#idk it's personal but I wanted to share it

[mochisquish]

Things I was convinced were going to happen in Sonic 3 and didn't:

stobotnik dance TOGETHER (Jeff pick up your phone I just want to talk)

Shared coffee moment between Stone and Shadow. idk if Shadow eating coffee beans isn't canon enough to put in the movie, but it would've been funny, and seemed like a given since Stone loves coffee, too.

Tom's grandfather being the one to shoot Maria. I felt like they teased this in the first film by saying Tom's family has protected Green Hills for (specifically) 50 years, meaning there's a history of law enforcement, which could include GUN. Shadow did hurt Tom but it wasn't because of a personal vendetta. Maybe they thought it was too much for the kiddos, but the drama and emotions would've been untouchable.

Callback to the scene where Robotnik says his machines are everything to him. I desperately needed Robotnik to tell Stone, "You're everything to me." I think there was a callback to practically everything else Robotnik ever said, and I kept waiting to hear this line. The betrayal I feel is permanent and immense.

[shiny-jr]

PLAGIARISM UPDATE!

So, maybe I should not have said: "Hopefully this will have been the last we see of plagiarizer Kristynaka1." Perhaps from the exterior it may have seemed like it's been over, but it hasn't. Again, I've tried to deal with this silently in the background. However, my hands are tied at this point and I believe it's best to go public with this once again.

Let's rewind it a bit, shall we? In order to give y'all the full picture of what is going on.

DECEMBER 26, 2024

The story containing the plagiarism is deleted. Oh, what a joyous day. I had figured that would be the end of it, as there's nothing left to do but move on. But, as usual, I was proven wrong.

DECEMBER 27, 2024

I was made aware of an announcement post the plagiarizer made which I will share here. Keep in mind, to my knowledge I was still blocked but others alerted me and shared evidence with me.

Not too long after, I receive a message in my inbox. A message that states they were a neutral user on the issue but accused me of bullying.

I was initially suspicious of this message, but I decided to take their words into consideration. I asked others of their honest thoughts and opinions, because I genuinely wanted to know if I did anything wrong. Most agreed that the user truly didn't sound like they were a neutral party, and that it was likely the plagiarizer themself or a friend of theirs.

Later, I received a dm with practically the same message.

So what do I do? I block them. Perhaps that was wrong of me, and they accuse me of doing the same that they did when they blocked me. But I ask you to consider. Why would I want to continue to entertain this notion of accusations and messages when the ordeal is supposed to be over?

It's around this point where I'm notified by others that comments are continuously being made to defend me. These comments were appearing on the plagiarizer's Wattpad profile, often arguing with the plagiarizer only to get their commented deleted or profile blocked. But it was slowly and continuous. Which is one of the main reasons I am making this post, and is something I will address towards the end in more detail.

Later, I am notified by a few people that the user seen in the screenshot above, let's refer them to as IDK, was messaging multiple users asking for help and their opinion on the matter. IDK created a post accusing me of bullying. While these are heavy accusations, I personally see no truth in them. Again, since I had asked the honest opinion of others earlier when first messaged in my inbox.

Not too long after, I receive another very similar message in my inbox from an anon user. I don't even try to entertain it. I block the user, because at this point, it has become a form of spam or harassment.

The first comment and like on the bullying accusation post was made by a user named Kryllia. Basically they seemed to support what was said in the post. I bring them up because the post happened on a profile with no other posts or visible likes or reblogs. And if you see the current comments, which I won't show here because there are too many, their manner of speech is very similar to Kristynaka's own. Which is why I believe it might be an alt account or a friend of theirs. I also believe this because this account is blocked from my view, and I don't recall ever manually blocking this user, so it must've been them who sent one of the messages in my inbox on anon.

Anyways, those that were messaged by IDK and alerted me, informed me that their own opinions did not align with this new user's claim of neutrality. The post gained a bit of attention, but I attempted to do some damage control by messaging users privately to please keep this under wraps as I didn't want this spiraling out of hand. To which they all obliged and were very respectful.

I had assumed that this would fizzle out and nothing would happen. I was wrong. Now I had users alerting me to comments being made on Tumblr and on Wattpad.

DECEMBER 28, 2024

Now is probably a good time to bring up Teenfic.net and Penana. Just to remind you all. Some research was done and we found both the user and the copied stories on these sites. DO NOT go to these sites, as they are both ridden with malware!

Teenfic appears to be a mirror site that copies stories from Wattpad, so it likely saw the story from Wattpad and copied it. While Penana is a smaller and highly suspicious website where the plagiarizer likely created an account and posted the copied story since they were banned off Quotev and the story was taken off Wattpad. I'm not too concerned with Penana, since it's also full of malware and there's hardly any traction.

I will take the time to say that if you see any stories that are highly similar to mine, please make me aware privately before doing anything else! I imagine this plagiarizer will continue to use other people's work and claim it as their own. I will bring this up again later with more screenshots.

JANUARY 2, 2025

I'm notified by others that the user Kryllia has commented on the bullying accusation post again. Now, after reading their recent comments, they sound more and more like the plagiarizer Kristynaka. However, I'll let you be the judge of that.

So from the looks of it, their plan is to get my account deleted and also to feed original work into AI and claim the result as their own work. Which is not how writing works.

JANUARY 3, 2025

Today I made the decision to finally go public with this information. However, not for the reason y'all may suspect. I want to be honest with my readers. Although I truly believe there is no reason for my account to be banned, I just wanted to put this out there in case it does happen.

Most importantly, the main reason I wanted to make this post was because I want to discourage anymore interactions with the plagiarizer or their alts/friends. Please, no more comments or posts about it. While I appreciate any attempts that were made to defend me, I would like them to stop now as this is only prolonging the conflict. However, if anything does come up, please message me privately.

I would like this to stop, and the situation to end. I realize that it may not go according to plan, but I would rather not acknowledge anything else said by the plagiarizer or her proxies anymore unless the need to arises again.

Thank you to my readers and anyone reading this post. As I said above, please do not engage in any interactions with them, and I encourage you to share this post in the possible scenario that Kristynaka really does uses AI to copy from my works or others again in the future.

[antiquepearlss]

Something that’s really cool about the Varian And The Seven Kingdoms Mini-Series that plays in my head occasionally, is how the writers treat Varian’s villain arc.

It’s something he keeps hidden. Because while yes, his past is something he’s made peace with, and is even something he can joke about with his friends. But it’s one thing to joke about something with your friends who see you as an equal, to joke about it with people who were there and affected.

But it’s almost impossible to bring up around people you’re supposed to be leading, around people who you recently met. He’s trying to earn the trust of Yong, Nuru, and Hugo. He needs to earn their respect so they trust him to lead them through the trials, not to mention the fact that Nuru and Yong are both children.

So instead of Varian ever mentioning his past- a fabled man named “The Alchemist” is brought up. Yong hears about him at the market, and asks about him at the camp fire, where Nuru regales him with the tale of The Alchemist who tried to take over Corona- the ruthless scientist who took the queen hostage, experimented on animals, and tried to kill the princess. As she goes on, she gives Yong a story that is clearly filled with exaggerations and lies, scaring him. This only furthers Varian’s desire to keep quiet about everything. Throughout the series The Alchemist is brought up again, always in a negative light. Varian always shuts down any conversation about the mythical being.

And Hugo gets suspicious.

On their way to Corona, the episode before the two-part finale, they’re walking through the woods and find Varian’s old wanted poster, and he confesses to everything.

Nuru and Yong are understandably upset and set up their tents elsewhere- having no desire to be around the person who lied to them all year, even if they understand his side of the story. It’s still a hurtful betrayal to learn that someone isn’t who you thought they were…

But Hugo stays. Hugo put it together long ago, and even if he didn’t, he knows that sometimes a part of yourself is best kept hidden- or a part of yourself shouldn’t be revealed until you’re ready. He consoles Varian, confirms he still trusts him, and assures him that Nuru and Yong will eventually forgive him too. Varian is incredibly moved by the support and affection.

The two even almost share a kiss, before they notice a blue lantern float towards them. Like one of Rapunzel’s birthday lanterns- but blue and being powered by chemical vials, with The Brotherhood’s emblem stamped on. (The fact that Rapunzel sent birthday lanterns for Varian to lead him back home from his journey made me tear up a little.)

Idk I just thought that was a really sweet way the writers handled that storyline and I love the special moment between Varian and Hugo that foreshadows the finale…

[goatgoatgoat7778]

I swear I draw more than rainworld stuff, this is just somehow the only stuff that ends up getting posted! I probably outta start posting sketches and stuff to balance things out lol. 

Not to mention that this isn't even the original direction I was gonna take with Scratch. I was going to have him form a bond with an iterator who was studying slugcat language. Originally the iterator would help him out of pity (and to study his language), but would later realize he's kind of a gluttonous jerk and would only work with him begrudgingly to further their studies. I might still do something with that, but chronologically it takes place before this story. Oh well. Non-chronological story-telling just makes it more artsy or something lmao

Anyway, story:

Warnings: painful hunger, Scratch questions whether he’s a good person and it might be kinda heavy? idk, he's going through a redemption arc

Wake never thought that the first slugcat he’d end up bunking with would be such an ass. 

 He tried his best to be courteous when they first met! The edible flora in the region had been scarce the past few cycles and it seemed the other slugcat (Scratch, as he would later introduce himself) had been hit by the famine, given the audible rumbling coming from his stomach as he fixated on the large centipede at Wake’s feet. His stomach gave a groan to remind him that he’d also been affected by the famine, but he stifled it with a hand as he offered to share his meal. It had been a long time since he had company, and Wake was more than happy to eat a smaller portion if it meant making a friend. Surely, he thought, that such an act could only lead to friendship.

