#not to keep rambling about this show but it sealed the deal for me about a couple of ?? lifestyle choices i guess

[copia]

GRAPHIC NATURE & CASEY at the heavy music awards 2024 (two of the only photos i've got)

[princessbrunette]

omg I love kitty!reader sm!!! she’s a lil weirdo just like me!! she’s probably v into witchy stuff and learning about the occult and magic! and jj is always letting her talk his ear off about whatever you’re hyper fixating on at the moment. I can totally see her randomly asking him super seriously if he’d ever taste her blood because she read in some spell book that it would bind them together forever and he’s just looking at her like “Do we wanna go to a graveyard to really seal the deal orrrr” because let’s be honest, that fact that you’re into strange stuff like him turns him on sooooo much it’s kinda funny

₊⊹ ���᭡🐈‍⬛ ⁀➴

thinking about kitty!reader talking jj into making blood vial necklaces for eachother <3

it turns him on how devoted you are to him to wanna do something like that, so he agrees without much thought. only the next day you’re showing up at his place with a whole kit, little needles and syringes with empty vials tied to ribbons that you’d purchased all for this marvellous event. you’re giddy, and he’s increasingly nervous.

“and— and it’s even better ‘cos tonight’s a full moon.” you beam at him as you clean his arm, preparing to take some of his blood.

“okay so… am i like, gonna turn into a werewolf or somethin’?” he teases making you giggle.

you take his blood, pulling it into the syringe and he’s a total baby about it, yelping and wincing, rambling in order to keep himself cool. “y’know i watched this movie once about this crazy scientist who steals this guys blood and he like — he makes evil clones of him. i lowkey feel like you could do somethin’ like that, y’know. like — an army of evil boyfriends— i dunno—”

“jayj stop moving!”

“my bad.”

it comes the time to take your blood and he pretends he’s not feeling a little squeamish at this point, letting you lay against him as he slowly pulls the syringe up, filling it with dark red blood. you were never good at this kind of thing, getting weak and lightheaded, eyes fluttering as you drop more weight onto him. he blinks, craning his head to look at you.

“uh, hello— yoohoo— kittycat… this was your idea, rise and shine.” you smile weakly at the slight panic in his voice.

“m’just resting. feel a little weak.”

“okay, that’s normal right? yeah that’s — that’s like regular. this is a super normal thing to do.”

when he’s done he makes kissy noises, the same you would to a kitten to attract its attention and you open your eyes, sitting up and stretching your back a little. “mm, thanks jayj.”

“uh, yeah.”

you chat as he watches you pour the blood into the vials, so casually that he can’t help but feel in awe of you.

“now you have a piece of me forever.” you grin, canines glistening in the dim lamp light.

“y’know some couples just get matching tattoos but uh— this works too.”

₊⊹ ᥫ᭡🐈‍⬛ ⁀➴

[onakomiyaki]

just a silly crush (not) pt.3.5

pairing : daniel ricciardo x childhood friend-brabham!reader ; f1 grid x reader (platonic)

summary : you call for help, and max is the first person that comes to your mind. and to say that max is baffled is an understatement.

warning : unedited, harsh words, maybe ooc driver?, and bad grammars.

a/n : i am girl-bossing through exam today, and i decided to write this as a reward. i also listen to asmr roleplay by gibi asmr and moonlight cottage asmr while writing this and its good KSJNSKDJNAKD SORRY-

masterlist

max was in the middle of doing his daily exercise when his phone suddenly rang. he press the slow down button on his treadmill as he simply answer the call from his earbud.

"good morning to you, ice princess." he happily answer, still walking on his treadmill.

"max, I think I made a big mistake."

hearing your soft whimper he stop the machine.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

"i kiss daniel."

"what?!"

"i kiss him, max. we kissed."

max had to hold himself as he listen to you, leaning his body on the railing of his treadmill. his lips are sealed in thin line, trying to think of a reaction.

he is conflicted about this; in one hand he want to cheer on daniel for finally man up and make a move. on the other hand, you sounds so scared and he understand that this whole territory is foreign to you. so he just keep his mouth sealed.

"max, say something!"

"i–uhh��i don't know, y/n. it was just a kiss right? is it a bad thing?" he answer.

max decided that he is done with workout, so he got off from the treadmill taking his phone with him as he grab a towel. he glance at the clock on the wall. its 5:34 and he wonder why you already wake up this early.

"wait, where are you right now and why you up this early y/n?"

"i'm.. i dunno where i am right now. i was heading back to szeged from budapest but i just stop, i'm not even in highway right now. i dunno where i am, and i need a breather."

"god, okay calm down. are you alone?"

"yes."

"shit, y/n. send me your location so i can check on you. and also, how did you end up in budapest? what happen?"

and after 45 minutes of you rambling in your car, on the side of the road, in the middle of god knows where, you finish your story.

"- and that is how i end up in this shit. just lost me ol' cobber for doing something stupid." you said, a little aussie side of you were showing.

*cobber = a very good friend

max just open his mouth in disbelief or in silence? either way he don't know what to do. yes what you and daniel did are stupid, but from his perspective this is a long-awaited miracle. finally daniel grew a pear and you being smart. but damn, that was something. and he is drunk, so it doesn't count, i guess.

"that's it max, i'm gonna fly my ass back to straya before daniel catch me in my house. i'm running away, maybe move to-i dunno-alaska?" you said.

*straya = australia

"what? y/n, don't do that! you guys had just reconcile, now you want to run away?" max answered as he walk back to his room, straight to his computer as he turn on his simulator.

"well so much for reconciliation! i fucked up!"

he open discord from his phone and quickly type 'sos' to the discord server that he had made few months ago, back when the party-planning were made. lando had call themself 'project y/niel' and there are few drivers there that willing to help daniel and you; lewis, lando, charles, carlos (surprisingly), george, and lastly alex.

"maxie, wil je dat ik met dit ga doen?" maxie, what should i do with this?

"y/n, je zult toch tot kalmte moeten komen, en de enige manier omdat te doen is door te ademen. okay?" y/n, you have to calm down and the only way you're going to do that is to breathe. okay?

"okay."

"alright here's what i want you to do, you're gonna go back to your place and sleep. its almost 7 now, like it or not you will have to sleep. i'll deal with daniel so you don't have to worry." he command you, biting his lower lips as he wait for any reaction on the discord server.

"alright then, i'm gonna drive home first. talk to you later max."

"take care y/n. don't do anything stupid."

"will do maxie."

max today at 06:32 SOS. lewis ham today at 06:32 sos? what happen max? max today at 06:33 y/niel situation. @.landonorris i need you to tell us what the fuck is going on mate, y/n is freaking out. i already heard her side so i need your side of story now. charles_leclerc today at 06:35 mate, its not even 7 a.m, what did lando do? carlitos today at 06:35 plz respon @.max, charles is banging my door. alex albon today at 06:37 if its about daniel being wasted and y/n is with daniel rn, me and george doesn't know abt this. george russell today at 06:37 so true, bestie. carlitos today at 06:38 plz spill the tea @.landonorris, charles is freaking out in my room rn. max today at 06:41 guys, calm down. i just end the call with y/n they apparently kissed each other nothing more, so far. george russell today at 06:42 HELLO?!?! @.landonorris YOU DIDN'T TOLD ME AND ALEX ABOUT THIS PART? carlitos today at 06:42 charles is in shock rn, he just sat down like a statue please just share the whole story @.max @.landonorris lewis ham today at 06:43 oh my god... alex albon today at 06:43 that's it, i'm coming to you @.landonorris landonorris today at 07:01 GUYS I JUST WOKE UP JESUS WHAT and also you don't want to come to me, daniel is basically few rooms apart from me. AND THEY KISSED? MY TACTIC IS WORKING? george russell today at 07:02 mate, y/n is freaking out. your tactic backfired. kudos for trying tho charles_leclerc today at 07:03 lando count your days. landonorris today at 07:03 WHAT WHAT DID I DO? lewis ham today at 07:04 i am too old for this, i'm still stuck at y/n and daniel kissed. landonorris today at 07:04 GUYS DANIEL IS KNOCKING ON MY DOOR WHAT SHOULD I DO? max today at 07:04 let him in, he probably want to ask you about y/n landonorris today at 07:05 idk where she is tho' you're the one who knows max. max today at 07:05 exactly lando why is daniel calling me? lando? you piece of shit.

max let out a heavy sigh as he watch his phone lit up with daniel's name. he brace his body on the counter top as he answer the call. he will have to give lando an earful later.

"hello danny."

"max, i know you know where y/n is. please let me know where she is–or just tell her to answer her phone!"

"daniel, calm down."

max massaging his throbbing temple as he walk to the fridge, taking a bottle of water before opening it.

"max i kiss her! i��she–i can't help it! and now she's freaking out i–"

"mate you're also freaking out, just calm down."

"god i am such a loser..."

he took a chug of the water, emptying the bottle in no time. he chuck the bottle on to the trash bin before reacting to the sad daniel.

"yeah, you are. but it already happen, so you need to calm down."

"what should i do?"

"i'll talk to her dan, don't worry. for now, she need a space okay? and you need to go home. or sleep. either way i need you to, once again, calm down."

"all things aside, i am not regretting this. now that i know what i've been missing, i need her okay? she–god she is going to be the death of me max."

"god, you are such a loser. i'm ending the call."

before daniel even react to that, max already ending the call–shaking his head as he let out a tired sigh. he walk towards his patio as he scrolling through his contact before making another call.

"hello? anna? yes, this is max verstappen. i got your number from y/n. hey listen, i need your help with something."

prev || next

[yawntu]

Not a request (unless you want it to be)! but imagine avatar!reader showing neytiri a little girl on girl action (scissoring) cause Jake's been too busy with the whole clan leader thing to please her 🫣

this had to get its own little moment

a/n: I love her I had to write this when I got it something about her makes me swoon. She has so many layers and she is my queen. I finally formatted it. Not proofread yet oop

pairing(s): Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite x f!Reader, extremely brief Jake Sully x f!Reader

word count: ~2k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI Caught, Scissoring / Tribbing, Switch x switch couple, Pregnant Neytiri bc she’s a milf it’s more so a plot point then focused on, Praise kink (receiving), Neytiri doesn’t really know what she’s doing but your enthusiasm makes up for it

Neytiri could not bring herself to understand why she was sitting here complaining to you. Her life had finally found some semblance of peace. She knows that she should be thankful for the way her people have risen from ashes; for having such a strong competent mate and a mother who knew what was best for her people. She was thankful still had a family to support her and her beautiful planet that was in the very least safe for now.

