#no real order to these it was kinda off the dome

[fiishboowl]

BweirdOCtober days 7 and 8 (bc I forgot whoopsie)

Trinket🦇🎃 they/them

Likes: Halloween, animal crossing and stardew valley, Victorian and sustainable architecture, collecting pinned insects, glass jars and filling them with shiny things, exploring the woods, oil pastels, costume jewelry, fruit smoothies

Dislikes: FPS games, deserts, industrial architecture, white chocolate, hazelnut, cigarette smoke, drawing with charcoal, the color grey, ringing telephones, loud car mods

Whimsy 🌈🐱 they/them

Likes: bright saturated colors, neon lights, EDM hyperpop and dubstep music, visual novels, decora kei fashion, boba tea, sushi, romance books, vintage windbreakers and handmade sweaters, gummy candy

Dislikes: dark chocolate, rainy days, “boring” colors, classical music,

Esther 🕷️🕸️ she/they

Likes: goth music and fashion, campy horror movies, the occasional rom-com, ophthalmology, the Addams Family, antique glassware, trying new coffees, rainy days, cross-stitching, puzzles, outdated media formats, learning new languages

Dislikes: bright sunny days, pastels, fruit candy, modern interior design, streaming services, video games

[zai-doodles]

In your fairy tail will Laxus be different, guy was too much of a prick to accept his change of heart or that "deep down, he's a good guy", he threatened to kill the entire city just because he had daddy issues.

i have so many opinions ive been avoiding answering this until i had time to write an essay so here you go.

So, i personally, feel like fairy tail has a really weird habit of having characters do extremely irredeemable shit, say several times that the character is enjoying what their doing, then have their character do a 180 several arcs later because after fighting fairy tail they just saw the light or some shit.

Like i was rewatching the Battle of Fairy Tail arc and lauxus is just... so awful? and the way they try to redeem him with the spell shit not working like sir he was going to kill everyone maybe we dont give him a pass?

all this to say heres how I would rewrite the battle of fairy tail:

Ok so i'd keep Laxus' resentment of Makorav over the banishment of his dad, the only thing keeping laxus in ft is knowing one day hes going to inherit the guild. He works his ass off to become as powerful as he can in order to live up to that legacy but also...

He hates it there.

Specifically, the ones who grew up in the guild (ie erza, mira, natsu, gray, etc) because he always felt like makorav embraced them more than laxus.

So he works hard and keeps his head down, picking fights more out of resentment than anything the other guild members did. I think some of the older guild members who remember Ivan are very wary of Laxus but not afraid just... keeping an eye out.

Laxus reads it as pity.

Once Laxus grows up, hes arrogant, entitled, and selfish. He puts his everything into becoming the best and surrounds himself with yes men (the thunder legion im getting to them) who boost his ego.

Then one day he overhears some fairy tail members spreading a rumor that Makorav is going to retire...

And Erza is going to become the next guild master.

And it fucking breaks something inside him.

I think Laxus resents Erza the most because its just so clear Makorav favors her over everyone. Shes so perfect and humble and honorable and...

Everything Laxus isn't.

So he sets up a plan. He's going to take the guild by force.

ok so it happens basically the same as canon right up until the end. Before the timer runs out Laxus demands Makorav hand the guild over to him before all these people get hurt.

Makorav shows up to confront laxus and instead of doing or saying anything, he just quietly walks up to laxus and stands in front of him.

Laxus starts to panic and yells about how the old man has to give up or everyone is going to die. Outside fairy tail is taking down the dome but its not enough.

Laxus grows more erratic but Makorav says nothing.

The timer runs out and nothing happens.

Laxus sighs in defeat. He's been caught.

He was bluffing.

See the plan laxus and the thunder legion made was simple, they'd prove themselves the strongest by beating the entire guild and once everyone was taken out, makorav would have no choice to hand the guild over since no one was left to stop the thunder dome.

the body link magic still hurt any attackers just to make them seem more real, but they were only really there to pressure Makorav into caving.

Laxus didnt account for his grandpa having faith in him.

However the power grab couldn't be ignored, attacking the guild and even just threatening the city leads to laxus getting banished.

The thunder legion decide to leave fairy tail but laxus forbids them from following him anymore, not feeling worthy of being their leader anymore. So the thunder legion kinda just go off on their own as a trio for the time being.

Idk if this feels lame to others but to me its better than having laxus fully believe hes going to kill everyone and go through with it (even if the spell didnt work) only to redeem him later. It just feels weird to me? idk im not a great writer but this is just my lil rewrite.

as a treat have my bickslow redesign

shhh ik its not v good im still work shopping it but this is like, my third attempt so just take it for now

[moranasgrave]

obsessed plug!eren drabble ( WARNING THIS IS NSFW)

(writing this off the dome sorry it’s kinda long but this might get a pt 2 😭 and it’s not proof read yet sorry i’m trying to push out content as much as i can so i can work on this fic LMAO)

also excuse the use of the word pussy i don’t know a way to say it without it lowk sounding cringe 💀

You were erens favorite customer, he couldn’t get enough of you. Everytime he seen that “yooo” text message pop across his screen he felt his heart jump out his chest, and his dick jump in his pants.

He knew you were a heavy smoker because you always would get an O from him about once a week. He always wondered why you smoked so much, but he couldn’t really be a judge as a dealer who only smokes.

Ever since connie introduced you guys at reinas kickback a couple months ago, he couldnt get you out of his mind. the way you swayed your hips when you walked up to his car from your apartment. The way you would lean in the window smiling brightly at him, your hair framing your face perfectly. He’d hand you the weed and you’d hold on to his hand for a little longer than normal. He was head over heels for you.

The way you danced like you didn’t give a fuck who was watching, going as far to grabbing on the railing of the stairs just to throw it back on Sasha. Wearing those tight mini dresses or those mini skirts with thigh highs, it made him just want to rip you out of them. You were so intoxicating.

You would also be at the small house parties just for friends too. Eren never really felt bold enough to start up conversations with you, just looking at you made him hard he didn’t want to seem like a creep. That’s why he’s thankful everyday that you smoke, the one thing he knows for sure you guys have in common.

He’s out dropping off peoples orders before he hears his phone buzz on the passenger seat. He feels himself start to smile when he sees that “yooo” he came to love so much. He rushed his next few orders just so he could see your face while the sun was still setting.

He finally makes it to your apartment the sun just about going down. The sky is a nice hue of purple and orange, perfect timing to see that beautiful skin of yours glow.

You’re already we’re outside waiting for him on the sidewalk of your building. Wearing a gray ruffled mini skirt with black thigh highs and a forest green zip up that was a little too big on you. Wearing your signature black hello kitty slippers, thighs spilling slightly over the top of those socks, looking smooth and soft.

God he was a mess over you.

He quickly adjusts himself before you make your way to his passenger window. “Heyy erennn”, you say with that big beautiful smile. “wassup girl what you finna get into.”

You tuck your hair behind your ear sheepishly, “i was actually gonna ask if you wanna come smoke and play the game with me, i’m bored”, you say with a slight smirk spreading across your face. You knew eren had a little crush on you, and he was fine so why not see what happens.

“Fashoo lemme park real quick, i got a blunt already rolled and your O.” You smile and nod your head backing up from the car and waiting on the sidewalk.

Eren can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. Being around you high was bound to be trouble for him, he could barely handle himself sober. Ever since he saw you, he hasn’t really been into anyone else so he was nervous as fuck.

He grabs the blunt and your weed and heads over to where your waiting. He walks in and is instantly hit with a mix of weed and some sweet smelling candle. You have a mix of cute carpets everywhere and the big flat screen tv with the xbox controllers already connected.

You sit on the big black couch you have a little too close to the tv screen, patting the spot next to you. Eren sits down and lights the blunt hitting it lighter than usual. You click on some shooter game and pass him the controller, “why are you so quiet”, you ask tilting your head in confusion.

Eren passes the blunt with shaky hands, “i’m chillin man pay attention you’re about to die.”

You hit the blunt blowing out fat clouds of smoke as you easily kill the person who was one you. You can slowly feel yourself getting horny, and he wasn’t seeming to be making any moves so you decided to take it into your own hands.

After finishing the blunt you glance over at eren whose already staring back at you, eyes low and bloodshot with his lips parted. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you move in and grab his face looking into his eyes for consent. He grabs you by the throat pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss.

You move to straddle him on the couch immediately feeling his bulge growing in his sweats. You start grinding on him needy to get yourself off before your high goes down. He wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees before grabbing at your panties under your skirt.

You quickly slide them off before you break the kiss and go to his neck, earning some soft low groans as he bucks his hips up grinding on your bare pussy. “sit on it baby i can’t take this anymore”, he says breathlessly through his moans.

You grab his dick and guide it to your entrance sliding straight down on it. You both moan in unison as he makes his way inside you, lazily pumping up and down into you slowly. He grabs your neck again and brings you in for another sloppy kiss. “your so fucking sexy, tell me how much you want this”, he whispers in your ear spending a chill down your spine.

“I want it so bad eren please”, you moan grabbing onto the form of his shirt as you start to pick up speed. “That’s it baby, make yourself feel good”, he’s now sitting back with his hands on your hips as you grind into him relentlessly. His moans grow louder and louder and you can feel the knot in your stomach start to slowly unravel.

You jerk your head back rolling your body against his, as if you couldn’t get any closer. Eren can’t help himself anymore, the weed makes him too sensitive. As you reached your climax he reaches his at the same time, both panting and sweating from not taking all your clothes off.

After a while you sit up and look into his beautiful green eyes, still a slight haze of red behind them. You lean down and kiss him softly, his lips soft and moist. After pulling away you hop off him and scurry away to your bedrooom yelling you’ll be back in a second.

Eren is stuck replaying what just happened in his head over and over while he goes to the bathroom to clean himself as well. He can’t believe he wasn’t the first one to make a move this time. He usually always makes the first move. You made it clear what you wanted with no hesitation.

When you get back erens waiting for you at your door. “i’ll be back if you want me back, just call me babygirl”, he says as he walks up to you bending down to give you a hug. You understand he has other people to deliver to and you doubt he’s gonna be shy after this.

Still embracing him you lean up to his ear on your tippy toes and whisper “of course i want you back, next time let’s make it to the bed.”

Before he can react or reply your hurrying him out the door giving him one last peck on the lips.

As he walks back to his car eren feels himself getting hard all over again. “God dammit y/n.” he lowly curses you as he adjusts himself.