Scratch apparently didn’t view the exchange in quite the same light. Instead of sharing, he demanded Wake give him the whole centipede, so the breaking of bread turned into a tug-of-war which escalated into a full on wrestling match. They broke it up when it started to rain, knowing they only had a few moments to get to shelter before it grew dangerously heavy.

It was clear that Scratch wasn’t as acquainted with the area as Wake, and though Wake was mad about the fight, he wouldn’t dare leave a slugcat to die. He grabbed Scratch’s hand and pulled him beneath the water where the nearest shelter was. Usually it would be easy enough to swim down there, but the added weight of Scratch, who refused to so much as even kick his legs in assistance, and the massive centipede he refused to let go of, made the short trip feel like a high-intensity workout. 

Wake pulled them into the shelter. The automatic door slammed shut behind them and the excess water drained through the floor. Scratch took a few gasping breaths and shook himself off while Wake flopped onto his back, muscles burning from the unexpected exercise. The only thing he wanted to do was stuff himself with centipede and take a long nap. But Scratch had other plans. Which is to say, Scratch had the exact same plan.

Before Wake could even process what was happening, Scratch ate the entire centipede by himself, leaving nothing but the hard inedible shells behind. He then nestled himself in the opposite corner of the shelter, giving no acknowledgement to Wake for either the meal or saving his life. Absolutely ungrateful!

Now, Scratch was fast asleep while Wake jealously watched his large belly grumble contently. Wake rolled over onto his back, and rested one hand on his horribly empty stomach. He swore he could feel it devouring the excess fat on his belly in real time, each rumble further hollowing out the space between his ribs. It wasn’t the first time he’d been through a starvation cycle, but it had been quite a while since the last time he had and he really wasn’t used to it.

Another deep growl erupted and he found himself a bit embarrassed about the noise but secretly hoping the noise would wake Scratch up. If he had to go without food, it was only fair that Scratch should go without sleep. It was petty, but an eye for an eye was enticing when you lost yours first.

For the time being, all he could do was imagine the closest places to get food from the shelter as he waited for sleep to take him. Maybe the flora would be grown by the time the shelter opened back up- otherwise he could go for something meaty and filling. Bubble fruit, glow weed, jellyfish, lizards… or a centipede even bigger and juicier than the one from before, all to himself. The thought caused a twinge in his stomach, and suddenly a loud groan emerged from his middle, echoing through his empty digestive tract and rumbling from his rib cage down to his navel. He quickly pressed his hands into his stomach to stifle the noise. Now this was just ridiculous! 

Scratch’s stomach was constantly noisy due to his ever-present hunger, and he was able to tune it out for the most part- but when the growling got to a certain volume, he knew he had to listen. He rolled over onto his side, his large stomach stretched out in front of him. He propped his head up with one hand and rubbed his stomach with the other, as that seemed to be the only way to calm it down while waiting for the shelter’s doors to unlock. Though weirdly he felt full, at least full enough to where his stomach shouldn’t be making such a loud and hollow growl like the one that just woke him up.

He rubbed his eyes and peered into the darkness.When he saw the slugcat next to him, pressing his hands into his stomach as it shook beneath him, he finally recalled the events that led them there. His adversary, he remembered, had been quite thin during their first interaction, but he looked even thinner now. Deep in the back of his mind, for the first time, a twinge of guilt manifested itself. Surely such a thin slugcat needed that centipede more than Scratch did, yet he tried to share with Scratch anyways. And then he saved Scratch’s life, only for Scratch to repay him by gorging himself and leaving nothing behind. Okay, so maybe Scratch messed up. In fact, maybe it’s not the first time he had messed up. There wasn’t much he could do about it now, but at least he could try to make it up to Wake.

What’s that thing called when you say something to someone so they get over a bad thing you did? It started with an “a” I think… apple? appal, aplo, abe, aps….  I can’t remember! I’ll figure it out later.

Scratch sat himself next to Wake, who looked at him with those unusual pupiled eyes. “You seem hungry,” he said, still racking his brain for that forsaken word.

Wake furrowed his eyebrows. Another growl tore through his stomach as he curled his body in to stifle it. “Go figure.”

“Okay look, I should have shared the centipede or whatever. I feel like… bad about it.” Scratch rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as his more complex thoughts struggled to manifest themselves as words. 

 If he was being truly honest with himself, would the seed of guilt be able to sprout through his words so that Wake could see it? Or would it be even more clear to him how selfish Scratch was, manipulating Wake into showing him forgiveness and tacit permission to continue his self-serving lifestyle? Scratch always avoided thinking too hard about whether he was a “decent” person and he certainly avoided talking about it. If he confined them in his brain, they were just transient thoughts with no real weight to them. But if he said them out loud, they would become real, something that could become part of the consciousness of others and something to be validated. He knew others wouldn’t look at him favorably if he said what he was thinking. He kept this thought inside, too.

  Hunger was much easier for him to understand; it’s that gnawing in your stomach that feels like a black hole pulling in energy and fat and muscle from the body, refusing to quit even in the absence of food. This black hole also pulled the thoughts from his head. Anything that wasn’t related to his hunger, or satiating it, was dragged into the event horizon until the singularity at the pit of his stomach churning the thoughts into an aching nothingness, and forcing Scratch’s attention on his innate need for food. It was a simple, predictable, and necessary cycle, but he didn’t know how to balance that with overindulgence. At some point, the black hole of his stomach became a supermassive black hole and he, an obsessive astrophysicist.

It had been a long time since the instinct of satiating oneself was overshadowed by another- the instinct to take care of one’s own. At the end of the day, he would do what he instinctively felt like doing, regardless of whether he could justify it or not (and for once, he could).

“I don’t have food but I could try to help with… y’know.” He gestured to Wake’s stomach as it lurched hungrily. “Making it a bit more tolerable until the rain stops.”

Wake blinked, his expression softening. He was never one to hold a grudge, especially when his curiosity was piqued. “How?”

Scratch reached over and placed a hand on Wake’s stomach, gently circling it as the riotous gut rumbled against the pressure, somehow even louder than it was before. It was soft and cool, and Scratch could feel Wake tensing his ab muscles before his stomach let out another groan. “It won’t help if you don’t relax. Your stomach will growl whether you want it to or not, so there’s no use trying to hide it.”

Wake let out a long breath as he let his muscles loosen. Scratch was clearly very good at tending to tumultuous tummies; he seemed to know exactly where to rub to ease the pressure where his stomach twisted in its fruitless effort to devour the various foods Wake had been imagining. His eyes closed as the wave of hunger began to die down but they fluttered open when he felt Scratch move from rubbing his stomach to rubbing his cheeks and running his fingers through his feathery gills. 

“I was just curious to see how they felt,” he explained as he pulled his arms back and lied back down. “Goodnight, I guess.” 

Wake, not quite wanting the affection to stop but not going to push it, mumbled, “can you get closer? You’re warm.”

“Sure,” Scratch replied, scooting until his back was resting against Wake’s front. Wake wrapped his arms around him and rested his cheek against his shoulder. Scratch wasn’t sure if Wake was fully cognizant of what he was doing or if he was always this touchy-feely with other slugcats. But as certain as he was that he would wake up hungry in the morning, he was certain of one thing; hugs feel nice.

[genderlessdude92]

The Static She Loves

PAIRING: ALASTOR X F!READER

SUMMARY: Y/N and Alastor navigate a tumultuous relationship marked by Alastor’s inner demons and his fear of vulnerability. After an intense argument and a moment of emotional and physical connection, Y/N’s unwavering love forces Alastor to confront his self-loathing and open up to her support. Despite the chaos surrounding them, their bond grows stronger as they choose to face their fears and flaws together.

WARNINGS: MAJOR ANGST TO FLUFF/SMUT, Straight up explicit content, Emotional theme, Alastor, Already in a relationship, Arguments, Violence, Toxic Relationship Dynamics (not entirely though), Self doubt, Strong language, Slight mental health triggers, Hell, A LITTLEEEE BITTT ooc Alastor…ur mom idk bye OH fic is 4.3k words

NOTICE: please don’t copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But…thanks for liking my work !! >.<

Requests are open, Support is highly appreciated!

〰ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ..。.:*･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧₊enjoy!~

The door to Alastor’s shared room creaked open, and Y/N stepped tentatively inside, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space. The room was a reflection of its inhabitant: chaotic yet strangely charming, with a certain charm that could only be attributed to Alastor's peculiar sense of order. The flickering lights of the Hazbin Hotel cast an eerie glow across the cluttered shelves and the large, inviting bed in the center of the room. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew was to come.

Alastor and Y/N, earlier, had gotten into an argument about how Alastor had been recklessly pushing Y/N away due to his “personal affairs” out in hell and whatnot. He had not been letting Y/N into his…heart, trully.

Alastor looked up from his seat near the bayou, his expression a maelstrom of emotions. She could see the turmoil in his eyes, the war between his fears and the love he felt for her. He was a creature of darkness, and yet she saw the flicker of hope that she brought to him, the light that made him question his very nature.

The silence stretched taut between them, the air thick with the scent of rain and the electric charge of their emotions. Y/N watched as Alastor struggled with the tumult within him, his eyes flickering with the same chaotic energy that danced around the room.

Finally, he spoke, his voice raw with vulnerability. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Y/N. If I let you in, you might not like what you see. I’ve done terrible things—things that could never be undone.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his, her resolve unshaken. “Alastor, I know you’re not perfect. Neither am I. But that’s what makes us who we are, and I still choose to love you. I want to be there for you, to help you carry the weight of your past. We all have our demons. I just want to be your angel in this messed-up situation of ours.”

Alastor’s expression softened at her words, the static in his eyes fading slightly. “You’re too good for me,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the power that surged within him.