She should be at ease but she’s not. She’s frustrated and antsy. Maybe it was because she was pregnant enough to be left behind in things she felt needed her attention- or maybe she did not actually care about all of that and the sun was just too hot. She was no sure what it was but she couldn’t shake all the bitter moments that had accumulated throughout the week and led her to this very moment. Sat lounged out by a stream not so far from the village enjoying lunch with her best friend. Though she loved your daily walks, even your company did not soothe the bubbling anger she ultimately has concluded boiled down to Jake.

“All he does is work!” She snaps at you plopping a round berry in her mouth.

For a second you flinch as if you’re the one she’s scolding for neglect. You’re thankful you’re not at the receiving end of her sour mood as she rants about how annoying her day has been.

“Well, he’s dealing with a lot of guilt I’m sure. Men think too much and get stuck in their own brains.” You shrug as you finish peeling her fruit for her, trying to ease her foul mood while not throwing the friend you greatly admired under the bus.

She thinks it’s sweet how you’re always looking to help her, and how loyal you have been. Almost to a fault.

Jake had given you the order to look out for her and you did the most to make sure you met his expectations- like the good little ex-SEAL you were. She thought it was cute that you were so eager to please. Listened to orders so well.

“I’m dealing with the weight of his tsawl txìm ‘evi,”

Big ass kid. Her joking comment makes you bark out a laugh and throw your head back as you swat at one of her sore legs that lay across your own lap and legs.

“Better hope he doesn’t have his father's big ass head,”

You make her laugh as you point to your skull to annunciate the comment. She likes that she doesn’t have to act properly around you. She didn’t have to be nice. She felt she could act her age. Act like she wasn’t Tsakarem. That you were not an alien who had lived a whole over life before you chose this. That her non-native mate wasn’t tasked with rebuilding the world around her with the help of her mother while Neytiri was forced to focus on being pregnant.

She thought that preparing for motherhood would leave her in isolation and drive her into a solitary pit of despair, lost in her own thoughts- but yet here you were. Like her little shadow. Always there to keep her from feeling so alone. You were a good listener too. You didn’t talk much- would just let her ramble about however she felt so she didn’t have to keep it in and go insane with grief. It’s why she trusted you so much.

“I’ll never have another child again,” She rolls her eyes as she wiggles her sore calf over your lap again,

“Please; continue.”

You smile softly at her, returning to rubbing her swollen calf and thigh that you had previously neglected to peel a particularly rough citrus-like fruit for her.

She can talk about anything to you, and you’ll nod and joke along because ultimately she’s your best friend. The best friend you’ve ever had. You think she’s interesting and you care about the way she feels. That’s probably why she likes you so much right now. Your attentive hands on her anyways.

She tries to occupy herself with the citrus that dances across her tongue but all she can feel is the pad of your thumb massaging her swollen thigh.

“Let me sit up so I can get your other leg and hips.”

Her tail flicks as you move past your leg to sit on your knees. She doesn’t mean to seem so annoyed in her actions. She is not mad at you. She really just hates Jake right now. For how tired he is. How busy he is.

He always makes it up to her but had he not been so busy she wouldn’t have been so enticed by the swift movement of your hands against her sapphire skin.

She can swear you’re teasing her on purpose. The way you prop yourself on your knees and annunciate the pretty dip of your hips. Neytiri can’t help but shift and open her legs a bit more. To give you more room between her. She’d say she was getting comfortable but she isn’t stupid. She knows you know it too. You’re terrible at controlling your body language. It’s almost rude how quickly your tail twisting behind you and the way your ears are pointed right towards her.

Your nose crinkles in concentration as you move her leg to rest on your full hips while your thumb instantly moves to push a firm long stroke up the side of her thigh. The feeling shoots across her nerves and she sighs at the alleviation of pain in her hips. It almost makes her forget how much you had turned her on.

“You are so blessed,” She’s shocked at how quickly your palms pressed running across her sore muscles has begun to ease her tight hips and her sour mood, “You’re doing so well,”

She’s thankful you’re so easily appeased. Tail swishing behind you as you rub where her leg met her hip. She’d encourage you the rest of the day if it meant you didn’t stop.

“I have one order, gotta keep you from killin’ Jake during the day,” a giggle falls from your lips.

You lose good girl points at the mention of Jakes name and for the fact that you tease her for her temper. It is Jakes fault she was so irritated today. You knew that. It was obvious how needy she was for intimacy. Jake was as perfect as he could be to her- he was just so busy. You know she didn’t have the heart to complain to her mate that she was horny and lonely when he was carrying such a burden. You could chalk her well-hidden desperation up to her being pregnant but your face flushes at the thought that maybe she just liked you a little bit. You can’t stop your silly smile at the fact that her hips relax even more when you switch over to her opposite leg. One leg lay lazily on the ground while your knead your hands against her flesh.

“Am I helping the pain a little?”

And though you’re asking her a question you’re not looking up at her from your position between her legs. Too busy watching your hands paw at her swollen hips and thighs.

You’re sweet to her. It’s why she controls the motion of her tail snapping up off the ground to smack right up against what she hopes is just as needy and wet as she is.

You yelp and it makes her laugh and though you’ve been half purposely touching her in the hope she’d recuperate your touches you’re almost shocked at the outcome.

“Why are you wet, huh?”

She hopes her words work you up but the fact that your eyes shoot to hers for only a second before looking down to her core ignites her own needy breath.

“I- uh… I dunno I haven’t had sex since I’ve been on earth… like seven years ago.” It sounded like a long time- five years and some months of those if those years were actually getting to Pandora- and it felt like a nap to you. You still miss it obviously- a little too much as she reaches her fingers to caress your wrist and it has you humming.

She laughs at you of course. Making fun of you even though she knew only the rudimental outside of Jake.

“You’re also very pretty,” your quick addition accompanies a charming smile.

She can tell you admire Jake so much at this moment. You match his same entranced pretty smile. Wide eyes looking all too eagerly up at her.

“You’re very pretty too,”

Your thumb runs under the lining of her tweng as she compliments you back and you practically purr at the soft and wet feeling her lips greet you with.

“Does it hurt here too?” You ask her, and though it’s half in jest she nods.

“Terribly. You’ll have to help me.”

You’re a bit nervous when she reaches her hand down to untie her bottoms. it’s not until her other hand touches your hip that you snap out of your own thoughts.

“I’m afraid I’m a bit clueless though,”

There’s that pretty charming quip in her voice that reminds you she is a princess and it makes your legs clench but ultimately calms you down over the fact that she cannot really judge your performance without comparison.

“I can show you,” you didn’t know why she made you nervous; “It’ll feel good for both of us,”

She just grins and pulls at one of the strings of your bottoms that you’re cursing for being as intricately worn as they are.

She can’t help but dance her hands down your exposed skin and admire how excited you seemed to be at the prospect of relief.

She’s not even all that pregnant yet and you’re still so gentle as to carefully position your leg to avoid her.

You sit against her a little too quickly, plopping down flush against her own swollen slit out of pure excitement before jolting back up slightly. Just allowing your swollen clits to touch.

It’s not that Neytiri didn’t figure this is how women who mated with other women slept together- but no one ever talked about it. She had heard whispers of women preoccupying themselves during heats, but she was clueless as to how it actually happened or how it could possibly feel satisfying.

Then, however, you started rocking your hips forward a little. She finally got the appeal of the feather light weight you started with. How enthusiastically and quickly you rub yourself against her is hypnotizing. She feels bad for being so into the way your dragging across the wetness between your bodies considering she has Jake but she can’t ignore how nice this is. She wonders which one of you is responsible for the mess- she can believe it’s her- it wouldn’t shock her in the least- but she hopes it’s you. Even though your eyes have already started to close as you nestled your face into her leg you used to balance yourself and your hip's movements stutter and messily ruin the steady build towards both of your orgasms every time you feel too close to cumming.

The feeling of you gliding your warm cunt against her swollen clit has her sighing in lenience. If your careful hands rubbing at her hips and thighs didn’t alleviate the pain she felt before then the way you forced her to focus on the desire to cum has cured it.

“Mmm. You’re doing so good for me- ya you’re right- fe’els good.“ she choked on her own pant as she tries to sit up slightly so she can touch your tail, “Go faster please,”

One hand plays with your nipple as the other uses her outstretched legs as an anchor to grind yourself down onto her at the speeds she requests.

The fact that you turn to look at her but instead get distracted by the oscillation of her full breasts has her hips rolling up to meet you.

“Oh-ohhhh,” and she feels your fall forward at her intrusion as to brace yourself onto your hands. She’s so thankful you were so flexible. So easy for you to loosen your hips open a little more and fuck yourself down onto her.

She felt so good. So much better than what you thought dragging your clit against hers would feel like. You get why Jake folded and betrayed everyone so easily. Her nails running across your thigh or back haphazardly in conjunction with the way you feel your clit slot up against hers makes you shutter.

You really hope you aren’t setting a bad example. You hope she’s feeling just as good as you are, it’s hard for you to turn your head to face her so you focus your energy on making sure your grind down accurately.

You try not to be sloppy- you do the best you can even though she whines and makes you want cum before she could.

You thank Eywa when you feel her nails dig into your hips and the gush of her pussy against yours.

Your, “Oh fuck- fucking hell,” is less ceremonious then her moans but you can’t help it when the added slickness of her orgasm makes it all too easy to trib yourself down against her and chase your own high.

You thank divine timing for finishing just in time for your heart to drop into your stomach at the sound of someone crossing the tree line,

“Huh, woulda’ get a load of this,”

It is a gruff masculine voice that you now vividly recall giving you the order to watch out for his wife- not scissor yourself between her thighs and fuck her.

[hornyhermitry]

These are not the Zenins you’re looking for - Naobito & Naoya ramblings and then some

Since there’s no real alternative for longer rants with a personal flavour, let’s give this a shot here on tumblr I guess? Heh.