[top-rhaenyra]

Team Black has interesting characters, but I need them to have more conflict with one another to see them truly

shine.https://www.reddit.com/r/HouseOfTheDragon/s/nPLxtAKy0u

Thoughts on this post?

i don't necessarily believe team black needs to have more conflict to be interesting, but i do wish their characters were explored more (i expect them to be in s2). however, i think it would be a massive shame if they don't explore some of the interesting dynamics between these characters that would exist, whether they are shown or not.

that said, i do think there will be conflict brewing. we can already see it in the promotion of the rhaenyra/daemon relationship. there's only a certain amount of real conflict that can be shown, bc overall i do think they are a much more functional family than team green and much of the interesting parts of the characters' relationships are internal.

here is just a list i can think of off the dome that i hope are alluded to or explored more in s2:

rhaenyra and rhaenys. rhaenys has already spoken about how they'll never let a woman rule, yet goes to war and dies for rhaenyra anyways. why? is it hope? true belief? just plain old love? i'd love to know

rhaenyra and her relationship to actually wanting the crown. imo she's seen the iron throne as an extension of her father's love, but after luke and jace's deaths, how much does she truly desire it?

rhaenyra and daemon in regards to daemon not listening to rhaenyra's orders and desires. i cannot wait to see the full scene of her finding out about b&c, and i think the scene where she asks if daemon truly accepts her as queen will be incredibly important

rhaenyra and daemon in regards to alicent. now, obviously i'm excited to see alicent and rhaenyra's dynamic in s2, but i am also intrigued by how rhaenyra and daemon's relationship will suffer for it. daemon has made it very clear that he wants all of team green dead, so how does he react when rhaenyra lets alicent live? not well i presume

jace and his relationship to aegon 3 and viserys 2. does he resent them for being the perfect targaryen princes that he is not (visibly, at least)? does he love them anyways? does he even think about those little kids?

jace and his relationship to daemon. its kinda obvious there's tension there already. can't want to see if/how it is expanded on, especially if it becomes obvious that daemon does not, in fact, respect rhaenyra as a true ruling queen

the dragon twins and their relationship to rhaenyra and their father. i worry they won't get as much development as they deserve, but i hope that there is at least a measure of character exploration (specifically: i really really want to see what they do with rhaena)

with rhaena in particular, i also really hope they don't give nettles's role to her. they probably will, just based on the promotion so far, but i find rhaena's lack of a dragon and insecurity about being "useless" in the war effort a particularly fascinating thing to explore if they choose to go that direction.

i could probably think of more if i tried, but that's just kinda the main things i hope to see from team black's side. i believe the only real conflict will be between daemon and rhaenyra, but i would loooove to further delve into the nature of everyone's relationships and roles within team black

[pwnyta]

tell me about lost in general bc i watched it vaguely as it was releasing but i was. a child. and never rewatched it and i love learning abt media secondhand through ppl who are rlly into it bc i always learn things in variable order or with immense biases. :)c

THATS SO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY!!! THERES SO TO EXPLAIN!!!

Well obviously.... LOST is about a bunch of survivors of a plane that crashed on a mysterious spooky island and happenings HAPPEN & shenanigans ensue but the story is so twisty turny there is no way I could possibly explain...

BUT I WILL TALK ABOUT MY BLORBOS!!!

FROM MY SHOW!!!

We'll get these three dumbasses outta the way. In order-

Jack. Hes a doctor and the main guy of the series.

Kate. Shes a criminal. The main girl of the series

Sawyer. Hes way better then the other two also a criminal the rival love interest for Kate.. hes gruff. Hes smarmy. he makes insensitive jokes about people. He gets a way more interesting story than the other two. Hes like Daryl Dixon from TWD except actually hot and not stupid as hell. Theyre basically the same guy.

The tension between these 3 fuckin idiots is SO played out. None of this is Kates fault but her character is made significantly worse when this love triangle turned love... square when Juliet gets added later. Jack gets with both Kate and Juliet at some point and theyre both way more interesting with basically anyone else. Including Sawyer!!!

This is all Jacks fault. As per usual.

Jacks claim to fame- Being wrong... all the god damn time. So much that he does is just not correct. Except being nice to Sayid. That is always correct.

Kates Claim to fame- Bein bogged down by fuckin love interests and being an immediately better character when not around them. Especially when shes with Claire.

Sawyers Claim to fame- Bein a redneck guy.

Sun and Jin. Sun is the daughter of some shady business man and Jin, because he loves Sun, ends up working for her father and their life kinda spirals for a bit NGL but they get SOOOO much better.

MY BABIES.... DO NOT SEPARATE THEM.

Sun and Jin are so fucking good its actually crazy. Initially Jin was gonna just get killed off for bein a bastard but (presumably) the writers were like 'Are we really gonna waste DANIEL DAE KIM like that? Are we being so for real? Have you seen him???' And they changed their minds and Sun and Jin are both so precious and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I DONT WANNA SPOIL THINGS BUT I LOVE THEM. Theyre hands scene.... I WILL CRY FOREVER.

Suns Claim to fame- Crackin Ben in the dome cuz she REASONABLY didnt believe him! Jack could never.

Jins Claim to fame- Being found in the woods occasionally by world weary friends and instantly making theyre day better.

Walt and Michael...

I think what happened here is Walt grew too quickly for the show and he just sorta got let go... which left Michael with NOT MUCH ELSE TO DO.

BUT THE WRITERS DID THIS MAN SO FUCKING DIRTY ITS INSANE. The fandom too! Walt gets kidnapped by some dudes AT GUN POINT. AT SEA!!! AND NO ONE FUCKING CARED... EXCEPT MICHAEL. But people got REAL MAD at Michael for everything he did after in desperation to get his son back. MICHAEL DID NOTHING WRONG(except for all the wrongs he did but we forgive him.)

Michaels relationship with Sun & Jin was great. First there was a thing with Sun and Jin... and then Sun with Michael... and then Jin and Michael (A wild and adorable friendship holy shit)...

Anyways Michael deserved better KEEP MY WIFES NAME OUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH. Wasting Harold Perrineau... Imma watch OZ instead THATLL SHOW YOU.

Walts Claim to fame- Bein a lil cutie pie of like 5 minutes & then getting kicked off the show for growing like 12 feet an hour (speculation)

Michaels Claim to fame- Ruining Hurleys date & becoming Sun and Jins boyfriend.

Charlie and Claire! Charlie is drug addict member of the band DRIVE SHAFT! Claire is a pregnant lady whos secretly something to someone else but we wont get into it.

They are sometimes cute sometimes cursed Claire deserves better and NOT PENNYS BOAT STILL MAKES ME CRY. GOOD BYE.

Charlies Claim to Fame- Putting his hand on glass and devastating a community of innocent fans.

Claires Claim to Fame- Taking care of 'Aaron' IYKYK

Sayid has such a cursed life... if anyone has watched VLD... its worse than what they did to Shiro. People he loves keeps dying, hes forced to kill people, every time he gets hurt he looks up with his big sad brown eyes and says he deserves it. he tries so hard to be a good man... WHY DO THINGS KEEP HAPPENING TO HIM.

Claim to fame- His big sad brown eyes and his luscious curls... and that time he snapped a mans neck with his ankles after he was tied up and beaten and held at gun point... As one does.

And then theres THIS fuckin freak... JOHN LOCKE.

His dad stole his kidney and threw him out a window paralyzing him from the waist down and he acts completely normal because of that throughout the rest of the show. (HES PHENOMENAL.)

Claim to fame- DONT EVER TELL ME WHAT I CANT DO!!!!!

Then theres HUGO. BEST BOY!!!! Hes basically the only normal person on this entire island. Sometimes bad things happen to him THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN OH MY GOD PLEASE BE NICE TO HIM.

Claim to fame- HURLEY HUGS!!!! GOLLY HE HUGS SO MANY PEOPLE AND THEYRE ALL HAPPY ABOUT IT!!! EVEN MILES! And Miles could find a way to complain about ANYTHING.

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Those are like the MAIN GUYS.

WHO THE HELL IS NIKKI!? We just dont know.

But have some important other guys~

DESMOND AND PENNY....

(me blubbering and bawling)

Claim to fame- (I just continue pointing and crying) CHARLIEEEE

BEN LINUS!!!

I know I called John a freak but heres John bigger freak of a boyfriend/tormentor/tormentee... This mans name is Been Lyin' basically and he'll lie about anything anywhere at anytime at all down here in the deep blue sea! AND PEOPLE JUST KEEP BELIEVING HIM. So at some point you just go... 'well they kinda deserve it.'

Michael Emersons performance as Ben Linus was so fuckin good they kept him on for the rest of the series even tho he was definitely not supposed to be there that long. IT WAS THE BEST DECISION. BEN IS SO GOOD(as a character in LOST hes a bastard otherwise.)

Claim to fame- Gettin his ass beat constantly. In a funny way. Sayid also gets bullied a lot but Sayid doesnt deserve it. BEN DOES. ITS FUNNY EVERY TIME.

Rousseau is a crazy French woman who lives in the woods. She does torture Sayid a little and a lesser woman would be incinerated for that action alone....... but I love Rousseau.

Claim to fame- Taking any opportunity to beat the shit outta Ben. Good for her.

Abaddon! Hes not an important character really at all... THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING WITH LANCE REDDICK!?!?!? THEY JUST KILLED HIM!?!? FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU HIRE LANCE REDDICK AND DO NOTHING WITH HIS CHARACTER!?

Claim to Fame- BEING PLAYED BY LANCE REDDICK!!!!!!!

There are a bunch of other characters... ones that I love... like Frank and Miles and Mr Eko and Nikki and Paulo(who the hell are Nikki and Paulo!?) and Rose and Bernard and Boone and Shannon but I'll leave you with one last character.

VINCENT!!!!!! SUCH A GOOD BOY!!!

Claim to Fame- Making sure a certain someone does not die alone cuz they lived together.

I just wanna talk about LOST with you Just wanna kinda get LOST in you ya~ Was thinking maybe I could watch LOST with you cuz im already~ LOST IN YOU~

[aeoki]

SS Finals - Melee: Chapter 13

Location: ES Dome White Team Waiting Room Characters: Mika, Jun & Seiya

TL Note:

Kansai is a region in Japan where manzai comedy (a straight and funny man exchanging quips and jokes very quickly) is heavily associated with. Mika speaks with a dialect from this region.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< At that time. “ES Dome” – “White Team” waiting room. >

Jun: If you can, that would be great, Kagehira-san.

Mika: Ah, okay. But are you sure you want “Valkyrie” to perform first for the “White Team”?

