#much more volitile

[madamemiz]

donchta hate it when your robotic coworkers that you had a silly crush on get trapped in the unexpected collapse of the place you used to work at, only to have a barely recognizable personality that feels both familiar and like a stranger greet you when you finally manage to get through the rubble later and find them?

idk i think it kinda sucks when that happens personally :/

bonus:

[arolesbianism]

Having a rain world oc moment. Dysfunctional family of the year award, they were so toxic that one of them found a way to kill themselves in a world where that was supposed to be physically impossible

[heian-era-housewife]

Sex, Smut, & Scuttlebutt

Lately I've seen a growing number of virgins, "new-cummers", and even seasoned sex vets voicing their concerns or frustrations with the unrealistic portrayal of sex within smut. Adult fictions are so fun to read and write and even more fun to act out in real life (with a trusted partner), but they are fiction. Quite often exaggeratedly so and in no way representative of what really goes on behind closed doors, or open (you do you babes).

Nevertheless these concerns and frustrations are real, they are valid, and they deserve to be acknowledged. And so, without further ado, I present to you the very real, very raw, and sometimes very unsexy side of sex.

(Though tbh nothing Ryomen Sukuna does could ever be categorized as 'unsexy')

Love to you all, no matter your experience 😘

Pairings | Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Higuruma, Toji, and of course Sukuna 💕

Content | mdni, smut, fem!reader x jjk men, piv, oral (both f-to-m and vice versa), pubes, blood, sex on period, first time, Toji eats a worm. It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Word Count | 3.3k

Gojo:

White Hair...Everywhere

You've been ignoring it for a while now. Well...trying to anyway. The faint tickle on the back of your tongue has grown into a sharp pinprick that jabs at your throat with each bob of your head. It's uncomfortable, it's distracting, and worst of all it is threatening to trigger your gag reflex.

Gojo gasps and whimpers, long fingers running through your hair, pulling you toward him as he edges closer to his climax. It's all you can do to focus on the task at hand when his sudden thrusts render the job impossible. You gag and sputter against the source of your irritation, eyes streaming as you pull away from his hungry cock. 

Confusion and poorly concealed dissapointment in his words of longing barely register as you wretch, two of your own fingers stuffed to the back of your throat. 

You turn to meet his eyes with yours still streaming as you reveal the cause for disruption. With your middle and index finger you pull a long, coiled, pure white hair from deep within your throat. 

"I think this belongs to you," you tease, wiping drool from your chin and flicking the stray pube his direction.

"Oof. My bad," he squirms, one hand sheepishly rubbing against his undercut. 

"Shall we resume?" You offer with a playful smile, making a show of patting away his snowy bristles before taking his twitching length back into your mouth.

"Phewww!" He whistled. "I thought for a second sexy time was over!"

"It wiw be ith you don' shu-up," you mocked, mouth full and voice muffled. You reached a hand around to give one of his ass cheeks an impish squeaze for good measure. Gojo laughed playfully before falling back into a steady rythm of whines and whimpers.

Geto:

Welcome to the Jungle

Unwaivering confidence was one of the things you loved so much about Suguru Geto. On a scale of 1-10 his sex appeal was an 11 and you were about to find out for yourself exactly why he was so damn self-assured.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but obsess over all your flaws and imperfections. Your outfits, those stretch marks, and was that =sniff, sniff= body odor?? 

But this was not the time to get lost in insecurity because you were perched pretty as a peach on his apartment sofa while Suguru stood, hastening to undo his belt, never once relinquishing that calm and cocky smile.

You gazed at him loftily, cheeks growing flushed, heart pounding in your ears. Your groin ached with longing as he stripped down to plain black boxer briefs and reached forward to help you down to bra and panties. Nerves and excitement churned in your core creating a volitile compound that set your heart ablaze. It was all too good to be real.

Finally, he guided your hands toward his own hips, placing them on the hem of his boxers, inviting you to remove his final garment.

Your brain buzzed with electric anticipation as you pulled downward, revealing that which, until this moment, you had only imagined. 

And there it was. 

And there you were.

Your buzzing brain cutting to standby as static filled your senses and every decision you'd ever made leading to this exact point in time sent you into a hurling spiral of doubt and regret.

Because Geto had shaved.

And you had not. 

Not now...not ever. Frankly, it hadn't even occured to you before. 

Insecurities came flooding in causing you to lose yourself entirely until the gentle touch of his strong hand on your pantyline dragged you forcefully back to your grim reality.

"NO!" You shrieked, pulling frantically from his reach. 

"Oh! Have I hurt you?" He asked with concern as you wished with every fibre of your being for a quick and painless death. 

"It's just...you're so pretty," you breathed, lip almost trembling as you spoke.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, cocky little smile returning to his perfect playboy face.

"And I'm...well..." you slipped off your own panties awkwardly, revealing a lush and uncut jungle, knowing you were already past the point of no return.

"You're.....?" Suguru prompted.

"I'm...you know...this!" You gestured to your unkempt garden.

"You're...female?" He finished, confused.

"NO!" He was missing the point. "I'm a gross unshaven mess! And you're...what? The centerfold of next month's Playgirl?"

Geto laughed, much louder than you expected, snorting as he did so. "That's what you're worried about??"

"That and a million other things...yeah!" You sulked, tears brimming your lashes as you slumped, defeated against the sofa.

"Come here," he said, pulling you close, forgetting entirely about his unclothed state. "I think you're sexy just the way you are. And, if I'm being honest, shaving is a real pain in the ass anyway."

Giggling to yourself, you watched as his impressive length grew soft and diminished as his arousal shifted to concern for you. 

"Hey!" He objected, throwing a pillow over his lap. "He was just worried about you, give him a minute," he teased.

Both of you laughed as you snuggled on the couch together, sharing doubts and insecurities, reassuring one another, and settling in for a long night. One full of love making that was sure to be genuine, sometimes awkward, but far better than any magazine.

Nanami:

Corporate Cock Block

Nanami was pent up. Not only had he been called on a particularly large number of missions this week, he'd been forced into overtime nearly every day. Now that he was home, he was desperately looking forward to nothing more than dissolving in your arms and seeing where the night might take you both.

Needless to say, he was more than thrilled when you suggested skipping dinner and going straight for dessert. That's right. You were pretty pent up yourself. And who was he to deny his pretty and incredibly patient wife what she needed?

"Thank you-hah-for being so-mhh-understanding this-hahhh-week", he breathed through passionate kisses, slipping off his suspenders and tossing his goggles to the side.

Movements punctuated by more steamy kisses, you helped him take off his tie and belt while he worked his fingers up and under your shirt to skillfully unsnap your bra.

He backed you down the hall and together you fell onto the bed, both panting in excitement as clothing fell hastily to the floor.

Just then, the phone rang. His phone. Illuminated harshly against the evening's fading light revealing none other than Satoru Gojo as the caller. Nanami went rigid.

"Hun," you said softly, "it's okay if you need to-"

"No." He asserted, cutting you off. "He's had enough of my time. I'm off the clock and I'm spending this evening with my wife."

The seriousness in his tone was all you needed to know it was case closed, so as he let it go to voicemail, the two of you resumed your game of lips and hands.

Time passed, Nanami was absolutely aching for you, and you were practically trembling in anticipation. As he lined himself up, you closed your eyes ready to melt at the feeling of him entering your throbbing core. And that's when it happened. Again. The name "Satoru Gojo" shone through the darkness as Nanami's phone lit up your room.

"I'm going to kill him," Nanami said calmly, head hanging in frustration as he imagined all the ways he could cleave his obnoxious coworker in a perfect 7:3 ratio.

"Kento..." you whispered, bringing him back to reality. "I really don't mind if you need to-"

"Absolutely not! This is our time. You and me."

"But what if he needs-"

"There is nothing he could need from me that is more important than what's right in front of me," voice dripping with sincerity.

"I love you, Ken."

"I love you too. Truly," he replied. "Shall we?"

Picking up where you left off, he gave himself a few quick strokes before plunging deep into your core. Tension and relief unraveling as he worked his strong hips passionately between your shaking legs.

***

As the love making continued, a new tension was building within both of you and Nanami could feel himself reaching his climax, breaths coming sharp and shallow as he felt his nearing release.

"Im so close," He breathed.

"Me too, baby," you gasped.

And then...

=RINGGGGGG=

Nanami cracked.

Snapping up his phone while pounding the ever-loving life out of you, you heard his voice loud and hostile as he snarled into the speaker.