Preface

General Naobito facts:

71 years → born in 1946, died 2018

Curse Technique: Projection Sorcery

Special Grade 1 Sorcerer

One younger brother - Ogi Zenin

Probably one older brother - unnamed, father of Toji Zenin

(I assume Ogi is younger because they are clearly not twins from the way they look, Ogi looks younger and Ogi’s children Maki & Mai are ca. 10 years younger than Naobito’s son Naoya).

Three sons - youngest son Naoya (27 years in 2018 - born when Naobito was 44)

Fastest Jujucist (except for Gojo Satoru)

Both Naobito & Naoya are names that translate to honesty & straightforwardness. Naobito’s further includes a meaning of “helpful/support”

Hobby: Anime

Favorite food: Sake

Least favorite food: Fishcake

Observations & conclusions from his manga scenes:

Confident, determined, affirmative, tactical (ref. Dagon fight + Jogo appearance right before the burn, doesn’t mind losing an arm, thinks ahead of Toji going for Dagon and jumps in to distract in support)

Cocky & playful, enjoys fighting (often grinning, excited to see Dagon evolve, taunts Nanami “Two 1st grades cannot exorcise (Dagon)?”)

Petty (annoyed by everyone fixated on 4K 60FPS and stupid numbers, retorts to Maki wanting to take Clan Lead)

He was drinking and did not care about Maki leaving the clan. There was no mockery and no attempt to stop her. Only when she said she’d become the next clan head, he asked if he should make her life harder.

He showed up to Shibuya to help out the rest (Maki mocks his drinking habits, with cans next to him he shouts over to her to bring him drinks, but later he nonchalantly breathes into Nanami’s face and we see he actually has not been drinking) and is excited to hear Gojo has been sealed, wants to celebrate.

Maki antagonizes him uncalled for, a bait he does not take but tells her matter of factly she should be the one to go home, to which Nanami agrees.

Assumption based on minor clues

Clan head since the 80s or 90s — depending on circumstances.

→ 2018-1185 (Zenin at the very least date back to Heian times) = 833 years with 26 Zenin clan heads= average leadership of 32 years = his latest “starting date” would have been 1999.

IMO it is very likely he took over earlier than that, because as far as averages go, it usually is way longer spans that are interspersed with very short ones.

(see: “medieval life expectancy was just 31” which did not have most people die at 31 but caused by a high infant mortality seeking the average - you either died as a kid or lived into your 60s).

I think he took over in the mid to late 80s because that sets up the unfortunate situation his family line had to deal with.

On a factual level it’s also not unlikely, because the first half of the 20th century was a chaotic time all around the globe, full of societal shifts and political conflicts that may have potentially led to Naobito’s father/Naoya’s grandfather dying “early”.

Anyway. I present to you:

THE LIFE & TIMES OF NAOBITO ZENIN aka HOLY HEADCANON

The historical context is what makes Naobito so interesting to me and further supports my personal controversial headcanon that:

Naobito & Naoya Zenin are NOT the major players in the, let’s call it “traditional Zenin camp” that exiled Toji and used all kinds of shady internal clan politics to keep power systems up.

Let me take you on a very exhaustive detour on what Naobito being 71 years old in 2018 translates to.

He was born at the brink of World War II and in the wake of the atomic bomb.

During his lifespan, Japan went from a humbled country on its knees to a major player in the global economy, driving technological advancements. During his youth, Japan’s patriotism loosened and a lot of American culture was adapted - the yankii subculture rose to prominence.

JJK readers were told that the Heian era was the peak of jujucists. IRL historically, it was a time famous for many violent conflicts and natural disasters.

Since JJK establishes negative emotions breed curses and cursed energy, this means Naobito‘s young years must have been infested with stronger curses than ever, spawned from the aftermath, suffering, resentment and personal tragedies of WWII, Hiroshima & Nagasaki.

Born in 1946 within months of arguably the worst moment of Japanese history, emerging with a new technique utilising modern animation processes, his potential power upon birth likely matched the new level of curse threats, enabling him to eventually become the fastest Jujucist alive with the use of his modern technique. Growing up in a strongly American-influenced Japan in a rapidly changing world, he was a completely different person than his father (who had seen multiple wars but no massive technological and social progress yet) likely was.

Being the middle child, his father was likely 25-45 years older than him (men back then often fathered their first child between 19 & 23, so I assume he fathered his middle child at 25+), therefore born between 1921 and 1900. This makes him very likely a very hardline conservative patriot who took great pride in the battles he fought in - either during WWI or WWII or even both. A man raised in the spirit of a proud nationalist Japan at the peak of its expansionist mindset across Asia, high in spirits from the successful war against Russia and winning military campaigns in China, Singapore and more East Asian territories. Japan during Naobito’s father’s youth wore uniforms and kimonos.

Whereas Naobito’s social upbringing (outside of his father’s direct influence) was shaped by a more globalist approach and culture, appeasing to the West and showing e.g. through the Olympics of 1964 what a modern country they had become. So when Naobito was 18, Tokyo modernised its post-war infrastructure and built both the Metro as well as the Shinkansen connecting Tokyo and Osaka which kicked off the economic growth in a global spotlight and highlighted how well Japan had rebuilt itself after the defeat 20 years ago. Japan during Naobito’s youth wore slacks, jeans and white shirts. He is old in 2018, but he is a "modern man" in comparison to what came before and he is accustomed to change and progress.

Due to this clash of ideals and lived realities in the world around them, I think Naobito and his father had a very rocky relationship once Naobito entered puberty (and listened to jazz, blues, rock and dressed in blue jeans and leather jackets) and that they had some fundamentally different views on things.

The realities of external life could not have been more different between Naobito’s father and Naobito. Whether it was the world around them or the eventual standing of their clan, Naobito was dealt a very different hand of cards than a very very long line of Zenins in previous generations had been dealt for many centuries.

Due to going up against a man with so much pride and confidence when emancipating himself as his own person, I believe Naobito grew a strong backbone and was a very genuine, upright person - within the limits of his time and upbringing. Much more progressive and less patriotic than his father in any case, which surely was a source of conflict. Yet, I suspect that succeeding in spite of his father’s disapproval is what fueled him to become a more capable and autonomous person than his brothers are and to show that an allegedly inferior curse technique will not hold him back. But Naobito and his father did not only clash about this. In the later Hakari introduction chapter, JJK establishes there are several political factions and some are in favor of traditional millenia old curse techniques like Megumi's 10 Shadows or Gojo's Six Eyes and shun new curse techniques like Projection Sorcery and Idle Gambling that only emerged with new technology. Since sorcerer grades are based on Jujutsu strength and such, people with a modern curse technique are clowned on and not properly being recognized - which applies to both Naobito and Naoya.

The realities of life for Naobito and Naoya are very similar and Naoya’s life is dealing with similar challenges as his father’s. Unlike his father, Naobito was confronted with the reality of established values, routines and social hierarchies becoming horribly moot and due to his own curse technique not being a prestigious one, he was forced to reevaluate the legitimacy of what his father had taught him and what old clans perpetuated. Both in light of the changing world and also his own value as a person and a jujucist. Naoya was confronted with a similar road to growth and reevaluating the classic Jujutsu society & clan values, also having received the same modern technique as his father and witnessing the new kind of strength Toji wielded.

While I do say that Naobito is a different man than his father, I am a firm believer that “the apple does not fall far from the tree” and very much see the likeness between Naobito and Naoya. I feel I should clarify this applies more to personality traits than opinions and I think all three of them are more straightforward and more blunt than the other family lines.

The people readers are told to be suffering by the Zenin family’s actions and opinions are Maki and Toji.

Both of which are not Naobito’s children. They are children of Naobito’s older and younger brothers.

Naobito’s unknown older brother exiles Toji due to him being resented and seen useless by the majority of the clan for not having techniques or energy, Naobito’s younger brother Ogi and his wife raise Maki & Mai in a cruel way, on top of that Ogi is shown to secretly plot behind people’s backs and be involved (with e.g. Jinichi) in inner-clan intrigues and betrayal. Funny enough, Toji himself is shown to be as much of a schemer (as seen through his bounty plan) and backstabber (pun intended) in line with his upbringing.

Naoya & Naobito on the other hand speak their mind openly, announce their gripes and do what they want. Naoya and Naobito are not schemers, they very much are -in accordance with their names - straightforward.

Naoya is many things, but he is not a liar.

Both Naoya and Nabito are eccentrics with a very flashy style that does not conform to plain traditions:

Naoya with his piercings and dyed hair (I’ve previously mentioned his white hakama being unusual for men, which still holds true, but it is not uncommon for high rank swordsmen to wear white ones, so I have now come to conclude these indicate his rank as Chief of the Hei) and Naobito, as an old man, sporting this over the top moustache.

There is an idiom about Japanese society that the nail who sticks out gets hammered down. Both Naoya and Naobito are doing everything to stand out and refuse to fall in line with unreflected traditional actions.

Both have not inherited the Ten Shadows technique but Projection Sorcery - as a result, both are on their own side which aligns more with the reformer side (that contains other Jujucists such as Hakari & Kirara who also have modern techniques), than the conventional conservatives (such as the higher ups or the Kamos. On that note, take a moment to reflect on the implications of Maki and Mai wearing modern school uniforms while Kamo Junior wears a uniform that much more resembles traditional clan attire: The Kamos are as conservative as the Zenins and probably more so than Naobito).

Both Naobito and Naoya are denied their perceived birthright purely by the unfortunate existence of Gojo Satoru and his Six Eyes, and Megumi having the 10 Shadows Technique, for the first time in hundreds of years denying the Zenin’s claim to fame.

Since Gojo was born 1989, I personally like to imagine Naobito tasted clan leadership as “the strongest” (and, in his case, fastest) for at least a few years before the one to change the world’s balance was born - simultaneously stealing Naobito’s position at the peak of the Jujutsu world and also denying that of his at that point two sons. Toji was already past the point of manifesting a cursed technique and therefore all existing “sons” of the Zenin family were ruled out to take their clan’s glory back from Gojo Satoru.

So Naobito tried and succeeded in having another son - I believe this is why Naoya was fathered by him as late as at 44 years. All hopes to restore the waning Zenin power were now on this little boy growing up. Would he be the one to manifest 10 Shadows and make the Zenin a worthy competitor to the Gojo clan again?

