#no it doesn't say anything about me personally

[oldlight117]

Long post. Sorry (not sorry?)

My ex lives in a red county in California. My wife and I live in a BARELY blue county nearby. The kids go to school in the former.

I'm early to school pick up one Friday and I'm reading a book with my over-ear headphones, leaning up against the chain link fence waiting for the bell like I'm a kid again.

I smile at an older white woman holding an anxious, shaking chihuahua in a pink harness. I read her lips, "What's that you're reading?"

I slip my headphones off my ear and tell her I'm reading Tim Coulson's The Science of Why We Exist. I watch her conservative Christian head balloon slightly.

Good. I tell her I have a lot of basic science to catch up on since when I was their age, gesturing to the elementary school, books like this weren't allowed in the home.

We chat for a few minutes. She's waiting on her grandkids. Her name is Karen. Of course it is.

She laments the loss of some friends recently over political differences. I sympathize. I affirm the importance of not existing within an echo chamber.

I don't press her to justify her politics. I just listen. She goes in circles for a long time. Karen us quick to say that it has nothing to do with hating gay people, or anything like that.

Of course not, I answer. Is that what your friends were worried about? The ones that cut ties?

She tells me that it was a factor for some of them, yes. But that's not who she is.

Of course not. Have you thought about why the LGBTQ community is feeling threatened by the prospect of a Trump presidency? Oh, she says, I'm not really sure, I think they're being alarmist.

I let silence hang a moment between us, and she hurries to fill it.

She says she just doesn't have enough experience to run the country. We need Donald Trump's leadership in a time like this.

I tell her that I had my own doubts about Harris. She hadn't been my number one candidate in 2020, so I had to look at her eligibility with a fresh set of eyes this time around, but I found several of her policy perspectives rather compelling. I list a few qualifications off. Not a lot. Just a smattering. She admitted not being aware of a couple things I mentioned.

I tell her it feels like a matter of who's talking loudest and in front of the biggest audience. A lot of information on both candidates is getting lost along the way.

I tell her about a news aggregator I've been using lately to make sure I don't miss out on anything in my media blind spot.

I ask her which policies of the Trump campaign speak to her personally? What is she most optimistic about if we get a second Trump presidency?

Gas prices! Grocery prices are out of control. She tells me that the crime and the drugs in our state have gotten out of hand and that his immigration policy is going to be our state's salvation.

I tell her that I worry such a broad stroke approach to a very complex problem may have severe consequences on our own community. I fear how these policies might impact families at this very school. I fear the impact mass deportations might have on the very delicate ecosystem of farm labor in this very county, not to mention tariffs on countries like Mexico that supply a lot of our produce.

She brushes my concerns away, says he's only going after the bad ones.

I tell her that I'm afraid it's not that simple, but we'll have to just wait and see.

The election is decided a couple weeks later.

In January I see her at another pick-up, waiting for her grandkids. She is frustrated by the amount of people still gnashing their teeth and whining over the election results.

What do you think would be a healthy way for folks to process the election results if they're feeling scared or disappointed or angry?

She doesn't have an answer.

I give a little chuckle and say we'll have to wait and see if our Capitol building gets sacked again in a couple weeks. I think she knows as well as I do that it won't be.

Strange. She's been a lot slower to initiate conversation in the subsequent weeks. I smile at Karen and I wave. I hope she's enjoying the price of her eggs.

[okwonyo]

THE COCKROACH──── ୨୧ 성훈𓈒

✶ 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝑜𝑛𝑒⠀ㅤ𓈒⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾.

neighbor!sunghoon & fem!rea 1OOO potential future relationship ㅇㅅㅇ skinship ⎯��� recue𝒾l

嘉 ܃ this is so silly and this isn’t my best work but .. i like it 🎀

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being overdramatic has never been one of your characteristics. despite what some of your friends say, you think that you are rather rational when it comes to your emotions as well as the way you manage them.

you know how to control your fear especially. you swear, you are not the kind to get scared of the smallest things. fear doesn’t take over you easily at all.

however, if there was something that you could admit, it would be your dislike for certain creatures and your blood’s tendency to go cold at the sight of them.

it isn’t your fault, whenever you see one of those barely noticeable insects with multiple legs and arms, you can’t restrain disgust to get to you. and yes, seeing one of them always makes you scream at the top of your lungs. today is no different.

that scream is loud enough to make your throat hurt a tad. it keeps on getting worse the longer you look at the cockroach in front of you. when it moves on your not-so-brand-new apartment’s floor, you run out of your own home.

perhaps, you aren’t thinking straight or perhaps, it’s just the way you are— but you find yourself jumping in the arms of the first person you encounter, without taking a look at their face first.

your entire weight landing onto them without any warning doesn’t make them stumble, therefore you assume they are muscular.

under your fingertips, you feel their muscles, their broad shoulders are comfortable enough for your arm wrapped around them. it must be a man, you can tell at that.

as well as by his deep voice when he asks, “what’s going on?”

it is as if you are at a higher altitude than you were when you stand on your couch earlier. he is well built and tall, which is impressive. but it is not your main concern.

“i’m sorry, it’s just that—” you start, a little out of breath. you want to continue, but you turn your head towards the man and your breath catches. half of your voice dies in your chest, “there is a cockroach in my apartment.”

the man who lives in the apartment in front of yours looks right back at you. you observed him often since you moved in a few weeks ago, but you never caught his name.

it’s the first time you see him out of his work suit, including the first time you see him without the black tank top he wears at the gym. his long hair is quite messy, he isn’t wearing his glasses. on top of everything, he doesn't look bothered by your position in the slightest.

“do you need any help?” the handsome man offers. funnily enough, you are confused about what he is talking about.

however, he is too beautiful for you to refuse, “uh, yeah.”

your neighbor manages to make you stand back on the floor without you noticing. you are too absorbed in staring at him to see anything else. your eyes follow him while he gets into your apartment.

from behind him, you can see how broad his shoulders actually are, bigger than you thought they were, wider than when you see them from afar while you work out. he is even taller than you thought, taller than when you watch him get into the elevator on his way home.

you follow him like it’s not where you live, standing behind him and peeking at the paper cup that you used as jail for the ugly insect.

his big figure protects you so you feel safe enough to say, “it’s in that paper cup.”

the said paper cup moves slightly and you gasp. at the sound you let out, the man’s arm raises slightly beside him in a protective gesture.

“stay behind me,” he tone is soft as he starts speaking again. “i’ll take care of it.”

you don’t know him at all. yet, seeing him walking towards the spray on the table next to the trapped cockroach makes you understand what a wife feels when she sees her husband leaving for war.

attractiveness lays in his moves, how he rolls up his sleeves, how he squats down almost nonchalantly, how he sprays the cockroach in the paper cup. everything he does makes your heartbeats go faster.

you spend most of your time admiring the beauty in front of you than anything else. your gaze lingers on his exposed forearms, on his side profile, on his fingers. your heart burst in your chest when his voice reaches you:

with a reassuring and victorious grin, “i think it’s dead.”

you stare at him in pure admiration. with more admiration than when you see him lift seventy bench at the gym. “thank you so much, uh—”

your knight in shining armor begins to come back to you with his grin still plastered on his face. “sunghoon.”

“a–ah, right!” you say in an awkward laugh. “how can i repay you?”

sunghoon stops in the middle of his way back to you to put the spray on the tabe again, “there is no need,” he chuckles, in most beautiful way you have heard. “i didn’t do much.”

you want to protest but he gets well too close for you to think straight.

“it’s going to take a while before it dies properly, though,” he continues. “and you shouldn’t stay there. because of the toxic product you know?”

you didn’t know that. still, you nod at his words.

“so..” the tall man looks like he is waiting for you to understand something, where he is going. but you don’t— maybe it’s because of the said toxic product or the otherworldly guy in front of you.

he bites his lower lip when he realizes that you are still confused. he finishes his sentence with a huge smile that showcases all his teeth, fangs included.

“do you want to come to my apartment and wait?” it must be written all over your face, how you didn’t expect this outcome in the slightest. because his smile gets wider, “we’ll come back later to see if the cockroach is really dead.”

your stomach flutters, your tongue gets tangled. being so smooth and straight forward wasn’t what you expected him to be.

it’s hard but you manage to choke out, “s–sure.”

taglist open + net— @sgz-net

[baambied]

𝑹 𝑼 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬?

𝒆𝒙 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

cw possessive!sevika cursing yearning

protective!sevika makeout session

ex!sevika × fem!reader

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who let's out an audible scoff whenever she hears your name mentioned, making it seem as if she totally isn't affected by breakup between you two but in reality she's listening intently and completely focused on whatever the person is saying about you.

"it's whatever - you can talk about her doesn't bother me. ."