“Maybe I am, but that’s not for you to decide,” she said, leaning into his touch. “I choose to love you, flaws and all. Now, tell me what’s been going on with you. I can handle it, I promise.”

Alastor took a deep breath, his eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt or fear. But all he found was the warmth of her love, unyielding and unconditional. He sighed, the weight of his secrets heavy on his chest. “You know I’ve been dealing with my past in the mortal world. But what you don’t know is that I’ve also been dealing with the repercussions here, in Hell.”

The words hung in the air, thick and heavy like the humidity outside the Hotel. Y/N felt her heart clench with a mix of worry and curiosity. “What do you mean?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant sounds of The crickets in the Bayou.

Alastor's grip on her cheek tightened for a moment before he let go, his hand dropping to his side. He took a step back, pacing the room, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. "The sins of my past, the ones I've been trying to atone for... They're not just haunting me, they're becoming a part of my present. Someone's been stirring up trouble, bringing up things I've long buried." He looked at her sternly, “You will, however, not get into my business.”

Y/N's eyes searched his, seeing the turmoil bubbling just beneath the surface. "But Alastor, I care about you. I want to help," she pleaded, her voice soft and steady. "We're in this together."

He stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat. "You don't understand," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. "The things I've done, the lives I've ruined... It's not just about facing the consequences. It's about not letting you get caught up in it all."

Y/N stepped closer to him, reaching out to grasp his hand. "I do understand," she said firmly. "And I'm not going anywhere. We can face this together."

Alastor's expression remained torn, his eyes flickering between doubt and hope. "What if I'm too much for you?" he whispered, the static in his voice crackling with fear.

"I'll always be here, no matter what," Y/N assured him, her grip on his hand tightening. "I love you, and I want to help you through this."

Alastor closed his eyes, the warmth of her touch seeping into his very soul. He knew she meant every word, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. For so long, he had been alone, wielding his power with a reckless abandon that had left a trail of destruction in his wake. The thought of losing her, of her seeing the true monster within him, was almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he stepped back, his hand sliding from hers. "No," he said, his voice shaking with the effort of holding back his emotions. "You can't handle it, Y/N. I can't let you be part of this."

The words hit her like a slap, and she felt her eyes well with tears. "Alastor, please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I want to help you."

But the radio demon just shook his head, his eyes filled with a pain that was palpable. "You don't know what you're asking," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "I've hurt people before, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you too."

The air grew thick with tension as Y/N took a step back, her hand falling to her side. "Then tell me," she demanded, her voice shaking. "Let me in, Alastor. I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, the shadows in the room seeming to pulse with his growing anger. "You don't know what you're talking about," he spat, the static around him growing louder. "You're just a foolish little angel, playing with fire."

Y/N's eyes flashed, her determination unyielding. "I'm not just playing, Alastor! I love you, and I want to be with you, through everything!" she yelled back, her voice echoing off the walls.

"You don't know what you're saying!" Alastor's voice grew louder, his fists clenching at his sides. "You think you can just waltz in here and save me? I'm beyond saving!" The static in the room grew to a deafening roar, the shadows around him dancing with malevolent intent.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she shouted back, "I know what I'm saying! And I know that you're worth fighting for, even if you can't see it!"

Alastor's form grew more tense, his shadows swirling in agitation. "You think you can just fix me, don't you? Make all the bad things go away?" His voice was laced with anger and a hint of desperation, the static in his eyes crackling like a live wire, “You don’t get it, Y/N! I’m not some broken toy you can mend with a band-aid and a kiss!”

Y/N’s eyes were filled with a fiery determination. "I'm not trying to fix you, Alastor! I just want to be here for you!" she shouted, taking another step closer. "You're not a monster to me!"

The room trembled with the intensity of their argument, the very fabric of hell seeming to pulse with the emotions that surged between them. Alastor's eyes grew wide with fear, his shadows swelling in size. "Back away," he roared, his voice thundering like a beast's growl.

Y/N didn't flinch. "No, Alastor! You're not going to push me away again!" she screamed, her voice strong despite the tremble in her chest. She stepped closer, her eyes blazing with a fierce love that was met with his own fiery anger.

The shadows grew, stretching from the corners of the room to wrap around them, the air charged with the static of his power. "You don't get it!" he bellowed, his eyes flashing with a mix of pain and anger. "You're too good for this, for me!"

Without warning, a jolt of energy shot from Alastor's hand, slamming into the wall behind Y/N. The impact sent a shower of plaster raining down, and she stumbled, a cry escaping her lips as she was thrown backward. She felt a searing pain as one of the shadows lashed out, catching her arm and leaving a smoldering trail of agony in its wake.

Alastor's eyes widened in horror as he saw what he had done. The static in the room grew deafening, his power spiraling out of control as he rushed to her side. "Y/N!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear and guilt.

Y/N lay on the bed, her arm seared by the shadow's touch, her body trembling with shock. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror, and he could see the doubt in her gaze. He had hurt her, and it was the last thing he ever wanted. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the static.

Gently, Alastor cradled her in his arms, his own form quaking with the effort of holding back the power that threatened to consume him. He tried to soothe her, stroking her hair and whispering apologies, his touch as tender as a feather. He knew he had to leave, to protect her from the monster that lived within him, but the thought of letting her go was unbearable.

The truth was, though, her unspoken truth, was that she understood why he freaked out.

She could never get mad at him…yet there he is…thinking she hates him for than the cause of her death. He was wrong, she wasn't mad. She was terrified. Terrified that he would push her away again. Terrified that she had lost him forever. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the love she knew was there, but all she saw was fear and doubt.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Alastor, please don't go."

He hesitated, his grip tightening around her, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. He knew he had to give her space, to let her heal from the pain he had caused. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I'll just make it worse if I stay."

Gently, he placed her on the bed, the mattress groaning beneath their combined weight. She watched him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears, as he took a step back. Each inch that grew between them felt like a mile, a chasm of doubt and fear threatening to swallow them whole. He reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze before letting go. "I'll be back," he promised, though the words sounded hollow even to his own ears.

Then and there, he left for his office.

(σ´∀`)σ . . .

The Evening After . . .

Y/N stood in the hallway, the walls seemingly closing in around her. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions raging within her. She had never felt so alone, so unsure. But she knew she had to face Alastor, had to bridge the chasm that had opened up between them. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock on the door to his office.

The wood was cool to the touch, a stark reminder of the coldness that had settled between them. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest, and after a moment, she heard a faint click. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. Alastor's shadow loomed large, a silent sentinel that stepped aside to allow her entry. She swallowed hard and stepped into the lion's den, her eyes immediately seeking out the radio demon who had become so much more than just a roommate to her.

He was sitting at his desk, his back to her, the glow of a single candle casting deep shadows across his broad shoulders. The sight of him, so strong yet so tormented, filled her with a fierce determination to show him that she was not afraid, that she was not going anywhere. "Alastor," she said softly, her voice barely carrying across the space.

He tensed, the muscles in his back rippling like the surface of a lake disturbed by a thrown stone. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone gruff, his voice heavy with the weight of the guilt that had been consuming him since their argument.

Y/N closed the door behind her, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes never leaving his silhouette. "I just want to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "About what happened last night."

Alastor's shoulders slumped, but he didn't turn around. "There's nothing to talk about," he replied, his voice tight. "I hurt you, and I'm sorry. But that's just who I am."

Y/N felt a surge of frustration mixed with love for this stubborn, complex man. She walked up to him and placed her hand gently on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. "Alastor, that's not all you are," she said firmly. "You're also the one who has shown me kindness in this hellish place, who has made me feel seen and heard, and who has made me feel alive again."

He flinched at her touch, and she knew she had hit a nerve. For a moment, she feared she had pushed too hard. But then, slowly, he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of anger or judgment. All he found was love and determination. "How can you still care for me after what I did?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing as she met his gaze. "Because love isn't about ignoring the bad, Alastor. It's about seeing the good and choosing to stand by someone's side, no matter what," she replied, her voice steady and strong. "You're not a monster to me. You're the one who's been there for me when no one else was."

Alastor's eyes searched hers, his expression a tumultuous storm of emotions. "But what if I can't control it?" he whispered, his fear palpable. "What if I hurt you again?"

Y/N stepped closer, her hand sliding down his arm to grasp his hand. "You won't," she said with absolute certainty. "Because you don't want to. And I trust you."

The words seemed to resonate within him, his eyes flickering with a mix of disbelief and something that looked suspiciously like hope. He didn't pull away from her touch, but instead, his grip tightened. "You shouldn't," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I'm... I'm not going to push you away anymore."

“Thank you…Alastor.��� Y/N’s voice was soft, but firm. She knew he was struggling, but she also knew that she wasn’t going anywhere. She saw the war playing out on his face, the battle between his fear and his love. For a long moment, they just stood there, hands entwined, the air between them crackling with tension.

Alastor signaled for a touch of there foreheads, the static in the air fading slightly as he took a deep, shaky breath. "I just don't want to lose you," he confessed, his voice a ragged whisper. "You're the only thing that's ever made me feel...less monstrous."

And then their lips crashed together, a fierce, desperate kiss that spoke of love, of longing, of fear and regret. The room seemed to fade away around them, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rapid beating of their hearts. Y/N's hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his in a silent promise to never leave.

Alastor picked Y/N up, causing her to yell as he strides over to the couch in the studio, laying her down gently. His eyes never leave hers, his expression one of fierce determination. He knew that he couldn’t push her away anymore, that she deserved to be loved and cherished, no matter his fears.

Their kiss grew more frantic as the tension of the past few days melted away. Y/N could feel the love in every stroke of his tongue, every touch of his hand. She moaned into his mouth, her hips arching up to meet his, desperate for more. Alastor's hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake, as if he was trying to brand her as his own.

