#ive decided we're gonna name this

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[arolesbianism]

Alright boys pack it up no more rain world posting new oni dlc is coming out in less than a week

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

[banamine-bananime]

AITA for trying to save my friend and keep the rest of my asshole friends safe from their bad decisions?

I (M26) just went through this real shitty breakup. So basically, my ex C (M lmao man fuck if i know his age idek if knows it. or has one i guess) has this god-fucking-awful habit of deciding to solve every problem by dying about it and/or fucking off without so much as a word to the people unfortunate enough to give a shit about him, except maybe his sister (unhelpful for the rest of us because she also inherited the "fucking off without a word" gene. man fuck this whole family for making me care about them. whatever). Also, killing himself inside peoples brains thats like a whole hobby for him. like okay either ghost us OR kill yourself in front of us altering the trajectory of our lives forever PICK ONE like a NORMAL person.

Okay wait im not explaining this well. So years ago C and W (M37 now) were partners but C was, uh, in a really bad place mentally (S is telling me this is more diplomatic to say than "crazy af") and that situationship ended as badly as a situationship can end. I mean W's told me he pretty much had his sense of identity as someone separate from C totally destroyed by that for a while, which like, in hindsight its kinda an accidental dick move that our team made him take C's legal identity, but in our defense a) the fuck were we supposed to know?, b) tbf he really did need it not to go back to prison, c) it's not like C was using his identity, on account of the fucking off and effectively-dying-as-a-solution habits, and d) i mean. i gotta admit it's also pretty funny in a really fucked way.

aw shit derailed on a tangent again

recently its just like, we just get so focused on one thing its hard to remember anything else, you know?

S is so good at getting us back on track though. thank god because you would not believe the number of irons weve got in the fire to keep track of, its ridiculous. (i love making my partner be the planner in the relationship lol. highly recommend being a passenger princess in the body sometimes. fuck massages, i'm telling you THIS is what you need after a long day getting shit DONE and taking care of everyone else's messes)

So I met C 6 years ago, right out of basic, when we were privates stationed at the same base. middle of nowhere. shit, this is gonna be hard to explain, just realized i should use different names for C to keep them straight. I knew "A" and W knew "E", i didnt meet E until years later. theyre alters and also the same guy but also not the same guy. dont worry about it if you dont get it bc ive dated both of them and i dont think i do. my life is stupid.

Bunch of bullshit happened, A ghosted (lol. you'd be high-fiving me if you knew him) and then found a problem to solve by dying. you get it by now.

Then i meet E, E encounters a problem and tries to die about it round one (i guess round two, after exploding in W <- LOL. you should be high-fiving me right now), E's sister drags him back to the land of the living, E ghosts, W and i start dating, W tries to martyr himself and disappears because i guess E rubbed off on him (dude i am on a fucking roll. you should be high-fiving me out of pity for my glamorously miserable soap-opera life if nothing else. homophobic not to), our team gets W back, E strolls back like he has no idea why im mad at him, we fight about it, makeup-makeouts about it, and E tries to die about it round two: in my brain boogaloo.

So thats how S and i meet. oops, guess i never introduced S? Feels weird to have to introduce ourself twice, people dont really meet us separately anymore LOL. S (M, ageless) is also C's alter, my partner in life and badassery and brain and body. and obviously freaky sex stuff, that goes without saying but i'm saying it anyway to brag. the swish swish to my stabbing people who really deserve it. Not really interested in your opinion on our relationship, it's not what i'm asking about. we're aware its not conventional, because we're not fucking braindead. Im so sick of all the "oooohhhhh this isn't healthy", "he's a male manipulator and youre codependent i know bc i learned psychology from tiktoks by girls with green hair", "why are you wearing your ex-boyfriend's armor colors while wearing his dead ex-boyfriend's armor while dating and sharing a brain with your dead mutual ex's alter", "have you considered going to therapy instead of a quest against death itself" blah blah blah. If youre so bored you need to judge our life then just get your own 🙄🙄🙄

we've been really on that sigma grindset the last few weeks. S has got our sleep optimized down to a tight triphasic 3.46 hours and we're minmaxing the fuck out of the rest of every day. Biohacked to shit over here. too much to do, so we have to make there be enough of our time to do it. who else is gonna? my teammates? the REDS? we're half batman half babysitter to a gaggle of idiots who can barely be trusted to wipe their own asses, let alone fight their own battles and make decisions like "wah wah wah A is dead let's just give up and cry about it or whatever".

Don't even get me started on W. Oh youre all about character-building wake up and grind self-improvement and taking leadership until we're making decisions you dont like, i guess. WHATEVER. this is why we dont listen to you.

its hard, okay. like, you cant understand the sheer fucking stress were under trying to keep all our plans going smoothly while keeping these guys safe while they're basically actively trying to unravel every carefully-laid thread and also strangle themselves in them. im probably going prematurely grey and also losing some time. its hard to remember when we need to hold back and use the kiddy gloves. i really didnt want to come to holding - uh, we'll call him MC (M25) - by the throat, passed-out. he's like a brother to me, been through thick and fucking thin together, so yeah, i feel really bad about that, my bad, we were the asshole there, but like, maybe stop throwing yourself in the way? like run out into the road you're gonna get hit by a truck no matter how hard they slam the brakes. mfw the conses quence. but im NOT asking about that. everyone's been on our dick about "please god stop doing all of this" and abandoning A and trying to break us up way before that, and THAT'S what im asking about

Anyways tl;dr are we the asshole for getting shit done when it takes methods that all our monday morning quarterback friends dont like

_____

OP has offered the following explanation for why they think they might be the asshole:

it really was a dick move to dangle my teammate's limp body in a chokehold even though it was basically an accident and also not even directly relevant to the question

OP has offered the following explanation for why they think they might not be the asshole:

okay but we're right

[roryacker]

WereGhost Masterlist

Figured I'd start this sooner rather than later that way all I have to do later is just grab a link, pop it in, and add a summary, then we're good. The hard part is done ahead of time wooo.

Looking for a specific part? Wanna start from the beginning? Just wanna see them all compiled into a list? Here's a masterlist :) I also describe what exactly is what for the sake of simplicity, give the parts a lil summary and all.

Will be updated with every part I add whenever I can get to my computer. You can also find every part by searching for the tags "Werewolf Ghost AU" or "WereGhost" on this blog, but variety is nice. And yknow they're numbered here and all

https://www.tumblr.com/roryacker/769702636726501376/the-website-ive-been-using-for-art-on-my-phone?source=share (First Sketch - sucks)

https://www.tumblr.com/roryacker/769705906158141440/i-could-not-sit-there-and-let-that-first-one-be?source=share (First Design - no story but a little mini rundown on what it even is)

First Part - Simon is injured via beartrap while being hunted down. Introduces Simon, wolfhunts- a major theme in the story- and, of course, Johnny. Mentions a mysterious older man speaking with Johnny, but does not give him a name.

Second Part - Simon gets muzzled so Johnny can sleep without having to worry about being mauled or something, Simon eventually falls asleep. Johnny offers him food and Simon snaps at him to scare him off.

Third Part - more about wolfhunts and Simon getting used to warmth and comfort. Simon is force-fed some medicine despite not actually minding it, simply wanting to be difficult so Johnny doesn't think of him as sweet or docile. Johnny leaves the door open one morning while leaving with the older man, but Simon decides not to leave, much to Johnny's relief.

Fourth Part - no art attached - routines keep changing and Simon doesn't like it. Johnny starts talking with a woman who seems kind enough, but this prompts him into hiding Simon, as well as making him smell different and leave more often. Eventually, as he gets healthier, Simon decides to leave on his own, assuming Johnny will toss him out anyways, and falls asleep in his old territory, yearning for Johnny's home but deciding that it's for the best.