No.

Naobito, at this point already several years into watching his clan’s decline, lost the last bit of hope to restore its glory by traditional means and standards when his son manifested his very own curse technique: Projection Sorcery. Personally, I believe that your curse technique is heavily related to your personality - or call it soul if you like - and both Naobito and Naoya having the same technique reflects their similarity in character.

So Naobito raised Naoya to try and surpass the competing Gojo Six Eyes boy even without inheriting the jackpot technique.

While I do believe that Naoya was pampered by servants and women growing up, being the son of the Clan Lead and future Zenin heir in a long line of proud Jujucists, I also coin Naobito as one to give tough love, and demand a lot and would assume Ogi resented him because he would remind him of his own lack of potential, lack of power and lack of future.

On the topic of Ogi:

He is a weak, bitter man who holds resentment for everyone around him and blames everyone but himself for his shortcomings.

Being the youngest brother, his upbringing was different from Naobito‘s and I imagine that especially after witnessing his father and older brother argue and clash, he tried to suck up to his father by being a yesman to all his views and often tried to throw his older brothers under the bus and snitch about his activities.

He has always been a miserable rat with no backbone, hoping for another authority figure to spoonfeed him power.

He never learned that power is not given but taken and failed to take ownership for his life and actions right until his death.

Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother:

I have little thoughts about Toji‘s father/Naobito‘s older brother, but I think he also clashed with his father and (this is super out there) maybe refused to take responsibility despite being the firstborn son and had no interest in leading the clan. I think he was on good terms with Naobito either way and I can see the two of them in their late teens/early 20s out in town, wearing jeans, pomade in their hair, smoking, flirting and riding around on motorbikes with Ogi nagging on the backseat how irresponsible, shameful and reckless they are while they tell the miserable virgin to shut up and learn to be a man.

(In fact, this is the Zenin backstory I want to read and write about, hahaha).

I consider it possible Ogi remained unmarried/a virgin for most his life and only decided to marry a few years after Naobito‘s youngest son Naoya had also failed to manifest Ten Shadows, in a last ill-guided attempt to steal his brother‘s superiority by fathering a child with the golden curse technique. Unfortunately Maki and Mai did not get it either and, to add insult to injury, were girls. Ogi must have been seething about his unlikely decision to marry after all. Possibly he was talked into it by others in the Zenin clan who did not hold Naobito and his ways and his son Naoya in high regard - considering them too unruly and progressive, affirming their future support to Ogi‘s line if he ever takes action.

Either way, I think Ogi and Naobito (and Naoya) are on bad terms and Ogi is a weak rat that deserves to be stepped on by greater people.

Most readers sympathise with Maki and Megumi and their goals and views because that‘s the lense through which we see the story, but take a step back to think about the legitimacy of it for a moment.

Maki leaving the clan is fair, but why would she (or unwilling Megumi) be suitable candidates for leading what‘s essentially a business with lives and salaries and adult people in national positions of power and military units? The thought of it is absurd. It‘s only natural for Naoya, who was raised into this responsibility from a young age, to be outraged over a noname teenager stealing his legacy from him the moment he was supposed to get it in his mid to late 20s. It’s as outrageous as Gojo taking it from Naobito.

My personal headcanon on Naobito’s drinking habit is that it formed in his later years, after Gojo’s curse technique emerged. Struggling to come to grips in his mid 50s, after a life lived for the Zenin legacy for ultimately nothing, watching the power loss and decline of relevancy the Zenin hold after the unfortunate event series - Toji energyless and exiled - Gojo born with Six Eyes - Naoya not having Ten Shadows - from the sidelines of history and the center stage of his clan, with his older brother & his father definitely already dead at this point and him being left with the joke of a person that Ogi is, he took to drinking. “If it‘s all drifting into irrelevancy, I might as well sit back and have a drink in my remaining years.” Something to this extent. In line with this, writing Megumi into his will was a drop in the ocean and at this point no dent in the current state of the clan already past its prime in his eyes.

And yet, old Naobito, leader of the most powerful and wealthy Jujutsu clan (who does not need money) goes to help with the curse outbreak in Shibuya. Sober, despite Maki‘s claims.

And he does not pull a Kusakabe avoiding the curses roaming around but genuinely puts in effort to defeat Dagon and save Maki (who left the clan) after telling her to go home (which against all reason she refuses out of teenage thickheadedness and nearly dies burnt to a crisp as a consequence).

Whereas her father, Naobito‘s little brother Ogi, throws her into a cursed pit to die.

Now, as for Naoya.

Unlike Maki's mother, he does not try to stop her from getting to the curse tools. Unlike her father, he does not throw her into a cursed pit to die. Unlike Jinichi he is not involved in a plot to have her killed.

He mocks her for having an ugly face, rendering her a total failure (on top of not having CE and being a bad fighter). Compared to what everyone else is doing to her, that is really tame.

What I find interesting and most people oddly gloss over, is how he asks her if her plan is to stay in the shadow of Megumi and Yuta.

The implication of this is that he looks down on her choice to tag along behind two other boys — instead of rising up to defeat the odds stacked against her which he potentially considers her capable of. If he was not considering her worthy of being her own person, why would he mock her for being in the shadow of those two? Much like Naobito raised Naoya with tough love, I think this (unconsciously) is a jab at Maki to take Naoya and Naobito as a role model (instead of her weak father) and rise to greatness despite the odds. Somewhere in that douchebaggery of his, he considers her biggest fault her passiveness and acceptance of other people’s low opinion of her and tries to get her to snap and rethink. Be the rebel that Naobito and Naoya also are and were.

I think Naoya, with his definition of and thoughts on strength, his contrarian taunting of everyone else in the clan after his father’s death, had plans to reform the Zenin clan in his own vision once his time as a head comes, to mare sure it will be sustainable in a new age of Jujutsu with less outdated ways of thinking. Naoya has his own agenda. He is not following anyone else's. He does not care for Sukuna's plans, he does not care about Kenjaku's plans. He does not care about Gojo's or Maki's plans (the latter ofc only up until she is all up in his face with her actions) he just wants to get promoted, nothing more. That's not any bizarrely evil masterplan, just a guy trying to steer his life in accordance with his personal vision and goals.

One of my most genuine headcanons about Naoya is that, without Maki and Megumi, he’d have been with Hakari’s and Kirara’s reformer faction and wouldn’t ever have been perceived as an antagonist at all. Because he is not a villain, he is an antagonist, and specifically for Maki & Megumi - he has zero personal agenda with the rest of the cast (aside from Gojo in the broadest sense, but in the same way his father already had it and just lived with it).

Naoya’s whole life revolved around two things: eventually stepping up to lead the clan and to prove himself worthy despite an inferior curse technique, so naturally Megumi stealing the head position from him with contractual fineprint pisses him off to the max. And then to add insult to injury, his “untalented, ugly little cousin” runs amok and slaughters the clan he was supposed to inherit right under his nose. Which he, interestingly, kind of brushes off like water under the bridge and just mocks her for being heartless. He holds no sentimental feelings towards those people murdered there, going by his lack of reaction. And does not care about the Zenin legacy being wiped out for the most part. Which hints at him having prepared for a reform that has now become moot through Maki’s actions.

Now only his other goal in life remains. To be the strongest next to Toji and Gojo. And had Maki not challenged that, had it been anyone else over a different topic, he would not have cared. But his biggest insecurity aka driver was prodded and his arrogance and refusal to acknowledge strength in another Zenin child not him became his downfall. On that note, I also do not consider him a misogynist in particular - he is a petty, spiteful instigator and goader and shittalks everyone. He baits Jinichi into attacking him, he baits Maki in a sexist way, he shittalks women in front of his aunt and he shittalks his brothers to Choso. He does not exclusively single out women to disrespect, he disrespects ANYONE. (Like young Gojo by the way, who behaved the same before he met Geto - all these kids raised into clans, especially as child prodigies set up for future greatness, have little respect for others. A baseline a big ego and a certain arrogance and always feeling better than the rest, no natural instinct to care for others and no respect for established rules are traits both share. Fortunately, Geto opened Gojo’s eyes on the responsibility of strength and taught him some consideration and at least a little humility and kindness. Otherwise, Gojo and Naoya would indeed be standing right next to each other, in arrogance and disrespect for those lower than them).

For what it’s worth, I think Naoya is sexist but the one who is an actual misogynist is Ogi. And that’s why Naoya’s treating Ogi’s wife and daughters mockingly the same way their father/husband does. Yes, there is a difference between sexism (crude prejudice and discrimination) and misogynism (actual contempt and dislike/hatred of women). And while we’re at it -- most of Jujutsu society’s clan-raised peers (vs. random recruits like Yuji, Yuta, Todo) will be sexist. They just don’t get a chance to show it in the manga because their arcs revolve around other things. Kenjaku, Sukuna, Gojo, are all certified sexists given their upbringing and backgrounds.But their stories are different ones, so it’s not likely to come up. Although there has been Gojo’s remark about scary women and Sukuna looking forward to killing women - just saying.

Personally, I don’t see characters or people IRL as good or bad, that’s a childish way of thinking and in such narrow simplistic boxes that only fit in children’s cartoons. People are people. Flawed. Everyone has flaws and everyone has reasons why they have those flaws. Some people click better with your own flaws, some end up causing issues in your life. One bad trait and deed or one good trait and deed doesn’t make or break a person. It’s the sum of what you repeatedly do. Intentions are secondary, the outcome of your actions makes it real. “Who’s worse? The demon who killed 2000 humans or the human who told another human her face is ugly?” is a stupid game to play, especially on childish claims like “oh but sexism is real” like death and murder aren’t just because your sheltered little life has been free from them so far. Grow up and start recognizing the realities of physical violence. Anyway. Naoya mocked Maki for being unable to find a husband with her scarred face, her father threw her into a pit to kill her. People who think Naoya is her issue need to get a grip.

The Zenins you are looking for are not this line of the family but the rest.

And I wanna drink sake and watch anime with Naobito. And listen to him telling me stories from his 30s in the late 1970s.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[spectrechosts]

Better Off Together - Chapter 2

This chapter takes place some months after Better Off Alone.

Lunaeris is having so much fun adventuring, collecting magical trinkets and such. But how can she fuel her pyromancy when she's in such a good mood?