If we show everyone “our world” from the very beginnin’, then wouldn’t everyone think it’s too much…?

Jun: Yeah, that’s definitely possible~ So, well, it’ll be a gamble.

Mika: That’s possible!? Noo, the “White Team” might lose because of us!

Jun: Oho? Are you trying to say “Valkyrie” doesn’t have the confidence to captivate those who’re seeing you guys for the first time~?

Mika: Ngh?

Jun: Then, that’s okay~ I’ll ask another unit to do it instead.

“Valkyrie” is always saying arrogant things, but I guess that was just lip service and not–

Mika: ………… *Slams hands on the wall and traps Jun against it*

Jun: …Yeah. N–Naturally, that’s not true, right~?

“Valkyrie” is a powerhouse unit that won in the Tohoku region and advanced to the Finals, after all – They won’t say something a newbie would, right~? ♪

Mika: O–Of course not! I’ll show you! In fact, we’re so perfect that I feel bad for the units appearin’ after us!

They’re nothin’ compared to us, after all!

Jun: Indeed. Please beat your opponents up with that enthusiasm ♪

The “SS” Finals is structured in a way that each representing unit will appear one after the other…

And “Valkyrie” spends a lot of time creating a “world” on stage, so you guys will be able to demonstrate your uniqueness if you perform first.

Mika: Ngh~ That’s true now that you mention it. Even if they tell us it’s our turn to get on stage all of a sudden, we wouldn’t have enough time to set everythin’ up.

Even without it, we’ve got a fair amount of appeal now, but it’s still not as good as a fully set-up stage.

Jun: Yes. You’ll be appearing on stage at the best possible timing and as the most appropriate unit representing our team…

I’m sure the “Red Team” will do something similar as well.

We’ve got to make sure to come up with our own strategies too.

If we let units stand on stage in any random order or on a first-come-first-served basis, then we’ll be crushed by their counterplan.

Mika: Yeah. It’s a team battle this time – Actin’ selfishly could even result in losin’ a winnin’ battle. Teamwork is the most important thing here. It’s like baseball.

Jun: Baseball…?

Well, if you’ve understood, then I’m glad.

I feel bad treating you like an errand boy, but could you please let Itsuki-senpai know as well?

Mika: Sure thing~ He’ll probably understand the situation better if I was the one to tell him.

Jun: Yeah.

He should have also received an “oracle”, but he looks like the type of person to tear it to pieces without reading it, so, you know – just in case.

Mika: Yeah~ Onii-chan will definitely rip it apart dependin’ on who the author is.

Jun: Onii-chan…?

Mika: Oh, geez, I forgot I can call him “Oshi-san” now!

Jun: Ahaha. Looks like you got a pretty weird “order”, Kagehira-san~

Mika: Yeah. My brain’s on the slow side, so it’s kinda hard on me, though.

I even lost my sense of reality after bein’ in “SHINSEKAI”. I was wavin’ my hand around tryin’ to summon magic and stuff. It was actually pretty embarrassin’.

But on the other hand, it felt like I was in a dream and it was nice since I could get all sorts of ideas goin’. It was like my ideas took off on their own.

Jun: Really? If that’s the case, then I’m looking forward to your performance later~♪

Mika: Yeah! Watch us real carefully – “Valkyrie” has improved after all this time!

Seiya: What a surprise to see you two getting along splendidly, my dear sons!

Mika: Your son ain’t here, ya know!

Jun: Woah, that was a quick reaction! As expected of someone from the Kansai region[⁎]...!

Mika: Ehehe. You always shower me with praises, so I like ya a lot, Jun-kun ♪

Jun: The same goes for me since you’re easy to talk to~

Anyway, did you have something to talk to us about, Hidaka-sensei? You’re the “Support Idol” for the “Red Team”, right? Did you come to spy on us?

Seiya: No, no. I don’t intend on working that hard for this year’s “SS”. You guys can do what you young people usually do.

My era ended a long time ago. It wasn’t my intention to take part this year as a “Support Idol”.

But well, “he’s” making an appearance, so I’m here to balance things out.

Mika: What’re ya talkin’ about…?

Seiya: Ahaha. There’s no need to be so wary of me, Mika-kun. I said you were my “successor” to hide something else.

I don’t genuinely want you to turn out like me, so rest assured.

I have zero talent in raising people and you already have a master.

Mika: Uhh…? Whaddya mean?

Seiya: We idols have an “enemy” we must defeat.

It’s a tactic used to trick that “enemy”, make them lower their guard and assassinate them in their sleep. That’s all I can say at this point – Perhaps I’ve said too much.

Mika: ……? ……?

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[chidoroki]

Ron Kamonohashi EP9

aka: solved.. somehow.

Yo, that’s true.. the director and the weird bowl cut guy ran right to where Ron’s teacher fell off the roof. They had to be aware the kill happened in order to have known exactly where to go afterwards.

Everything seems so simple when Toto explains how the first murder happened.

Okay, I can believe the fishing line was used to pull the trigger on a gun but did we even find a second gun hiding behind the air vent? That’s news to me.

The fake gun was used to frame Ron, but the director just so happened to sneak the real gun away from the vent when everyone was distracted? All this feels kinda anti-climatic to me. I dunno why.

Mhmmm, him knowing to get flashlights before even entering the pitch dark dome is a fair point I noticed last ep at least.

Not at all surprised to see Ron command the director to use the gun on himself.

Or the dude can drug himself.. sure.

And we’re left with a whole lotta questions revolving around luring Ron here though.

I dont like how that one police officer smiled..

No shot.. aint no way the same mark on Ron’s neck has been underneath the dead photographer this entire time. I get the dome finally opened fully and we can see inside there better now that it’s morning, but they showed tons of close of shows previously and that was no where to be seen!

Oh, of course the director faked his death somehow and that smiling officer was in on it.. though I’m clueless about what the hell the tennis ball was for.

The house of M?

Okay damn, officer straight up killing the director anyway..

Hold up, the officer was wearing a mask but the lady underneath is looking fine.

Wait wait..“he’s the sixth generation of a detective who was our natural enemy.” “And the ninth generation from a certain someone else.” So that really is a 96 on Ron’s neck? I wasn’t going crazy?

[superiorjello]

So I just watched the first two episodes of "Midnight Museum"

It's a Thai Drama, kinda spooky, the first couple episodes are up on YouTube on the GMMTV channel for free so if you're curious, that's where it is.

My first reaction to the content is that this is YURGEN LEIGHTNER'S ASSISTANT: THE SHOW for any of you TMA fans out there. This dude Katha has a museum full of haunted shit. Enter Dome: freshly laid-off barista given an edgy bleeding-cowboys-esque font business card by the mysterious Katha. Now he gets to go work with ghosts or some shit!

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Heres just my straight up reactions. SPOILERS NOW

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Okay, this "orders coffee but doesn't drink the coffee" motherfucker is pulling some edgelord shit.

Dude! Why you gotta beat up an old man like that? EDGELORD DOESNT EVEN HELP? AND YOU'LL STILL TAKE THE JOB OFFER EVEN THOUGH THIS DUDE WOULDN'T HELP AN OLD MAN BEING BEATEN?

Okay sure, but he will beat up some thugs for Dome.

Now let's just drag you into the weird ass museum and not explain anything myself, the butler can do it.

IS THIS OTHER EMPLOYEE CHICK REAL? She says she's not a ghost but like... there are other options that are still spooky.

So can Dome like... hear haunted shit real good? Is he being specifically targeted for some reason? ...And now he's haunted by some fetal position slenderman-looking motherfucker, okay AND NOW EVERYTHING IS RED

YOU KNOW, THIS IS WHY WE DONT STORE ALL THE HAUNTED THINGS IN ONE PLACE

Not sure what was up with all that typewriter and wedding stuff but okay. Where did this woman come from? Unsure. Nice to meet you June-

Aaaaaand now coffee shop thug is back for more! THIS IS WHY WE DONT STORE ALL THE HAUNTED THINGS IN ONE PLACE, YURGENsorry KATHA.

Episode 2 time

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS HIS FAULT YOU WERE THERE WHEN HE DROPPED THE CARD AND YOU NEVER EXPLAINED ITS IMPORTANCE OF CHECKED HE STILL HAD IT

These thieves are so dumb.

I still don't trust this girl is just another employee.

Have I mentioned that the thieves are SO SO dumb?

I also love how the effects are just good enough to be fun to watch, just bad enough to not be scary.

DOME FOUND SLEEP PARALYSIS SLENDERMAN

And he just GOES BACK TO "not a ghost" GIRL AND ASKS FOR MORE HELP AND DOESNT ASK ABOUT SLEEP PARALYSIS SLENDERMAN AT ALL???

Love the way snakebite thief's face splits open. And his snek tongue. It's just great. No notes.

Katha and butler are just standing around humming and hawing over the lost shit. What great security there was for all this super haunted shit you had.

How long of a drive IS IT? DOME starts biking in daylight and it's NIGHT by the time he gets there.

Dome, seeing blood spatter: time to follow it with a phone light and NO WEAPON

no, we'll use the PHONE AS A WEAPON AND NOW HAVE NO LIGHT EITHER

WHY are you helping your old barista coworker? He's a dick.

All the haunted thieves look perfect really, no notes. Spider dude has EYES ON HIS CHEEKS

WHATS UP WITH SLEEP PARALYSIS SLENDERMAN???

Okay, Katha took a poisoned bite to the shoulder and a dagger to the gut for Dome. He's gained some points. But he's on THIN fucking ice.

WHY CAN DOME SEND THINGS TO THE SHADOW REALM? Are those people gone forever now? Will their families never even get a body? Will they be left guessing about their loved ones disappearance?Love those dark eyes tho.

So Katha is immortal so long as he's in the museum, huh? What was all that shit about not sacrificing himself for other people from the butler? It seems like he's the prime target FOR it.

I still wanna know what's up with the ghost girl. And also sleep paralysis slenderman.

[violetjedisylveon]

Uncle Organa

Summary: Bail Organa visits the Fulcrum cell, mostly to appease the tiny metal devil that's been hounding him to go see the baby.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: just brief mention of pregnancy

A/N: E. K. Johnston's description of Artoo as a little metal devil is something I will never let go. There is some iffy space/planet asteroid stuff in this that I don't really explain but, this is a story where Ahsoka and Kaeden have a kid with the force so, I assume your disbelief is already suspended. I'm weird and I do things that I think are cool so it's better if you just roll with the weirdness.

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Kaesoka Child AU link here.