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who, despite all the disagreements , arguments, and the whole relationship ending, she still cares so deeply for you , she knows her love for you would and will never fade even if thousands of years go by you'll always be on her mind.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who hates when you still come to the same bar she introduced you to, seeing you sitting at the bar with your friends instead of you sipping on a beer while on her lap as she plays a game of cards.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who swiftly follows you out the door of the bar to walk you home - well walking a few feet behind you as you make your way home without you noticing - making sure you dont get hurt by anyone.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still pays for your drinks at the bar without you knowing, going up to the bartender and asking them to put whatever you order on her tab.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who's glare you can feel from a mile away when some random person comes up to you offering to buy you a drink.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who goes up to the guy while their coming out of the bathroom and threatens them to never step a single foot near you again or she'd made sure they will never be able to step foot in the bar as long as they live.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has all those little cute love notes you wrote her during the relationship, and small items you've given her during that time. . . she keeps them in a box in her closet, not daring to threw anything so precious away.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still 'anonymously' send you flowers every valentines day since the day you two split up. . she sends you your favorite type of flowers because she remembers you mention the name a few times during the relationship.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who can't help but smile when she's still the person you count on for certain things. You who are not that proud of this, but anytime you are in trouble or need help, sevika is the one you immediately call because even though you two broke up - you know you're still able to trust her - some man keeps bothering you anytime you're on the way to work so you call sevika about it and next thing you know you never have to see that man's face again.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who isn't the type to immediately talk or flirt with other women after a break up ? You were the only woman who was able to make to turn her head so far to the point her brain started thinking about marriage - there was just no way another woman could have the same affect you had on her . . . nor would she allow another woman to even get close to her.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has the pretty lingerie set you surprised her with on her birthday. . . It was around the beginning of your relationship, so she still remembers the shy expression on your face as you lay in the middle of her bed.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who keeps all the recipes of the sweet deserts you used to make her, she attempts to replicate them, but every time she does, she's meant with utter disappointment as the food doesn't taste like yours.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has a picture of you in her wallet , and a little note you wrote her once when she went to work angry, you didn't know how to make her feel better so instead you left a short note in her wallet for her find later in the day.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who threatens (or even lays a few punches on) any man who talks bad or suggestive about you - even when asked who is she to you the woman can't help but say "don't speak about my girlfriend that way" and when you find out and confront her about it youre not even suprise when she just gives you a look and says "would you rather those fools make moves on you? i just said that to get them off your ass.. don't take it personally. "

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who notices one time at the bar, a man got way too close for your own comfort , and sevika - being able to read you like an open book could tell by the expression on your face you were very uncomfortable with the lingering attention from the man. . .and the next thing you know was the man being knocked out cold onto the ground.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who let's you shout at her for punching the guy and causing a scene when you could have taken care of it yourself - and in response to your yelling sevika just stares at you in silence . . her mind just thinking about how you look like a real-life beautiful angel standing in front of her.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who still has the bracelet that is the color of your eyes around her wrist, it was something you and her did months ago - you having a pretty bracelet with gray pearls on it while she has a bracelet with pearls the same color of your eyes.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who gets incredibly annoyed when she can't find a lighter to spark up her cigar, she soon gets even more annoyed when she realizes your the one who usually carries a lighter so you could spark it.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 --who can still smell the scent of your gentle vanilla scented shampoo on one of her pillows from when you used to sleep over her house.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who walks you home after you had one too many drinks , stumbling over your own feet as her mechanical arm was secured around your waist , slurring out incoherent words to her as the two of you walked down the street. . . sevika couldn't help the small smirked that pulled at her lips.

"i - d-dont need *hiccup* -you!" Your sentence coming out slurred as it meant sevika's ears.

"Oh really now?" The broad woman responded back with a shit eating grin, she was amused at this situation - and a little surprised because you weren't one to drink until you couldn't even walk straight so this was new.

"no! I'm fine-"

"shh shh shh doll, let's get you home. ."

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who ends up taking you to her house instead since you were to out of it to find your keyys , she let's you take her bed . . tucking you in her dark red covers , while she slept in the small couch in her living room along with the pillow that still had the scent of your gentle vanilla shampoo.

𝒆𝒙!𝒈𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 -- who wakes up early to fix up some breakfast for you, making some eggs and cutting up your favorite fruits to have on the side . . . and making sure there was water and pain reliever on the side for you to take.

sevika ears perk up when she hears the soft padded of your feet under on the floor. She could tell you were making your way to the kitchen.

you walk in the kitchen, eyes immediately finding sevika who was by the sink placing a frying pan inside - the smell of fried eggs hitting your nose as you stepped in further.

"what am i doing here? sevika-"

"There's pain reliever on the table beside you."

you open your mouth to say something - anything but sevika was right, your head was hurting like a bitch. . . and it wasn't common for you to drink to the point you had a bad hangover the morning after, and you knew sevika was aware of this, making you feel slightly embarrassed and you felt slightly uncomfortable as you were still in your clothes from last night.

you grab the pills in your palm, bringing them to your lips and swallowing them dry, this quick action made you go into a small coughing fit.

"Jesus- there was water right here.." sevika softly grumbled under her breath as she grabbed the glass of water and brought it towards you , bringing it to your lips - gulping down the water humming at the feeling of the room temperature water hit your dry throat.

during this, your eyes couldn't help but flicker up to sevika's. . almost immediately, you felt a warmth wash over your body - butterflies annoyingly flapping their wings around the pit of the stomach. . old sparks from when you two were together reignited, and the warming - loving look in sevika's gaze made your knees buckle.

it seemed sevika felt the same, both your heart pounding in usion , sevika couldn't look away from your eyes - almost mesmerized by the depth in them. . . studying you almost.

both of your eyes staring into each other , filled with so much emotion - holding so much emotion all at once . . you both wanted nothing more than to let those emotions out.

next thing you know, sevika's lips are on yours, the abandoned glass cup of water now on the ground shattered into pieces , causing sevika to swiftly move her arm under your legs carrying you up and placing you on the counter , your body squirmed as you felt her hands on your waist - still in your cute miniskirt from last night you could feel it riding up by the fast movement.

the kiss was uncoordinated , sloppy even . . driven by pure urgency and desire - a sense of need and longing as if the two of you were waiting for this exact moment. Your fingers making it seem way into sevika dark hair, tugging is softly as you leaned more into her.

"missed you so much. ." sevika states , her sentence coming out more like a growl as her lips made its way away from your now swollen lips and to your neck - you felt flutters in stomach at her words because. . . you missed her too , a part of you is genuinely shocked that you went on for a few months without her by your side.

"i - i could have taken care of - myself last night. ." Your words fumbling with a mix of whines at the feeling of sevika's teeth gently biting your flesh on your neck , "okay. ." sevika responds with a single word to your statement.

"and. . you didn't have to punch that guy , i could have hand- handled that. ."

"okay. . okay baby , i know. ."

silence took over the kitchen, just the sounds of sevika sucking on your skin and the sounds of your breathy soft moans floating in the air , and you can't say that you're shocked that you're making out with sevika - aka your ex girlfriend while sitting on her counter. . . because somehow a part of you always knew the two of you would find your way in this predicament somehow, it was almost like everywhere you went sevika was in the same room - coincidence or not . . it was like you two were destined together , like a magnet pulling at one another.

and here as you sat in her arms, hands in her hair while her lips worked on your neck. . . you couldn't help but feel like this was all supposed to happen and honestly you wouldn't want it any other way

you were her's , and she was yours.

reader crazy for breaking up with sevika in the first place smh ����‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[pinkyqily]

BABY - JUJU WATKINS X READER

Summary: juju fucks around and finds out but fixs her shit in time

Contains: angst-fluff, cursing, suggestive part near the end.

A/n: mini valentines Day fic gonna ignore the fact this is 2 days late, I hope you enjoy this one and happy readings readers, as always, feedback, thoughts, or commenting your reactions are appreciated 💕.

Today was valentines Day, you planned a whole dinner night at your place every were was decorated, and you made yours and juju favorites food, brought all types of snacks and drinks.

Not wanting juju to worry about anything and because you wanted to treat her right after the rough week, she was having.

You sent her a message around 12 in the afternoon that after her practice, she should drop by because you had something planned out for valentines Day.

She only reacted to the message, and you went by doing what needed to be done before she came.

Only to find yourself waiting for your girlfriend, as the day already ended and it was already nighttime already.

you texted ju multiple times, only to be left on delivered. You sent her one more message before leaving it. feeling disappointed and a lump in your throat, meaning you were about to cry. Fuck her because you didn't.

You we're used to people disappointing you, but it was never the case with juju. She was always attentive and tried being there when she could. Her pulling this, especially on Valentines Day made you upset and hurt.

After giving ju the benefits of doubt, you decided to pack everything in the fridge because throwing shit out in this economy was not it. You left the decorations as it's but turned blowed out the heart-shaped candles.

Making sure everything was placed where they belonged, you turned off all the lights and made sure your doors were locked and went straight to bed.

Scrolling on your feed, all you saw was happy couples celebrating. Even rayray was celebrating with her own girlfriend, but yours was nowhere to be found. The universe was playing with your heart strings, and it hurts.

You were about to sleep, but someone banging on your door pissed you off even more. You tried pretending that no one was here

but by the sounds of the banging, that person wasn't giving up until you opened up.

You dragged yourself from bed knowing the person was about to get it especially if that stupid neighbor of yours who can't take a hint. You opened the door only to be met with a juju who had gifts, flowers in her hands and special guest duce.

You wanted to close the door on her, but she had her hands and legs blocking you from it.

"Baby, please, i know you're mad, and I'm sorry for being late." She told you, looking apologetic.

"Your apology is a little too late right now." You told her, getting annoyed instead of the upset feeling you had before."

"Valentines Day isn't over yet let me just make it up to you, plus you can't be that mad I brought our son with me." Gosh you didn't want to let her in, but everything about her was making your whole body feel hot, and she could tell.

"Whatever, only because you brought my favorite." You told her, finally letting her in. "Brought these for you." Handing you a bouquet full of roses.

You took them only to throw them at her face. Just because she apologized doesn't mean you didn't feel sassy. She didn't say anything, only picked them back up, grabbed you by your waist and gave it back to you.

The rest of your valentines night went smooth. You and ju reheated the food you made together set the other decorations in your settings area. Everything went well she apologized again, telling you funny stories, making you laugh.

As the night was coming to an end, you both seatt down on watching a movie, but juju wasn't paying any attention. Because her hand kept sneaking up your satin valentines robe set.

She started touching you all over your body, moving slowly to kissing you her hands went back to where she had them.

Things were getting hot as you pulled off her shirt, leaving her in her sport bra. You pulled her into another kiss, as she was setting the tone you both got interrupted by a barking sound.

"Oh my gosh, he just had to disturb us". She said, rolling her eyes.

"Happy valentines Day babe". You told her as you laughed putting back your robe on.

[major---tom]

I have GOT to add on to this cause I am sick of people dunking on disabled/chronic pain headcanons for shadow.

1. The title of "Ultimate Lifeform" doesn't mean anything, it was a label that was put on him by an overzealous creator who had a lot of bias over his own creation. Its a title that often brings Shadow stress and pressure and he's quicker to perceive Sonic as the true ultimate lifeform rather than himself when he's being honest. Saying he can't be disabled or have chronic pain because he's "the ultimate lifeform" doesn't really mean anything.

