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[maxdanposts]

hmmmm

[atrwriting]

more, more, more — carmy x reader

carmen berzatto x coworker!reader

listen to me. this man? this man?? so fucking slutty. so fucking slutty i can’t even think straight. i am absolutely AGHAST at how little writing there is of this man online. absolutely OUTRAGEOUS. he looks like that and none of us have done his character justice?? DISGRACEFUL.

i wrote this in direct response to how angry i am at how little there is.

as always, warnings… SMUT!, alcohol consumption, alcohol consumption with sex, smoking, p in v penetration, work relationships, overstimulation, carmen berzatto being an absolute mind blowing fuck on a table i mean in bed

also, minors fuck RIGHT the fuck off

barely edited we die like men

i stole that joke don’t come for me

anyway....

you didn’t really know how it happened.

you were once an unemployed law student, scared of drowning in bills, and eagerly awaiting a call back from anyone that would hire you — when she called.

natalie berzatto.

her voice was warm and comforting on the phone, and very eager to have you come in. she was relaying important information to you on the phone, and while you grabbed bits and pieces, it was hard to focus on anything else besides the sheer excitement of finally having a job. the job would be stressful, sure — but at least you wouldn’t be broke and stressed.

unfortunately, your first couple of shifts were a mess and a half. you took instructions well, and performed well, but in the hospitality business — that means nothing when an oven burner is out, a dishwasher doesn’t show up for a shift, richie starts barking, or when carmen’s upset.

carmen.

fucking carmen.

while soft spoken, there was nothing that could compare to the look of approval in his eye when you had completed a task to his standard. most people would consider the job of a hostess useless, or not a job at all — something to laugh at, but carmen? no. that man took your job very seriously, as he knew what it meant to provide the full experience to the customer.

however, when something was lacking in the kitchen and that experience was interrupted… carmen took the look of approval, almost gratefulness, away and replaced it with something that everyone felt like they had to walk around shards of glass.

when he was angry? oh, fuck… that could ruin anyone’s night.

the worst of it happened when his sister unexpectedly went into labor. two weeks early.

carmen had left the place screaming, and, in the process, had also left his things at the restaurant, including his jacket, wallet, keys, the lot — so to be nice you went to drop it off at his place. worried that he might be at the hospital, you texted him.

you: hey, going out for a drink. saw you forgot your stuff at the restaurant so i grabbed it because you’re otw. you home?

carmen: oh shit thanks. i’m home

so there you stood. at his front door, his stuff in hand.

you quickly adjusted your long hair, worried about your appearance. it was weird to show up to carmen’s place in your regular attire — seeing as though your regular attire on a night with your friends was black flare jeans, a tight black long sleeve v-neck that showed off your cleavage — you were concerned that he might be concerned with who he exactly employed. however, his niece was just born… he had more important things to worry about.

so you knocked.

and barely waited.

carmen was barely at the door a few seconds later before you came face to face with the man who constantly let exhaustion ride on his back.

“you good?” you immediately asked, handing over his stuff.

he nodded. “yeah, uh — thanks.”

“you look like you could use a drink,” you laughed. “want to come with?”

he shook his head, the corners of his lips somewhat curving upwards. “nah. day was hectic. you want one? come in — for a drink?”

you smiled. “i don’t want to intrude, especially after the berzatto family excitement of the day.”

“i owe you,” he sighed. “but don’t let me hold you up if your friends are waiting.”

you smiled. “one drink won’t hurt.”

one drink definitely did not hurt.

drink two and three definitely didn’t, either.

how much carmen made you laugh definitely made your stomach hurt, though. in a good way.

“you’re killing me,” you cackled. “who knew quiet carmen berzatto was such a good host.”

“you can call me carmy, y’know,” he spoke, saying his cigarette before pouring you another drink. “everyone else does.”

you shrugged. “you’re pretty professional in the kitchen. didn’t want to impose.”

“i don’t think you could impose a day in your life,” he chuckled. “i think you’re the only one that knows boundaries in that fuckin’ place.”

“says the mysterious one,” you giggled. “the only reason any of us know your nicknames is because richie likes to share your baby stories.”

“speaking of babies…” he took a drag. “thank you for helping sugar out so much. she told me to tell you how much she appreciates it.”

you shrugged. “‘s nothing.”

“nothing?” he scoffed. “you keep her sane. definitely keep me sane.”

“always got your back, chef,” you giggled.

he smiled, and ashed his cigarette once more. his long, thick fingers stretched around the circumference of his glass. one fingertip tapped against the glass and a few droplets of condensation fell to his countertop.

you were twisted around in your seat to face carmen, eyeing his attractive hands. in your peripheral vision, you saw him lift his head to cock it towards you and stare at you. the longing look sent shivers up your spine, but you gazed at him through your long lashes as you waited for his response.

“you do,” he spoke. “always have. we were lucky to find you. i - i was, i mean.”

“more like i was lucky get a call from natalie,” you laughed. “it’s so hard to find a well paying job nowadays.”

“heard,” he rasped. “you happy at the bear?”

“very,” you replied. “staff keeping you happy, chef?”

he chuckled. “when i’m not made to scream, yeah.”

“that’s fair. we’re lucky to have you.”

there was only so many things you could think of to say to carmen before you began to consider that you were imposing. you slapped your hands against your thighs — a implicit signal it was time for you to go. he led you to the door, where he reached out for your coat. you smiled at him, thanked him for the drink, and slid your arms through the jacket as he held it out for you.

you don’t know what caused you to, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was you — or maybe it was how good carmen smelled — but you glanced up and over your shoulder at the polite man behind you.

you didn’t have anything to say. frankly, you said something last — it was his turn. however, carmen’s sense of societal expectations started and ended with the door to the kitchen. but there, by his front door? basically holding you by the shoulders, and staring back down at you? he had nothing to say.

however… his eyes could share a thousand things about him. more specifically, emotions. carmen’s eyes showed exhaustion, a bit of dehydration, to keep it a buck, but there was so much intensity in those crystal irises. they were a stunning, clear blue… but with the way carmen was gazing down at you, there appeared to be no clear thought in his head.

and he did nothing.

so you could do nothing.

you found yourself disappointed at his actions, or rather — lack thereof.

you simply smiled, and went to turn away. you reached for his door knob, when you felt the slightest brush of calloused fingers against the skin of your wrist. the feeling shocked you, pricking at your nerves, but you didn’t stop until you felt those fingers enclose around the circumference of your wrist.

like they had with the glass, moments ago.

you turned back, letting your long and thick eyelashes ghost over your line of sight. all you could see was a frozen chef, standing tired, but staring back at you.

when his gaze fell to the floor, you stepped closer. he glanced up.

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you softly asked, “what’s up, carmy?”

“first time i had someone over.” his parted lips closed so he could swallow, and his eyes drifted between your lips and the floor. the words were right there, on his tongue. they were so close you could feel them, taste them. he replied, “i, um… don’t want it to end, uh — i guess.”

you smiled and turned around in place, barely inches from his face. his breaths were pushing past his lips in small, light puffs that hit the tip of your chin. it was like he was conscious of everything he was emitting; his vibe, where he was looking, even his fucking exhales. he was cautious and frozen and all you wanted was for him to be relaxed, or as close to, as he was moments ago.

“already drank you out of house and home, carmy. what else you got in mind?”

his eyes widened, but his voice stayed level. “what else i got in mind?”

you hummed in agreement with a coy smile on your face. you folded your lip between your teeth and stepped backwards. carmy glanced at your hips and feet hesitantly, shifting his weight slightly. while his eyes were trained on you, his parted lips quivered slightly which told you that there was still some nervousness lingering in him. with every step you took, carmy took one as well. you kept stepping backwards, and carmy kept stepping forwards, until your back was pressed against the wall.

carmy’s lips weren’t slightly quivering anymore. there was no hesitation in his figure when he leaned down slightly and rested a flat palm against the drywall above your head. his breath was hitting you on both cheeks — as if they weren’t hot enough already. inside you were screaming. you were screaming, and screaming, and screaming and all you wanted to do was grab both sides of his face and smash your lips to his. you wanted to, but you wouldn’t. you wanted to see if he would.

“you know,” you spoke, raising your back. your cold palm pressed against his cheek. it was burning — almost as bad as yours. “even though you’re the boss… never seen you actually taste anything.”

“no?” he rasped. the gruffness in his voice pricked at your cheeks and went straight to your core. “and what do you want me to taste, sweetheart?”

you released your grip from his cheek and brought your hand down to your face. with a manicured nail, you tapped the plumpness of your bottom lip. you stared into his eyes — a dare.

“fuck.”

with his free hand, carmen wrapped your hand in his own and pressed it to the middle of his chest. he held it there, pressed against his heart, and surprisingly it was the exact spot you wanted to hold him. you wanted to hear — no, feel his heart that was beating slightly faster than normal. when carmen finally pressed his chapped lips against yours… you saw stars.

the alcohol coursing through your veins made you melt into the man before you. his hand on the wall slid down until he was rubbing the side of your neck, and then gripping the base of your skull. his fingers, his beautiful, skillful fingers threaded through your hair like it was one of his pieces of art and he was creating something. he twisted your strands until he had your head bent back, practically supported by the heavy palm of his hand. the motion made you gasp into his mouth. carmen swallowed it whole. every. last. bit.

“y’taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he moaned against your lips.

you hummed with him. the warmth of his body engulfed your body into his until the moment started and ended with carmen anthony berzatto. you could taste the liquor on his tongue that danced with your own. with every breath he took, bits of smoke would linger between the two of you. it went straight to your head, swallowing your senses whole. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the cigarettes, or carmen himself, but you felt like you were swimming.

“this okay, sweetheart?” he asked, pulling away for a second. a thumb of his stroked the skin of your cheek as he stared at you, waiting for feelings of regret from you. “d-do you want me to stop?”