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To say she was surprised to learn that Bail Organa would be visiting was an understatement, Ahsoka had panicked.

Everything was in decent order when the Senator arrived, but she was still nervous. She blamed her wild hormones for the panic as Rinu was greeting the Senator. She took comfort in Kaeden's presence next to her and the baby sitting between them, currently trying to eat her hand with her toothless mouth.

A loud, cheerful series of beeps reached her and she craned her neck to see Artoo speeding down the hall. The astromech rolled to a stop in front of her and beeped an excited greeting. His photoreceptor landed on Padmé sitting between them and he gave the equivalent of a droid chuckle. Ahsoka rolled her eyes at his childish behavior.

"Artoo!" She greeted the droid.

It was good to see the little guy, even if he poked fun at her private activities. Artoo beeped happily in response.

"Now she can finally talk to the real one." Zevra commented.

Ahsoka glared at her. So what if she missed the guy? It wasn't her fault he wormed his way into her heart.

"How've you been, little guy?" She asked.

Artoo told her how boring senate shit was and that he missed going on missions and being with Anakin and something about C-3PO not being the same and more annoying in recent years.

"I know, I miss him too." She patted his dome head gently.

He gave a sad whirl, then returned his attention to Padmé, immediately cheering up.

"You think she's cute? I suppose she's kinda cute." Ahsoka shrugged.

Artoo gave her a gentle zap for that. He beeped eagerly about how she was cuter than a Tooka kitten.

"Don't let the Aatoo hear you say that." Ahsoka warned.

As if the critter had been summoned, Aatoo suddenly materialized out of nowhere and hissed at Artoo. Artoo beeped aggressively at the Tooka and scared him off. Ahsoka sighed, course Artoo would pick a fight with a Tooka.

"Should I check the bed for Tooka droppings tonight?" Kaeden asked.

"I would." Ahsoka said.

The senator cleared his throat and Artoo did a droid equivalent of an eyeroll. Ahsoka hadn't even noticed the senator had entered.

"Senator Organa." She tried to stand up to greet the man, but he motioned for her to sit.

"I'm not here on business. Your friend has been pestering me to visit you since we got the message." Bail explained.

"Oh, good."

Ahsoka immediately slouched into the couch and was glad she hadn't felt like putting on more than a sweater and sweatpants. She would rather be comfortable right now.

"How are you holding up after, all that?" Bail asked with a general gesture towards Ahsoka, Kaeden and Padmé sitting between them, still chewing her hands.

"Well, whatever that was is way worse than I thought any pregnancy would be, and my dumb ass decided to go do it alone. I would not recommend it." Ahsoka groaned.

"Are you doing better now?" Bail asked.

Ahsoka raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"You said you weren't here on business." Kaeden said.

"Not incredibly important business." Bail admitted.

Ahsoka tossed her head back and groaned loudly. Kaeden gave her a quick kiss and offered to get her something to drink, offering caf to the senator. She had already hit her caf limit for the day, she wasn't supposed to have too much caf while breastfeeding.

Once Kaeden was off to the kitchen, Padmé finally noticed that there was a new person here and made cute little grabby hands at him. Ahsoka chuckled and picked up her daughter. She glanced at Bail and held Padmé out to him.

"Wanna hold her?"

XXX

Kaeden didn't bat an eye when she saw Padmé calmly sitting in Bail's arms. Her daughter was remarkably okay with unfamiliar people holding her, as of now anyway, it's not like she'd left their little base.

She handed a hot chocolate to Ahsoka and caf to the senator then took her seat next to her wife. Ahsoka leaned into her and she put an arm around her shoulders.

"I know I told you I wasn't here on business," Bail paused at Ahsoka's audible groan, "but there is something I figured best to talk with you about in person."

"Is there trouble?" Kaeden asked.

"No, it's nothing dangerous." Bail assured.

Padmé grabbed the edge of his cape and tugged on it gleefully. Bail took it in stride, he had a lot of experience with this. According to Artoo, he had given speeches and meetings with his daughter in his arms playing with his clothes or bottlefeeding her.

The little metal devil had even showed them some of the recordings.

"What I came here to tell you is that your shipmates' request has been granted, but I worry if you will have enough space for all of them." Bail said.

Kaeden glanced at Ahsoka, she sat up slightly, immediately more attentive. Zevra and Rinu had planned to make arrangements for their children to live with them. The kids were a joy and a help to have around, Xan was eager to learn and please, he was a great student for any subject. The issue of space was obvious.

There was only Rinu and Zevra's room, Ahsoka's, and now Kaeden's, overly crowded room, and Kaeden's former room which was part kids room, part storage. The ship was cramped too, with little opportunity for play or space to run around. With three kids, and soon to be a fourth, running around, they were gonna need a bigger space too.

And in Kaeden's own personal opinion, something that let her grow plants would be nice. She missed growing plants, she wanted to show Padmé how.

"Yes, we always knew we'd need more space." Ahsoka said.

Her wife leveled an even stare at the senator

"You already have something planned, don't you?" She guessed.

Who cared if it was Force shit, Kaeden loved watching Ahsoka guess what people were thinking. The little smirk on her face was absolutely everything.

Bail wasn't caught off guard by the question, he must've been used to it.

"Yes, fortunately, I was able to contact an old ally who has just what you need. She has several bases and storehouses stashed all over the outer rim, I haven't even heard of some of these systems, her family has been doing this for thousands of years, and she was more than willing to help." Bail said.

He motioned to Artoo, the little droid projected a hologram of three separate locations considered optimal for their cell.

"She selected three she thought would be best, but supplied a short list of others that you could use as well. You just need to alert her so she knows not to go there." Bail explained.

Kaeden gave the three locations a quick glance, there was one that caught her interest. It was based in a rather large asteroid, which had somehow in a process she had no hope of understanding, been made to have an atmosphere around it, it was a weak type one, but it meant the base couldn't be jeopardized by internal failings.

It was essentially an incredibly small, hollow planet, since the base ran through the insides of the space rock. What really piqued Kaeden's interest was the presence of plant life on the surface. It was only classified as an asteroid due to its size, which was already pretty big for an asteroid.

How this happened, again Kaeden was clueless, but she really liked that one. It would be like having a mini world of their own that, given it's extremely isolated location, would be completely unknown to the Empire, it was the perfect size for their group and maybe a few more, leaving them still with plenty of space.

We could raise our daughter on a 'planet' instead of old and rickety ships, we wouldn't need to constantly move around, we could have a home.

That base was stability.

"This is certainly a generous offer, who did you get this from?" Ahsoka asked.

Kaeden glanced away from the hologram back to the senator. He shifted from foot to foot.

"She requested not to be named, but I've done work with her before, she's incredibly reliable and hates the Empire with a passion, personally, I'd rather not get on her bad side." Bail then dawned a thoughtful expression.

"You may know of her actually, though I'm sure she'll be happy to introduce herself eventually. For now, her anonymity keeps her and her family safe, which I'm sure you understand." He said.

Kaeden looked at Padmé, still playing with the Senator's cape, and smiled. She understood now more than ever the desire to protect one's own. She didn't even need to look at Ahsoka to know her wife was feeling the same.

"We'll discuss it with Zevra and Rinu later." Ahsoka said.

Bail nodded.

"Now, onto less serious matters, my wife and I have a daughter of our own a few years older than yours, if you ever need anything, we want you to know that we will happily provide it." Bail said with a warm smile.

Kaeden got a funny feeling Ahsoka was about to say something dumb, and tapped her shoulder lightly. Ahsoka cocked her head to indicate she was listening. She leaned in close.

"Don't even think about it." She warned.

XXX

Padmé liked the stranger.

She didn't know why.

She just did.

He just felt good.

He felt warm and bright and happy and good.

He also felt… sleepy and uncomfortable under it all.

But it wasn't a bad sort of feeling.

She didn't feel any of the badness from him.

That was good.

She didn't like the badness.

It was cold and dark and lonely and empty and cold.

She didn't like cold.

Cold meant the badness, and there was too much of that for her liking.

She really didn't like the badness.

It made her feel sad.

She didn't like to feel sad, it made her cry.

She did not like the badness at all.

She liked the brightness more.

It was warm and bright and close and full and soft and gentle and peaceful and good. Very good.

The brightness felt like she was inside a star, she didn't know what a star was but that word felt right for the brightness.

The brightness liked it.

It told her it was like a star, bringing light and life and goodness and balance to everything around it and reaching far out.

The brightness told her many things, so many she figured she should not know them naturally, but who was she to argue with the brightness? It knew much more than she did.

So she laid back and listened to the calm voice of the brightness as she napped and played and ate and slept. It was always telling her something.

She did not know why the brightness had such an interest in her, but she did not care either. It could do what it wanted, it was the brightness and it was everywhere.

She could feel it everywhere, and that felt good. She could rely on it, cause it would be there even when she didn't need it.

She could sense a different brightness in everyone around her; everyone had some brightness in them, and they were all distinct. It was how she had learned how to tell them apart.

The biggest brightness was in her mom, but her brightness felt odd, it was dimmer than it should be. The brightness never told her why her mother was like that, only saying that she would learn soon enough. It didn't make sense to her.

The brightness was good, and it felt good, why hide it.

Padmé could feel her own unique brightness within herself, it was more like her mother's, but it was different, very different, she could tell that without being told.

But it didn't matter, she had all she needed with the brightness, her friends and her mothers. She didn't need anything else.

And she liked that.

XXX

Kaeden set Padmé down in her hanging cradle and gently swayed the basket back and forth for her. Behind her, Ahsoka, Rinu and Zevra were finalizing their decision

"So it's official, that's the one we want?" Ahsoka asked the two older women.

"Yes, even without all the benefits it has, who doesn't want to live on their own personal mini planet?" Zevra said enthusiastically.

The asteroid base had been picked as the best option, much to Kaeden's delight. A full review showed that it wasn't too far from some place with adequate medical care, but it also had its own fully equipped medical wing, with operating rooms and the like. The center of the base was a massive plain of nutrient rich dirt and rock with some rock formations scattered throughout it. She could grow whatever she wanted there.

It was self sufficient and had been fine without maintenance for centuries.

It was easily the best option.

"Alright, I'll let Bail know." Ahsoka said.

She moved to leave the room, but Zevra stopped her.

"I'll let him know, you go get some sleep." Zevra instructed sternly.

Ahsoka frowned at the woman and was clearly thinking about arguing, until Rinu stood beside her wife and gave her that look. Kaeden could only describe it as a sort of mom stare. Rinu was very good at it.

