#needed to showcase this weirdo

[alistairssock]

Briza - drow - has no concept of gender or pronouns Rouge, Noble backround (turned to a life of crime as soon as the family got fucked over) Has a thing fro brains (either just fro keeping or sometimes even eating as a sack), has found that using Shadowheart's clothes is a much comfier option (and she's strangley okay with it). Genuinley has blue blod because I said so (also haha since noble backround) Planning on growing hair out (y'know that very anime haircut...that one) General freak and weirdo, a little offputting and will say strange things, but will fend for any friend and bite any foe Embodiment of a strange little garbage critter, small

[feroluce]

Not to make everything about my ship, but if I don't do it no one will, so today we are making meta analysis of Boothill's faceoff match about henghill, because the differences between Boothill's stand off with Luka and his one with Dan Heng- and what you can infer about Boothill himself and what catches his eye in a person- makes me chew concrete.

JUST. I loved the scene between Luka and Boothill so much. I love how wildly unrestrained Boothill is. He really just shoved the barrel of his gun in his opponent's face and put the fear of death into him as a way to test Luka's resolve. I utterly adore him. I hope he does it again. Anyway.

When confronted with all this, Luka freezes. His stress-induced hallucinations were already bad, but you can see how they really ramp up in this match, because before, they were always something familiar. Previous enemies became Silvermanes, or Belobogian automatons, or even Cocolia. Luka is far from home for the first time in his life, and he's so terribly homesick his brain is making everything familiar, because that is what he's desperately craving right now.

But Boothill.

Boothill is something so new, and unique, and horrific and terrifying, that he becomes something entirely unknown to Luka. His hallucination manifests as Something Unto Death, as the very fear of death itself.

And this stand off (which I love so much that this is how this match progressed, because like that's literally just Boothill's in-game skill; he locks the enemy into a one-on-one duel, so this was extremely in character for him) lasts long enough that Owlbert starts having to fill in the silence over the loudspeaker,

and even Boothill himself starts trying to push Luka into making a decision one way or the other.

Given that Boothill is a hunter by trade and is proven to have all the patience to track his prey and then some, this was more for Luka's sake than any impatience on his part, to try to shove him out of his freeze reaction.

And Boothill isn't really hard to read throughout this whole exchange, he all but says outright what he's looking for.

Boothill wants to see him surpass this test and come at him! You can see it in his face when Luka finally takes a step! And in how he congratulates him!

And then he fucking shot him snxhsjksjsn

Boothill admires courage, and bravery, and decisiveness. He admires a person's ability to put their life on the line and still fight in the face of danger and overwhelming odds. Those are the things that catch his eye.

And Luka does kind of get there eventually, but it is a stalling, halting motion that gets him there, and he fell to pieces immediately afterwards. This is his first time with this, and he's still figuring it out.

Dan Heng, on the other hand.

Boothill's stand off with Dan Heng from 2.2 is so fucking far in the total opposite direction that it is HILARIOUS.

Boothill literally breaks into the Astral Express, ambushes Dan Heng, and Dan Heng still has the balls to not only demand info out of Boothill- like doesn't even ask nicely, demands it- he also just straight up calls Boothill a liar. Right to his face! And he still isn't nice about it!!

By the way, that entire conversation? This is how it takes place.

Boothill, phrasing!!

Boothill has him at gunpoint! Dan Heng does not have his weapon with him! He does not flinch, and even stands there with his arms crossed seeming simultaneously pissed and utterly unimpressed. He looks like he should be irritably tapping his foot and looking down his nose at him. Dan Heng could not give less of a shit.

For that matter, Dan Heng even turns his back and walks away from Boothill- right in the middle of him talking, too! Not a single attempt to be considerate of the man who could decide any moment he feels like decorating the wall with Dan Heng's brains.

Dan Heng is brave and courageous and completely unflappable in the face of danger. He is ruthless and decisive in how he conducts himself, even when staring down the barrel of a gun. And through his efforts in Penacony, he shows the ability to put his life on the line and fight through overwhelming odds to save his once-in-a-lifetime companions.

No wonder Dan Heng caught Boothill's eye the way he did, no wonder the two of them were working together and bantering not even minutes after Boothill pulled a gun on him haha

[maddymoreau]

“I love watching you sleep. Testing how close I can get before you wake up. So far you've never stirred once.”

Commission by @saccharineheartx

[rainynightmoonlight]

Punch To Love || Yan Delinquent x GN Reader

Characters: Bone

Summary: School Delinquent wants your attention

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence

a/n: He's a softy. This is Jesse's rival.

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Yan Delinquent who doesn't really go to class. Only goes when he needs to keep himself from getting expelled. He doesn't want to worry his mom. Or his sister. He manages to keep his grades up enough too.

Yan Delinquent who meets you early on in the semester when a group project was assigned. He honestly wouldn't have thought you would pick him to be your partner, especially when the pink weirdo is stuck to your side.

Yan Delinquent who ends up putting in more effort than he thought he would have when with you. He's even more shocked when you take interest in him after, wanting to stay and get to know him. He's usually alone, so this is a complete switch to what he's used too.

Yan Delinquent who after a couple of weeks when the project finishes, can't seem to forget you. You were different. He liked that a lot. Whenever he smoked on campus, he imagined what it would be like to kiss you right after. Oh god he's screwed.

Yan Delinquent who denies he has the biggest crush ever on you. Sure he stalks you from a distance. Sure he wishes he could punch the pink weirdo. Sure he fights behind your back when someone insults you. But that's just because he's repaying your kindness. Nothing more.

Yan Delinquent who takes a lot of time to accept the fact that he's completely whipped for you. It only takes one of his buddies to point out how puppylike he is when you're around. It's embarrassing at first, but he's so happy.

Yan Delinquent who finds himself coming to the classes you share more often. He often finds himself also seeking out your help to study and on topics he doesn't understand. Man he relishes the disappointed look the pink weirdo has when you tell him that you had to study with someone else.

Yan Delinquent who loves staying late in the library with you. The smell of his coffee is a lot more calming than his cigarettes, but he can't help the cravings. He's trying so hard to fight them back to look more studious in front of you.

Yan Delinquent who gets harassed by the pink weirdo you call your best friend the day after. The pink haired boy is taking pictures of him and saying he could never be good enough. Well that may be true, but he would treat you so much better than your pink loving best friend.

Yan Delinquent who watches your best friend showcase the pictures he took of the delinquent smoking, cutting class, and beating up a not so defenseless student. In awe, he watches you deny your best friend's claims and actually show your trust in the delinquent. He needs you to marry him right now.

Yan Delinquent who hangs out with you a lot more now. He invites you to ditch class with him and leave campus with him. He even feels more comfortable to smoke around you. You don't judge, and it makes him so fuzzy, though if you express your distaste for the smell then he'll try to avoid doing so in front of you.

Yan Delinquent who gets interrogated by his mom about you. He's so embarrassed when he has to explain why he's so smiley now and that he's been more motivated when around you. She's so happy that he finally has a good influence in his life though. His litter sister is even more curious.

Yan Delinquent who runs into you outside of school when he takes his sister to the park. He gets all blushy and lets his sister run around the jungle gym when he talks to you. He's so different outside of school. He's so much softer and less broody.

Yan Delinquent who has to stop his little sister from embarrassing him when she sees you. She asks you so many questions and if you're the person that he was telling his mom about. You were flattered, and she became so attached to you.

Yan Delinquent who is so good at hiding the fact that he gets into fights for you. Sure he gets a few cuts and bruises, but it's so easy to lie. Some bitch was encouraging on his area and he was defending himself. Your naivety is his best friend at this point.

Yan Delinquent who comes to you when he does get injured. Your hands are so delicate when handling him, he can't help but blush when your fingers feel like feathers against his skin. It alleviates all pain he feels. Even when it's just a small paper cut, and you're putting on a silly cartoon band-aid on it.

Yan Delinquent who becomes surprisingly whiny when you won't treat his wounds. What do you mean he doesn't need a band-aid and your gentle touch when bumps something against a door? Maybe you should kiss it better and he'll stop whining.

Yan Delinquent who threatens freely. He will glare and snarl at anyone who tries to get close to you. The only one bold enough to never back down is that pink haired weirdo. He can't stand him! Though he can't express his distaste for your best friend.

Yan Delinquent who introduces you to his mom after she pesters him enough. He brings you over to dinner and has to sit through so many embarrassing questions and anecdotes. He did not need you to know that he cried when he was 5 because Santa didn't bring him what he wanted for Christmas.

Yan Delinquent who is very clearly becoming your guard dog. Scary boyfriend privileges. He can't help but want to keep you safe. You're a pure rarity in his world, and he'll be damned if he loses it. Especially to that pink haired weirdo who is trying so hard to keep you two apart.

Yan Delinquent who finally throws hands with the pink weirdo. Both take and deliver punches like no tomorrow until you come to break up the fight. Now, they're both sitting in the nurse's office glaring at each other with you taking care of both of them. It would have been a dream if that cute prick wasn't here ruining his day.

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

I hate the take that alt right freaks like The Boys because the narrative keeps rewarding Homelander. The narrative does not reward Homelander. The narrative acknowledges that Homelander is the most powerful being on earth who can and will get everything he wants, he doesn't need to be "rewarded"; that's what makes him scary as fuck. What's more, the narrative actively bullies Homelander showcasing that despite being so powerful he's a weirdo that collects his pubic hair, drinks breasts milk, can't connect with the only person that he cares about and despite having everything remains deeply unhappy. This man is miserable. It's a viewers' problem if they see the ability to kill anyone as an ultimate W.

[alexthebordercollie]

Ford's autism

K so I don't think I need to defend the interpretation Ford is on the spectrum. People make jokes about him being autistic all the time. We all see it. What I want to do here is sort of connect together some character details and examine them through the lense of my own autistic experiences.

I wanna start with his hands. It's an observation I've seen from multiple people that Ford is insecure about his hands and often hides them behind his back or in his pockets. And yeah, he is obviously insecure about them. He even mentions his six fingers at times when they aren't really relevant to anything. It just showcases the space this physical deviation of his takes up in his mind. And yes, it makes sense that he's insecure about them because he was bullied for them growing up. I want to add to this observation.