“please don’t stop, carmy,” you gasped, pulling him back into. “you’re perfect.”

you didn’t expect that would make carmen slide his hands down your body and grasp the back of your thighs. his fingertips pressed into your skin, pulling your legs up and around his waist. you squealed against his teeth and couldn’t believe you had found yourself in this situation.

it’s not that carmen wasn’t handsome, no. the man was drop dead gorgeous in a tortured artist way, and you always had a thing for men that looked like they needed a hug but wouldn’t admit it. but… he was your boss.

what could you do about that? it’s not like you could stop now. even if you had told him to stop, got your shit and left — the damage was done. you both had crossed the boundaries, and you were going to reap what you sewed.

in that case… might as well have a little fun with it.

he had placed you on a neighboring table. his large hands gripped the flesh of your thighs and you couldn’t help but whine into his embrace. his tongue glided over your lips and teeth and with your tongue in the messiest way possible and all you could chant in your head was more, more, more.

and that’s when you found yourself pulling at the bottom of his t-shirt.

he stepped back slightly, throwing his shirt over his head. his swollen lips were parted, and his eyes searched your face. you found your chest rising and falling with anticipation, and realized you should’ve been more concerned with how he was dealing with all of this.

“you okay, carmy?” you whispered.

he nodded, letting a few fingertips of his ghost over the skin of your cheek. his crystal eyes glanced down to your lips.

“we can stop, you know,” you whispered again. “it’s okay.”

he nodded again before dipping his head down to the side of your neck. his plump lips left wet kisses on the sensitive skin and you moaned into the open air. you widened the space between your knees, allowing for carmen to wedge himself between your thighs.

“you’re always talking such good care of me, sweetheart, so good to me,” he rasped against your throat, sucking on the skin. “but all i want to do right now is have my fingers inside you. y’gonna let me?”

“yes, carmy,” you whined. “yes please.”

“such a polite girl f’me.” carmy’s mouth was attacking your throat. moans escaped passed your lips like carmy was squeezing them from you, claiming them. his fingers traveled down the front of your clothes and stopped at the button of your jeans. sliding it open, carmen berzatto slipped his perfect hands into your jeans.

“right there, please,” you gasped once his fingers found your bundle of nerves.

his fingers dipped into your core and spread it all over where you needed him most. warmth began to spread through your hips and your knees widened for him. his drew circles different ways until he noticed that when he drew counterclockwise circles, you bit your lip and your eyes appeared to involuntarily flutter shut. you felt carmy smirk against the skin of your neck.

“what made you this wet, baby?” he hummed, sucking at the base of your throat.

“you, carmy,” you whined. “felt it as soon as i saw you when i first walked in. needed you so badly.”

he smirked again. “so bringing my things wasn’t of the purest intentions?”

heat rose to your cheeks with the sensual actions that were taking place below the belt and carmy’s accusation. you grew worried at what he would say if you said no, that you honestly just wanted to help him out… but if carmy wanted to play like that, you could play.

“n-no,” you whined as the pleasure began to spread throughout your whole body.

carmy was holding you so close to him. it was like he was your support — supporting you through such a physically vulnerable moment. your legs were practically shaking at this point, trying to take everything he was giving you and not start sobbing. you were grabbing at any piece of him you, wanting to kiss him — but he wouldn’t let you. fucking bastard.

“good,” he stated, staring you dead in the eyes. your mouth fell open at his response, a pant pushing passed your lips. “i don’t have the purest of intentions when i do this.”

carmen berzatto slid two long, thick fingers inside you ever so slowly. the motion pulled small moans out of you like you were a pathetic mess of a puddle and the sun rose and set with him. you felt his fingertips press against the upper wall inside you, while another finger worked at your clit, and all you could do was hold onto him tighter.

“it feels so good, carmy,” you whined. “i love your fingers so, so much.”

“yeah, baby?” he breathed against your ear. “you wanna cum f’me?”

“faster, please, i will,” you sobbed. you fucking sobbed as the tapping motion inside you hastened. “oh god — oh my fucking god —“

“that’s it, sweetheart? that’s what you needed?”

“yes, yes — fucking — fuck — yes.”

“f-fuck —“ he groaned broken, incoherent phrases against your throat. his breath was hot and heavy on your skin and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you, and also how badly you wanted all of him inside you. interrupting your thoughts, he spoke, “show me how good it feels, baby. finish all over my fingers f’me.”

that broke you.

that fucking broke you.

it was like a shock of lightning hit you straight in your core and the power from the strike spread throughout your entire body. every muscle of yours went taut as you arched your chest into carmy’s.

with his expert hands, he fucked you through the orgasm. “that’s it, baby. that’s it. keep cumming for me.”

it was like carmen berzatto knew everything to say to make you shatter. you couldn’t even breathe — all you could do was give into the spreading feeling of bliss and hold your breath while it washed over you. it was wave, after wave, after wave of mind-numbing orgasm and carmen held you through all of it.

“pretty girl.”

“i know, baby. you’re such a sweet girl f’me.”

“that’s it, sweetheart. take it.”

once the waves finished hitting you, your chest was rising and falling heavily. carmen peppered light kisses along your neck, being gentle as to your state, but you were having none of it. you reached for his belt.

“greedy.”

you smiled lazily at him. “any objections, chef?”

he smirked at you, letting his fingers ghost over your sensitive core. a shiver ran up and down your spine at the almost painful action. “be careful — or i’ll make you cum again.”

you knew he wasn’t joking. you let out a slight giggle before you dragged the zipper and his boxers down. freeing his cock, you pumped his shaft.

carmy was once dominantly kissing your neck and whispering mean things in your ear, but now he was using the crook of your neck to support his forehead.

“you have such a pretty cock, carmy,” you whispered in his ear. there was something so comforting about being intimate with a man where you both could be vulnerable, and you weren’t sure if you would ever let it go. you want him everywhere he would let you have him. “i don’t know if i want it in my mouth or inside me more.”

he chuckled at that, crooning back into your embrace when you would touch a very sensitive part of him. “dirty girl — you’re so fuckin’ evil.”

you were worried the friction was becoming too much for him, but you didn’t want to raise your hand to your own lips, so you swiped some of the juices from your core and used it to lubricate the skin of carmy’s cock. it was a quick motion — you didn’t think he’d notice, and plus his eyes were most likely closed.

but when he spoke, you froze.

“do-do that again.” his voice was rough with lust. “do that again for me.”

you were hesitant at first, but you decided to make a show of it. you slowly dragged two fingers up the length of your slit and rubbed a very slow circle around the circumference of your clit. you gasped at the sensitivity, slightly jumping at the touch.

“fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, breath humid on your neck.

you smirked at his response and reached for his cock. your hand slipped along the smooth skin of his cock, drawing a deep groan from carmen. the poor man was so sensitive — almost aching from what giving everything he had to you previously felt like.

“so big, carmy,” you breathed. “so big and pretty.”

“y’know what would be prettier?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your jaw line. “watching you put it inside you. can you do that, baby?

you smiled at him devilishly. carmy’s hands shoved the rest of your jeans down your legs and flung them somewhere in the room. your pussy was aching — dripping for the man before you. the sensitivity had left you, no longer prickling at your nerve endings. all that was left was the want for more — anything carmy had to give you.

“please,” you whined, rubbing the head of his cock against your glistening folds.

“i love when you beg f’me,” he groaned. “such a good fuckin’ girl.”

both of your lines of sight drifted down to the view of your hips. you both watched in awe as you lined carmy up with your entrance as he pushed his hips towards you.

the throws of passion and want for carmy were intense, sure — but so was the want to enjoy this while he could. he pushed in the tip of his cock, groaning slightly as your tight hole encased him. you whines at the barely filled feeling — so empty, needing more. carmy, however? carmy didn’t care. he wanted to feel every push and pull of your muscles between your hips.

carmy kept his eyes turned down at your pussy and you swallowed more and more of him inside you. he gripped the flesh of your waist, fingertips digging into you. your own hands were splayed our flat against the cool countertop of the table — a direct juxtaposition of the boiling feeling that electrified the top of every inch of your skin. you whined as carmy took his time with his thrusts, pulling back every so often when he felt resistance, and then pushing back in ever so slightly, yet slightly farther, each time.

“please, more,” you gasped, folding your lip between your teeth. “i want all of you.”

“baby isn’t patient, huh?” he asked, continuing with his motions. “gotta have it all, when you want it?”

“i can’t be teased right now,” you sobbed. it was pathetic how needy you were, but fucking christ did it turn carmy on.

“this what you want, baby?” he asked, pushing into you deeper.

your walls were squeezing him like he was the only thing that existed to you. the burn at your entrance was something so bittersweet, something so delicious — you didn’t know how you were going to keep control and make this special for him as well, let alone how you weren’t going to cum right then. but you didn’t care — you didn’t have the strength to care.

“yes, carmy — please,” you begged, bucking your hips into him weakly. “fuck — your cock feels so good.”

“yeah, baby?” he pressed into deeper. “so impatient you can’t handle it slow?”

“i want you to fuck me, carm,” you bit with lust dripping from every word. “fuck me — use me however you want — please.”

fuck.

that set him off.

carmy was a patient and low maintenance man, sure, out of necessity and convenience mostly. however, when he had the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with a dirty mouth to match, talking back to him, and begging him to be selfish?

fuck patience. fuck ease. and fuck being selfless.

carmen’s grip tightened on your waist, and he pushed the last parts of his cock inside you.

it immediately hit you right where you needed him — that soft, sensitive spot so deep that barely anyone before him could dream of reaching. your walls gripped the smooth skin of his cock and you screamed. you fucking wailed when he finally pounded into you painfully, but so fucking sweetly.

“dirty — fucking — girl,” he grunted, thrusting upwards into your pussy.

there was nothing like the sight of carmy finally taking what he wanted. no expression of shame, or guilt, or hesitation on his face — just a man, slightly bent over before you, inside of you, holding you so close to him because, in that moment, you could give him what he wanted — needed. and, in that moment, all he needed was you.

the side of his face was pressed against yours, breathing heavily into your ear. the few groans he let escape his throat were guttural — almost animalistic. they went straight to your core, practically flooding around his cock. your whines of pleasure forced his hips forward and back faster and harder with each motion. balancing your weight and carmy’s with a firm hand of yours behind you on the table, you clamped your free hand on the back of his neck. you twisted a few stray strands of his hair around your fingers, tugging at them. every thrust caused you to pull his hair, him, closer and harder into you.

“laythefuckdown,” he spat, to your surprise.

the command startled you, sure — but it also made you bite your lip in anticipation. he pressed a wet, heavy kiss to your cheek, throwing butterflies in your lower stomach, as you released him. before you could lay down, he stopped you.

“you want to give me what i want, baby?” he whispered against your lips.

you nodded, gazing at him with dark, lust filled eyes.

