#just in case bc of the salt circle

[lavenoon]

A demon cradling their heart, torn between hiding their nature and reaching out

If you haven't read Cryptid Sightings by @naffeclipse yet I implore you to try it because I am still insane

[milksnake-tea]

hey all !! normally i wouldn't engage in something like this on my blog, but considering that it's happening to a friend of mine, i felt i had an obligation to speak out. sorry for clogging up the tags/interrupting your scrolling 😭

tldr: @/hxveneru has stolen the works of my good friend @lowkeyren not once, but twice and is deleting any comments calling them out.

edit: they've changed their user to @/yneri; if you've blocked them already, this doesn't really matter bc they're still blocked :) reminder to not engage with them, they're just looking for attention. block and ignore!

i know. fun stuff. proof is under the cut.

please note that i'm doing this of my own accord, and the only involvement ren has had in this post is me asking for permission to post it since, well, it's an issue mainly affecting her.

also i should say beforehand but. don't ??? send them death threats please 😭 we are better than that. i'm mainly making this to spread awareness about the issue :)

reblogs are appreciated to spread awareness.

first stolen work is ren's oneshot "drunk words, sober thoughts!" for aventurine here.

as you can see, it was posted on June 15th, a little over two months before hxveneru posted their own oneshot.

for reference. hxveneru is a new blog and all of their posts are in the month of september, proven here via their archive.

and here's the two oneshots side by side, with ren's on the left and the stolen one on the right.

notice how the oneshots are exactly word-for-word except for the title and synopsis? even the author's note is exactly the same. obviously i can't fit the whole thing here, but this should be enough.

honestly it's. i have to laugh at the audacity to just copy and paste like hello???

and here's the second work that was copied, with hxveneru's "diff scenarios w hsr men" taking from drabbles from two of ren's works.

these are the two fics that were stolen from, with their dates attached. both are posted far before september. links are here and here if you want to double check..

now let's look at the drabbles that were - once again, copy and pasted. first is blade's, again with ren on the left and the stolen one on the right (ren's is circled bc they didn't take the hcs part).

and here is the sunday drabble that was stolen.

so far, those are the only works posted on their blog. i was also informed that they had apparently stolen from @/exuvianen's post here but deleted it, but since said post is deleted, we don't have evidence for that so take it with a grain of salt.

but yeah! just wanted to let yall know out there, especially since the plagiarized works have already gained some traction and have 100+ notes on them. i've talked about them vaguely on my blog before, so if this sounds familiar, yeah this is them.

plagiarism is shitty, i shouldn't have to say that. it is not that hard to just write your own stuff. i know validation and publicity make you feel good, but stealing someone else's hard work is not the way to go. writers already have enough to deal with. just don't do it. what's the point of getting validation if it's not even your work?

again, don't send death threats, please. that's a bit far, and they likely won't even do anything since the plagiarizer has already been called out before and this was their response.

not a single ounce of remorse or shame. people have gotten way too comfortable on here.

also "who the hell is ren anyway" bestie you blocked her 😭😭 and ignored her ask to you. that's why ren can't dm her to sort it out privately btw, in case you were wondering.

anyways! that's all i have to say, thanks for sticking around this long and have a great rest of your day. hxveneru if you see this. hi ig ?? id say smth to you but i doubt you'd take it seriously so i won't <3

[spacelazarwolf]

Hey, I saw a post from another tumblr user that you are a Zionist and spreading false info about Jewish people being excluded from pride parades and I don't know what a Zionist is (they just said it was nationalist) but I enjoy your blog and wanted to ask you about it directly to understand better whats going on if thats okay? Im not anonymous in case you want to privately answer or tell me youd not want to discuss. 💕

first, i wanna thank you for being respectful about this, and for asking this off anon. this tells me you're asking in good faith, so i'm happy to answer.

i've had to state numerous times on my blog that i'm not a zionist bc people love to slap that label on any jew they disagree with, which is exactly what's happening in this situation. they disagreed with what i said about a lot of jews not feeling comfortable at pride because of the pervasive antisemitism in queer spaces, and several queer events banning the jewish pride flag because it "looked too similar to the israeli flag" and decided that made me a zionist. it happens a lot bc ppl know that that word is very taboo in activist spaces, and labeling you a zionist is a surefire way to get you kicked out of a lot of progressive circles. interestingly (said with a huge dollop of sarcasm) this rarely happens to gentiles.

zionist is also a pretty useless word for determining what someone actually believes, because depending on who you ask their ideologies can range from "i think that jewish people should be able to live in the land that is currently israel and palestine alongside palestinians and other indigenous groups" to "i think that only jews should get to live in that area and we should kick everyone else out." and as you can imagine, there's lots of people like me who agree with the first statement but vehemently disagree with the second. it's become somewhat of a dogwhistle, to the point that alt righters popularized "zio" as a slur, which was then picked up by leftists (because there is also a huge problem with antisemitism in leftist and non palestinian gentile-dominated antizionist spaces.) one of the events i mentioned in the first paragraph deleted a tweet using this slur.

the person you're probably talking about also claimed that i, a genderqueer trans man, am a misogynist, because i said that jewish masculinity is very culturally different from white masculinity and that i find a lot of comfort in it. they cited a bunch of problems with misogyny within the orthodox community, despite the fact i'm not orthodox or even ashkenazi. what it boiled down to is that they disagree with the takes i have on anti transmasculinity, and they needed something else to pin it on.

so in the future, if you see someone accusing a jew of being a zionist, take everything they have to say with a bucket full of salt and do as you did with this ask and go ask the person what they actually believe. sometimes you'll find their beliefs actually don't line up with your morals and you can unfollow, but the vast majority of the time you'll find that they just said something someone didn't like and it was the easiest way to discredit them.

in general, i don't share my opinions about zionism/antizionism on tumblr because that's not what my blog is centered on, and also i oppose the expectation that jews should have to disclose our opinions on zionism in order for gentiles to determine whether or not we are worth listening to. i also have a lot of thoughts abt how the focus on anti-anything makes it easier for activists to weaponize that activism against marginalized people, but that's an entirely different post.

anyway, i hope that answers your question, and i will probably pin this ask somewhere on my blog since i have been asked this a few times now and it seems unavoidable since ppl just won't drop it.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

as someone obsessed with pussy steve, it drives me insane because i was doing my final exam today and all i was thinking about is "am i going to read the same pussy steve blog of S? yeah tf i am" and im here requesting from u some more pussy steve bc goddamn thats my obsessionnnnn. plus it's my first time asking u to write anything (i dont do shit but read things here and trying not fail school at the same time)

related to this pussy Steve ask

also... we're channeling this vibe shamelessly as we continue on from that last post, still set during WWII

Good job with your finals!! Let's dive in 👀

Steve can't fucking take it anymore, groaning as he flops back onto the squeaky, lumpy mattress that's supposed to be his bed. They've been holed up in this goddamn remote rubble city for what feels like years after clearing the town of HYDRA and Nazi agents with no action to burn off his excessive energy. The once standing city has long since been evacuated because of the air raids. The bombs have flattened almost half of it, shaking the other half immensely, but without orders to go elsewhere, the Howling Commandos are lying low, trying to plan their next move on their own. It feels like a waste just to march all the way back to camp but they don't have any other leads. Not yet.

And the Howlies have scavenged the area already, gathering any remaining, surviving food that isn't their shit MREs, plus having made sure no civilians were left behind before sitting down to talk and plan.

And talk and plan and talk and plan.

Steve can only strategize for so long, he can only play card games for so long, he can only draw on scraps of paper for so long; the serum has left him even more hot blooded than he was with all this vivacity he couldn't've dreamed of before, as thin and sickly as he was. So it's a fucking problem. Sitting still.

Waiting.

They should be doing something. Seeing action. Doing good. This is war. It feels so bizarre to sit between what they have just seen and what they're going to see. Bad things.

So, yeah, Steve is having a hard time unhelped by the fact that they're stuck in the one reliable structure that happens to be a small inn with thin walls. It's a blessing to have their own rooms and real beds, just enough rooms that they only have to pair up rather than sleeping in a dog pile together, but they might as well be together with these paper walls. Thus, Steve is being extra careful as he attempts to burn off some steam, alone while the others do... whatever... out in the main room (maybe a game of poker?) by stuffing the undershirt he's been wearing beneath his red white and blue uniform into his mouth.

The shirt tastes of salt and musk, balled up and packed between his teeth, filling his mouth, keeping his jaw open. Keeping the sounds he wants to make down. Most of the sounds. He can't help the sounds his body makes that don't come out of his mouth... wet, slick squelching sounds from between his legs, his fingers plunging deep into himself as if he's trying to get to his heart. In the scenario where he wanted to get off and be done with it, he'd be making tight, hard circles around his clit, pressing down against it hard, impatient and rough with himself, making himself a little raw with it but a lot sensitive--but that's not what he wants right now. He wants to burn through energy now. So, he has two fingers crooked inside his pussy, plunging them in and drawing them out slow enough that it makes him crazy. It's enough to feel good, so, so good, but not enough to get him off.

Steve's not wearing his uniform without the undershirt while he fingers himself. Well, he's not wearing it in full. He's kept his pants and boots on in case they need to get up and go, but... his pants are gaping open.

He's undone the long zip and aaall the latching buttons, ripping the taps as wide apart as he can get them without just taking his pants off. His hand shoved beneath both layers--pants and underwear.

His boxers are ruined. Wet. Soaked.

Registering just how sticky and wet he is, pulling his fingers out of his cunt to trace his puffy, swollen slit, he plays with his own wetness. He's dripping. He doesn't touch his aching clit directly, but he does put pressure on the legs of it, tracing the v down his vulva, spreading his legs wider, just a tiny bit, so his lips are out of the way as much as they can be, exposing himself, touching himself, and--

Choking on a whimper as electric pleasure shoots through him.

That's the closest he's let himself get to touching his clit in, in... however long it's been? An hour? Two? Ten minutes?

Steve doesn't let it last. Instead, blearily, he presses his middle and ring fingers back into himself. Back into the scorching, melted heat of his body. His foot kicks out, restless, needing something to do with the thick lust building inside him. Groaning softly through his shirt, Steve arches his neck, lifting his head off the bed just enough to let it come crashing back down heavily, giving his sweat-soaked blonde hair an impressively ruffled style.