Full Series

"Okay, final offer: twenty platinum, these sapphires, and this enchanted sword."

"Lady I don't know how much clearer I can be, I don't want the sword. It adds no value to the deal."

"It's a good sword!"

"I ain't gonna be able to sell a pixie sword! By the time I even find a buyer, it'll have fallen behind a shelf, I'll never fuckin' see the thing again. Twenty-five and the gems."

"Gods damn it." Lunaeris whined. "Twenty-five and no gems."

"Twenty-five and the gems." The shopkeeper insisted.

"Twenty-two and the gems and you take the sword."

"Fine."

Lunaeris admired the new ring on her finger as she and Kallixenia strolled through the markets. "This is really going to take my pyromancy to the next level, I can't believe it was just gathering dust!"

"I guess it's not very well known outside of pyromancer circles? I've certainly never heard of a, uh…"

"An Inverted Psycho-Arcane Inhibitor!"

"Yes." The paladin said, nodding. "A that."

"Okay-" Lunaeris said, preparing to launch into an excited ramble. "You know how I had a little bit of a breakdown and melted the throne room when I saw the demon king? So a Psycho-Arcane Inhibitor is essentially an item that stops that from happening. It blocks the pathway through which intense negative emotion becomes fuel for pyromancy. It's really only useful over a generic anti-magic enchantment in specific circumstances where you have a volatile pyromancer that you for some reason need to still allow other arcane magics." She shrugged. "Like say you're a wizard with a jumpy apprentice."

"Okay, and this helps..?"

"Well this is an Inverted Psycho-Arcane Inhibitor, so it does the opposite of that."

Kallixenia made a face, the face she made when she didn't want to upset her wife but had concerns about her decision-making.

"The opposite of that, beloved?"

"Not the opposite like that." Lunaeris huffed, gesturing at herself. "Do you see any uncontrolled fires? No, it- It doesn't force your emotions down the pathway, it just- Widens it! So any strong emotion can power my pyromancies!"

"Oh!" Kallixenia chirped, relaxing. "That is a good find!"

"I should think so!" Lunaeris said, taking her wife by the arm and nuzzling into her side. "I haven't been able to cast a good blistering howl in ages, with how happy somebody is keeping me."

Kallixenia hummed happily and lifted Lunaeris up to kiss her.

"So why are they so uncommon?" She asked as she set her back down. "It sounds incredibly useful."

"Oh, well you see, around 600 years ago-

~

It took three weeks for Lunaeris to forget to take the ring off.

"The lady is beset upon by demons, I'm afraid." Kallixenia explained, half-truly, to a very irate innkeeper. "Usually not bold enough to attack her in the cities, but, well-"

She gestured at the burnt husk of the inn, at her wife bundled and shivering in a singed blanket.

"We will of course cover the expenses, ah, my lady, if you would-"

Kallixenia produced a piece of paper, which Lunaeris passed a shaking hand over to inscribe upon it a seal that verified its royal origin.

"-thank you. Sir, I'm explaining what occurred in this missive, if you take it to a representative of the Elven Crown they'll pay to repair your inn, as well as a generous sum to show our apologies." She said, writing on the page before handing it to the furious dwarf.

The innkeeper looked it over, and looked them over, and grumbled a bit under his breath before wandering off to find somewhere he could collect on that. Kallixenia took a knee next to Lunaeris and brushed a hand through her hair.

"Lunaeris-"

"I would very much like to not be here anymore." Lunaeris hissed, mortified. "In my bag, there's-"

"Yes, on it."

Kallixenia rummaged through Lunaeris' collection of trinkets and pulled out a miniature wooden door, which promptly grew into a full sized door that she guided her wife through, the two of them and the door itself vanishing as it closed.

"Knew I kept this thing for a reason." Sighed Lunaeris, who had previously insisted that magical lodging was inauthentic and ruined half the fun of adventuring, as she slumped against the wall of their conjured cabin.

"Are you alright, beloved?"

"I am now. But being in public any longer would have-" Lunaeris swallowed hard, ears twitching. "You recall that when my spells misfire, the, the emotional feedback-"

"…Ah." Kallixenia said, blushing.

"Yeah. And so, what with the inverted inhibitor, and me trying not to accidentally incinerate you in the throes of passion-" She took a deep breath, her legs shaking. "Well, I'm not shivering from the cold, I'll tell you that."

"I'm so sorry, Princess."

"Hah!" Lunaeris laughed sharply. "You don't look sorry."

Kallixenia covered her face, hiding the small grin she was failing to suppress.

"I- Well- It's- I do feel bad for that innkeeper." She said. "But this is rather flattering, for me, you have to admit."

"Well, I'm glad you're having fun. I on the other hand am going to be double checking I'm not about to fry you every time we touch for the next century."

"Nooo, beloved, please don't worry for me." Kallixenia said, drawing Lunaeris into a hug. "You're right, it's not amusing, I truly am sorry."

"You are still smiling! I can hear it in your voice!"

"It's- I- I'm smiling about something else." Kallixenia lied.

[abeinginsand]

Some hcs and snippets For Hot Glenn Holidays

(there's an idea for each prompt of the week)

----

Sweets and Baking:

Glenn likes spicy hot cocoa and coffee. It never occurred to him to look up a proper recipe for it, so usually he tossed a few drops of hot sauce in the beverage of choice and called it a day.

He does this with ready-made cookie dough as well. Both Darryl and Ron were appalled by this info but Henry seemed excited to ramble about some related family recipes.

Fun in the Snow (Post S2 AU):

It snows in hell all year so snow ball fights are pretty common. His favorite ones are yearly though when--most of the family (including Hermie) are wrangled into participating (compared to dragging over unsuspecting demons in the area). He also has an ice rink set up down there and is a DJ for it.

Caroling (Teen High School Band AU):

As the school's band teacher, he's always excited about performing with his students during the local parade. Its a performance mix of instruments and holiday tunes. One part rock 'n roll and the other being a mix of anime and traditional stuff. The anime music is courtesy of his grandson Taylor, also in the band. One of his old Glenn Close trio band mates always drives the truck for their float and of course the whole thing has protective guard rails on it. A few students and himself sit in chairs within big cardboard present boxes with no bottoms or tops. During certain cues in the songs, they are supposed to stand up to pop out of the box and then sit back down. Its a big hit with crowds and the candy canes others hand out seal the deal too. Little candy bags that even have coupons to local shops inside too.

Caroling and Saint Nicky:

Back when Morgan was still alive, she'd work some pretty long shifts sometimes. It was rarely around Christmas, but if it was, Glenn and Nick would do some caroling around the neighborhood and surprise her with a holiday serenade when she got back.

Present Wrapping (cw self harm):

Glenn's gotten into the bad habit of scratching his wrists to chase away the phantom feeling of cuffs and chains. He should stop but its easier to try and keep it a secret instead. Until he's at Darryl's holiday party and the sight of Jesus strapped to the cross makes his stomach flip. And he's off to the kitchen to get away from it all, wrists stinging as his nails-- But...with the sound of footsteps, he realizes Ron followed. The shorter man doesn't call out the obvious or ask any related questions to the red marks peaking out from under his baggy ugly christmas sweater. Instead, his friend asks him something else: "Can you try this ribbon on for me?" He doesn't remember if he even said yes or 'mhm' but the soft feeling of the present ribbon is nice. The thin fabric is warm from Ron's hands, tied loosely so Glenn could slip out of it at any time. He lets go of the breath he was holding, flexes his fingers, and stares at the pink ribbon now around one wrist "This looks dumb."

Ron doesn't hold back his little laugh at all and pats his shoulder. "Sure does. How does it feel though?" It was a thinly veiled 'How do you feel?' that Glenn decided to answer. Maybe because they were alone or because Ron was willing to laugh at him instead of assure him. Or a bit of both...

Glenn felt himself smirk and say a tired but honest, "A little better."

Christmas in the Sand:

Before the divorce, Bill used to take the family to the beach at least once a year. It was to have fun and make some business while he was down there. Getting a hotel at the beach was a lot cheaper in winter too. He'd often wake up earlier than his wife and son each morning to go browse the boardwalk. Again, there was money to be made with talks and setting up new gigs or busking.

But, regardless of the deals, his favorite part was waking up little Glenny and showing him the bag of trinkets he bought or traded for that day. The three also played out in the sand. Mostly Christine and Glenn burying a napping Bill in the sand. Christine wasn't one to laugh much except when looking at her sand mermaid husband snoozing away. Both were awake to play with their kid in the waves later on too. Glenn and Morgan took Nick to the beach as well, but they all tended to wander the city instead of play in the sand most of the time. It was so hard to get sand out of everything when they did go over there. Also having to convince their son not to munch on said sand was a whole other challenge! Still a lot of fun though and so many great pictures too.

Trees and Ornaments:

Since that blunt existed in the close family mail box regardless of the timeline shift, lets go with the thought that some other misc. items stayed behind too. Like a few worn family pictures from old vacations mentioned above. Glenn has a giant Christmas tree set up in hell and the beach day photo with Morgan by his side, an arm around his waist, and Nick on his shoulders always goes at the top instead of a star or other ornament.