2. In Gerald's diary, which was given as a booklet alongside sonic x shadow generation pre-orders (which I own), it's mentioned that Maria designed Shadow's jet boots to help him get around. To me, this implied that he had to have been struggling in getting around for Maria to feel the need to give him some form of aid, perhaps even a mobility aid. She would be the only person on the ARK who would notice and understand someone else's struggle with their own body.

3. Even if he doesn't need the jet boots, HE NEEDS his inhibitor rings. It's not stated very clearly but it's implied that he would suffer in some form or fashion if he lost them- that his own power would overwhelm his body and damage it. As someone with an autoimmune disorder where my own body overproduces white blood cells and overworks itself and ends up damaging my own body by overwhelming it, that makes me feel like Shadow's inhibitor rings are a lot like immuno suppressants, a medicine that people with immune system related diseases use to suppress or inhibit their own immune system and prevent it from damaging themselves. If shadow needs his inhibitor rings to stop his body from damaging itself, then that's a disability where he's utilizing an aid to live, or live on the same level as his peers.

4. In sonic x shadow generations, shadow says that his doom powers are from his alien DNA and are a part of his body. However, when he uses them, he appears to be in visceral pain. He screams out and grips at his face and body and keels over in pain. If those powers are from his own DNA and body, and are hurting him, and is something that can reoccur, then it counts as chronic pain or a chronic condition!! It shouldn't hurt to use your own body, but it does for him.

5. Shadow is a PROTOTYPE. He is only the second prototype, and the new manga confirms that he was a FAILED prototype. He was made to cure maria but in the manga it was confirmed that it failed and he never could have cured NIDs. The first prototype, the biolizard, literally needed massive, invasive life support machinery to live at all. Think about how imperfect the prototype right after that one might be. The Robotnik family seems quick to claim that rushed or unfinished projects are "perfect and ready to go," that's kind of how all of eggman's plans fail (as we've learned from Starline in the IDW comics) so I feel like Gerald may also be claiming that his creation, Shadow, is perfect, even when he isn't even able to solve the problem he was made for.

6. Shadow seems to fall out of his super form faster than Sonic and faint when pushing himself to remain in the form (he faints a lot in general, compared to other characters (some examples being Sonic Adventure 2, Sonic Prime, and Sonic Battle which turned into a multi-day coma under Rouge's care). He also seems to generally avoid going super compared to Sonic. I'm not sure how natural going super is but it seems almost easy for Sonic and Silver. Even when Sonic runs out of time in his super form, he never faints from it (which is made evident from the sonic advance games where his super form runs out while rescuing Vanilla from falling, but he's still fine and smiling & continues to carry someone larger than him with no struggle right after losing his super form).

7. I would honestly also count memory loss as a potential disability or chronic condition for him. He usually recovers his memory but it is genuinely a reoccurring problem in canon for him to lose memories or have his mind temporarily wiped/controlled/brainwashed.

8. PTSD can be considered a disability if it is detrimental enough to someone's day to day life. In America it can be legally considered as a disability and people suffering can be given aid under certain terms. In the comics, games, and official animations, Shadow's flashbacks of Maria's scenes are extremely consistent, invasive, uncontrollable, and sometimes detrimental to him. Uncontrollable and repetitive flashbacks of the traumatic scene accompanied by panic attacks are symptoms of PTSD, and I don't think it's subtle that the writers are really trying to convey this trait for Shadow.

Being disabled doesn't necessarily mean being super weak. He uses aids and tools to do what he does but he still does it well. It's not "inaccurate to canon" for disabled & chronically ill people to relate to him and it shouldn't be insulting to say his chaos energy & black arms DNA is similar to disabilities and chronic illnesses.

[edgyeli]

It's crazy to me that when fat people exist they get told to exercise

They exercise, gain muscle, but still look "fat".

They get told being fit/being able to lift doesn't mean you're healthy.

I'm sorry. Healthy?

What are we talking about then? Because I've been plenty skinny most of my life, most of my gamer friends are twigs.

And we chug monster drinks like there's no tomorrow, and shove them down with chips.

Why is it that it's always people who don't fit into what we see as skinny that need to explain their dietary habits?

Why is it that we don't bat eye at a skinny person who says they don't do any exercise, who can't hike, who can't do a simple run to the grocery store, who eats tons of unhealthy food.

But the moment it's person that doesn't fit in the perspective of people on what's healthy suddenly it's an issue?

Stop pretending your opinions on people with bigger bodies has anything to do with fitness, or health. It's all about aesthetics. Just shut up. Go drink your monster energy drink and scream at people in CoD, oh mighty judge of fitness

[gayofthefae]

Thinking about how Will is fully able to flirt but cannot handle being flirted with and the deeper reason that actually is

Will has settled for the idea of never being with Mike. Even referencing coming out to Mike he only ever frames it as not wanting to "lie to Mike" and simply wanting to share "the truth" with who he "care[s] about the most". Never an expectation or attempt at reciprocation. It is consistently based and in reference to how he feels about secrets from his loved ones, and only ever mentioned in reference to actual romance by El.

He has settled. But the thing about settling, part of it inherently that is under-talked about, is the part where you find ways to love your life. Settling is not resigning, that would be super depressing, because when someone settles it is them committing to a lesser life than they had dreamed because more is not an option for them. It is out of their control or the wrong choice somehow, and in those situations, you make the best of it.

So to Will, he will never have Mike. In fact, in all likelihood he will never experience romance. In his entire life - even if he die of natural causes in old age and not monsters at 15. But you make the best of it. And it's logical:

If Mike fully does not reciprocate, is oblivious to his feelings, and repeatedly affirms that he didn't mean what he said that made it seem like he was uncomfortable and he is totally fine - like the audience believes (again, BECAUSE Will believes this and is the one telling this story in s4) - then there are absolutely 0 consequences to having an ambiguous flirt here and there. No one can fault him, it's the closest he will ever get to romance as a queer person, so he takes what he can get. No damage to Mike and El's relationship. No discomfort to Mike. Hell, Mike doesn't even really notice.

So Will's expectation is occasional, one-sided flirting. A sort of playing pretend I suppose. And Mike smiles and that can be part of the game. It makes sense. Because often, he doesn't say anything back.

He just smiles...except for once

I always want to jokingly yell at my screen in this moment "what do you mean you're shy now? YOU initiated flirting with HIM"

but it does make sense given his expectations; given the history I hadn't tracked before from his perspective. Not only are his expectations of a lack of matching energy (as I have pointed out repeatedly before, genuinely should not match if unreciprocated - could even just be the comment vs silent smile thing they had going before) completely realistic, they have also been proven in practice!

And I always want to tease him that he started it but really, he didn't. Because any time he does this, it has 0 intention to "start" anything. Not even this much of an exchange. He's doing it for himself, to play pretend. It's like Mike is breaking the fourth wall.

It was completely plausible for him to act coy and surprised by Mike here, as if Mike had initiated this tone, because even something as simple and small as this had *never been reciprocated like this before*. The rest of the conversation is Mike's traditional pace in terms of romantic-adjacent to Will, but participating in the playfulness is new.

I like to tease him in my head. But Will being flustered by a natural response to his statement and the tone he himself set is logical. Because to Will, in a way, Mike can't see him. Mike doesn't know he's doing this, and Mike certainly can't engage.

This is Mike engaging. This is Mike *participating*. This is Mike acknowledging 'you just pitched me a line, and I'm taking it this time'. And in a way, this is also one of this micro-reveals you get in your life. This is also Mike saying 'I'm not oblivious to it and I never have been, I just didn't engage until now. But now I am. (And none of those smiles were that oblivious either)'.

And the other stuff Mike says afterwards is much more similar to things he's before, so it didn't always click for me the specifics. But I get it now. I get why this is different than all those other times. I get why he grabs the painting on his way out. Will learned something about Mike from this conversation.

It's absolutely tiny. Two lines. But there is one moment in the series where they have truly reciprocated and interestingly enough, it's this. We always get "if we're both going crazy we'll go crazy together" "yeah" "it was the best thing I've ever done" "..." even "the last year has been weird, you know? And Max and Lucas and Dustin, they're great, they're great, it's just-it's Hawkins, it's not the same without you. And I feel like maybe I was worrying too much about El and, I don't know, I feel like I lost you or something, does that make sense? I have no idea what's gonna happen next, but whatever it is, I think it'll be easier if we're team. Friends - Best friends." "Cool." (WILL BYERS OH MY GOD!! 'cool'???)

but this was two-ways. And it quickly ended because then they kinda didn't know what to do, understandably. This is basically a long and queer trauma way of saying that that look from Will is a completely logical moment of "shit, I didn't think I'd get this far".