Ford would have been bullied regardless.

The problem was never really his hands. When you're on the spectrum people around you can tell that you're weird. Uncanny. Something is different and feels wrong about you to NT people, especially kids. They will pick any shallow superficial thing they can find as an excuse to bully you and justify the sense of revulsion they feel around you but can't articulate. If Ford had been born with normal hands they just would have made fun of him for something else, it would have been his glasses, or the movies he liked, or hell maybe some good old-fashioned antisemitism. Literally, any excuse they could find.

I know growing up I tried for years to change the things about me that I was made fun of for and it never made things any better. The bullying never stopped. "Fixing" things about myself didn't work because the thing that was actually "broken" was something fundamental to who I am. That realization as a kid was soul-crushing. That there was nothing I could do that would ever make me "normal", that would ever make people like me. I felt like an alien born on the wrong planet.

Ford continues to latch onto his hands as a sore spot because they're something simple and obvious he can point to as an excuse for why he's so outcast. He probably knows by this point that the hands aren't actually the problem. I'd argue this journal entry and his comment about "another failed social interaction" shows that he's aware his hands aren't actually the problem. But, it is a lot easier to fixate on those than to dwell directly on that sinking feeling that at the core of you're being you are fundamentally weird, wrong, unlovable. Ford's a genius. If his polydactyly bothered him that much he could have removed the extra digits. The hands aren't the problem, they're a symbol of a more fundamental kind of pain.

Looking at it through this context also makes the gloves Fiddleford gives him an extra sweet gift given what they represent. A kind of wholehearted acceptance of who Ford is and even a willingness to adapt to his unique needs just to show him love and affection. I think something that hurts me so much about their relationship is that Ford had someone who very clearly loved him as is and would have never wanted him to be someone or something else, and Ford was too stubborn to fully appreciate that.

The same is true of Stanely by the by. He never had a problem with his brother being weird. Another relationship with someone who loved Ford as is but who Ford took for granted. He needs these kinds of relationships in his life. People who embrace and accept him for the weirdo he is. He needs them desperately, which gets me to my next point.

Ford's ego. So it's also a common observation that Ford has a massive ego. He's kind of an ass, to put it mildly. But I have had someone in conversation frame it like the pressure to prove themselves was just on Stanley and Ford just spent his whole life being hyped up and told he was hot shit. This isn't true, or at least it's a flattening of his experiences.

Ford was praised for his genius. This is true. But his own father only gave a shit when said genius showed signs of netting material gains for the family. It only mattered cause Ford could be useful. Furthermore, this genius never netted him social acceptance from his peers growing up. He was still a bullied, weirdo, loser most of his childhood. Add that seeing Stanley kicked out would have drilled into Ford's head that if he couldn't make something out of himself his family wouldn't want him either. Stan was an unspoken threat of what this family does to failures.

Gonna bring up my own personal experiences again. Having set the stage for how it feels growing up on the spectrum. That feeling of alienness that you can't really explain. I loved to write and draw from a very young age. Moreover, as I got older I realized that when I drew, people were nice to me. The only time I got social acceptance was when people were admiring or praising me for my art. So I did it more and more, I devoted myself feverishly to my art. I loved it anyway and would have hyper-fixated on it regardless but the positive reinforcement turned art from something I loved to a need. I NEEDED to be an artist. I needed to be the best at my school. I needed all eyes on my work because it was the only way I could make friends. The only way I could prove that I had value. That I deserved a place in society.

I see that in Ford. I see his ego not as shallow narcissism but as an overwhelming need to prove his value as a person. To be loved and accepted and believing that no one will want him if he isn't brilliant. If he doesn't change the world. If he isn't useful. This is also why he couldn't bring himself to destroy his research even knowing it was the safest and most responsible option. Burning down everything he worked for would mean finally giving up on the fantasy of ever being accepted or valuable.

The sad thing is he's so single-mindedly fixated on this personal goal of proving his worth to the world that when people do come along that love him unconditionally he takes them for granted. These people are statistical anomalies in his life. Nice to have around, but not enough to fix the bigger problem. They aren't reflective of society at large. They aren't enough to prove that he, personally, is loveable. Just that on occasion he meets another weirdo. For a while it's nice. Like a campfire in a barren tundra. But he has to keep moving, he can't stay. Warmer lands are ahead if he can just get to them. If he can just keep moving.

This also is why Ford was so susceptible to Bill. Bill told Ford what he wanted to hear. That he was destined for greatness. That, the fundamental wrongness he felt all his life was something incredible other people just couldn't see. Bill promised Ford exactly what he wanted, but not what he actually needed. Ford never needed the world at large to accept him. He just needed a few good people.

I also think his chemistry with Bill was connected to his autistic experiences as well. Bill is literally an alien. There's no pressure to mask around him. To try and "act normal". Ford can just be himself with Bill and not have to think about it. And sure, he could be himself around Fiddleford, but Fidds is still human. The anxieties of human social expectations are still present. Like when Fidds get him a gift for the holidays and Ford feels a bit guilty that it didn't even occur to him to do the same. He doesn't have to think about these social nuances with Bill.

That said I'm sure Bill isn't what his world would have considered neurotypical anyway. Not that Ford would know that. But Bill was also a strange freak in his own society. Just as outcast, possibly more so. I think Bill sees a bit of his own experiences reflected in Ford. I think he relates to him on a level. Not that he would ever admit it outright due to his own ego. I think Bill's fixation on him after the breakup also stems from Ford rejecting the path that Bill chose for himself. Bill still lives with some sort of deeply repressed guilt for what he did. Imagine how validating it would have been to see someone else like him burn their own world to the ground for the same reasons Bill did. But no, Ford's a better man than him, and Bill can't stand it.

Ok, I don't know how to end this long-ass monologue so I'm gonna call it here I guess. I just wanted to spill some thoughts of mine about Ford as a character. If anyone else wants to add to this with other examinations of Ford's character through this lense go right ahead. I'm just saying as an autistic person myself I understand every choice Ford made. I could relate to why he did the things he did even if I know those were mistakes and even acknowledging that he's kind of an asshole. Ford is a strange man who makes an eerie amount of sense to me.

[multiheadcanons]

EVERYONE LOVES ENGINEER!

scout: aw, he loves that two by two son of a bitch! he’s fun enough to bother, but he doesn’t mean to exclusively be a jerk to the guy. engie and him don’t interact often, but on his good days they get along really well! as long as scout doesn’t bug him too much, and doesn’t follow engie like a dog, they get along just fine!

soldier: they get along quite well! frankly, when it’s just them two, engie really likes soldier. he can tell the man when it’s time to calm down, and soldier respects engineer and listens. and he likes that! their humors occasionally are very similar, but both of them have to be in joking moods, which engie rarely is; and both of them have to be feeling real breezy, which soldier rarely is.

pyro: pyro. loves. engie. if it was societally acceptable to set the people you love on fire live in 4k and not just the people you wanted dead that man would currently be slowly rotating on a spit, getting a nice crisped skin for pyro to take a nice bite out of. engie is only marginally offset by pyro’s… odder showcases of their appreciation and gratitude; but he loves that little weirdo. if anything, he knows it’s never a dull day with them around. and pyro also is someone who can go off of engie’s very direct social cues and behave accordingly. the autistic leading the autistic, if you will.

demo: aw, engie can make him blush sometimes. the reaction he gets from the texan with a well timed defense of the man’s nest is downright cute; the way his face just fills with relief. demo clowns him about it sometimes, asking if he needs a minute to himself. but the texan knows how to play a game. some of the things that man has responded with gets demo screeching and kicking his feet. they’re two little freaks (positive) together.

heavy: heavy appreciates engineer’s contributions to the team, genuinely! engie is intelligent, innovative, creative, humorous, self-reliant, and much easier to get along with than some other… geniuses on the team. but it’s what he misses in the texan. he never gets to see engineer at his worst, and that’s very purposeful on engie’s part. and heavy registers that. so he never feels as close, or that he knows the texan as well as he may think he does sometimes. he hears the rumors.

medic: see, medic likes engineer. a lot. really finds that they have more in common than the texan ever wants to admit that they do. and it’s because of that that engie avoids that man like the plague. the idea that medic finds any semblance in him makes engie wonder if he’s even doing the right thing. because he doesn’t believe in god, but he knows that man is going to hell. and engie has discarded a lot of morals to do the work he does. he’s come to many hard truths about himself to do what he does best: build futuristic devices that both provide and take life from others. it makes him sick. maybe he should talk to the doctor more.

sniper: sniper likes engineer until engineer starts acting weird. then he gets bad sniper vibes and has to get out of dodge. once engie starts talking about “what ifs” and hypotheticals he knows it’s time to go. he will, however, double back around to see the aftermath. it’s funny when it blows up in his face sometimes. he’ll share a beer with the guy if he offers! or if the texan mentions “i could go for a walk” you know he knows that the texan knows that we all know what that means.

spy: spy has what one could call a love/hate relationship with engineer. they both get along very well. respectful gentlemen with their own very societally acceptable forms of etiquette! most people would fold in a room with one of them alone. but their superiority complexes clash in a way that wouldn’t seem feasible. they see through the other’s niceties. which, fair, anyone is put on edge knowing that you’re fake. but that’s the game they elect to play with each other. and spy has this higher understanding of it that engie is not even considering; that there are times when they do get along, and they get along quite well! but if neither one of them is really willing to be open to the other, that’s a character defining trait they’re both choosing to fallback on to maintain security in themselves. but he’ll keep playing. he has nothing better to do. and his attempts to get to know the man more is met with suspicion. oh well.