"Satoru Gojo, so help me God I have half a mind to cut you down where you stand. Do you know how long I've waited to FUCK my WIFE?! How many nights this week I had to give up SEX with HER just to follow your sorry ass around chasing curses and cleaning up the FILTH of this city?! I was about to give her one SPECIAL GRADE, MIND-BLOWING ORGASM before you-" he stopped thrusting, blood draining from his face, feral sneer dropping into a hollowed out look of utter humilation.

"Principal Yaga I- of course, sir, I'm so sorry...Yes..yes..right away. I understand. Again, I'm so- no of course not. I appreciate your discretion...I'll see you soon...bye."

Your eyes widened in horror as you listened to his conversation, unsure which end was worse.

"I..uh...I have to go. I'm needed at the school," he muttered sheepishly, unable to meet your shocked gaze.

"Yeah, I gathered that," you said with a nervous laugh.

You helped him get dressed, giving him a tight hug and wiping the beading sweat off his brow as he stumbled back out the door.

"Kento!" You called as he headed in the direction of the school. He turned to look at you, defeat written in his tired features. "Come home safe, okay?"

"Of course, love," he rasped, weakly.

"You still owe me that 'special grade, mind-blowing orgasm'," you teased with a wink.

Shaking his head, you heard him laugh as he hurried toward his next mission.

Higuruma:

Erection Overruled!

Hiromi's long week has finally drawn to an end and as your tired and more-than-likely dishevelled man makes his way home to slump into his favorite chair and fall asleep, you want to make sure he gets to finish the week out properly. You've spent the afternoon hard at work yourself, cleaning up, picking just the right music, and slinking in to that silky little black robe you know he loves slipping you out of.

The mood is set, candles are lit, and as if on cue Higuruma stumbles in through the front door, dropping his briefcase, and sagging languidly into his favorite chair. You approach from behind, running fingers through his dark and unkempt hair, tipping his head back with a provocative "Welcome home," allowing him to savor the view.

Experience tells him there's not a thing beneath that robe and his eyes grow wide and hungry as he scrambles to his knees, facing backward in his chair to take you in. He burries his nose against you as he presses passionate kisses to your collarbones, moving to nip at your neck, trailing his tongue upward and landing just below your earlobe before whispering , "I've waited all week for this."

One very steamy makeout session later, you find yourselves in the bedroom, working quickly to remove each other's clothing, air thick with ravenous longing. But as you slip him out of his trousers taking his not even half-hard cock into your loving hands, things start to feel a bit off.

Nothing a few good strokes can't fix, you think to yourself, stealing a downward glance at his would-be errection-  flaccid, but hopeful.

~

Some time later there's still little change in terms of rigidity and you notice the exhaustion building behind his determined features. Knowing his pride is at stake, you start to wonder if it might just be best to let your tired man rest and resume love making another time. Opting for a mix of tact and humor, you make the judgement call.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I move to postpone today's proceedings until the defendant can get some well-deserved and very much needed rest."

Hiromi's eyes snap open. "Objection!" He barks automatically, surprising himself.

"Overruled!" You reply, tapping his tip once against his tummy as though holding a gavel. 

A moment of silence as you stare at each other seriosuly and then...

"PFFFTTT!" You both burst out laughing at the ridiculous scene. He pulls you in for more kisses and you lay together wiping tears from your eyes as the laughter continues. 

Turning on his side he offers, "Motion to reconvene tomorrow morning?"

"Motion granted!"

More laughter. A heavy sigh and then, "Thanks for understanding," he says.

"Impartiality is my job, afterall," you continue the act. 

Pulling your head to his chest he scruffles your hair until you fight him off, giggling. 

This isn't the first and probably won't be the last time your romantic pursuits as a couple are thwarted by exhaustion, but you know that with a little patience and a good night's sleep he'll be a different man come morning, when your courtship is back in session.

Choso:

Shark Week 

Choso's not just new to sex. He's new to life itself. Loving him brings you the unique opportunity of experiencing the world for the very first time through his eyes. 

The eldest of his brothers, he's already learned so much, but he still relies on you to guide him through his many firsts as both a lover and a mentor for all of life's unexpected moments- the good, the bad, and the painfully awkward. 

That is why, when you hear a sharp, panicked little gasp as he pulls out of you, dick still twitching from his orgasm just moments before, you suspect you are in for another brand new encounter.

"What's a'matter Cho?"

"Uhm..." He swallows hard, eyes trained downward. "It's...it's not there."

"What's not there?" You question, sitting up against your elbows trying to glimpse whatever it is he's staring at.

"The condom," He says weakly, mouth going dry. "It's just gone!"

"Ohh!" You reach a knowing hand between your legs. "It probably just came off inside me."

"Is that bad?!" He asks, voice thick with worry.

"Not necessarily. You can probably just pull it out if it's right there."

He slides two hesitant fingers over your entrance, feeling for the rubbery traitor that's caused him such distress. 

"Oh! I found it!" He sighs, relieved, pulling it gently from your core.

"See? Nothing to worry abou-"

"OH NO!" He cries, forcing you to sit up in alarm.

"What's wrong? Is it ripped?"

"You're bleeding! There's-" He looks as though he might pass out. "There's so much!"

"What?! I-" Realzation hits you as he holds up the stretched out condom, slick with glossy crimson. Feeling between your legs, you pull your hand away, stringy and viscous from a mix of blood and fresh arousal. 

"Oh Cho I'm sorry. I think I started my-"

"I can't believe I hurt you! I thought I was being gentle! Maybe it's my cursed technique?? No...that can't-" 

"Cho I-"

"I can fix it! Hang on let me just-"

"Choso!" He pauses his string of frantic babble to look at you. Deep lines etched across his troubled face. "Cho, I think I just started my period," You say, reaching your other hand to comfort your worried man.

"Oh. You mean 'shark week'?"

You laugh as he recalls the nickname you taught him for that notorious time of the month. "Yes hun, shark week."

"Was it...because of me?" He asks, eyes brimming with shame and guilt.

"No, my love!" You giggle at his innocence. "Just a coincidence. I'm sorry I scared you!"

A wave of relief washed over him as he clutched his chest, watching you get up and head toward the bathroom. 

"I thought maybe I broke you somehow..."

"I know, sweet boy," You called from the hall. "You did nothing wrong. But when I come back we're going to cuddle like there's no tomorrow!"

"That....sounds nice" he said with a sigh, collapsing backward on the bed, brain tired and foggy from the day's latest lesson. 

"Wait!" He called, suddenly excited. "Does this mean chocolate ice cream and movie night??"

"You really are a quick study!" You praise.

Running to grab the ice cream he calls, "I think I can get used to shark week!"

Toji:

Three's a Crowd

Toji is a lone wolf. An elusive rogue agent. He holds everyone at arm's distance, including you. That is...until recently, anyway.

What started as casual hookups in seedy bars and late-night love hotels, hell even the back of a cab once (actually maybe twice...you were rather drunk), has turned into pseudo dates and sober conversation. To be honest, you've fallen pretty hard for your man of mystery and the last thing you want to do is scare him off now. That's why, when he finally invites you to his place for the first time, you're determined not to blow it.

"It's not much, but it's home." He says, leading you through the front door of a shabby back-alley apartment. Despite his somewhat delinquent nature, his apartment is well-kept and the made-up bed you spot through an open door near the back looks far more inviting than the sleazy moth-eaten matresses and dive bar sofas where you've been spending your less-than-romantic moments.

Grabbing his hand, you practically drag him back there, excited to see where he lays his head at night, smell the cologne on his sheets. He stumbles behind, a goofy yet seductive grin stretching the scar on the corner of his lips that you're just dying to taste.

As you step into the darkened bedroom, a small sound grabs your attention. Atop the dresser something is breathing- sputtering. You pause, trying to get a look at the noise's source, realizing Toji must have a pet. Your heart skips as you imagine this macho miscreant returning home to a small, soft animal for whom he shares a rare bit of affection. Fucking adorable.

The creature, appearing only as a shapeless mound at first (is it a cat?) turns to look at you. And that's when you freeze. Because there in his room, peering at you through swollen, squinted eyes, frothy drool dribbling down its pudgy face, is a gigantic....worm???

"Toji!" You gasp, turning back to hide behind the muscular arm you're now grasping for dear life. "What the hell is that thing?!"

"Oh." He says curiously, "You can see it?"

"OF COURSE I CAN SEE IT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THING'S FUCKIN' HUGE!"

"Heh," he chuckles, amused. "It won't hurt ya. C'mere."