Analysis on Mike's perspective/behavioral shift to respond in this scene

[booksooks]

i havent even met sylus in game but some of yall seem to have him confused for your own oc because he would Not act Like That

typing using voice to text so I'm sorry if the formatting is weird, but from what my friend who has met sylus has told me: this man would not act the way some of you guys are insisting. like he would not be jealous to the point of being entirely unable to communicate. he would not try to kiss you as a way of making up, or as a way to stop you from being angry with him. that's just not something i see as feasibly anywhere near sylus as a character.

if you want to write a big daddy dom character who completely bulldozes over your feelings in lieu of 'fucking the jealousy out of you', then by all means go for it. but at that point, you are writing for an original character because that is wildly mischaracterizing someone who (again, according to my friend because i havent even come close to meeting sylus in the storyline) specifically makes room for you to be angry, to feel big emotions in a safe space and to be there for you.

the amount of fanfics i've seen that have sylus act in a way that is completely off base is insane. i'm aware that this is fanfiction, that people can write whatever they want and it's not harmful because at the end of the day: it's FAN FICTION and if you can't separate reality from fiction or whatever, you're not mature enough to be reading mature works or you simply don't have the media literacy skills to do so. but i've had a very long and emotionally draining week, and my temper is hanging on by a thread, and i'm allowed to be angry about a completely bullshit take on one of my favorite characters lmfao.

let me be clear, i'm not saying sylus cannot, will not, and has never been domineering, or protective, or that he doesn't have a fucking daddy kink or whatever. what i AM saying, is that the amount of fanfictions of sylus blowing the reader off or ghosting them or just simply not communicating and then expecting the reader to fall back into his arms after a kiss and a few well placed 'kitten's is astounding. even if he made the bad choice of being distant without explanation, he wouldn't expect the reader to instantly forgive him without an ELABORATE apology and an explanation. and honestly, i'm willing to put that bullshit of 'she forgives him because he's hot and he pulled her in close with his strong arms and hes so big daddy alpha dom' into the category of misogyny. because in what world does someone go from angry and hurt to forgiving and pliant just because he's a man and he kissed you. it is blatantly misogynistic to expect that.

i'm aware there is a lot of nuance within relationships, and that not everyone can be expected to be perfect at all times, HOWEVER this is fanfiction, and the authors i'm talking about have either explicitly stated that the reader and sylus have an established romantic relationship, or that they at the very least get along well and enjoy each other's company. so for sylus to then go ghost on the reader and expect them to instantly fall back into his arms at the end of the day then puts me in the position of 'simpering woman with no spine'. again, misogynistic.

at the end of the day, i'm aware this isn't an important issue and i'm aware that the misogyny in fanfiction doesn't necessarily have to transfer over to real life, especially because i do have critical thinking. but i have been ghosted before by an at-the-time boyfriend, and it sucked, so it's more of a personal issue from me.

i'm aware people can write whatever they want, and i have no obligation to read something i don't like. but that then eliminates what seems to be 50% of the fanfiction of sylus. i'm just saying please... consider writing literally anything else for sylus. for a man who has been made to love you specifically... y'all sure don't make him act like it.

if anyone wants me to elaborate or clarify some things, please send me an ask because the comments are not easy to navigate especially with multiple replies.

last but not least: i'm aware these are my personal feelings, and that i can write to make up for it should i so choose. but i hate having to scroll past 5 fics in a row with quite frankly stupid miscommunication issues from a man who is 28 and should damn well know better. thank you.

[chaosclover1999]

no but like as some1 who is aromantic tho it's so fucked up how uncomfortable ppl even within the queer community r w this sometimes

like the assumption that romantic relationships r somehow more meaningful than platonic relationships and the idea that if people who hav no romantic feelings for each other hav a sexual or otherwise intimate relationship then that must mean they r using each other, it's legit so aro-phobic and assumes that any relationships i hav that r more authentic 2 me and how i love is somehow lesser and me using the other person and it only seeks to guilt me into either pretending to have romantic attraction and force myself into a comp-romo relationship or 4 me 2 not hav any relationships in my life at all and completely self isolate

tbh it also affects how i talk abt the relationship i do hav, im in a qpr w another man and i love him very much, personally i would feel the most comfortable referring 2 him as my friend since the most accurate way i could describe what we hav is a very deep and intimate friendship (that yes is also sexual sometimes) but when referring 2 him in conversation w most ppl i usually refer 2 him as my "boyfriend" instead of my "friend" since the term boyfriend 2 most ppl is what indicates the level of dedication and love i have for this man whereas most people if i called him my friend would simply not understand how deep my feelings for him go and would be thinking of something far more casual than how i actually feel about him (not that there's anything wrong with casual of course that's just not accurate 2 my feelings in this relationship)

i think in some way it's also a way of protecting myself, my partner and dear friend would not be allowed to come into doctors appointments w/ me if i referred 2 him as my friend when explaining 2 the doctor who he is 2 me, so i refer 2 him as my boyfriend, this is necessary 4 my feelings of safety and comfort since i hav a lot of medical trauma and don't feel safe being on my own w a doctor, also it's necessary 4 my safety as a disabled person who's disabilities effect my ability 2 understand things ppl say 2 me, my friend can explain 2 me what the doctors r saying in terms i am able 2 understand but the doctors even if they did try (they don't) wouldn't b able 2 explain things 2 me in a way that made sense 2 my brain and meant that i would hav a full understanding of what they were suggesting being done 2 my body in terms of medical care simply bc of them not knowing me personally and not knowing how my mind works and how my ability 2 understand things works

i think a lot of ppl who r alloromantic don't understand/think abt how truly enforced the idea of romance is and how dystopian it is that that's seen as a requirement, 4 example the fact that a person's legal rights regarding their partner changes if they r married 2 them, my friend likely would not b allowed 2 c me in the hospital if i were unconscious and it would just b me and the doctors all bc of us not being married, it doesn't matter 2 the law how deep our relationship goes and how i am far more comfortable trusting him than a doctor, what matters to the law is our inability 2 perform romance and our lack of interest in performing monogamy, idk it's smth i think abt a lot

having sex with your friends is so very normal please stop poisoning the youths minds with shame surrounding hooking up with your friends. especially if you’re gay

[tinysheepcrusade]

Only Her

Sevika X Female Reader

Summary: You are the newest addition to the brothel in Zaun. After a few weeks of boring sex work you're the next victim of Silcos right-hand woman, Sevika. Will you make it through the night unphased or fumble under her cold touch?

Content Warning: Smut, Dom Sevika, Teasing, Squirting, Brothel (SexWork), Strap On, Rough Sex, Biting, Almost Hate Sex.

Notes: This is a repost, apparently the last one had an error where it restarted halfway in the fic, hopefully this one doesn't have the same error. Google docs copy function does this sometimes.

New Note: Should I write a part two for this? I have some ideas bouncing around but I'm not sure if I should use em???

If you prefer to read on aO3 here you are - link

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to, it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight. 

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think. 

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects.”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it. 

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.” 

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

~~

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice. 

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?” 

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean. 

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.” 

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.” 

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s  just a bit… thick-skulled.” 

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

~~

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

After only a few minutes you can't take it anymore. You push your hips up, forcing the toy almost halfway inside you. Even that feels more rewarding than whatever crumbs she was giving you. It's short lived of course as she pulls out.

“Now Y/N what was that?” Quirking an eyebrow she's clearly holding back a smile. “You just bitched about not wanting me to touch your g spot or make you squirt, So stop moving and behave. Let me use you like a pocket pussy.”

Fuck Sevika. No matter what you did she was always quick to one-up you. You’re ready to crash out on this woman but a solution comes to mind. “Well you are right I don't like it but I don't want you to take all night to bust so I'll take it quietly if I must.” Crossing your arms you toot your nose up, she may fuck the pride and respect out your body but she could never take your spite.

“Aw” Sevika coos. “For me? You shouldn't have-” She fixes your position then thrusts till her hips connect with yours. She pulls out a few more times then slams back in every time. “You really shouldn't have.”

The woman sets a fast, hard pace. That wretched toy is so big you can not only feel the tip hit your stomach but see the bulge. Your hand goes down to push at Sevika's hips but because of the difference in your two strengths, she pays it no mind. Once again she's beating up your pussy and your left slackjawed and crying. Her dick thrust into the deepest most sensitive part of you over and over. There's nothing you can do now, you know you'll be clowned tomorrow for the way your wailing right now but it can't be helped. The cheap walls rattled with every push of her hips. No matter how much you tried to deny her your body is always honest. Say you don't like it but your pretty pussy is clenching so sweetly around the toy.

Around her.

“Oh Y/N the way your tits bounce is worth every penny I spent tonight. Sevika decides to look down to where you’re joined. Biting her lip she slows down to grind into your cunt staring shamelessly at your body. “Almost forgot about her~” Mechanical fingers come to caress your clit. Almost immediately that feeling takes hold in your tummy again and it's mind-numbingly intense. Your pitiful writhing is enough of a sign to know that you're racing toward your edge. Her real arm on your behind is single-handly keeping you up, she squeezes your ass hard before taunting. “Nothing else to say Y/N?”

All you know is pleasure right now. All you know is Sevika. You would be so disappointed in yourself later for melting like an ice cream cone in the summer heat in front of a woman like her but right now you were being reduced to a whiney bottom who wanted special treatment.

“Vika….please kiss me?”

Sevika froze for just a moment, confused by the sudden intimacy between you two. Normally she would shoot you down but God were you so damn gorgeous, your hair was a mess, lips swollen, makeup smudged, and still you were the best looking woman she's ever seen. She decides to indulge you and honestly herself too. Something switches in her brain when your kiss taste like cherry lipgloss Sevika sucks on your tongue not letting you retreat until she's had her fill. “Better Y/N?”

“So much better! So good! Gonna…I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop Vika.” It's inevitable now. You were already leaking onto the damn floor, “Vika permission to cum? I want you to unh- want you to tell me I can mmm wanna be your good girl!”

Sevika considers being cruel, especially since you were being a brat the entire night and now that she had you about to blow you wanna act right but your angelic voice and tiny tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes were enough to stop her. “You don't deserve it but I'm so gracious that I'll give it to ya~”

That's all it takes, thank you is all you can get out before it turns to mindless moaning. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you splash Sevika's pants, shirt, and even her face. Your hands are tangled in her hair and the tension makes Sevika groan. She wastes no time wiping the cum into her mouth and letting out a noise fit for the filthiest of porns. The mess you are making is all she could ask for and more. A model material girl all messed up like this because of her? Life couldn't be any sweeter. The cherry on top was how defiant you started out as only to crumple like a wet napkin.

Sevika surprisingly carried your princess style back to the bed, finding a dry area to lay you down. “Listen I'm not much for aftercare…” she trails off awkwardly.

Exhausted, you giggle. “That's okay Sevika you can go, I'm a big girl and I imagine there's other customers I have to deal with.”

Sevika returns to her grumpy face. “Can you even walk right now?” Annoyance clear in her voice. “Stop acting tough.” She shakes her head gray eyes rolling for the millionth time that night. “You seem damn near delirious”

You waved her off, pushing up on your elbows to look at her. “Well your times about up so you have to leave regardless, I'll just take a female client first until I regain my strength. “Would you like me to see you to the front door Sevika?”