As thoughts as he feels--his coherency consumed by pleasure--Steve suddenly flushes, wondering if Bucky will be able to smell it on him when he's done (if he doesn't already know what he's locked himself into their room to do). Once he's worn himself out, cumming on his own fingers after too much build up to be comfortable, leaving himself hurting with too much tension and desire, will Bucky know? Steve will button and zip up his pants and put his shirt back on and waltz back out there, but will it all be only for Bucky to corner him away from the other guys and maybe tip his chin up, fingers on his jaw, eye-to-eye, give him those dark eyes that say, I know what you did, maybe Bucky will kiss his neck and murmur to him hotly, or maybe he'll bend him over, their clothes still on, his cock a hot, thick line in his trousers, pressed against his slit, sweet talking him with his players voice, saying filthy things about how he can smell it on him like he's a bitch in heat with the most syrupy tone, crooning so Steve will get stickier, wetter, and gooey-er. Melted in the center like some kind of oozing, chocolate dessert. Hot and ready to be devoured.

Bitten.

Licked.

Swallowed.

Steve is thinking about his best guy's cock and he's thinking about his mouth, too, now. He's thinking about those sweet talking, wicked lips. He's thinking about his immaculately styled head of hair between his thighs, going to town. Not an ounce of reservation in the way he dives into him, in how he licks, how he slurps, how he fucks.

Jesus Christ.

Steve's jaw works around his balled up shirt, clenching. His throat contracts as he swallows thickly, praying that he doesn't wail like he wants to. The sound is in his chest, rattling around, building into this aching pressure. He can't fit anymore arousal inside himself. He's gonna burst.

Then, when he's weak and he just can't fucking stop himself, Bucky on his mind like always, Steve curls his fingers just enough to catch the raised spot inside him, spongy and sensitive. So fucking sensitive. His sweet spot that causes his hips to involuntarily buck up, searching for more, needing more. If he weren't gagged, he'd be moaning for it.

Moaning Bucky's name.

Bucky's on his mind already, so, of course, he wants Bucky on his tongue, too. Worse, he wants Bucky inside him. He wants him so bad that he's fucking aching, clenching around his fingers, hips squirming, toes curling, panting. He wants Bucky's cock in him so bad, slamming home so he's leaking around it, wetting his balls and smearing all over both of their thighs. He's a slippery mess.

He wants Bucky so bad that he has to stop thrusting his fingers in and out of his tight cunt to work a third finger into himself, chasing the girth of his dick. He can't get as deep as Bucky does, and it's just not the same to the point that, that--

Steve garbles out something of a sob. His eyes sting with tears. His head is so hot with frustration. Hazy and smoking. He can't think. He can't keep his rhythm. He's shaking.

Fuck.

When he pulls out to add another fingertip--stretching before he eases the entire length of his own finger in--he realizes he can smell himself. Already, he could smell himself wafting up from his unwashed shirt, sweaty, but now he can smell the hot, briny musk of his own arousal, carried on the sex-thick air of the quaint inn room. Humid and heavy.

He can smell himself. Sweat, musk, and leaking slick. It's an unmistable scent that turns Steve on more than it should, considering it's his own smell, twisting up in his gut and making him feel tighter, tenser, hotter. He can taste himself. Sweat, musk, and dirty, unwashed cotton coating his tongue, dripping down his throat, joining the lust already pooled low in his belly. He can hear himself. Slick, squelching, and lewd with his fingers curling inside himself. Muffled and drowning with sounds dying in the back of his throat before they have the chance to come out of his mouth. The soft snuffling, shuffling sounds of his pants folding and brushing against the bed sheets, fabric rustling and creaking as his thighs spread instinctively until the the seams groan. Every sound is another piece of wood added to the fire, burning hotter until it crackles and pops with the explosions of hot sap. Steve is feasting on these sensations as much as he's feasting on the slick, velvet feeling of the inside of his own pussy. He can touch himself. Smooth, wet inner walls that cling so tightly to his own fingers. If he could lift his head, the weight of his empty skull, so weakened, he could see himself, too--his hand moving in his pants, the veins running over his muscled forearms bulging with the effort of working his fingers so much.

God, he wants more in him.

His fingers work faster, curling a little harder, plunging deeper until he's erupting with another garbled cry.

He wants Bucky's cock in his pussy, throbbing with the pound of his best guy's heart, at the same time that he wants Bucky's thumb to sneak down between where their sweaty bodies collide with every frantic thrust, slicking the digit up with Steve's overpouring wetness until he reaches back, traces the sensitive, pink flesh between his legs to get to his asshole and pops it inside him, too, giving him something extra. Extra stuffing, his thumb in his ass, pressing back against his pussy. The thin wall between his holes. Giving him something more to clench down on while he wails, crashing over the edge as Bucky grinds so deep he can taste it, choke on it, so deep that his pelvis rubs on Steve's swollen clit and makes it impossible not to cum.

Guh.

Steve is drooling, soaking into his own shirt, thinking about Bucky.

Drowning in pleasure from his own hand.

Steve is rocking up into his hand, his hips with a mind of their own, or, rather, mindless in the pursuit of pleasure, instinctively rutting, humping, rolling, and just going. He's trying to swallow moans and gasps to varying degrees of success. He knows not all of them stay down in his tight, heaving chest, but he doesn't know how loud his noises are, his heartbeat is too loud in his ears.

Regardless of his noises, he keeps chasing his pleasure, his clit swollen and peaking out as much as it can from it's hood--leaving it vulnerable and draaagging just lightly against the heel of his hand. It's agonizing. With every feathered drag of his sensitive clit against his hand, it's making his sounds grow worse. He will be wailing soon no matter what he does. No matter how much he tries to keep it down.

It aches.

It hurts.

It feels sofuckinggood.

His jaw is working so hard that it feels like his teeth will rip into his shirt soon. Gah. Oh, ah, yeahh--

The temperature keeps going up and up in and all around Steve, fever hot, when the door swings open.

Steve is so tightly wound that he can't freeze. There is no way to stop the forest fire within him. It's going to have to come to its own conclusion when it has burned through everything he has, only ash left. Nothing can put him out.

So it's a damn good thing that it's Bucky that walks through the open door, hurriedly slamming it behind him when his eyes land on Steve's debauched, twitching form on the bed they've been sharing. A cold rush of air comes in with him, leaving all the hair on Steve's body to stand on end in salute. He quivers harder.

Bucky wastes no time. He is deadly, vicious in his pursuit--the sound of the door slamming hits Steve's ears, delayed with his mushy brain, and then Bucky is immediately on him like a predator pouncing.

His body is heavy on top of him, pinning him with the drag of his uniform against Steve's sensitive, sweat-glistening skin.

Real.

He's so real that it's visceral. It's not just Steve's heated, out-of-control fantasies as he approaches his orgasm without breaks.

Bucky cages him in with his body, one of his hands planted by Steve's head, steadying himself, while his other hand grabs ahold of Steve's forearm to rip his hand out of his pants.

Steve does wail then, through his makeshift gag.

The look on Bucky's face is evil, mocking him playfully, asking, oh, really, is that how it is?

After all these years, they read each other like open books. Steve knows he knows how turned on he is, and it's devastating. Bucky probably knows just based on how much he's blushing and how he can't keep his eyes open, how long he's been going at it for. He knows how much it aches to be untouched when he gets like this. Especially now. Post-serum. It's all he can think about. He can feel his heartbeat pounding in his pussy. He's hot and swollen and so wet that it brings stinging tears to his eyes. God.

He's so fucking needy.

He needs Bucky. He needs--

Bucky sticks both of Steve's hands above his head, crossed at the wrist, and uses one of his own to pin them there. Steve could easily break away any time, but now. He's so worn down. He's weak. His brain has gone out of his head, and all of his super-strength has drained from his body out of his weeping cunt. He's depleted. He can do nothing by lay there, helpless and vulnerable, as Bucky shoves and pushes and shimmies his pants and underwear down. He barely gets them halfway down his thighs before he stops, and because of it, Steve sucks in a sharp breath through his balled up shirt. The air of the room is shocking against his soaked, sticky center.

Guh.

GUH!

Steve makes a fucking stupid sound when Bucky quits messing with his tangled up pants to instead mess with his pussy. He slips one, then two, then three inside him. Fast. A predator tearing through prey, no time to think, just do. His shit eating grin tells Steve that he's impressed with how sloppy he's gotten himself, and he wants to cry in embarrassment but also pride.

With three fingers inside him, Bucky curls them and grinds them deeper, deeper, curls, deep, curl, deep--

Steve's head is spinning. He doesn't even know what Bucky is doing to him. It just, it, it, ohgod, his eyes roll back so far, so hard it hurts, it feels so good. It's wrecking him. Whatever he's doing to him. Maybe it's Bucky's reckless thirst for him. Maybe it's the serum burning like venom in his veins. Maybe it's both of them mixing together into one harsh cocktail, so intoxicating it immediately makes him drunk.

The things Bucky is doing to his body make Steve want to shriek in pleasure. He's letting go of his wrists but it's not like Steve can move anyway and it's for good reason that he's not pinning him anymore because instead he's pressing down on his belly with that hand as he curls his fingers more, more, more, curling them towards himself hard, pressing so hard on that spot inside him that Steve doesn't even, he's not even sure he can comprehend the pleasure cutting through him, it's so much pressure building up inside him, taking more space than he realized he had even inside this bigger, stronger body, he can't, he's not strong enough, he--

Steve gasps and squirms, not understanding, wanting to babble, oh, oh, Bucky, what-I, I'm-! Wait! What is that feeling? Why does it feel like that? Wh--he can't, though, he can't say anything, his mouth stuffed.

He screams behind his teeth and--

Steve fucking whites out.

He's there one minute and then he's gone in a flash. Too much pleasure. Too much pressure. Too good. He's half convinced, totally out of his mind, that he's exploded or, or...

Oh.