“then i want your pussy to finish around my cock,” he stated. “think you can do that f’me?”

“y-yeah,” you replied, shakily, but full of trust.

you laid down and carmy regained his footing at the end of the table, keeping his cock pressed firmly inside you as he stood above you. his cock twitched against your most sensitive spot inside you, and you whined at the new angle. he gripped one of your hips firmly, but let his other hand ghost up your glistening lips.

“such a pretty fucking pussy,” he rasped, gazing at it. “takes my cock so well. but right here…”

he pressed his thumb against your clit.

you would’ve jumped if his hand wasn’t keeping you locked to the table.

“this is what i want,” he spat. “so fucking pretty.”

he began rubbing rough, fast circles on your clit. your legs were shaking from the overstimulation, and you thought you could cry from the sensation. your back arched off the table, and your hands struggled to find something to grip — to balance you as carmy tortured you.

but then his cock started working itself back into you again, hitting that spot that needed him so badly.

“think you can cum like this, baby?” he asked, taunting you. “be a good girl for me, yeah?”

“yes — !” you groaned, reaching for the end of the table with one hand. grabbing it, you tried to steady yourself, but it was no use. not with carmy. “fuck — it’s so much — it’s too much carmy —“

“gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

you threw your head up to stare at the man. he was rocking into you like that was the only thing he knew, fucking you like it was the only thing he wanted, but there was so much focus on his eyes. so much focus on you.

“gonna give me what i want?”

“yes, yes,” you were nodding your head so pathetically, so sweetly for him. tears were practically threatening to spill over the corners of your eyes, but they glistened at him, and only him, and god did it fuck with him. “please, carmy — let me cum for you.”

“do it,” he ordered. “fuck, baby — cum for me.”

your hips were bucking against his pelvis and his hand, too erratic for him to be precise like he wanted to. you were chasing his fingertips, chasing the orgasm that even in his selfish state he was so generous to give. whines left your throat involuntarily as the intensity in your lower abdomen grew, and grew, and grew. your eyes were screwed shut as you pushed yourself to your elbows, holding yourself up as you couldn’t help but curl into yourself. carmen may have been looking at you, or something else — it didn’t matter. all you saw was the black of your eyelids, until is was white.

white. pure white.

your finger nails dug into the meat of your palms as the heat spread from your womb to the entirety of your body. every nerve ending and hair rose to the highest point of height they could, and you held your breath. the feeling of immense pleasured you washed over you — wave after wave, after wave, after wave. it hit you, it crashed into you, it fucking drowned you — it swallowed you whole until you were gasping for air. your orgasm was violent — practically mine splitting. you were shaking. you were sensitive beyond belief, beyond repair — and the prickling feeling wouldn’t stop. you were gasping for air as you looked down, only to find carmy’s hand still working between your thigh.

still rubbing those fucking circles.

“c-carmy,” you sputtered, tears wet in the corner of your eye. “please — i c-can’t.”

“shhh,” he whispered. “just keep cumming, baby. just keep cumming for me.”

your chest split open at that, throwing you back against the table top. shivers went up and down your spine as you took carmy’s torture.

“that’s it, baby. that’s it.”

his words were music to your ears as you screamed for him.

“ohh, fucking shit — that’s it —“ he hissed. “just like that. take it all for me — oh, fuck.”

you were dazed and confused on carmy’s table, basically seeing stars. absolutely useless, fucked out beyond words. you felt the weight and warmth of carmy’s body lean over, and rest against yours, as his hips sloppily rocked into you.

you wrapped your legs around the middle of carmy’s back, locking him in place. one hand went to clamp on the back of his head, and the other pressed against the side of his cheek.

against his lips, you whispered, “cum for me, carmy, please. i want to feel you inside of me.”

“good — fucking —“ he grunted, pressing his lips to yours in a farm, hard kiss as he shook. carmy’s tongue shoved itself into your mouth, and down your throat. carmy was everywhere — so deep in every part of you. you hummed with each moan of his you swallowed, rocking your hips against his and rocking him through his orgasm. gasps left his lips as he gripped any part of you he could, doing anything he could to hold onto you and keep you in place.

“holy f-fucking shit,” he gasped against your cheek, pressing kisses to your cheek and the length of your neck. “that — that was — it was so —“

“i know,” you spoke, giggling slightly.

carmy laid his head against your collarbone and you weaved his wet curls around your fingers. he rested fully against you, completely relaxed.

“fuck your friends,” he mumbled. “stay here tonight — as long as, um — you want to, that is.”

your giggle hummed in your chest. carmy’s confidence leaving him in the middle of the sentence surprised you slightly, but not enough to leave you unamused. “‘m not imposin’?”

he chuckled at that, and pulled you up from the table and into his arms. "fuck off."

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lmk what you think :) love yall -L

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

thinking about a scenario in which like. Tobirama has certain traits he wants in a partner, right?

For the sake of this post I'm saying that Tobirama wants someone who can be seen as vaguely his equal, in that they should be able to at least SOMEWHAT keep up with him intellectually and they should also be powerful. He doesn't care what form of power it is - could be fighting prowess, political power, power from wealth, power from information, a powerful shinobi... He just wants someone powerful who can more or less follow what he's saying when he starts talking jutsu theory. So the potential pool of people Tobirama could be interested in includes wealthy civilians, nobles, and anyone regardless of wealth/class/reputation who happens to be really good at information gathering, as well as fellow shinobi (if said shinobi if sufficiently powerful for his tastes); as long as they're ALSO smart and willing to learn.

He also has some small amount of self awareness around his own perhaps less desirable traits. Namely, he's aware that he is perhaps more...intense around the idea of a partner than most people, and indeed more intense in general. Therefore it would be preferable to have a partner who is somewhat possessive of him, to match his own tendencies, bonus points if the potential partner has some form of obsession. Doesn't matter what. Just. Something for Tobirama to latch onto as a secondhand obsession, to give him a form of direction - left to his own devices Tobirama will indiscriminately try to Create And Understand Stuff (not necessarily incredibly ethically, morality is confusing and subjective and annoying as far as he's concerned) so a secondhand obsession (for example his brother's demands for peace) help him to be somewhat more focused in his studies.

Tobirama also gets very bored, VERY fast, so to avoid him breaking up with his partner as soon as he gets bored, they need to /not bore him/. Either by being complex and/or secretive enough that it takes him a while to learn what his partner is really like, and/or by his partner being quick to change; either way his partner needs to not only be able to capture Tobirama's attention but also to KEEP IT once they have it.

Whilst Butsuma is alive, both he and the clan elders either don't give a shit about Tobirama finding a partner/discourage him finding a partner orrrr they keep trying to push him into marrying some stereotype of a polite, obedient, weaker lady Senju that they hope to be able to easily command/manipulate. Tobirama keeps refusing/breaking up with them because he gets bored in two seconds flat with those people.

(Tobirama also originally didn't give a shit about what gender his eventual partner might be but after having so many girls/women shoved at him who were essentially the exact opposite of his tastes he's started associating women with "not good partners for me" and has started leaning towards preferring men as a result of that. So Butsuma+the clan elders' attempts to get possible Senju babies in the future sort of backfired on them there)

Anyway. After Butsuma is dead, Tobirama is more free to pursue a partner he'd actually like, when he has the opportunity to pursue any partner at least.

Hashirama is very much in favour of his brother finding a partner he'd be happy with, admittedly through a very sappy romantic kind of lens but hey! Support is support. Tobirama will take it, and just tune Hashirama out whenever he gets weirdly mushy about it.

The PROBLEM is that Tobirama's tastes often ultimately mean that anyone he chooses to pursue is someone intense, rather unstable, and powerful. Which means that Tobirama's partners have historically fallen into one of two categories:

People Tobirama breaks up with as soon as he can get away with, because they were chosen for him by someone else and he never actually had any interest in them (see: lady Senju chosen prior to Butsuma's death, also sometimes when someone gets it into their head to matchmake as an attempt to gain any power over the Senju/Tobirama in particular)

People who at some point break up with Tobirama (because they're unstable and it just shook out that way, because they made assumptions and did not stop to fact-xheck or discuss things, because it turns out their obsessive tendencies or morals Do Not match up with Tobirama's, because they decided they didn't want to deal with shinobi (in case of civilians) or didn't want to deal with the Senju clan in particular....) and then use the same power that gained Tobirama's interest to Cause Problems. Like, big ones. Many problems.

Anyway! For this reason, Hashirama encourages Tobirama to seek a partner if he wants to. But he also bans Tobirama from seeking a partner within the Senju clan, or indeed within an allied clan.

Like, under normal circumstances you'd want your clan heir to seek a partner with someone you're on good terms with in order to cement that alliance, or someone you haven't previously interacted with, in order to make a new alliance. But when the scenario is far more likely to be "if (when) this person breaks up with Tobirama, they are going to fucking destroy any possible relationship between their people and our people, and probably do a lot of collateral damage besides"...you don't want like, a generations long alliance or trade deal being fucked up by one person's nasty breakup, you know?

(Tobirama is NOT allowed to court any Uzumaki; if an Uzumaki breaks up with Tobirama and subsequently destroys that longterm alliance as well as permanently fucking up relations between the Senju and Mito's people then Hashirama WILL cry)

He also banned Tobirama from dating anyone closely linked to the Daimyo or regularly seen in the Daimyo's court but Tobirama just looked at Hashirama like he was stupid because he'd assumed that was already a given for "could get far too messy even if it all goes well".

He ALSO banned Tobirama from trying to date someone that could otherwise be a valuable client, which excludes a lot of nobles and wealthy merchants. (I'm imagining something along the lines of "Tobi please, I love you and I want you to be happy, but please please please stop fucking up the Senju finances and alliances in your pursuit of a partner. Please. Look just, ANYWHERE ELSE, please I am begging you little brother")

(Hashirama is desperately trying to do preemptive damage control on his brother's dating life lmao)

Anyway! So previously Tobirama's potential dating pool was "any powerful shinobi, anyone of sufficient wealth or sufficient political capital, anyone very good at information gathering or a stranglehold on a market, AND can be of any alliance (or lack thereof) so long as they're smart + meet Tobirama's other requirements"

Now it's reduced to "any powerful shinobi or anyone very good at information gathering, AS LONG AS their relationship to the Senju is currently either antagonistic or nonexistent, and ideally they should also meet Tobirama's other requirements for a potential partner"

Which is a fairly drastic reduction to his potential dating pool, really, but he's sure he'll manage. It does make things slightly more, ah, 'interesting' when suddenly the main people he can try to date are people who do not have a remotely positive opinion of him, but it's fine, it's not like that will stop him for long.