Without even another glance at the demonic creature, Toji pushes you against the bed, bringing his large frame down over you, rutting his hips as he feasts hungrily on your neck. You want to lose yourself in the throes of his passion, you really do. But all you can think about is the thing on the dresser. Turning under the weight of Toji's advances to see if it's still there, you find yourself making direct eye contact with the hideous overgrown catarpillar.

You can't believe he's not distracted. Can't believe he hasn't said a single word about the little drooling monster. And as Toji makes quick work of undressing while he hovers over you, you find yourself unable to contain your inner thoughts.

"Toji...it's so...long!" You say, eyeing the thing warily.

"Mm...I know, Doll," he agrees.

"I mean like...it's gigantic!" You mewl covering your eyes in disgust.

"Hah...so I've heard," he admits, slipping off your panties from beneath your skirt.

"And it...I don't know...it looks hungry. Like...it's about to tear me apart..."

"If that's what you want, love," he growls with a forward thrust.

"Seriously, Toji, I don't know if I can do this! It's just so gross!"

"...Gross?" He looks like he's been punched in the gut.

"Yeah! Gross and purple!"

"Purple?!" Pulling out, he stares down at his cock. "Fuck you mean, purple?!" Then, following your gaze he says, "You're not still on about that damn worm, are you??"

"What did you think I was talking about?!"

"Look, if it bothers you that much, I'll get rid of it." Without another word, he gets up from the bed, crosses the room to the dresser, takes the creature in his hands before crunching it down into a tiny ball and swallowing it whole.

"Now are we gonna get freaky or what?" He huffs.

Oh, we are wayyyy past freaky, you think to yourself.

Who the hell was this mysterious man of yours? You're left with more questions than answers. But despite the horror you just witnessed one thing has you smiling...arm's distance or not, you doubt very seriously anything you do could scare him off.

Sukuna:

Thousand-Year-Old Virgin

Sukuna is a hardened, battle-ready, godlike being of prowess and prestige, decorated by time itself. Stranger to no man and no challenge, his many achievements transcend the millenia. He has seen and done things even those with rich and deeply fulfilled lives will never experience.

Let's face it, he's a thousand fucking years old. So that's why, when he mumbled something under his breath, something you thought could only be some type of strange joke, you were too stunned to laugh. And the fact that you didn't is the only reason you're still alive. That, and he's fallen rather profoundly in love with you, but he won't be admitting to that any time soon.

So when he pulls away from your lips to stare sheepishly at his bare feet criss-crossed in front of him before uttering the words you're sure you must have heard wrong, you ask him to please repeat himself.

"I've never done this before..." he gruffs, crossing both sets of arms and averting his gaze to the side with a nose-crinkling sneer.

"Done...what?" You ask, innocently.

"This! All of this!" He barks, waving his arms in frustration.

Your brain is working overtime just to read between the lines. He's acting like it's obvious, but you can't understand which "this" he's referring to.

"I don't get what-"

"SEX OKAY!" He gruffs bitterly. "I've never had sex!"

You just stare. Lips parted slightly as your jaw hangs limp, still unsure you've heard him correctly.

"And would you stop looking at me like that??" He scowls.

"'Kuna, I...I don't know what to say."

"Yeah, well...neither do I," he admits, still avoiding your gaze.

"It's just that you're...a thousand years old...I guess I just figured in that time you would have-"

"I didn't get to where I am by running around like some dog in heat," he retorts. "I spent my time getting stronger, strategizing, honing my cursed technique. Then I was sealed away for a few hundred years. When the hell would I have-"

"I never thought of it like that. But I figured Heian Era and all, the 'King of Curses' must have had concubines, right?"

"Yeah? So? I had a bunch of that old-timey shit!" He spouted. You had to stifle a laugh this time. "Doesn't mean I cared. I was...you know...a little busy conquerring the world?"

It was beginning to sink in. The King of Curses, God of the Heian Era, the Great Ryomen Sukuna sat on a shelf like a minted doll for a thousand years, completely untouched, and you- little modern nobody you- were about to take his "v-card". You felt giddy.

"'Kuna," You began, reaching out to take his face in your hands, compelling him to look at you. He hissed as you did so. "Ryomen. We don't have to do this."

"No, I want-"

"If you really want to, that's fine. Just know that it's going to be messy. Probably a little awkward. Maybe a lot awkward! Heck, I don't even know what to do about the extra set of limbs and...appendages," You laughed, giving his thigh a squeaze. He rolled his eyes. You continued earnestly, "I just want you to know it's okay not to know it all- not to get everything perfect. That's where the trust comes in...and where the memories are made."

He heaved a deep sigh, turning away again as he became lost in thought.

"Hey, Ryo?"

"What, brat?"

"Thanks for waiting for me," you wink.

"Don't flatter yourself," he grumps, a rougey glow tingeing his cheeks.

"Of course not," you smile. Then, eyeing his extra arms you continue. "So I just have one question..."

"Speak."

"Will we need one condom, or two?"

Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs always appreciated, but never expected.

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Special thanks to @heian-era-househusband for always listening to my stories and for being my trusted partner 💕

[spotaus]

Rb!!

Unfortunately for me my mobile doesn't let me see past the Read More cuts once I start typing my own rb 😔

But! Augh!! I adore the concept that Dream never really let Night try his on. Just that by that point they realized the customs better? So there was already a subtle barrier?? AAAAAAAA

And yes, I have So So many thoughts about Night's capture and I need to be insane about it later but like.... I love love that part. When Night finally realizes that his brother isn't just playing up an act, and that he really believes Night was manipulated. Like, Night's almost a lil offended by that. His own brother thinks he'd be so easily swayed? But then again, Dream had never taken him seriously before, so why would he now?

Dream provides Night with everything he could muster upon getting him back. It makes it so much harder for Nightmare too, when his twin presents him with special meals of food he likes (I think Night would be a big texture person-), or with books at Night's preferred genre, or even just an extra blanket or pillow of the right color or texture. Dream still knows him so well it *hurts*. Because while he has changed? He still loves all these things too. He has to actively try to reconcile his caring twin to the man who kidnapped him and hurt his family.

Also! On the other end of things. Killer was fighting tooth and nail against Dream, and Dream managed to shoot him straight in the soul, as well as many other spots, before he collapsed and Night finally rushed out of hiding.

Killer is not dead! He's just... really, really badly injured. Ccino is working overtime with Horror to try and make sure he survives. (Infections, not eating, not drinking enough, bones healing wrong, etc.) They have to keep him kinda quarantined, because while most of the time he's resting, anytime he's awake he's asking for updates on Night. He can't forgive himself for letting Dream hurt him so badly.

Dust took over for a bit. It's not uncommon for the Knights to take a lead if Night is 'busy' but Dust is *not* a very social man. Neither is Cross. Yet they're the two facing the public now, because the others are occupied. And they're all pissed and sad and desperately trying to find where Dream is hidden.

Luckily, those few folks Night gave false info about? You better bet they got the info out of them. (Hello to Dust and Ccino playing good cop bad cop-) that's how they learn where the base is, and that's how they start planning to get Night back. But they CANNOT let word of their rescue mission get loose. Rumors of the weakened king were already spreading, and they couldn't afford everyone finding out about the whole 'the king is kidnapped' thing.

I think by the time they get Night back, Killer doesn't go with them to pick him up. He's too weak still (barely able to hold up his own weight style) and would be a liability. So, Night is sure sure Killer's dead. (Especially w/ Error filling that gap in manpower.) He doesn't leave Killer's side for like, 2 solid days, after returning. Which like. Is great for his brothers because they can keep an eye on both at once, but also it's just sweet.

Killer was sure he's failed Night, and he'll never truly forgive himself, but he's grateful Night doesn't hate him or blame him. That they're still close.

Also topic shift: Night's mask, I think, ends up being a Great Horned Owl! After his first one breaks, everyone agrees the owl suits him, but they make one that looks regal, powerful, knowing, and still sleek and round. (Also still not sure for Error? I really need to decide lol. I keep circling to some sort of dragon, or a type of bird, but idk... or yet another cat, Clouded Leopard did cross my mind, haha!)

Mm, New Age au my beloved (I just knocked out like... a lot of stuff I needed to do, so here's a quick post before I get back to it) oh! And @ancha-aus hiiiii :]

I know I focus a lot on Night but like... Dream! Dream is a huge part of the story!! So here's a tease at wtf has been up with Dream since Night ate the apple.