As Steve returns to himself in bits and pieces, still shattered in the aftermath, he's almost sure he's lost so much control of himself that he's pissed himself. He's so fucking wet. Soaked down his thighs and down Bucky's wrist. If he has pissed himself, then he's given everything up to Bucky, his body entirely his lover's, every part of it, but then.

JesusfuckingChrist.

Then, Bucky's voice breaks through the ringing in his ears, and he's softly, quietly purring to him, mindful of their thin walls in a way Steve has not been while being stripped down to the bone in exhausting, overwhelming pleasure. Bucky's voice is all low and hot, too turned on as he works Steve through it, touching him much softer, nicer, lighter while he tells him how fucking hot that was, watching him, feeling him squirt around his fingers. And, holy shit, he's gonna make him do that on his dick. He will.

It's a promise.

Now that he knows he can make Steve squirt, he's gonna do it all. the. fucking. time.

Steve whines through his gag, his body trembling hard with his fading fever. Oh. It hits like a sledgehammer to the back of his head. He's going to die. Bucky is gonna kill him, making him squirt, making him writhe, making him want to crawl out of his own body, giving him too much gutteral, visceral pleasure.

Bonus:

I've had a draft sitting here on Tumblr for a while that simply says:

Lil pussy Steve domming big, beefy Bucky. Steve's wearing a pair of panties to a party, getting them messy in a closet or bathroom or... both... where Bucky fingers him until he cums, then, once they've finished and Steve is desperately wet, he makes Bucky put swap underwear with him. Bucky obeys because of course he's done--he's big and he falls hard. Steve's wet, dirty panties, though, they're much too tight and remind him for the next few hours (hours that Steve, the introvert, suspiciously makes them stick around the party for) exactly of what they did. How he made his dom squirt and make these panties wet and smell musky and hot like his pussy does. Ruin them. Ruining the panties, ruining Bucky.

Plus, the whole rest of the party, Bucky has to live with the fact that Steve doesn't have any underwear on because rather than put Bucky's boxers on, he shoved them into his pocket where he could take them out at any time. Fuck, they could fall out at any moment! Bucky can't focus on a single fucking conversation.

And it's not until they get home that Bucky gets to cum.

When they're finally, finally home, Steve pushes Bucky down onto the floor, mounts his lap, and grinds into his hard, hard cock bursting out of his teeny-tiny, too-tight panties. The underwear is so little and delicate, all wet lace, that Bucky nearly ripped them putting on his bigger body. Demanding him to cum and ruin them further, one of Steve's thin, bony hands constricts around his throat.

Oh, yeah, he owns this big, subby mess of a man.

So... do with that what you will 😏

[rimeiii]

Analyzing What in "Hell" is Bad's gameplay (+ the four demon king's gameplay archetypes) based on trailers alone

I don't know if anyone has done this yet, but literally the only reason why I'm doing this is because. Well. I'm a sucker for tower defense and I'm probably the few people who's interested in this game mainly because of the gameplay, so I do want to brainrot a little bit aha. There's also this little interaction within my crew server:

(danchou is a running nickname for me bc this server did start out as a granblue fantasy crew server and i was the captain of the crew)

Now I can't recall if Prettybusy has ever explicitly stated that WHB will be a tower defense game (like I THINK they did? but idk?) but at this point I'm deep in the trenches of tower defense games (specifically Arknights) and I need a break from the mind-bending struggle that is Surging Waves 9 in IS3 aka Integrated Strategies aka Mizuki and Caerula Arbor after dying on floor 5 one too many times so! Here we go!

Preemptive warning that I'm probably going to slip into Arknights terms because that's what I'm familiar with, oof.

Continued under the cut because this is going to be LONG.

Let's just jump right into it - to the brief view of gameplay from the second trailer!

Okay, sure. Some of the icons and elements are a bit...vague, I guess is the word. But some things are pretty obvious so let's get them out of the way:

You have the stage number up top.

24/30? Number of enemies left!

Now these last two numbers on the top of the UI are a bit confusing, but one of them (most probably the smaller number) is likely to be HP. If I had to guess it'll work like Arknights, where one enemy entering the base would count as 1 HP lost (apart from bosses). The other might be the number of opportunities we get to move a unit on the battlefield, kinda like Path to Nowhere, though the trailers so far have not shown that this is a gameplay feature, so take this speculation with a grain of salt.

The round circle in front of the building is likely to be the base. On the other hand, the red squares are likely to be enemy spawn points.

Red bars are HP bars, while white bars are skill/ult bars.

I do wonder if the game will incorporate something akin to Arknights' high ground tiles. There are two different tilesets in the second trailer, a plain white/cream one that forms a path to the base from the enemy spawn points (where Leviathan and Mammon are standing), and a textured grayish one separate from that path (where Beelzebub is standing).

For the uninitiated, in Arknights, only ranged units can be deployed on high ground tiles. Take for example the one of the boss stages of IS3. Here, the boss is dead and I was in the process of cleaning up the final few enemies. There are three Operators in high ground tiles (Honeyberry, Ansel, and Fiammetta) and four on normal tiles (Mountain, Mlynar, Saria, and Highmore).

High ground tiles are denoted by being at elevation compared to regular tiles, where melee Operators can be deployed. Whether an Operator is melee or ranged is denoted in their Operator screen, at the bottom left (where their class, attack range, and roles are also denoted).

Why do I say there might be high ground tiles in WHB? Because Beelzebub's attack seems to be an AoE ranged attack, akin to the Artilleryman class in Arknights, like Fiammetta or Shirayuki. In addition to that, he is standing on the gray tiles, unlike Mammon and Leviathan. As an aside, the visuals of his attack reminds me of Shirayuki's shuriken, specifically the ones in her second skill.

Anyways, my only gripe with what I'm seeing in the trailer is the vague description in attack speed. It's kinda like a repetition from Arknights. In Arknights' case, it's actually one of the few things in the Arknights status screen that's really vague, and to see it also replicated here...hoo boy.

Like how much of a time interval difference is there between "slow" (Mostima), "slightly slow" (Mudrock), and "average" (Enforcer)? Plus, Mostima's third module has raised her attack speed for every level, so how different is the Mod3 "slow" different from the regular or Mod1/Mod2 "slow"? Thankfully the wikis all have detailed information for the actual attack interval, and for all intents and purposes this vagueness isn't game-breaking by any means, but it'd be a nice QoL addition if we have access to that information in-game.

But you're not here to listen to me talk about Arknights (it's a wonder if you are, honestly, considering this is meant to be a WHB post), so I'll get to my next point.

It probably wouldn't really matter much in WHB?

Like I said earlier, the game's main focus is the demons, not like Arknights where we have people doing absolutely insane things like max risk Contingency Contract or IS3 Surging Waves 15. So, if Prettybusy doesn't really put as intense of an effort into the tower defense aspect like Arknights, I'll be fine with it. I'd appreciate it if they also really develop the tower defense gameplay though, and not turn the later stages into pure DPS checks. We'll see when WHB officially releases!

Enough with the complaints, though. I want to talk about potential character classes, starting with the four main demon kings! Starting with my man, my baby, my love, Leviathan! (danchou stop)

Leviathan, once again proving that I can't escape from falling in love with characters associated with water and the sea, seems to be the WHB equivalent to a Defender in Arknights, potentially either a Protector focused on DPS, like Hoshiguma, using his coffin as a shield. He seems to have taken the brunt of enemy damage in the second trailer, likely due to tanking the hits - his HP is so low I'd be scrambling to deploy a medic or Guardian Defender if it were Arknights. Though, his ult reminds me of Asbestos's second skill, with the increased range and AoE damage. Otherwise, if he has other forms, I'd imagine him being a Summoner, who summons his Eldritch beings onto the battlefield. Kinda like Deepcolor, I guess?

I talk about alternate forms because it does seem you can use multiple versions of the same character in the same team, and these alternate forms seem to have different classes. However, this screencap was taken from the first trailer, so...

Anyways, I talked about Beelzebub potentially being an Artilleryman in the second trailer, I'd talk about the form in the first trailer, which seems to imply that Bubs here is a melee unit. Yet, the party select screen seems to indicate that Bubs is a ranged unit. Note, however, that there doesn't seem to be a clear path like in the second trailer, so enemy movement seems unclear. For all we know, the enemy Bubs is fighting might be the WHB equivalent of an aerial unit.

With Bubs out of the way (wow gbf brain is real), let's move on to speculations regarding Mammon and Satan. Again, screencap is from the first trailer, so I'm not so sure how accurately this will reflect on the current build used for the second trailer, much less the final product.

Satan seems to be yet another ranged unit or a melee class capable of ranged attacks (so, a Fortress Defender like Horn, or a Lord Guard like Arene), if that weapon is of any indication. Like, is that a ballista? He's said to be the most violent of the seven kinds, so is he doing AoE damage like an Artilleryman Sniper, point-blank shots with large damage like Heavyshooter Snipers (like Pozyomka or Schwarz), just has a high attack stat like Deadeye Snipers (like Andreana or Ambriel), or purely focuses on dealing large damage at a farther distance like Besieger Snipers (like Poca/Rosa or Totter)? So many ways we can go with him, and I for one am interested!

And last but not least, Mammon. Those tentacles (and later on the gold hands from the second trailer) surrounding him actually reminds me of Ambusher Specialists from Arknights, melee Operators capable of dealing AoE damage to their surrounding tiles (like Mizuki and Manticore). Considering one of his abilities is to create gold that turns into weapons, this might be one of the manifestations of his abilities!

Now, I'd continue with the other demons eventually, but in a separate post because this is. Already so long. Plus, we don't have as much info about the other demons (and angels) apart from the character previews, so much more speculation abound. So, uh, thanks for reading I guess? Ahaha-

[redheadlesbianfreak]

jumping in with my 2¢ on Zestiria bc I definitely think it's worth a shot!!