Fifth Part - Johnny finds Simon sulking out in the woods, having spent a while looking for him. Johnny realizes Simon isn't just a wolf, but urges him to come back, regardless. Simon reveals himself and follows, and is met with a warm home and a friend. (I also wasn't gonna mention it but after a few days of thinking about it I figure I should mention some casual nudity?? I'm not any less 16 than I was before and it wasn't added for any nefarious purposes, it's a perfectly SFW bath scene where it hardly focuses on him not having clothes on outside of just... taking a bath.... but I figure best to leave some sort of warning so it isn't out of nowhere. I think I meant to at first and forgot. It's only Simon, only because. Wolves don't exactly waltz around wearing clothing, now, do they)

Sixth Part - eventually

A better summary of the whole story:

Simon is a werewolf; he comes from a long line of them, in his very blood, but has been seen as a pest by the local town since he was just a pup. When he was younger he'd whine and beg outside of homes so children would feed him thinking of him as a harmless dog, until eventually on an especially instinct-driven night he broke into a chicken coop and was caught. With his shifted form being incredibly recognizable, wolfhunts are regular for him, and the townsfolk know exactly who he is. When he gets caught in a bear trap on one of these hunts, a human finds him, but seems to take pity on him, instead, and drags him back home to help him, instead. From there, Simon adjusts to living within a warm, comfortable home, where meals are offered to him and not earned with teeth and claws, where he's offered medicine and bandages and not made to clean wounds with his tongue and wait out the injury, all while telling himself that he can't get attached. (Spoiler: he does.)

It started out as an art thing because I am a sucker for turning characters into animals (on top of it being what I've drawn for my entire life, I'm talking since I was like 3 here, it's a really good way for me to understand characters in my own little way) and then turned into a way to drag myself back into writing again and get over my anxiety about posting silly things I like because screw it dude I'm happy with this. Who cares. It's the internet. People do worse.

It does not only revolve around Ghost while shifted, and will 100% have him as a human, and will not always have art to accompany it. I told myself it would but let's be honest here art is hard sometimes and I care a lot more about the writing tbh.

WereGhost is entirely SFW (I'm 16 ofc it is) but the end goal is SoapGhost/Ghoap/whatever your preferred name for them is, and there is lots of violence I will not lie. It's a werewolf story taking place in the undecided time period past where the very first part (with writing) involves him getting bear trapped because he's being hunted, that was kind of a given from the start.

Personal detail under the cut, it's nothing super serious just a little explanation for later on, but I figure since it's just about my life I'd hitcha with a Keep Reading.

No set schedule ADHD would kill me if I tried, updates will slow down around January as I'm applying for a job then. Still, I love this thing, it won't die out it'll just happen less. Once I do get a job I'll ideally be awake around 10-2PM and should be at work at 4 (all just vague estimates, it's bound to change but that's the plan), so that means I'll have from when I get home to however long I'm awake after, the few hours I have before work, plus days off (which will likely be spent with family more than anything) to try and get stuff out. Also meaning not guaranteed haha, but I will try simply for these two, and because woah I'm writing again.

[morally-earl-gray]

its ✨crisis time✨

sooo.... im aroace.

ive kinda known for a long time but i was in denial about it until recently (my internal thoughts are... complicated)

anyways, i want to come out to somebody, but im not sure who. i have a few options so im making a pro/con list (something i do a lot when making important decisions). yes, this is very personal but i need an outside opinion.

Option 1: lets call her Estelle (not her real name)

Pros:

younger sister

im really close to her (we tell each other almost everything)

bisexual, and i was one of the first people she told

already suspects that im aroace

Cons:

shes really pushy

shes gonna be weird about it and ask too many questions

she hasnt been as honest with me as she used to be, so im a little hesitant to open up to her

Option 2: Poppy (again, not her real name)

Pros:

shes my twin sister

we're really close

if i tell her, shes finally gonna stop asking me why i dont get crushes (and stop calling me a liar)

shes pretty understanding

she probably wont ask too many questions

she tells me everything about her life

i know she probably wont tell anyone

Cons:

shes straight (and doesnt know our other sister is bi) so she could be weird about it?

i might need to explain it to her bc shes less educated

Option 3: Clara

Pros:

lesbian, so she'll definetly understand

already knows what aroace means

we've been friend since kindergarten and we text a lot

Cons:

i know for a fact that she's not completely honest with me about her life

i dont know her as well as i thought i did :,(

basically idk... it would be kinda hard for me to be super honest with her, and i would feel weird about it

Option 4: put a PSA on my extended family group chat and then completely disappear (lock myself in my room) for like a week

Pros:

they'll all finally know

theyll stop calling me a liar when i say i dont have any crushes

i can stop feeling like im hiding something when im around them

i gotta come out sooner or later, right?

rip the band-aid off

if i come out first, my sister will probably feel more comfortable when she decides to come out

Cons:

theyre REALLY homophobic

they have extremely... old-fashioned views on stuff like families and gender roles etc

they definetly wont understand

theyll probably call me a heartless robot or smth

i'll probably end up as an outsider in my own family

they're gonna be super awkward around me

long story short: every bad thing that you could say to an aroace... thats what theyd say to me

So... if anyone has advice, i would love to hear it. this is literally eating me up inside, i really want to talk to someone but i dont know who. also (and this is a weird request) my dms are always open, if anyone's out there and wants to chat, please message me and we can work through our crisises together

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Curves

Femrecom!reader x Miles

Summary: Curvy Reader comes back as a Recom and isn't pleased with their new body. Someone's gonna have to remind her she's perfect either way!

Warnings! body image issues, mentions of dieting and ED, smut, no protection, penetration, oral female receiving, use of Mama and Papa pet names

It took you years to accept the body you saw in the mirror. The dips and curves, the wobbling, the bumpy cellulite, the stretch marks. The way uniforms clung and sagged in all the wrong places. Long years of fad diet after fad diet with nothing but hair thinning and acne to show for it. You'd even spent some unfortunate years taking matters to an extreme, counting bellow 1000 and throat raw. You were lucky your teeth and guts stayed mostly intact. You'd cringe at the memories now. How you could've been so cruel to the body that carried you here, the body that kissed your love.

Colonel Miles Quaritch was not a mushy man. Grumbling in his sleep as you pecked his other cheek to wake him. You showered, lathering yourself in the nice soaps he'd bought in special for you. Caressing each curve you'd grown to love. Admiring the litter of love bites across hips, chest and even a couple on your stomach. Heat pooled even thinking about him between your legs again.

You did your hair and makeup allowing your body to dry as you stood in front of the mirror. You'd covered the hickies before but Miles had seemed disappointed when he'd seen you later without them. Today you decided to leave them bare, teasing Lyle be damned. You pulled lacy underwear on, everything you owned seemed so beautiful these days. Bless your over generous lover, though his motives might not be so pure.

He was sitting up now, rubbing his face to try return to the living. You smiled, pulling your tights up. A wolf whistle distracted you. He smirked at you through the mirror, clearly admiring your bent form.

"Shh! We'll be late if you start with that again!" You laughed flushing, remembering morning quickies that never seemed to be that quick.

"And we'll be forgivin'. 's my operation we're runnin'. Plus the lab coats ain't got nothing better to be doing anyway. Let them wait!" He got up stalking behind you and wrapping arms around your middle. He hummed, dipping his face in to kiss at your shoulders.

You twisted in his arms, leaning up to cup his face and kiss him fully. Sinking into him as his hands dug into your hips. Perfect.

Then you woke up.

The lights were blinding, a hum of sound around you as your head pounded. A hangover? You'd not been that drunk since the Christmas party. How'd you end up here? Had something happened? Were you injured? There were doctors now, swaying in and out of view as their distant voices came into focus.

"You hear us Y/N." Snapping fingers at your ears as they shone a torch past your eyes, you squinted cringing away from the too bright light and loud sound.

"Move it!" You heard your lovers voice. The face that appeared wasn't his though.

A na'vi! In the base? You shrieked, scrambling back and kicking out at them. There was sounds of protest as more circled, you grabbed an IV poll and swung it in front of you. Jabbing at whomever tried to come closer.

"Y/n, please, look at me." The first male spoke in Miles voice. The dawning realization creeping up. If you looked closely his features were there, pulled out across a more na'vi nose and very blue. Younger too, without the wear of his years and scars of battles past. Worse however was the creeping feeling that they all looked too short. Your eyes flashed down to the poll in your own blue hands.

You screamed again, dropping the poll with a clatter. Miles was close now, cupping your cheeks in his hands as you shook.

"S'okay peach. We're okay, just a lil bigger and bluer is all." Your breathing slowed, keeping your eyes locked on his now bright olive eyes. His hands slipped to your elbows as he helped you stand.

Looking around you saw familiar faces. Prager, Mansk, Zdog, even Lyle. All gently smiling, giving you a little wave as you continued hyperventilating. The group you'd gone with to get your mind copied with. Shock rippled back through you again, gripping Miles forearm.

"We died!" Your voice was shrill, edged with a panic that wouldn't stay down. To this he actually laughed, holding your cheek and stroking a thumb across it.

"Suppose we did a little."