[str0yberries]

Aoi's (possible) MDD diagnosis

MDD, phonetics [em-di-di], refers to Major Depressive Disorder also known as clinical depression. It’s a mental disorder characterized by at least two weeks of pervasive low mood, low self-esteem and loss of interest in things previously enjoyed. So when I saw a few TBHK fans say the MDD diagnosis doesn't apply because the BPD one applies more, I have to take them up on the challenge!! Just to clarify one last time, I agree with the BPD diagnosis, but pushing off the MDD entirely out of the equation is simply reckless. Let's go ahead and refer to Canon media for pre-timeline Aoi (given we know close to nothing to the new timeline Aoi!)

Criterion A needs to meet 3 requirements: 5 or more of the following symptoms, Occur for at least 2 weeks and At least (1) or (2) must be present.

1. Depressed mood indicated either by subjective report (e.g., feels sad, empty or irritable) or observation made by others (e.g., appears tearful)  Aoi's mood is something she masks. As you read the proof I've provided underneath each symptom, you'll see Aoi's "sadness" and feeling easily hurt always ties back. She is a petty character, and petty character will, undeniably, make themselves miserable. This is an exemple of her aggressively lashing out at Akane (by this point, the drug has dissipated, for context to those that might've forgotten.)

2. Markedly diminished interest or pleasure in all, or almost all, activities most of the day, nearly every day (as indicated either by subjective account or observation made by others) Anhedonia. Aoi is known at the start of the manga as Nene's best friend and her gardening club buddy. While the manga has never explicitly detailed her love for gardening, there is a scene in chapter 59 where Aoi asks Akane to take a walk in the garden with her, which he declines (but that's besides the point) which shook her. This suggests a possible connection to her love to plants and gardens, but it's not a clear indication of a love for gardening itself. Aoi's other interests, such as her love for raspberry pie, giraffes, and quiet winter nights, are more explicitly mentioned, but here, she looks so gloomy to flowers especially considering her interest rapidly grows the second Hakubo destroys it accidentally (please refer to the 9th symptom).

3. Significant weight loss when not dieting or weight gain (e.g., a change of more than 5% of body weight in a month) or a considerable appetite change. N/A, the manga does not focus enough on Aoi to point this out. 4. Insomnia or hypersomnia nearly every day. N/A, the manga does not focus enough on Aoi to point this out. 5. Psychomotor agitation or retardation (observable by others, not merely subjective feelings of restlessness or being slowed down) When Aoi was kidnapped by Shinigami-san (Hakubo), she didn't react quickly or wiggle out as desperately as she wished. Seemingly slowed down. Although it only was showcased once, it is important to mention that Nene and Akane are much more panicked than her. Her mind is obviously telling her to move, get away, get out of this situation, but seemingly her body isn't following. Her instinct to live isn't moving according to her obvious will to get out. Even when Akane grabbed her, she doesn't react, her body slowing her down.

6. Fatigue or loss of energy nearly every day N/A, the manga does not focus enough on Aoi to point this out. 7. Feelings of worthlessness or excessive self-deprecation or inappropriate guilt (which may be delusional) nearly every day  Aoi seems to experience this inappropriate amount of guilt and take things Nene does personally instead of thinking the obvious: Her best friend is a weirdo. This could be excused with the fact she cannot see Supernaturals. Regardless, it led her immediately to presume Nene hated her. She also shows excessive self-deprecation when talking about herself to Akane, claiming if she married him, he'd be disappointed.

8. Diminished ability to think or concentrate, or indecisiveness, (either by subjective account or as observed by others) Aoi isn't a character that showcases her indecisiveness. She can be stubborn like any other human being and she's prideful, but when it comes to Akane, she is known to be indecisive whether to indulge him or let him go (because she doesn't think he truly loves her). That's why I look at this symptom and just want to scream "I SEE IT!! I SEE IT!!" But I can't find any proof besides this panel in chapter 68 when she's making an all-time decision between leaving him behind or staying with him.

9. Recurrent thoughts of death (not just the craving or fear of dying), recurrent suicidal ideation, or a suicide attempt or specific plan for committing suicide Aoi is an interesting character. Not only is she ACTIVELY interested in the occult and horror stories (when initially she claimed it was only because Nene liked them) but she thinks about death more than the main character who is plagued and doomed by the storyline due to her short lifespan. Here are a few examples of her expression softening, or even how peaceful she looks when death faces her.

Criterion B: The symptoms cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning. Canonly, it causes impairment in the social department of Aoi's life as Akane annotated. She struggles with making viable and long-lasting meaningful relationships due to not putting in energy to reach out first to individual.

Criterion C: Exclusion criteria- Not due to another mental disorder (e.g., bipolar), medical condition or drug. Note that there can be another mental disorder, but then this becomes a depressive episode, and therefore not Major Depressive Disorder. Here it's arguable on whether or not she fulfills this criteria. The version of the manga I have doesn't clearly state she was drugged, plus, quite a bit of her behaviour came out despite the drugging, which is why I decided to still put them down in this diagnosing. On top of it, no canon mental disorder is confirmed for Aoi (even if BPD is very much implied).

Take this with a grain of salt, I do think Aoi has BPD with traits of MDE (Major depressive episode - otherwise known as High functioning long-term depression). This was only a fun revision for my psychology class on why it isn't entirely inconceivable for Aoi to have MDD. Feel free to provide more proof or even just tell me if you think I'm wrong on a symptom. I had a ton of fun making this!

[phyrestartr]

Easy Prey (An Underestimation) | Miguel x M!Reader

Brother's BFF Miguel! x Male!Reader W/C: 3.2k

#NSFW, college party, cringe dirty talk, butt plugs, bussy loading, alcohol usage, pot usage, vaping, reader is a little shit, miguel gets got, fluff, it's kinda cute tho, consensual sex, car sex

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"Who is that?" Miguel asked over the howl of party-goers and blasted music. He held his shitty beer in one hand, and a weird concoction of juice, something and…something suspicious in his other hand. Lyla really knew how to embody college in her get-togethers. 

Sebastian glanced at who Miguel gestured to with the tilt of a chin, and he burst into drunken laughter. 

"Dude. No. Nooo no no, nope. That's–nope," he answered, very helpfully. "Just very no." 

Miguel rolled his eyes as his best friend's girl kissed her man, and stole away Miguel's chance of learning just who the alt weirdo lounging on the couch was. Christ, people in love were so fucking annoying. 

"Why, what's his baggage? Drug dealer? Academic dishonesty?" Miguel took a deep drink from the red solo cup and grimaced. "Fuck, what the hell is in this?" 

Sebastian let his girlfriend kiss his neck as he finally gave Miguel an answer. "That's my little brother, dipshit. You remember (Name)? I've only mentioned him like a thousand billion times." 

"Huh." Miguel sipped his beer this time. 

(Name). 

Yeah. Through the haze of booze and the boom of the bass, Miguel did recognize that name. He didn't know you had such a pretty face, though. 

Seb smacked his friend's shoulder. "He's sooo off-limits, dude, so off-limits." 

Miguel scoffed, brandishing an arrogant smirk on his handsome face. "Says who?" 

"Says me, you fucking whore–you're not going to stick your horse dick in my baby brother, you got that?" And he sounded serious, but Miguel didn't really care much. "Hey, hey, if you fuck him, I'm gonna rip your cock off and shove it up your ass and then light you on fire, Miguel. I'm so fucking serious."

"Baby," Seb's girl cooed, "why don't we go wind down a little, huh? I think you need to lay down and cool off." 

"Yeah, go lay down, Sebby," Miguel chided.

"I–but I–okay, I'm gonna go do a 'lil nappy nap," he started, letting his girl drag him away from his arch nemesis, "but when I come back, you better've not cum in my brother, you hear me, O'hara?" 

"Bye bye, sweet dreams," Miguel called instead of answering. He downed the cursed solo drink as soon as Sebastian was spirited away and made his way over to you. 

Miguel more or less brute forced his spot on the couch next to you, pushing between you and some other guy that was getting too handsy with his prey. The other guy threw half-assed complaints and curses at Miguel, but one simple condescending glance had him backing off. Hah. So weak. 

"Woah, you really just–just made a spot for yourself, hey?" You said, earning his attention back. "Kinda hot. Really hot. You're hot." 

Miguel smirked as he looked you over. He liked the sound of your voice, and the lazy, relaxed gaze you met him with. Normally, he didn't go for the softcore scene type, but the black nails suited you, as did the ring showcasing your septum. 

"Couldn't ignore a damsel in distress," Miguel leaned in to say before he slipped his arm along the back of the couch. "I'm Miguel. Miguel O'hara." 

"Cool. You fuck guys?" You licked your lips and, oh god, was that the gleam of a tongue stud he saw?

Excitement bubbled in Miguel's gut. "Straight to the point, huh? I like that." He finished off his beer and set the can down to focus on you. "I fuck anyone with a pretty face."

"Oh. Wow. Damn." He watched your leisurely fingers touch all up and down his body. The firm pushes and soft pinches were left in the right places, like you'd done this before to other men. Miguel figured he was probably the best specimen you'd ever laid eyes on.

And then you kissed him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Somehow, it did feel natural, like you'd been dating for years and had done this a million times before, but still drowned in the excitement of one another. 

Miguel anchored one hand to your waist while the other freely travelled from your shoulder to your neck to the side of your face. He jolted when your fidgety hand slid down to his clothed cock and gave a hearty squeeze. Damn, you really were straight to the point. 

But the way you kissed was another story--you took your time, licking deep into his mouth and prodding behind every tooth to commit Miguel's mouth to memory. You made the sweetest noises, too, reacting to however Miguel decided to taste along the top of your mouth, how he bit your tongue lightly to stop it from leaving him. It'd been so long since Miguel had a partner like you. 

"Let's take this somewhere else," Miguel whispered into your skin while his hands started to wander to your hips, your waist, your legs. "Unless you're an exhibitionist freak." 

"Woooah, you'd fuck me right here if I wanted? And they say chivalry is dead." Miguel laughed something genuine, only cutting off when you kissed him. "But no, no, I like gettin' messy in privacy." 

"Then let's get messy."

Miguel picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder. The choked half-laugh, half-squawk you let out earned you a sharp slap on the ass as he stole you away to eat you whole, like a jaguar dragging its kill up into a tree for a little privacy. 