!!SMUTTTTTT ALERT!!

Alastor's grip on her tightened as his kiss grew more insistent, his tongue seeking hers with a passion that left Y/N breathless. She melted into his embrace, her body responding to the heat that radiated from him. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, and she gasped as he cupped her thigh, his fingers pressing gently. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the power that thrummed beneath the surface, and it only served to excite her more.

Their kiss grew more urgent, their breaths mingling as they devoured one another. Y/N reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and pulled back just enough to allow her to lift it over his head. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her, her skin flushed and her chest heaving with desire.

With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her own shirt, letting it fall away to expose her bare chest. Alastor’s gaze roamed over her, his pupils dilating with hunger. He leaned down to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. A thrill ran through her, and she arched into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut. His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts gently before his thumbs began to tease her nipples into tight peaks.

“Alastor,” she moaned, the sound of his name a benediction on her lips. He responded with a low growl, his mouth moving to capture one of her nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh. Y/N’s back arched, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin. The pleasure was intense, a crescendo building within her that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

He kissed a path down her stomach, his hands deftly unbuttoning her pants. She could feel the heat of his breath as he pulled them down, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes drinking her in. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his eyes smoldering with desire.

Her legs quivered as he knelt before her, placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs. His warm breath brushed against her dampness, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. He looked up, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “I want to hear you, Y/N. Don’t hold back, not with me.”

With that, he pressed his mouth to her, his tongue delving into her warmth. The sensation was exquisite, his touch a masterful blend of rough and tender. She gasped, her hands threading through his hair as she lost herself in the feeling. His tongue danced against her clit, stroking it with a precision that had her hips bucking against his mouth. The pleasure was almost unbearable, her body straining towards the peak she knew was just out of reach.

Alastor’s eyes remained locked with hers, the connection between them as potent as the physical sensations overwhelming her. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need to claim and possess her, and it only served to drive her desire higher. His fingers slid into her, filling her as he continued to lick and suck, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The tension grew, coiling tightly within her until she couldn’t hold back any longer. A cry of pleasure tore from her throat, her body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Alastor held her through it, his tongue slowing but never leaving her, savoring every tremor of her release. When she finally collapsed back onto the couch, panting and trembling, he kissed his way back up her body, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Alastor, please,” she gasped, her voice a desperate whisper. “I need more of you. All of you.”

With a predatory smile, he stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he stripped away the last of his clothing. His cock, thick and heavy, stood proudly before her, and she couldn’t help but stare. The anticipation was exquisite, her body already aching for him.

“You’re so eager, my love,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, his hand reaching down to stroke her cheek before his fingers trailed down her neck and over her collarbone.

Y/N reached out to touch him, her hand wrapping around his length. He was hot and hard in her grip, his skin like velvet over steel. Alastor hissed at the contact, his eyes flashing with pleasure. She stroked him, exploring the contours of his cock as she had never been able to before. He watched her, his chest heaving, his pupils wide with desire.

“Take me, Alastor,” she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

The air around them crackled with energy as Alastor claimed her again, his kisses demanding and rough. His cock, thick and insistent, nudged against her folds, seeking entrance. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in, and he took the offering without hesitation. With one swift motion, he thrust into her, filling her completely.

Y/N gasped, her nails digging into the couch cushions as he began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the slap of skin, the guttural groans of pleasure, the soft whimpers that escaped her throat with every stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious agony that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

Alastor’s hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back, exposing her throat to his ravenous mouth. He kissed and bit her neck, his fangs grazing her sensitive skin, and she moaned, the thrill of danger only heightening her pleasure. The pressure within her grew, a delicious ache that demanded release, and she could feel the knot at the base of his cock swelling with every thrust.

He slammed into her, the force of his movements making the couch groan beneath them. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that she danced upon. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t care. All she knew was the feel of him, the taste of him, the scent of their shared desire filling the air.

Y/N’s nails raked down his back, her body arching as he hit her g-spot with every thrust. She could feel the knot growing larger, stretching her, and she knew what was coming. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her pussy clench around him.

“Alastor, I’m going to come again!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. He responded with a deep, guttural growl, his pace quickening. The knot grew larger, filling her completely, and she could feel the pressure of his climax building.

The world around them faded away, their focus solely on the primal dance of their bodies. The room was a blur of shadows and light, the only constant the heat of their passion. He slammed into her, his knot swelling with the promise of release, and she could feel her own orgasm building once more.

“Alastor, oh god, I can’t—” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the pressure grew.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he growled, his voice a command that sent shockwaves through her core. She obeyed, her body tightening around him as she climaxed again, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her trembling and gasping for air.

Alastor felt her pussy clench around his knot, and with a roar of release, he came too, his warm seed filling her. The knot grew even larger, locking them together in the throes of passion. He stilled, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her, the connection between them stronger than ever.

As they rode the waves of their shared climax, their hearts pounded in sync, the room spinning around them. The knot felt like it was branding her, marking her as his own, and she reveled in the possessiveness of the act. When the intensity of the moment began to ebb, Alastor leaned down to kiss her, his movements slow and tender.

“Mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs still locked around his waist. “Always yours,” she breathed back, the words a declaration of love and acceptance that resonated deep within his soul.

As their breathing slowed, the knot inside her began to shrink, the intensity of the moment gradually fading. Alastor’s eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice filled with a vulnerability she had never heard before.

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MASTERLIST

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

So whats your thoughts about the rumors that William and Catherine aren't living together? People have made claims about distance in their interactions (Personally I've not seen that recently) also seen references to the Remembrance Day wreath (he signed the card and not her) but that can simply be excused by timing, maybe she was busy and couldn't sign.

It seems to come down to the fact that shes out of public sight. Personally Catherine strikes me as a person who would push through for the job. If she was upset at William she wouldn't hesitate to make her boundaries known (ie the hand dodge) I've never bought the whole "they don't do PDA and thats why she shrugged him off" I think they were fighting and simply didn't want to be touched. Shes way to savvy to have an over reaction to "following the rules".

Which is normal, no couple is 100% happy 100% of the time. Disagreements happen and sometimes theres awkwardness. Anyways so to me Catherine won't hesitate to show her emotions in that way. But the stretch of the recent "separation" theory seems weird. She's very much a family woman and I don't think she'd want to separate the family. I think she'd be like any normal person and live with her spouse while working through their issues.

Or maybe they saw the backlash to their previous awkwardness and have gotten better at covering and ARE separated? Idk. In all reality its a non issue and I'm not genuinely concerned just curious as to your take.

Mostly I just wanted to send a non Sussex related, I to am tired of them and the rehashing of what next for them is getting drawn out lol. So sorry if you've answered something like this recently about the Wales please feel free to ignore in that case.

I think it's people trying to make news where there isn't.

Yes, on the surface, there is something happening to the Waleses: Kate disappeared, William grew a beard, William lost a ton of weight, there's that comment about Charlotte bursting into tears when she saw him with the beard for the first time, William and Kate made a very random out-of-the-ordinary last-minute trip to Balmoral, the Waleses backing out of the Olympics trip last-minute over COVID concerns (but not having any COVID concerns for other events that summer), a very touchy-feeling video commercial in Sepember, etc.

For me, I subscribe to "when you hear hoofbeats, think horses not zebras" theory. And for me, these hoofbeats all point towards something stressful happening in the Waleses' home, which they disclosed in January and March and September was related to Kate's health.

And you know what, maybe William and Kate did have a temporary separation during this time. After all, the prevailing medical guidance says that people who are undergoing chemotherapy a) have lowered immune systems so they're more susceptible to illness and since the Waleses have three small children who are publicly out and about at school/extracurriculars and several pets and William's still kinda working (aka Kate's surrounded by walking, breathing, living germ factories) and b) depending on their treatment, may be able to make others in their household unwell via their bodily fluids in shared spaces (for instance, when she coughs or if she shares the bathroom or if she's throwing up) so why wouldn't Kate want to lower the risk of not just her own infection, but her family's risks of infection?

So it all makes perfect sense to me, and now that Kate's treatment is over and she's putting everything back together, the Waleses are coming back together as a couple, as a marriage, as a family.

But for other people, the "when you hear hoofbeats, think horses not zebras" theory might mean the very real statistic that the risk of divorce is two times greater in heterosexual couples where the wife has been diagnosed with cancer (or other significant health issue).

And other people still, they might think this is a zebra, in which case this isn't cancer - this is a cover-up for a Waleses separation or something more serious is happening to William and since Charles is in crisis, William also can't be in crisis (similar to when the BRF didn't disclose William caught some serious COVID because it was right when The Queen and Charles had caught/were recovering from their own bouts of COVID).

So for me, I think because there's nothing else happening in the royal space that's newsworthy - no foreign visits, the diplomatic events were kinda boring and unglamorous, etc. - other people are looking for something to talk about and when there isn't something to talk about, they start picking at threads trying to unravel a story.

And right now, the only thread that can be picked apart is "what's going on with the Waleses?"

To put an end to that thread-picking (imaginary or otherwise), something else in the media cycle needs to come along and push it out. Unfortunately we're in a "dead" time of year where there isn't a lot happening - there isn't a big holiday movie, there's no natural disaster, no one died unexpectedly (like Kobe Bryant unexpectedly), the US government hasn't transferred power yet, sports are kinda dull, there's no Diddy-level scandal. etc. No new topic has really galvanized the press or social media to make everyone change gears and talk about something else.

I think the best chances of pushing the Waleses out of the speculative news are with the Golden Globes on Sunday Jan 5th, Jimmy Carter's funeral on Thursday Jan 9th, and/or new developments from Harry's lawsuit. But even still, those chances are slim because Thursday is also Kate's birthday, which means another round of media attention on the Waleses - how will they recognize her birthday on social media? Will there be a Waleses' church walk on the weekend? Will there be any exclusive stories by KP-supported rota reporters?