The punchline of this post is that anyone sufficiently close to Tobirama has been hoping and praying for YEARS that Tobirama never notices that Uchiha Izuna meets every single one of his desired traits in a partner as well as every restriction imposed on his dating life

[i-heart-hxh]

kurapika anon back again!! i would love to know more about your thoughts on the troupe not being fully responsible for the death of the kurta.

personally, i see it more as they committed the actual murder, but someone was pulling the strings, whether that be through the pariston/sheila theory, or tserriednich. especially considering they seem to be under the impression that it’s some kind of revenge on the kurta, while the kurta have been peaceful for a very long time by the time they were massacred.

i saw someone on reddit make the theory that the kurta were the ones that caused meteor city to be so broken down to begin with, but that would be so long ago that i think it would be unreasonable for the troupe to still act on it. possibly chrollo was lied to about that being the case? or falsely told that the kurta were planning an attack?

Hi again!

So, I will say that my theories are all a bit vague, more like a bunch of puzzle pieces than a complete picture, but I'll share my thoughts nonetheless! If anyone else has additions or more insight, feel free to add on--there's so much to consider on this topic, and I don't feel like I've considered every single piece of evidence there is out there.

For a long time, I've felt that there's uncertainty around the Phantom Troupe's actions and the Kurta massacre. For one thing, we've never been shown any images of the Phantom Troupe being involved, nor did any characters we know of directly witness them killing the Kurta, and Uvo initially doesn't remember the Kurta when asked about them (he does when he sees Kurapika's eyes, but even then it seems a little odd). The way the Kurta massacre is set up seems intentionally vague all around, which makes me think there are pieces of the puzzle Togashi has been keeping from us.

He remembers enough where it's entirely possible they did do it or at least heard about it in depth, but also remember the Phantom Troupe started out as an acting troupe. It's possible they either a) did it after being given false information or were manipulated into it, or b) took credit for it for some reason even though they weren't involved. I lean more towards a), but b) is also possible.

I also feel like, the Phantom Troupe are clearly not morally upstanding citizens, to put it mildly, but as we've seen them are they truly capable of a full-on intentional massacre of innocent people, including children, for the sake of money/trophies? Most of the violence we've seen from them has been towards mafia and Chimera Ants. I mean, Feitan does torture people as a hobby and Chrollo kills a whole bunch of audience members in his fight with Hisoka, among other examples, so it's not like it's impossible to even consider they would ever do such a thing, but I'm just somewhat skeptical nonetheless.

The Phantom Troupe backstory threw even more uncertainty into the mix for me. Sarasa is a victim in a similar way to the Kurta, and as of yet the jump between where the Phantom Troupe left off in the flashback and the way the Kurta are killed seems strange. It's likely we'll get something more to fill that gap and explain how this development happened in the manga going forward, but, there's just something about it that seems "off" to me. How did this group of people go from wanting to find the murderers of their friend--albeit at all costs, and saying they are willing to become the villains and kill people in order to get revenge--to a group of people who may have murdered 100+ people for the sake of trophies, similar to what happened to Sarasa? That doesn't match their stated aims, and while it's possible they simply became more and more twisted by going down their road of revenge, I feel like there's more to it. It's interesting either way, so if that is the case, I'll accept it, but I feel like we're missing something major.

Note that they're trying to become so fearsome that people stay away from Meteor City and the people can be safer there/not preyed upon, so that would give them a reason to maybe take credit for what happened to the Kurta even if they weren't involved. And again, they started off as an acting troupe...

I also have had a suspicion for a long time that, with the way Kurapika's powers are set up specifically for the Phantom Troupe, he might eventually end up in a situation where, oops, the Phantom Troupe is not his target after all in order to get what he wants! It feels like a very Togashi kind of irony, and will put him in a difficult position.

Tserriednich is shown with a head above his throne in addition to the scarlet eyes, and his nen beast has a child's head inside of it that looks suspiciously like Pairo's. I think it's very possible Tserriednich or mafia surrounding him were involved in the acquisition of the scarlet eyes. It's possible either the Phantom Troupe were baited or manipulated into killing the Kurta in some way (told that the Kurta were responsible for Sarasa's death and the missing children in Meteor City, for instance), or that they took credit for it in order to bolster their own image as fearsome villains in order to reach their aims.

I also feel like Tserriednich is a direct representation of what Kurapika (and to a certain extent, the Troupe too, at least in the past) resents and abhors--the wanton murder of human beings for reasons of aesthetics, trophies, and "art." So to me, it makes sense he would be Kurapika's ultimate antagonist rather than the Troupe, who in a way are weirdly similar to Kurapika, or at the very least started out that way. If Tserriednich was somehow involved with what happened to Sarasa/the children of Meteor City as well (assuming the timeline supports such a thing, and I'm not totally certain it does), it's even possible Kurapika and the Troupe could end up on the same side, both trying to take Tserriednich down.

There's also the question of Sheila... Like I pointed out in this post, I'm very curious about this panel of her turning away from the Troupe and what it means.

I'm not totally sure I buy the Sheila = Pariston theories (though I haven't ruled it out either), but something is up with Sheila for sure, especially because of her appearance later with Kurapika and Pairo before the Kurta massacre. It's possible she lured someone there, possibly not the Phantom Troupe but maybe mafia members instead--maybe the same mafia members who murdered Sarasa? Or maybe she did pass the info to the Phantom Troupe--but it is weird that here she's shown going away from them with such a sad and complicated expression (as if maybe she were involved with what happened to Sarasa in some way), so it seems odd for her to be working with them later.

@subdee did a great post on this topic as well that has some additional thoughts and evidence as well, so I recommend checking that out!

Ultimately, I think there's a lot of doubt and mystery surrounding the Kurta Massacre, and I do feel like the series is setting up the idea of Tserriednich being the final hurdle for Kurapika to take down. There are a lot of possibilities still for exactly what happened to the Kurta and also for what will happen in the future with Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe, but I do feel like we're still missing a few puzzle pieces that will (hopefully) soon become clear. I do think this arc is going to be the end for the major plots of Kurapika, the Phantom Troupe, and Tserriednich, so I'm very curious and excited for how things will pan out!

[lazarus-harp]

here's some brief notes ( which can be quickly changed ) about the movie from joey's livestream. i only got an hour in so if there's more information then i don't have it, sorry! without further ado, however, here we go :

the cast would be cut down to five or six main stars, since a movie wouldn't be enough time to fully explore all the characters.

inspiration for the film would include : escape room the movie, clue, the hide and seek movie, and saw.

voting will, apparently, still be an element the guests will have to do. it seems like we can expect the old formula as well.

someone asked joey to make the film rated r, which i guess he hadn't considered? he seems excited about the idea of there being a pg 13 version and then a rated r version.

HELP he said there'd also be a rated x version where everyone just gets naked. he thinks this is a really good idea. ( slight lie, a fan suggested it but joey still kinda fucked with it )

the movie won't be s5, but it'll be a continuation of where we ended off in s4. joey advised to view the movie as an in-between for the two seasons since he wants it to be more of a standalone.

if the fans raised 2.5+ million dollars, joey would be more than willing to say 'fuck the movie!' and just do a season. since etn s1 only took two-ish million to get made it would be do-able ; low budget but it'd work.

in the film they'd be able to really commit to violent and unique deaths. youtube hadn't wanted things to get too violent, so most of them happened off screen. now that the creative control is in joey's hands he wants to make the people actually act out their deaths and have more fun with them.

“a cd version? you wanna listen to the movie? 🤨”

joey asked if people would like to see tik-tok people on etn to which everyone was screaming no. joey said he'd take note of this.

someone asked for tyler oakley to come back and joey said he wanted s6 to be the all winners season. guessing this means we won't get any of the survivors back for the movie?

he seems to be having fun with the idea of tana coming back, somewhat. there were other people he joked about having back ( like ro and justine ) but he talked about tana the longest. just interesting to note!

okay so despite saying he only wanted to bring back one person from previous seasons, he asked the stream if they'd prefer people who have done it before, a new cast of people, or a mix! lots of people wanted a new cast but he saw some people who wanted a mixed bag. joey suggests bringing one person back again, since there's limited roles. it seems like it'd be a dead guest.

lots of people wanted markiplier in it as a youtuber who can act, to which joey contemplated this and said mark might be down since he was almost in a season earlier.

the movie will be mostly scripted with some improv and roleplay elements.

there might also be scripted voting?

the short was filmed two months ago.

joey was given the suggestion to make an onlyfans to help fund the movie. he said no </3

joey spoils one of the challenges for the movie since he promised to do so if the campaign hit 26k. he went on to say he has a good idea for a challenge inspired by dead by daylight. while it wouldn't involve hooks, there'd be an idea similar to having to run around a killer and do things to save your friend(s).

they'd be able to do more cinematography and more creative shots with a scripted film. they weren't able to do much with the camera work in the seasons because the cameramen never knew where the cast was going.

trisha is definitely going to be in it, at least as long as she wants to be.

hope this was of interest to anyone! i obviously didn't jot down everything but i did my best to note the information i found the most intriguing.

[project-prisma]

Hello! I'm absolutely in love with the themes of all the units so I've been thinking about joining for some time now but not knowing anything about the team or what will be required from anyone who joins (for example, are there any strict deadlines or how often does one have to create something?) is making it difficult.

Having no information aside from the characters about what I'm getting into is really stopping me from sending an application form (cause it feels really official idk?) So maybe some comments and info about the work in the project would be a bit helpful?

Thanks for asking!

We only have two requirements for people who join: be somewhat active and take at least a few assignments. We do have exemptions, so if you need to take a break you can just send one!

All the information is written in docs (many, many docs). We have set deadlines, mainly for artists, but they can be moved. Most of the team still goes to school, including the owners, and we know how busy life can get. We also have spreadsheets to keep track of assignments, and they're a lifesaver.

We might seem super serious, but we're mostly socially awkward and extremely excited teenagers/young adults who like to spam Naho La Creatura sticker. While we do want to work, we also want to have fun.

This is the sticker btw:

Hope this helped, and hope to see you soon!