He could navigate Lyla's house easily, expertly dodging the flailing limbs and spilling drinks of party-goers as he searched for somewhere quiet to take his prize. But every room he checked had its own lust-crazed college students busy fucking or about to get things started. 

You piped up from your spot on Miguel's shoulder, though, suggesting the perfect place to fuck: your truck. 

"Pretty big," Miguel commented as you both rushed to fold down the back seats to make more room for playtime. 

"Mmmn, I like big." You slammed the boot closed before shuffling back to him. "Bigger is better." 

Miguel grinned wolfishly before pinning you down. "Glad you understand." 

You helped him pull everything off of you from the waist down before you yanked him back in for another sloppy, drunken kiss. His hands, broad and calloused from years of lifting weights, felt up every inch of exposed skin, from your waist, to your thighs, to the powerful curve of your calves, and back up again. Admittedly, he didn't expect you to be in-shape. You weren't built like your brother, a buff, tall meathead; you were built more like a runner: slim, toned, agile.

"Wait, wait, wait," you gasped when Miguel's kisses started migrating lower and lower. The man looked up at you, brow quirked, impatience tugging down the corner of his mouth. "I wanna–" 

"Nope," Miguel cut in.

"Whaaat? I just–'M not allowed to feel you up–? I wanna see your muscles," you whined.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Don't care."

Miguel ignored your drunken complaints while he focused on getting you prepped and ready for his own satisfaction. Sure, he liked letting his prizes fawn over him, obsess over his muscles and leave feverish touches on his tawny skin, but time was of the essence; who knew when your brother would roll up and ruin things? 

He leaned back up and stuck his fingers into your mouth for a few, rude thrusts before yanking them out and easing your legs open so–oh. 

A twinkling, pink, heart-cut gem winked at him in greeting, and a jolt of excitement went straight to Miguel's straining cock. He swallowed as he watched it flicker and gleam with every little shift of your impatient hips. Part of him wanted to leave it in. But the worse side of him wanted to yank it out, and give it something to hold in. 

"What's this?" He asked, patronizingly as he gave the plug a bit of a tug. "Guess you are a freak, huh?" Miguel asked in a rich, smokey tone. 

But instead of getting embarrassed and shrinking away like he expected, you just wiggled your ass tauntingly. 

"'S a buttplug," you said matter-of-factly. "Wanted to get laid t'night." You reached your mischievous hand down between your legs and drummed two fingers against the crystalline base. "Stuffed lube in first. Makes hookin' up fast 'n easy," you explained as you gripped the heart and started to tease the plug free. Miguel's hand caught your wrist before you could get very far. 

"And people call me a degenerate," he laughed. Miguel pulled your hand away and took over, watching with rapt attention as the silvered metal plug started to emerge. "But you're just…somethin' else." 

You mewled softly and your thighs tensed the slightest bit when the plug slipped out before a generous amount of lube oozed from your emptied hole. Miguel eagerly scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back inside. Knowing him and his size, he'd need every last drop. 

"People call you a degenerate?" You said through a snorted laugh. "Why? You're like–you're so–" you gasped in the same way a 90's horror final girl would when you caught sight of The Thing being pulled from Miguel's pants, "--b-big. Wow. Big. Can I take a pic?" 

"What? What do you–can you–no, Christ." He sighed as he stroked himself with your slick and didn't waste much time with foreplay or warming up before mounting you again. "Think you might be worse than me after all, you know that?" 

"Probably am." You squirmed a little under his body as he caged you in, his thick arms bracing on either side of your head, and his hard, heavy chest looming above you as he got his massive frame comfortable in the trunk of your truck. It was insane to think that, even with the seats down and nothing in the way, Miguel still almost didn't fit. Part of you kind of thought he might weigh more than the car, too. Hm. 

But finally, finally, Miguel dragged the hot tip of his cock against your soft, pliant entrance before jamming himself inside with a blissed-out sigh. 

"Fuck," he breathed before pulling out the slightest bit and pressing in deeper again, and again, and again, until he bottomed out. His nerves flared when your hand slipped down to your own weeping length and stroked yourself, selfishly chasing your high with no regard for Miguel. 

He scoffed, and bitterly refused to hold back. The pace started off brutal and fast, Miguel using you the same way you were using him. Annoyance fuelled his tempo. He didn't know why your lack of giving a shit aggravated him, but it did. And he didn't like it. 

But when he finally got a breathy, thin gasp out of you, he smirked. 

"Oh? Finally something out of you. Tch." He folded you in half and hiked your legs over his solid shoulders to drill into you harder. Another small sigh fuelled his ego. "You like that, huh? You like being bent up, outta sorts, fucked by a stranger at a party, huh? That get you off?" 

The ladies always crumpled under his heinous words and dirty talking; their expressions warped into something pathetic and embarrassed, they'd make the worst discount pornstar noises, or they'd cum right on the spot. It was a great thing, a beautiful thing, something that Miguel prided himself with quite a bit. 

So why were you shaking with bottled laughter? 

Miguel's eye twitched. "What's so funny?" 

"Y-you just–you talk like you watch too much porn–! I'm just s-saying, man, this is kinda wild." A confusing mix of laughs and gasps punched out of your lungs as your back started to arch. "I-It's making it hard to cum–" 

"Shut up, just shut up–you're making me regret this," Miguel bit out, trying to hasten his pace to finish up and leave you in the dust. "I didn't know you were so fucking annoying." 

You moaned sweetly as he nailed that sweet spot of yours perfectly, before never hitting it again. "Awe, boo hoo, gonna cry 'cause I think your dirty talk's cringe? Life is sooo hard–" you squeaked as he pulled back and out abruptly. Your legs clattered to the ground and you barked out another hyena laugh as Miguel moved to tuck himself away with the most unreal sour expression you'd ever seen. 

"Hey, hey, hey, don't give up," you cooed. "Come on, you know you wanna finish the job. I'm so submissive." 

"I fucking can't with that fucking annoying fucking mouth of yours," Miguel grumbled before spitting bars of Spanish at you. 

Feeling a rush of energy, you tackled him as well as you could in your truck, and managed to wrestle that hulk onto his back. He was glaring at you when you finally managed to straddle him, but in a sort of embarrassed-mad way, not a real pissed off look. Still, you had to test the waters. 

"Off," Miguel said. 

"Woah, woah, woah, I can do the whole dirty talk thing if you want," you bartered. 

"No. Off." 

"Come on," you whined before leaning down to his ear and dropping your voice down into a dripping dark chocolate, "you're such a good boy, Miguel, let me treat you right." 

And with a greedy little wriggle of your hips against his stiffy, Miguel was doomed. 

"Fucking–fine, you little–" but he couldn't finish that thought, not when he suddenly found himself plunged back into your tight heat. 

"Bah, come on," you prodded as you rocked your hips at a selfish, primal pace. "Say it if it gets you off." 

With a mind of their own, Miguel's hips jolted up to meet your downwards momentum, and a near animalistic cry hoarsely tore through your throat. And once again, Miguel couldn't help the jerk of his pelvis grinding up against you–you were proving to be too much. 

"Fuck," you gasped. You stroked yourself again, now faster and with the broken tempo of your chaotic coupling. "You like being dominated? That it? Told what to do 'n then get some praise for being so, so good?" The laugh you let out could only be labelled evil. "Mmmn, that's hot." 

But Miguel couldn't speak, not through his mind blanking bright white every time your bodies crashed together. Even when he tried to speak, only gasps and pathetic moans and pleas slipped out of him, suddenly begging you to fuck him harder, to make him finish, to let him cum inside of you and mark you as taken for the night. Reality felt so far away and numb, even when he knocked his head against the ground as he came.

You felt his nails bite your sides as liquid heat filled in the space where Miguel couldn't reach. Miguel's teeth clenched together with an audible clack as you laughed at him, riding him for all he was worth, using him past the point of over stimulation without a care in the world. 

"Shit," you moaned quietly, then chanted it over and over, breathing faster and harder as you pushed yourself towards the edge. But you were a little shit, so of course you scrambled to push up Miguel's shirt just before you finished, just in time to streak sticky white webs of cum onto those well-defined abs of his. 

Miguel finally caught a break. He held you in a vice grip, not trusting you to behave while you both calmed down and fought to steady your breathing. Your fingers trailed across his stomach and abdomen, tracing the dips and curves of hardwork and dedication, and also smearing trails of your spend on him. 

"I've decided. I hate you. So, so much," Miguel said. He let his eyes fall closed again as he accepted his fate. 

You laughed, more amused and playful than mean and mocking this time, and drummed your fingers against his sticky skin. "Yeah. Fair. Kudos to you for being a good sport, though." You paused for a moment. "Wanna get high?" 

"Yes." 

Shockingly, you were quite good with the aftercare; you took it upon yourself to clean the both of you up with a plethora of wet wipes, paying special attention to the mess you'd made on Miguel's stomach and leaving no trace behind on him. As for yourself, you stuffed the silver plug back into your ass and called it a day, only really needing to clean up any sin that'd escaped your insides. 

You both more or less got dressed, and then you hit the vape. Miguel wasn't a stranger to Mary J, but he didn't often vape. He was used to messy blunts rolled by idiots like your brother, but admittedly, he kind of liked this more. 

"It's not bad," Miguel remarked as he examined the silvery pen. "Lot less…y’know." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get what you mean." You stretched languidly across Miguel's lap, and plucked the pen from his fingers. You took a deep, lazy drag while your newfound friend exhaled a cloud of vapor. "Smoke works better for hot boxing, though. Blunts do, I mean." 

Miguel hummed, lost in the haze of his thoughts, warmed by the buzzing in the back of his skull and your weight across his lap. His fingertips dipped beneath your clothes, absent-mindedly seeking comfort in the heat of your body in his lap. His broad palm pressed flat against your stomach, and you rested your smaller hand over his. 

"You think the, uh, the chick who owns this place is gonna freak if I crash here?" You asked before crafting a few smoke rings. "'M toootally fucked up. Driving's a no-no." 