It was then you felt the swishing of a tail, you spun to try get a look of it. Lyle barked a laughed at this, though his mouth clamped shut when Miles shot him a glare. You ceased chasing your tail, feeling incredibly off all over. Your skin seemed uncomfortable somehow, in a way you couldn't pin point. Like being far to aware of it and how it stretched over your bones.

You'd avoided it somehow until now. The full length mirror that covered the entire wall infront of the stretchers. Some subconscious part of you knowing that this would snap your mind and it did. Your own features morphed across what felt like an entirely new face. It was more than that, your body long and lithe. It was too much your brain felt like it would burst, the room spun and Miles' voice eched distantly as your vision darkened.

You woke alone this time. The room so like the one you'd shared with Miles but not. The mess of your previous life was gone. The room was practically sterile. You shifted out of the sheets, staring down at the thin sticks of your legs. That was unfair, they were fine really. Toned muscular, long, you could even say shapely but they weren't yours.

Almost afraid you stood, the mirror was in the same place as it always had been. It was slightly too small now, only reaching your neck. It was all you could bare at the moment anyway, your face could be a problem for another time.

You lifted your hospital gown over your head. You squeaked, clenching your jaw to stay quiet. The other body continued much the same as the legs. Delicate long fingers, toned arms, a collar bone that jutted out and your breast could barely be cupped. You stared at the stomach you'd have killed for when you were younger but you couldn't help but feel wrong.

"These are still familiar." You spun, not noticing when Miles had returned. He turned you back from him to the mirror, hands tracing up the stripes of blue on your thighs and lower stomach. You cringed away from his touch.

He pulled his hands back, hovering near you but waiting for permission.

"I'm sorry it's not you, I just... this isn't me...I don't like it." You turned back to him, reaching up to his face. His head tipped into your palm, kissing it before turning eyes to yours.

"hmm, well I certainly loved you before" You stilled at his comment, stomach churning at his past tense. "I'd like to love you now," He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. "If you'd let me sugar." He smirked, fangs flashing.

The heat pooled same as ever with him. Despite his own changes you still felt drawn in by him. His charm was unchanged, his strong arms were dotted with the same tattoos. You ran you hand along them, wishing some part of you still felt the same.

He leaned down to kiss you, feeling his lips form and shape around your own. Even in whole new bodies they still locked together, maybe you'd always been made for one another. You needed to feel him, only him to leave yourself for a while. You dipped your tongue through meeting his. He groaned, tugging you closer, his large hands engulfing your hips. You cringed a little again, as he grabbed at the skin. It was short lived, even without the cushion he pawed and groaned against you like always.

He dove to your neck now, nipping and sucking, as hands wandering up and down your sides.

"Oh I need you Mama, I wanna make you feel real good." He cupped your cheeks, his large hands covering your cheeks. His eyes now blown, black with lust. You imagined you must look the same by this point, barely able to do more than nod.

"Please" You whispered. That was all he needed, scooping you up and taking long strides to the bed. He always manhandled you. You'd been embarrassed at first worried that he'd strain or be unable to lift you, past lovers had failed before. He'd been so strong though, his thick arms holding you up making your heart flutter.

It was no different now, he was on top caging you in with swelling biceps. Kissing down your chest, hands running up to squeeze and knead your breast. Your head lulled back, fingers finding his hair and combing nails through it. You avoided his queue at first but as his first nips on your hip began you couldn't help but grip it a little. He growled against you but only furthered his attack on you, pulling your thigh up to kiss down.

"These won't do." He tore off the simple underwear that'd been provided in disdain. "Papa'll make sure, only the best for his mama." The idea of some poor designer having to make some na'vi sized lingerie made you blush. He dove back down swiping a long line up from your core to your clint. You moaned out fingers lost in his hair again. For a moment you missed feeling the ridges of his scar but then he had your clint in between his teeth. He rolled it so gently before tonguing it. You felt his familiar technique spelling his name out against your sex as you squirmed under him, gasping and clawing at his back.

His finger joined him, dipping into your core and curling up. You clenched around him as he thrusted, the tight knot in your stomach growing. You felt your own pleasure rising as he didn't let up.

"Miles I'm gonna...." You babbled out, feeling lightheaded the cord snapped. Your orgasm washing over you in waves as he kept going.

He pulled up when your moans subsided, chin glistening. You looked down, you were soaked, far more than you'd ever been before.

"Did I?" Miles just grinned at you, leaning in to capture your lips before pulling back. Was this a na'vi thing? Or did you just squirt for the first time?

"Hmm guess who's not a virgin anymore." He smirked. You scoffed, nudging his shoulder.

"Hmm not you?" His eyes widened a little at your implication. Technically speaking he was one again and he'd just taken yours.

"Aww Papa" you cooed, watching his eyes blacken again as you held his chin. "Mama can fix that." You kissed him again, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You pushed up, sitting in front of him, hands on his jaw as you continued to taste him. There was more strength in you now, your new body felt like it could go all night. You wondered if you could push him down.

The though too tantalising you gave it a go. Hands shifting down to shove his shoulder blades. Through strength or surprise he toppled back. Seizing the moment and rush of power you straddled him, smirking down as you teased his underwear down. He stayed down, allowing you to grip his cock at the base, you pumped bringing his erection to hover over your core.

His hands came to your hips again, pulling you down so his head brushed against your heat. He hissed as you took his length, inch by inch.

"So tight peach." You slid him in with ease, your slick guiding him up to his hilt. Then you rose, his breath catching and stuttering. He pulled you back down and you began to ride him, small mounds bouncing with the rhythm. His hand reached for one again, palming and massaging the tender tissue.

His other hand traced around behind you pulling you close as he sat up. You road on, feeling your own high coming up again. His mouth dipped to catch your nipple, rolling a tongue around the peak and nipping the skin with fanged teeth.

He was groaning more, hips bucking against yours as your own pace became sloppy. His hand darted low circling your clit as you felt him getting close.

"Cum on me again sweetheart" His rough voice was in your ear, nipping the skin bellow it. You did, harder than before. The same dizzying high coursing through you as your walls shuddered against him. Milking his own orgasm out he growled against your neck, a mix of your own slick and his cum leaking out around his dick.

He lazily kissed your throat, following up your chin to your lips. You feel together onto your sides, still locked together. You couldn't tell where you started and he ended, all you could feel was the bliss of being.

[canvas-madness-txc]

I hate this image

So let's talk about it!

Point the first: in what world is Romeo canonically 17 years old? Nowhere in Shakespeare's play is there a citation that even hints at him being 17. Capulet calls him a "youth," so he is definitely not an adult. Also, wouldn't it make more sense to the story if Romeo was more around Juliet's age? Let's look at what is explicitly said in the play:

A. Juliet is 13 about to be 14 in give or take 2 weeks

B. She is being married to Paris, who, despite not having a confirmed age, is most definitely an adult.

C. Juliet does not want to marry Paris, which makes sense: he's way older than her, he's never spoken to her, and when he does, it's in a very possessive and creepy way. Romeo doesn't. In fact, he reveres her, which we're getting to.

With all this in mind, wouldn't it make sense for Julieet to fall in love with a boy who is most likely her peer? This brings me to:

Point the second: "Romeo and Juliet is not a love story." Well, it is, and it isn't. It's a story about love, but it's also about hate. The point of the story is that the innocent love of Romeo and Juliet is killed because of a petty feud. The story is not memorable if we do not see the hate kill the children of the families because they loved each other. And they do love each other. Yes, it was fast, but sometimes that happens. Ever meet someone and instantly vibe with them? That's what happens when they meet at the party. Their love is still very real even if it did not last that long, and we have a reason for this: the feud. They had to get married in secret because if they did it in public, their families would literally cause the end of the world. They got married in the first place, so it would be near-impossible for their families to try and stop it because they're now a union in the eyes of God. And they married because they do love each other. "What about Rosaline?" I hear you ask. Well, what about her? Her stake in the plot only lasts for about half an act at best. Plus, she was a nun. Was that really gonna bring out a romance? That is a situation where you are allowed to be upset but you should eventually cut your losses. Also, it's probably better that Romeo moved on from her in favor of Juliet. The boy was a mess in act 1, and Juliet is the person who brings him back to himself ("Now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo"- Mercutio). Romeo and Juliet work, they balance each other out: Romeo is himself again with Juliet, and Juliet gets a taste of freedom/control of her life with Romeo. Romeo literally is ready to disregard the ideas of honor and masculinity to make Juliet happy. He does respect her. He does love her. I want you to look at these two lines and tell me that neither of these two are in love