[tamaotomoe]

brief rambling about mayakuro in the revue of souls, and their cyclical paradoxical bond that somehow solves itself.

revue of souls posits maya and claudine to us as thus:

claudine, the devil, who bargains with maya, a vessel of god on stage.

the deal, claudine shall show maya, who claims to have stood on every stage there is, a completely new brilliance unseen by her, by the both of them, by anyone. if the deal is fulfilled, then maya's soul is the collateral. her soul shall be taken by the devil.

if you are reading this, then i assume you have seen the revue. i shall skip act i and ii.

act iii begins, and maya declares herself empty, a vessel of god. something to be filled and molded into whatever role the stage wishes, inhuman and most importantly, soulless. if she has no soul to wager, then she automatically wins the bet, no?

here is her declaration, that she is something godly, inhuman, divine.

but that little intermission between act iii and iv.

claudine, the devil, exposes maya. she cannot be soulless, for she shows such emotions as pride and arrogance, envy and longing. she as a stage girl by nature, is greedy. here exists such feelings within her, and this is the proof that she is a human.

the deal still sits unfulfilled.

and here is act iv.

for heroes, there are trials. for saints, there are temptations. for me, there is a devil.

for me, there is you.

maya's admittance to this seals the bet. claudine wins, the devil wins the revue. her soul is damned to fall with the devil. and yet, it is salvation to her. they, together, complete the other. the only one there can be for themselves, is each other. maya's soul falling and being damned is the same thing that gives her salvation, dignity as a human.

together they fall, as something unholy and blasphemous, but together, just themselves, it does not matter if hell is where they land, or if they keep falling forever. each other is heaven, each other is salvation. for me, there is you. their salvation is their rivalry, their eternal clash and overcoming the other over and over again.

maya is damned, yet maya is saved.

claudine as the devil, is already damned, and yet she saves a soul.

act iv ends with fire. hell is the absence of god, and with maya's loss, she can no longer be a vessel of god. thus, the stage is hell, and hellfire consumes it. but to maya and claudine, this hell is heaven, because claudine is there. and to claudine, this hell is heaven, because maya is there.

a continual cycle of salvation and damnation, yet somehow, it seems like it solves itself, this weird little paradox. it really all goes back to that infamous quote huh?

for heroes, there are trials. for saints there are temptations

for me, there is you.

[mothknight42]

SOSOSO I WAS TEARING THROUGH YOUR BLOG (bc I love your fanfics they are so CRUNCHY) and I found an ask about what projects you would like to write and stuff and you said something about a comic with Umbran hair rituals but it was lost bc you couldn't draw I CAN DRAW AND I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THEM PLEASE PLEASE INFODUMP (I can't make comics but I can make concept art please madam just one chance I need that brainrot 🤲🤲🤲)

SCREAMING !?!?!?!!? HELLO !!!!!!!!!!

So fucking HONORED you enjoy my fics. Crunchy is SUCH a good description. Crönchy™

This Barbie is me always thinking about Bayo to be clear

OH MY GODDDDDDD HAIR THOUGHTS. YES. OKAY. LET'S DIVE IN. BELOW DA CUT CAUSE I AS PER USUAL AM GONNA RAMBLE.

I just have a collection of various headcanons and such so I will put them in no particular order o7

Hair is DEEPLY personal to witches, because it is used as the medium for summoning. So caring for your hair is considered one of the most important things you can do (I have had this hc forever but CATLD made it canon, so I feel justified. HA.)

In Bayo 1, we see all the witches in flashbacks have their hair covered in some way (only Jeanne's hair is really visible, but it is still restrained in those little gold nets, and in CATLD Morgana's hair is kept up in elaborate horns) so I hc that witches tend to keep their hair up or covered or protected once they reach adulthood - they only let it down/uncover it when they are alone or around people they trust!!

To touch another witches hair is a HUGE deal - I wrote about this briefly in this fic, but essentially to be allowed to touch/brush/style another witch's hair is the ultimate sign of trust!! Even witches who train together constantly or are directly related don't necessarily ever touch each other's hair. It is like. The biggest of deals type thing. To be invited to touch someone's hair is basically laying your heart bare to say "I trust you completely" and to take that invitation is like saying "I will care for you forever."

So Cereza using her hair to repair Cheshire in CATLD??? HUGEEEEEEEEEE

Witches tend to keep their hair long. If they cut it short, it usually is out of grief (Jeanne's hair is short in Bayo 1 because of this) or to symbolize a new era of their lives (Bayo's hair is short in Bayo 2 because of this).

Their is also a ritual cutting of hair which I mention in this fic, which symbolizes the swearing in of a new leader of the Umbra. Witches cut a small lock of their hair and burn it together to show their trust in and loyalty to a new leader.

Another ritual is when a witch makes her first pact with an Infernal - generally whoever is the leader of the clan will grant said witch something to put in their hair/cover their hair with as a sign of respect and welcoming to the clan proper as a "full witch" (Jeanne's little golden nets were her gift from the Elder. Bayo's headcovering in flashbacks she made herself, but Jeanne stitched it and her whole outfit with gold <3)

So Madama Khepri is the 'Protector of Time' and her description says that she can determine a person's fate by gazing at their shadow. But I think it would be neat if she COMMUNICATES said fate by wrapping a witch in their own hair (just like we see with Bayo and Jeanne in Bayo 1/Bayo 2 respectively).

Speaking of, that hair wrapping we see Jeanne do for Bayo and then Bayo do for Jeanne when they are both almost dead/down for the count? It is actually the death ritual for witches. If their bodies are left behind when their souls are taken to Inferno, whatever witches were closest to them will wrap them up with their own hair and bury them. All the witches in those Lumen sealed caskets in the first game are entombed like this. Oof.

In CATLD we see Morgana's hair in horns, and Jeanne and Bayo's with little cat ears adorning their heads. I am going to say that such styles are usually youthful fads, and a way to teach witches how to control their hair with magic on a small scale before they start to use it for summoning. Once witches get older they tend not to do such styles anymore - Morgana is one of the rare exceptions, and keeps her hair in huge horns because she loved the style (in her youth, small horns were the fad. Other witches found her odd for never letting the style go.)

Most witches don't dye their hair or alter it majorly, outside of the rare haircut. The fact that Viola's hair is dyed would cause the witches of old to keel over and die LOL. (I hc that Viola's natural color is actually a light brown, so if she properly summoned a battle suit or an Infernal that would be the color of her hair despite the dye)

Okay. These are the main ones I can think of right now? I am currently working on a Morgana POV fic with her growing closer with others and letting go of grief through hair and trust actually, but it is pretty short and experimental and non canon compliant after a certain point, so.

You mentioned drawing!! AUGHHHHHHHH. Listen, listen - if you do feel any artistic inspiration from this, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DRAW WHATEVER. JUST SEND IT TO ME. AUGHHHHH.

I just love witches and their hair. Thank you for giving me the chance to ramble on like a madman about it. #normalmode

[e-vay]

Evay QA Bulk Post 1

I’m working through my inbox but don’t want to drown y’all’s feed in my asks so I’m grouping as many together as I can. Q&A below:

MISC SONIC ASKS

Thank you so very much! I was trying to really combine both Amy and Sonic’s aesthetics. Amy is classy and design oriented so I wanted to keep that feel, but I wanted to show how their home would evolve once she and Sonic start living together. Sonic’s never canonically had a house, but he travels so much that I headcanon that he’s constantly collecting trinkets and souvenirs from all the places he’s visited. So I wanted to give them a very “worldly” design style. If you’re familiar with Uncharted 4, I picture Sonic and Amy’s house being very much like Nate and Elena’s beach house.

I love interior design and architecture but I’m not great at drawing it (yet). Once I improve I want to do a full layout of their house for my stories (and the future Shadora Fortress).

I really enjoyed the movies and I’m excited for the third! I hope they give Shadow a voice that’s deep and delicious and doesn’t sound like a sniveling villain. I don’t like it when they cast him with a very generic evil voice, I prefer it when he’s got depth. Honestly I’d be happy if they stuck with Ian Hanlin, he’s perfect to me. 

For the record, I absolutely love that game. Some of my favorite memories involve me and my best friend playing it. He ABSOLUTELY is an avid gun collector. I love seeing the memes of Shadow just rambling off about gun details. BUT HE KEEPS THAT CRAP LOCKED UP IN A SAFE AND UNLOADED AT ALL TIMES!!!!

At least for my stories he isn’t one to actually threaten to harm anybody for wanting to date his kids. He dealt with that enough trying to be with Aurora. But you can bet he won’t think anybody’s worthy to date his kids lol

First of all, I am ALWAYS down for Sonic singing his feelings. Like that is my #1 favorite thing in every story. Whenever he breaks out the guitar/lute I’m like “HELL YEAH LET’S DO THIS”

Secondly, that SONG omg!!! I’d never heard it before but wow 😭 I couldn’t love it more. I completely agree and thank you so much for sharing with me!

That is so funny that you say that. It was not my intention to make human Sonic look like RCS but honestly he is my favorite Sonic at this point so maybe it came out subliminally! Also I think Roger is just so damn handsome so I will take that as a compliment lol! 

SHIPPING ASKS

I do ship them but I don’t know about them having kids. I don’t really know those characters well enough to write family members for them and I wouldn’t want to do it wrong. Thank you!

I’m fine with any of your ships as long as it’s not with relatives. And as long as you keep my characters “in character” then that’s fine. 

Interesting! 🤔 I haven’t heard that pairing before but hey I’m certainly not going to tell you that you can’t ship them together. 

I loved Amy the minute I saw her so just from a superficial level I was like “These two are too cute together!” But I really fell in love with them when their story evolved and we got to see their dynamism in the games outside of just a cute little pink sprite in Sonic CD. And Sonic X really sealed the deal haha So many romantic moments between them in that show, God bless. 

Sonic and Amy were just making out, not anything more. Orbot and Cubot aren’t accustomed to seeing that so that’s why they reacted that way. 

I don’t have any plans on that at the moment. I like that universe and I especially loved how Sonic acted around her in it, but idk if I’ll make a comic about it. But I can never say never!

PERSONAL ASKS

I’m sorry to have worried you, but honestly I was okay while I was away. I went through a lot of major life events and I had lost my drawing mojo and was fighting to get it back. But now it’s back with a vengeance!

I plan on doing both. I know several amazing parents who do a wonderful job raising their kids and still follow their passion.

Thank you so much! I’m self-taught, but I’ve researched a lot of tutorials and references to help me improve over my life. The number one thing people need to study if they want to do comics or animations or anything is ANATOMY! You don’t have to take an anatomy class (I didn’t), but look up references and tutorials to learn how the spine works, how the muscles work, proportions, etc. Even if your characters don’t fall into the typical human form, you still need to understand skeletal structure and muscles. 

I’m not an avid listener but I do like some if her songs :)

I’m in the process of assembling that. There’s a lot so it’s taking time lol 

WILL YOU CONTINUE HHNF?

Yes I’m going to continue HHNF

AURORA ASKS

Thank you! Yes that’s pretty accurate. Their family is all about honesty and telling the truth, but younger Aurora doesn’t like to share all the details with Sonic because he’s so reactive with her and will quickly try to fix whatever the problem is and Aurora wants to learn to fix it herself. Amy is more willing to just listen to Aurora and offer advice if Aurora asks for it. Amy WANTS to beat up whoever is upsetting her daughter but she also knows the importance of learning how to fight for yourself so she wants Aurora to feel empowered to do that. 