"Lyla won't care," Miguel said with a yawn. "She's a witch, but not a psycho bitch." 

"Hah. You know her?" 

"She's basically my sister. Unfortunately." Miguel huffed and shook his head.

"Oh, cool, cool. She's fire. Like her. Really chill, but in, like, a smart way," you rambled. 

"Pretty good way to put it." Miguel smiled. 

"Yeah? Yeah. I'm kinda smart sometimes, too. Not super smart, but, y'know, selectively smart." You nodded and stretched again with a yawn. "That's how I bag hot guys. Like you, I guess. But this was more fun. You're more fun 'n a better sport than most guys I mess with." 

Miguel stared at the foggy windows. Fun. That's what he was thinking, too. He never had the chance to smoke a joint or indulge in aftercare with most of his one night stands, but it's not like he'd gone out of his way to make that happen, either. He'd never really had a partner mock him either, though. You were kinda weird. But in a good, fun way. 

"Yeah. I had fun," Miguel admitted. When his eyes slid back to you, you were grinning, and a sweet dusting of strawberry powder lit up your soft cheeks. Miguel couldn't help his own smile. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

"Oh. Cool, cool." 

"Wanna go out with me?" The question caught Miguel by surprise, too. He didn't really commit to people. He didn't really become exclusive with people. But hey, people changed. 

You fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Mmn, what's in it for me?" 

"Bragging rights." Miguel smirked. "You know how many people want me?" 

"Hmm." 

He huffed, now, your skepticism doing a number on his ego. "I–well what do–you'd get dick, big dick, get chauffeured around, I'd pay for dates–" 

"Would you go see a musical with me if I asked?" 

Ah. The ultimate test. 

"...Yes." 

"'Kay. We're gonna go see Grease tomorrow night–uh, tonight. Technically." 

A grin split Miguel's face and ached his cheeks. "Alright." 

You smiled back. "Alright." 

"Just don't tell your brother." 

"Lame."

[flicklikesstuff]

How about rambling about your top favorite Epithet characters?

Uh oh, I’m afraid you’ve unleashed a great beast my poor, poor Anon….. But if you insist :)

Introducing My Top 5 Favs:

AND full doodle page ;)

(⚠️HUGE EE Spoilers below⚠️)

1. Rick Shades

UGHHHHHHHHH. LOVE this man 💖💖 A pathetic and pitiful wizard dude with one of the coolest epithets! My favourite bit of him is that he’s introduced as some creepy weirdo who sounds like he’d backstab you BUT turns out to be a really fcked up guy with no social skills and genuinely really does want friends. I LOVE it when stories twist expectations for a character and Epithet Erased just keeps doing it a lot.

While Rick is mostly silly and used as comedy relief through POP really, his tragic backstory adds in so much depth and the narration treats the horrors he went through with respect. Chapter 8 has repeatedly dug my grave each time I listen to it. I’m going insane with any Rick/Toidei thoughts. There’s so much I could say about how his traumatic childhood affected him so much and how it shows through his mannerisms and behaviour that we’d be here all day. (Oh wait- I’ve already indulged into his character in like 4 posts.)

Anyways, in general, I would offer my soul to the scary magic man and treat him to a nice day at the beach.

2. Dr. Sylvester Ashling

Sylvie was the reason I got into Epithet Erased in the first place 😂. My favourite thing about him is his DESIGN and POWERS. The swirls and cloud/sheep motif looks sick and his epithet showcase in the museum arc is beyond awesome. Like omfg, it’s just so genuinely amazing to look at.

He seems fun to bully, especially with that pretentious grown-up attitude he puts up. But underneath that, Sylvie’s character is just depressing to the point where it’s intriguing for me. The choice they made to quickly grow up and skip childhood? I wonder what made them decide to do that. Despite what he says, Sylvie really just wants someone to talk to and he really does care for people. He’s just scared to loosen up and become vulnerable in front of anyone.

Sylvie wanting friends but having trust issues and not knowing how to make some? Honestly, what a mood-

I got too insanely happy hearing his short little cameo in POP, even though they weren’t around for too long. He was in there waiting and looking for his only friend awwwwww.

3. Molly Blyndeff

Molly my CHILD 🥺🥺!! Her bear motif is adorable and her character arc within the museum is so wholesome and satisfying to watch. Reading POP just cemented her as my top 3rd fav because her inner dialogue and way of thinking hit way too close to home for me. I was so close to tears many times throughout and I just LOVE her.

Molly just overall learning to stand up for herself and making it very clear she’s no longer taking any sh*t? She’s the character I wished my younger self got to know earlier because it’s what she would’ve needed at the time.

4. Giovanni Potage

Is it much of a surprise he’s in my top 5? Why wouldn’t I like this total sweetheart who would lift the earth for his minions? I adore how he has like one of the lamest-sounding epithets but his insane level of creativity makes up for it completely. I also really found his unique view on bad guys really interesting. The stark contrast between being evil but also absolutely wholesome makes for a great character I love seeing interact with everyone!

Hoping he gets some sort of character arc though. So far, he’s still the same Gio we know from the beginning and it would be very interesting to see him go through a struggle or make tough decisions.

5. Ramsey Murdoch

Haha funny ratman. As I’ve mentioned before, my expectations for him were twisted and I LOVED it. My fav character in the Redwood Run Arc because poor dude isn’t allowed to catch a break. Even outside the show within the streams, he gets absolutely bullied by the plot. This is entirely what he gets for being 1 of 2 people (the other is Molly) that have the braincell to question the bizarreness of….well, everything.

Ramsey is an impressively intelligent character who just has the hilarious misfortune of having things almost never go his way. He’s entirely the reason he and Percy manage to survive Zora and he STILL gets screwed over by getting arrested. Anyways, yes. I love his dynamic with Percy being a subversion of the typical buddy cop trope. Looking forward to having more of him in the next book: Sweet Escape :33

…………..

If you haven’t noticed already, this ask led me to go through multiple trials of tests to see which brushes and colouring process I prefer digitally.

Rick’s was my first attempt and it’s just… terribly basic really. I wasn’t used to Procreate at that point 😅.

Sylvie’s was next and after watching basic tutorial videos, I turn to really like the colouring style I did for them. Wasn’t fond of the rough outline though.

Gio’s was the exact opposite of what I’ve done with Sylvie. While I liked how it popped out in a comic-style kind of way, I wasn’t a fan of the solid shading.

For Ramsey’s, I was a lot closer to finding out my preferences. I pretty much just combined what I liked from Sylvie and Gio’s drawings. Softer shading and a smoother, thicker outline.

Molly’s was my last attempt and one I’m heavily satisfied with! :D It’s the same as Ramsey’s, but I added a lot more detail to the eyes, coloured in some outlines and even added an overlay!

The whole trial and error process was so much fun and very much worth it too! X3 💖💖

[wolfertinger]

"Anon please

I think it's important to showcase what happens when a person dares to question something. Even if they're polite about it. This was under Salem's goth/masc women turned feminine trope post.

This is how they made their echo chamber fanbase. They chase off anybody normal the second they use their brain.

It's a perfect example of just how toxic Salem and Wis are in even the stupidest of cases. Wis didn't even need to butt her ass in but of course she did. And THEN she totally fucking vague posted about them in this post about concern trolling nazis. When they're absolutely right! Salem has talked positively about force femming his sona and very negatively about masc trans guys, I'd be confused too if I didn't know about this blog. These 2 probably do this on a daily basis but this caught my eye with Wis' vague post.

I've been sitting on this for a bit cause it's not that horrendous compared to what Sawyer and others went through but I feel like the more proof of how unhinged they are IN PUBLIC (don't pull that stalker shit Wis) the better.

They're just 2 people full of hate hiding it behind progressive words and their minority statuses. They can do no wrong and if they do you need to stfu you nazi!"

are they genuinely, incapable of seeing their own behaviors? what is this, if not just bullying, and harassing a smaller user. it takes 2 seconds to ignore someone, rather than dog piling them.

i have noticed, it almost seems salem, is attempting to rile up his followers, to keep them sycophantic as possible. how many times now, have we seen him reply to someone, and there are at least 2 other random weirdos, being rude and snide alongside him?

he is only encouraging this behavior, from his followers. he wants dogpilers, and people who will harass others, on his behalf.

[sam-keeper]

Hey Look At This... Comic? The Timekeepers of Eternity

Motion comics were a bit of a bust huh? Oh, there's examples here and there, especially when talking about independent weirdo hypercomics, of works that incorporated motion convincingly and compellingly, but most corporate offerings amounted to taking still images and having their panels slam across the screen, pile on top of each other arbitrarily, or fade into view one at a time accompanying voice acted lines--the worst of film, comics, and audiobooks combined. Easy enough to explain: paying people who work exclusively in print comics to do (or adapt) a "motion comic" just isn't going to result in much latitude or incentive for bold formal experimentation, nor does it play to the training of the artists handed the task.

On the other side, there's the real structure perverts, mad scientists of comics. They face the same problem as every other avant garde artist: how do you get paid? Where does your audience come from? Criticism for comics in general is underdeveloped; criticism for webcomics and hypercomics even more so. Launching what by necessity must be a more fine arts oriented career in what's still widely understood to be mass market commodities seems daunting, as does coaxing a mass audience out of its comfort zone.

It makes some sense, given all that, that one of the best showcases of the potential of motion comics would come not out of comics itself but the weird and heady film fan edit scene. Blessed with an abundance of material to work with (especially in the cases of franchises, miniseries, or films with extensive cut content or rereleased versions) fan editors have a latitude to screw around without having to produce a bunch of raw footage or drawings themselves (though, the nature of enthusiast projects does inspire people to do things like, say, redo all the special effects from Alien3).

There's certainly a mountain of frames to work with in the Langoliers miniseries from 1995. Probably an overabundance, actually. That's great for Aristotelis Maragkos, though, whose recut of the miniseries into the tight hour long experience The Timekeepers of Eternity needs a lot of raw matter.