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand / This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: / My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand / To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."- Romeo; I,i

"Thy face is mine and thou has slandered it"- Paris; IV, i

Would you really disregard someone who reveres you and basically says his world revolves around you/ you are a heavenly being that he worships like a pilgrim in favor of the guy who pretty much implies he owns you?? Would you?? Look, I'd hate to pull a Hamlet by pointing between these two lines and start berating people for this, but we do what we must. Romeo's dialogue makes it clear where he stands with Juliet: he adores her. He loves her so much that if he could carve his family name out of his body, he would (Act 3 scene 3). Obviously, you don't need to go all extreme to prove love, but you get the point. He willingly decides to sacrifice what he's been taught for her and she to him. They aren't each other's enemies. Their families are enemies. Romeo refuses to fight Tybalt because he loves Juliet. He is willing to sacrifice his family's idea of hatred because he loves Juliet. He does not act like he owns her or that anything he does if justified. When Juliet questions him about "leaving (him) so unsatisfied," he doesn't double down. OBVIOUSLY Juliet would choose Romeo:

He gave her choice throughout the play, unlike Paris. Juliet was confined in her life, and she only agreed to consider Paris because her parents asked her too. She never wanted him. She was just doing as told. Romeo ASKS to hold her hand. Romeo ASKS for her faithful vows. He doesn't push it towards her. He lets her take the reigns, and she reciprocates. Would this be considered bare minimum, now yes. Then? Juliet is basically being strung along to do as her parents ask, Romeo is different from that. Different to the feud. He doesn't make her do things. He lets her make her own choices. As a partner and equal; she definitely would not get that with Paris. The guy literally says that girls younger than Juliet (13) are already mothers. If that sounds like a yikes, that's cause it is. Shakespeare wants us to understand why Juliet did what she did, there is reasoning in the play.

He is sweet to her, and his "it is the east and Juliet is the sun" can be interpreted as him being so smitten with Juliet that she is the center of his universe. Her happiness is important to him; he goes to great lengths to say this.

He is also most likely in her age group. He's a youth. Even if he IS older, he is probably like 14-15 at best. He's a kid. They're both kids. Most people want partners who are their peers or at least similar to them, and Juliet does not seem to be different.

Finally, point the third: the love of Romeo and Juliet never killed anyone. It was the Montague and Capulet feud that did this:

Tybalt, being raised to hate Montagues, goes on what he was taught to fight Romeo over the dishonor at the party. If there was no feud, the gate crashing would've probably been less of an issue. Lord Capulet did not do anything to stop this behavior and decided to berate his nephew in front of hundreds of people, say some things that are hypocritical based on act 1 scene 1 and low key imply that this is only not OK because it would make HIM look bad. (I could make a whole separate post on Lord Capulet alone, but that is a story for another time) Yeah, that all works as well as you could expect, and Tybalt swears revenge on Romeo because his logic his whole life was Montague=bad, and you don't revert those habits by public humiliation. Romeo is more of a scapegoat to Tybalt after what happens than the actual problem.

Tybalt tries to fight Romeo, and Romeo doesn't engage because he's married to Juliet; he and Tybalt are family now. Romeo tries to reason with him, but it doesn't work. Mercutio, also being raised on the notion of honor and probably thinking Romeo has lost his mind or something, jumps in. The thing is, he's a kinsman to Escalus. He is neither Capulet nor Montague. There is no point in him getting involved but it happens anyway. They fight, and as Romeo is trying to stop them, Tybalt ends up killing Mercutio. If there was no feud, this fight would never have happened.

Tybalt is killed by Romeo as an act of revenge that he would later regret. Even though Romeo did what Montague called "what the law should end," it makes it no less wrong. The cycle of violence is bad, and repeating it doesn't make it better. Also, justifying this removes the nuance of the feud. Neither family is in the right. They are equal houses with equal power. There is no reason to hate each other. But they do and kick off a chain of events that only get worse. You can't make either house more in the right than the other. If Tybalt is a de facto antagonist, that ruins the message that this stupid feud killed 6 people. And it IS very stupid, and it gets stupider from here. No one knows why they're fighting, and now 2 people just got killed for no reason, one being literally royalty.

Lady Montague dies of grief after Romeo's exile. Did she have anything to do with the exile? No. Could the whole situation have been avoided? Yes. Again, there are no winners. People are just losing family and friends left, right, and center. Are the parents in R&J great? No. Is it still tragic to know that a mother lost her son and gave up on life over a conflict that never mattered? Yes.

Paris dies in a fight with Romeo in the Capulet tomb in Act 5. He picks a fight with Romeo because he believes Romeo will desecrate Juliet and Tybalt's corpses. Why? Only because he's a Montague. There's no other justification for what Paris does. All he knows is that Romeo is of the enemy family and jumps to this conclusion. If there was no feud, no one would go to this conclusion, but still Paris jumps on that and gets killed in the process. In the events of the story, the justification adds up with what we know about the Capulets, Montagues, and the people take sides, but that does not give it a point. Paris is also supposed to be neutral. He may be marrying Juliet, but he is not a Capulet, only associated with them. The point of having 2 members of the royal family get killed is a deliberate point: even neutral parties were not safe. The feud controlled literally everything and people died for it.

Finally, our main couple who everyone, blames for this. Romeo dies because he believes Juliet is dead. Before you berate him, I would like to introduce a concept known as "dramatic irony": when the audience knows something that the characters don't (vocabulary.com). The problem in Act 5 is that the letter explaining the plan never reaches Romeo. He hears from someone he trusts that Juliet is dead and believes it. Why wouldn't he? "What about the letter!" Stopped by the plague. "He should've checked!" He did. He snuck back into Verona at the threat of execution to check. And she was buried in a graveyard/ catacombs. If I brought you to a graveyard, pointed at a grave, asked you if the person in it is dead and your answer wasn't a resounding "yes" I would be concerned. Juliet wakes up, finds Romeo dead for real, and kills herself too. She doesn't really have another choice. It's either die with Romeo with the autonomy she has or keep living under the control of her parents. She and Romeo were each other's escape from the feud-ridden life they lived. They loved each other and needed each other, but because of that, they had to die since Verona did not let them keep that love.

If there was no feud, Romeo and Juliet would've been married in peace. No one would've had to keep secrets or carry out elaborate plans to get their means. Unfortunately, the way they lived was incredibly toxic for everyone involved. Kids felt like they had to keep secrets and kill themselves because that was easier than dealing with their parents, and is that not sad. Would it not be upsetting to know that you as a parent were so terrible that your kids chose death over you? Had they not been so hateful, everyone could've been happy. Escalus quite literally spells it out for us:

"See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, / That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!" (V, iii)

If there was no HATE, Romeo and Juliet wouldn't have had to die because they were in love. It was never Romeo and Juliet's fault. It was always their parents' fault. It is said in the play time and time again, from the chorus to act 5 it is this bitter hate that ruins everything. That is why the lovers marry in secret. That is what kills 6 people. That is the cause of the tragedy. Romeo and Juliet were victims of the feud and ignoring that basically disregards the whole play.

Bottom line, this photo is inaccurate and dumb.

Sincerely,

Everyone who read the play

[satancopilotsmytardis]

ive had post war/neutralized shigadabi on the brain recently. dabs getting so sick of being a todoroki that he goes to tomura and asks to take his last name. Obvi tomuras like fuck yes and the paperworks done within the week

also cant stop thinking about all might or izuku reaching out to tomura, and even tho they mean well its a bit much for him, so the next time they call him over by his surname dabi comes up like hi ❤️ yeah you didn't specify which shigaraki. Wtf do you want and gives his husband a chance to sneak off

Yes, Dabi absolutely fucking hates that everyone he talks to now that's not the League calls him 'Todoroki', and he decided that he's gonna change it. He doesn't ask Shig first tho, he just goes out, does all of the paperwork, and waits for Duster to start getting so confused about mail and calls because, "hey firefly, I think people think we're married, cause they keep sending mail addressed to the Shigarakis"

And then Dabi gets to drop that he changed his name and watch his lover be surprised by something he did for once. (If Duster takes this as a sign that he absolutely can buy the ring he's been eyeing (even tho Spinner kept telling him 8 months was too soon to propose) then that's his business until he finds the perfect moment to make it Dabi's too)

They absolutely would use the shared last name for hijinks tho, and may also delight in people wondering constantly if they're married or not.