Thank you! I hope you’re having a great day too! I think Amy is better at TALKING through feelings and Sonic’s better at the overall cheering up way of handling things. So as long as there’s nothing terribly awful bothering Aurora and she’s just feeling a little down, he’ll find ways to make her laugh. Sometimes that means walking in unexpectedly in a costume to shock her or dragging her out of the room to have a musical jam session together. 

Sonic’s also known to give people flowers when they’re sad in canon (he does this regularly in the games and in Sonic X), so he’ll bring her bright, colorful flowers to make her smile. 

In my AU, Eggman has already kind of peaked by the time of Boom!Baby. He’s softened a lot and isn’t interested so much in world domination as he just wants attention lol. Having Sage and becoming a father further helped me justify that with my AU. 

He's also particularly sentimental towards Aurora since he helped deliver her, so he doesn’t really fight the team anymore. He is more like a constant pain in their sides mucking things up. 

Sonic team is busy fighting other, newer foes in my AU.

Their biggest challenge is going to be the Time Travel comic that I haven’t completed yet. It’s hardest because not only will lives be put on the line, but it also touches on trust and when to let go. I’m sorry I can’t give you a more detailed answer yet but I don’t want to spoil the plot! And thank you so much! 

MISC ASKS RELATED TO MY AU

Yes I just need to draw them. There are so many dang Sonic characters hahaha

It’s VERY important to Aurora for her parents to give their blessing, so Shadow will honor that and ask them for it. I already know how and when he’s going to do it, but I can’t spoil it for you yet! 😉

They’ve had three litters. I headcanon that back in the day hedgehogs used to have litters (2 or more kids) all the time but that became less and less common in modern day. But I also headcanon that as the Ultimate Lifeform, Shadow was engineered to be able to… multiply effectively. So even though they’ve only been pregnant 3 times, they keep having triplets or twins. 

I do consider the First Kiss comic canon to my AU. But it happened a while before My Gal, maybe like a year or so before. Give them time to stew on that kiss hehehe

They just wanted to make a life change. The stars just happened to align at the same time haha

All the kids’ names are supposed to be based on their personalities or powers. Most Sonic characters are named that way, so I don’t know if it’s canon for Mobian parents to sense what their kid’s powers will be or not. Aurora has dreams that sometimes give her premonitions so she had inklings to what their kids might be like so she and Shadow could brainstorm ideas based on that. Also a lot of their names are outer-space-related or at least outer-space-adjacent and that was because Shadow’s a space man lol So he had influence in that. 

Sonic wants all his descendants named Sonic II so he’s no help lol. 

Thanks, I’m happy you like it! 

There are 3 litters. The first litter has the triplets Piper, Zane and Nova. The second litter was born almost a year and a half later and has the twins Aster and Blitz. The third litter was immediately after and that has the triplets Cinder, Diamond and Boon. All this information is listed in their character reference post. 

In the beginning the family mostly just stuck to ordering online and getting home deliveries lol. But if they do have to do a grocery store run it’s a full family event. The kids all ride on Shadow (see this post). Their house has two fridges to accommodate for all the mouths to feed!

Their life certainly isn’t boring anymore 😂 It’s exhausting but they’re happy (also there are 8 kids haha!)

Thank you so much, it’s good to be back!

Aurora definitely would have asked him about this, but at least in my stories Sonic became an orphan at a young age and I don’t have him with any siblings. 

I’ve had another person ask me who I picture Sonic’s parents as and I do plan on drawing a reference of them, but they’ll be unique to my stories. They won’t be from any other Sonic media. 

I don’t draw Aleena, Manic and Sonia because of a couple reasons. I never watched Sonic Underground so I don’t have the allegiance/nostalgia that a lot of people have to that show. Also for my own preference, I don’t like the idea of Sonic being born to royalty. It doesn’t suit him, in my opinion. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect people who have that as a part of their canon and it doesn’t mean I have any bad feelings towards the Underground characters. I just don’t draw them. I grew up on the games and later Sonic X and Sonic Boom so my stories revolve around what I know. 

It’s funny that you mention that ship because I only just learned about it from Starrjoy’s P!AU comic. Again I didn’t watch Sonic Underground so I don’t know who Bernadette is, but sure I’m down for Sonic having two moms. Families come in all shapes and sizes, so as long as they’re a loving parent or parents then I support it. 

They love all their grandkids and they love spending time with them, but I think in their older age Sonic and Amy go off on more adventures again. They never stopped adventuring, but they settled down a bit while raising Aurora. Now they’re relishing a second wind and they’re frequently going on worldly explorations.  

But they always make sure to attend any events the kids are involved with and are always home on Sundays for family dinner. Sunday night is dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s! <— I have them always having dinner at their house on Sundays even before Aurora and Shadow have kids

To be honest, I never felt like they needed more. I had a comic where they discussed it hypothetically, but they’re content with just having the one kid. (Don’t worry, just because they’re not having kids does NOT mean they aren’t… active 😈 They’re very VERY much so!). I am okay with fan stories where people give Aurora siblings and there’s a fic I’m reading right now that involves Sonic and Amy having a whoopsie baby way late in life and adult Aurora is having to deal with that and I love it lol. But just for my own writing, it’s a single-child household. 

–

Thank you all for the questions!

Evay QA Bulk Post 1

Evay QA Bulk Post 2

Evay QA Bulk Post 3

Evay QA Bulk Post 4

Evay QA Bulk Post 5

Evay QA Bulk Post 6

[xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx]

We can live like jack and sally if we want 

AN: Fine…. I made a part 2. Shout out 2 @m1k3yrr3v3ng3 ur my homie 4eva!!! (ps: if ur a swiftie who only knows Fall Out Boy from electric touch or a prep: DONT FUCKING FLAME)

Warnings: Self insert, like one sexual refrance, Brendon Urie mention

Every girl dreams of their wedding day, signifying your undying love for your partner, but god was it always blown out of proportion. All the festivities and speeches and people really got on my nerves, apparently nothing says love like a shit ton of money wasted. That plus the fact that my boyfriend is famous just sealed the deal that eloping was truly the best option. 

I stood in the tiny room looking at myself in the mirror. I had on short strapless black dress that had a hot pink sash around my waist with a bow on it, pink and black striped arm warmers and knee high socks, hot pink high top convers, Kandi braclets, and a Bartskull necklace. My hair was perfect with the side swept bangs falling just right extenuating the layers and my eyeliner was the best I have ever done it. 

Thoughts rushed threw my head, I was so exicited to marry the love of my life but worried that he did not want to do this. What if he never showed up, what if he he ditched me for some other prettier girl, what if he regrets it, what if….. what if. 

My thoughts were soon intrupted by the ringing of my sidekick. It ended up being a five way call between Me, Gabe, William, Travie, and Brandon. They all congratulated me and Pete on our wedding, said how much they wanted to be there but could not due to time, and wished us luck. The call was short due to them wanting to have time to talk to Pete but It was really sweet of them to do that for us. 

Just as soon as the clock struck twenty past nine Patrick walked into my room to check on me. “Ri are you okay you were ment to call me 10 minutes ago” he asked causing me to turn around. “Ya sorry it’s just I needed some help getting ready” I replied with a soft sigh. “Is everything okay?” Patrick asked as we sat down on the floor. “I’m just scared that Pete is going to ditch me for some prettier MySpace girl and this is all a setup.” I said holding back tears as Patrick grabed some tissues from the table. “There is no need to worry, all he talked about as he got ready was how excited he was and how much he loved you and how pretty you’re gonna look.” “Really” I said as I looked at him. “Positive” 

We both got up as I felt better about the situation, I’m happy my anxiety did not get the better of me.  He soon left the room and I shortly followed. As soon as I got to the door I took a deep breath and stepped out as the wedding March played from an IPod speaker. It was in a really nice square like gazebo, there were these tiny led lights twinkling around the sides of the area, the night sky was full of stars and the moon was the brightest I have ever seen it. 

I walked down the aisle with each step meaning more than the last. I saw Pete standing at the end of the isle and he looked so handsome. He had on: a black button up with the top button unbutton and shirt untucked, matching black jeans, red low top convers, and a red tie. His bangs covered half his left eye and his eye liner was so good. The rest of the boys also wore casual outfits consisting of button ups and jeans, Patrick was more dressed up in a blazer and fedora due to him officiating. 

As soon as I got to the end of the isle I felt Pete’s hand on mine causing me to blush right as he pulled me in to a hug, waiting for Patrick to start the ceremony. Joe and Andy waited near the side as Patrick in the middle as he cleared his voice. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here tonight to witness the Marriage of Pete Wentz and Ri Morrison. We should keep this brief so I won’t ramble so, I guess we will start with vows.” He stated as he gave the side eye to Pete to start his vows. 

“Ri, I have no god damn idea how I ended up with a girl as perfect as you. You are the angel in my nightmares, the Light to my darkness, the Sally to my Jack. I don’t care if the world hates you, because I love you, I mean it. I vow to protect you, to heal your broken soul just like you did with mine, and love you till the world ends. Till Death do us part my Clandestine Queen.”

I looked into his handsome hazel eyes as my cheeks were painted in A hot flush. Each word spoken felt like heaven. I still not over the fact that this is really happening, not only did I find my soulmate but we’re actully getting married. 

“Pete, you are my soulmate, simple and clean. We are two broken souls intertwined in a dance that when together, are healed. I always knew deep down we would be together. You’re truly the only person who truly understands me, not just seeing me as a pretty face or a stupid joke. I vow to give you all my love, to be your muse, to mend the wounds of your tortured soul like you did with mine. Through life and death, I will love you.” 

I was holding back tears as he kissed my forehead softly and sweetly. It felt like a reminder of how deep and true his love is, causing my cheeks to be painted a darker shade of red. 

We were handed the rings by Joe, the rings were matching with black bases. Mine was like the deluxe version of my engagement ring and it was the cutest ring I ever seen with the pink gem being shaped like a heart. 