[kinopeachy]

Why I think Waluigi and Rosalina work as a couple

I decided to write this informal essay/semi-fanfic (?) for some reason, I hope you all enjoy it ☺️ I ended up posting screenshots of this draft on Twitter as a thread but have decided to post it here as well haha. They might have initially become popular due to being the “leftover characters” to pair up as a het couple besides Mareach, Luaisy, and (sometimes) Warmona but they absolutely very much still work on their own!

Waluigi and Rosalina may seem like such different characters, but I think beneath the surface they’re actually a lot more similar than they appear to be…and that there’s actually a lot of hidden potential between them as a ship.

(more under the cut!)

I should preface this by saying that I do NOT think they work realistically if they fall in love at first sight. I think Rosalina — especially after interacting with Mario and friends after so long being alone — would be quite guarded and very hesitant to be close to/befriend anyone right away, much less fall in love with them…this is also more of a feeling based on her character but I don’t think she’s the type to really be attracted to anyone based on looks alone. I feel she’s the type of person who falls in love with someone — albeit very slowly — because of who they are on the inside. (For this reason I view all Rosalina ships as somewhat slow-burn, at least on her end).

As for Waluigi, he would probably be attracted to Rosalina based on her looks and what he’s heard about her at first glance, as well as fascinated with her mysterious aura, but he wouldn’t love her in a deeper way until later. I think his initial impression would be that she is beautiful but too unattainable — even more so than Daisy, with how reserved, secretive, and how otherworldly she looks. He doesn’t know much about her, but he’s heard bits from Wario about her being a very powerful being/guardian from space that Mario met while saving Peach yet again, so I feel like with this info he becomes interested in knowing more about her and (eventually) becomes more fascinated with her than with Daisy. He does pursue her a bit romantically at the start, but not too seriously.

Anyway, first thing is I think they would relate to each other over the fact that they’re both incredibly lonely for different reasons and that they are outsiders.

Rosalina is lonely because she’s never interacted with this many humans since she left with the Luma to find its mother and is getting used to being on earth again after so much time. I feel like just before she met and befriended Mario, she longed for human connection she hadn’t had in centuries as she felt that the Lumas couldn’t fully relate to her feelings sometimes, but didn’t know how to go about it. She is also obviously an outsider as she has lived in space for most of her existence and is just getting used to how modern society works, including modern slang and technology, so she feels a little out of place even if Mario and her friends like her presence.

On the other hand, Waluigi is lonely because he’s always overlooked and overshadowed by everyone as well as seen as so much of a loser that no one believes in him. Outside of the kart/party/sports events, he’s never really invited to anything and isn’t particularly close with anybody except for Wario, but even then, Wario kind of goes off to do his own thing a lot. He never really belongs anywhere and is just…there most of the time.

This moment where they end up relating to each other wouldn’t happen right away — I don’t see either of them as the type to instantly befriend each other upon their first meeting — but I like to think it happens after Rosalina has gone to a few of the sports/kart/party events. At this point they would be aware of each other’s existence, and would have interacted a few times (with these interactions mostly being Waluigi either doing his usual grumbling or flirting with Rosa because he thinks she’s kind of attractive, she would be a bit taken aback but not really think much of it), but they don’t really see each other in a particularly positive or negative light, kind of more neutrally. Waluigi would kind of like Rosalina because of his attraction to and fascination with her, but would be a bit suspicious of her intentions because of her connection to Mario and the gang. Rosalina would think Waluigi is an…interesting character and isn’t as disgusted or as repulsed by his nature as others (she doesn’t let stuff like that bother her), but she wouldn’t really think much else of him.

However, when it does happen, Rosalina happens to catch Waluigi in a rare moment of weakness when he thinks no one is looking, one where he seems kind of...sad, which is quite uncharacteristic of him. She sees a crack through his usually carefully crafted persona he has of being vain, rude, conceited, and overconfident — which is all a façade. He actually isn’t very confident in himself at all, and has very poor self-esteem. No one — not his (former) crush Daisy, not his rival Luigi, sometimes not even his brother/friend Wario as he can be a bit self-absorbed and dismissive of him sometimes — seems to really care about him…

Rosalina is incredibly perceptive, so she happens to pick up on this small moment and that’s how she ends up confronting him. (She usually isn’t one to approach others first, but she felt compelled to since being the naturally nurturing, comforting person she is, she just couldn’t watch him being sad.) And through this moment — though they don’t get overly personal about their pasts yet — Waluigi somehow ends up being honest about his feelings of worthlessness and not belonging, and Rosalina assures him that he is worthy and that she relates to the feeling of being an outsider, having not spent too much time on this planet. This marks the beginning of an unlikely friendship where Waluigi ends up not playing up this persona as much when around Rosalina and ends up feeling supported for the first time in his life. As for Rosalina, she would feel less weird about being an outsider knowing he is too — I feel like Waluigi would be surprisingly supportive during her weak moments especially after she showed him so much kindness. Through this friendship, they’d slowly begin to trust each other more, share more about themselves, and (eventually) fall in love.

The next thing is, I feel like they would bring the best in each other. Rosalina would bring out more of Waluigi’s calmer, more mellow self; Waluigi would bring out more of Rosalina’s childish, whimsical self. I feel that because of their past experiences, these parts of their personalities don’t really shine through as much anymore…

For Waluigi, this is more headcanon than anything, but I imagine he has been dismissed all throughout his upbringing and childhood by his parents/family, so his persona is a way for him to deal with these negative feelings of worthlessness. This part of his past brings up negative memories which I feel like could be one reason he is quite secretive about his personal life…so I feel like Rosalina is helpful in reassuring him and calming him down when he feels especially angry or bitter about himself.

For Rosalina, I think deep down she still has a bit of unresolved grief over losing her mother and family as well as feels the weight of the responsibilities as the mother of the Lumas and protector of the cosmos so she lost a lot of the childish whimsical self that she had…she easily gets stressed and forgets to enjoy herself…I like to think Waluigi is a prankster even if he’s acting in a more good natured manner so he always tries to find a way to make Rosalina smile/laugh. I love thinking about them doing goofy things together from time to time…

There’s a bit more to it than this but like. These are the two big reasons that I feel they can work. I know it seems very strange and I hope it doesn’t seem too out of character for them but I hope you can see my vision 😭

[lover-of-skellies]

Jack Skellington Smoochability???

This makes me want to lose my mind, in the best way possible. For some unholy reason, that I can’t even begin to explain

Gonna tag all of you, because you brought this on yourselves >:| (/j, obviously)

@a-kiwi-fruit-that-makes-ocs @horsegirl469 @dragon-phoenix-along @lunarreaper12 @scienceisfood @nugget--daddy @madness-of-void @galaxytalesans20982

Jack Skellington gets a smooch-ability rating of 6 out of 12. He’s a decent enough choice, but there are some potential hazards/risks (mostly his hygiene) that you should take into consideration before leaning in for a smooch

1) Is his mouth dangerous? His teeth are not flat or super jagged, but they are somewhat sharp. Not nearly sharp enough to slice open your lip, of course, but enough so that they could still cause some discomfort. He’s only getting 1 point here, due to that

(Added a picture for reference, just because I can)

2) Would Jack bite? Is he aggressive? Admittedly, I haven’t seen Nightmare Before Christmas in so, SO long, so I remember very little of the movie. From what I vaguely remember, Jack strikes me as someone who does whatever they want, whenever they feel like it. Biting would probably be included in that. Though… in his defense, he seemed pretty laidback, and while he can be “scary”, I don’t think he’s truly aggressive. Not in a way that’d result in people being genuinely hurt by him, at least. I’ll give 2 points, since even though I’m not sure how much I’d trust him not to bite, at the very least he wouldn’t be actively trying to take a chunk out of anyone’s face

3) Are there any health hazards to the smoocher? He doesn’t carry weapons or anything that the smoocher could accidentally get hurt by, he might be somewhat of a biohazard. Because even though he’s not a walking corpse like Springtrap or eternally bleeding from the mouth like Geno, he still comes from a place where cobwebs, bugs and spiders crawling around, and sleeping in coffins is normal. We don’t know what his personal hygiene is like or how often he brushes his teeth. That being said… I’d say he gets 0 points for his questionable hygiene and potential yuckiness

4) Does he have a sympathetic backstory? Honestly, we don’t know anything about his backstory. I googled it, and all I found was that he used to be human. I’m not sure about his cause of death or what he was like as a human, but in the movie, he wants a change of pace. Despite his fame and success, he wants something more than that, so he can feel complete, in a sense. Which then leads to him kidnapping Santa Claus, creating destructive weapons (according to one of the websites I checked), and upsetting the entire town. He doesn’t mean to, of course, but his actions still did. Even though I kinda feel for him a little in regards to him wanting to find “something more”, all in all, the lack of information about him makes it hard for me to say his backstory is sympathetic. 0 points here

5) Does he deserve smooches? If you take everything he does that I listed in the point above and then also take into consideration what he was like as a friend to Sally (being a terrible listener, ignoring her objections to things, and talking over her), then…. No, I don’t think he’s too deserving. Maybe, maybe 1 point here if you squint because he had to eventually right his wrongs, but that still kind of feels like a stretch to me

6) Is he cute or cool? I wouldn’t say he’s cute, no. Definitely not based on the choices he made in the movie, at least. I could see him being cool though, both design-wise and in terms of his supernatural abilities. I’ll give him 2 points for coolness

In total, (no one come for me over this), Jack Skellington gets a smooch-ability rating of 6. While I personally wouldn’t smooch him, you’re free to, if you really wanted. He’s not the best possible smooching partner, but you could trust him to not maim you for it, at the very least. Feel free to take my rating with a grain of salt, because again, I haven’t watched the movie in such a long time, and I’m going solely off of what I found online in a few different websites and articles

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Eating the Spring Shoots of Dog-Strangling Vine--An Experiment

**WARNING** Every member of the milkweed family is poisonous. Some members, including all milkweeds (Asclepias) are edible after cooking, though some need more thorough cooking than others. Beginning foragers should absolutely not try this. More experienced foragers do so at their own risk.