It has its flaws, but I think both the ppl who put the alleged queer subtext on a pedestal AND the ppl who complain that the whole game etc is terrible are both exaggerating

imo a lot of the hate it got was exacerbated by it not meeting ppl's expectations, so anything that COULD be complained abt was complained abt excessively (i wasn't there at release and avoid larger tales circles that recycle that complaining whenever it's brought up so grain of salt with that)

As for the queer subtext.. think abt a shonen anime with two male characters that are Ultimate Friends or the like. It's abt as much 'intentional queer subtext' as that (tho i wouldn't downplay the importance/impact of Sorey and Mikleo's relationship in the game based on that)

In any case, it's just a game that happens to be noticeably imperfect. I remember during the tutorial section saying "this kinda sucks, I'll play it just to say I played it" (since im a bit of a tales game completionist), then I ended up loving it and immediately replayed the whole game ajdksk and now it's one of my favorites ✨

[also just a tip if you haven't heard!! Except for some big main story ones, skits are locked to save points and inns. if you wanna see as many as possible, I recommend always checking save points and staying at each new inn repeatedly as soon as you arrive until you don't get a skit. Also keep in mind that quests and story beats may unlock new ones, so check back at inns frequently!

I missed so many skits my first playthrough bc I didn't realize how many inn skits there were ;w;]

anyway, I hope you like the game!! and that I didn't accidentally make it sound worse sjxkd

No, you didn't make it sound worse at all! You actually made me really want to play it now, or at the very least, I'm super curious to try it out for myself! I think that I'm going to get it during the Steam summer sale so I won't have to pay $50 for it. Thank you for being honest about the flaws and the strengths! And thank you for the tips!

Honestly, Tales of Symphonia is my all-time favorite game. And I KNOW that it's flawed, so I am absolutely willing to overlook flaws in a game.

[fetteredhope]

—— ( geraldine viswanathan. cis woman, she/her. ) recently seen serving at diner 54: enter ROBIN ELODIE SHRIKE. twenty-eight years old & a capricorn, usually observed in graphic t-shirts, leather jackets, and oversized cargos ; robin is a devotion local known within their circle as COMPOSED + NURTURING, a perpetual hum of me by the 1975 on salted mouth. something of the AFFECTLESS + FICKLE follows, regardless … something to do with working dead end jobs, because who really cares in the end, perhaps ? strange, what a HUMAN can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of a familiar laugh, but there’s an echo that leaves the room feeling cold. it’s hollow and forced, but she’ll take what she can get. pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on rolling her eyes at her favourite twinks despite how much she actually loves them, flipping off customers the second they try it with her, dark lipstick; dark eyeshadow; dark attire. / committed to legend by bri, twenty6, they/she, est.

below are mentions of chronic illness & hospitalization!

stats.

name: robin elodie shrike.

nickname: rob, robby.

age: twenty eight.

gender identity: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexuality: lesbian.

birthday: january 15, 1995.

star sign: capricorn.

myer-briggs: intp.

occupation: waitress at diner 54.

place of birth: devotion, south of tene.

last played on spotify: until the night turns by lord huron.

general disposition: indifferent and judgmental.

background.

the youngest of two older brothers, robin came into the world loudly and aggressively, and it was merely a precursor to how she’d always read

life growing up wasn’t horrible, her parents were loving and their family had money - mum being the owner of a massive publishing company and dad being a big name editor, also the owners of shrike point light library

however it felt as if they were never satisfied, always pushing for more even when their kids were at the top of their classes and heavily involved in as many extracurriculars as they could

it eventually mottled her relationship with her brothers - she was always close with the oldest shrike kid josef, but malcolm had a bad case of middle child syndrome and distanced himself entirely, from their parents and definitely from josef, who was the best of them in their parents eyes

robin herself didn’t purposely act out - she just stopped caring……… academics to her came with ease, she was lucky to be naturally very smart, but she felt no desire to ever challenge herself in her extracurriculars and classes the way her parents wanted her to

she graduated high school and… that was basically it, she never tried to go to university, wrinkled her nose at the idea of taking community college classes as a pass time, she was just done and though her parents hated it, she was free of their judgment

she’s been working at diner 54 for 10 years now - while robin’s free, she feels the opposite of stuck; she loves devotion and plans on staying there for as long as she lives, with her rag tag somewhat dysfunctional group of friends she’s had since she was little

thought it felt like nothing was happening for her, robin didn’t mind it at all; she would give anything to go back to those days before josef fell incredibly sick - a lung infection that resulted in a transplant, which seemed like the worst of it, until his body began to reject the transplant and he’s been in hospital ever since

details.

when she’s not at work, robin’s either in a dingy bar with her friends or at the hospital visiting josef - she has her own cot permanently left in his room for when she has to serve late into the night and visiting hours are technically over

a big reader!!!! ig it runs in the family fr

the epitome of grunge/punk kid

is secretly quite loving and she does make it known with friends but she’s openly sneered in customers faces before if they were rude to her or even bc she thought their dinner orders were Ass

as a human she’s incredibly intrigued and fascinated with the devotion creatures, especially witches of which a lot of her friends are

she can be a bit selfish in her requests and demands sometimes but she just wants to watch people use their powers its cool ok.

is the lesbian mom to her fav twinks around town that she protects like they’re her own children

connections.

needs roommates pls, at least 2!!!

bffs/childhood friends

ppl who work at diner 54 with her!!

someone added to her twink collection :) 

exes!! that ended on good and bad terms

hook ups/fwbs

someone she knows thru her brothers/grew up with them/family friends etc.

anything n everything teehee

[mutable-manifestation]

#the worm fan in me would love to try to make this a worm crossover#but idk what character would work that well#danny phantom crossover prompt#dp crossover prompt#danny phantom crossover#dp crossover#dpxdc#dp x dc

Very early days Vista could be a goldmine.

She somehow sneaks into teleport range to go help at an Endbringer battle and ends up getting kidnapped by a Fallen group that happened to be in the area, got pissed when they saw her give some heavy hitter a clear shot, and couldn't help but noticed she was all alone and without a handy-dandy teamwork bracelet (bc sneaky) and decided "hey, free sacrifice!"

A cape really is the best option for a sacrifice, they decide. And one so strong! My, how very fortuitous.

The branch she's with has Master who can do simple vocal commands, so a quick "hey kid, don't use your powers, don't make any noise, and follow me (and later: "sit in the middle of the huge, bloody salt circle) et voila.

They don't bother with subtlety. They're The Fallen, people know what they're about - and she's gong to be dead soon anyway - so who cares if she learns about the ritual that may allow them to summon a fourth Endbringer.

So she's sits there, fuming and terrified while a good dozen or more villainous capes chant ominously around her.

It's awful enough knowing they'll either kill or brainwash her after their insane attempt inevitably fails.

It's worse, she decides, when the ritual begins to work.

The blood disappears into the salt and the whole things begins to glow a soft, neon green even as a cool mist slithers across the ground around there ankles - just thin enough to see through easily.

Tiny specks of light in every color bloom into being all over the room at waist height, and she can almost make out a sort of swirling pattern.

It would almost be beautiful if not for the kidnapping part of the situation.

And the clear delighted awe that lights every one of the Fallen's faces even as they continue their chant.

And the oppressive sense of other that has her hindbrain screaming at her to freeze, don't move, don't breathe, don't let it notice you you are but a speck you will not survive.

For the first time since she joined the Wards, she feels every bit the tiny child that everyone insists on treating her as.

Then a being appears in the circle above her, and, contrary to expectation, the oppressive feeling disappears.

The "Endbringer" looks like a teenager. White hair, eyes the same color as the salt circle now was, a sea of freckles that reminded her of the galaxy of the lights - which had sunk into the fog around their ankles when he appeared - and simple black and white body suit with a weird-looking "D" on the chest.

He looks like he could be any cape with a Changer aspect to their power. Or the mildest Case 53 she'd ever seen.

Then he looks at her first and, despite the oppressive feeling disappearing, she's horrified.

The ritual was meant to summon an Endbringer. And here was someone or something brought forth by the ritual.

The ritual for which she was provided as a sacrifice.

And she can't do anything. Can't run. Can't fight.

She can't even open her mouth to scream.

And then he turns to The Fallen and says something in that same strange chant language.

Whatever they say in return, it clearly makes him very unhappy judging by the way his expression instantly twists fury and disgust.

He doesn't bother responding, instead slamming down onto the floor like he'd finally decided to allow gravity to remember he existed and causing pillars of ice to shoot out in a circle around them, slamming most of The Fallen far away to bounce off of or dent the walls of the large room.

Two people get right back up - Brutes, Vista guesses - but that the last she sees of them before she's tackle through the floor by the possible-Endbringer.

And then they're away, shooting through solid earth without touching any of it before eventually breaking into air to fly high above the ground.

In the sky, all she can see of him - and herself - is a faint outline.

Eventually, the possible-Endbringer stops and says things at her in that weird language.

Then.

"Right. Sacrifice. You probably don't speak that. Uh, can you understand English?"

Vista doesn't not move or speak, still trapped in the sway of a Master power.

With a vague feeling of horror, she wonders if it's permanent.

Wonders if she'll be alive long enough for that to matter.

Oh sure, he doesn't look like an Endbringer, but neither had the Simurgh before the world learned better.

Thankfully for her nerves, he decides to continuing in English, awkwardly introducing himself as Danny and voicing hopes that she can at least understand him even if she can't respond.

He promises to do his best to get her back to her home, and she wonders what could be next after the Hopekiller. The Trustkiller, maybe?

They talk off again, flying in silence for some undetermined amount of time, and it's only when they can finally see a city in the distance that Vista feels all of her muscle untense at once.

She sucks in a harsh breath - the first breath she's made under her own power in at least hours at this point - and Danny takes that as his cue to land.

She's grateful for it for several reasons, the most immediate being her sudden and intense need to evacuate her stomach.

He holds her hair for her, and rubs soothing circles on her back.

"It's okay," he says softly. "You're safe. You're okay. You made it out. You're out, and free, and you managed to keep it together until you were safe. You did great, you're safe now."

She wants to be angry, being talked at like some kind of baby, but she can't bring herself to feel anything but relief as she flexes her powers to put distance between herself and the...and what was left of last night's dinner.

She could put distance between herself and "Danny" too if she only twisted a bit to break the contact and get enough space between them to work with.

Except.

This "guy" could actually be an Endbringer.