If I really had to guess, the Waleses will be pushed out of the media cycles (both traditional media and online/social media) on January 20th when the US government transitions from Biden-Harris to Trump-Vance. The transition usually dominates American media for a few weeks and if Trump has the same kind of executive orders up his sleeve that he did after his first inauguration, it will also be dominating headlines around the world.

(Also I think Carter's state funeral taking place on January 9th means William probably isn't coming. I don't think he'd want to spend all of Kate's birthday away from her, especially given the kind of 2024 he's had. I expect the UK's official representative will be Anne or one of the ex-PMs, if not Starmer or his wife. There is a chance it could be Camilla, but most likely not since Diana's still really popular here and Camilla, well, isn't but Charles may try.)

(Also they're predicting some snowy weather for us here in DC next week so I honestly wouldn't be surprised if plans for the state funeral change last-minute and we don't see all those foreign dignitaries fly in for it.)

[bunnis-monsters]

Discord Drama below the cut. This is kind of me just making it clear that I want to be left alone.

Y’all understand y’all can leave my discord without making a statement that shows you have no idea what you’re talking about?

People can solve their OWN issues out in DMs, but when they’ve made people uncomfortable more than once, that becomes another issue. That’s when people get banned.

I do not want to talk about this anymore, I’ve blocked everyone that could be involved besides the ones I can’t find in intros.

Not going to mention who I’m talking about because it really doesn’t matter. The individuals don’t matter, I don’t think they’re bad people but they were banned because I GOT SEVERAL COMPLAINTS! Some from my own mods who didn’t feel comfortable after a certain incident occurred.

Here’s me talking about this to one of the people. I even SPECIFICALLY said that their partner/friend was not welcome back. The person DID come back and I banned both of them afterwards.

Sharing these screenshots to show I explicitly told them why the other person was banned and that they WEREN’T welcome back regardless.

Yeah they can apologize to each other and that’s good, but that doesn’t erase the discomfort they caused by doing that shit IN MY SERVER!

I hope everyone involved does well but leaves me alone. Before I got that message in vent I didn’t mind y’all still following or messaging me, but now I’m uncomfortable. Please, leave me alone. I do not want anything to do with any of you. I don’t hate you, but I’m also deeply uncomfortable with this situation.

The 10th rule btw

Anyways anons are off because this part of the vent message feels vaguely threatening. Idk if that’s intentional but it genuinely freaks me out(this message is cropped to remove any names, they basically just talk about the situation.)

But yeah I’ll be taking the server link down for a while. If you didn’t mean anything threatening then sorry but getting this message at 3 am is quite scary considering the harassment I’ve faced before for banning people. I just want to be left alone. I don’t deserve to feel afraid for banning people from a discord server.

Please think before you send messages like this, and leave me alone. I do not like having to make posts like these because I don’t hate any of you! I genuinely would have just moved on with my life if you wouldn’t have sent this message! You could have left the server without making me feel afraid, intentionally or not.

I’m also not here to go “WAHHH they’re threatening little ole me!”. I’m just pointing out that message was unnecessary and can be easily misinterpreted as threatening, and because you decided to send that message I have to lock down my discord as a precaution. I would rather be safe than sorry, and I would prefer to think that people in my community would not try to hurt me because I banned them, but it’s already happened before. 🤷‍♀️

I understand not always agreeing with the way I handle things, but I do it for my own safety and peace of mind. You don’t have to like it, but in a world where I receive nasty asks, comments, threatening dms, and all kinds of harassment just for existing, this keeps me safe.

With all that said, I genuinely wish y’all the best. Just because you were banned from my discord doesn’t mean I hate your guts. It’s a discord server, with rules and people that sometimes don’t get along with each other. It happens.

Sometimes we find each other annoying or get uncomfortable with the way that others act and that’s fine, because people are different. Each server, community, etc is different and have different rules, jokes, and ways of talking that sometimes go over other’s heads.

But finding someone annoying or not meshing with them doesn’t mean you dislike them as a person. Just because you break some rules in a server and get banned doesn’t mean I all of a sudden hate you. It just means you got banned.

What makes it bad is when you keep coming back and bringing it up after I already expressed that I was uncomfortable. That’s what makes me not want to continue interacting with you and what leads to me blocking people.

I don’t want to interact with any of you any further, leave me be. I’ll take any further interaction as harassment.

You don’t need to apologize, I am not angry, I am just tired. I have expressed a boundary and we are all adults. Leave me be and I’ll leave you be.

I’m going back to sleep. I’m sick, cramping, and exhausted. Send me some nice asks if you’d like, I’d appreciate it

[thedisablednaturalist]

I dont know if it’s something youve been asked before, and i dont know how to really phrase my thoughts. But whats it like working in like environmental things well disabled? Have you met many, or any, other disabled people in the field? I’m 16, and ever since I was little I’ve had so much passion for environmental education in particular, and it was a field I wanted to go into for a long time. Sadly it seems like my body has other plans, I’m currently at a point where I might have to drop out of highschool because managing class and disability is too much, and so college feels impossible. And when it was mostly mental stuff I had thought about maybe joining americorps or something because it looked like they’ll take people with a ged and then I could still do work I care about, but I’ve only ever met one physically disabled person doing anything related to the environment and stuff (there’s a person with leg braces and a service dog who works at the local aquarium) so I never really get a chance to ask about this stuff

so idk, sorry if I’m rambling a lot and hard to understand. If it makes you feel any better I’ve cornered every environmental educator I’ve met the last year or so (and I go to a project based environmental charter school thing, so I meet a lot) and asked them a lot of questions too. Especially since my school encourages us to think about future careers and what skills we need

so idk, I want to know. What’s it like? Is it hard? What did you have to do to get the job you have now? Do you regret it, would you choose something different if you could go back? Do you have any advice?

I hope you’re having an ok day, and that I’m not too annoying, and thank you if you even took the time to read this far. -🌱

no no don't apologize, this is exactly what this blog is for. When I started my journey I couldn't find any outspoken disabled environmentalists or any resources for people like us. So I started this blog to compile resources and share what I've learned as my career has progressed. I want everyone regardless of physical or mental state to be able to pursue their passions in environmental science and conservation.

Honestly, this field has a long way to go still. Even big institutions like the Smithsonian haven't quite figured it out yet. But there is definitely a shift happening. I've been seeing so many more disabled young people interested in this field and its amazing. I saw another physically disabled student at the Smithsonian conservation biology institute when I visited as an alum a few weeks ago, and I believe I was one of if not the first person to attend as a wheelchair user (yeah they didn't know what to do with me 😮‍💨) I had a professor who directly singled me out for being a wheelchair user so you will unfortunately run into some bigots in this field.

However the federal government (im assuming you are in the US so apologies if you're not) especially during the Biden administration has been ramping up its hiring of Schedule A employees. Schedule A allows you to circumvent the competitive process through the WRP (workplace recruitment program) once you've graduated college (or GED). Schedule A can be provided by a doctor or disability counselor (My DARS office did mine, love DARS: it's free and every state has one). My manager is HOH as well as one of my new coworkers and I was of course recently hired by the EPA as well. The EPA is probably the most disability friendly place to work in our field, if not anywhere. It has its issues but I've been pretty much over-accommodated instead of under (sad I consider the minimum accommodations to feel excessive).

Here's some of the things I've learned so far:

1. My biggest advice to anyone your age wanting to get into this field is to volunteer volunteer volunteer!! You are most likely at a time where you can afford to work for free. Most environmental internships are unpaid unless you have prior experience with the organization. Try out a bunch of different experiences to find out what you like the most. I never would have thought I'd be a bug person until I did my first invertebrate stream assessment. I got into environmental science late in my college career so it took me a lot longer to figure out what I wanted to do. Get as much experience as you can while you are still supported by your parents and don't have to worry about things like rent or bills. Some organizations are trying to change this so people from lower incomes can still have the same opportunities, but it still has a ways to go. Notably zookeepers have to work either for free or for dirt cheap for a couple years before they get hired full time.

2. Be prepared to lose out on your dream job due to your disability(s). I'm going to be frank and not spout any of that "you can do anything you put your mind to" bullshit. Yes, most things CAN be done by anyone with the right accommodations, but in a field where a large percentage of the work is done physically, you will be unable to do some types of jobs. I'm not saying it's impossible to get your dream job with disabilities, but it's a very common experience for us. For example, I looked into working on a boat. In a perfect world, I'd be given limitless accommodations and time to rest but on a boat that is extremely difficult. You can't take sick days whenever you need them. This was the same thing I had to realize when I was offered my dream job in my dream location: A stream specialist field technician for the USGS in Portland Oregon. I absolutely loved working in the field, and yes there are many of us who do/did fieldwork using mobility aids. I miss fieldwork everyday. But I had to turn it down. I knew deep down I couldn't handle it, having scheduled in advance field excursions that I couldn't postpone, having to hike in difficult terrain in remote locations, even moving across the entire country, at least at the time, was improbable. I was barely holding on at my field job where I did have safety nets. I just couldn't justify the financial and physical strain as well as the risk if I wasn't able to do the job and became unemployed. It broke my heart to give it up and I'm still grieving. But I do enjoy my current job and it lets me prioritize my health. No longer do I just work and sleep because work would take up all my spoons. I've been drawing and gaming and spending more time with loved ones. It is an unfortunate fact of life that sometimes what we want isn't what we need. Being disabled means that sometimes we have to make hard decisions that abled people don't ever have to think about. It's part of the grieving process for those of us who were abled at some point. I can't speak on what it's like for those with lifelong disabilities from birth, but I know its hard for them too.