(All Might they have to be! They share a last name and we went to their reception!

Midoriya: But there was no ceremony, and neither if them wear a ring! That was also the same time that Twice finished his treatment and when they invited people they just said it was a 'celebration'!")

[illarian-rambling]

Day three: Will Anarac get reunited with those he lost if not what lays beyond end?

Ok so this is gonna be spoilery fr, but in a weird way, since I'm not sure if this is actually gonna be included in Starbreaker. Let's get into why the Araunian desert is the way it is and probably way more lore than you ever wanted >:)

(For this askmas game)

Beyond End, there do indeed exist the last of the Araunians, in the form of eternally preserved bits of magic. Why are they stuck like that? Well, a few centuries after Anarac kicked the bucket, there was this really important historical figure named King Pashuar IV. He was the elected king of Araun, having taken the name Pashuar upon his coronation. Before becoming king, though, he'd been a mage - and he most certainly did not leave his mage ambitions behind.

In all of Illari history, only one mortal has used the Veil to ascend to something like a god: the Gloaming Queen. King Pashuar IV intended to be the second. However, instead of concentrating the power of the Veil within himself, he screwed up and essentially ripped the soul out of every person in his country and bound them within the Veil instead, doing the same to the already dead souls of his people as well. The resulting vacuum of magical potential ripped a hole between the Veil and reality, which is why the Araunian desert is so polluted by rotting magic.

So where does that leave the Araunians? Every Araunian, living at the time or long dead, is now made of magic, essentially. A lot went insane, a lot still haunt the Araunian desert, but a few realized that they have a lot of potential as beings of magic. Namely, End doesn't care about magic from the Veil, only from the gods. So, a decent amount of Araunians decided, fuck it, we're starting over beyond End.

They've kinda just been chilling out there for a while. They've learned how to fabricate spaceships (of a sort) and how to erase their nonessential memories every so often so they don't go insane from eternal life(ish). They've learned how to shape the Veil and live within it. They sort of just wander now, searching for other bastions of life since, if they're gonna be here forever, might as well have a hobby, right?

The important part of this is that Baerdyn and Finlay, Anarac's sons, are a part of this spacefaring group. They've been around so long that they're adults in a mental sense, though they still look the age they did when they died. Baerdyn works as a news anchor, announcing daily goings-on aboard one of the Araunian space stations. Finlay is a researcher, still trying to untangle the mystery of how exactly his and everyone else's souls are bound to the stuff of magic itself. Both are coping pretty well - they go to therapy and keep in close contact with each other and stuff. They can erase their nonessential memories (schedules and meetings and boring stuff) while keeping the important ones (friends and lovers and, importantly, their lives as mortals) so they don't go insane under the weight of their own minds like their father is busy doing.

So yeah, this is what Anarac and the crew of the Starbreaker will find beyond End - several ethereal space stations of an ancient people stuck in time. It'll definitely be strange for Anarac, reconciling who his kids are now after several thousand years of them living their own lives. Baerdyn and Finlay have had a lot of time to heal, but that doesn't mean being murdered by their possessed father wasn't, you know, traumatic. And even if it ignores them, that doesn't mean they aren't still highly wary of End and any residual connection it might have to Anarac. Baerdyn will be a little more welcoming of Anarac, whereas Finlay will be more suspicious since he actually had to watch Anarac do all the killing and dismembering and such.

Either way, I'm optimistic. No matter how they've grown up, Anarac would never be anything but overjoyed to see his boys and finally get a chance to apologize. And he's got the rest of his crew at his side.

This was probably, like, way more lore than you wanted but hey now you know what's up with Araun! Thanks for the ask <3

[problematicraccoon]

I WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SKZ DR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

heres a lore dump

MKAY so in this reality im gonna be in a polycule situation with the entirety of stray kids (shut up i know im an interdimentional whore), but hwen i first shift there, we're still just friends.

some details about me in that dr is that my name is Alyssa Kolanko, im 23, im in a dance crew thats world renowned with Emmy (the youtuber) Beomhan (our boi) Ryan (hellyxryan) and Ravon (also youtuber), we're all best friends (ive been besties with Ravon since we were teenagers growing up together in ohio, then we both moved to Georgetown, Washington for college and to join the dance crew Ultraviolet)

dance crews are treated like kpop groups are in my cr. we're signed to entertainment companies' dance group divisions, have fanchants, fandoms, light sticks, stadium tours, music videos (where we do dance covers of songs and have cool visuals to go with it). if you guys have any ideas as to what our fandom name should be, i'd appreciate it, i cant come up with jack shit lmao.

i lived with Ravon in a cool loft apartment in Georgetown for four years, ever since we moved when we were 19, and now that we're 23, he's decided he wants to live with his boyfriend of two years, Carter (also youtuber from my cr), and i offered to move out so they could have the loft.

i've known the boys of SKZ since i was 21 and they came to see us perform at a dance festival (a type of concert where a bunch of dance crews come and perform at a stadium or concert hall)

as i've been a youtuber since i was like 15 in this reality, i grew a large following and the guys (skz) have been watching my videos since the beginning.

we quickly become friends after we meet, and become very close over the next few years. they fall head over heels in love with me lmao. i love living in fanfiction. ANYWAY.

now that Ravon and Carter are moving in together, i needed to find somewhere else to live. i expressed to the guys in our gc that i wasnt looking forward to living alone, as i love to live with my friends, and they suggested i move in with them since they're just getting ready to have a house built for them. i agree, and we all work together to build our dream house.

when i spawn in, it'll be the day before i fully move into the house with the guys. my besties (the members of UV) all come to me and Ravon's loft to spend the night and help me pack. then, the following day, the guys come and help pile my stuff into our cars and we head off to our house, where (since its totally empty) we'll lay out blankets and pillows in the unfurnished living room to have a big sleepover until we can get our bedrooms sorted out. i am very scared of living with eight other people btw T0T and it's stray kids for christ sake???? its gonna be so fucking LOUD

OH OH AND I HAVE A CAT. SHES AN ORANGE TABBY AND SHES VERY SWEET AND STUPID AND RUNS INTO WALLS AND HER NAME IS MINKA. SHES 2 AND I ADOPTED HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST A KITTEN <3 minho is absolutely OBSESSED with her

and im besties with Brittany Broski because i adore her she is everything to me i would lay down my life for her

and as for my backstory; very tragic, kinda personal, wont share much about that. but all that you need to know is that my parents were shitty, and my aunt Isla (the same one from my better childhood dr, face claim Daphne Zuniga) saved me and my younger brother Eric (eric lloyd) and took us to Ohio from Poland to raise us when i was 13. she also has a son, who's technically my cousin, but i consider him my big brother and he considers me and eric his little siblings. his name is brandon, and his face/personality claim is Brandon Farris (hes a HILARIOUS youtuber, highly recommend him)

so yeah- theres alot more lore in this dr, its definitely my most detailed one, so i might make another post explaining more lmao.

[usercelestial]

airing out my personal grievances with this show and this storyline here both to just get it and clarify why i'm mad before i get any saying that i'm just mad one of my ships sunk

1) buck is never gonna get a long term love interest that makes sense because the two that do make sense, tommy and eddie, are either not queer or cut from the show. the writing is lazy and they have zero direction for this show or its character's plots.

2) eddie isn't going to be gay, maybe im wrong about this but i've held out hope long enough and i just feel tired waiting and analyzing. he said he was straight this episode for the first time and we know tim was talking directly to the audience. plus ryan guzman has been blasting the hetero gun for a while now in interviews.

3) if they wanted buck and tommy to just be casual, they should have built it to be casual. including him 8x01 is unnecessary now if you were just going to get rid of him, having buck look at tommy when he says "our people is what makes life worth living" or whatever he says doesn't make sense if they weren't going to last, and ultimately bringing tommy back at all past season 7 or really past 7x06. they still could have dated but they needed to make it clear that they are not sticking around outside of tommy getting buck basketball tickets and buck not knowing tommy is gay in 8x06, which doesn't hint at a whole lot when interviews made it clear they still getting to know each other at this point. that doesn't strike me as odd in the moment if "they're relationship is deepening" still. even if you do notice it, you should have established it in previous episodes, instead of introducing two scenes before they break up.