She hopes he's not doesn't think he's an Endbringer, but she will treat him with every ounce of caution she has until proven otherwise. And as a cape, as a hero, that means she needs to be certain before she goes...letting him into civilization to maybe hurt people.

(The fact that helping discover a fourth Endbringer before it brings a horrible disaster might help her avoid getting in trouble now that they definitely knows she's missing is irrelevant. Mostly).

aaaaand idk how to really take the scene from here and I'm tired so : New Perspective time

***

Back in Brockton Bay, Vista's parents reported her missing the second she wasn't in bed when they woke up.

As a Ward, there is no "wait time before you can be considered missing," so the PRT get people to searching immediately.

It takes a day and a half to find the strange blur on a camera that makes them suspect she snuck into the Endbringer battle, and footage from the staging area proved them right.

There's a mixed sentiment of "she's not dead until we find a body" and "she's totally dead and there might not even be a body left to find." Which opens up room for all sorts of interpersonal drama.

Her parents are already grieving hard - both of them are in the "our poor baby is dead *sobbing*" camp.

Quite the opposite to the usual outcome, the death of their child is what makes them mend their relationship. Because she always hated their fights and how they never seemed to get along anymore and maybe if they'd tried a little harder she wouldn't have run off.

It's their fault, they know, because she had a habit of running away from home, and she'd made it very clear that it was their faults she was leaving.

They'd dismissed it as childish tantrums.

They'd take her as seriously as she wanted if she would only come back, they mourn, vowing to be better towards each other in her memory.

So that'll be an interesting thing to come back to.

DP X DC Prompt

Danny gets summoned by a cult.

again.

Unfortunately, this time they tried to give him a sacrifice in the form of a small child.

Fortunately, the kid is still alive at that point in the summoning since the cult was operating under the assumption that he wanted to eat them alive or something (which. gross! but useful for him at least).

They make it out of the area that the summoning took place in pretty easily, but now they have to do a cross country trip in order to get the kid back to their family while trying not to draw the cults attention (which they already did once after attempting to contact the kid's guardian in a nearby town)

in the meantime though, this kid is acting pretty sketchy...

aka the cult accidentally (or even purposefully) used a kid that's related to a cape in one fashion or another and now said child is on a cross-country trip with a being of unknown ethics and abilities.

who are they and what do they do?

[vanillahub]

16-18 on the salt meme (sorry mobile)

@corruptedforce

Lets get some NaCl-y on Munday! [Accepting]

16. How much does it take for you to get angry/upset? How long does it usually last?

// I'd say it is not easy to get me genuinely angry with someone. Being upset or disappointed with someone however, is a whole different thing. But overall, you really have to be looking, to push me to react that way, to make me feel in those ways.

Unfortunately, as a result, it takes quite awhile for me to get over a situation that left me like that. Of course, it all depends on what happened and the severity of it. But it is not uncommon for me to still feel hurt about something, even after years have passed from the fact. Things used to be a lot worse for me, many years ago. I've been learning to just let go of things, and not let my emotions to be eating me out from the inside.

To sum it up: It's hard to get me genuinely upset with someone, but when it happens, it'll leave an impression on me.

17. Something that you find unforgivable?

// Hipocrisy is something I've grown to loathe, over the past few years. And it seems like as the years go on, we only get progressively worse in this regard. I'll obviously limit the discussion to fandoms, bc this is what I'm here for, as well as so it get out of hand.

But I'm genuinely tired of seeing blatant and rampant hipocrisy, at almost every turn I take. All bc some chronically online folks, are always trying to stand on a moral pedestal 24/7, and they want to make it everyone else's problems. Clearly, I'm way too much of a "freak" to deal with these grass-deprived individuals.

I'm here to enjoy my favorite series with my friends, and a small circle of folks. I've grown tired and way too burned by seeing, people's public meltdowns and temper tantrums, because their parents failed to teach them basic manners and how to deal with frustration. Y'all have the level of maturity of an spoiled rotten infant.

18. Have you ever felt like something off about someone?

// OHOHO YES MANY TIMES

and it has saved me, SO MANY TIMES from trouble. This isn't something new, I've been trusting my gut instinct to pretty much anything. And for the most part, it has saved me from dealing with so much BS, across all the RPCs I've been in.

And in most cases, sb hadn't even done anything to me in the first place. I just didn't vibe with them, and I simple opted to keep my distance from them. And I'm shocked to see how some folks, never took that well.

[meowzfordayz]

slow eater

Author’s Note: this is SO LONG. 😅 Idea for this came to me while eating brunch today bc HeLp my appetite and eating speed are small and slow and laughable. Also… HeLp again bc there are so many Hashira ?? 😭

slow eater

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~2,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content, mild violence, traumatic references

~faqs~

Gyomei’s a sweetheart With excellent time management Plans his meals to line up with either the beginning or end of yours —He initially approached you, very respectfully, with a proposal for mealtimes “Would you prefer to have my company for the first or last hour of your meals?” You almost teasingly responded, “Neither.” But you figured he would cry before he could recognize your playful tone So you opted for, “Whichever is most convenient for you” It’s helpful when he joins you at the beginning Because you miss him as soon as he’s gone And eat hurriedly to be able to go find him But you love when he joins you at the end You’ve generally resigned yourself to foods naturally eaten at room temperature Dumplings don’t stay hot Ice cream melts to soup And you wish you could enjoy a full cup of tea that actually scalds your tongue But, alas You can’t Anyway When he joins you at the end He’ll often bring a warm addition for your meal A flaky pastry Or a tiny bowl of ramen broth Bite sized Gulp sized —You don’t talk much over meals Don’t talk with your mouth full? More like can’t talk with your mouth full. More talking = less eating, and less eating = more time wasted Okay, okay not wasted But like, people have things to do, places to be, things to see And Gyomei isn’t just “people” He’s a Hashira! So like Things to do, places to be, things to see x 1 million Your unspoken compromise is he doesn’t eat with you very much So when he does He, his time, his energy, his focus It’s all yours Only yours But you still don’t talk much over meals Because when you first started eating together

Before he came up with his proposal; before your unspoken compromise

There were multiple occasions where you finished lunch… And then it was time for dinner

You snooze, you lose He doesn’t wait for you —Ever That being said, he does check in on you Typically you take 2-3 hours If you take less, then he worries If you take more, then he worries Which is why he checks in on you When you eat faster than anticipated, he swoops in and hassles you “Are you feeling okay?” “Did you forget to eat yesterday?” “Did you like that meal?” he’s already memorized the recipe, just in case And when you eat slower? You’ve either fallen asleep Or are plaintively pushing the lingering tidbits of your meal around “Did I give you too much?” He has yet to stumble upon the perfect [y/n] serving size “Does it taste awful?” One time he mixed up salt and sugar “What’s going on?” This question he’ll ask quietly His trademark strictness mellowed by genuine concern Sometimes it’s something silly “I lost track of time winning an argument against Tomioka-san” … in your head, that is But other times, it’s serious He’ll stare hyper focused on the tears shimmering in your eyes And spring into action Food? Saved for later Dishes? Cleared You? In his arms, breathing shakily “I’m here,” he’ll rub your hip in gentle circles “I’m here…” he’ll murmur into your shoulder And gradually, you tell him Sometimes it’s waking up with the weight of death clinging to your shadow Other times it’s struggling to get through the day without thinking, without missing, past companions He understands All Too Well (Taylor’s Version) He listens He knows Harshness has no place when it comes to matters of your heart

Sit down meals? —Nah Mitsuri insists on feeding you on the go You feel childish walking around beside her as she carries “[y/n]-chan’s splendid lunchbox!” But she’s quick to shush you “I can’t sit and eat from daybreak to day’s end,” she reminds you fondly “Yet I selfishly want you with me,” you blush at her forwardness “So let me be with you!” You acquiesce Not that you have much of a choice You’re totally enamored And like, totally aware that your slow eating isn’t her fault It’s merely a symptom/side effect/unfortunate reality of loving you Which means [y/n]-chan’s splendid lunchbox? —Becomes a known entity Gyomei sniffles the first time he spies Mitsuri feeding you, “So cute. So considerate!” Obanai snorts, “I guess that’s one solution.” Shinobu asks Mitsuri where she got the lunchbox, “Perhaps we could supply the corps with them? They seem much more effective than bundles and wraps.” Mitsuri’s glare is unexpected This splendid lunchbox is [y/n]-chan’s! Shinobu doesn’t ask again Kyojuro laughs heartily in approval, “Splendid indeed!” While Sanemi makes gagging noises, “Pathetic.” Mitsuri leaves a warranted bruise on his shoulder for that Muichiro doesn’t quite get it, but nods regardless And Giyuu hardly quirks an eyebrow, gesturing indifferently, “How nice of you.” “You call that a FLASHY lunchbox?” Tengen exclaims You don’t care how confident that man is You take one glance at Mitsuri Clutching your splendid lunchbox embarrassedly And you stomp over to Mr. Flashy-Flamboyant-Obnoxious-Hunk-of-Man “Uzui. Tengen. My lunchbox is flashier than any gift you could ever dream of giving. That lunchbox? Is Kanroji-sama’s affection, compassion, and generosity all in one,” you exhale menacingly, “And you WILL apologize”. Mitsuri squeaks Tengen squeaks You saunter back to Mitsuri and gently pat her cheek “Mitsuri-san? I’m hungry.” Wordlessly, blushing rose from the tips of her toes to the tip of her nose, she opens your splendid lunchbox and feeds you some leftover fried unagi

She’s super smart Extremely intelligent Figured out how to circumvent your slow eating from day 1 How? Lots of SMALL meals Breakfast, lunch, and dinner aren’t a thing with you Nope, nope, nope With you it’s: —good morning munch —2 hours later snack —midday assortment —2 hours later hanger soothe —dinner tasting menu —before bedtime last call Alternatively, imagine all the meals the hobbits from LOTR eat; i.e. second breakfast She doesn’t care how you eat when she’s not around But she lovingly refuses to attempt any semblance of a proper meal when you’re together And tbh, you’ve completely switched to the small meals model Because suddenly, you’ve found yourself with so much more TIME Time to wash laundry after dinner before bed Versus having to wake up asscrack early to squeeze it in before breakfast Time to fit in an extra sparring round before lunch Versus bowing out early because you know if you don’t start eating lunch soon, then your day’s plan is screwed Hmm Maybe you’ll use some of your newfound time to handmake Shinobu something for her birthday… After all, she’s the reason you even have the time!