I actually mean that literally: Timekeepers is a film produced by physically printing out photocopy versions of the miniseries' frames, manually altering them, re-photographing them, and re-cutting the audio to fit the new narrative. Its runtime is partially achieved by layering scenes onto each other, so actions happen in parallel, or characters expound on a subject while a pan of the environment fills in detail. Sometimes, astonishingly, footage of cloudy skies becomes an abstract 2001 style gradient as characters get lost in their own thoughts, or staring eyes from a close up rip eerily into a shot of a still landscape. What another compressing edit might discard, Maragkos collages back into the frame in unexpected ways.

This could be just a fun gimmick or novelty, and can occasionally come across as just a fun flourish on an otherwise kind of awkwardly acted and plotted original. But just as often Maragkos finds incredible possibilities in the strange hybrid medium. There's a shot early on of Toomey, the murderous time-obsessed business boy going through a breakdown, that blew my mind and immediately convinced me of the film's vision. Toomey, who pitched a tantrum when the plane failed to reach his board meeting in Boston, gets his nose nearly broken by another passenger. Outmatched, he retreats, resentfully, turning and walking back through the plane. As he does so, the film tears, creating a multiframe of instances of Toomey looking back, petulant tears in his eyes.

What happens when you turn a film into a comic in this way? In a static comic, splitting up this action into a series of "prolonger" panels helps clarify small movements and draw out the action, but in a film that's not really necessary. we can just watch that sequentially in time, like we do in real life. What else does this breakdown do in a comic? It can heighten a moment, suggest a psychological intensity, a kind of distending of time or hyperreality. Isn't that exactly what's happening for Toomey? He retreats, literally--we watch him do it. Yet he remains in place simultaneously, staring, seething. He might physically go, but psychologically he is still rooted in place, boiling over with anger at his rough treatment.

Shortly after this scene, we discover the textual rationale for Maragkos's bizarre aesthetic endeavor: Toomey has a bizarre tick of his own, am almost eroticized need to stim by tearing and shredding paper. As he sits and stews after another confrontation with the rest of the passengers, he tears at a magazine, and the screen tears too, layers of the frame peeling back to reveal other elements of the scene, so that his tearing becomes the ubiquitous context for the other characters talking about him and around him.

I have a lot more to say about this one so I'll cut the review short here and you can read the rest on my full blog. You can also read the rest of my Hey Look At This Comic reviews on tumblr, and support me on Patreon.

[tvckerwash]

watching people discover the fucked up science guy part of viktor's lore and then being like "we need to acknowledge that he's a fucked up science guy 😔" is so funny. like yeah, he is a fucked up science guy who thinks ethics committees are bullshit because in his mind having rights temporarily violated is perfectly fine if it means saving lives—especially when the ones condemning his beliefs don't offer what they consider to be an ethical alternative to fix the problem and simply let it continue to exist.

and yeah, he's a fucked up science guy who experimented on himself following a, quote: traumatic period of introspection. he had a mental breakdown, fell into a major depressive episode, and spending this horrible time of his life "alone in the depths" reinforced and radicalized his previous beliefs, and to showcase his beliefs (and to try and get rid of his emotions because of how overwhelming they were) he turned himself into a cyborg (and did in fact make himself worse in certain ways but ehh who cares /j).

and yeah, he's a fucked up science guy who gave a kid back alley anti anxiety meds so he could face down his bullies, but he did so after making him a cozy beverage, teaching him about the dangers of propaganda and baseless rumors, and having him scream into a megaphone to freak out said bullies because it was funny (not that he'd admit to finding it funny because then he'd have to admit to having emotions, and well he can't do that, no sir).

so yes, viktor is a fucked up science guy, but that's half his charm! he cares so much about helping people, but he's a weirdo and freak about it! though to be fair, in the city that also has a chemically enhanced werewolf (warwick), a sentient blob of goo (zac), a wind and water goddess (janna), and a literal war criminal who invented chemical warfare (singed), among many other wacky individuals, he's pretty normal all things considered! fucked up science is just a part of life in zaun, my dudes!

[emblemxeno]

Edelstan: The queerest lord in the franchise was born in the queerest month. Fork found in kitchen.

FE fan: This reads like Ike and Lyn erasure.

Edelstan: Oh my goooood! I already knowwww! This is NOT about them.

Amazing how now we dont only have to still deal with the Priam discourse, but now theres edelstans trying to erase the past games queer subtext and representstion. Its been 6 years, please, its time to stop. To celebrate a character being lgtbqia+ we shouldnt invisibilze or erase those lgtbqia+ characters that came before them.

Arguably she isn't even the queerest character in her own game tbh 💀

Were we to include characters who don't have a gay S rank with Byleth to qualify, Shamir and Catherine I feel win the title handily.

Also, and I say this as a huge Corrin fan, but Edelgard has the same kind of written queerness as Corrin does. Where it's made as non-explicit/palatable/inoffensive as possible in order to not drive away weirdos who get the ick from it.

Hell, were we to dig deeper, all Edelgard has besides Byleth is her supports with Dorothea and maybe Constance, to showcase further queer attraction. Comparatively, the JP versions of Corrin's queer supports are themselves decidedly more explicit and rich in what insecurities and dynamics that attraction between same-sex individuals can bring.

And of course, as mentioned, Ike and Lyn also exist. You can make a case for Chrom/M!Robin as well were the S rank stuff not a hard gatekeep, as well as Eirika and Ephraim with their respective same-sex friendships if you try hard enough.

Edelgard herself is just hard to quantify or qualify in general. Not to the point where I question her queerness outright, but in the matter of "was this character written to be bisexual just 'cause, or did the makers write themselves into a corner by making her canonically devoted to Byleth so they had no choice but for her to be an option for both genders." That conversation, as well as one where female characters (for better AND for worse) are often chosen as a safe option for "palatable queerness" compared to male ones, are both things that would need their own deep dives to even begin covering, but yadda yadda.

Overall, I don't want to come across as being petty or annoying, but the point stands that there were queer characters before her, and while it's not a competition (nor should it ever be, because that's crazy), were we to quantify it? I don't like her chances lol.

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Japanese Ruikasa AU's: A Comprehensive (?) Guide

There are a lot of Rui/Tsukasa AU’s 類司 (派生/derivation or パロ/parody, or both sometimes) in the Japanese fandom, this is a showcase of almost all of them.

A note that the order of names in the ship matters a LOT in fandom spaces in the eastern side, you’ll often, if not always, find artists’ socials with 🎈🌟左右固定 or 🎈🌟🔄❌ in their bio or in their profile cards. All will be in Rui/Tsukasa order here. Listed in romanized alphabetical order.

Rui and Tsukasa need no introduction if you are already familiar with this game, but if you aren't, Rui and Tsukasa are characters from the rhythm game Project Sekai: Colorful Stage ft. Hatsune Miku (Brand New Your World). They’re from the Unit WonderlandsxShowtime, members of a freelance theater troupe with the goal of bringing smiles to the entire world with their performances. They’re also classmates and are often referred to by their classmates as the “Oddball 1, 2 Finish” (or “Weirdo Wombo Combo” as the official English localization goes) because they are a pair of show-passionate weirdos. They’ve also blown up a few things at their school more than once but that’s another story! Moving on with the actual AU's!

ETan・エー探

エージェント・探偵 Agent/Tantei・Agent/Detective

From Rui's gacha card and Tsukasa's shop card in An's focus mixed event Let's Study Hard!. Using "Agent" when referring to Rui comes from his card's costume name, Intelligence Agent.

AkuBoo・悪ブー

悪魔・ブー Akuma/Boo・Devil/Boo!

From 2024's April Fool's limited event. In this April Fool's, Rui and Tsukasa were separated into different teams. Rui's team Mirai Toshi de Acchi Kocchi (Wandering in the Futuristic City) sang another version of the song Akuma no Odorikata (悪魔の踊り方, Devil's Manner), originally a Vivid BAD SQUAD + RIN cover. Meanwhile, Tsukasa's team Warera Pegasus Tankentai! (We Are the Pegasus Exploration Team!) sang another version of the song Booo!, originally a More More Jump! + RIN cover. Their appearances showcased in both MV's laid the groundwork for this AU.

DanToru・団トル

団長・トル�� Danchou/Torpe

From Rui and Tsukasa's gacha cards and play WxS made on Tsukasa's focus event On the Stage of Dazzling Light. In the event's play, Danchou (Rui) is a Band Leader (translation of Danchou) from an orchestra who saw potential in Torpe (Tsukasa), a pianist that had issues playing the piano in front of others.

DeathPega・デスペガ

デスベジル・ペガサスマンレッド Death Veggie/Pegasus Man Red

do i really have to explain this From 2025's April Fool's limited event. In this April Fool's, Rui and Tsukasa live in alternative universe where their world is separated into two different teams, Heroes and Villains. Rui stands in the Villain team Fussy Eaters and Tsukasa's stands in the Hero team Tensho Sentai ZOO RANGER! DeathPega only refers to their characters as Hero and Villain in the event's area conversations and introductory twitter posts, their appearances showcased in their respective MV's belong to a different AU.

Fansuku(rutsu)・ファンスク(ルツ)

From 2022's April Fool's limited event. In this April Fool's, Rui and Tsukasa live in alternative universe where they pair up with Akito and Touya to become world-class backstreet performers, creating the quartet FantasistaSQUAD. ファンスク is short for ファンタジスタスクワッド (FantasistaSQUAD) and ルツ is short for RuiTsukasa to help distinguish the pairing itself.

GakuKo・学コ

学者・コック Gakusha/Kokku・Scholar/Chef

From Rui and Tsukasa's shop cards in Emu's focus event Our Happy Ending. I've seen this AU being called “RPG” or “Kirapika” on the western side.

GalaPie・ギャラピエ

ギャラクシー・ピエロ Galaxy/Piero・Galaxy/Pierrot

From Rui's trained Colorfes Endless Imagination and Challenges and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from his focus event Towards the Phoenix at the Sky's Edge. Using "Galaxy" to refer to Colorfes Rui comes from his card's costume name, Galaxy Dark Suit. Sometimes also called GalaKura・ギャラクラ (Galaxy/Clown).