So... Dream! He was exiled, but he wasn't left on his lonesome. Nightmare contacted a neighboring kingdom that they already had a treaty with, and asked for them to watch over the crown prince, as he was no longer "fit to rule". They'd accepted, and Night shipped him off at the earliest convenience.

Of course, Dream had no clue it was for his own good, so naturally, after lamenting to this other kingdom about what had happened, how everything changed, he garnered pity, and then support, when Nightmare confirmed Dream's story through letters. Though, the kingdom couldn't afford a war, so they just had to stand idly by.

Dream only stayed there a few years, because by the time he was about 17, he'd become good friends with a squire: Blue. Blue worked around the castle, doing all sorts of tasks for the knight training him, but despite his exceptional skill he remained at the level of Squire due to his age. Blue was very devoted to Dream as his friend and self-proclaimed protector. He looked up to Dream, and was positive he would defeat his brother and take back the throne.

And so, when Dream left on his own to gather experience and followers without endangering this kingdom, Blue followed. Blue was never officially Knighted, but their first night in an Inn, alone on the road, start of their journey, Dream honorarily knighted Blue with his power as a prince. (That's why I refer to Blue as a Knight, even tho no one ever *actually* knighted him and he has no affiliations with any kingdoms.)

Dream was picky with who he recruited and when. He and Blue found a nice little abandoned cottage to start their base of operations, and would travel to recruit people they thought would be of value. Dream wasn't versed in espionage or inner-working over the government, but he knew how to talk to crowds. Sway the people. Plus, feeling emotions helped out too. (I like to think that's something the twins have naturally. Dream's grows with Age, and Night (due to lack of training) only has it when he's corrupted and very little hints when he's young.) So over the course of years, Dream gains more and more support. Like a militia among the neighboring countries as well as in Night's kingdom.

Ink and Cross came together. Ink had been looking for a new job, as he was a mercenary (though his talent was really in the arts) and Cross was a soldier who had left the kingdom a few rivers over that crumbled under a coup. Ink liked Dream's energy right from the start and was completely swayed with the idea of getting a lot of easy work for pay. Meanwhile Cross needed a new hope. Despite leaving a crumbling castle with no hope, Dream seemed to be working towards a better future in this kingdom. Of course he joined him, because that meant he'd live to see an era of peace. (<- of course, Cross finds out this kingdom is actually banger and the current king was slowly working through improving each piece of it, ensuring the whole kingdom could thrive one piece at a time.)

Dream never stopped training, and over the years he lost track of just how different Night was. He lost the script, a bit. His childish mind turning Night's actions all those years ago into a conspiracy. He had an echo-chamber of support, with no outside voice (no Nightmare) to remind him of the truth.

This cottage remains their base, and expands into a small town/camp. Nightmare is taken here when Dream kidnaps him from the castle the first time, too. This place is filled with plants and magic and is thriving. The perfect place to find the golden king.

[ribbonsaikeaux]

A High Cost

Page wasnt a bad doll. Oh no, she was quite good at serving her Miss. Taking great care in each task, completing it perfectly. Its only (big) issue was ignoring its tasks to write. You see, Page absolutely adored writing. Creating new worlds and beings through its words. It made that one feel powerful. It was always eager to share its stories with its fellow dolls and its Witch.

For the most part, the Witch enjoyed Pages passion and found its writings a delightful diversion. However, she did often have to chastise it for shirking its duties in favor of putting quill to patchment. Truth be told, it was getting more irksome as time went on, but the Witch knew Page to be a capable doll and let it go about its writing as a reward.

That is, until one day Page was given a most important task. You see, the Witch was working on a potion. A very volitile potion. A potion which, if not watched carefully in the brewing process, would have catostrophic consquences. Being the most well learned of her dolls, the Witch entrusted Page to watch the process to make sure nothing went wrong and the concoction remained stable while she went out for a moment to run some errands.

Page dutifully accepted this responsibility and was on its way down to the brewing room as the Witch left. However, inspiration struck it just as it was about to open the downstairs door. It just had to write this down this instant! That ones mind raced with descriptions and story; its quill furiously quivering in its hand.

Its thoughts were interuprted by a house shaking boom. The dolls eyes widened in fear and realization.

"No no nononono" it kept repeating as it ran down the stairs. The room was destroyed, bricks falling from the wall, centries old volumes scorched to naught but ash. The smell of burning wood from the still burning bookcase reaching its nose.

"Oh no oh no oh no. This is-" Page stopped mid sentence. Amongst the rubble there laid a doll. Twisted and mangled. One arm missing, the other shattered, its legs bent and cracked. Its face a spider web of fractures. Its gears werent moving.

"L-lace?" Page gasped, its hand over its mouth, running to the broken dolls side, trying its best to frantically clear the rubble. "Lace! Oh no its so sorry! Nonono please no! Lace! Answer me!" It shouted, a hand on Laces face, fragments of its porcelaine falling from its face.

Page sobbed, tears flowing like a river down its face, backing away and curling up in the corner, knees to its chest. Just then, the Witch came down the stairs. "What the he-" she stopped, dumbstruck. Eyes darting over the scene. Her equipment destroyed, irreplaceable tomes burning, and a shattered doll sprawled on the floor. Her face briefly took an expression of sorrow before her eyes settled on Page. At that moment her look twisted to pure rage. In a flash, she was in front of the sobbing doll, lifting it up by its neck and screaming

"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?"

"Its so sorry Miss! It didnt- it shouldve-" the doll choked out through sobs.

"YOU WERE WRITING WERENT YOU?! WERENT YOU?!" The Witch shrieked, shaking the doll with every other word.

Bawling and ashamed, all it could do was nod. The Witch howled in rage and tossed the doll across the room and into the opposite wall.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE RAT! I indulged you. For HOW LONG DID I INDULGE YOU?! Look at this mess! Look at what youve done! Centuries of studies DESTROYED! I now need all new equipment! On to top it off LACE IS FUCKING BEYOND REPAIR!" The Witch stormed up to the doll, fury engulfing her eyes.

"MissitssosorryMissitdidntmean-"

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU MEANT!" The Witch took a deep breath, steadying her voice, though it still seethed with rage.

"I do not want to lose two dolls today," she started through clenched teeth "so I will not destroy you." Page looks momentarily relieved. "HOWEVER, much as it pains me to do so, I will be taking your passion." She says grimly.

Pages eyes widen in terror. "N-n-no Miss please-"

"YOU DO NOT GET A SAY! YOU DO NOT GET TO BEG! THIS IS YOUR ATONEMENT FOR YOUR CARELESSNESS!"

The doll glanced quickly over at Laces shattered body and nodded, whimpering in resignation.

The Witch places her hand on the dolls head, a searing white light shining from it. Page screamed in pain as the knowledge of reading and writing were literally burned from her mind. The witch, shedding only a single tear at what she'd just destroyed turned away, still shaking in rage.

"Now clean up this mess and salvage what you can." She said before storming up the stairs, not giving the doll a chance to respond.

Page continued sobbing, its whole body shuddering as it stood, legs weak, head hurting. It started cleaning, sweeping and moving rubble as best it could. It happened upon a book that had not been completely destroyed, half of the title remaining on the cover. That one tried to read it, the symbols now foreign to its mind, it simply looked like gibberish. The doll sobbed with renewed anguish, continuing to clean.

[lint-beetle4]

Can you do a cute fluff fic of SixNineKing? I'm sure you recall the ship name talk in the discord, the one for Macaque x Nine x Wukong lol

I have a small idea for like a setting, like the tree in Season 4 but you know with Nine.

Thank you!!

Heated Rocks (Wukong x Xiangliu x Macaque fluff)

(It's almost 6am, I haven't slept, the sun is rising)

Flower Fruit Mountain was always singing in a certain harmony. The ocean would sing to the mountains, and the mountains would hum to the trees. It was a glorious cycle that Xiangliu could almost feel a strange sort of peace in it alone.

But, no, this was merely another attempt at a losing game, another chance to break the ice before it thickened again. As much Xiangliu fought in this time, he knew it wouldn't amount to anything. There was a missing piece-- something he couldn't see, something she knew about and hid away from the consort. It was a tiring fight, but there was something that gave it a bit of worth.

In this cycle, Sun Wukong and the Six-Eared Macaque were together--with him.

It was bliss-- pure energies bouncing off of each other for the nine-headed demon prince to witness. They were so beautiful, magic spilling into each other with volitile reactions. Xiangliu couldn't be more lucky to be a part of this, to partake in the magnificence of such wild energies.

"What's that look for?" Macaque's voice tore the consort from his thoughts.