Doesn’t faze him Really he doesn’t mind Mostly because: if you’re eating, then he’s eating Proportions don’t exist He thinks he’s super sneaky He’s not He’s super thoughtful though! Decided long ago when he realized you take basically forever to never leave you alone Cafe, restaurant, food stall, your place, his place, anyone’s place Wherever He stops when you stop Doesn’t want you to fixate on how much time has passed Just wants you to feel at ease  And full And satisfied —In fact He’d love to eat with you a lot more than he does But eating with you is, ngl, expensive ?? Because like, he eats for as long as you eat And he eats p fast So that’s A LOT of food And yeah, he’s a Hashira Unlimited salary But he doesn’t like to think of himself as a glutton Absolutely not Kyojuro’s a gentleman fo shizzle Waiting ever so kindly for you Umai! P.S. The one time he rushed you resulted in a lot of burping and moaning about not feeling well Never again He’d rather grow a few grey hairs than hear any hint of discomfort in your voice

You’re so so so speedy when it comes to Everything else? So Sanemi was in for a rude awakening when he finally ate one-on-one with you Like All the previous times he thought he wanted to strangle you? Those were simply… A result of his simmering, growing, uncomfortably undeniable love for you  He’s acknowledged and addressed and yada yada that love since then Believed he was good to go No more strangulation impulses

Correction: now they’re purely sexual But FOR FUCK’S SAKE —How does he tell you he never wants to eat with you one-on-one again without breaking your stupid heart and feeling like an idiot dickhead? “Why do ya eat normally with everyone else?”  Might as well start somewhere “What?” you’re not offended Just, confused Sanemi is the opposite of a small talk person ?? I am not an asshole. This is a reasonable question to ask. I am not an asshole. I am not an… “You eat normally with everyone else, and then we sit down to eat, just the two of us, and ya eat slower than someone without any fucking teeth.” Deer in headlights You’re even more confused, and also now a little offended “You’re the crankiest, most restless man, since like, cranky and restless came into being, so I don’t think your opinion counts,” you snap He’s seething “AT LEAST I WON’T DIE FROM OLD AGE WITHOUT EVEN FINISHING MY BOWL OF UDON.” —You’re unimpressed “Nemi.” Phew. If they’re using my nickname, then they can’t be too pissed… “You’re going to scream in pain when I stab your eyeballs out with my chopsticks because apparently I can’t even eat in peace without riling you up.” You smile pleasantly “But I certainly won’t kill you, because then who would stay with me while I eat?” Sanemi’s very proud of how his hands don’t move even slightly toward your neck “Compromise.” You gasp in feigned delight, “Are you asking me to define that word for you, or are you using it?” He snarls, “Compromise.” “What’s your compromise, Nemi?” “I will eat with you, just us, from time to time. But I get to choose when, where, and what.” “Not good enough Nemi,” you singsong … He carefully tackles you in an instant You’re stuck with your back on his chest His legs pinning yours to the ground Arms locking your wiggling torso in place “My last meal before a mission, and my first meal after, are yours.” But. That. Is. It. “Are you going to tickle me?” you huff “Do you accept my terms and conditions, bitch?” he huffs back “You love me?” you whisper His arms loosen, hands slipping familiarly under your waistband, fingernails grazing delicately along your hips “You’re dumb for having to ask.” You giggle “Do you accept my terms and conditions?” he presses his thumb demandingly into the softness of your inner thigh “Only if you eat with me now,” you mutter cheekily, “It’s almost dinnertime.” All he hears is “Only if you eat me out.”

He’d forget why y’all were even there if your unfinished food wasn’t a constant reminder Sometimes you have the same conversation over and over again It’s actually pretty fun You’re glad you can recycle the same jokes And he doesn’t mind being asked to reheat your food Once Twice Three times? Although he does occasionally ponder why your food’s cold in the first place He forgets that you’re actually at like, the fourth place —Early dinners confuse him Because it’s light out when y’all start And out of nowhere, the moon’s shining He doesn’t mind though He always make a point to hold on to the sound of you giggling at your own jokes Even if he never remembers the jokes themselves “Why is the grass so dangerous?” he says one afternoon “Why?” your eyes widen excitedly “I was hoping you’d know the answer,” he admits sheepishly. “I only remember the first part of the joke.” You grumble good naturedly It’s not like you’d told him that joke six times over breakfast earlier seven times, it was seven “Because it’s full of blades,” you huff Full of blades! He likes that one Cause, yanno Blades Wait What’s full of blades?

Giyuu’s straightforward “You’re a slow eater.” He’s not unkind Just matter of factly Thing is You endear him He loves how you poke at your meals Not in distaste Just in an entirely unbothered manner How you get sidetracked rambling on and on Tangenting from here to there Spiraling into who knows what He’s tracked your train of thought before Pineapple to ceramics to shoes, then elbows, cats, and snow He could pretend to make sense of you But like You definitely don’t make sense He probably shouldn’t let you prattle on as much as he does But he’s just so hopeless He surrenders countless hours to your musings and wonderments Sometimes, after eating with you, he feels like he’s returning from a fever dream Wtf If it were anyone else, he’d feel overwhelmed Frankly, you do overwhelm him But if your mind is a fever dream Then he never wants to wake up Giyuu isn’t the chattiest of men And you chat enough for the both of you He appreciates that immensely Eating with you Is when he feels the least pressured No pressure to say something Meaningful Powerful Eloquent You just present question after question And half the time he doesn’t even get around to answering Because then you’re mumbling about squid and blue glass and the scent of cotton To clarify He feels heard Like When he’s in a bad mood You pick up on it immediately And gently coax him into saying Whatever’s troubling him Somehow, you provide precisely what he needs Nothing more Nothing less Only you could obliviously talk and talk and maintain his utmost attention Only you could unwittingly create the right size, shape, and amount of space For him to feel —Safe

You whine when you’re left to your own devices So he’s started doing his nightly training in the kitchen Or enlists Hina, Makio, and Suma to save him from having to watch you painstakingly eat another singular grain of rice —Your eating is truly the least flamboyant event he’s ever had to experience And he experiences it far too frequently Unfortunately, nightly training in the kitchen may not be the greatest solution anymore You tend to get distracted horny “Tennngen-saaama! I keep dropping my riiice!” And then “How about you come feed me?” He’s down bad for how exaggeratedly you bat your eyelashes don’t worry; his cock is definitely up; no issues there He feels badly for all the food waste he knows he’s responsible for his cock has no regrets —When Hina’s with you she cleans up the kitchen Heck, she can usually get through the entire cycle of washing, drying, and putting away the evening’s dishes And then organizes the junk drawer Keeps her busy, at least Actually sitting across from you while you eat rice is definitely cruel and unusual punishment Best to keep busy —Makio’s an expert at goading you into eating faster She doesn’t have the patience to coddle you “For fuck’s sake [y/n].” “Do you have any idea how infuriating this is?” “Every meal. Hours and hours and hours.” You feel terribly — you know you’re slow asf Makio’s conscience falters at your guilt ridden expression But it’s worth it She gets herself you out of the kitchen faster than anyone else —Suma lowkey loves being put on prevent-[y/n]-from-whining duty You see, she’s an avid reader Well If she had enough time to read, then she would be So getting “stuck” in the kitchen with you just means she gets to read Aloud To you It’s adorable Highkey everyone, Tengen, Hina, and Makio, loves when Suma’s on duty You? Not so much She chooses the corniest, repetitive stories But ugh. Oh well Sometimes you purposely eat even slower with Suma You may dislike her taste in stories But she’s precious And she deserves to get her reading in

[i-want-my-iwtv]

Hi Anon,

I've been in the Vampire Chronicles fandom for a long time, and I would say that one of the reasons I love these books is that they show hope in the darkest times, characters striving to overcome adversity even when they get beaten down repeatedly... there's wealth porn, purple prose, declarations of love, and Yes, there are problematic elements. I think the TV series is exploring some interesting facets of problematic issues in ways that the books do not.

Just bc you like a book series or its tv series doesn't mean you endorse/promote/support those problematic things in real life. There are parts of VC I don't like, there are characters I don't have interest in, and that's fine. You can pick and choose! This could be a good thing to bring you and your crush closer together; fiction is a safe place to explore difficult things, it's only ink on paper. Maybe you can help this person begin to unpack their feelings about some of these things, or just listen and show support for them. "The members experience love within the cult and they lose friends and in some cases family members upon leaving or being excluded from the cult." Ppl leave their anti/cult circles when they feel that they have a safe place, support, and encouragement from non-anti ppl who care about them, and have been so grateful that someone was willing to risk fights for trying to help the anti leave that mentality and go towards a better mindset.

This looks like a good resource to start with: How to get someone out of a cult – and what happens afterwards

I hope that your crush can see the positive aspects in these characters/stories, and you know... you can treat canon like a buffet, too, you don't have to accept all of it as canon. If all you like is the dog character Mojo from Tale of the Body Thief, that's fine, too! There used to be a blog dedicated just to Mojo.

You can check out my tag #Free VC Advertising, here's one post from there by @littlewifeywife-blog [X]. Also try #i love these kinds of stories, to see posts from ppl who show their appreciation for VC.

(The message below was written in 2016, keep in mind that fandom has evolved since then, and we were not in the habit of making a lot of disclaimers at that time, but of course, everyone's experience is different, and take every person's opinion with a grain of salt!)