GashaKori・がしゃこり

ガシャドクロ・狐狸 Gashadokuro/Kori

From Rui and Tsukasa's trained gacha cards on Rui's focus mixed event A Once-In-A-Lifetime Pandemonium!? Referred usually as “Yokai” on the western side.

GunHina・軍雛

軍師・雛 Gunshi/Hina

From Rui's trained gacha card from his focus mixed event Heat Up! Kamiyama High Cheering Squad! and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from Saki's focus event The Tenma Household's Hinamatsuri. Referred usually as “Tactihina” on the western side.

GunRyuu・軍龍

軍師・龍神 Gunshi/Ryuujin

From Rui's trained gacha card from his focus mixed event Heat Up! Kamiyama High Cheering Squad! and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from his focus event A Brand New Year! Lion Dance Robot's New Year's Show!. Referred usually as “Tactiqilin” on the western side.

HakaPega・博ペガ

博士・ペガサス Hakase/Pegasus

From Rui and Tsukasa's characters on Petit SEKAI #2 "Fight! Neneger V". Rui plays as Ruidouji Hakase (類道寺博士・Professor Ruidouji) and Tsukasa plays as Pegasus The Shining (ペガサス・ザ・シャイニング). Despite its silly beginnings, most works I've seen regarding this AU are filled with angst.

JohnWen・ジョンウェン

ジョン・ウェンディ John/Wendy

From Rui's trained gacha card and Tsukasa's shop card in Emu's focus event Amidst a Dream, Towards the Shining Stars. Their names come from the famous fanon interpretations about the characters they're representing from "Peter Pan" in their trained cards.

KaiHami・海ハミ

海賊・ハミングバード Kaizoku/Hummingbird・Pirate/Hummingbird

One of the original AU's that I still see sometimes. Both of these come from outfits, Rui comes from April 2021 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled “Elegant Pirates” and Tsukasa comes from 2021 Half-Anniversary Limited Outfit titled “Hummingbird”.

KaiRomi・怪ロミ

怪盗・ロミオ Kaitou/Romeo・Phantom Thief/Romeo

Another OG. Rui comes from a July 2021 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled “Phantom Thief” and Tsukasa comes from his trained gacha card I'm the Leading Actor! from Mizuki's focus event KAMIKOU FESTIVAL!. He's called ‘Romeo’ because he plays the role of Romeo in a Romeo and Juliet inspired battle royale play. I've seen it called PhantomRomi on the western side like. once.

KemoKemo・ケモケモ

ケモ・ケモ Kemo/Kemo

Can also just be called ケモ (Kemo). From Rui and Tsukasa's shop cards in Shiho's focus mixed event Resounding Twilight Parade.

KuroShiro Yuri・黒白百合

黒百合・白百合 Kuroyuri/Shirayuri・Black Lily/White Lily

From Rui's trained gacha card from Mafuyu's focus mixed event At This Festival Tinged With Twilight and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from Minori's focus mixed event Scramble Fan FESTA!

A tiny note: 黒白 is read as "kuroshiro", but 白百合 is read as "shirayuri".

MadoShuva・マドシュヴァ

マッド ソーサラー・シュヴァリエ Mad Sorcerer/Chevalier

From Rui's trained gacha card from Touya's focus mixed event Never Give Up Cooking! and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from his focus mixed event The Gentleman Thief's Thrilling White Day!?. Referred usually as “Sorcevalier” on the western side, an interesting switch up from the Japanese version.

Mahou Gakuen・魔法学園

Magic Academy.

Sometimes called 魔法学校 (Mahou Gakou) Magic School. Both come from 2023 2.5 Anniversary Limited Outfit titled “Magic Academy of Sekai”.

NikoEri・にこエリ

にこやかな悪魔・エリート悪魔 Nikoyaka na Akuma/Elite Akuma・Smiling Devil/Elite Devil

This is very specific. The names come from the characters Rui and Tsukasa play in their performance in At This Festival Tinged With Twilight's event. Rui plays the "Smiling Devil" and Tsukasa plays the "Elite Devil". Rui here is using the March 2023 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled "Devil move heart" and Tsukasa uses November 2021 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled “EVIL ONE” because I've seen them represented with both outfits. Mostly “EVIL ONE”.

RozeLily・ロゼリリ

ロゼ・白百合 Roze/Shirayuri・Rose/Lily

From Rui's trained gacha card from Touya's focus mixed event A Song of Vows for You, Dressed in Pure White! and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from Minori's focus mixed event Scramble Fan FESTA!. Rarely seen these days since the release Black Lily Rui.

RozeOu・ロゼ王

ロゼ・王 Roze/Ou・Rose/King

From Rui's trained gacha card from Touya's focus mixed event A Song of Vows for You, Dressed in Pure White! and Tsukasa's trained gacha card from his focus event Wonder Magical Showtime!

Cyber・サイバー

From Rui's trained gacha card and Tsukasa's shop card in Rui's focus event Backlight Lens Flare. The name is a short form of the event's commisioned song, サイバーパンクデッドボーイ (CYBERPUNK DEAD BOY)

SanShou���参将

参謀・将校 Sanbou/Shoukou・Staff Officer/Officer

From Rui's trained gacha card and Tsukasa's shop card in Rui's focus event Revival my dream. 将校 (Shoukou) can be Officer or General, no official translation.

ShiraNaka・白中

白藤・中山 Shirafuji/Nakayama

I'm using Rui and Tsukasa's trained gacha cards on Tsukasa's focus event A Story Where You Are The Star, since this AU came from there. In the event's play, Nakayama (Tsukasa) is interpreted as a cynical and spiteful editor, Shirafuji (Rui) just works at a bookstore.

I can't find the fanart that started it all, but this one by HIA portrays the most used fanon rendition of them.

ShoKoma・書狛

書生・狛犬 Shosei/Komainu・Scholar/Guardian Lion-Dog.

Both of these, again, come from outfits. Rui comes from September 2022 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled “Kaisetan” and Tsukasa comes from November 2022 Mission Pass Men's Outfit titled “Divine Messenger”.

Uchuujin・宇宙人

Aliens.

From Rui's shop card and Tsukasa's trained gacha card in Emu's focus event perspective for smile.

Zozo1・ゾゾ1

From Rui's and Tsukasa's illustration from the collaboration between ZOZOTOWN and Project Sekai. Illustrated by Akakura. Sometimes the hiragana ぞ1 is used. Abbreviated even more as ゾ1.

Zozo2・ゾゾ2

From Rui's and Tsukasa's illustration from the second collaboration between ZOZOTOWN and Project Sekai. Illustrated by fuzichoco. Sometimes the hiragana ぞ2 is used. Abbreviated even more as ゾ2.

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How to accidentally share a body: a guide on improper usage of bodysuits

Jim hadn’t intended this result, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

It had been an attempted body snatch. A injection he’d gotten from a friend, who’d showcased its efficiency with reckless excited abandon as he shrugged on the hollowed husk of a passing gym bro. He’d seen firsthand how the concoction let one acquire a whole new persona, wearing another’s body and brain atop your own.

Jim just hadn’t known this was an option.

Tyler hadn’t been an easy mark. He wasn’t some easy-going brain-dead dude bro. He was a force of nature honestly, everything that Jim wished to god he was. Likeable, funny, extremely intelligent. An avid motorcyclist, probably just to make him hotter than he had any right to be. He was a social butterfly with enough wit to get a immediate sense of a person.

“You know I knew you wanted something from me dude, but I couldn’t guess it was this” Tyler said, preening at the mirror. He flexed his arms and Jim could feel the way their tightly combined muscle mass was packed beneath Tyler’s skin. Everything that Jim was sat beneath a shell of Tyler. He could almost still feel the divide, his skin rubbing against whatever the injection had made of Tyler’s insides.

Tyler gave him a happy self-satisfied smirk as Jim rolled his eyes at the guy’s blatant self-obsession. “Yeah I wasn’t really subtle, was I”, Jim sighed. Tyler laughed, before Jim’s side’s arm to traitorously mess up Jim hair to his protests. Jim couldn’t help but blush despite the annoyance, the vivid red of Tyler’s blush across his face. It was crazy how easily that face could make his heart flutter, a fact that Tyler clearly took pride in considering he could feel Jim’s heart in their chest judging but how the guy seemed to lavish in Jim’s little crush.

This would’ve been a lot less complicated if Jim had known what he was doing when he injected Tyler that distant feeling week ago. Jim had been a suspicious fucker and Tyler had known, but he’d been very vocal about how distracting Jim had been that week.

“Like a gay little goblin” Tyler said one night. “But a really adorable one, all anxious and shady”.

“I wasn’t even that attractive” Jim had argued, maybe a little of his miniscule ego worming its way into his voice.

“Attractive is subjective Jimmy” Tyler corrected, voice low and reassuring. Jim wondered if they had the same lungs and the reason he was always speechless was because of that. “You’re quite a sweet little weirdo once you get past the science fiction crime of it all.” Tyler said like the science fiction crime was so little.

Jim had injected the guy when they’d finally been alone. 3 hard fought invitations to the kinds of parties Tyler was a natural inhabitant of. 3 parties where Jim searched for an in, only to be surrounded by people as Tyler practically orbited him. Almost mocking in how warped it was to Jim’s expectations, having a hunk wrapped around his finger only to be stopped from his sinister plans by Tyler’s army of loyal friends.

It was only during their first outside of party hangout when Jim had done it.

“You know I thought we were going to have sex” Tyler thought out loud.

It wasn’t sex. But they both enjoyed it, considering the fond smile Tyler seemed to remember it by.

That wasn’t the mental effects of the injection talking either. Jim had fast learned Tyler was just as much of a freak as he was.

It was unfortunately very hot.

It had been the oddest feeling that night. The injection had acted so fast, turning Tyler from a person to an empty shell in the matter of moments. Just a loose warm husk of his body in his worn leather jacket and old jeans.