Invasive species are everywhere. They differ from naturalized non-native plants in that they negatively impact the environment outside their native range. Dandelions, for example are not invasive in many places despite their numbers. But dog-strangling vine (Vincetoxicum) most certainly is. Its roots release a chemical in the ground that is poisonous to other plants and it's just close enough to the milkweeds to fool the monarch butterflies into laying their eggs on them, but the hatchlings then starve because they can't eat them. Garlic mustard is another invasive plant in North America and it also releases chemicals in the soil, but it's a perfectly edible plant and could in theory be eaten out of existence. Pity the same isn't true of dog-strangling vine--or is it?

The dogbanes (Apocynum) are another genus in the milkweed family and are known to be much more poisonous than milkweeds typically are (again, some are more poisonous than others). Yet there are edible uses for hemp dogbane (Apocynum cannabinum). It just happens to involve more preparation than, say, common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca).

I'm unaware of anyone dying from consuming dog-strangling vine, unlike lily-of-the-valley, yet another invasive species, which has killed people. In fact I couldn't find evidence of anyone eating it at all. I'm sure I can't have been the first to try, but if it's ever been recorded that information is not easily accessible.

I've read a lot about preparation of poisonous plants into edible vegetables and what I found in common is that young shoots seem to be the safest and generally you boil them (some in several changes of water). Pokeweed, for example, is deadly poisonous but for the young shoots in spring before the stems turn red. In that stage you can cook and eat them, and they used to be harvested fairly regularly and canned and sold in grocery stores.

So my plan was that I would try just a little to start and see if I got sick or had any worrying symptoms and work my way up. This is what I started with:

Just three little shoots from the garden. I fried them up until tender and crispy, at which point they also smelled quite nice, kind of a mix of asparagus and spinach, where before they had an unpleasant chemical smell. The taste was quite nice too. A sweet asparagus flavour. No symptoms after waiting a week.

That gave me some confidence because frying is considerably less thorough than boiling is and yet no adverse reaction. So the next step was to try a handful:

Since these were somewhat older I had to cut the ends off some of them, as you would asparagus. Cooked them longer and on higher heat, just in case. Also threw in some daisy buds. Same asparagus spinach smell, same sweet asparagus flavour. And again, no symptoms.

I waited a little over a week and then it was time for the final stage:

This time I did boil them, since I didn't want to play fuck around and find out *that* much. I then fried them up with some mushrooms I'd collected that day and then I mixed it all into some Annie's pasta, along with fresh invasive onions from the ravine. The final result was enough for three meals' worth, so I had a third for dinner, more for lunch the next day, and the rest for lunch the following day. It's now over 24 hours since yesterday's lunch. No symptoms.

This doesn't make it generally edible. I am a data point of one. What I can say is that, at least for some people this plant can be consumed young if cooked thoroughly with no short-term ill effects. Note that some people are able to eat the poisonous mushroom species of the Agaricus genus with no symptoms. They're still poisonous mushrooms.

The point is it's promising! I have shown it is *possible*. If other brave people who exercise appropriate caution eventually have similar results then, well, anecdata becomes data. :)

For my part I will definitely be adding this plant to my mental list of spring vegetables that require thorough cooking.

[buriedunderdaffodils]

i also spent some time researching the radqueer community and transIDs* and... i am so glad that accepting our own paraphilias didn't lead us into that community. christ. big rant ahead beware my hyperverbal beam

(tw for under the cut: just so much. so much. imagine every way you can be shitty and bigoted and abusive.)

to be entirely clear, things like BIID, feeling like a different age than you are physically, feeling like something other than a human, wanting to be plural and creating a system, having any paraphilias - that's all fine and dandy in our book. i have headmates who feel older or younger than our body, and a good chunk of us are, internally, nonhuman in some way. we can relate to lots of experiences people with transIDs have, even if we don't use those labels. and this entire blog started as a way for us to express our own paraphilias. it would be fucking laughable for us to say "well we're not a bad person for being aroused by violence and death and rape, but a pedophile who takes care not to harm children is still a monster who should die-" no. that's hypocritical. our stance is firmly that no paraphilias are inherently "bad", what matters are your actions.

our problem with the radqueer community comes from... various reasons. for one thing, shit like blackface and yellowface aren't suddenly not racist just because you really really wish you were black/asian/so on.

for another, "transharmful/transhateful" and other labels under those umbrellas are the least fucking trans things i've ever seen. people are not abusers, or stalkers, or kidnappers, unless they engage in those specific behaviors. and we get having urges to hurt people, we really do, but it is not a trans experience because people don't get assigned these things the way people get assigned genders. it is everyone's CHOICE whether to make themselves into abusers/stalkers/kidnappers, by abusing or stalking or kidnapping. even when considering that some people ARE wrongly accused of such behavior, the closest thing there is to a gender assignment equivalent, would they be trans-innocent for maintaining their innocence? no, they're just innocent. is someone who abuses their partner in secret while the community thinks well of them "assigned" innocent and actually trans-abusive? no, they're an abuser. because they abuse. if someone wants to abuse people but doesn't, they are simply not an abuser, because they don't abuse people. if you "transition" to be a stalker by stalking people, you are not trans-stalker, you are a stalker. you were not a stalker before, because no one is born a stalker, and you were not "assigned" Not A Stalker at birth, because no one comes out of the womb stalking people. EVERY single stalker in the world was once not a stalker. you just have a desire to stalk people. and that's!!! ok!!!! sometimes we do too!!!!!! it's fine to have urges as long as you don't actually hurt anyone. but all this transharm shit does not function the same way gender/sex assignment and gender/sex transition function.

and then we have the "transnazi" label which we have personally seen people use for themselves although it sounds like trolling. and maybe it could be! because the way we see it, if you have a feeling that you "should" be a nazi - if you have enough sympathy for nazis to feel such an important connection to them that you label yourself a transnazi - you're just a fucking nazi. end of. and it would be easy to say that these are just a few fascist trolls trying to make the queer community look bad, except that this label gets included in community informational resources and is considered to be under the umbrella terms of transhate/transharm, which tells me that A) the transnazi label is at least SOMEWHAT accepted in the rq community, and B) it does not conflict with broader rq ideas of labeling harmful and often bigoted ideologies, urges, and behavior as trans. a community that widely accepts nazis is a community full of nazis. and the thing about the rq ideology is, it demands that people in the in-group accept ALL these identities, that is the basis of what it means to be radqueer and people within the community get treated like shit if they try to object. super cool fascist echo chamber, super duper cool /s

i haven't even touched yet on contact stances, ie "do you think children/animals/corpses/etc can consent to sex (with an adult/with a human/at all/etc)? if not, should paraphiles be allowed to have sex with them anyway?" if you need someone with my kinds of paraphilias to tell you that this is fucked up - honestly i'm just surprised you read this far? thanks? if i weren't so disgusted by your lack of care about consent, i would be flattered.

there's a lot more that irks me about this topic but i think it's time for me to move on, i've gotten my thoughts out of my head and mostly just wanted to elaborate on our anti-radqueer stance since unfortunately there's a lot of overlap between that community and many of the ones we're part of.

* note: yes i am fully aware the term transID includes transgender. i'm not referring to being transgender.

[appalamutte]

Does Skyler have the "conversation" with E?

Okay, y'all. This is it. I've sat on it over the last few days, and, well, I can't see how this relationship with E - platonic, romantic, whatever we are or end up - can healthily continue without having a discussion on what it is I'm feeling for him.

Now this scares the ever living shit out of me. But courage is found through experience and love is all about communication and being vulnerable and, really, I think it's unfair to the both of us to not be open and honest with him.

So, to make this informed, I'm going to put a list of things E has done that I think does show interest, and then a list of things E has done that I think doesn't show interest. This is a somewhat long post because I'm also using it as my own sounding board to look back on, so I do apologize for that. Also, I like just spilling my guts every opportunity I can get.

Therefore, as of December 27th, 2024:

Things E has done that I (and others) believe show some sort of interest:

Openly been flirty with me from the get-go, including being flirty with me in group settings or around others. Other people have noticed this flirting.

Holds this sort of eye contact with me that.....doesn't feel completely like eye contact with a friend. It's charged, lingering, magnetic if you will. I've never experienced it before, and it's one of those things that, even if no one else believes it, I can feel it in my gut, wholeheartedly, that it's different with him. One other person has commented that they sort of see it too - when I talk, he apparently looks at me with such focus that it's almost like there's a "sparkle" in his eye or something.

Has openly "checked me out" at least once. Like, eyes moving across my whole body and lingering.......down below. (I was wearing admittedly tight running shorts).

The one time he came to pick me up for an event, he parked his car. Got out of his car. Walked to my front door. Rang the doorbell. Waited on my front porch for me to come out. Greeted me. Then we walked back to his car. (I've never personally been picked up for a date before, but I swear, this felt like that).

....Appreciated? My new hairstyle in a very open way. Where I went from super pinpoint straight hair to a curled perm. As in, when he first saw it: he was talking to someone else, someone who was standing right in front of him; I walked in and he immediately looked at me; he never looked away, his eyes followed me across the room until I stopped off to the side; meanwhile, this person never stopped talking to him and he almost, like....well, not ignored them, but I definitely had his attention.

Things E has done that I (and others) am not sure how to read:

He's become very chivalrous with me, especially as of late. Holds doors open for me, cleans up my trash/tray when we go out to eat, holds my purse when I use the restroom. He's ex-military so it could fully just be a respect thing he's learned, but I've never seen him personally clean other people's trash. He's cleaned trash after group lunches, but never one-on-one, and he's never held anyone else's purse either - though I don't think I've seen him be given the opportunity to besides with me.

He sent me a post on Instagram a few weeks ago that read, "I don't flirt, I just say every thought I have and hope for the best." I didn't think much of it at all until I was going through our DMs a few nights ago, and every friend I've asked says that's not something a straight guy sends his platonic guy friend.

Once, it came up in conversation about the differences between dating men and dating women. He said that he would think it'd be easier to date men. I joked "straight men, maybe." He laughed and said "yeah, maybe. I've never dated a guy before so I don't know." His reasoning is that he thinks it's easier to understand men than women, which could totally just be a straight guy thing, but all my friends say that sounds like he's at least questioning. I want to say he also asked "is it really that different?" or something, but I can't remember.

We hang out. A ton. Enough that my best friend joked that I see E more than she sees her long-term boyfriend. She was definitely exaggerating, but before the holidays, I definitely saw him more than any other friend.