So I’m re-reading the Vampire Chronicles, and discovering all over again that I love the way Anne Rice depicts sexuality, attraction, and affection in her books, not just among vampires, but among humans as well. People in platonic relationships never hesitate to say that they love each other, to show affection, to kiss. Sexual orientation doesn’t seem to exist, really, especially with the undead. It seems that a century or two of immortality has rendered most of them indifferent in regards to gender. I love the repeated narrative of “I hate you, but I haven’t seen you in a really long time, and I missed hating you in person, so come here and let me hug you and tell you how beautiful you are.” There is something very poignant in the way that they treasure the familiar. Consent is super important in sexual situations in her books, and in simple social situations, and in regards to the giving and receiving of blood. It’s recognized that people who have been made vampires without their consent are victims of trauma, even if they are men.

let me pour out my tortured soul for a minute. the girl im in love with is an anti. its for the same reason i was an anti when i was younger: sexually themed ocd. i understand every fiber of the reason why she is the way that she is, why she believes what she believes. hell, i believed the same things for the same reason when we first met. but im unlearning and healing and shes just not and im afraid! im afraid because i publicly love the vampire chronicles (the show, but also the books which are Majorly "problematic" media) and im afraid shes going to learn about the more "problematic" elements of these books and hate me forever. it would break my heart. i dont know what to do. i have no fucking idea what to do...

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[filipofmounthonora]

tara 💗 bc we both love it 🥰 you can either write smth wholesome or maybe emotional?(like that jaric/j and s scene kinda) but yea I’d be happy either way :]

:] tara my best childhood friends tara 🥰 not offering any explanation to other people about why certain people arent dead but <3 also you get script form to shake things up

send me a pairing and/or prompt idea and i'll write something about it! <3

The Woods are often dark, deep, and cold, but for now, sitting around a cozy campfire, the Avalon Quartet let themselves forget it. TEDROS and CHADDICK sit side-by-side on a mossy log. Across the dividing campfire, YARA perches on a large boulder, and ARIC, eyeing the Woods behind them and the stick he's whittling down, uses her as a backrest. A freshly-caught rabbit roasts on the spit; several more are skinned and and salted in cloth for the journey.

TEDROS: (prodded by Chaddick) I can't believe you caught them all bare-handed. Never seen you move so quick, even in Swordplay.

YARA: (bashful) Well, there wasn't much for a kid to do in Avalon. I spent most of my time scrambling after snow foxes and (gesturing at the fire) rabbits. Once I chased a Frostplains tern right off the parapet! I dropped right into Lady Nimue.

She chuckles at the memory, rolling up her pant leg to show off a faded scar. It runs up along the bone.

YARA: We're both pretty lucky she's made of water. (no time to process) My dad taught me to play the lyre while I was stuck in bed, so I lured that tern back in with a ballad I wrote and—

ARIC: Isn't it bad luck to kill a Frostplain tern?

YARA: Albatrosses—it taught me bird calls, Aric, don't be absurd! But now I speak some cormorant, king eider, and a bit of white-tailed eagle.

Chaddick nods solemnly, pieces slotting together, dots connecting.

CHADDICK: That's why all the squawking in the School for Girl.

YARA: (laughs, imitation of a goose) I was just a lot more shy. Believe me, if I could've gotten away with never speaking anywhere else, none of you would know what I sounded like. Except for Ted, of course. (beat) Storian's Point, it feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?

Tedros grins.

TEDROS: Back then I could actually win matches. Now you just keep dodging all my jabs—it's really unfair.

YARA: (teasing) Well, it's not my fault my teacher's one of the best Knights in the Woods.

CHADDICK: (idea sparking) And is he one of the best dancers, too? (off Tedros' curiosity) You should've seen her performance at graduation; half the Class couldn't pick their jaws off the floor.

YARA: (waving him off) It was a group—there were other girls there, too, you know! It wasn't all about me...

But she blushes red from the compliment, and even brighter from the impressed look Tedros gives her.

TEDROS: I'm sorry to have missed it.

YARA: Oh, well... (off Chaddick's Pointed Stare) Maybe I could show off a few steps—

She stands up, dusts herself, counts off the beat in her head—and throws herself into a whirling, enthusiastic jig, her movements snappy yet graceful, effortlessly stunning as she skips circles around the fire. With a complicated flourish, Yara concludes to a standing (or lounging, in Aric's case) ovation from Chaddick and a particularly flustered Tedros. She takes a giddy bow.

TEDROS: That was... (uncharacteristically meek) You're really good.

YARA: It's easier than it looks! Especially when you have the music to keep you in time—(gasping) Aric!

Aric twists his head back warily. He's got an inkling of her coming request, and he isn't that obliging. Yet.

YARA: You know the song, right? It's—oh, I forget the name—the one that goes...

She starts humming the opening bars of a Foxwood folk tune. Aric nods reluctantly, finishing the rest of the line.

YARA: Could you play it for us? Please?

CHADDICK: (mock stern) You heard the lady. Otherwise we're tying you to Tedros for the rest of the trip.

Ignoring Tedros' cry of protest, Aric eyes the other two for a long while. Then, with a belaboured sigh, he rummages through his cape for his mandolin.

ARIC: (not a promise) One song. Then I sleep.

Yara cheers, hopping up and down, and Chaddick ruffles Aric's hair before slouching down beside him. As Aric picks out the melody at half-speed, Yara takes both of Tedros' hands.

TEDROS: Wait, what are we doing?

YARA: I'm teaching you! First off: can you feel the pulse? One-and, two-and; one-and, two—(Tedros starts counting) you got it! Now you kick—not me! You kick here; and in-between we step like this—

Tedros awkwardly picks it up, gaining confidence as Yara guides him around slowly—but not enough to let go of her.

YARA: Got the rhythm now? Then we can go faster. Aric—!

She didn't need to remind him; the tempo speeds up to something upbeat, getting Chaddick to clap along. He heckles when Tedros stumbles, but Yara just laughs and soon Tedros is too. All the while the music gets faster and faster, and Tedros doesn't mind that he forgets how the footwork goes, because Yara's fingers are enlaced with his, and her smile glows brighter than the flames, and when a stray kick collides with his shin, toppling them breathless and giggling onto the dirt... Tedros doesn't mind that either.

ARIC: Another song!

He immediately launches into a Foxwood love ballad.

[httyd-grimmelsgirl]

I take everything I read about the INTP type with a grain of salt...

...bc I don't know if it's Grimmel's actual personality, but everything I have read so far fits perfectly with what we see in the he movie.

His work habits line up with the INTP's. They aren't inferior nor superior to anyone, and don't necessarily look for others approval, but improve based on their own high standards. And work for them should be what they like, and something that can really push their limits. Also, they are able to notice small details that no one else does due to they're analytic nature, which I think is a proper explanation for why he was able to hunt all Night Furies and know things like Furies find one mate they stay with for life. His personality type is outgoing and confident. They do regret mistakes when made due to their high standard for themselves, but are able to identify what went wrong and bounce back quickly.

The way he goes about regular life like not needing a wide circle of friends to be happy and usually occupying himself with stuff that makes him happy. This seemed pretty accurate, sense several fans believe he is "conservative" (I might post that conversation later). He doesn't seem to socialize as though he is close to anyone, but he is still enthusiastic to meet new people and can comfortably integrate into any situation, seen in his introduction scene. Grimmel respects other intelligent people, for example he says Hiccup's sword impressed him, and doesn't treats the warlords like inferiors. However, he does get important when others don't keep up with him.

His social skills are... okay. It's not a strength of the INTP to pick up on social ques or even moderate their behavior to please others, but they aren't terrible at it, and can adapt. INTP's have little interest in controlling others, as they themselves are free spirited, and in the case of parenting, even if they don't get the way that kids act, they still know that their children have a lot to learn before being just as logical as them. They also enjoy teaching courious people what they need to know, as INTP's themselves are courious.

[iamanartichoke]

Natalie Holt implying that Loki slept with Sif before cutting off her hair honestly makes my blood boil. The first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character that was an outcast in Asgard, and a scapegoat in his family. Everything now just seems like Marvel trying to take all of that away. So many people are saying, "Well, now I know why Sif doesn't like him, lol!" And that is exactly as intended. We are supposed to see Loki as an ass and everyone else as a saint for putting up with him. :(

I'm just really baffled at how it's either a) supposed to make sense, or b) explain anything about their dynamic?

Like, okay, let's assume that they do hate each other bc they slept together. Why would that be? Even if you catch feelings and get rejected, that's not really justification to hate someone. Ideally you'd just go your own separate ways but since Loki and Sif shared a social circle, that probably wasn't an option, in which case the next best thing is to just be civil while you move on/get over the feelings. No hatred necessary, and certainly not for centuries.

I don't believe that either of them is stubborn enough to harbor a grudge over being rejected. Sif bc I wouldn't believe that she caught feelings for Loki anyway, and Loki bc while he would certainly be hurt, and his pride would be wounded, I just don't see him holding onto that for longer than it would take for him to move past it.

And where is the hair-cutting supposed to come in? Are we implying here that Loki is so childish and petty that he cut off Sif's hair in retaliation for her not returning his feelings? (Seeing it written down like that, I am guessing this is exactly the implication, bc of course it is, smh.) Was he 12 when they fucked, or ??

So here's the thing, though. You pointed out that the first Thor movie showed us a sympathetic character who was an outcast and a scapegoat but no, actually, it didn't. Thor 1 showed us a jealous, vindictive loner turned villain. That's the problem - the MCU isn't taking anything away as much as they're trying to re-establish the characterization they intended for him to have all along.

Thor 1 left things out that would provide more context to Loki's motivations. Thor 1 actively deleted scenes that showed Loki as sympathetic. Thor 1 set up a "good brother vs evil brother" black-and-white dichotomy between Thor and Loki, in which the narrative and the supporting characters all behaved as though Loki was innately the evil brother and there wasn't even a question about that. Thor 1 was Thor's movie, and while I obviously have no problem with that, it being Thor's movie means that to a lot of the audience, Loki was never going to be perceived as sympathetic. In order to make Thor the hero of his story, Loki has to be the villain and most people just accept that at face-value.

Is Loki sympathetic? Yes. Was he an outcast in his society and a scapegoat in his family? Yes. Was he evil at heart? No. Did he do bad things? Yes. Did he intend for them to turn out as terribly as they did? No. Etc.

These are all things that a lot of us know because we've taken the time to know them. One needs to be interested/invested enough in Loki to make the effort of interpreting his motivations and his characterization but, that said, having a vested enough interest in Loki to be an active fan doesn't necessarily mean interpreting him sympathetically. There's this weird divide and things that seem obvious in hindsight, such as Loki's sympathy as a character or the nuances of what he was really trying to achieve in Thor 1, are things that a lot of the audience + his fandom either don't pick up on or don't care to see.