"Ah, nothing important." Xiangliu dismissed gently, sitting beside his partner as a peach tree hung overhead, the ocean in full view. "Simply admiring the view, I suppose."

If only the stone monkey could understand. If only the cycle could skip them just once.

Macaque merely shrugged, his tail brushing against the snake demon, providing comfort in Macaque's usual secretive demeanor. Wukong should be steps away, the snake demon recalled.

Lo and behold, the ginger monkey's voice rang through the sand below them.

"Hey! You guys doing alright?"

Macaque scoffed playfully, "Welcome back, your majesty."

"You grace us with your presence once more," Xiangliu bowed slightly in his seat with a teasing grin.

Wukong laughed, his hands shooing away the thought. "Ah, don't be like that! Eat some fruit, soak up the sun! That's why I've been training so hard."

"Indeed, you've become stronger than anything anyone had ever seen. An impressive feat." The snake demon grinned proudly.

Macaque rolled his eyes, "Is there still someone stronger yet, Wukong?"

"Ah, what? No!" Wukong laughed nervously. "Besides, that's not the point! I'm doing this so we don't have to worry about anything or anyone ever again!"

Wukong sat between the two demons, arms extended to pull them closer. "Just live a lazy life, sitting in the sun, eating fruit and doing whatever we want!"

"Obtain true freedom." Xiangliu chuckled wistfully, watching as the sage jostled his partner lightly.

"Quit it!" Macaque giggled, shoving a peach into Wukong's hand. "Eat your dang peach."

"You're a peach." Wukong grinned, relaxing between his two partners with a content sigh. "This is the life, isn't it?"

"You've said it." Macaque smiled, nuzzling into the stone monkey.

Xiangliu was silent, laying his head on Wukong's chest as the sun warmed him up with its brilliant rays. The snake demon revelled in the way the shade draped over him, its cold, tender embrace a welcome reprieve in the eons of work the demon had left to complete.

"This is truly wonderful."

[catbeeisafraid]

I don’t have like a ton to say about this but I have mixed feelings- also spoilers ✨

I like Crystal I really do but at times her dialogue bothered me and some of her behavior was kind of obnoxious to me- like at times when she started aggressively inserting herself into situations and just kind of made it about her? Like in episode seven (though this happened many other times too) where she was having a total fit about not going to hell when it’s clearly for her own good and not about her no matter how much she cares? and I totally understand that this is her being written as an immature teenager who hasn’t been dead or a teen for 30-100 years but as a teenager this sort of selfish immature writing kind of gives me icky feelings because I know so many people who are mostly emotionally intelligent not just raging all the time.- and I mean that for a lot of teenagers and teen girls in writing, to make them tough and likable they are made volitile and annoying which to me is not likable (my opinion, I just don’t like the trope that’s not what I’m talking about right now anyway-) I do think she had good development and I liked her a lot better by the end, some people on other forums were saying that her actress was weaker than the rest of the cast and I don’t really know about that? I think maybe she was artificial at times but I’m blaming that on the writing. I also didn’t like her dialogue about her “crazy demon ex” either, it felt very forced? -Not her emotions about the whole mind cage thing I get that but just all of the “UGH WHY ARE THEY SO FUCKING NOSY IM JUST TRYING TO GET OVER MY STUPID STUPID CRAZY ABUSIVE STALKER DEMON EX BOYFRIEND UGHHH ILL DOUBLE KILL THOSE BOYS IF ITS TGE LAST THING I DO” that felt out of place to me- Lastly I get that this is also an aspect of her teenager-ness but I didn’t like the amount she cursed? I have no qualms with cursing but it felt to me like when little kids and middle schoolers start cursing where they just explosively yell fuck when like literally nothing warranting that kind of expletive has happened? She curses too often it makes her sound really stupid? Like the ep 7 “take me to hell I won’t die” thing, she was screaming at Charles who was being pretty reasonable like “fuck that I’m going he’s my fucking friend too fine then fuck it- fuck you ill find another way to get to hell” like yes she was emotional but that isn’t what teenagers sound like guys?

idk- I’d love to hear what other people think and to be clear I do like her I just focused on the negative- I guess it’s a human thing. She had lots of strong points just I ending up not liking how much she was on screen, this isn’t really about you? It’s about the dead boy detective? Give me more ghosts or Edwin or Charles or Jenny or Niko or Mr walrus please? They were fun I like them? I just felt like there were times where she was over shadowing Edwin and Charles and they are what’s actually important to the show? I think I’d like her more in smaller doses- I felt like I spent too much time having to stop and be like “girl step back this is not about you, you are not the star right now”

and to the argument of her actress being inexperienced or over acting or just not great- I have no specific feelings on this but like the other main cast had for the most part very little screen acting experience and were Fantastic so i don’t know what to feel in that area? so yes, i think crystal is an interesting character and i think she grew on me and developed in the season but i also definitely think that she’s annoying and I’m conflicted because i don’t want to not like her-..

what are your thoughts? Id love to hear different perspectives but please be nice to me because I’ll probably delete this and cry (unless that was your goal, then carry on)

that was all like super ramble-y sorry- but I hope I communicated semi accurately! Thank you

[emmetverse]

⛯ I'm sure you're all confused. Allow me to be your exposition.

Yes, Spark is the reason we're all here.

For ease of clarity, I'm going to be referring to the past events with "he" and "him", though please understand that it was both myself and Spark up until the timeline split.

He was the first recorded instance of innate time magic in a long, long time. And for this reason, deemed unstable and dangerous. He was marked with a rune that suppresses the magic flow through the body.

A cataclysm tore apart the city. What little magic he could channel went wild, and froze him in time until it was safe. Which turned out to be a long, long time. The estimate was over a thousand years, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was more.

To cut a long story short, magic doesn't care if time is frozen. It will continue to build up exponentially. Usually, people use this buildup as a general background energy, and channel excess for their magic. Think of it like body heat versus sitting by a fire. They might use their innate magic in dire circumstances, but otherwise it's just there.

Here is where the timeline splits. In mine, this buildup was discovered by some bad people, and I was effectively drained of it for their own use. In Spark's, I went back in time to survive in a similar wild-magic event to the initial time freeze, and I could prevent these people from getting him.

It was rather messy. Things got desperate, they were using their draining machinery on everyone in our group, and the only way we could see to get out was to effectively use Spark. Unikitty removed the mark from him, and it worked, but that amount of magic with no outlet turned out to be very dangerous.

We tried to wait it out, but things were becoming more unstable. Not just the volitility of the energy, but time itself was getting messy. Eventually, Spark decided that the best way to keep our entire timeline safe was to leave it. Obviously, it was argued against, but there wasn't much anyone could do to stop him.

A perfect prison. Both keeping him in, and giving the magic a good outlet. The only issue being that he made it for him. And we're all the same person. I'm not quite sure how that works, but it is.

That leaves us with a few options, all of which seemed reasonably impossible until just a couple of hours ago when I learned we have outside contact (you). I will think these through and get back to you all.

Please feel free to ask anything, either here or the 'ask' system this website seems to have.

Thank you for your time.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

#edward teach#im an adhd ed truther & this is so fucking true.#also shows how you view people w/ adhd if you’re specifically using it as an excuse to do this. (via @ourflagmeanscatboy on this post by @jaskierx)

I don't want to derail a post about racism, but I do feel like this shit needs to get talked about.

Because people will say literally the most deranged shit about Ed. I've heard the idea that he's gonna lose interest in Stede because he views people as hyperfixations floated. He's volitile and unstable (citation needed) he's messy (but he thinks pets befoul the ship and he couldn't believe he was living like this after letting Stede's cabin get covered in maybe a weeks worth of depression clutter) he needs a minder (despite constantly minding other characters). And all of that shit when pointed out as racist invariably gets explained away with "but I think he has ADHD"

And it's like, first of all that's a headcannon you have, where as his race is very much cannon. so I think even if you have the adhd headcannon, which to be clear, I do, you still need to lend more credence to the marginalized identities that are in fact cannon about him. That's not to say that these two things are contradictory it's just to say that you need to treat your headcannons about a character of color with awareness for how their race overlaps with other identities they might have and how their race might be impacting their behavior, and how projecting issues onto them, even if those issues are things you yourself struggle with, might be perceived by fans of color who are already constantly fielding racism both in fandom and in their every day lives.

but second of all, and I cannot stress this enough, yall are ableist as fuck.