3. Ok yeah 2 was a huge bummer, but here's where it gets better: When one door with stairs closes, a door with a ramp opens. There will be other opportunities. This field isn't just fieldwork despite what most people think. You don't have to be a super strong ranger that can hike 20 miles in a day without breaking a sweat to do environmental work. The field needs people who take what the guys outside collect and analyze it, research it, visualize it, present on it, take care of it, write about it, archive it, make art of it, etc etc etc. There are so many organizations that need people who can do data analysis and administration. Working at a desk doesn't make you less of an environmentalist. Plus that's not all, you can work in a lab or work with smaller creatures like bugs or herps or fish or you could do botany or geology! You don't need to be able to go out and get them yourself to work with them. Being able to save energy during my workday allows me to pursue my passions like collecting bugs and swimming. I can volunteer with citizen science projects or conservation orgs and still do fieldwork, but because its not a job I can do it when I feel up to it, I don't have to push myself to keep going because I'm worried about being fired. I currently work as a data analyst for the EPA and I work mostly from home so I can do my work without suffering. Yea data analysis isn't my favorite thing in the world but your job doesn't have to be. Sometimes a job is something that makes you money so you can do your passions outside of it. But I am happy the work I do supports something I am passionate about (supporting states so they can clean up more sites and thus have cleaner water).

4. You'll have to learn how to advocate for yourself. Push against boundaries. Explore your options. Especially with doctors. You know yourself best, don't let anyone else define your boundaries for you, even me. If someone says you can't do something because of your disability, but you know that you actually can, tell them and be assertive about it. Many of us are seen as abrasive and rude, but to be a disabled person in a very abled centered world you gotta be. Don't let anyone hold you back because THEY feel uncomfortable. My coworkers at my old job were worried for me when I showed up to work with my crutches for the first time. But it actually made me BETTER at stream assessments (having four legs means you don't slip as much). I could do it even if I needed to take breaks and use mobility aids. Nowadays it's too much for me to be doing that but at the time it was within my limits. And sometimes, you'll overestimate yourself and end up flaring or hurting yourself. It's okay to make mistakes, it doesn't make you a bad person. At first you'll push through too much but as you learn your body's limits you'll get better at managing your disability. And sometimes a great memory is worth a week-long flare up. Its for YOU to decide what you can do.

That's all I can think of for now, I should probably get ready for bed soon. But just remember, there are more of us than they think and we can be capable, productive, and a benefit to the environmental movement no matter our ability or skills.

If you have anymore specific questions, or just need to talk, I'm always available (even if I might take a while to reply).

[tea-twords]

Can we appreciate Kinich more pretty please

Like I feel like Hoyo is neglecting him a little bit, even though he’s a super important character to the story and lore he kind of doesn’t get much attention. The feast at the people of the springs, every other person says a dead relative/companion that passed away during the war, except for Kinich. He had to have had at least some sort of loss, and I get that it’s most likely in character that he doesn’t say anything but. Let him share too. And that whole thing where we learn Mavuika tasked him with finding and identifying the unnamed dead? Like?? Can someone check on him??? That has to be such a grueling fucking job imagine what he’s already had to do with that. All the things he saw. Thats like even more free trauma. I don’t know I feel like we’re forgetting that he’s not an emotionless person and just because he doesn’t express it doesn’t mean he’s not feeling it.

And like I’m always disappointed when I read characters voiceline on Kinich. Like istg the only person who actually talks about Kinich is Kachina and thank you my child because it gave good insight on who he is from her perspective. Most other people it’s like Oh what are your thoughts about Kinich? Well that AJAW

I love ajaw I do but I DID NOT AAAAASK. ABOJT AJAW. I DIDNT ASK ABOUT HIM. I ASKED ABOUT KINICH WHERE IS HIS INDIVIDUALITY. I WANT TO KNOW WHO KINICH IS TO YOU NOT THE FUCKER AGTACHED TO HIM😭😭😭😭

Mualani also gave a little insight on kinich which I do appreciate but it was still more ajaw and it’s like come on

Ororon talks about him too but mentions ajaw first

Mavuika just talks about his ancient name and like indirectly talking about him? Which is alright I think bc it does show who he is but it would be nice to see who Kinich is to her, not just his name.

Which is another thing because I feel like there should be a certain bond between Mavuika and Kinich. Burkina grew up with Mavuika and was one of the first ones to die back then, whose name Kinich inherited. They’re both scions of the canopy, she borrowed his weapon to clap Capitano and his expression was wonderful. Like idk I feel like we should have gotten more of them. I don’t know there just wasn’t a lot of kinich that really added more to him like the other characters.

And I’m not even saying this because I’m a simp for him I GUARANTEE you im also a simp for every other natlan character besides Iansan, Kachina, and Ororon. I’m saying this bc I feel like we should at least just check up on him. See how he’s doing like are you ok. Do you need a hug. Do you need time alone. I don’t know but he deserves more

Anyway hope we get to see more of him in the future because he’s a wonderful character. Please join Mualani and Kachina on the trip they’re planning you guys are a little family.

I don’t know if any of that was coherent it’s 2:20 in the morning as I’m writing this right now and I’m just wishing he was treated better

Anyway shoutout to Capitano, RIP Capitano you were lovely🙏🙏 go have fun fusing with the lord of the night

Archon quest was beautiful, not as many tears as 5.1 but definitely a good amount

Maybe I’ll talk more later but this is my rant. Save bro

[queenilyrian]

Everyone loves a good tea. Especially now when every sheep on the internet has its own “tea page”. Is the tea any good? Is it half believable? Is it logical? NO! It’s mostly a cry for help from a person with too much time on their hands. Let me explain. The tea is never for example

1.“ I work at Taco Bell and Henry Cavill walked in and gave everyone a tip/walked in and didn’t want to give anyone an autograph”.

2. “ I worked at this event ( shows pictures of themselves at the event) and Henry Cavill had too many drinks and danced on tables/ had too many drinks and flirted with everyone”

3. “ my friend works for a production company and Henry Cavill will be signing for a new role this and that”.

It’s never like this that would make it seem they actually did meet /met him and they are sharing an experience. That’s not the case with our very own troll tea pages.

Troll tea pages have Henry’s entire family,his cousins, school friends,friends,co workers,directors and their families,producers,other actors and their families,his gardener,his cleaning lady,his manager,publicist, his lawyers, their employees the guys from the pub,the guy from the supermarket, his driver,his hair stylist calling a dming a random person on the internet burning with desire to share all of the “tea” about Henry. Hundreds and hundreds of people out there hating Henry so much that they will share everything,jeopardise their jobs and reputation,without any financial gain to tell Jane,and Amy and Sherry and Anny and some tumblr users with 5 followers every detail of his life. NDA’s will be broken,because all of these people in his life are desperate to share “tea” with an unknown person.

“Use critical thinking” except on the person that is sharing the tea cuz if you criticise them asking for a receipt then you’re just a bully. You must trust them and their tea with your whole life. They would never lie for attention. They promise 🤥

They somehow know every private conversation Henry has with people. But do they know the gender of his baby? No. They know all of the legal documents he has signed ,the paternity test he has done but do they know the child’s name? Also no. If you use critical thinking and your source is close to Henry and they don’t care about NDA’s how come they didn’t tell you the child’s name? If we dig a little deeper and you were told about the end of PR and documents have been signed how come you can’t tell us what date was it signed ✍️? What date is it ending? Sorry are we not supposed to use our critical thinking?

“They will make a public appearance soon”. Really? You don’t say? A very famous actor who is very much known publicly will make a public appearance with his long term partner and the mother of his child? Holy granoly who could have predicted that? Not me. Not us. If that isn’t a piping hot tea then idk what is.

The moral of the story is that no matter how much you’re desperate to have your 5 minutes of attention,eventually,just like all the other “tea” for the past 4 years,will turn into a pile of shit eventually and then they will start another Instagram/twitter/tumblr page with “new tea” and the entire 2025 we will listen to “pr ending”.

Happy new year 🥳 can’t wait for more. I assume the new tea is “everyone at vertigo hates her but she also doesn’t work there,he has entire cast of Voltron beating him up until he ends his relationship,Guy Ritchie is very angry at him,warhammer is not happening until Natalie is off the producing team,highlander director is also blackmailing Henry to disown his own child”…………. Am I close?

[artstennisracket]

Idk if this is your thing BUT I’d love to see your take on Patrick making Art drink a bunch and then piss himself

yesssss I love this! please ask me your deepest darkest fantasies lol

cw: nsfw (18+), piss, dom/sub undertones, kink negotiation, public(ish) masturbation

Art and Patrick were walking around the mall trying to find christmas gifts before they went home for winter break. They had actually just got out of the movie theater after going to see Wicked. They always get a large popcorn and a large drink to share. However, this time Patrick had intentionally not touched the drink at all. He wanted to see Art finish it all by himself without even noticing.

By the time they got out of the movie theater and made their way back into the mall Art really had to pee.

“wait I have to pee,” Art says stopping in his tracks.

“are you sure? we’re so close to sephora I wanted to get tashi something for christmas.” Patrick asks trying to delay them.

“no patrick I need to go like right now.” Art says before he starts speed walking to the nearest bathroom.

Patrick is quick to follow, he can’t let his plan go down the toilet already (literally and figuratively). Art makes his way to the bathroom, not thinking twice before he walks into the family restroom since it’s a single bathroom. Even in his haste, Art still holds the door open for Patrick knowing he’d follow him in.

Patrick locks the door behind them, placing their bags down on the floor. He wastes no time going to close the toilet lid and sit on top of it.

“what? patrick, i need to piss man.” Art is standing in front of Patrick, making Patrick eye level with Art’s navel.

Patrick shakes his head no. “not in this toilet you don’t.”

Art scoffs, “what are you talking about?”