For a reason she can't place you were pissing her off. “If you get up I'll make you regret it.” She pokes a finger at your chest. “I'll be back and you better be in the exact same spot Y/N.” With that, she nearly rushes out of the room. About 15 minutes later she's back and silently gets into bed with you.

“Sevika you gotta go and I gotta get back to work! Lets-”

She pulls you by the waist against her chest. “No.”

You are so tired but resist dozing off until she speaks up. “The room and you are mine till the morning sun comes up. Now go to sleep I can tell you need it badly.”

There's no energy left to actually tease her and it's nothing but a fleeting thought. You fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

[nameless-jamie]

hi babes! i’m obsessed with jamie x pa reader oh my god its amazing! 🩵 would love to read jamie sabotaging pa’s dates like, everytime she says shes going out with someone he comes up with something urgent for her to do just to spend time with her and also him being jealous of them lolll💕 feel free to change anything and thank you🫶🏼

Not on Accident

FINALLY THE CLIMAX

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes, kissing

A/N: I hope you like it and thank you for the request, It was such a good idea that I made it into the climax of their tension-filled relationship.

Y/N had been Jamie Tartt’s personal assistant long enough to recognize when he was full of shit.

And right now? He was positively overflowing with it.

The week went by as normal as it gets with Jamie, Y/N was coordinating his schedule, making sure he showed up to sponsorship meetings, and handling his existential crises when he decided his hair wasn’t quite right before the game.

It was Saturday and usually Saturday nights Y/N had her day off. Her Saturday night plans had been set for over a week. She had even mentioned them to Jamie in passing while reviewing his schedule, barely expecting him to register the information. But, to her surprise, he had—oh, he absolutely had.

"—and Friday you have to do this little interview with our new sponsor..."

"Yeah, will do that, love. What are ya up to this weekend?"

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Chilling, cooking and cleaning...oh and Saturday night I actually have a date with this guy."

"Huh. Hmmm...well have fun then."

At the time, he had simply hummed with a short response, not saying much further. She had chalked it up to him not caring. Why would he care? He was Jamie Tartt. He had models in his DMs and a different woman on his arm at every event.

Meanwhile, Y/N was just his PA. Why would she care? Pfff no, she doesn't. They only kissed like once, on accident, and flirted all the time. Oh, and kissed that one time when they pretended to be a couple, also they've slept in one bed...Fuck, ok maybe she does care.

Anyway, she had gone about her week, fully expecting to follow through with her plans. A date. It wasn’t anything serious, just dinner with a guy she had met through a mutual friend. Ryan was nice enough—handsome in a conventional way, good job, well-dressed, not arrogant, and also a little boring.

Most importantly, though, he was not Jamie Tartt.

Because Jamie Tartt was not an option. Jamie Tartt, who made her heart miss a beat every time he touched her or called her love... Jamie Tartt who was also her cocky slightly arrogant boss, was not an option!

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

But then—just as she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, slipping into a dress that made her feel genuinely attractive for once, and fastening the delicate clasp of her necklace—her phone rang.

She sighed at the sight of Jamie’s name flashing on the screen.

Of course.

Jamie did not respect business hours, nor did he care that it was a Saturday night. Jamie Tartt needed 24/7 care.

Still, she answered. She always did.

“Jamie, if this is about your dry cleaning again, I swear to—”

“Nah, nah, it’s an emergency,” he cut in, his voice decidedly not panicked for someone claiming to have an emergency.

That alone made her suspicious.

She narrowed her eyes. “An emergency, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Silence.

"On the day I told you I'm going out—with a man..."

Silence again.

She blinked. “Are you going to elaborate or should I hang up?”

Jamie exhaled sharply. “I’d rather not do it over the phone. Can you come over?”

Y/N checked the time. “Jamie, I told you I have plans.”

A beat of silence. Then—“Yeah, I know. Cancel ‘em. Please, it's urgent. Really.”

She scoffed. “Excuse me?”

“Look, I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t serious, Y/N.”

She hesitated, gnawing on her lip. Jamie was dramatic, but he wasn’t outright cruel. He used her first name too, instead of babe or love, might really be urgent... If he was truly in trouble if something was really wrong—what kind of assistant would she be if she ignored him?

A terrible one, that’s what.

And Ryan probably wouldn't mind rescheduling. He is too nice to mind.

With a sigh, she grabbed her bag. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

She just had to make one awkward phone call with Ryan now...

"Y/N, hi!"

"Hi Ryan, look I have to tell you something..."

"You have to cancel, don't you?"

"Ugh...yeah, actually yes. I'm so sorry Ryan, it's a work thing."

"That's okay, you work for Jamie Tartt, right? Uhm....Do you maybe like think you could get me an autograph, I'm a fan of him and all that."

Ok, that kinda gave Y/N the ick...She couldn't even explain why.

"Huh, yeah I'll ask him. Let's see when we both find the time to meet up again. See ya!"

Jamie had been pacing his living room when he heard the knock.

He swung the door open, the words “took you long enough” ready on his tongue—only to forget how to speak entirely when he saw her.

Fuck. That fucking dress. She was gonna wear that...FOR HER DATE?!

He had expected her to look nice—she always looked nice—but this? This was different.

She was stunning.

Hair done, lips glossy, dress distractingly well-fitted. Black and short.

His stomach twisted. Why the fuck was she trying to look this good for him? Was is something serious?

Y/N gave him a pointed look arms crossed in front of her chest making her boobs more prominent. “Well? What’s the emergency?”

Jamie blinked, very much struggling to remember his own bullshit excuse.

Shit.

“Uh…”

She uncrossed her arms, waiting. “Jamie Tartt.”

“Right. The emergency.” He cleared his throat, stepping aside so she could come in. “Yeah, so—uh—I think my… thermostat’s broken?”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“Are you fucking serious? Do I look like a fucking handyman? You are unbelievable.”

Jamie winced. “Okay, when you say it like that, it sounds—”

“No, Jamie. There is no way you just made me cancel my date because you’re too lazy to Google ‘how to adjust thermostat settings. I'm not your fucking butler.”

Jamie had the decency to at least look guilty.

“I just—I dunno, it’s like, well cold in ‘ere, and I thought—”

“Oh my god.” She turned on her heel. “I’m leaving.”

“Oi, wait—”

“Nope. Absolutely not.” She marched toward the door. “I cannot believe I fell for that again—”

His hand wrapped gently around her wrist before she could reach the doorknob. “C’mon, just—stay for a bit, yeah? You already canceled, might as well help me now.”

She should have walked away. She should have told him to call an actual handyman and gone on her boring date, with average Ryan.

But Jamie was looking at her like she was the only person in the world.

Like maybe—just maybe—he had needed her here tonight.

And that was so fucking unfair.

She sighed. “You’re an absolute idiot. I really fucking hate you.”

His lips quirked up. “An absolute fit idiot, though.”

She rolled her eyes, but her mouth twitched in betrayal.

Yup, Jamie took that as a win.

A bottle of wine later, Y/N was curled up on Jamie’s small couch, the thermostat now warming up the place (it was fucking off, not broken). Y/n had her heels kicked off, her dress still clinging to her in all the right places, riding up her thighs slightly.

And Jamie had not stopped staring at her all night.

She caught him looking more than once, but instead of calling him out, she simply lifted a brow. “Something on my face, Tartt?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Nah. Just thinkin’.”

“About?”

His gaze flickered over her, lingering. “What a shit date you missed out on. Lucky girl.”

Y/N huffed a laugh. “You arrogant prick! You don’t even know him.”

“Don’t need to.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes locked on her. “Bet he wouldn’t ‘ave made you laugh like I do.”

Her breath hitched.

Jamie noticed.

She scoffed, attempting to regain control. “Bit full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He grinned. “You love it, Y/N.”

Her first name again. She refused to answer.

Instead, she looked down at her glass, swirling the remaining wine before saying—so quietly he barely heard—

“I didn’t think I could have you.”

Jamie’s heart stopped.

For a moment, he wondered if he had imagined it.

He sat up straighter. “What?”

Y/N exhaled, staring at the rim of her glass. “You never seemed like the type to—” She paused. “I just figured you didn’t see me that way. I mean I'm your assistant and—”

Jamie wanted to laugh.

Not at her—but at the sheer fucking absurdity of her words.

Instead, he reached out, his fingers tilting her chin up just enough to make her look at him.

“Babe.” His voice was soft. Rough around the edges. Honest. “I ‘aven’t stopped thinkin’ about you since the day you started workin’ for me. Fuck we've kissed twice already and I've taken both of those kisses seriously. No accidents. I've wanted you since day one.”

She swallowed hard.

Jamie’s gaze flickered to her lips. “Say the word, and I’ll prove it.”

A pause.

Then—

“Prove it.”

And just like that, Jamie Tartt closed the space between them, kissing her like he had been waiting his whole fucking life for this moment.

Y/N melted against him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer because fuck, this was inevitable, wasn’t it?

Jamie pulled back just enough to smirk against her lips. “Told you that date of yours would’ve been shit.”

Y/N laughed, shoving his shoulder.

"By the way my 'date' asked for your autograph when I stood him up..."

Jamie smirked and caught her wrist—like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

"I'll just send you back to him with my marks all over your neck. Better than a dumb autograph, yeah baby? Bit more of a personal message from Jamie Tartt."

And for once, Y/N let herself go, she grabbed him by his neck and they fell back on the couch, their mouths never letting go of one another...this time not on accident.

[shatcey]

Victor theories. Contradictions and links

This is probably the last part of my theories about Vivi before his route came out. Most likely, they have nothing to do with reality, which we will see pretty soon. I will kill someone if Cybird release someone from Vogel first. Do you hear that, Cybird? I'll buy tamagotchi and kill it!!!!! You don't want that, do you? Poor defenseless little creature…

When I read other theories and events about Vivi, I had some thoughts, but I haven't finished them, haven't put them together, and… I think it's finally time to do it properly.