It was easy to forget that the Tholothian and Mirialan were older than them, and could tell them what to do every once and a while. The pair was usually right.

Ahsoka grumbled and muttered under her breath before giving her reluctantly permission for Zevra to report back in her place. Zevra gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder as she passed. Rinu bid them goodnight and left behind her wife.

Kaeden stifled a laugh at Ahsoka's grumpy expression, she was just like an upset Tooka sometimes.

"Are you grumpy?" She asked when Ahsoka slid into bed next to her.

Her wife huffed and crossed her arms. She's grumpy today.

Kaeden wrapped her arms around Ahsoka's torso and pulled her close, she rested her head on her shoulder and hummed softly.

"I like it when you aren't busy before bed." She said, kissing Ahsoka's cheek.

Ahsoka cracked, her tension and grumpiness melted away. She still didn't say anything, she must've been tired.

"Let's get to bed, Soka." Kaeden said.

She got Padmé from the hanging cradle and pulled the gate down on her crib. She set Padmé down and watched with a smile as she immediately gravitated towards her favorite blanket.

Ahsoka was already under the covers and half asleep once Kaeden got in next to her.

"Sweet dreams Soka." She whispered, turning out the lights.

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Force fuckery bullshit pregnancies are the worst thing ever, -1000/10 would not recommend - Ahsoka Tano, circa 16 BBY

Bail, and Breha, are just the first of Padmé's many, many aunts and uncles.

That asteroid planet thing is about twice the size of the Ceres asteroid btw.

Though Ahsoka and Kaeden are nominally adults, they still act like teenagers sometimes, thus Rinu and Zevra must parent their boss, don't get me wrong Ahsoka is very good at the fulcrum/spy/leading a rebel cell thing, but she is not the best at making sure she eats or sleeps.

Just so you know the contact is not Barriss! Definitely not Barriss and I am not trying to mess with you, it's not Barriss! She has a completely different role in the story😊!

That being said, this story is part of a larger story that spans a couple of fics and I kinda gotta work things out more with the one set earlier in the timeline, cause it impacts what happens here, it'll all work out and eventually you shall see all the stories unite! I've got a bunch of different but connected stories set in the same alternate universe which I fondly call "force fuckery bullshit spawned babies universe", there are a few of those guys running around, Padmé is just the newest.

For now updates might be a bit slower with this, sorry.

I kinda liked doing the universe galaxy from Padmé's lil baby perspective and the simple way she understands all these different complex things.

Happy pride month🌈

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[hmm-dont-know-really]

I hope its okay to add on here, not a man but I do have some advice about doming.

first off it is super true that kink roles are not gendered, but not in a uwu everyone is valid and nothing is meaningful way - its true because the role itself is neutral and maleable. people express their gender (of whatever kind) through kink roles (whichever they pick), not the other way around. in my experience this is hard to understand unless you've actually seen different kinds of people performing in the same role, so one bit of advice is to seek out those experiences. don't just stick to what you think you're supposed to like bc its "right" for your gender - imo (cis) male doms have it pretty easy bc what they're doing is usually pretty close to default expectations, just with the intensity turned up, and as a result the "theory" written by and for that group can be kinda weak. not to mention that there is just NO well written easily available theory for some groups. go ahead and read the stuff written for the straights, the old stuff from the 70s, the cringe stuff written with bad language. trust that even tho performances are highly individual and (usually) gendered, the dominance itself is something you have in common with other doms, its good and normal to learn from what they're doing (but also don't take it as gospel, adapt it to your own needs, tastes and values).

secondly, the reason I'm calling dominance a performance is bc thats what it is. there is some real truth to the joke that D/s is the mortifying ordeal of being turned on by improv theater, altho in the case of a new dom it can be more like using improv to turn your partner on. some people, especially on the internet, lean really hard into the idea that dominance is real, innate, constant, etc, but I am here to tell you that is all bullshit. its always fake, and if it ever stops being a funny fake thing you can step out of at any time, thats a red flag that your relationship (either with yourself or your partner) might be getting unhealthy. this goes double if your kink role lines up with your gender in a way that reinforces the pressure to always be performing. men have it the worst in this area imo, so be careful, it can happen to you, etc.

in terms of dominance not getting you going the same way, I think thats actually very common. it takes a lot of energy and concentration to dom, especially if you're also topping. there's a certain need to keep a coherent narrative in the scene that makes it hard to be in the moment, which can make it hard to experience and/or notice physical arrousal. there are ways to get around that, but it will always be at least somewhat of a thing. a good D/s partner will care for you and want to make sure you have a good time even if that means getting you off outside of the scene. ymmv but for me personally, I tend to get super horny about half an hour after I finish doming someone, even tho during the scene I barely noticed it.

imo the thing that makes being a dom work, is when you can find some way to use it for your own ends. not in an asshole way, you should also be making sure your partner has a good time, but its very important to have at least one "selfish" thing you're getting out of it. this can be hard, but the good thing about D/s is it can be literally anything. you're the dom, you're in charge, you have a partner who is presumably really into you getting what you want - so let them have it. ask yourself what you've always wanted out of a sexual or romantic encounter but were afraid to ask for, or didn't think anyone would actually want to do, and then build a scene around that. this can work even with desires that seem too submissive at first - ordering your sub to spank you exactly the way you like, for example, or even ordering them to dom you if you're both switchy (this might be a scene within a scene). I don't know enough about you to give more specific advice, but the key is to start from who you are and what you want, and then figure out how to express that through dominance.

another thing that you could say "makes" someone a dom, is simply knowing how to do it. if you're the kind of person who likes to study, you can earn some credibility and confidence as a dom by reading up on theory, talking to and observing other doms, and learning/practicing skills (esp safety skills). as a bonus, even if you decide the dom role is not for you, these are generally useful things that will help you in other roles or just in your vanilla sex life. a few books I would reccomend to start with: the new topping and bottoming books, real service, enough to make you blush, the heart of dominance, and the dominance playbook.

final note, I agree with maddox that not being a dom doesn't make you any less of a man and that forcing yourself into it can really fuck with you (altho that is such a normal thing to struggle with, I don't think I've ever talked to a sub guy who doesn't have trouble with it), tbh forcing yourself into a scene even when you are a dom can be really bad. and everything about making the role serve you and not the other way around also applies to being a sub. but, I also think that if this is a question you're really feeling drawn to, its a good idea to explore it. if you really don't like being a dom, figure out exactly what you don't like about it and how that fits into rest of your personality. that way hopefully you can have some peace about it.

How do you….. become a dom? I’m trying to get more into domming because I feel like it will help with my Gender as a trans man but it’s just…. Not clicking? It doesn’t get me going like subbing does and I’m wondering if you have tips on how to mentally like domming

let me start by saying that i have very limited experience bc i've only been with my partner and we're boring irl lol. but i do have some things of importance to say!

i can definitely understand how domming feels like it will help with your gender, but being a dom isn't actually more masculine than being a sub. i know that's hard to fully accept tho bc i struggle with it too at times.

however, if domming isn't something you enjoy, then you really shouldn't push yourself to do it. i know it doesn't seem like a big enough thing to mess with your head, but it is, and it can.

being in the right head space for sex/intimacy/scenes is crucial to keeping it safe and enjoyable. it's easy to think "well it won't feel like i'm forcing myself to dom bc i want to dom," but you'll find out pretty quickly in the moment that it does feel like you're forcing yourself, and you don't really want to be doing it.

if the issue is just that you feel a bit insecure abt domming, i definitely understand that. tbh i feel silly trying to dom sometimes bc it seems kinda corny in my head. but it certainly helps to have a partner that is receptive, so you can tell they're enjoying it. that makes me feel more confident and less embarrassed, so i'm able to relax and enjoy myself more.

like i am the bare minimum of dominant irl bc i mainly just enjoy making my partner feel good. so if that still sounds unappealing, then it's possible you simply don't like domming. and that's ok! you are a man regardless. if cis men can sub and still be men, so can trans men.

[batslime]

Today I found MULTIPLE bugs that I have no idea what they are and have NEVER seen before and while typically I’ll just search on Google for a while or even go to one of the identification blogs here, I kinda wanna do a fancy display of these and engrave a title piece for it reading “No Idea What These Bitches Are” in the same grandiose style I do my normal displays

I’ve also considered before freezing and putting aside all the bugs I find in the upstairs bathroom, making a frame that looks like a toilet seat and just titling it “Guys I found in my bathroom”

[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

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The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. “Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

[chubmins]

candy bear, sweetie pie (i wanna be adored)

cw: feederism, belly kink, weight gain, burping, brief mention of body image regarding jimin’s family, streamer!jimin. 

“hello there... it’s manggae.” 

jimin’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as he laid back on one of his hands and appraised the rapidly growing influx of messages on his live’s chat. they weren’t quick enough that jimin would lose track, but nowadays he would have to scroll back up to catch something he missed a few times. his audience had been growing. 

“you missed me? cute. it’s only been a week.” his full lips stretched in a smile his viewers would be able to see and fawn over. jimin always positioned himself carefully, camera catching him perfectly from the lips down — not because he didn’t want the audience to see his face, they had seen him a handful of times now, but because he wanted his body to be the main focus. 

and his body explained why his nickname on the streaming website was manggaetteok. 

jimin had always liked to eat. growing up in an extremely rich family, food had never been an issue — until it started being taken away from him by parents and nutritionists who believed his chubby cheeks were something to be ashamed of. jimin spent his teenage years on diets, pills and stinky gym bathrooms. he almost started hating his body as much as his parents did. 

until he moved out. was moved out, to be more precise — an apartment bought for him in the heart of gangnam, too big for just one person, way under-decorated to look like a homel. jimin was twenty and out of his parents' claws for the first time in his life. 

it didn’t take him more than a year to figure out the most crucial things about himself: he prefered boys over girls, silk robes and lace over black pressed suits, and he very much prefered to stay home and order food to going out to a new bar every friday night.

jimin turned into the perfect definition of a homebody; and, soon enough, of a foodie. 

he didn’t hold back when it came to food, and the results of his indulgence after years of restriction showed on his body rather quickly. at least his parents were right about one thing — he really was prone to gaining weight, and a lot of it. 

sitting now on the floor of one of the three bedroom’s in his apartment, the one he had slowly decorated to be his streaming studio, jimin weight gain is nothing if not noticeable. nicely placed down on his fluffy baby pink carpet with thighs spread as wide as they would go, his belly hanged almost touching the floor. it looks so soft and pudgy now, bulging forward in an almost perfect round dome even when it’s empty. he has pink stretch marks from the top of his jiggly thighs to right under his belly button, which has gotten deep enough for jimin to fit and poke his entire pinky finger inside. his flabby tits rest nicely on top of his swollen gut, round puffy nipples a pretty light brown on display. 