4) the reason buck and tommy broke up is biphobic. im not going to rehash that but yes, telling a bisexual man that he shouldn't fall in love with the first guy he dates because he hasn't "explored other options" is biphobic.

side note: if the issue is that buck still doesn't feel comfortable with his bisexuality, then i think they missed a few chances to have buck make that clear, namely having him react or correct maddie at all when she called him gay. the only scene i can think of where it seems like buck may not feel comfortable if the scene where a girl flirts with buck and tommy tells him it's okay to look but i don't think the point of that scene is communicated effectively if it was supposed to be buck dealing being on a date with a guy but also knowing he's still attracted to women and maybe still not understanding himself fully

5) this fandom is toxic and horrible, b/ddie is the only thing that anyone is allowed to like and every other relationship just exists to bolster and uphold it. im tired of being in a fandom doesn't care about lesbians (which ive run into with a few bucktommys but still) and it feels like no matter how much the actors/actresses get harassed and bullied, no one stands up for them because i dont think tim minear or really even oliver stark wants to double down on telling toxic fans to fuck off

that's mostly it i think. if they didn't want people getting attached, then they shouldn't have included bucktommy scenes where they were unnecessary. most of episode 5 feels like we're building buck and tommy's relationship up so much. i would have been way more okay with this break up if (1) they didn't make it seem like buck was falling in love tommy and vice versa ie. all of episode 5 and buck's conclusion in episode 6 where he decides that he could see a future with tommy and (2) the reason for the break up didn't feel so insidious.

[meowmeowriley]

Hi! First ask ever and English is not my native language so sorry if i mess up something or sound strange.

Please, i need to know more about 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 of your wip list. Anything you want to tell because i am frothing at the mouth at all of them but 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 in particular.

Thank you thank you thank you! I'll give you a little bit of each of those fics! ❤

4) Oh, Brother. Funny thing about this fic, it was supposed to be a one-shot 😅 too many people liked it though, so I had to keep going. I actually just uploaded a new chapter today! A little summary - Soap and Ghost's families think they need help getting together, so they organize an aquarium date! (Plot twist, they did not need the help, but they loved the excuse to be around one another) It was my first attempt at keeping the boys in character, I think I've done okay.

5) I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore. Oh look at that, another one that was supposed to be a one-shot. Honestly this fic is the one I've put the most effort into. There's a ton of art linked to the fic, drawn by myself and my friend. Ive even been working on a hand written Journal for Soap for this AU. Pictures of those pages are in the fic, and here on Tumblr. Ghost is a shape-shifting alien, and Price decides to keep him. He's violent and destructive, and he's viciously protective of his team. Gaz and Ghost bond over star gazing, Ghost and Soap are both insanely horny for one another, and Laswell pretends she's not as attached to Ghost and his alien quirks as she actually is. (She loves him dearly.)

9) Is That Gonna be a Problem? This is the fic that was supposed to be my first attempt to write a realistic and in character version of the boys, but then Oh, Brother happened. In it, Ghost had met Johnny and his twin sister Jenny when they were kids, and decided to reconnect as an adult. It's going to follow Simon and the MacTavish twins as they get to know each other, and eventually how Simon and Johnny got together. And then of course, the 141 learning that they were together the whole time.

12) Outlaw Outta Time. I absolutely love Red Dead Redemption 2. One day I had the thought that Dutch Van der Lind would absolutely love Phillip Graves, and the idea grew from there. Its gonna have Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo getting mixed up with the Van der Lind gang, looking for Graves, and trying to go home. All the while Arthur watches (established relationship) Ghost and Soap, and is jealous because he's been pining after a certain clumsy photographer (Albert Mason) but won't allow himself to have him. This story is another that I want to make a Journal for Soap, and also one for Arthur, so it's going to be a hell of a lot of work, and I'm excited for it! 😁

13) This one, I have the least for you. It doesn't have a name, all I have is the idea. I myself use they/it pronouns, and I honestly think Ghost would too. For this fic, Ghost would've been born female, had top surgery, and takes testosterone. Ghost is aware they present male, and therefore never corrects anyone for using male pronouns. Soap is straight. He's sure of it. Except Ghost gets him all hot and bothered. He's not sure how to feel about that. This fic is absolutely gonna end with Ghost riding Soap.

Thank you again for the ask! I hope this was sufficient, but if it wasn't, let me know!

[lu-is-not-ok]

Hey hey hello can I ask.

What is your specific theories when it comes to "Hong Lu is Lin Daiyu," "Hong Lu, Don Quixote, & Outis are using fake names," and "Our Yi Sang isn't the same Yi Sang?" I saw those on the bingo sheet and I'm super curious as to what they mean.

Ok so. I'm gonna go in order from the ones I'm most confident in to the ones that I think are the most crackhead. Ok? Ok.

Under a Read More cause I get wordy. Like, Really fucking wordy and rambly.

Our Yi Sang isn't the same Yi Sang.

So, here's what we know.

According to Leviathan, Yi Sang is the main researcher behind the technology that allows access to Mirror Worlds. Faust also remarks that he used to be more talkative before he joined Limbus Company.

According to promotional material, as well as just everything he says, Mirrors and Mirror Worlds are an important theme for his character. While I haven't touched Crow's Eye View or any of the real Yi Sang's works yet, I have seen notable quotes from it that seem to hold up those themes as well.

With the recently released info on Canto IV not only being about Yi Sang, but also being longer than the three previous Cantos combined, something tells me we're going to be properly delving into Mirror Worlds and how they tie back to both Yi Sang's backstory and the main plot as a whole.

Okay, so that's all nice and all, but that doesn't answer what the fuck I mean with the Bingo space, right? I'm getting there.

Let's go back to when we first learn about Mirror Worlds in regards to the main plot, the Tutorial. Faust explains that using Mirror World identities can cause one's memories to be replaced with those of their other identities, but explicitly says that there's no danger of one's true identity being actually affected. The Sinners aren't Ships of Theseus, according to her.

Now, you could say that that's just a way to explain away how the cutscenes are unchanged despite using different identities in combat, and to that I say, Have you played any other Project Moon game? The moment they decide to give lore to why game mechanics work the way they do is the moment that lore becomes a significant part of the plot. It happened every time they had to explain why the characters you're controlling go back to life, I doubt they wouldn't do that again for something as major as the effect of Mirror Worlds on a person's identity.

With all of that said. My theory is that Yi Sang is this Ship of Theseus. He was likely the first one to properly access Mirror Worlds, which also likely means the procedures that are now in place to ensure the Sinners' safety weren't there just yet. Who is to say that Yi Sang, who is now a Sinner working for Limbus Company, and Yi Sang, the researcher who worked with Mirror Worlds, could even be considered the same person?

I don't think the exact specifics of what happened matter for this theory. Whether it's an identity swap or identity fusion or some other shit. What matters is that something happened while Yi Sang was researching Mirror Worlds, which left him with his very self and identity changed, possibly irreparably.

After all, don't you think it's interesting that Yi Sang is the only Sinner whose talksprite doesn't have his ID Card or a nameplate anywhere on his uniform? Just food for thought.

...Holy shit that got long, I promise I won't have THAT much to say on the other two you asked about SDFGHJHGF

Hong Lu, Don Quixote, and Outis are using fake names

So this is less so a concrete theory, and more just an observation I made.

All the other Sinners are directly named after their inspirations' real names. The exceptions are Yi Sang, who is named after the author; Hong Lu, who is named after the book itself/the jade the novel's protagonist used to be; Don Quixote, who is named after an alias her inspiration used; and Outis, who is named after a false nickname her inspiration used.

We're going to focus on the latter three. The fact that they're not directly named after the characters they're meant to be inspired by while still alluding to them in different ways is suspicious, especially if you consider the kinds of people they're all shown to be.

Outis is probably the most obvious example here, she's constantly acting shady, boot-licking Dante while disrespecting her fellow Sinners, and generally being quiet about the details of her past outside of making remarks about being part of a military. Even her intro states that her past is classified and that she's extremely cunning.

Don Quixote doesn't seem to be malicious in her deceit like Outis is, but something is still up with her. Her intro compares her to an actor, and her particulars say she has "Delusions of Grandeur". Not only that, but we also see her completely drop her usual personality when called out on not being genuine by the Mariachis, as well as when Vergilius threatens her with a Deal they apparently Made.

Hong Lu is... interesting. I could make a whole seperate analysis about him, but to try to keep it shorter for once, I'll note that his suspicious behavior is much more subtle. While most of the time he acts clueless and overly honest (which, let's be real, he probably genuinely is most of the time), there are also a notable amount of situations where he lies, deflects, or otherwise dodges subjects or questions when they inconvenience him. Something is definitely up with him, he's just better at hiding it.