“i want you to piss yourself” Patrick smirks. He pulls Art closer by his waist, zipping down Art’s fly.

Art groans, clearly frustrated. This was not the time or the place. They had fooled around a few times during their time dorming together but never like this. They both had their respective kinks and had the philosophy of always trying something once but they had never talked about this beforehand, so Art just wanted to use the bathroom like normal.

“c’mon patrick, I gotta go,” Art whines. His bladder was not going to hold up for much longer.

“it’s okay baby, i’m not stopping you from going i just wanna see you.” Patrick says as he nuzzles his face into Art’s navel, leaving a soft peck right under his belly button, and pulling away shortly after.

“..i can’t do it.” Art says softly, years of being a potty trained adult doesn’t really make it easy to break that and piss yourself.

“yes you can, and you will.” Patrick states looking up at Art.

“but I don’t have clothes to change into after, i can’t walk out of here covered in pee.” Art responds.

Patrick is running his thumbs up and down Art’s sides as he continues holding on to Art’s waist. “hey don’t worry about that, i always take care of you, don’t i?”

At this point Art realizes Patrick really isn’t going to give up so he starts to cave. It’s really hard being a naturally submissive person because it makes it very hard to say no, especially to Patrick.

“do you need help?” Patrick asks

Art nods in response. He can feel his eyes start to tear up because he’s already starting to feel embarrassed. Patrick takes one hand to cup Art’s semi-hard cock through his briefs. He uses his other hand to press lightly on Art’s lower stomach/upper pelvic area.

Art still feels like his body is physically not allowing him to let go. His eyes are still watery, not even about the embarrassment of it all but now he’s upset that he’s not being good for Patrick. “i told you, i can’t do it.”

“hey it’s okay, you just have to relax. take a deep breath, close your eyes and just listen to my voice.” Patrick says.

Art closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His stomach is starting to hurt and his bladder is getting no relief.

Patrick presses harder on Art’s lower stomach, still cupping Art’s dick in his other “i need you to just let go, can you do that for me baby? i just wanna watch you make a big mess. want you to be good for me and make a mess, that would be so fucking hot.”

Art’s not sure if it’s because of the pressure Patrick’s applying to his stomach, Patrick’s dirty talk, or if Art’s bladder has just given up but shortly after Art is pissing himself. He can feel the warm liquid start to wet his briefs before it runs down his legs.

Patrick keeps one hand on Art’s dick, as it starts to get wet Art starts to get hard. He stands up and moves his other hand to unzip his pants and palm his own erection. “fuck that was really fucking hot. you’re so wet baby, being so good for me”

Art opens his eyes and before he can even look down to assess the damage, Patrick pulls him into a kiss. They’re making out for a minute until Patrick pulls Art’s wet cock along with his own. He starts jerking off the both of them.

“did you like that? like that I made you piss yourself?” Patrick asks as his hands pick up the pace.

Art nods, moaning, “yes fuck, i made a mess.” Art goes to lean forward, his forehead resting on Patrick’s shoulder.

“you made a big fucking mess all over yourself, and now i’m gonna make you cum.” Patrick moans directly into Art’s ear.

It’s not long before they’re both spilling over Patrick’s fists, they both get a little in their shirts too. Patrick pulls away to get some damp paper towels to clean them both up.

“did you have fun? I definitely did” Patrick smirks as he finishes cleaning up the both of them.

Art nods taking off his soaked pants and underwear, “yes I did, but i’m the one covered in piss not you.”

Patrick keeps his smirk on his face when he says “we can have that arranged”

And Patrick did have to leave Art in the bathroom, surprised there wasn’t a line considering how long they were in there, while he went to go buy Art some new sweatpants and underwear.

[jina1028]

Ride

Taesan x fem!reader

Word count: 2087

Categories: fluff, smut, established relationship, mentioned reader being older, kissing, making out, praising, hair pulling, oral (f rec), face sitting/riding, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, coming untouched (oops), dom/sub undertones, Taesan could pass as a sub here but I feel like I wrote him more like a switch? Idk I feel like in this fic he's just figuring things out.

Warning (?): there's a moment in which reader can't stand too much pleasure but he refuses to stop, so you do you if you feel uncomfortable.

Tell me if I missed anything.

English is not my first language.

Any character in this story is fiction and doesn't describe any existent person.

Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated, but don't repost!

🚫 MDNI 🚫

~♡~

You were laying on the couch watching some random series on TV, your head resting on your boyfriend's lap while he absentmindedly played with your hair, lost in thought.

It looked like your usual friday night date, you invited Dongmin to your apartment for the weekend, your relationship still too fresh to consider actually living together, but you both liked it this way for now.

You could feel your eyelids struggling to stay open while Dongmin caressed you in a nice spot behind your ear, dragging his light fingertips to the side of your neck as you let a satisfied sigh escape your mouth.

The sounds coming from the TV becoming unclear and confused the more you focused on your boyfriend's hands gently stroking you, the tiredness due to your long day at work suddenly coming at you.

“... listening?” your brain barely registered Dongmin's voice mixing with the conversation going on in the series you were ‘watching’.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, trying to stay awake.

“Are you sleeping?”

“No, I'm listening” you perched up on your elbows and eventually straightened up to look at your boyfriend's face.

His brown eyes focused on yours for a moment before he diverted his gaze.

“It's ok, if you're tired we can just go to bed.”

You observed his face suspiciously. You were tired but you still picked up on his strange behaviour. Being used to his usual self you noticed how he avoided your gaze, lightly biting his lower lip, his ears slightly flushed. Or was it just your mind playing tricks on you?

You hummed and told him to go ahead to bed while you went to take a shower.

“Wait, I still have to brush my teeth.” Dongmin stood from the couch and you let him use the bathroom as you stretched out and patiently waited for your turn.

When you were done you found him waiting for you covered in your light blue sheets and duvet, watching you as you approached the bed in your short, silky lilac pajama set.

The weather outside was cold but the heat you shared under the sheets once you joined was enough to warm you up even if both of you were half naked.

The lamp on the night table cast a warm light on Dongmin's skin where the black tank top left it exposed, and his black hair looked so shiny and smooth you couldn't help but reach your hand to stroke it as you gazed into his eyes.

His eyes fluttered closed as he let you thread your fingers through his silky hair, and you chuckled to yourself as you thought he truly resembled a black cat in that moment.

“Baby…” you called him as he hummed to let you know he was listening, eyes still closed “what did you tell me earlier on the couch? Sorry, I was half asleep…”

He slightly stiffened “It was nothing important.”

You pouted “Liar. Tell me… I can't sleep until you tell me.”

He peered at you from under his lashes and diverted his gaze once again before replying “It‘s embarrassing…”

“What is it?” you shifted until you were laying on his chest, supporting your weight with a hand on his other side as you caged him on the spot with your upper body.

He still ignored your question as his ears slowly turned pink.

“Dongmin…” you insisted as he finally exhaled a deep breath.

“I want you to ride my face.”

His eyes focused on yours as you realized what he had just said.

“That's what you told me on the couch?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking about it… and it just slipped out my mouth.”

He cleared his throat as your lips turned into a smirk.

“And why were you thinking about it all of a sudden while watching TV?”

He hesitated for a moment, you could see the gears turning in his head.

“I- I don't know… I saw an actress who looked like… someone…”

You could see how flustered he was but just decided to let him talk and see what he would eventually say.

“Ok, I saw a video of a girl riding someone's face…”

“So you watch porn when you're not with me?” you interrupted him.

He stuttered, realizing he betrayed himself.

“I just wanna take inspiration… Since I'm not experienced and I wanna make you feel good.”

You had to admit he made your heart flutter.

“And…” he continued “I was curious how it would feel to have you ride my face, since you never did it…”

You cautiously straddled his lap as he stopped talking, watching your every move.

You lowered your face on his to brush the tip of his nose with yours, then closed the gap between your lips to kiss him tenderly.

He wrapped his arms around you as you deepened the kiss, licking his lips and then tangling your tongues together.

You sat on his lap, pressing down on his hardening bulge, seeking some friction as you elicited a shy moan out of Dongmin's mouth.

His hands traveled down your body to your hips, holding them firmly with his large palms and long fingers as he ground his hips up into yours.

You eventually broke the kiss, allowing him to take deep breaths as you moved your lips along his jaw and neck, brushing his pale skin as you spoke.

“You wanna try now?”

He gasped loudly as you sucked harshly on a sensitive spot on the side of his neck, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

“Y-yes, please…”

“Please what?” you teased him as you felt his cock twitch in his boxers where your bodies touched, separated by two thin layers of fabric.

Dongmin realized you weren't wearing panties as he slid his hands under your shorts to grab at your buttcheeks, this new knowledge turning him on even more.

“Please, ride my face.” he murmured in your ear as you sucked on his neck one last time.

You detached yourself from his skin, making eye contact as you smiled down at him, seeing how he was already flustered at the thought of you using him for your own pleasure.

From the start of your relationship you were always the one in charge, guiding him into unexplored territory since you were older and more experienced, but having Dongmin totally submitting to you like this was new.

You removed your shorts, leaving your core completely exposed as Dongmin watched you licking his lips, already pre tasting what was about to come.

You gently took the pillow from under his head and he moved a little lower on the bed, giving you space so you could sit more comfortably, placing your knees carefully on the sides of his face, waiting for him to adjust his arms’ position so they were free to move how he pleased.

He looked up at you from between your warm thighs in silence, eyes half lidded and chest heaving as his heart raced, excitement and anticipation taking the best of him.

His eyes traveled down to your core hovering right in front of him, taking in the sight of your glistening folds, licking his lips as his eyes darted back up at yours, holding back from urging you to just sit already, he felt so impatient.