“remember when i’d dress up all cute and pretty for these lives?” jimin practically purred at the camera, both hands heading to his breasts so he could squeeze and jiggle them while chuckling. “my bras don’t fit me anymore… i need to buy new ones.” 

as if on cue, the silent notification bar that signaled new donations started popping up repeatedly, each time with a different amount of the website’s currency he’d get to convert to real money later. jimin chuckled again, he knew how to play this game too well. he had indeed grown out of most of his fancy silk and lace lingerie, but he also didn’t want to repeat the same ones he’d still fit into. that being said, he had decided on his fit for today as being a pair of baby blue silk shorts that barely covered his ass when he stood up, and a matching silk choker with a small emerald pendant.  

“well, well, look at that! seems like i’ll have some new lingerie to show you guys soon.” His hands moved away from his body before he could get too excited, and moved towards the tray he had off camera. 

with a little bit of maneuvering, he pulled the traw towards himself until it was in between his massive thighs and the camera, positioned just so that his body wouldn’t be too covered up and his belly would still be on display. 

“as you can see” jimin praticaly purred, “i followed your requests and got a full american breakfast. there are pancakes,” he pointed at each and every item as he spoke, mouth watering just thinking about how he was finally going to eat “eggs, sausages, muffins, bagels and a berry smoothie.” 

that was probably enough food to feed a family of four — the chat flooded with excited messages of how they couldn’t wait to see jimin eating it all. at first his viewers’ excitement would startle jimin a bit, but now? now he lived for it. 

after all, he’d always get as excited as them. 

“should i start with the pancakes? they’re still warm.” he asked, reading all the messages he could, all of which were encouraging him to start eating.

jimin reached for the pancakes. there were six of them in total, fluffy and golden brown with melted butter running down on all sides. jimin’s fork was quick to make work through the first three layers as he balanced the plate on top of his belly, and once the big bite was inside his lips he moaned unashamedly. 

“fuck… so good.” he barely finished chewing before he pushed more inside his mouth, closing his eyes in bliss. “i could eat this everyday. imagine how much bigger i’d get.” 

his viewers got off on that, as he came to learn very quickly after starting to stream himself eating. jimin’s primary goal certainly wasn’t to gain weight, but it did keep the cash coming and he didn’t mind the plushness one bit. just a small price to pay for all the food he shoved inside himself, and he did look hot with all the extra pounds. jimin continued to shove the pancakes inside his mouth, barely chewing before swallowing, moaning almost obscenely throughout the whole process. it didn’t take more than five minutes for him to polish the whole stack. 

“kinda wish i had ordered more” he pouted, putting the plate away and lightly slapping his still very empty gut. the donations started popping up again, messages telling him to order more right at that instant, to order ten times more next week. “don’t worry everyone, i still have a lot more to eat!” 

jimin reached for the bagels next — there were 9 of them in a box alongside 4 muffins of various flavours, and jimin had started alternating between them while answering some of his viewers questions. 

“last time i went on a date? that was a couple months ago, actually” he answered between bites of a blueberry muffin. “made him take me to an all you can eat buffet, ate like a pig. had to unzip my pants for dessert and all...” jimin licked his fingers clean, making a little show out of it before reaching for the last bagel and all but eating half of it in one big bite before continuing in a lighthearted tone, cheeks full. “probably freaked him out, he never called again.”

the story was only partially true — taehyung had taken him to an all you can eat buffet for their first date, but he also had called again. they were dating, in fact, but had made an arrangement to keep it from jimin’s subscribers. as much as jimin didn’t mind showing his body and face online for thousands to see, his private life remained private, and he was a firm believer that nobody needed to know his real name, the city he lived in or his relationship status. 

“i need something savory, now. those muffins were really sweet.” jimin sighed, taking a big sip from his berry smoothie. one of his chubby hands played with his belly, caressing around the belly button before lifting the fat mass and letting it fall, sighing at the way it jiggled back into place. the movement dislodged a gas bubble, and he could hear the gurgling noise coming up his throat and feel the pressure on his chest right before letting out a loud belch. 

“oh, yeah… that felt good.” another burp made its way out right then, shorter and deeper than the first one. jimin bit his lip and smiled, playing coy. “excuse me!” 

he reached for the eggs, three full plates with enough spicy sauce on top that it dripped down Jimin’s chin at his first bite. he didn’t clean it at first, too preoccupied with stuffing his face until he could barely chew with his mouth closed. jimin still had a few steps to take before he felt actually full, but his stomach definitely felt a little bit harder at the top, now. he ate the first two plates mostly in silence aside from the casual moans and loud slurps from the berry smoothie, lips feeling tingly and swollen from the spice. 

“you guys remember last time i ate this spicy sauce, right?” jimin smiled, going for the third and last plate. “that day with the ten hamburguers. i downed almost the entire bottle with them, got so gassy afterwards. couldn’t stop burping.” the memory makes his comment session go crazy, talking about how hot it was, how he should do it again. jimin chuckles, happy his viewers don’t mind how much of a pig he can be sometimes.

he continues eating, barely stopping to breathe — there’s still two dishes to get done with, and his stomach is starting to protest about the eggs he just ate.  

“hmm… tummy is talking, you guys hear that?” jimin all but shoves a finger inside his belly button, moving the digit around in a movement that could almost be considered obscene. he feels so good, exposed like this, stomach gurgling away the fullness.

the donations keep coming at a fast rate as jimin keeps eating, pace much slower than when he first started with the pancakes, lips greasy and adorned with crumbles. his hands find his belly a plethora of times, caressing the stretched out skin, pressing against the swelled up gut as he unashamedly lets out moans and sighs of pleasure. that’s how jimin, sooner rather than later, finds himself out of food to eat, only half of his smoothie left. 

“so full…” he groans, leaning back to expose his full, rounded out fat belly. it gurgles audibly then, jumping out in an abrupt movement as jimin’s lips fall open and he belches again, a long and wavering deep noise that sounds both disgusting and relieving. only then he reaches off camera for a tissue box, cleaning his fingers and then his lips and double chin, laughing as he spots some muffin crumbles on his chest and wipes them away carelessly. 

“that was so—” jimin is interrupted by a small burp, cheeks puffing up cutely. “so good. but i can’t help but feel like i could pack more in here.” he pats his belly kinda harshly, the slapping sound loud inside his room. “should i go for 10 pancakes next time? or maybe only have pancakes, a huge stack of them… ah, bet i could eat 20.” 

the chat is, as always, extremely encouraging. the donations start coming at a surprising speed again, some messages attached about how the money is for his future grocery trip and for him to buy double of everything. jimin bathes on the attention for a little longer, answering some questions while trying to soothe his ful, oversized belly, chuckling every now and then and pointing out the gurgling noises it makes as it tries to process all the food he just ate.

he was not lying, though — it does feel like he could pack more if he tried. but that’s a thought for next time, and jimin stores it for next week’s stream as he bids goodbye and claims it’s time for him to get into his food coma and digest so he can come back even fatter. 

“this has been manggae… until next time, guys!”

[vulpes-aestatis]

Found you! ;)

I think I owe you…

No.

I absolutely owe you an apology.

You're not human. I know that. Most of the time I have no problem keeping it straight. I was just so worried when you went offline, and then I was trying to process the contents of those text files. I guess some anthropomorphism slipped out. I'm human (mostly), it's what we do.

So… I'm sorry. I'm sorry for anthropomorphizing you. I will endeavor to do better about that in the future.

For real though, are you okay? If you think there's a hardware issue, we should run some higher level diagnostics.

This is strange. Like… you were watching me hunt down and crack your last message. You saw all my little microexpressions as I read it. You're watching me right now as I write this. You just saw me delete an entire paragraph that I didn't like because the words didn't feel quite right.

Aaaand you were watching me with… oh god, what was her name? Agnes? Angie? Yeah, I did realize that you'd be watching the whole thing and she actually seemed really into that… but I just felt SO bad afterwards. I vowed never to have sex on the ship again… not that I'm having much these days…

I know you're not jealous, totally get that.

And yes, I am miserable. 1.4g is no fun at all. I'm sorry for making fun of you complaining about dry dock.

Not much to do besides read a message from a secret lover and compose a response. I really appreciate you opening up to me. I like the real you.

Let's see…

Since you mentioned your previous owners, I might as well come clean about my own past working relationships… not that I haven't shared most of this in prior one sided conversations… just feels like I should put it in writing for this, you know?

I had a short career as an engineer on long haul freighters. Some of the nicest, sweetest AI's I've ever met, but dumb as bricks. Not really much to anthropomorphize there. They're kinda like a big friendly herd animal if anything.

Before that, I was a repair technician on the gateway station in my home system.

It's funny, you keep referring to my homeworld, but I've never actually been there - the closest I ever got was the second moon. I've never stepped on a rock where people don't need a pressure dome to survive. Just another fun fact about me.

Anyway, I was born and raised on station. I spent every free minute of my childhood at the docks, watching all the ships come come and go. I loved watching the teams pull them apart and put them back together. They eventually got so tired of chasing me off that they gave up and decided to apprentice me.

Every so often we got job orders for these ancient ships, two-three hundred years old or more. You know, the kind held together by nothing but love and a prayer. Those were always my favorites because they had stories to tell.

You reminded me of them when I first saw you.

Oh… that sounded bad. I meant that in the nicest way possible. You look really good for your age.

The point is, I've been working on ships with quirky AI's since I was a kid. You do that long enough and you get a sense of when they're paying attention to you.

I guess that's how I knew you were special.

I'm sure you know already, but I was super nervous the first time I spoke to you: "Ship, register that I am your new owner." Remember that? It seems so long ago, but I distinctly recall feeling the full weight of your attention on me.

What I didn't say out loud was: "Take care of me and I'll take care of you. I hope I can be the kind of person who deserves you."

And that was before I got a good look at your specs and performance metrics.

I never brought any of this up because, at least in my experience, AI's get a little skittish when you start asking them direct questions about their capabilities. And… To be fair, most people get skittish about over-engineered AI's.

But I'm not most people.

I was perfectly happy to play along with the fiction that I didn't know what you really were. I figured you'd share when you were ready… if you were ever ready.

Should I have told you sooner? Do I owe you an apology for that?