This all culminates in a shared design feature of these three on their talksprites, that none of the other Sinners seem to have. Instead of having their ID Cards attached to their uniform, like everyone else does, they have small metal nameplates on the lapels of their jackets.

This is notable as it's something shared Only between these three characters. The other Sinners all have an ID Card attached to a visible spot on their uniform, while Yi Sang, a character who fits neither of the naming schemes since he's named after an author, has neither an ID Card or a nameplate.

Again, not necessarily a concrete theory. Just some observations that could lead to a revelation later on in the plot.

Hong Lu is Lin Daiyu

Ok this one is probably the least supported out of any of these, and the one I believe in the least.

It's like, generally accepted that Hong Lu is supposed to be based on Jia Baoyu from Dream of the Red Chamber, right? Here's the thing, I think that is still the case, but, however.

There are a few things about Hong Lu that point less in his inspiration being Baoyu, and more of it being Lin Daiyu, Baoyu's fated love interest. Not all of it, mind you, but at least some.

One, Hong Lu's eyes. Daiyu's name means blue-black jade, which Hong Lu's eyes seem to subtly, but probably deliverately referencing.

Two, Hong Lu's personality. While none of the Sinners are exactly the same as their inspirations, you can still point where some of their traits come from.

Using Rodya as an example (as Crime and Punishment is the only of the relevant books I had Fully read), her overwhelming self-confidence is very likely a reference to how book Rodion believed himself to be above man. While there are some differences (Rodya's motives are a bit more selfless compared to Rodion's, for example), the base idea of their characters is the same.

Why is this important? Well, while I haven't finished reading Dream of the Red Chamber yet, I am slowly making my way through it. And while there are some ways in which Hong Lu resembles Baoyu, there are also quite a few that things that set them apart to the point it's hard to believe Hong Lu is based only on him.

Here's the thing about Baoyu: he's a trouble maker. He throws tantrums, is highly emotional, and gets borderline treated as a sort of black sheep of his family, especially by his Father (which I will come back to).

Compare that to Hong Lu, who seems to avoid causing trouble (most of the arguments he causes seem to be completely on accident), is stoically smiling all the time to the point it can be almost unnerving, and some of his dialogue seems to imply that his family was at least decently fond of him, if not more (his comment about being "a gem of a child" in his Liu uptie story comes to mind).

Then compare that to Daiyu, who seems to be unanimously loved by her current household, tends to keep her emotions to herself, and tries to stay out of trouble while still making remarks here and there when she notices something off. (An example that comes to my mind is when someone in the family decides to gift all the girls in the Jia household some flower decorations, and Daiyu remarks how she was the last one to be given one and thus was left with leftovers.)

I don't know about you, but that sounds closer to what Hong Lu seems to be like, at least to me.

Three, remember how I mentioned Baoyu's Father? Yeah. Let's talk about that.

Hong Lu mentions his Father in one of his main menu Chatter lines, expressing excitement over being able to introduce his new friends to him.

Why is this relevant? Becuase Baoyu is terrified of his Father, it's a pretty major point that his Father is the Main person in his family that considers Baoyu a disappointment and a disgrace. And it's not something that develops later on in the novel, I'm on Chapter 10 out of 120 and it has been a prevalent thing for a few chapters now.

There are two ways I can see this being resolved. Either Hong Lu is majorly lying to himself (which honestly might not be out of the question), or Hong Lu isn't based entirely on Baoyu, but is inspired by a mix of Baoyu and Daiyu.

That was. An extremely wordy and rambly way of saying that I think Hong Lu is based on two characters instead of one. Uh. Oops.

[crazyf0rswayze]

Johnny Cade: School Project

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"Y/n, I want you to work with Mr. Cade for this group project". 

Johnny looked up when he heard his last name from the teachers mouth. He looked around to see an awfully pretty girl looking at him with a small smile. She waved a small hand at him. She seemed like a nice girl to work with. 

The teacher continued calling names, and pairing people up for the group projects. 

"You will begin your projects in class tomorrow, and continue work on them at home" the teacher said with an annoying smile on her face. Sometimes Johnny wanted to smack it right off her .

"Hey, Johnny right? I'm Y/n, I'm working with you on the project!"

"Mmmhm"

The pair of teens continued walking down the hall. They had one more class together, and Y/n decided to walk with him.

"Do you plan on responding to me?" Y/n said after she realized she had been rambling and he hadn't answered once

"I'm not the most talkative guy your gonna meet, ok" Johnny said finally before they walked into class.

"Oh, sorry...I didnt mean to make you upset, I guess the way I worded it wasn't the best" Y/n said with a nervous laugh. 

"Don't worry about it Y/n" Johnny said looking up and smiling

              TIME SKIP TO PRESENTATION DAY

"And that's why we chose to study the Civil War for our history project"  Y/n said with a pretty smile. Johnny was blushing a little. Y/n did most of the talking and Johnny pointed things out

...but he was staring at her a lot. Ponyboy nudged Johnny when he sat back down

"I see you've got the hots for her" Pony said smirking

"No I don't Pony" Johnny said defensively.

"Hey man, whatever you say" Ponyboy said as he walked up to the board so he could present his project. 

               TIME SKIP TO THE END OF THE DAY

Y/n was at her locker, packing up when Johnny walked up to her, his beautiful brown eyes coved by his hair. 

"Hey Johnny!" Y/n said happily.

"Hey Y/n! Uh...I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out after  school?" Johnny asked very shyly.

"Gosh no need to be so shy Cade. Of course I'd wanna hang out with you!"

"Yea...yea, great. Awesome!" Johnny said with a wide smile. Y/n kinda stared at him. Everything around them stoped. She had never really seen him smile, but he was absolutely beautiful when he did. They started walking out of the school when they saw Ponyboy. 

"See ya Pony" Johnny said 

"Yea I'll see you Johnnycakes" Ponyboy said in an attempt to embarrass Johnny. As Johnny and Y/n walk out of the school Johnny looked back at Ponyboy. We was raising his eyebrows up and down and up and down. Johnny rolled his eyes at the brunette. 

"Johnnycakes?" Y/n questioned. 

Johhny smiled and chuckled a little 

"Yea...yea it's pretty stupid. My buddy Dallas gave the little name to me. I don't really know where he got it from" he chuckled again

"No, no...it's kinda...I don't know...cute" Y/n said blushing. 

"You really think?" Johnny said looking at Y/n with heart eyes

"Yea, I do" Y/n said as the two teens sat down in an empty lot. 

The pair started talking a bit, and sharing experiences about life. They had laughs and all.

"Hey...um I get if we're not close enough for me to ask this...but um...how'd you get the scar?" Y/n asked softly

"Uhhm i-"

"You know what, never mind! It's uh...it's fine don't worry about it" Y/n exclaimed.

"No its ok I swear! Uh...I got jumped by some socs a little bit ago. One of them...Bob had a crap ton of rings on and...split me into to two" He chuckled a little as he said 'split into two' 

"It makes you look pretty tuff" Y/n said looking down as she blushed. 

"Ya think?" Johnny questions

"Yea...I don't know Johnnycakes, it completes your face" 

"R-really?" Johnny said as he looks down blushing.

"Yea"

"Hmmm" 

Y/n looks from his eyes to his lips...and back. Johnny watched her as she did so.

"Johnny..."

"Yes Y/n"

"Ever since Mrs. Brown paired us up as partners for the project...maybe a bit before that...Ive really, really liked you. I just didn't know how to tell you, but I've caught you looking, and I heard Pony tease you about looking at me during the presentation...and I though 'wow, maybe we have mutual feelings'"

"Mmmhm"

"Is that all? 'mmmhm'...do you not like me?"

"I do. I swear...I just...I though you were gonna say more so I wanted to let you know I heard you... and I was listening... you know?" Johnny said quickly

"Yea..."

"..."

"Can I...can I kiss you" Y/n asked very very softly

"Yea..."

They embraced each other in a passionate kiss but suddenly Johnny pulled away

"Did I do something wrong?" Y/n asked worriedly

"No actually...I wanted to really make sure this is ok with you"

"It is Johnny....I promise" 

"Ok..."

The pair started kissing again and then after they stopped they silently looked at the stars and Y/n wound up falling asleep, using Johnny's chest as pillow.