He's only ever been flirty in that teasing sort of manner. No flirty comments about, like, getting into the bedroom or anything physical/sexual. No flirty compliments. No flirty touches either, really, but I'm starting to think he's not a touchy person in general. I sure as hell am not lol.

The last time we got food together, I definitely caught his eyes dropping to my lips, but I was also bringing my cup to my mouth to take a drink. I don't know if maybe the movement just caught his attention or what. I've never noticed him looking at my lips before, but I've also never looked for it either.

Things E has done that don't show interest:

When we worked together, he asked if two separate women were seeing anybody. The first time, I wasn't out to him yet so he didn't know I was gay. The second time was during the phase where I was open with him about being active on dating apps - this was also during a time when it felt like he was pulled back from me a bit. The spark was gone between us during this time, though I feel it's started to come back recently.

He joked that, since he's new to the area, he wanted me to be his "wingman" to help find him a girlfriend. Again, this was before he knew I was gay, and it hasn't come up in a while.

Overall, he has never explicitly said he's into guys. Though I've never outright asked him.

I don't hear from him much when we're not together in-person. When we worked together, this wasn't an issue - we saw each other daily at work. It also wasn't a super big issue when he first left our office. It's really just been an issue the last week or so, but it's also been a holiday week so I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt right now. I don't think he's also a big texter - rarely do we have a full-blown back-and-forth conversation through text, and unless I'm asking him a question, often times the convo ends with him leaving me on read. Like, the only communication we've had with each other for five days now has just been sending stuff on social media (this is not including the Merry Christmas texts since we both celebrate). It might be the longest we've gone without really, actually talking.

The biggest, most glaring issue is that I don't know if he's also into guys. But if so many other people see something between us, that has to mean something, right? If others have noticed his flirting, the looks he gives me, the way he's always around me, that has to mean something. And like I said, it just.....feels different with him then it ever has with any other guy friends I've had. And the last time we saw each other, something shifted, I think. I felt like it did - the way he looked at me felt more, I don't know, warm? Soft? Intense in a good way?

Maybe he's a naturally flirty, naturally inviting person. Maybe I'm delusional and psychotic and am losing my mind over nothing. Maybe everyone else who agrees that they see something is just telling me what I want to hear and isn't being honest.

But, anyway, I need my internet friends and family to help me decide:

Just as a note, if I do decide to have the conversation, I don't know how soon it will be. I'll honest to god need to take a shot beforehand just to muster up the courage lol.

[archersgoon]

celie disillusionment arc real & true

The Celie disillusionment arc is my personal theory regarding Celie’s life over the next five-or-so years post-canon. It’s mainly the assumption that she’s going to have some sort of upheaval regarding the intersection of her sense of duty towards Lumatere (and Isaboe) and her own personal love for it (and Isaboe, and her family, and Froi in particular), and that this will lead to her souring somewhat on her role in Lumatere’s foreign intelligence and how it impacts her relationships with others. The key assumption I’m making here is that Celie isn’t aware of Froi’s previous role as an assassin, at least not during the events of the main series.

(putting the rest under the cut because it got away from me somewhat)

I argue this for several reasons. First, no one else in her family has been told explicitly. They suspect, Abian and August in particular, but to my memory it’s never explicitly confirmed for them. Regarding Celie herself, there’s this section in Ferragost:

This is pretty clearly not the statement of a woman who knows, first of all, that her brother is in Charyn in the first place, and second of all, that he nearly got killed as a result of this specific action. To be honest, given what she says after the highlighted section, it’s possible she’d think on it very similarly even if she was aware, although in that case I do think there would at least be an aside. Anyway, the implication here is that she is not aware of Froi’s recent actions, though I have no idea what she thinks he’s doing at this point in time.

From here, it’s reasonable to assume that she’s also unaware of his prior extracurricular activities with Perri and Trevanion. It’s difficult to extrapolate any particulars of her relationship with Froi, but she refers to him as a “brother of her heart” in Ferragost, and Abian refers to her feeling something like this towards him during a conversation with Isaboe in the main series, so I’m assuming that they love each other quite dearly, even if they’re not very up-to-date on each other’s lives.

The other relevant piece of information upon which the arc is based is this:

While Celie is careful not to include her own thoughts on the matter, she’s Isaboe’s man through and through, and as such does come off as backing her in this situation. The question I ask is this: what happens if the half-truth she gives Celie isn’t enough?

Isaboe is Celie’s closest friend. She gives her truths she gives no one else (except maybe Froi; see QoC chapter 10, although I am not getting into the implications of that right now, see this post). Their friendship is just different and more special than the rest of Isaboe’s friendships. It seems that if Isaboe was going to be completely honest with anyone, it’d be Celie. We know that’s not the case, but I don’t think Celie does. At least, she hasn’t really confronted what it means, that her best friend would (and does!) lie to her if she deems it necessary.

Anyway, with those establishing bits out of the way, let’s get on to the actual meat of the piece: post-canon Celie. From here on out I do a lot of speculation, you may very well disagree, it’s literally fine.

I mentioned it before (here) but what I basically think is going to happen is a gradual ramping up of Celie’s responsibilities as a spy in Belegonia. At the end of Ferragost she did technically come under suspicion, but given that they found nothing and people don’t really like Banyon all that much anyway, she can probably play it cool, albeit after a period of low activity to allay any suspicion. Once that happens, she’ll probably start passing information north on a very regular basis (maybe they’ll even give her someone else to work with). I mentioned it here, but post-canon Lumatere does gain something of an upper hand in their dealings with Belegonia, which could allow for more active moves on their (and Celie’s) part. I do think, at some point, she’ll be asked to kill someone. Probably not for a while, and it’ll be the result of very careful deliberation (well, as careful as they get – I’m not super convinced this is a strength of theirs), but it will happen.

While she works up to this though, there’s also the matter of Froi. Everyone knows about that scene at the creek. I don’t care; the Monts saw it, the Turlans saw it, the valley-dwellers saw it. Everyone’s going to hear about it. So, he was in Charyn, and Celie didn’t know. She’s quick on the uptake though, presumably she figures out he was sent to kill the king pretty quickly. Went off the rails, but I guess that’s just his loving nature! Not really the behaviour you’d expect from someone who’d been doing torture on the regular though, so at first I believe she doesn’t realise. She thinks the Charyn king was his first serious assignment, because he’s not really suited to that kind of lifestyle. There’s this line in Ferragost, which suggests she’s not familiar with the local extrajudicial program:

Obviously, you can make the argument that she’s just not counting these ones due to their actions, and I think she probably does know about them on some level; but the wording of this really makes it seem like she’s not consciously aware of these things happening.

Celie knows Froi was sent to kill the king, but that seems like it. Except, as time goes on, she finds herself experiencing all sorts of weird and unpleasant emotions that she can’t really name. Finds herself lashing out, or retreating into herself, all this nasty stuff that’s so familiar, yet she can’t figure out why, until… oh. That’s right. Froi used to get like this sometimes, when they were both still living at home. She’d just put it down to his former life back then, obviously he was having trouble adjusting to life with their family.

So, I think she starts putting pieces together. She could probably figure out the general shape of things in terms of how local assassinations work, given her newfound involvement (even though they’d obviously keep her out of the loop as much as possible), and from there it’s not a massive leap to figure out Froi’s involvement. Presumably she discovers the link between that seal she swiped and Froi’s life being threatened at some point. They wouldn’t even tell her that much.

This is the tricky part, because I’m not 100% on what her response to this would be, that is, I don’t think she’d be surprised, by either the fact that he was doing all that or the fact that she was lied to, because that’s how Isaboe rolls, she knows that. Even so, it would be reasonable to assume this is an upsetting realisation for her, because subconsciously she probably assumed that her relationship with Isaboe was exempt from this. It also contextualises her family’s increasing distance from the palace. I guess what it really comes down to, is that they could do this again, and she wouldn’t know. She has three other brothers, Talon’s described as shrewd. Will he be used by the palace for the good of the kingdom? Will he have a choice? Should he have a choice? And there it is. Celie does her duty, always. But she doesn’t see it the same way for everyone. When Banyon has her rooms searched, she has this to say:

It pretty heavily implies that love, or even simply good feeling, should come before duty. At least for Banyon, since his duty is to the Belegonian crown, which to Celie should obviously come second to her duty (sidenote: genuinely, I don’t know what she was expecting him to do here). So, if she wavers in her sense of duty at all, it’s pretty quickly going to conflict irreparably with love for those she cares about (including Isaboe I think). First, her brother runs himself ragged in the name of penance for his past sins. Next, she sacrifices herself on the altar of duty. She says she wants a love like her parents’, at least once, and she’s decided she wants it with Banyon. That is very much not achievable given her current responsibilities, and is going to be entirely impossible once those responsibilities become both larger and stricter. What she wants is locked off from her entirely, and the only way her brother managed to be really, truly happy was to remove himself from the system entirely. There’s that barrier between them. It’s always been there, but it’s truly impassable now, like with Banyon. He cannot compromise his and his family’s interests in the name of Lumatere. I figure she probably resents him for this for a good long while.

So: Celie lost her chance at love (the only thing she says she really wants), and her brother is entirely separate from her and the rest of their family now. Harm came to him as a result of her actions, and she wasn’t told. It seems very likely that the same thing could happen again, and she’d have no idea. What if this time, someone is hurt permanently? Or dies? Any of her other brothers could be recruited at any point, with no hope of reprieve, and there’s nothing she can do about it. She has to kill people without any information on why (that she hasn’t gathered herself). The shine of spying has well and truly worn off. What happens now?

There are a few possibilities here. What I do think is inevitable is a permanent rift between Sayles and the palace. Whether Celie is a part of this is less clearcut, as is the extent of its impact in both personal and political aspects. It’s possible she could just put her head down, be a miserable, disillusioned (ha!) tool of the state, and get on with her job, maybe get married off to some foreign lordling in the future. Or, she could focus on her job, get into it, even the unsavoury bits (this is Celie’s villain arc, for the record). Maybe she starts questioning the entire system. One person with all the decision-making ability and all the information isn’t sustainable and isn’t fair (“No gods, no masters,” – Celina-May of the Lumateran Flatlands). But what I think (well, hope) is going to happen is some variation on this: in the long run, Celie is a lot less replaceable than Froi. Her in with the Belegonian royal family is going to be very difficult to replicate. Therefore, she has some bargaining power. With this, in addition to her deep friendship with Isaboe, I think she can set some boundaries. It’ll probably cost her the depth of that friendship, they’ll never be that close again, but she’ll be able to live. She’ll definitely still be doing the occasional assassination, but the reasoning won’t be as opaque. She could have long-term goals (it would certainly be nice if we could legitimise our own succession laws, and wouldn’t the princess-turned-queen be sooo grateful if we could help her?). Maybe she gets a heads-up if anyone else important gets involved in her line of work. Any risks to the people she cares about? She knows about them. Probably the relevant individuals don’t, but that’s alright. I don’t think Celie’s really happy unless she’s doing something at least a little morally dubious.