I should probably add warnings. I'm mentioning the details of Alfons and Harrison's routes. And also provide fragments of events that had not yet been in the EN game (only in JP). And… a bit about Azel's route (but I'm warning you about this, and you can easily skip to the next part without reading).

There were many events with Vivi. I made a list when started preparing for this post… Not all of them contain anything that I can use within the described boundaries, but they all provide few or many hints. So… it took some time to check. I hope I didn't miss anything.

If so… remind me, and I'll make one more "last post"… it becomes an endless story.

His personality

@maladaptivedaydreamsx assumed that Victor isn't his real name, but was given to him because of Queen. I thought about that as well. As I mentioned here, Victor thinks of himself in quotation marks, as if it's not his real name, but a role he's playing. And that actually sounds pretty fitting. On the surface, he's a cheerful and positive, with a sweet, mama-type vibe. But when we read the stories from his perspective, he feels completely different. Very dark and even scary. His thoughts show how much he notices and thinks before making any decisions, how much of a calculating bastard he really is (lovingly). But is his cheerful side a role he's playing? Or is it just part of his personality? From the Bond story "The Other Side"

and kiss event...

Victor insists that this is just a part of him. And I'm inclined to believe.

There is a theory that Victor is actually immortal. @.reccyls mentioned this here last time. And this theory is possible. Not only because Victor is so determined to treat all the members of Crown and Kate like children. But also because of this Willy's remark from the 1st Victor's birthday

There are two possibilities that Willy could be hinting at.

The first… Vivi is a god. The God of death.

But… this may have a different meaning. Vivi is very closed to God or any other immortal being. Vivi often talks about death as a living creature. Perhaps the fact that he is a "constant companion of death" makes him a kind of expert in this matter.

And that's why I tend to think that the second option is closer to the truth. It's from the very beginning of the same 1st birthday.

Yes, Harry often says that Victor lies a lot, but I don't think that applies to this situation. The wording is very strange. He doesn't seem happy about this fact. Like… "I wish I had more time". Maybe it's just me.

Oh, I forgot about another option. Vivi could have been a god, but now he's a human. This explains why he's so annoyed by the fact that he needs to sleep. Hmmm… I like that option.

If assumed he's a very old and powerful being… who, despite this, has not lost interest in life as such and can still find joy in it (reminds of someone, right?). How did the Queen manage to get him as her aid? A contract? We have another Black butler?

And if everyone thinks of him as a very strong person, then no one will ever assume that he needs anything. No one ever considers him human. This thought crossed my mind when I talked about the Mirror event, but I decided not to voice it. But… what the hell… this is the last post, where else should I talk about it?

It was the same with Azel (if you haven't read his route and don't want spoilers, skip right to the next point). People didn't see him as a human being, they only asked for help, advice, and so on… In their eyes, he was only giving, after all, he is God. But… this is a rather selfish way of thinking. Even if a person seems completely independent and strong, and… perfect… this doesn't mean that he has nothing to wish. I can easily imagine Vivi in this concept. And that explains why he was so surprised when Kate said she liked helping him or taking care of him. This has never happened before.

But he doesn't have to be an immortal being for people to consider him inhuman. He succeeds in everything he does, and people may think that he doesn't need anyone's help.

His contradictions

Kate described him very accurately at a Drunk event, translated by @.reccyls.

I would also add that he takes care of the garden and himself (see how his hair is… it's a lot of work, you know) and it looks like he's sleeping normally. My baby Ally has dark circles under her eyes due to lack of sleep. But Vivi… there is no such thing. So… Yes, he really seems like the perfect person.

But behind every great accomplishment is a lot of hard work. We don't know what it is… he just has a habit of using every second of his life to the fullest, or… a kind of magic. But he really does a lot, and… I can understand why he wants to… relax sometimes. He can't admit it for some reason (pride or some restrictions) but he wants to anyway. And at the same Drunken event, he tricked Kate into putting his head in her lap and hugging her. As if he needed a reason for that. It feels like he's constantly preventing himself from doing what he wants to do. At the very end of Butler's event ("Your Hand, My Lady" translated by @.reccyls) Willy hints at this...

He's happy because Victor is FINALLY doing what he wants to do.

I got the impression that curse of the boys is a sick joke of fate. It is contrary to their true nature. Like a absolutely honest and straightforward Harrison have to lie because his curse forces him to do so. Or Ally, who wanted only one thing in life... to be remembered, and the curse did not allow him to got this. So I see the same contradiction in Victor's behavior… is his curse. He is literally obsessed with the idea of freedom. And the way he lives makes it seem like he's not free at all. And his desire to get something for himself sometimes is like getting some fresh air before he finds himself back in the dusty tunnels… He literally doesn't do ANYTHING for himself, he doesn't even ask others for anything. This is from the 2nd Cristmas event, translated by @.reccyls.

And this is from bond's story "About Freedom"

Despite the fact, he joked afterwards that he is as free as the wind. In this phrase, he said "I", not "you" or "people" in general. I'm sorry, Vivi, but I don't believe you're free. In fact, you've probably never been. That's why you dream about it. And it's a little sad.

Connections with the Queen

The bond between Vivi and the Queen is very strong and mysterious. He is absolutely devoted to her and literally does everything she says. But how long has he been doing this? Why does he feel like he belongs to her? As he told William at the very end of Butler event ("Your Hand, My Lady" translated by @.reccyls.

The first thing that comes to mind is the Black Butler. Sebas demonstrates absolute dedication without asking questions. And he is a demon who is devoted to man. Actually Vivi said at the first Christmas event (Wreck the halls) that he had made a deal with death…

Perhaps it has something to do with the Queen. I'm not saying that the Queen is the Death (we never know for sure), but the way he's devoted to her, and the way he convinced that the connection with death is not so easy to break, seems somehow similar. Indestructible.

@.velisle has posted a really huge post with facts and theories about Vivi… I added my thoughts here. There was a theory… That's the kid Victor talked about at the Secrets event…

...In fact, he is.

But there are two things that prevent me from thinking that way. The first… he doesn't know if the Queen could make them smiles. If he was that kid, he would know that.

And the second. If we assume that he is not a vampire or another magical creature that lives exceptionally long (or endless), then it is quite difficult to imagine. The calculation is simple. The game takes place around 1890. And the queen begins to rule in 1837. More than 50 years have passed since. And Victor looks like he's 40 at the most. So… He's NOT that kid, but… it could have been his parent or… an older sibling. Or… even someone related to Kate. I wouldn't be surprised if the developers link them so tightly.

@rou-luxe assumed that Victor made a promise to the Queen many years ago and continue fulfill it. It seems very correct, but at the same time not quite. No matter how much you like sticking to your promise, at some point you will feel tired or pressured to keep it. But here… he does it willingly, even with joy. So my idea… he is very grateful to the Queen. As if she had saved his life or given him a new life that he wouldn't have been able to get otherwise. This brings me back to my previous thought. That the Queen is not really human. But she is… at least the real Queen Victoria, who lived and died (which makes her a normal person). If it's just gratitude, then what exactly did she do for him to get him for a lifetime? This is… THE question!

Connections with Crown boys

We know that Vivi and Willy immediately clicked on the common desire to free people. The way we were shown Vivi's cursed ability (as I mentioned in a previous theory post) is somewhat similar to Willy's. I'll just add this part from the 1st birthday story.

We will not talk about that this is technically impossible to strangle yourself. Don't try to prove me wrong, check on Google.

The fact remains… Vivi orders the man to die or Death to take him away. But for some reason, his victim feels happy to follow this order.

It doesn't matter how, but the cursed ability of both of them (Victor and William) deprive a person of freedom. So… no wonder they understand each other so well, they literally went through the same struggles.

I don't think Vivi is particularly kind to Harry just because of his reaction (which is always so good). But also because he feels a little guilty about the death of Harry's father. He did not predict, did not find out, did not fix the problem in time. Yes, Vivi claims that he is not a kind, but rather an evil person, but he is a good teammate, he respects and helps all his partners. And he and Marco had a good team… From a distance, completely ignoring each other… but in the end, they really help each other a lot. So Vivi may feel guilty for missing something.

I didn't notice any special treatment for anyone else at the Crown. Well… Kate is an exception. But I would like to talk about her separately.

Connections with Kate

First the facts. Victor dragged Kate to the Crown because he thought it would help the boys. From his 1st birthday.

He said (will say) the same thing in the 1st anniversary (my summary). He thought she would change something. What does he think needs to be changed? He used a rather interesting phrase in 1st birthday...

Usually, when he said something like that, it's "succumb to your wickedness". Vivi often say that when he sends the boys to work. Did he assume that Kate would help them become better at their work? Is it related to work at all? Maybe about their course? Maybe it's about understanding themselves better? Or… about something completely different? But I tend to think he was looking for a way to combine them together.

They're all pretty strong and independent, they don't have much in common, they literally split into several groups, and he wanted to find a reason to unite them into one team. It's a very noble cause. He would probably reject such an idea as not fitting his wicked nature. Why do my favorite boys try to argue with me when I say good things about them? They're so weird.

But there's something he doesn't want her to know. Again from the 1st birthday...

It feels like he's afraid. It feels like he's been through something and doesn't want to make the same mistake again. Or he's constantly fighting… probably with his own curse… which forces him to do something to her (remember that his curse contradicts his essence). Vivi says something about it at the 1st Christmas event. This darkness demands that he stains her and whisks her away (I wrote about it here).

But his expectations of Kate really came true. She really brought change. And she even changed him. This is from his 2nd birthday story translated by @.reccyls.

It already looks like we're in the middle of his route. He feels that he is becoming less like an observer, he feels that he wants more for himself.

And now my assumptions, which, in fact, are based on nothing at all

The only thing we can be sure about is a kiss on the forehead. It was mentioned twice (I talked about it at the kiss event). The fact that Kate mentioned it twice means that developers are most likely to use it on one of the main routes. It could be Darius or someone we don't know about yet, but I think… that it's Victor. And it's not just his reaction to that kiss that makes me think so. But the DARK IF event.