Jim had need to take off Tyler’s shirt and jacket before he could find the mysterious entry point, appearing exactly like a perfect straight scar between Tyler’s shoulder blades. It had needed only slight touch before it was opened, feeling somehow soft within.

Jim had stripped, before widening that elastic opening. He hadn’t known what he was doing and it had shown. Nearly had tried to pull his legs through sideways.

It was at first like sliding his leg through molasses. It was firm and unyielding, yet utterly impossible to move in. Every push into it was impossible to reverse, but the idea of backing out at that moment had been preposterous.

The velvety feeling subsided as the static of nerve ending connecting alit from the feet up. He’d just managed to worm the shell up to his shins when the static subsided in a perfect intoxicating moment. Tyler’s muscles anchoring to his own, letting Jim wiggle Tyler’s larger toes under Tyler’s socks. Seeing Tyler’s shitty ankle tattoo peak out from the old jeans like it was his own shitty tattoo.

Jim had happily taken to effortfully pull the rest of the shell up, bunching Tyler and Tyler’s jeans up his waist. The thighs had gone and then Jim had gotten to the struggle of trying to shove his hard cock into the tight fit, trying his best not to let the high stimulation of fondling his dick into Tyler’s push him over the edge. Jim honestly couldn’t guess how he stood out from release as the nerves aligned up his dick inside Tyler’s sizable sleeve.

Maybe the fact that he impossibly couldn’t cum in that moment was his first hint, as some other will tempered his excitement to not waist the rest of the experience.

“It was like sensory deprivation and full body sleep, I guess. Comfortable in a way, but every time you lined us up it was like electricity. Really fucking good electricity. Does that make sense? Didn’t want it to end” Tyler explained as they cooked breakfast. Jim ate a lot these days. Muscles took a lot of energy to maintain, especially with the amount of work needed to build them.

Jim could feel the strain on every exercise get easier with every day, his body at the core becoming stronger in its own right. Solid muscle now working in conjunction with Tyler’s own.

He had been pouring with sweat as Tyler’s torso was pulled slowly up his chest. He’d gotten it as far as it could go before he needed to push his scrawny arms in, like trying to push your hand through a solid layer of clay. It took all of his feeble strength but eventually he felt his hands glide into Tyler’s like a tight pair of gloves. It was numb and then it crackled with sensation, Tyler’s bigger hands twisting and turning at Jim’s whim. The sensation had travelled up to his shoulder, and suddenly Jim could feel the hair on Tyler’s arms and the weight of the layer of muscle tense and relax to Jim’s tune.

Well not exactly Jim’s tune. It was definitely the amount of mind-numbing pleasure of the experience that made Jim believe his hand was acting under his direction to powerfully shove Jim’s other hand into Tyler’s empty other arm. It was certainly what Jim had intended to do, although maybe not so impatiently.

“You get wrapped up in taking it slow babe. I’m a much more impatient person” later complained Tyler over their 5th hour of side quests in their shared hobby of shooter games. Coordination had been confusing, but gaming had helped their messy tangle of bodily controls. That and working out refined it all, convincing Jim’s body to relax into Tyler’s own powerful shell.

His arm had had a much quicker journey into the Tyler’s other arm with Tyler’s full force behind it, pushing and messaging the fingers into position and receiving that incredible sizzling feeling of every nerve singing. The man’s body wielded a lot of strength in its lithe form, not so muscular as to be a bodybuilder but still impressive and disproportionally unstoppable.

It was only when only Tyler’s head laid empty and waiting in front of Jim’s head that he had been able to understand the difference between him and the body in who was doing what.

“I was trying to be gentle”

It wasn’t gentle, as Jim’s hands in Tyler’s moved against his will to awkwardly push his face into the tight mask of Tyler.

“I thought I was going to suffocate Tyler” Jim would complain, only to receive Tyler’s constant protests always going something like “Play stupid games, get stupid prizes”. Inject a hot guy with a mystery drug and don’t complain when it doesn’t go great.

Jim hadn’t been able to breath through the tightness of Tyler’s neck and shoulder slowing his progression upwards. It was the finality of Jim’s singular mistake, that being the insulating lubricant he had neglected to add. It wasn’t so much Jim’s mistake, as it was Carlson’s. The now buff once nerd who was Jim’s supplier.

“Oh it was probably the lube that I definitely forgot to give you” Carlson had cringed, looking at a panicked Jim and a amused Tyler sat head by head in a stretched hoodie. He had reached back to his own back and shown the slit that marked the entry point of his own bodysuit. It was still elastic where the conjoined twins’ was rapidly disappearing. “Lube does stuff to the nerves I think, makes them communicate but not like bond with you.” Carlson said, nervously looking at Tyler who was quirking his eyebrow in clear judgment to what that meant. Basically, turning a person into a interchangeable suit and preventing an consciousness in the suit to be anything but a shell of a personality that could be worn by the innermost person. Tyler would’ve thought it was despicable if he was normal, but unfortunately, he just found it hot.

Carlson couldn’t explain how the two heads had happened, but he had been a good lay. Jim and Tyler’s first technical lay together, although Jim was privy to Tyler’s memories of every previous lay. So it had just felt comfortable, somehow as they traded kissing his longtime geeky friend who now inhabited the built body of a lumberjack-like man. Or the gym bro that Jim had watched be transformed. Or a stoner, a surfer or any of the other hundred suits Carlson had accumulated.

It was all so overwhelming.

He’d felt like he was suffocating. Then the pressure broke and the skin expanded, pushing outwards. It wasn’t the right path, but the biology hoodoo of it all was improvising. His face pressed into the expanded skin it settled onto his face, following the trends it was accustomed to. Shaping itself into the lips, eyes, facial hair that Jim had long since memorized. Jim’s sweaty hair pushing through the forming scalp only to get quickly transitioned into Tyler’s sweaty hair.

Jim had gasped for air and had opened his eyes. The vision was different and the colors a little duller. “I think you’re a little colorblind Tyler”, Jim would later say. “Oh, huh red and green do look pretty similar” was Tyler’s amazed reply. It undersold the absolute perspective shift that were Tyler’s eyes, alongside the invasion of literal perspective of Tyler that slowly filtered into Jim’s brain.

Tyler lived inside Jim as much as Jim lived inside Tyler. Tyler had gotten a taste of how true that fact was over their week together. It bordered on the horrors of complete privacy invasion, but Jim’s luck had just gotten a person who was far too into it.

“Name my first memory” Tyler had demanded, knowing that something like that was nearly impossible for anyone to accurately discern. Especially for a person who was dealing with the personality of a whole other man seeping into his own.

“Fire at the Dennys?” Jim guessed, genuinely disturbed by the visceral memories of flaming pancake mix and molten syrup. Tyler just looked awed and their dick certainly twitched in their joggers, the little response that Jim had gotten quicly acquainted too despite how little he could actually see of the man’s expressions. It was generally pretty hard to turn one’s head to see the head next to you. Gaped excitement was pretty obvious though. That and the quick arousal.

He'd felt the same exact reaction when he turned his head after that gasp of air, only to see the same old Tyler looking at him. Mouth wide open as the empty head rapidly regained mass, seeming to draw it from nowhere, yet the sensation of that other face still filtering through Jim’s brain.

The swallow of shock. The rush of adrenaline and fixation of pure need.

That awe had quickly fallen under the urgenecy that was the two of them in that moment. One of them had taken their dick in hand and the other had tempered the motions, leaving every stroke to cause Jim’s own dick to rub against the nerves of the one surrounding it. It was velvety friction and it was all either could think of, the poison of Tyler’s kinks being driven like a nail into Jim’s brain.

It was feeling close to another person, Jim could guess. That was what had become Tylers love for all this. Why Tyler had dove face first into each of Jim’s strange friends, trading favors and nights for all the little nick knacks that they could obtain.

The perception filter from one of them had been essential, making their status as a two-headed Tyler the norm. Not conjoined twins, but one person. The person that Jim’s brain was so convinced it was, being fed spoonfuls of Tyler every minute. Giving Jim’s little brain ever more material for his obsession with his now body mate.

Another had supplied sewing lessons, which was less obviously strange, but just as important. Store bought shirts were their regular enemy now and one that required some new skills to overcome, although Tyler’s motorcycle leathers still fit.

“Its good leather” Tyler said in victory, showing off the tight leather in the mirror. Jim could remember buying it, being the young Tyler who saved up to get the gear. All fresh faced from dropping out of college and enrolled in trade school.

Jim was as much Tyler as he pleased most days. More so when Tyler enjoyed it, all that restrained narcissism let loose between the two’s night’s alone to themselves. Other days, he was mostly just the weird goblin Jim under a Tyler patina and Tyler was just as fixated on that.

They’d ejaculated the cum of two men that first night before passing out in their own sweat on the bed. Introductions were made and that was life. They never had bothered to fix the situation in the slightest.

The entry point was nearly gone. Just a small opening in Tyler’s shell that shrunk by the day. They were happy to let it disappear. The sensation of Jim’s body beneath Tyler’s was always there, just rubbing against its cage in the right way to scratch an itch.

They would wake up every day, brush two pairs of teeth, share one cup of joe. Spend an agonizingly long time debating a morning jack off session after putting on their leathers, sometimes winning and sometimes losing the debate before shrugging on a pair of Tyler’s boots and heading to work. Often just jacking off at work if they hadn’t in the morning, possibly even fuck a customer if Jim’s burgeoning overconfidence was rearing its head that day. Spend the day working in the shop, two Tyler’s worth of attention and love on the same bikes and cars. Nothing but good reviews going forward

Evenings were spent in the merging of Jim and Tyler’s worlds. Strange men and women, Tyler’s own circle becoming just as strange as the worlds mingled. Trading morally grey concoctions and horny ethical dilemmas of identity. Dinner prepping as shapeshifters joke around their living room, trading stories and sexual encounters. Making many more sexual encounters with the men who were so many men, stacked inside each other.

It was a good chaotic tiring life and they were twice the man to take it on.

What a brilliant fluke of a result.

All thanks to fucking Carlson.

“You’re welcome by the way boys”

“Fuck off”

“Fuck off”