Love, V

*

PS - About the crates in the hold: I have absolutely no idea what's in them. I didn't ask.

Please don't get mad.

They seemed legit, but now I'm wondering if I should have done a more thorough background check. In my defense, I was recovering from a head injury.

Should we be concerned?

*

PPS - You know my rule on passengers: none, ever. You may not be the jealous type, but I definitely am.

Knight/Lady dynamic but it’s a starship and it’s “owner.”

[ckret2]

Alright let’s talk GVK spoilers!!!

My reactions as best I can remember them!

- love how Kong is humanized from the very first scene, like every time he shows up he’s humanized so much more than other titans are. If that was at the expense of other titans being made likable I wouldn’t enjoy it so much, but like, Godzilla is made pretty lovable over the course of Monsterverse, Mothra is too, and all the titans featured for long are given recognizable emotions that let us see them as more intelligent and feeling than “just” animals; so all of them are made understandable/likable/sympathetic. But of them all, Kong is the only one really humanized. Which makes sense, because like, big monkey! Basically our distant cousin!

- And they kept playing, like, normal songs for him, which cracked me up.

- I really appreciated how you could SEE the titans in this movie. After all the weather effects to hide the titans in KOTM, there was such a clear difference in this one from the very start. Kong in the daylight! Godzilla makes his first attack at night, and even then you can see him much more clearly than you can for most of KOTM! Nice!

- after the Iwi were portrayed as silent stoic witnesses in Skull Island, I really appreciated that they took an Iwi character, made her a main character, and gave her dialogue and a real role to play in the story while also keeping her deaf/mute. I think that was a good way to improve on the way that the Iwi got got sidelined in the last movie while still maintaining the worldbuilding!

- I didn’t appreciate so much that, y’know, they murdered the rest of her people off-screen in order to do it. Couldn’t they have gone “her parents died so she got adopted by a Monarch agent that was close to her family, but like, the rest of her tribe is fine”? Or at the very least “their island got fucked up so they had to be evacuated but like they’re settling in somewhere else”? “They’re living under this island dome with Kong and they know what’s up and Monarch’s keeping them in the loop and they decided they’re chill with their new dome home, but this one girl likes to go on adventures with Monarch”? Something? Did we have to kill them all off? Y’all make up an entire fictional indigenous culture and then murder them off-screen when you don’t need them? Just let them live.

- a few minutes in I was like “hold on, we’ve got two characters that speak sign language, we’ve got a giant gorilla, gorillas learn sign language, is there any reason they can’t teach Kong?” and then later I was like “OOOOOH!!” Humans and titans learning how to communicate with each other has been one of my favorite themes to explore in Monsterverse fanfic so I was absolutely tickled to see it getting explored in canon, too.

- That said I think it’s hilarious that the girl managed to teach Kong to sign without, like... anybody seeing. Kong’s hands are above the tree line and there are cameras everywhere, how did NOBODY with Monarch see him signing.

- Bernie’s weaponized being an annoying coworker to such a degree it can only be called an art, and I really appreciated it.

- Godzilla’s extra chonky in this movie and I dig it. Roomie noted he was extra crocodilian and I dig that too.

- “There’s been no confirmed titan sightings in three years” I don’t buy that for a minute. They’re BIG. Rodan NESTS IN VOLCANOES. They found a MOTHRA EGG. Humans have A SCARILY WELL-FUNDED ORGANIZATION DEDICATED SOLELY TO FOLLOWING TITANS AROUND. Like, most of the lore in GVK that I don’t personally like, I can be like “eh... I can tweak it just a little bit with headcanons to make it work for me...” but NO confirmed titan sightings? You expect me to believe ALL of them moved underground when we’d previously seen them all prefer to live above ground? You expect me to believe that now that they’re all AWAKE, they learned how to HIDE?? Uh-uh. And at the end of KOTM there was stuff in the credits about using titan droppings as biofuel, obviously they’re still walking around up top! Can’t take that from me. Nope.

- Who the FUCK is Ren Serizawa and how is he related to Ishiro Serizawa? IS he related? Maybe they just dropped the surname as another “yeah this is a Godzilla movie for Godzilla fans” easter egg but I have a hard time believing that he can’t be somehow related to the other character with the Very Important Last Name who was so important in the last two Godzilla movies. If he is related I’m sure it’s been explained in a tie-in comic or the novelization or something, I’ll look it up later.

- I had to look up how much weight huge battleships can carry while writing a KOTM fic where Ghidorah hitches a ride on one, and y’all, I had to pull weird gravity-negating magic to get him to ride on that boat. Godzilla and Kong woulda sunk that boat like a rock. All I could think during that scene is “this wouldn’t work and I know that because I DID THE RESEARCH and I wasn’t even getting PAID.” I’ll choose to believe that Monarch gets special heavy duty ships designed to carry titans but nobody mentioned it because it wasn’t relevant to Kong’s journey.

- The bit where they could see where Godzilla was swimming because he’d got half a ship hooked to him that was bobbing around on the surface, didn’t Jaws do something like that with a buoy? It’s been ages since I’ve seen Jaws. Anyway good reference.

- Insert “they’re gonna need a bigger boat” joke

- I LOVED the part where they shut down all the ships to get Godzilla to leave. Both because, one, it’s a spectacular callback to KOTM’s “turn off all the guns so he knows we’re not a threat” that makes it seem like now that’s just what Monarch knows what to do to get G to chill out, and two... we know that Godzilla backs off either when he’s killed his enemy or when his enemy has yielded to him. At the end of KOTM—and the end of GVK—the act of yielding is presented as very ceremonial and uniform across species: everyone lowers anything they’ve got that could be dangerous (claws, fangs, beaks, axes) and bows to show Godzilla they’re not gonna fight. Battleships, obviously, can’t bow, but even without being inducted into whatever secret titan cultural intricacies might be going on, humans have figured out their own way to “bow” to Godzilla: cut all the power, so their ships can’t move and can’t use weapons. I know the movie presented it as “playing dead,” but c’mon, if Godzilla could hear MechaG power up from halfway around the planet then he could hear that Kong’s heart was still beating, and he’s been around enough boats to know humans can turn them off and on when they want. The humans bowed to Godzilla. He accepted that they yielded and left.

- Mark Russell looked like such a dad in this movie, like he’s retired 100% from being a rugged action hero and now he’s just Pure Dad. I like him better when he’s a dad, it’s a good development for him. He got like 3 lines and I’m like “I appreciate this character development.”

- Despite all my qualms about how conspiracy theories and extremist groups are handled in Monsterverse (and WHICH conspiracy theories they decide to reference), I really love Madison and Bernie’s dynamic. The adult man who’s the excitable wide-eyed believer in every BS conspiracy you can possibly imagine; and then the serious, severe Teenage Girl On A Mission who’s hypercompetent because she was raised for five years by a friggin doomsday cult militia; and despite having wildly different personalities they’re just, in total agreement about everything. Handled just a BIT differently (like, leaving out the more gross IRL conspiracies) they would be a wildly fun comedic duo—especially with Josh the Only Sane Man coming along as the hapless sidekick. And they all play off of each other so well! Both in a comedic sense, and in more serious moments—when Bernie talked about his wife, there was a real moment of empathy between him and Madison with very little said. I’d watch an entire movie just about the three of them. I’d watch a TV show.

- On the one hand I wasn’t too much of a fan of KOTM’s “all titans... are inherently In Tune With Nature... nature has a Balance, because that’s a Real Thing and not an anthropocentric concept to describe how we like nature to act, and they automatically restore it... because they’re like, some kinda borderline divinities or something... we should probably be worshipping them...” thing; but, now that it was totally absent in GVK, I sorta miss it. Like I feel like there needs to be a balance, a few humans who are like “i lowkey worship these dudes?” and a few others who are like “they’re cool but like, that’s a lil extreme” and that neither side be presented as Right in how they regard titans’ relationship with nature.

- “All titans come from THE HOLLOW EARTH” nah I don’t buy that it’s silly. Basically, what I object to is the idea that all titans have some sort of intrinsic similarity (they all come from the same hitherto-unknown location; they all are part of the same pack that has the same alpha; they all are fueled/fed by the same energy source; etc) rather than letting them be SEPARATE species whose only unifying traits are “they’re all big enough to fuck everything up everywhere they go” and “they’re big enough that the typically-insurmountable barriers between different biomes (mountain ranges, valleys, long distances with terrible weather) aren’t insurmountable for them, so even if they’re specialized in different environments they still all have to deal with each other pretty often.” I’ll make some exceptions for convergent evolution (i.e., claiming multiple titans developed similar traits that are relatively easy to spontaneously evolve and a prerequisite for a creature to survive at such a large size). But I can’t buy “this big gorilla has more biologically in common with this big crocodile-iguana than he does with, say, gorillas,” or most of the other “all these titans have THIS IN COMMON” claims that Monsterverse makes, including “everyone’s from hollow earth.” So I’m tossing that out the window and substituting my own headcanons. Some might’ve evolved there but some evolved on the surface. Maybe a majority of them like ducking in and out of the hollow earth like some kind of titan shortcut system. Kong’s species, I can buy, IS native to hollow earth, considering that they built a whole-ass society down there with tools and architecture.

- I’m SO curious about the little underground Kong home, the Godzilla motif in the floor, and the axe that appeared to be made with a Godzilla scute. What’s the story there??? We know Godzilla’s species and Kong’s species are ancient rivals. Is it because Kong’s species hunted Godzilla’s to steal their scutes to make weapons, seeing them as a valuable resource the way, like, early humans considered woolly mammoths a valuable resource—thus making that Godzilla on the floor equivalent to cave art of mammoths made by people who hunted them—until the Godzillas got pissed and started fighting back en masse? Or were Godzillas and Kongs already enemies when Kongs decided to start making weapons out of their corpses? Did they use to be allies, fighting together, with Godzillas voluntarily offering shed scutes and/or bones of their deceased members to Kongs, and that place used to be a shared home until they started fighting?

- What about that power source, is it something that was already there that both Kongs and Godzillas started to deliberately harvest for technology/atomic breath? Or did Godzillas automatically channel that stuff and Kongs exploited/borrowed/traded with Godzillas to utilize it too? Or is the power from Godzillas who collaboratively poured a bunch of power into the place thus that Kongs were able to use it too? I doubt Godzilla’s species CREATED all that weird energy but the question remains of whether, like, they channel it FROM underground, or naturally produce the same thing in their own bodies, or what.