Like, I simply do not know how to explain to you people that Ed losing Interest in Stede like that would not be a symptom of ADHD because treating PEOPLE like HYPERFIXATIONS is not a symptom of ADHD. If someone loses interest in you because they have adhd, and I feel like I've said this before, one of three things happened. A. they did not lose interest in you they are just forgetful and do not experience friendship decay so they think you are still friends, B. You were never a friend to begin with you were someone they exclusively did their hyperfixations with, or C. you are blaming the ADHD for something completely unrelated friendships fall apart all the time.

And it's like that example is just the most egregious. half the time when I see ADHD headcannons nobody's talking about like... Ed picking up a brand new activity on a whim, or him tattooing himself because he's experiencing the evil boredom. It's all gotta be traits contradicted by canon. And often it has to be about pain and suffering, and often it really just feels like an excuse to make up bullshit about Ed while beating the racism allegations.

and there's two enormous issues with this. The first one is that if you're gonna have a headcannon about a character you have to figure out how to apply the headcanon to that character without making up a brand new guy. Ed is in the 99th percentile in terms of executive function. His executive functioning skills are genuinely a strength for him. He can't stand mess and he keeps a clean ship, he doesn't get angry unless directly provoked. He also has a large number of shitty tattoos on his person, he stims, he's probably got some hyperactivity going on, and some emotional dis-regulation in terms of managing his disappointment and catastrophising. You have to actually look at the character and figure out what cannon things translate into ADHD and what adhd traits are contradicted by cannon and if you're just hollowing him out and putting an ablist idea of ADHD in as a stand in for a personality.

Like.. ok. My favoriate cannon ADHD rep in the world is the Percy Jackson series. Every one of those kids has adhd and dyslexia. This does not stop Annabeth from being a very functional character with a million irons in the fire who's an avid reader and a Smart Girl TM. Percy by contrast cannot focus for five seconds especially when you put a book in front of him, but he can think on his feet really well. Both of these characters are fairly realistic representations of ADHD because sometimes ADHD is severe executive dysfunction and mess and emotional dis-regulation, sometimes ADHD is having a million projects going at once in a desperate attempt to beat the evil boredom and sometimes it's being able to pick up new things with relative ease. Different people have different levels of these things, which is why in my favoriate childhood book series Rick Riordan was able to have so many different diverse characters with distinct personalities and have them all believably have ADHD.

But a lot of people who headcannon Ed as ADHD don't seem to be interested in figuring out how Ed's personality is compatible with that headcannon, they just want to hollow him out and give him every symptom ever and it's just like... oh, so that's what you think of us then. got it cool.

[theerurishipper]

https://www.tumblr.com/jacquesthepigeon/731353272698486784/you-know-it-must-be-said-as-someone-whos-only?source=share

Of course this is said from someone who has never seen the show. God forbid folks favorite character, is THE SECOND MAIN CHARACTER AND IN THE TITLE OF THE SHOW.

God forbid abuse survivors find Adrichat’s story relatable and react negatively to people who salt on him for, checks notes, being a rich white boy? Because being rich and white protects you from abuse lol okay

Someone go tell Kesha that the horrific abuse she endured for years doesn’t count because she’s rich and white.

Someone go tell Britney Spears and Amanda Bynes that they deserve their conservatorships because they’re too volitile and emotional and need someone else to control their entire lives. Also they’re rich and white so they should be thankful for their privilege.

Also as a fandom veteran, I’m also baffled that this anon says they’ve never seen fandom go this feral over a white boy so I guess the whole Superwholock thing doesn’t exist in this person’s universe. I’m getting war flashbacks…

I really hope this doesn't come off as rude, but I just have a small request for any anons in the future: if y'all want me to comment on someone else's post, please send it in a separate ask. I just don't want to post someone else's post and start an argument or something.

That being said, I do agree. My detailed thoughts under the cut.

"Adrien stans are white people who get unhinged over a white boy," say the Marinette stans and Marinette stan observers, not realizing that they espouse disgusting abuse apologism on a daily basis and victim blame a character who is a victim of abuse for being traumatized all because he made a few decisions that weren't about Marinette and her well-being alone.

This is ridiculous on so many levels. First the assumption that all Adrien stans are white people. Second, the assumption that we must be Adrien stans because he's a white boy and we don't care about POC characters as much as we do the white ones. Which is actually quite insulting to me.

Maybe these people should actually read what Adrien stans have to say. Maybe they should actually understand why we love Adrien so much. Maybe they should understand why we get so heated over him.

Know what? I'll tell you why. It's because Adrien is despite the writers' best efforts to undermine him an interesting and likeable character. He is a canonical abuse victim, and he struggles with his self-worth and his identity, which is a relatable story to many people. He's an entertaining and interesting character. He's the deuteragonist of the damn show. People are bound to love him. There's more to him than being a white boy and it's very insulting to imply that people obsess over him because he's white or because his fans are white.

And about how Adrien stans get "unhinged" about Adrien and not about other characters... we're literally Adrien stans. Which means Adrien is our favorite character. Naturally, we're going to talk more about him. This is basic common sense. I don't understand the problem here with liking Adrien more than other characters. Are we not allowed to have faves anymore?

And you know why Adrien stans get "unhinged" over him? Because the show treats him badly! Why shouldn't we get mad that a character whom we love is being treated poorly by the writers? Why can't we get heated about that? Marinette stans get heated about their fave being victimized by the narrative all the time, so why is it a crime if Adrien stans get upset if Adrien gets the same treatment? Adrien's story in the show ended with him being reduced to an object and a prop for his girlfriend so that she could side with his abuser and start controlling him instead. Why can't we get angry at that?

Marinette stans will talk about how both Adrien and Marinette are written badly but only Marinette gets criticized and how that's racist and shit, and will ignore the fact that our criticism has nothing to do with race and everything to do with Marinette siding with Gabriel to lie to an abuse victim, and how the show frames this as correct. We criticize Marinette because she's making an awful mistake and doing bad things! This is like, the worst strawman I have ever seen. At some point, it really feels like they are being willfully ignorant.

And about how Adrien stans treat other characters, riddle me this. Who has a proper tag dedicated to bashing them on AO3? Who was the character who was salted on so much when Syren aired? Who was the character being raked over the coals when Chameleon aired? Who was the character who was salted on in Season 4 for breaking a damn fucking chimney? Who was the character whose struggles in Season 4 were overlooked by Marinette stans who criticized him for "being entitled to Ladybug?" Who was the character who was relentlessly salted on whenever he did anything that didn't completely attend to Marinette's needs? Who is the character who was labelled a "sexual harasser?" Who is the character on whom these "fans" rain down their victim blaming and abuse apologia? Who is the character who has the longest history of being salted and bashed by the Marinette stans?

And I will laugh at the audacity of Marinette stans to argue in favor of POC characters and blame Adrien stans for "obsessing over a white boy while not giving the same treatment to characters of color" while their legacy includes salting Alya for not being Marinette's perfect emotional support BFF. Who has their own salt tag apart from Adrien on AO3? Alya does. It's laughable to me that Marinette stans harp on about how Adrien stans prefer the white boy over the POC characters when they spent the better part of the last few years bashing Alya and even devolved into outright racism against her. To say nothing of how they treated Kagami after Frozer dropped.

And these people accuse Adrien stans of showing preferential treatment to white characters? Marinette stans have no leg to stand on when it comes to calling out other people's treatment of POC characters. And I'm not saying that the anon or OP of the post are racist or that they personally contributed to this. But if they are going to make sweeping statements about Adrien stans accusing all of us of going unhinged over a white boy and treating POC characters unfairly, they should maybe take a look inwards at their own community.

Marinette stans have spent years bashing every other character for the smallest perceived slight. Marinette stans created a whole new genre of Miraculous fanfiction dedicated to propping up Marinette like their personal goddess and punishing other characters for not being her devoted slaves. Marinette stans have contributed greatly to the racism in this fandom. Look at all this and tell me: who really seems unhinged here?

So yeah. Ice cold take imo. Also, obligatory disclaimer: Not all Marinette stans are like this! Most of them are nice and sweet, but there are also plenty of bad apples who have been responsible for a lot of toxicity in this fandom.

Thank you for your ask!

[thehollowbackroomsuniverse]

The Hollow: Backrooms

The Kai&Co System

This has been something that has been casually mentioned in the past, but Backrooms!Kai becomes a System and splits and forms a few alters!