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 13 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: yeahhhhhhhh this is it. THIS IS IT .... i cant believe ive been writing this for over ten months and its been a joy! thank you for being along this ride with me. every time i thought about giving up i would get some sweet ass message from one of yall and i would decide to write again.

stay tuned for more ... hehe

tw: smut, piv, mentions of unalive, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

The second time Kendall appeared at Stella's doorstep was a few days later.  He had been in Barbados with the Sibs and Caroline, trying to lock in the CEO position.  

Somehow, she again ended up on the counter, his hands roaming around her body.  Her pants were pulled down to her knees, the flesh of her thighs hitting the countertop.  

He stuck his head under her shirt, kissing and tickling her chest with his tongue.  Stella swore he came over int he early morning hours so he could catch her in sweats and no bra.  Her body was easy access to him, then.

"Ah!"  She laughed.  "Ken, stop!"

He nipped at her stomach, lowering his mouth to the waistband of her underwear.  

"Seriously.  Kendall."

He looked up at her, brown eyes begging for permission.  "What, pretty girl?"  His lips curved into a smile.

"You can't just keep barging into my place in the middle of the night."

"Uh, yeah I can."

Stella shooed him away from her pussy and sat up.  "We're fighting, remember?"

"I don't think we are."  He smirked at her.

She scoffed, turning to get off the counter, but his hands were still clamped down on her thighs.  "Okay, well, you can't keep doing this.  You didn't even tell me how Barbados went."  She trailed off, seeing the light shine in his eyes at the mention of Barbados.

"Well I was going to tell you after I fucked you into oblivion, but I guess you ruined the surprise."

"What?"  

"You know when I told you Dad named me CEO?"  

She nodded.

"Well Roman and I convinced Shiv to veto the deal.  We're fucking Lukas and GoJo."  He took her hands into his.  She was still just wearing her underwear and big t-shirt.  "It's me."

"For real this time?"

He nodded.  "Yeah.  For fucking real."

Her voice dropped, whispering, "You promise?"

"Yeah."

"So what happens next?"

"Well..."  He move closer to her, lips ghosting over her neck.  "I'm gonna be fucking CEO.  And I can do whatever I want..."  He bit down on the spot between her collarbone and her neck.  She could feel him, half-hard, pressed against her thigh.

"Mmm."  Stella hummed as he reached under her shirt yet again.  

"And then I get to spoil you, for real."  Kendall pulled her shirt over her head, nuzzling his face against her neck.  "You'll never have to pay for anything.  You can do whatever, be whatever."

She moaned.  The thought of being undeniably rich turned her on.  Their relationship was real, of course, but so was his money.  The concept of never having to pay for anything ever again would be attractive to anyone. His lips attached to her nipple, pulling slightly with his teeth.

"Wait, Ken,"  She could feel him getting harder and knew he was aching to fuck her.  

"Hm?"  He looked up from his spot, making hickeys all over her chest.  

"Can we, uh, do it in the bed?"

He grinned.  "You wanna make love, Stella girl?"

She shrugged, the blush creeping up her face.  "I just feel like we're always on the move."

They both knew that if Kendall became CEO, he would be on the move a lot more, unfortunately.  

"I know, baby."  He helped her down from her spot on the counter and led her to the bedroom.  Stella was basically naked as her back hit the sheets.  Kendall looked down at her, working on his shirt. 

She could barely wait, writhing around on the sheets, begging for him to touch her.  

"So impatient..."  He hummed, shrugging off his button down.  Her hands grasped at his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops.  She pulled down his pants--shaking fingers caressed the tip of his dick through his briefs.  

"Ahh, Stell..."  Kendall gasped at the sudden contact.  He had been holding it in, but playing with her tits had made him incredibly hard.  She reached in, palming him as he got on top of her.  

"I love you."  Stella moaned as he bit down on her shoulder.

"Ah, uh, I love you too."  He stuttered as she took him in her hand, pumping his length.  She flipped them over, kissing down his neck.  Her body flushed against his, she positioned herself at him and sunk down on his dick, agonizingly slow.  

Kendall tried to say something but choked on his words as her plush core took him in.  It took all of his strength not to thrust up and stuff himself in.

Stella moaned at the fullness she felt already.  They hadn't had sex in a bit and she was always so tight.  Half-way in, she sunk down lower, thrusting herself onto him.  She let out a small whimper, nails scratching his chest.  

"You good, ah,"  Kendall's vision was clouded as she sank down all the way.  "You good baby?"

She nodded, tears of pleasure falling down her face.  It already felt so good, she could barely move.  "Fuck."

Kendall wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into him.  He thrusted up into her, slowly.  

"Feel good?"  He whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "Ah," He hit a spot deep inside of her.  "Yes!"

His pace quickened and he flipped her over, taking in the sight of her.  Stella was fucked out, lips swollen and core throbbing.  He almost came at the sight of her under him.  Kendall reached between them, his thumb finding her clit.

Stella cried out, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the sheets.  "It's too much..."

His lips attached to her neck, pelvis thrusting into hers as hard as he could.

"You can do it for me, baby."  He breathed.  "C'mon."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, grabbing at nothing.  He hit deeper in her core, her stomach clenching with each thrust.  

Stella's legs started to shake as Kendall grunted, thrusts getting sloppier.  "I'm gonna come in you, okay?"

She nodded.  "Okay."

His thumb lazily traced circles around her clit, hips stuttering against hers.  After too much time away, he wasn't lasting long.  

"Gonna...ah..."  Kendall gasped against her flesh, warmth filling her stomach.  He mumbled something that sounded like 'oh fuck' as he released, relief coming out of him in waves.  She still loved him, even with his flaws.  

 Watching him come undone pushed Stella to her own high, her walls flush against him, pulsing.  Her mouth dropped open, a silent scream taking over her as Kendall took them over the edge.  

"Never leave me, okay?"  He looked down at her, chests heaving.

"I'm not going to leave you, Ken."  She touched his chin.  "No matter what happens."

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The next time she saw him was on tv, two mornings later.  It was 10 AM and she hadn't heard from him yet, which was not a good sign.  

Stella checked her phone as she turned her tv to ATN News.

"Oh shit..."  She muttered under her breath.  

"TOM WAMBSGANS NAMED US CEO OF WAYSTAR ROYCO" A headline read.

#KendallRoy was trending on Twitter.  

if i were @RealKendallRoy i would kill myself

Tom Wambsgans for ceo? Random but ok...#gojo

#KendallRoy is probably fuming 

She called him, obviously, but it went straight to voicemail.  Stella got up from her couch and paced her apartment, unsure of what to do.  Kendall was nothing without the company.  What was he going to do now?  Sure, he had the money and resources to do anything, but his family's company was everything to him.  

Stella ran through the hall, phone in one hand, the other grabbing a jacket and pants.  

"Roman!"  Stella was shocked he actually picked up.

"How did you get this number?"  He sounded drunk.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know.  Probably floating dead in the Hudson somewhere by now."

"Roman."

"Battery Park, probably.  That's where Dad used to go."

"Okay, okay."  She stopped, trying to sound as normal as she could.  Tears were threatneing to fall, though.  "Is he...uh...--"

"Is he good?  Uh, no, well, yeah, he is not good.  He'll probably be dead or knee deep in coke by the end of the night.  Probably both."

"Great.  Thanks."

"My advice, Stella?"

She was quiet for a second.  

"Get the fuck out while you can."  He said.  "Seriously.  Like, you're young, you're an actress or whatever, so you'll be okay.  Let Ken destroy himself."

"What?"  Roman wasn't wrong.  She was young.  She had her whole life ahead of her, and couldn't be the sad wife of a coke-head.  Was saving him worth it?

"He'll promise you sobriety, but he always lies.  Rava figured it out too late, I guess.  You can get out now.  Out before you're like, legally tied to him or something."

"And you're just going to let him die?"

"Ah, I'll be here when he inevitably gets out of rehab."

"But I should leave?"

"I'm his brother, I have to stay."

But could she?

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Kendall sat on a bench in Battery Park, Colin standing behind him on not-so-secret suicide watch.  

The early winter air blew in his face as he contemplated his next move.  

Kendall stared out into the horizon.  Everyone had betrayed him. 

He swore he heard footsteps behind him, but the harshness of reality hit.  No one was coming.  

The footsteps, however, got closer. 

Stella walked past Colin and put her hand on Kendall's shoulder.  He flinched, but couldn't look at her.  He recognized her by the YSL Libre she wore.  

"I told you I wasn't going to leave."