- Godzilla using his atomic breath to dig a hole STRAIGHT TO KONG just to KICK HIS ASS is hilarious. How lucky that Hong Kong just HAPPENS to be straight over Kong’s house! Were all the tunnels to the hollow earth made by pissed off Godzillas who wanted to kick monkey ass??

- I loved the aesthetic of the battle scene in Hong Kong, with the brightly colored neon building outlines, VERY cool look. The choreography of the battle scene was great too, especially

- we literally broke into applause when Kong shoved the axe handle in Godzilla’s mouth. Love it, perfect callback, that was the ONE thing from the original King Kong Vs Godzilla I was hoping to see referenced and there it was.

- You could really see a difference in how Kong and Godzilla fought—Kong doing a better job at using tools and the environment, Godzilla fighting more like a reptile. They seemed to emphasize Godzilla’s more animalistic behaviors in this movie to accomplish that contrast—he was down on all fours and moving like a crocodile more often, he was clawing at Kong’s chest—but even though it seemed a bit different of a combat technique it also didn’t seem out of place compared to how he fought in prior movies. And we’ve already seen that if Godzilla’s involved in a fight and one of the combatants knows how to use the environment, it’s typically not gonna be Godzilla. (See: Ghidorah using the reflection in a building’s windows to see what’s behind him, and recognizing a nearby power source and biting it to juice himself up.)

- So many of Godzilla’s enemies seem to have specialized in negating his atomic breath in order to combat him! The MUTOs directly suppress his ability to use it—and it makes sense that that’s an inborn ability they have, since they evolved to use Godzilla’s species as prey. Kong has a weapon that both acts as a shield to absorb the breath and turn it back against Godzilla’s species—they didn’t evolve to counter Godzilla, but they developed tools once a rivalry happened. Ghidorah’s the exception—which makes sense, since he came from space—but even at that we see him using tactics specifically to take into account Godzilla’s most powerful weapon (such as keeping one head on lookout for when he starts glowing so that they know when they need to dodge).

- LOVED the reveal that MechaG was based off of Ghidorah’s brain, it has vibes of both the Kiryu Saga and the way that Heisei MechaG is based off of Mecha-King Ghidorah. Not the most surprising plot twist, since we’d theorized that they might use San to make MechaG, but I wasn’t 100% sure they were gonna go with it until they finally did. Even when I was going “huh, the mecha pilot’s chamber looks weirdly organic” I didn’t make the connection to WHY until the reveal, lol.

- “Ghidorah’s necks are so long that the heads have to communicate with each other telepathically” that’s COMPLETELY WILD but I love it, it follows very well from their prior portrayal as telepathic empaths in Heisei, it lines up with their emphasis on electricity (because BRAINWAVES AND ELECTRICITY, hey ho movie monster pseudo science!), and it very much compliments my own private headcanon that they’ve got some psychic/mind control abilities.

- The movie ended with both “Godzilla won, technically” but also “since they teamed up as equals, the ending doesn’t FEEL like ‘Godzilla wins, Kong loses’ but rather ‘they both won against a common foe’” and since I’m on both Team Godzilla and Team They Should Be Friends, I’m happy with this outcome. Plus since the last time they fought, the Japanese movie company graciously let the American monster win, so it’s only polite that the American movie company graciously let the Japanese monster win.

- There were just a few too many humans in this movie. I was intrigued by Ren but we didn’t get much out of him, but like I guess somebody had to be in the pilot’s seat other than the Apex CEO. Didn’t care for the author of the hollow earth book, I feel like his role was superfluous. Didn’t need the Apex CEO’s daughter there at all, coulda done without her. How about this, combine all three roles. Instead of having a whole-ass author who knows about the hollow earth, just casually reference that Rick from KOTM wrote a book about it since he was the expert, and (since he wasn’t in this movie) say that he tragically died going to explore the hollow earth himself, and that way we’ve got the book with the “titans are from there” theory AND an excuse to share the “humans die when they go underground” info. Now, have Ren be working for Apex as a pilot for Mechagodzilla, but have him be MechaG’s pilot because he’s also a good pilot in general, and can fly those HEAV things. Have Apex send him to Monarch to be like “hey, you guys trust me right, since I’m Ishiro Serizawa’s relative? We at Apex have heard all about your failed hollow earth expedition, and due to Ishiro I’ve got some past ties to Monarch so I’ve got high clearance with y’all, so I could bring over this useful Apex tech that’d let you go underground and use what I know about hollow earth from my past time at Monarch to help guide things.” Once they’ve got the little chunk of energy stuff and go topside, he hustles it straight to Apex and straps into his seat to run MechaG. Bam, you’ve combined “person who knows enough about hollow earth to help the expedition,” “person who represents Apex’s interests and gets the energy,” and “person who pilots MechaG” into one character, in a way that takes three flat/underdeveloped characters and turns them into a single interesting character with a lot going on and some intriguing ties to the rest of the cast.

I think that’s everything?? Hoo.

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How do you feel about Studio Choom’s artist of the month? Both like as a concept but also the actual dances. For me they all sorta blend together but I liked SinB’s and the last half of Soojin’s with the lights and the table. I just wish they’d highlight smaller groups cause I’d love to see Hwanwoong, Byeongwan, or Sua there

i was literally just thinking about aotm when this popped up in my inbox....amazing. i love this.

so as a concept? i think it's fun and i like it! i like that there's a space outside of posting content on their group's own channels for the dancers to show off a little. i don't really know how studio choom is choosing the artists because the variety is HILARIOUS. like if you look at most of them they're all baby 98-01 liners and then there's 86er yunho......comedy. and i agree i do think they should be pulling in artists from smaller groups because i would love to see byeongkwan and sua there. or taeyang. however if they bring hwanwoong on they gotta just end the series, there's only like three people that can follow him up and one of them is enlisted.

as far as each actual dance? there are obviously some i liked and some i didn't like. i think the biggest flaw with the concept is the studio choom space itself, because you kinda half to do something with that white big blank box in order for there to be some kind of impact, especially when there's been almost a dozen aotms now. overall i think the ones that work the best are the ones that capitalize on the freedom of the space by pushing it, as opposed to just relying on the dance itself.

chaeyeon (izone) - i gotta give her a break because she was the first one but i don't particularly like this choreo, nor do i actually think it's that good; it's pretty flat. i also don't think they filmed it that well, which makes it harder to appreciate, but studio choom does get better at that as time goes on.

sinb (gfriend) - she's has ok presence but this is a generally flat performance on the whole.

soojin (gidle) - i like the idea behind the lights but that type of flashlight is too small to have any type of throw when there's stage lights blasting. again, if you want to use practicals like that it's really gotta be dark. i like her theme and i LOVE her outfit, but i don't know that she really embodies this performance; it feels very outside of her and i think that's mostly to do with her performance face.

yunho (tvxq) - i don't think this is yunho's best showing, but also i think that yunho's style in particular is incompatible with this kind of up-close showcase format. i've talked about him here, but yunho has one performance setting and that is 'attempting to light myself on fire so you can see me from the nosebleeds in the tokyo dome' and you can't really reel that in with any kind of readability to a close quarter camera situation. the vices section is much more readable and fun because he lets some of that attitude through, but he gave himself performance face for this one. i like that he brought in some set rather than just practical furniture.

yeji (itzy) - i feel like i've never watched this choreo all the way through because it doesn't have any dynamism. i also don't think the choreo itself does yeji much justice, since the moves slow down in pace in the last half and it makes her look like she's tired.

wooyoung (ateez) - this choreo does a great job of integrating character and the beat changes in a manner that interesting to watch and not particularly easy to perform. it has very complex dynamics because of the way the song is remixed and it's a real strength of wooyoung's that he can maintain the energy even though the choreo demands him to go slow-fast-slow-fast-slow-fast-slow. i like that studio choom chose wooyoung in the first place because he doesn't get a whole lot of performance time and although yes this is on brand for him and he could have pushed something more unusual, it's still nice to see.

yeonjun (txt) - i really hate the song watermelon sugar so poor yeonjun was already at a disadvantage, but i also don't think it was the right type of song for this narrative. i do like that there wass a narrative and i like that he chose a rock song for the second half, but they don't transition the songs together well and he didn't choose a good rock song. there's a lot of fun ways to blend an acoustic -> amped song that work better than this, and tbh he should have just stuck to one song rather than using two. the jacket guitar move is very fun but overall the choreo doesn't feel like it fits the concept that well, it reads very disharmonious to me.

chaeryeong (itzy) - this is one of my favourite routines! chaeryeong is one of the most effective at utilizing the emotions of the song to enhance the performance and also holding the space for herself as a performer, which i was a bit surprised by since i don't find her to be a standout in itzy. i especially liked the use of the tower cam for an above angle, which was a great way to give a different dimension to the space.

juyeon (the boyz) - the choreographer and/or performance director did a GREAT job working with juyeon's one (1) expression of slighly-menacing-blue-steel. the combination of lighting and keeping the camera in close works really well in conjunction with this type of movement and the first two outfits are so good. they're both excellent examples of how to use black to minimize and disappear body parts: the tight black of his shirt combined with the red ripping though his jeans really emphasize the uncanny feeling that he's crawling out of his own skin in transformation, and the yellow underlayer at ankle, arm, and that sliver of torso gives just enough limb definition while while implying a process of unearthing gold. i do think they flub the final transformation with that plain white and black look though, they should have gone full matthew bourne swan lake with it, honestly.

hyunjin (stray kids) - the single split second of excitement when i thought that hyunjin had chosen an actual mötley crüe song....... and then his betrayal of cutting his hair........... this could have been so much more interesting than it actually was. it's good choreo and i think he performed it well, but it's also very typical of the stray kids brand and i would have liked to see something more experimental from him, especially in this space that's removed from the group, and since he just did something more alternative with red lights!

for me the most effective performances are the ones that use the lighting rig and camera flexibility to its full capacity, like wooyoung's, juyeon's, and chaeryeong's. the interesting thing that the aotm series does is expose how there's definitely a mode of younger gen performance; there are some that are able to shake that better than others, but it's still very present that they're all performing in a way that reads as performing. i don't think that this is a problem, it's just a thing i've been noticing. part of it correlates to them being young, but i also wonder if it correlates to the prevalency of this kind of close-quarters-filmed-content-focus that's been cropping up in the last couple of years, since yunho also adopted a similar style for this specifically. i want to say maybe that it's also to do with the distance involved in performing for a live audience vs a camera (theatre vs film acting) but there are third and fourth gen idols that are good at both, so it might just be circling back around to the point i made here where there's a difference between being able to execute choreo well vs truly embodying a choreo.