I (@ahyesthesufferingoftvteens) may talk about some of these goobers in the future. Some basic things to note: Blaze, Coco, Alter Adam, and Kitty form in The Backrooms. Alter Reeve forms right before Kai&Co escape The Backrooms, and Kai (Part 2) and Cinnamon form after The Backrooms. All of the special designs for these headmates are how they dress a year or two after The Backrooms story.

Slightly more detailed information about each of the members of the Kai&Co system are listed under the cut:

Blaze: One of the alters that split from Kai. A host of the system. Bi Aboy, He/They. Trauma Holder; Anger, Fear, and Depression holder; BPD holder; and Emotional Protector. Formed as a persecutor; used to be extremely explosive and had really destructive mental breakdowns. Heals with therapy. Likes to set things on fire and shop at Hot Topic. Is the reason the body is taking Abilify.

Coco: The other alter that split from Kai. A host of the system. Pan Nyan-binary Boy, He/They. Inner Child and Trauma Holder; Age-slides. Had really bad Stockholm Syndrome; found it very difficult to make decisions for themselves due to conditioning. Heals with Therapy. Loves Chococat so much that they kin the character and sometimes assumes Chococat’s form in headspace.

Koda: Kai rejoined after a year of being split apart. Now goes by a different name. Eventually, Coco and Blaze permanently fuse into Koda. A host of the system. Omni Demiboy, He/They. Trauma Holder. A bit more cheeky and dark-humored than he used to be, but it’s still the Kai you know and love. Shops at Spencers. Manic pixie dream boy energy. Can’t stop dating the emotionally unavailable and volitile Latinos in his area (He has nine exes). FINALLY found a good boyfriend (He’s a Wolf Therian, his name is Cillas).

Adam: The first alter to form after the “big split”. An introject of Adam. Gay Man, He/Him. Physical Protector. Formed as a persecutor; used to enforce the paranoid thinking patterns and distrust that the original Adam instilled. Heals with therapy. Likes to go fishing and thrives in a Bass Pro Shop.

Kitty: The second alter to form after the “big split”. An introject of Kitty, an entity from The Backrooms. Demi-Aroace Kenogirl, She/It. Caretaker, Soother, and System Overseer. Nonverbal: texts using emojis. The only way she can best communicate is with cards and drawings. Doesn’t front much; she’s more of a background alter. When she does front though the entire day is usually dedicated to her for her hard work. Loves Hello Kitty and dressing up in frilly dresses.

Reeve: Formed right before the system escaped The Backrooms. An introject of Reeve. Gay Trans Man, He/Him. Physical and Emotional Protector, and a Caretaker. Formed to do Adam’s job but better. Really happy about being in a body that was born male (his euphoria is through the roof). The only alter in the system that is religious.

Kai (Act 2): Formed after the system escaped The Backrooms. A host of the system. Bi Man, He/Him. Social Protector. Is exactly like Kai before the split, and is very detached from the memories of the Backrooms. The “Singlet-sona”. He identifies with the body’s known identity and fronts to interact with family members and pre-Backrooms friends, and when talking to strangers. He also primarily fronts while live-streaming video game play-throughs, but other alters pitch in as well.

Cinnamon: Formed after the system escaped The Backrooms. Aroace Boygirl, They/Them. The only perma-little. A fictive of Cinnomoroll. Excitable and annoying in a little sibling sort of way. Really likes gifts and eating food. No one knows why they formed, they just showed up one day. They exist now.

[silawastaken]

more poetry(?) i have never known the bounds of what is and isn't poetry i just write

There's an uncomfortable weight in my arms.

It shifts.

My elbows and wrists hurt from trying to hold it.

I can't drop it. I can't put it down.

It doesn't know pain like this yet.

I'm back in my room.

The closet, bare aside from two cribs and a wardrobe, or the room with a pink bedframe and wallpaper, I don't know.

Was there ever a difference?

It opens its eyes, squinting. They're green, a little blue around the edges.

My mother stands behind me.

I don't know where my father is.

She has a hand on my shoulder, and I can feel her breath on my neck.

She's on the other side of the room.

"Be careful. She's fragile."

She'll whisper from nowhere in particular.

Her voice grates my ears and makes me want to hide.

Always from the same place. A chair in the future.

Her warning is ironic.

Telling me, a reckless and volitile teenager, to be careful holding something she herself couldn't be gentle with.

It grows heavier in my arms.

I want to put it down, but it'll cry. It'll cry, and cry, and cry, and we can't do that.

We're not allowed.

It reaches up, for my face.

I have to surpress the flinch.

It giggles, and leaves fingerprints on my glasses.

She pulls at everything she can reach.

My hair- I swear it was shorter than this-

My earrings- Mum never let me wear long ones-

My necklace- An old locket shaped like a mirror, my only gold jewellery-

My shirt- Stretching the collar and pressing its hands against my skin.

Its just over a year old, it can't say anything. Just stares and laughs and cries.

She's curious already. I can see her growing up, nurtured and protected and becoming a scientist, or a musician, or an author. She'll probably have big dreams one day.

"...What's her name?" I whispered.

There's tears in my eyes. She's so small. I feel bad for thinking of her as an 'it' for so long.

She could be so much more than this. I love her more than I could imagine, I could raise her to be kind, and sweet, and good, and I could teach her to be wise, and she could grow strawberries in pretty dresses and never feel scared of the man in the house or the adult she can't bring herself to trust.

My mother speaks from the corner of the room, like she should have done years ago.

"Oh, honey-"

the words have a weird intonation behind them. like they weren't build to be spoken by her.

"-you know her name already. You still look so much like how you did back then."

The baby in my arms begins to cry, like the sound of our mother's blunt honesty was already too much.

I can't help her.

Because this room is too cold, and we're too far away to be saved

and I could never save myself.

There was never any hope for her

[bowserbowser29]

Headcanon - most of the restoration agrees that Kit is somewhat scarier then Surge. Everyone recognizes that neither of them are 100% there and that's okay, but surge is PREDICTABLE in her volitility. She feels like something has been done against her, she will always respond Kit is far more unstable. There is no predicting how, when, or even IF he'll react to something, not to mention how unsettlingly quiet he is Another key detail is that Surge is always high strung. If she goes berserk, it's not that much of a difference then what she usually is. Kit's mood swings are TERRIFYING in how fast he can go from a state of relative passivity to attempted murder to deep depression TLDR - Surge is always on fire, Kit is a ticking time bomb.

Based on what the annual implies, this isn’t going to be a headcanon. This is just gonna be their story

[pemberlyprose]

How Greif Devours Identity in Hamlet: An Informal Short Essay

Inspired by If We Were Villians, I took it upon myself to freshen up on my Shakespeare. So, last night I finished reading Hamlet for the first time since my freshman year of college! It was a trip to relive all of my old annotations and notes on the play, and to dive back into Shakespeare after such a long time. Thank Folger Shakespeare Library for footnotes!

A few things caught my attention, especially the theme of identity and grief being so intertwined. So let's talk about it for a moment~~

As somone who has experianced a little too much grief in my lifetime, it was cathartic to read Hamlet and appreciate others processing loss. Shakespeare, the master of words and human emotion that he is, has painted the transformative... if not transfiguring... powers of grief on the human mind. This is not exclusive to the character of Hamlet himself, though his madness is the center of the play, but includes all the characters.

Since I have made myself promise this will be a short essay, i'll localize my thoughts on a specific passage:

"Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only empoeror for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service-- two dishes but to one table. That's the end" (Act 4, Scene 3).

So, here's the thing... I took this a little differently than Shakespeare may have intended in this scene. The talk of the "worms" which feast on us when we are dead made me think of The Corpse Bride by Tim Burton.

In Emily's ear is a maggot that acts as her concience. He eats at her mind and replaces her thoughts with his own. I couldn't help but feel that is exactly what grief has done to these characters. Like worms, fattening upon each character, sorrow, revenge, fear, and guilt all crawl into the ears of the court and feast until there is nothing left.

For example, take Hamlet at the end of this play. Hamlet is "not where he eats," which would be an action of taking the King's life and digesting what has happened to his father, but ends "where he is eaten" by the guilt of not being able to override his character and seek revenge on Claudius until the last moment. Try as he might to change the course of fate (hah, get it course lol), the ending remains the same. Which leads to the line "two dishes but to one table."

We see this all throughout the novel as different sets of characters come to the table: Claudius x King Hamlet, Hamlet x Claudius, Hamlet x Mother, Opheilia x Hamlet, Laertes x Hamlet... etc. Even the lesser characters die in pairs like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Two lives devoured together at the same table.

