlout had just sacrificed himself so that Hiccup could live and become King. If Hiccup did not become King, then Snotlout’s death would be in vain, and he would be failing Snotlout's trust and faith in him. We see more than once in later parts of Book 12, where he repeatedly states that he is doing this because of Snotlout. (“The very least that Hiccup could do was to make absolutely sure that Snotlout's sacrifice was worth it./ He HAD to do this.”-Book 12, p188; “I take this Crown in honor of Snotlout.” -Book 12, p221) (Not to mention that he was probably traumatized by Snotlout's death -any thought about this must have been very painful.)

But how, exactly, was he going to do so in this situation? He had none of the Things, only about one day's time until the coronation, and the borders of Tomorrow will be closed, so he would not be able to enter. This really seemed hopeless now- He had been in seemingly hopeless situations before, but none as dark and with stakes as high as this one.

If Hiccup was to go on without amnesia, then he would be under great pressure to become King, while facing serious difficulties, and yet this burden of fear and grief and guilt would be so much heavier than anything he had ever experienced. He could easily fall into the “all my fault” loop of self-blame and despair. If so, then how hard would it be for him to gather all the remaining strength in him to make himself continue to go forward?

Even if he had all his memories, he might have to try to suppress some of them (“I’ll think about it tomorrow”-Book 11, p308), in order to prevent himself from sinking into the pain of them, and keep himself going.

So, ironically, the amnesia could be seen as the kindness of Fate, or a rare example of the remaining bits of kindness in Cressida.

So you see, the amnesia plot was necessary to the story.

But wait- there's more to this plot.

What if the amnesia was not, or not only, caused by a hit to the head?

What if Hiccup himself, consciously or unconsciously, induced that amnesia on himself, to block out the pain, so he could go on towards Tomorrow? Though this would imply that he already knew he lost the Things before he woke up. But it is possible that he had already realized it subconsciously.

(I know I'm going more into speculative grounds now, but since Cressida wrote it as so, then it is open to interpretations, as long as they are logical enough within the story.)

Searching on the Internet, I found this:

Dissociative amnesia.

You see how this could actually fit into the story?

(I am no expert about dissociative amnesia, if I get anything wrong feel free to correct me.)

Forgetting one’s identity; memory loss of everything within a long period; amnesia affecting events but not learnt skills (such as speaking Dragonese or tying a kind of knot)- these are all characteristics of dissociative amnesia.

Especially the part where Hiccup regains his memory with help from Toothless- all memories returned, suddenly and forcefully, like a door swinging open. This happens with dissociative amnesia, where the memories are intact but blocked from consciousness to protect the person, but not with organic amnesia, where the memories are damaged, and usually cannot be completely cured.

(A small detail: with this approach, the fact that his memories about Snotlout returned later than the rest, might suggest that this was part of the trauma that caused the amnesia.)

In addition, in his amnesia state, Hiccup still seems to know that he must get to Tomorrow. Even though he was exhausted, ragged, barely alive, and had no conscious idea of why he was doing this, "something within him" made him push on towards Tomorrow. This fits in with the dissociative amnesia hypothesis.

Of course, I'm not saying that this is the "correct" explanation, Cressida might or might not have intended it to be dissociative amnesia, but since she wrote it in such a way, then it is open to this kind of interpretation.

However, this approach, interpreting the amnesia plot as dissociative amnesia, would be logical and connected with the previous events and Hiccup's character. And of course, it brings forth much more pain and emotional angst.

[arcanacenturia]

GOOD OMENS 2 SPOILERS

Something's so not right in S2 though.

The only time we "see" God is whenever she talks to Job and just blabbers stuff at him because she's bored af and doesn't have anybody to speak with except maybe the Metatron.

When Aziraphale tries to talk directly to God in S1, the Metatron tells him "Speaking to me is speaking to God" and categorically refuses to listen to Aziraphale's request.

That's weird. That's so weird.

We have no proof that he's actually relaying all this information to God. She hasn't appeared to anyone in centuries. He's also aware of Aziraphale's will to stop the arma-fucking-geddon.

He's aware of Azi's relation to Crowley.

As I've seen stated somewhere on Tumblr earlier, he's aware that just by trying to perform a teeny tiny miracle together they performed a huge ass one that triggered alarms in Heaven and succeeded in separating the two, because he's aware, and could be scared, of their combined powers.

Okay but why would he need to separate them?

A second too late, he told Aziraphale about The Second Coming, which is most likely linked to a new Armageddon again.

Related to that, we never heard God herself about the destruction of earth. Anything said about it is told by other characters. Note to myself: list up who talked about it.

The Metatron seems to be hiding something. Unlike the other (arch-)angels he's not naïve, he wears a black coat, he doesn't sugarcoat his speech to humans (and my synesthesia says he speaks Spiky, and not a good spiky).

I think it's also noteworthy that Crowley & Aziraphale don't communicate, not with words, Crowley never told Aziraphale about what Gabriel told him but he also never told Aziraphale what he found out about Gabriel in S2. He never told Aziraphale that his bosses were planning to restart Armageddon until Gabriel went Nah, that it's the reason the Metatron demoted him. He demoted the current Prince of Heaven for stopping it, then promoted Aziraphale, who is a lot more tame and also has been a cause of Armagenope to fail, to lead it.

I don't think Crowley fell because he asked questions to God. I think he sauntered vaguely downwards because he asked too many questions to the Metatron, that would put his plan in danger.

This bitch is SHADY AS FUCK and I'm honestly so eager, so curious to see what he (and season 3) is going to bring us. I wonder if he's lived among the humans, too. Besides, I feel like he's going to try (and maybe manage) and use Azi as his marionnette for whatever stuff he's preparing.

And I feel whatever he's preparing is really against God.

Thank you Neil Gaiman for this ending because even if it HURTS it's so interesting. There are so many things that could be going on behind the heartbreak. I could be going on about how Crowley probably even found out part of what happened. I've seen people speculate with good arguments that Crowley lost part of his memory after falling, and if it is the case that could be another thing done to prevent Crowley from stopping the Metatron.

There is SO MUCH that could be, so much that WILL be, and so little that we can know.

No matter in what form, I'm so excited to see how this will develop in the future.

[imaginarycircus]

Mr. Bertram Wilberforce Wooster sends his fond regards.