The moment you looked down at him to make sure he was comfortable, he grabbed your cheeks and pushed you against his face, taking in your arousing scent and starting to make out with your pussy right away.

You gasped, bracing your hands on the headboard to balance yourself, the sudden wave of pleasure provided by your boyfriend's lips and tongue making your knees weak.

Dongmin sucked on your clit for a bit before trailing his tongue along your folds and prodding at your entrance, making you whimper and moan his name, surprised by his eagerness.

Your hips started moving on their own accord, your right hand flying down to thread and fist into his dark locks.

You could tell he was getting pussy drunk, he asked you to ride his face but here he was, grasping your hips to still them, strong fingers leaving marks on your skin, as he selfishly tried to take control and make you go insane as he slurped and sucked, wet nose bumping into your swollen clit whenever it wasn't abused by his lips.

“W-wait, Dongmin… Slow down!” you cried and moaned, pleasure already unbearable, too quick for you to be able to process.

He knitted his eyebrows together and shook his head in denial, a mix of a growl and moan resounding in his throat and chest, and you knew he was gone.

He kept up with his ministrations, you didn't know if he was just ignoring the pain or if he actually enjoyed your hand pulling on his hair to try and make him slow down.

Either way it wasn't working, and you eventually found yourself whining and moaning, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as you came on his face, your walls painfully clenching around nothing as your arousal leaked down on his restless tongue and lips.

Dongmin eventually let go of your hips to free his cock from his underwear, his erection too painful and uncomfortable to stay restrained any longer, veins bulging and flushed tip leaking precum on his stomach, his tank top moved up to his chest to avoid getting it stained.

You lifted your hips, knees trembling as you felt Dongmin's hot breath against your sensitive core, catching his breath.

You thought it was over but he suddenly embraced your thighs and pushed them down on his face to make you sit again, this time kissing you more gently, slowly, as you looked down at his brown eyes peeking up at you, caressing his smooth hair as you started to slightly grind your hips.

He let you set your own pace this time, as you slowly picked up your rhythm.

“You're doing so good, baby…” you praised him as he slowly circled his tongue on your clit before you resumed your grinds.

All he could do now was letting you use his tongue, lips and nose as you chased your high once again.

You could feel his nose bumping into your clit and his tongue slipping inside your hole briefly now and then as you moved your hips, his face smeared in his saliva and your arousal.

You struggled to reach your climax, the need to feel full taking over as your walls clenched around nothing, and it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Want more, baby, use your hands… Wanna feel full.”

You managed to instruct him without slurring too much, at which he eagerly obliged, wasting no time stuffing one long finger into your dripping hole as you kept riding his face, his lips occasionally catching your clit to suck on it before you moved again to bump into his nose.

Then he added a second finger, enhancing the stretch and pleasure as you picked up your pace, whimpering, praising him and saying his name incoherently, your fingers holding onto his hair as he curled his digits inside of you again and again, brushing your sweet spot, his moans and groans muffled by your dripping pussy.

You kept riding until his fingers hit your spot more harshly and he felt hot liquid squirt and drip into his mouth and face, your hips finally slowing down as he circled your clit with his lips and gently sucked to help you ride it out.

For a minute the only sounds filling the room were both your harsh breaths and satisfied moans.

You eventually lifted your left knee to free his face and sit beside him, watching his dazed expression as his breath finally slowed down to normal.

He looked like a hot mess, dark hair sticking in all directions, face flushed, wet and sticky, swollen lips parted as he let out a satisfied sigh, eyes struggling to stay focused and eventually closing as he smiled contentedly.

“Wow…” you chuckled “You did great, baby! So, how was it?” you asked, smiling at him.

Then your eyes traveled down his torso, to his stomach where you saw a clear white puddle and little splashes and drops around and dripping into his navel, his dick still half hard and twitching after he apparently came untouched all over himself.

He replied slowly, slightly slurring, lips curved in a half smile, eyes still closed.

“Maybe I liked it a little too much…”

[pb-and-beans]

Look I just know house hates himself. It’s a thought that’s been on my mind and I thought about how to picture it for some time and then I saw this post and it all clicked so picture this:

I want a fic about Wilson (or it could be Cuddy) pov and he aches that house hates himself and idk wilson just holds him and tells him he loves him and that he thinks he’s worth it and beautiful and not such a bad person as he thinks he is

I also just KNOW house’s scar is a huge insecurity for him and I want Wilson to just idk kiss it or caress his leg or smh and tell house he thinks every part of him is beautiful OR IDK GUYS I JUST NEEDED TO SHARE THIS IT HAS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR SOME TIME NOW

PLS I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[deoidesign]

Doing master studies the only way I know how: Stealing them and making them my guys.

(Barberini Faun)

(The Fallen Angel - Alexandre Cabanel)

(Covent Garden - William Bruce Ellis Rankin)

[kaleidochimera]

Tell me your opinions on the stuff. Any stuff.

Grins. Smiles, even

I'm using you as an excuse to infodump my theory about the Island because I've had no in to do that, and my theory is pure opinion. Anyways:

THE ISLAND IS STUCK IN THE FUCKING FUTURE

(SCARE CHORD)

Hi so you might ask me. What the fuck do you mean by that. Well. Let's start with what we know about the Island, the King, and Wish Craft. (long ass post under cut. sorry)

The Island was redacted from the perception of outside world, via Wish Craft.

Wish Craft has the power to enable Time Craft. We see this primarily through Siffrin's timeloops, but also through the King's powers.

One of the King's powers is to show the saviors a "vision of the future."

...And this same attack is deflected back at the King by Mirabelle in ACT 5, in which the King is able to see the Island before being frozen in time.

...So. The King's "vision of the future." We're never told explicitly what this vision is. All we know is that it's apparently powerful enough to wipe the party in one hit, hearing it from a distance hurts your head, and that whatever Siffrin (and Loop) saw, they don't seem to actually be able to describe it. Even the King himself doesn't know what his vision entails.

We don't know whether the party all sees the same thing when struck by the vision, and Adrienne's answer to the question about it in the Reddit AMA is. vague? It's not a "no," and the specific wording makes me think the answer might be yes. But that's me reading into it.

Now. What do we know about the Island's redaction? The Island was affected by the wish recently, as in "like a decade ago" recently. We know that nobody in Vaugarde or the rest of the world is capable of thinking about the Island, anything closely tied to the Island's culture, or people on the Island for very long. When they do recall these things, they slip right out of reach. Particularly, the consequence for trying to think about the Island (or, more specifically, break the wish that forces the Island out of perception) is significant pain, localized in the head.

And that said pain is enough to become lethal, if pressed hard enough.

From here forward I'm running with the assumption that the King's "vision of the future" is not personalized to any individual, and is unchanging throughout the course of the whole story. Now. Remember the end of ACT 5, where the King gets hit with the deflected "vision of the future", and instead of dying, he recalls the Island and gets frozen in time? Very odd, yeah? Why wouldn't the King just die like everyone else does? He even does take 9999 damage when trying to say its name, like Siffrin does, and like the party does when they're hit by the attack.

Well. We know that he has a "true wish" that the ability to freeze Vaugarde in time grants. I don't think it's at all a stretch to guess that the King's "true wish" is to be able to remember the Island. My personal guess is that the King (and Siffrin) brought this "true wish" into effect via the "SAY ITS NAME" sequence- he even tries three times, a significant number in wishing.

The King (and Siffrin's) wish breaks, because it can't be fulfilled in this moment without breaking the wish to prevent the Island from being thought about. However. Consider the conditions at the end of ACT 5- the King sees the vision of the future reflected back to him, and what he sees is the Island. He remembers the Island, fulfilling his own wish, and is frozen in time. I consider this a compromise between his wish and the one binding the Island- the King gets to remember the Island, but nobody alive is able to think about it, because he's frozen in time; it's like the Universe is correcting itself (I WILL GET BACK TO THIS). The wish of all of Vaugarde to defeat the King is fulfilled, since he is no longer a threat, and Siffrin's wish wraps itself up soon after.

MY POINT BEING. The King's attack is a vision of the future. This "future" is of the Island, in some uncorrupted state. The saviors see it when he attacks them, and he sees it when it is deflected back to him.

The logical next question is "okay, so the Island exists in the future, but how do you know time shenanigans are even related to the Island?"

Recall a very odd series of interactions throughout the game, in which you try to interact with a piece of equipment that you already own.

The game rewinds slightly, before the item disappears, as the Universe corrects itself.

This is awfully similar to two particular events: looping back without seeing the death screen, and talking to the Daydreaming One about her sister. The latter is more interesting to me for the purposes of this theory.

In both instances, something is misaligned within the Universe (an item existing in two places, someone remembering something they're not supposed to) and it is corrected through some sort of rewind. Also compare the dialogue above to when you try to give Mirabelle the Stylish Bow when you already own it.

The world glitches, but Siffrin defuses the situation before the Universe has to intervene. Omitted from the screenshot is the fact that Mirabelle's portraits switch to happy from "catastrophically anxious" with no transition after Siffrin shows her where the bow is. Important to note is that when Mirabelle tries to recall receiving the bow, her head hurts, much like how trying to break the Island wish causes a headache.

The Universe leads you away from perception, and you can only follow.

My theory that I keep circling around is that through Wish Craft, the Island has been displaced temporally. The denizens of the Island, as well as the Island itself, still exist, but they are in the future. The Island is still loaded into the world, like how equipment is before you try to interact with it, and the Island cannot leave this quantum state, because it never actually went anywhere. The magnitude of the redaction event is so severe with the Island, because it is so much larger as an entity than a sword or a bow. There are of course things I don't really have pieced together, like why somebody would wish the Island into the future, how far into the future it is, or why equipment behaves this way. But it's the only Island theory I've seen that I have some level of confidence in, so I might as well lay out my cards for it.