There's a reason 2011-13 Loki isn't as popular as Ragnarok Loki. There's a reason there are so. many. posts. in this fandom that start off with "I love Loki, but -" and then proceed to drag him. There's a reason why a lot of his fans are like "lol I mean he did murder all those people though?" or why the "you just like Loki/apologize for Loki bc you want to fuck Tom" argument is so prevalent. There's a reason why headcanons like "Loki just fucked his way into the GM's inner circle" are treated as canon, or why nobody questions whether or not it actually made sense for Loki to randomly betray Thor right before the obedience disk scene.

The reason is that Thor 1 didn't show us who Loki really was, and because of his portrayal in that movie and in Avengers (subtext and word-of-god confirmation is clearly insufficient for the wider audience to realize that Loki wasn't acting of his own accord - no, he's just evil), there are very many fans who are just never going to see him as anything besides villainous at worst or "a fun but greasy little shit" at best, who causes trouble and does shitty things for the lulz.

"Loki cut Sif's hair for no other reason than to be a dick after they fucked" falls perfectly in line with that characterization, and the result is that you get tons of fans who are like "LOL that's SO Loki!" or "No wonder Sif hates him!" etc. And if, in 2021, ten years after Loki was introduced into the MCU, people are still coming away from his narrative arc + his own series believing that he is, or ever was, just a rotten little shit who caused trouble for the lulz? Then that is clearly the Loki that they see, that they stan, and that means whatever he means to them, and regardless of how our portion of the fandom may object and cry foul, there's honestly just nothing we can do about it.

So, I mean, there we are. People can feel however they want about Loki. It is what it is. And I think I'm just tired of getting upset about it. Re Loki/Sif, I will share my opinion that it's a trash headcanon and laugh at it, but I'm tired of allowing myself to get genuinely upset about how other people perceive this character, especially when there's nothing I can do about it and the only person who ends up suffering is me when my mental health spirals downward (bc I care way too much about fiction and I have no problem admitting it).

I didn't intend for this to be so long, and obviously this is not any kind of rebuttal against you or your ask personally, anon. It just gave me an opportunity to put into words what I've been feeling for quite awhile. It is what it is.

I also feel it's worth mentioning, again, that I think Natalie's soundtrack is absolute fire and I have nothing but respect for her as the composer in this series, but I do not think that earns her any merit in how she perceives these characters. Loki/Sif is her headcanon, and she also said that Loki looks at Sylvie the way he looks at his mother, which is like, and how do you think he's looking at his mother, Nat? Cause uh. I don't think they are the same. I know most people won't agree, but I feel like her words need to be taken with a grain of salt and not accepted as canon based on nothing more than her position of being someone who worked on the show.

I should put this behind a cut, but meh. Also, I know a lot of people reblogged/added onto my Loki/Sif post from last night and I was going to engage but I just don't have time, so please accept this as my general response + stance on the entire clusterfuck.

[starglow-xx]

having your period

tanizaki junichiro x f!reader

fandom: bungou stray dogs 

content: fluff

warning?: im not sure if this is a trigger, but mentions of wanting to “rip out your uterus” - if this is too sensitive, comment or message me and i’ll remove it from the head canons, and uh suggestive content?? sorta?? no sure but marking it as a warning anyways

type of work: head canons

synopsis: being a female is especially hard at a certain time of the month, but he will always take care of you

author’s note: he’s so underrated and there’s a lack of content for him so if i have to single handedly write everything for him i will

and im on my period and my stomach hurts so here you can have this

also, in these hcs, naomi lives on her own in the dorms :)

okay so he has a sister so you think he’d know what he’s doing right?

well sort of

like he does know what to do, it’s just that he’ll probably panic bit first

come on

the girl he loves is in pain and he doesn’t know why

he’d see you all bundled in blankets in pain and panic and then he’d just be like oh

it’d click and then he’d relax a little

but then in his head, he’d be like “oh no now you’re crying where are tHE TISSUES—”

with all the shit he’s gone through working for the agency i feel like fukuzawa would let him take a day off or two cause he’s just that kind of guy yk

and seeing as junichiro is one of yosano’s more uh frequent patients, he probably would

tanizaki does the same sweet things every single time, but depending on how you’re feeling, the order changes

with his day off he’d just be your personal servant basically

he’d cook for you, he’d clean up your shared apartment, he’ll do the laundry, etc. just so that you wouldn’t have to get up

if your emotions are all over the place he’d listen no matter how mad, sad, or ridiculous you’re being at the moment

you’re sad and crying over smth? he’ll find the tissues and leave soft kisses all over your face bc “please don’t be sad, im here for you”

god he’s so cute

if you’re mad and need someone to listen to your rants? he’s right there with an pillow nearby just in case you need to hit something

you just had a crazy idea and want to do it? he’ll be like “okay sure, but not right now, you’re pain” while internally hoping you don’t remember the next day

if your pain level at the moment is “please just rip out my uterus” (i quote my best friend),  then he’d just stay and cuddle in bed with you holding you close to him

every time you’d whimper, he’d hold you tighter whispering comforting words while rubbing soft circles underneath your shirt on your lower abdomen

he just makes the pain so much more bearable

who needs a heating pad when you have your angel of a boyfriend with you?

but if you’d still like the heating pad, he’d still get it for you :)

eventually, you’d drift off to sleep mumbling or whispering to him that you love him

it never fails to make a goofy grin and light blush appear on his face

once he’s sure you’re asleep, he’ll ever so gently get out of bed then arranges all the pillows and blankets the best and comfiest way possible all while making sure you don’t wake up

he’d kiss your forehead then goes out to buy you your favorite flowers and chocolate as well as your favorite takeout for whatever time of day it is, whether it be time for breakfast, lunch, snack, or dinner

also gets more pain meds if you need them; he’ll either buy them or go get some from naomi

after eating time, it’s bath time !!

he’ll run a warm bath for you and adds bubbles and bath salts; the nice scented kind

he’ll even dig through the closet and find that one scented candle you really  like

he’d carry you to the bathroom and help you undress and wash your hair

if you ask, he’ll get into the bath with you and you’ll each take turns washing each other’s hair

when you’re done, he’ll give you one of his shirts and sweaters to wear, dry your hair and even style it (he has experience with his sister)

he honestly just likes running his finger through your hair no matter how short or long

he’ll make pigtails, ponytails, braids, but he especially loves it when you’re wearing his hair clips

that’s both his and your go to

if it isn’t the end of the day by then, it definitely is now

so that means more cuddles !! <3

he’ll big spoon you, or you’ll be facing each other, but it doesn’t really matter because you guys switch between them

during cuddle time, the two of you would just quietly talk, or whisper loving words to one another

the occasional tickle fight would happen too

it just makes him so happy hearing you squeal and burst out in a fit of laughter

literal music to his ears

i feel like he’d be one of those guys who would say that thing that’s along the lines of “i could stop your period for nine months if you’d like” as a joke to see you get worked up bc he thinks it cute when you get flustered

i mean he is a teenage boy (he’s 18!)

what do you expect 🤷‍♀️

he’d say it when things start to get settled and quiet, so you won’t expect it

“hey (y/n)?”

“yes?”

“i could stop your period for nine months if you’d like” 

“?!”

he thinks it’s adorable when you start to stammer and cover your face with your hands

but ohoho if the tables turn, well his face is just as red as yours if not more

it can go either two ways

one, you say yes without all the flusteredness, but he doesn’t know if you’re being serious or not making him panic a bit (read: a lot)

“hey (y/n)?”

“yes?”

“i could stop your period for nine months if you’d like” 

“...okay, just don’t be too rough alright?”

“wait huh?!”

“isn’t that what you wanted?”

“i-i didn’t really mean—”

“so, you don’t wanna have a baby with me?” :(

“NO! I-I MEAN! I-I mean I do, but—”

yeah a lot of panicking but he’s still cute 😖💗

or

it would go with you still getting flustered, but you would also still say yes, making him also flustered

“hey (y/n)?”

“yes?”

“i could stop your period for nine months if you’d like”

“?! I-I y-you huh?!”

“you’re adorable”

“junichiro stop it” >:(

“sorry, i can’t help myself” >:)

“but...*mumbles*”

“what was that (y/n)? i didn’t catch that”

“err uhh, i mean, if that’s what you want, im okay with it... i’d be lying if i haven’t thought about it, but i think it’d be better to get married first don’t you think?”

“...”

“junichiro...??”

im sorry your boyfriend has short circuited

make him work again by kissing him on his nose and holding his face in your hands

actually, that might break him more, but you never know

this scenario makes him the most flustered bc a: you were acting so cute it makes his heart happy and b: ohmygod you want start a family with him and get married and—

yeah that’s how that would go

depending on how you act, you can pick how it would go if you do end up choosing to throw his words back in his face or not

overall, he’d just be the sweetest boyfriend

10000+/10 would recommend

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[themagicalmysticalboy]

You think John had bulimia? I read it somewhere but with no sources or evidence. Also that he took heroin throughout the 70’s. I thought only around 1969? What do you think?

i don’t really have a lot of knowledge on eating disorders so take what i say with a grain of salt.

after seeing that clip in Get Back of Mal saying he was going on a “diet” and when Paul asked what kind of diet he responded that he wasn’t going to eat that day, i think it wasn’t abnormal to have a very unhealthy relationship with food and weight loss then (it’s not much better now in some cases). bc no one really seemed shocked or anything by the fact Mal felt he shouldn’t eat for the day. it was crazy for me to hear Mal say that and Paul just to nod and move on with his day.

so i’m not here to diagnose anyone with anything but we do know john struggled with his body image in the mid 60s (idk how long before or after) and there wasn’t good advice or education on how to lose weight healthily in his friend circle. that leads me to thing he definitely had unhealthy ways of losing weight and “dieting”. But again, i can’t diagnose him with anything further than that.

on the drug aspect, i think he stopped doing cocaine and/or heroine around the time Yoko was pregnant with Sean but i don’t have a source for that.