[eris1521987]

Hello to whoever stumbles across this post, I am currently in search of VA's for the Mario cast for a Mario VRC series I am working on. If you are interested there is some criteria you will need to meet, and some stuff you need to know. First off the qualifications you need to meet in order to join in the first place. You need to at least have an oculus, the ability to voice act a character, and of course all newbies must be 18 or older to join. So if you are interested look up my group The Super Mario VRC Adventures RP on vrc and request to join it. From there I will send you a friend request and invite you when you're only online to interview you basically, as well as perform an audition for the character you wish to voice act. Don't expect to come in expecting a role such as Mario to be available, and that you can just do a Mario voice and call it a day. We already have several people voicing characters, these characters include Mario, Luigi, Peach, Daisy, Larry, Roy, Ludwig, DK Snr, Wario, Main Yoshi, Main DK, Fawful, Iggy, and K Rool. As for avaliable roles you have Bowser, Main Toad, Morton, Wendy, Lemmy, Diddy, Boom Boom, E Gadd, Kamek, and King Boo. Note the available roles can end up changing sometime after this post is made, so be sure to check and see if that role is filled or not. Some character roles may not be listed on the group or here but they are characters I will end up using later on. Right now I am currently looking for someone to voice Bowser, Pauline, Kamek, and Toad. This is because I need VAs for these roles so we can start recording. I would like to mention here I am hoping to find someone who can do a movie Toad or 64 Toad voice over is current voice, since his current voice is somewhat grading. You will also need to make sure you will be able to show up for recording. Recording times will be anywhere between 7pm-10:30pm Central Time for recordings whenever possible. If you want to be part of it, this will be the recording times. Btw we could go past the 10:30pm time if need be. They won't be every week but whenever possible. With that being said some characters will be used more often than others, so make sure you pick one that you can handle. For example, will use Bowser far more often than we will use Waluigi, which should explain itself. Characters such as Toads, Goombas, Koopas, and humans anyone play and voice act whenever they aren't needed as their character. For example, say we need a Goomba to attack Mario for an episode while we don't need Roy in said episode. The Roy VA can stand in as a Goomba. Also, for further information simply read the rules and group info. Also, this project is for fun at least for now so there is currently nothing along the lines of payment.

[glassautomaton]

Y'know what? I've been thinking about this concept for a while, and I'd like to hear your thoughts.

So, technically, the world Lily Veselka comes from has ended. It's classified as an end of human conscious scenario (I forgot the specific terminology for it, lol), so.. hypothetically, it would be possible for Jacqueline to end up there at some point? Yes? No?

I think it would be a very interesting concept if Iris and Jackie got into a fight on an op and soon after Jacqueline ends up dying, or maybe Jacqueline was just thinking a lot about Iris on one of her testing excursion days, and ended up in the 3002 timeline.

Something, something, the relationship between the end of the world and the singular person left to wander it is very yuri

Alright so I already wrote this all out and accidentally deleted the draft so this response my be more concise than what I initially wrote down.

This is actually something I’ve thought about before, and it is certainly possible, likely, even. That said, I don’t think I’ll include it in Devil’s Advocate, as fun as it would be, as fitting it into the storyline in a way that doesn’t feel like a detour would be difficult.

I feel a little bad talking about Lily when I've only included her in Voices Carry, so she's not the most well-defined to my readers. That said, assuming Lily 'wins' at the end of SCP-3002 (which I do), she's probably realized that it's difficult to find a good conversation partner when you can read and influence the minds of just about anyone. Lily would be a little desperate to find someone, anyone, she can have a real interpersonal interaction with. She's desperate to find some way to validate her own identify and existence, and aside from that, keeping the world running in perfect harmony would just be so boring after a while.

Jackie, on the other hand, might let her curiosity get the better of her when it comes to Lily. She is a bit of a nerd, after all you don't get into her situation by putting science after your other priorities, and how many times do you get to have a conversation with the apocalypse? Lily can be downright personable, if more than a little vindictive. Besides that, it would probably be a good idea to humor her to at least get some good information. Also Jackie why were you spending your final moments thinking about another woman

In the sense of each parties having a fascination with each other, one in order to validate herself and the other being more like unsatiable curiosity, I can see that being yuri. I'd imagine Lily is also somewhat on the possessive side (no pun intended) with things she wants, as she's not used to not getting her way. If you were looking for drama here, that is.

[butcharium]

Asks to help you procrastinate: what do you find most attractive in a woman and do you think this differs from what straight men find attractive in a woman?

personally I think that a lot of straight mens taste is sorta corrupted by hetero porn culture and misogyny and that's why they end up liking hairless, skinny and weirdly proportioned women, but I have hope that if they were raised in a society without these influences then everyone attracted to women would love all women, including hairy and fat women

I've always found gender non-conformity and masculinity really attractive on a woman, this is probably what i find the most attractive actually ( and especially so if she's properly butch). I also really like big personalities (coupled with intelligence) in women, and this is also consistent in my type of friends. This is something I like, but I think of it less as something actively attractive and maybe more something I need in anyone I'm going to build any sort of relationship with. Butches are a niche to be attracted to, especially so as a Developed Type as opposed to the woman you're attracted to mostly for other reasons also happens to be butch, not just by straight men, but among lesbians as well. I have met straight men tho who've been attracted to gnc and masculine women, and this in a totally nice and normal way, or straight boisterous and gnc women who still have plenty of men into them. But it is certainly not an ideal or something reinforced by the culture around you to like and love and appreciate gnc or masculine women with strong personalities.

Personally I am somewhat allergic to sex and relationships as a place for charity and/or activism, and I think people can have the most arbitrary, strict and/or ridiculous standards for who they sleep with or enter relationships with. I guess this is informed both by myself being a hairy fatso, but also as someone with a somewhat narrow taste myself. Like personally I find feminine women in general completely uncompelling and largely unappealing, but I guess the key is that this does not mean I think she is somehow lesser than me in any way. Personally I would be okay with being turned down for being hairy and fat, but I would find it far more crucial that my being fat or hairy doesn't make me a lesser being in the other's eyes. Personally I am somewhat excessively hairy tho, rip any lesbian who's said that she's so happy to not be into men as they have hairy arses in the extremely unlikely event that she ever finds herself in bed with me. If you mean hairy as in having pubic hair I do think it is fucked up when that isn't seen as just a natural consequence of puberty tho.

I think I neither fully agree or disagree with you. I was also raised with the same misogyny around me as the men, with porn culture and weird or impossible or incredibly narrow beauty ideals, and while all of these hurt in one way than another it didn't stop me from very early on being attracted to masculine women, sturdy and fat women, loud women with big personalities (nor did it stop me with finding these ideals largely uncompelling for myself either). I imagine this has been the case both for other women and for other men. I have also seen plenty of lesbians with the preferences of skinny, hairless women with "weird" proportions. Again I think what's most important is that we're able to see each other's inherent value regardless of looks, and that is something it seems like many struggle with. I think it does matter whether you love woman as Same or if you love woman as Other. To straight men, woman will always be Other, or at least she is so much easier to fit into that category than what she is for lesbians. Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus and all that. I think this makes it far easier to dehumanise women, not recognize our subjectivity or recognize us as equals, and makes it easier to have these ideals women are kept to in different ways. I think even a society with less misogyny would make it easier for men to recognize women as equals, I still think preferences would prevail, just hopefully not from a place that anyone who don't meet these preferences are somehow lesser.

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In another scenario where Nagare took Shiro instead of the Slates, Shiro offered himself to Nagare instead of the Slates XD

I’m just imagining Shiro trying a last ditch effort all ‘no, take me instead! I’m more knowledgeable than anyone about the Slate so—‘ and before he can even give his whole pitch Hisui is just like ‘done.’ Imagine maybe AU where Munakata is injured by Iwafune but Shiro is able to actually get in between the Greens and the Slate, like Homra shows up to help Anna out and that frees Shiro to at least make an attempt. He knows that he’s not much of a fighter but Shiro also swore to himself that he wouldn’t run away again so he can’t just sit there either, he has to do something. Iwafune’s already reloading his gun when Hisui tells him to stop, Iwafune isn’t so sure about this but if Hisui wants to hear Shiro out than fine. Shiro takes a deep breath and then says they should take him instead of the Slate, explaining that rather than trying to spend all that time figuring out how to release the Slate Shiro can just tell them all the secrets, they don’t even need the physical Slate for it. Iwafune laughs all I don’t think so but then Hisui pipes up with ‘very well.’ Iwafune’s like wait a moment Nagare, the part of him that wants to fulfill their whole dream warring with the doting dad who wants to let his kid commit a kidnapping.

Shiro expects that once they take him to their secret hideout jungle will be all grilling him for information, he’s prepared to be interrogated, tortured…and instead he’s just tied to a chair and Iwafune is offering him fried chicken and sushi. Sukuna doesn’t really get why they kidnapped the Silver King but if Nagare decided it then it must be fine, Yukari is just somewhat amused and keeps talking about the pangs of young love. Hisui is being very friendly to Shiro and Shiro isn’t sure if this is like to get him to relax and give up secrets or if Hisui actually does want to befriend him. Actually imagine the two of them being able to understand each other a little more too though, like I can see where they both had a particular mental image of the other and now they’re getting to see the real person — Shiro just figured Hisui wanted to cause chaos but he didn’t really think about Hisui’s reasons or how Hisui has his own clan that’s like his family, while Hisui always saw Shiro as the untouchable King who is closest to the Slate and who would surely understand Hisui’s dream. Maybe Shiro decides to change tracks now, like rather than playing the hostage he decides what if he can change Hisui’s mind, and show him that having that little table and people to eat with really is more important than a giant magic rock and perhaps there’s a way to move forward where no one, including Hisui himself, has to die.