I know it's an alternate world, but… the essence of the characters is the same, and it's quite interesting to imagine his main route through the prism of this event. Vivi's story hasn't been released yet, but in the second part of the event, there was a story for 95k points, and it's gorgeous. Translated by @.reccyls.

And this part is from a letter from this event. Not quite, but let's put it this way. Translated by @.reccyls.

The one and only. The soulmates. Actually, this theme is very strong at this event, and maybe I shouldn't even focus on it. But… for some reason, this concept seems very fitting for Vivi. The Vivi we know from Victorian London. And I really like to see this theme on at least one route in this game. Why not on Victor's, right?

So… my theory… Victor and Kate met when Kate was still a child. We haven't determined whether Victor is human or not, so I won't talk about him, but Kate was a child and witnessed something very bad. Something that could easily break the psyche for life. Victor solved the problem and kissed her on the forehead… and that's literally the only thing she remembers. It was probably just a short meeting, but for some reason they both remembered it. And now… after all these years, they meet again because they are destined to be together… I got goosebumps.

I think we should expect a second Tamamo route. With the "I want to be your friend so you won't be alone". They will work together, but this time she will help him with his work, and someone from his past will appear. Don't tell me he was a king as well… Thatever. And… so the hot scene will only be after the last avatar challenge (or even only in the epilogues).

Dark times are ahead... Patience to all of us.

@ethereal-blossom, Michelle, dear, I haven't found how to use your theories… my brain is burning up a bit after two days of thinking. But I'd like you to look at it. Maybe you could point out my mistakes or would like to add something. You know I'm always happy to read your thoughts.

The design of the spikelet on the dividers I took from Designed by Freepik

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[runesinthenight]

One of the important things to consider is that everyone is an expert in their own field but knows nothong about others. There is always something someone else knows that you don't. When I took a collections management class, there were things I knew more about than my professor because I was a geologist and their background was art. I'm not saying my professor didn't know what they were talking about, because they were very knowledgeable about collections management, just that they had more experience with art collections than natural history collections.

Most art or history museums only really have to worry about marble, granite, or gemstones in their collections which are stable at normal museum conditions. Typically, the main concern is to make sure gravity or getting jostled doesn't damage them because hardly anything else in the collection will. But that's not true for all rocks and geological collections may comtain rocks which are unstable or potentially hazardous to your health. Rocks like gypsum can start degrading in too dry of climates. Marcasite has a tendency to degrade over time. Pyrite disease can destroy specimens if it's too humid. Some specimens can be slowly disolved if there's too much moisture in the air. Some rocks are radioactive or asbestos and will try to give you cancer.

What I'm trying to say is that everyone has something they know a lot more about than the average person. For me that's rocks. For someone else that may be hairstyles. For another person it could be leatherworking or paper making techniques. No one knows everything. It's literally impossible. So it's important to know when you don’t know someone and to ask people who do. Sure you can, and should, do your own research, but you need a sparting point. Someone who's never done leatherworking isn't going to think to research leather burnishers because they don't know they exist. It's important to ask people when you're stumped because you never know who might be just the right expert to ask.

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

[sanguineterrain]

the worst day of february | jason todd

Summary: Cold and defeated on the worst day of February, you stand on your apartment rooftop, contemplating giving up. Then the Red Hood drops in and makes you tea in your apartment.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2k

Warnings/tags: suicidal ideation, disordered eating and sleeping habits, depression, reader doesn't attempt suicide but thinks about it a lot. a sort of hopeful ending. jason being a really really good guy.

please take care of yourselves - don't read this if you think it'll upset you.

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One day in February—it doesn't matter which day; it might be someone else's day too, but it doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter which February either—you realize that you've forgotten how to be happy.

When you think of February, you don't think of much, except that on those big visual calendars of the months that they put up in kindergarten, February is always pink. Pink like an organ. Pink like guts. Pink like love.

But your February—all the Februarys you've had—is blue-gray. It's like someone's cast a moody shadow over your February. It's the director's choice, clearly, to light your February like you're at a wake. It's not your choice. It's never your choice.

Here is the problem. The problem is that you're too scared, but you want the attention of someone who's killed themselves. Shame digs its claws into you at such a perverse thought. But it's true. Even if it's one person who takes a moment to inspect your guts on the sidewalk, or your body in the bathtub, you want them to hold your rigor mortis and say, what a loss. Is there anything I can do?

And then you'd pop up from the bathwater and say, why yes, there is something you can do, would you mind changing the lighting? It's bringing me down.

You're on the roof of your apartment. You don't know why, because as stated, you're too scared. And it's nighttime, and you're a speck of dust, which is comforting at times and haunting at others. Dust on a roof. Easy to be carried off by the wind.

You don't want to die, exactly. You want to rest. No amount of sleep destroys the exhaustion. Instead of marrow in your bones, it's the desire for rest that only comes through death. Unfortunately, despite not wanting to die, death seems to be your only path.

His footsteps are quiet. You don't realize that you're not alone until he's there next to you, hunched over the ledge on his elbows.

You flinch.

"Sorry," Red Hood says, and there's no smoky breath that accompanies his words like they accompany everyone else's. You wonder where the air from his helmet's filter goes.

"It's fine," you say, even though your nervous system is still reeling. It's not fine, because you hate being scared, but it also doesn't matter, so it's fine in that way.

You have a great view from the city up here but appreciating the city is difficult when it's all blue-gray shadows. Your stomach hurts. You've never felt more unbearably yourself in your life.

"Everything okay?" Hood asks.

"Yeah," you say, not bothering to lie. Not bothering to tell the truth either.

"'S cold up here."

"I'm not gonna jump."

"Didn't say you would," Hood says mildly.

"That's why you're here. You think I'll jump, and it's your duty to make sure I don't. But I won't. Too scared. I just wallow instead."

"Wallowing ain't so good either."

"Yeah," you say, throat hurting like you've swallowed a splinter. "Probably not."

An audience would see your funeral-lit life and make the obvious prediction that something bad is about to happen. The director is telling a story, and he's giving hints. You, as the protagonist, are expecting bad things too. Perhaps this is where it starts.

"You live here?" Hood asks.

There should be a curl of fear that strikes you, because Red Hood—terrifying, gangster, born and bred Gotham Red Hood—shouldn't be landing on your rooftop and checking to make sure you aren't gonna spill your guts.

He doesn't seem so terrifying, though. He doesn't seem like a gangster either. And what's wrong with being born and bred Gotham? You like it. Hood is familiar even though you've never met him before. Something about his voice, his stance, the fact that he gives a shit enough to talk to you for a minute. It feels like maybe the universe doesn't want you to kill yourself right then.

"I live here," you say, taking too long to answer.

"Alright," he says. "Lead the way."

You look at him. He's turned around now, facing the roof access door.

"What?"

Hood points a thumb at the door. "Let's go to your place."

"Why?" Why, you ask, instead of the fuck?

"'M thirsty," he says.

Well, if he's here to assassinate you, it won't matter if you bring him to your apartment or not. And now that he's mentioned it, it is cold. Probably because you're up here without a coat. A coat hadn't seemed important when you were in your apartment choking on stale black air.

Maybe you should warn Hood about the stale black air. But you feel like he won't let you return to your apartment if you do.

Hood goes first, leading you back inside. He goes down the stairs slowly, letting you drag and set the pace. It's so stupid. You feel like crying. Why is he going down the stairs with you at your stupid slow pace?

You stop two floors down. This would be another hint to your audience, the fact that you're so close to the roof that you can just climb a couple flights.

You open your apartment. You'd left it unlocked.

"Do you often leave your place unlocked?" Hood asks.

You shrug. "I don't go out enough to get the chance."

Hood doesn't say anything else but he does do the deadbolt when you're inside, as well as the chain lock.

"Shoes off?" he asks. You nod. You both remove your shoes.

Then you stand like you're not in your own apartment. Hood herds you like a sheepdog to your tiny kitchen table. Then he starts opening cabinet doors.

"Got a kettle?" he asks.

You stare at the back of his helmet, your eyebrows knitting. "A kettle? How many Gothamites do you know own kettles?"

"It's the only dignified way to make tea," he says.

Maybe Hood isn't so born and bred Gotham. "Were you raised by British monarchs?"

"Kinda," he says. He evidently gives up on finding a kettle and instead puts water to boil on the stove, even though you have a microwave. Weirdo.

Suddenly, you realize you haven't thought about death for a whole five minutes.

"Got any decaffeinated tea?" Hood asks.

You have a barely opened box of Sleepytime. You point at the top shelf. He hums and retrieves the box, taking out three tea bags to drop into the boiling water.

Hood takes out two mugs. He's surprisingly apt at navigating an unfamiliar kitchen.

He gives you your mug and sits across from you at the table. He's huge at your table, but he gracefully crosses his legs despite the limited space.

"Didja eat?" he asks.

"I had some cereal a few hours ago," you say.

Hood nods. "Fine. But you gotta eat real dinner too."

You don't think it really matters what a corpse-in-training eats, but you nod anyway. Hood's tone invites no deliberation.

"What's your favorite food? Drink your tea."

You scrunch your face and take a hesitant sip. The hot liquid burns your tongue for a moment before you swallow.

"I like pizza," you say. "And burgers. And ramen. But lately, everything tastes like nothing."

You'd tried to find joy in food a few days ago because you couldn't find it anywhere else. You'd torn open a pack of Swedish Fish and shoved the box into your drawer after eating two pieces because it'd tasted like melted plastic to you.

Then you'd bought an expensive brand of chocolate bar, desperate to be happy, desperate to be flooded with dopamine. Nothing. You'd tossed the chocolate, feeling distinctly broken. What monster doesn't find joy in their favorite candy?

You only eat to cure the hunger pains, because you can't take anymore pain. You eat to survive. Not because you want to, but because dying by starvation takes too long.

"That's okay," Hood says. "'S good you're eating."

You scoff. "I don't need consolation."

Hood doesn't give you the satisfaction of an argument. He's going to make you feel alive in a gentler way, even though you don't deserve it. "Drink your tea."