I think this is an interesting way of looking at volitile emotions and understanding how people struggle to cope. Grief can eat at you, literally, and it not only leads to a physical deterioration but to a death of self. No matter how clever and careful you are going about it, no matter what reasons you have, acting against one's character will always eat at one's concience. Especially when you look around and see the other people in your life feasting on the same meal at the same table.

So while grief can feel like a worm in our minds, it's also more common among our companions than we see. Too blinded by our own struggles, we let emotions devour our sense of self, and can't see how our behavior reflects and is reflected back to us. We are what we eat, in all senses.

Which is why I think that Hamelt is an exceptional play on how emotions can play (or prey) on us!

Updated edition of the Folger Shakespeare Library edited by Barbara A. Mowat and Paul Werstine used in this essay :)

[damadorias]

Been dusting off the fossils with this one boissss!!

Decided to redesign two old ocs from around 2018 time, those being Mercy and Draco, they're my oldest fandom ocs from the ol' undertale days and boy were they friggen cringe. Well, Mercy not so much, his design was just kinda cringe.

They've been renamed to Chronos and Genesis, and instead of being enemies to friends, they're now siblings.

They are the twin deities (though in world deities are referred to as "dreamweavers") of existence in the Strange Creatures universe. They were sorta put there randomly tbh, they probably won't hold much weight on the story itself but they're just there to be fun side additions/a point of religion for the population.

Chronos Draco rambling starts now!

Chronos is a deity of death, the end, and the natural passing of time. He can reap souls both in person and remotely, however if too many people die at the same time it gives him a headache. He often complains about how often people die because of that. He'll also wish immortality on you if he doesn't like you just so he doesn't have to see you constantly, a stark contrast to how he was when he was a skeleton oc, who would torture and kill any and all until rehab became part of his plot back then.

He's also much more mellow and chill now. He's one of philosophical thoughts and meditation... and fuck tons of coffee, bro is addicted. He's also one to sympathise with the people of the worlds, to the point where if too many deaths are caused by a corrupted leader of a planet, he'll show up to scare them out of it, and if they choose to not back down he straight up wipes their planet off the map with a black hole, a particularly nasty fate for a cruel world leader given that black holes distort time to a point where the planet's destruction along with their every movements to them would take billions of years to happen. This is, of course, a rare instance though. Deities can't be that heavy handed all the time after all,,, also because the plot that Chameleon goes through wouldn't work if a deity was constantly intervening at a moments notice,,, lmao

Anyway, overall Chronos is sort of depressed without actually being depressed in a way. He often talks about how everything has to end, and nothing really has meaning due to the universe's endless cycle of dying and living, for the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end. The heat death of the universe to him is like a weekend movie night, only that week's like billions of years of time. This is because after the entire universe becomes an abyss of nothing, a big bang happens and life restarts over and over and over. So yeah Chronos deals with that, along with his bro.

Oh yeah also Chronos has a habit of just making fun of people who die in stupid ways. If you're gonna die via a vending machine falling on you after you stupidly shook it in a rage over a candy bar, Chrono's wont hesitate to poke fun at you for it, like who the hell wouldn't?

Anyway, now Genesis ramble go!!

Genesis hasn't really changed much from how he was before in terms of both personality and design. He pretty much just became a humanoid with an extra streak of black space matter in his flowing locks, lost his wings and had an outfit change. His personality's pretty much the same because the idea of a deity being an absolute memelord prankster's funny af

Anyway, he's the god of beginnings, life and ig also the passage of time lol. Him still loving pranks is a danger to everyone because now he's a god who can pick and choose who sees him, that is a volitile mix for chaos. He's also obsessed with penguins, maybe played up a little more than before, I can't actually remember how extreme I made that detail back then ngl. I also remember him having this effect where touching his stardust would be like getting high. I kept that but I made it more interesting. Instead of getting high, touching it would cause you to instantly gain forbidden knowledge, you'd know how the universe works, all it's secrets, you'd witness every life you've ever lived/might live, you'd literally fucking know everything and it'd be information overload because no mortal mind can hold that kind of knowledge, and so, when you pull away, you instantly forget. All you'd be left with is this lingering dread feeling that you knew something forbidden, you wouldn't know what that forbidden thing is. Chronos also has this same effect when you do it to him.

Unlike Chronos, Genesis has a habit of constantly showing up to mortals and befriending them all due to his silliness, something that Chronos constantly has to remind him why it's a bad influence on the world. His old friend Frost might even still exist in this universe, since well, furries can exist in the Strange Creatures world so he wouldn't even have to change much if at all lmao.

Ironic thing but despite Genesis being a redesign of an oc because it was deemed cringe, Genesis would probably encourage cringe culture. Joke thought I had was that his old design from the undertale days would be an oc that he'd make which honestly feels wild lmao.

But yeah silly times, these two were really fun to redesign and I honestly love em'

I know I've already technically done a redesign for Mercy in the past but like this feels different, the other times never felt quite good enough and felt very sort of thrown out there without much thought. This feels like an actual real redesign because I actually love them now, them and their silly friggen dynamic, I feel like I could draw so many stupid silly scenarios with these two because I can't stop thinking about all the ways they're hanging out and interacting with the world. Their designs also slap frfr, like I did so good at making the twins look like twins, they're not identical but you can just tell they pair together. Chronos is obviously black hole inspired and Genesis is just galaxy themed as the original version was. Chronos having the extreme side of the redesign only sharing eye shape with the original because red eyed hooded skeleton is like nothing to work with. I will also never not find it hilarious that being turned into a literal god of death made him WAAAAAAY less violent, he's just chill and mellow with a touch of melancholy now.

[gleeful-northwest-fam]

New (old) Drabble for y'all to enjoy (I made this a while back. Just happens to feel. Relevant :3)

— Mod 🥀

"You should talk t' her, ya know?"

The voice pulled him out of the apparent trance he had been in.

"About what, exactly?"

"You know exactly about what, ya pompous butt!" Bud shoved an accusatory finger into his shoulder. He still wasn't used to seeing him be so conscious of the language he used.

There were a lot of things Preston wasn't used to yet. Technology managed to baffle him despite his experience, the sheer amount of people that now visited his home daily made him want to tear his hair out, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Melody was an anomaly magnet. But the biggest, must elusive part of his new life was the little girl that was right now chatting up a storm with two other children

Pacifica Northwest. His one and only daughter.

In retrospect, Priscilla may have left a clue or two that that's what she wanted then to talk about- but those fell on ears deafened by paranoia and guilt, and as such he spent the last 13 years believing that there was no one to go back to, no one to miss him, only his step brother who most likely still hated him. Yet there was someone who he never, waiting patiently for his return, a complete stranger he had fallen utterly enamored with the moment he saw her

The kid was adorable in all senses of the word, lightening up every room she was in (literally, he was sure that jacket was a fire hazard), having some joke or quip for every occasion, and with a mind so fast and volitile he could barely keep up. He wants to know so much more about her, make up for the lost time, but...

Preston shook head and returned to the task at hand of securing the sentient carnivorous plant that had sneaked in without any of the kids knowing "I don't think it'd be a good idea"

"What?!"

"Hush! I just don't think is a matter worth pressing"

"Worth- Preston, that's your kid! She's missed you!"

"She can't miss me, I wasn't there"

The grimace in his brother's face made him realize how his words had come off and before Bud could start a shouting match, he cleared his throat

"No- it's not that is just- look at her! She has friends and charisma-"

"So?"

"And is avoiding me-"

"She's not avoiding ya, you're the one all closed up in that lab"

"Even when I'm not, I can't seem to connect with her. Isn't it better to not force it?"

"Oh but when ut comes to my boy..." he muttered, and Preston found the right excuse to turn around and press the digits into the keyboard of the vending machine

"Is this what this is all about? I never asked Gideon to come follow me- though I am proud of him for doing so. Arent you the one who told me to stay away from them?"

"Don't go changin' the subject now"

"You're not listening, are you? No, you never do. She doesn't need me , Bud. She's spent 12 years without me, and is doing better than I ever did at her age. I don't doubt my disappearance may have affected her, but the evidence is in our faces. Trying to form a relationship now- all it is likely to do is to open that wound for her. No, I... I shall keep my distance"

He walked down the stairs, holding onto the metal cage with more force than was necessary.

After a few seconds, hurried pair of footsteps joined his own "So ya just gonna give up like that? Don't you wanna be her dad now?!"

He stepped into elevator, hesitating for just an instant before pressing down, facing his step brother as the doors started to close, knowing he wouldn't get there in time

"I never said that."