You drink. His mug remains untouched. You feel like you're in a play. This isn't even real tea, it's just colored water. And Hood's stage direction is to not drink his colored water. It's just for show.

You look out the window, expecting to make eye contact with an audience member. You're waiting for the second act. You're waiting for the end.

"I don't want anymore," you say when your mug is half-finished. Trying to finish the tea feels like prolonging the inevitable. The audience wants to go home. They have lives to get back to. They can't live with you and the stage forever.

To your surprise, Hood nods. "Okay. C'mon."

He stands up from the table. You follow him to your bedroom. He pulls open your shirt drawer. You notice the two guns strapped to his hips, two strapped to his ankles, and one bigger gun on his back. You wait for the director's guidance on how you should feel. None comes, so you remain apathetic.

"Choose a shirt," he says. You pick a plain pink t-shirt. Hood closes that drawer and opens your pants drawer. "Choose."

You take a pair of worn pajama shorts because you overheat when you sleep, especially when you're depressed. You're sweaty from your lie-in till two that you took earlier today. Your face is greasy. You're sure your hair isn't nice either.

"Go change," Hood says, walking out of your room. "I'll be outside." He closes the door behind him.

You change, if only out of shock of the Red Hood giving you orders.

"Done," you say, probably too quiet for anyone to hear. But Hood comes in. He looks you over.

"Good." He points to the bed. "Lie down."

You do. Your sheets are gross. They haven't been changed in at least a few months. You're suddenly swollen with shame that anyone, even the Red Hood, is seeing you in this state. Your eyes fill with stinging tears. You should've died before it came to this.

"I'm sorry you had to stop to do this," you say.

Hood's silent for a moment. Then he walks to your side of the bed. He crouches down. His helmet eyes glow in the dark. You've never been less afraid.

This is a plot twist you did not foresee. A new character. A guardian angel. Red in your blue-gray.

"'S not always gonna feel like this," he says.

More tears, more splinters in your throat. "It's felt like this for so long."

"Yeah," he says gently. Gentler than you fucking deserve. "I know."

The writer has overridden the director's wants, and has introduced some new foreshadowing. Should your audience believe it? Or is this a fake-out?

You lie back and want to die a little less. One young woman in your audience chokes up. She believes that you believe you’ll live. She will stay here for as long as it takes for you to make it through act two.

"If you have to go, it's okay," you say.

Hood settles against the wall near your bed. He pulls one knee against his chest. It's almost like you have a friend.

"Nah," he says. "I don't have anywhere to be. I finished my patrol. I'll stay till you fall asleep."

He doesn't ask to stay, and that feels good, not having to make the choice, to face the shame of wanting another person to care about you.

You screw your eyes shut. "Thank you," you whisper.

"I'm gonna bring you a kettle," Hood says.

You laugh. It's small and brittle but it's real. "Okay." You'll have to make it through the night. Red Hood is bringing you a kettle.

You lay there for a long time, not sleeping. You keep your eyes closed. You focus on keeping your breathing even. Then you open your eyes to check.

Hood is still there, sitting against the wall. You wonder if he's fallen asleep too. His voice startles you.

"Still here," he says. "Said I wouldn't go till you sleep. Meant it. Don't worry."

Maybe tomorrow's sun won't be so blue or gray. You fall asleep.

[sgiandubh]

Shippers lose all credibility every time they send messages to places like Deuxmoi, with claims like CB is hiding her rings and hasn’t been seen with her husband for months—like, implying her divorce is imminent. It’s so obvious! It’s been ages since your friend SHwifey blogger announced with such excitement the news about a supposed Decree Nisi and nothing happened yet?🤥 let’s be real T&C are here to stay and a divorce ain’t happening.

Come on, we're not stupid, next time shippers are sending such nonsense to blind items sites at least try to cover it up a bit! And then they say the antis are the desperate ones...

By the way, how’s everything in Puffiland?"

Dear Deux Moi Anon,

Not my circus, not my monkeys, darling, and you know it. I don't know, nor care about what exactly happened, who dunnit and why. It still doesn't change anything to the fact McGill has been MIA for months now, and that yes, the very fact that you rushed in here to screech tells me it bothers you greatly.

Short, but firm reminder I shall not speak for any other blogger than myself, nor take responsibility for any content other than what I sign, seal and deliver on this page. However, you might want to brush up your expertise in British family law and see what the difference is between a decree nisi and a decree absolute. Even if the law changed in the meanwhile (2020 and enforced in 2022), the procedure I am about to describe and comment has not, assuming it started as stated, in 2020. Sidenote: the 2022 law does not change much to its essence, either. It just simplifies the grounds for divorce and leaves some unwanted uncertainty on the ways financial separation is dealt with by the applicants (formerly called 'petitioners').

Here, pumpkin, educate yourself. By the way, you should stop imagining that the entire world has the same rules and regulations on things: divorce is something that is dealt with very differently in the US, as compared to the UK, for example. But anyways, this is the most comprehensive and clear explanation I could immediately find online and it should be enough for you. Also, dutifully highlighted, just to piss you off, darling:

[Source: https://www.aticuslaw.co.uk/what-is-the-difference-between-a-decree-nisi-and-decree-absolute/]

In British legal practice, there is, in reality, no time limit for the decree nisi to remain on the court file, simply because, as the paper above strives to explain, the legislator is fully aware of the fact that it is not always quick, nor easy to deal with the consequences of a separation, such as a change of personal status or financial situation. The 12-months term is, in effect, deemed reasonable to get all the practicalities sorted out. But people are strange, like that: some may just linger complacently in a limbo, some take their time to go their separate ways, others are held by external pressure vectors that are entirely independent of their own will (*coughs*). However, there is no reason to deny the belated petitioners the right for a decree absolute and all it takes is a written Letter to Court, explaining the reasons of the delay. You just need to pay a good specialized solicitor and there are even templates galore to download and fill in, on the Internet. An example:

[Source: https://www.lexisnexis.co.uk/legal/precedents/letter-to-court-applying-for-decree-absolute-more-than-12-months-after-decree-nisi - you can imagine I won't be arsed to pay for the sake of someone like you asking. But you can also imagine the above letter primarily deals with exposing/justifying the reasons for the delay and any new events that may or may not have complicated the issue at stake, such as the birth of a child. ]

I trust this is straightforward enough, or do you need me to draw it to you?

So, there goes your completely false allegation that divorce was automatically implied as 'imminent'. Chop chop, to the scrapheap, with all the rest of you. Not my problem either, that (as always) you have no idea of what you are talking about. See, I am just analyzing some useful legislation, here. I don't read tea leaves, I am definitely not into that Lady of the Rings kremlinology club and I very rarely speculate on social media drama-drama. These being exactly the reasons why you guys seem to hate me with a passion. I don't, darling: I pity and despise you, in equal measure.

As for the current situation in Puffland, you can fuck right off and ask that woman yourself. I don't think she likes me and I can't say many nice things about her, either.

But funny how I, along with a couple of other shippers, seem to live rent free in your empty brains. Given the mentioned company, I feel honored.

[e-vay]

Heyo! Do you have any tips for making comics? :)

I've been meaning to get back into the swing of it, but concentrating on such a commitment that takes so much time is tough sometimes haha.

How do you make it work? Are there things you avoid/make easier for yourself just to make the process more fun and do-able?

First of all, I’m very happy for you! I think it’s very exciting whenever we return to a craft we were once passionate about. I wish you the best of luck!

This is a big question and I don’t think there’s really one simple answer since all artists are different and have their own strengths and weaknesses.

One of the biggest issues I face is that I have a million ideas but I simply don’t have the time to do them all. I want to share all these ideas but if I gave each and every idea the same amount of attention and detail, I’d hardly get anything done. So here are some things I've learned through my own comic-making experience, but keep in mind it may not be what you're looking for. Also remember this is NOT career advice. I make comics for fun, not for a living. If you’re looking for professional advice I would suggest looking elsewhere 👍

1 - A comic doesn't have to be fully rendered to be entertaining. Although I love to draw and line and color my work, it’s not always necessary. If I feel a punchline is strong enough to stand on its own, I’ll just make it into a doodle comic. In fact, I’ve found that some of my doodle comics perform better than the fully rendered ones! The doodle comics are still very fun for me to draw and they also serve as gestural drawing practice, so in the end it doesn’t feel like I'm making a sacrifice. I'm still getting my ideas out there and I'm still drawing, I'm just prioritizing what gets more attention so I can better manage my time.

2 - Not every panel needs an illustrated background. You definitely need to show backgrounds for establishing shots and when characters are interacting with the scene. But sometimes the focus needs to be entirely on the character and/or what they’re saying. You can choose to have a solid color background and maybe add a few textures to keep it visually interesting. You're still putting in the effort to make your art pop, but you aren’t losing a ton of time by drawing dozens of backgrounds. Color is also a good way to convey mood. I do that a lot in my comics, like this bit from “My Gal”:

^ I was trying to show a progression in excitement here, so having the colors change from cool to warm does a better job portraying that than if I just had a standard, scenic forest background for all the panels.

3 - Use resources: That's what they're there for! Because I make all these comics by myself, I have had to find resources to help me get through some of the steps faster so I can focus more on the story writing and the artwork. For example, to help me save time on lettering, I use the Onomatopedia font and the Manero Panels, SFX and Bubbles brush set for Procreate. I’m still selecting the sound effects and choosing the appropriate bubbles and tails to suit the mood and scale of the text, but this has saved me a ton of time because I’m not drawing each individual element by hand over and over again. Personally, I purchased these resources but I'm sure there are plenty of free tools out there that you can use.

As far as making it more fun... Honestly, I just love comics as an art form so much that learning about all the 'rules' and techniques and 'SOP's behind comics makes it more fun for me to make them. I recommend checking out tutorials and tips (even if you think you already know it all) and you might be surprised at how much it might ignite more of your comic-making passion. For example, I've spent hours on Blambot's "How-To" page and on ComicDevices.com just to try and soak up as much as I can. They're full of fascinating reads that make me want to try out different things!

I hope this helps! Good luck with your comics!