We extanged our rings, as he held my smaller hand in his hands. I heard him whisper a soft “I do” as he placed the ring on my right hand and kissed said hand. I placed the other ring on his finger and softly whispered back “I do” 

“And with the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, I pronounce you husband and wife, you my know kiss the bride,” Stated Patrick. And just like that….. I officially became Ms. Ri Wentz. 

Just as they thought hit my mind I felt Pete’s lips on mine. the kiss was Sweet yet passionet, like it was a flower given at a funeral. Our tounges slid together like a lock and a key. The world stoped for just a moment as the two of us inter locked out lips. 

As the kiss broke we looked into eachothers eyes, his hazel ones glued to my gray ones. The warmth of our love surrounded the two of us as I nuzzled my head around his neck to rest it on his shoulders and let out light tears of joy. We stood like that for a solid few minutes as the rest of the guys clapped and got the music ready for our first dance.

“May I have this dance?” I asked shyly as Pete took my hand into his, we started slowly dancing as Blink-182’s I Miss You played on the speaker. It was truly our song, it matched us so perfectly, it was ment for us.

Hello there, The angel from my nightmare, The shadow in the background of the morgue, The unsuspecting victim, Of darkness in the valley, We can live like Jack and Sally if we want, Where you can always find me, And we'll have Halloween on Christmas, And in the night, we'll wish this never ends, We'll wish this never ends

We danced to the music as our eyes met, lights shining like never before. It was the most romantic thing I have ever expirenced in my life. He looked so perfect, his smile warm and loving. 

Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight, I need somebody and always, This sick, strange darkness, Comes creeping on, so haunting every time, And as I stare, I counted, The webs from all the spiders, Catching things and eating their insides’ Like indecision to call you’ And hear your voice of treason, Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, Stop this pain tonight

The dance kept up as he started to spin me around, the lights dancing around the corners of my eyes. He whispered soft sweet nothings as we swayed to the music.

Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you) Don't waste your time on me, you're already, The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

As the song came to an end he dipped me down towards the ground as both our hands and our lips interlocked for a sweet kiss. “I love you so much” he stated softly “I love you too, handsome” I said in a cooing voices that sounded like a moan. “Is my bride getting needy, don’t worry baby, I’ll treat you so good tonight” I blushed as those words came out of his mouth. 

The first dance ended as the rest of the boys were clapping. It felt as if for one moment, the world stoped. It was truly only us and our love that mattered. We looked out to the stars the back at eachother with a blush. 

“Till death do us part my Clandestine Queen”

[demcnsinmymind]

More talk about the murder scene because it so % importannnt % to me

I just feel like talking about this scene again because it is sooooooooo important to me and on this blog for so many reasons. The most obvious being that it's the one that sparked all my possession lore in the first place. Forever praising Sean for the way he portrayed that scene, that mixture of just completely filled with wrath and violence yet being so cold, but also struggling so much himself, apologizing over and over, then being horrified and outright devastated, coupled with the delicious "he made me do it" and "you did that!" and the way it was so obvious in the sound design how much the building enjoyed watching all of that and edging him on to keep going.

Anyway, I'm rambling.

I've been going back and forth a bit on whether that was a fullstop possession/influence and not actually Lance himself killing someone, given his words, or if it was him full stop given what he said later (I killed one of them so they wouldn't follow me), but I've since settled on the fact that it's a lot more nuanced and complicated and not really a black and white thing where it was either Lance or the building/Azzy, it was them both.

I HC that yes, the building/Az messed with his mind, influenced the thoughts, maybe even fully or half possessed him for a bit. Because it knew that he needed the right push at first to let go and do this. His first instinct is flight, not fight. So it got the ball rolling initially. I'm thinking this was a test ride where it not just tried if it would work on a physical and mental level with him, but also if he would be willing to do things for it all by himself too, and it succeeded on both fronts with that scene and just got suuuuuch a kick out of the whole thing. Nudging him onto that path, half making him start it, half just watching him do it when his despair and hatred took over. Giving the things Lance said genuine credit with the "he made me do it/you did that". Like yes, it started because of it, but he pulled it through.

But I also think this moment specifically, paradoxical as it sounds, was also about Lance gaining agency, no matter how wrong and fucked up it is. Throughout all canon he was mostly completely helpless, or, more so at the complete mercy of everyone and everything in there and had no chance whatsoever to physically win/dominate anyone or anything. After all, he was facing mostly supernatural and invisible enemies while being human and in a bad state himself. And after a lot of violation, in this scene he got the chance to become a violator and find an outlet for the helplessness. That is a super fucked up and wrong vicious cycle of violence, but at this stage in canon, being so desperate and most of all, being so entirely isolated from 'normalcy' and humanity, it really was a no brainer that he would latch on to that cycle just as a means to feel better in literally any way. So just for a moment, he rejoiced in it just like the building and just let all that frustration and hatred and feral survival wash over him. And the building in return only furthered all of these thoughts and emotions with its own bloodlust and wants, it was basically just a cascade of a whole lot of things, and that really sealed the deal for it that he was a keeper.

But what I utterly adore about this scene is that you can tell that in the end, it didn't end in any form of satisfaction or relief for him. It left him even more desperate and fucked up and that's just such a shining example of his character. Yes, he's capable of some utterly selfish and fucked up and wrong things, but he also recognizes them and if they're too wrong, he'll feel wrong about it. Killing Trevor was not about hurting people and inflicting pain and ending a life. It was about making himself feel better and ending his suffering. That is entirely selfish of course, but also shows that he isn't evil. Or bloodthirsty and a monster. Yet the juxtaposition of him not being a physically violent or even super strong character and choosing words as a weapon, but also being capable of so much wrath and violence is just *chef's kiss*.

And I cannot overstate how much of a kick the building got out of tickling this out of him, that's what it's all about. Corruption and watching that chaos and corruption unfold and take fruit. Slowly at first, and then escalating into an ugly mess of violence and ultimately death.

Also, how much of an impact this scene still has on Lance after. He has nightmares about it all the time, feels utterly guilty about it, and would take it back if he could. Yet it has also showcased that he's not beyond killing and doing fucked up shit either, should it ever be necessary.

[da-bombishere]

R-T headcanons! (Plus one 8-Bit headcanon)

These are in no particular order. Its just me rambling and putting my random thoughts on here hee hoo.

I uh-

Made more than I thought so I’m gonna hide it because it’s a lot 😅

R-T has that it/he agender swag going for it. I like to think that R-T mostly prefers it/its but doesn’t mind being call he/him on occasion.

R-T is an introvert. Very much enjoys his alone time and doesn't really like to talk to anyone (especially guest). That's why I think his voice lines are a little awkward. He's just not used to talking to people. Makes his job easier though because he's all the way up in his watchtower with all the alone time he wants.

Speaking of voice lines, one of the one that I thought was interesting was "Accessing anger management module". I made a joke that that line was for Ash but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure it's actually for R-T. I'm pretty sure this implies that R-T has a temper, but unlike Ash I like to think that it has better control over it. Plus some of it's voice lines kind of sound like R-T is holding back on blowing up on someone. (Guess dealing with stupid guest getting lost at the park really does a toll on ya huh? Lol)

*Pats the top of R-T's head* this robot can fit so much autism in it. Specifically the type that make you not understand social cues and makes you BRUTALLY honest. Of course its (mostly) unintentional and he's been getting better at not blurting out whatever comes to his mind.

I feel... like R-T isn't really liked amongst the brawlers...

Mainly because well... its knows EVERYBODY'S dirty little secrets though I wouldn't think it would used those secrets against them??? Who knows maybe it does, but I like to think not. That and well the whole wkbrl connection... I can see why some brawlers wouldn't like or at least not trust R-T entirely.

But speaking of secrets, R-T definitely knows how to keep them (obviously it's his job lmao). When somebody tries to make him spill the tea he doesn't because

a) that's a shitty thing to do (ESPECIALLY if they're trying to get a embarrassing secret out of him)

b) despite how some brawlers see him he respects all of them enough to not just spill all their secrets out in the open. (Plus that would put a huge target on his back)

His "lips" are sealed tight when he finds out or someone tells him a secret. Really its more of a curse than anything because of all the weird shit he learns about certain brawlers *looks at Ash*.

Colette and R-T would be good friends. They both like to watch people.

8-Bit would also be friends with R-T. They both give off that big bro/little sibling vibes.

My reasoning as to why they would hang out with R-T is because Colette already does what R-T does but on a more personal level and they would bond over that. For 8-bit well... tbh how I see him, he wouldn't really give a shit as long as R-T doesn't go telling everybody everyone's secrets.

Actually I can see all of them hanging out. 8-Bit playing his video games while R-T and Colette talk about what they saw that day and occasionally watched or even join 8-Bit. A weird little trio they are.

Ok so this is more of a 8-Bit headcanon but... I like to think that 8-Bit has a very neutral opinion of R-T and Colette's hobby. Mainly because he feels like it doesn't affect him as much as other brawlers. 8-Bit wouldn't say he was boring, but not as interesting enough to be watched. Plus its not like he has anything to hide from them (or anyone really). He just wants to chill and vibe that's all.

Edit: Ok so for some reason some of the headcanons weren't showing up??? So I just added them back in.

Anyways that's all for now :]

[sunflower1experiment]

“Tea?”

The offering was nice but, you didn’t ask to be here, and you most certainly didn’t get the feeling that you’ll leave. Why couldn’t this man kidnap someone else? Why you?

“I’m sure you’re curious as to why I have you here my liege.” Richest man to come after a rich person within Sumeru regions, knowing she was well rested amongst her people? Yea…the curiosity takes the cake, however the male digresses.

“I wish to have you by my side, seal the tie..you have power, a vision at that and I’m with no vision but power and riches…you’re a hydro witch. A being that’s meant to be wiped out and here you are.” Untrue, your kind was happily gone within the clouds. But yes they’re nonexistent, even hearing what you are sounded foreign to others not that you mind but how did he know?

“You wish to..work with me?” He nods, “Is no an answer.”

The banker chuckles. “That would be an incorrect answer but yes it is.”

“Tell my why I should work with you? I’m just a traveling witch, working on ways to oh I don’t know work on my garden shop- you had no right to even kidnap me.” Pantalone stands up, “Northland bank in Liyue, buying the hotel of Monstadt and Sumeru? I’ll be sure to handle that next but your people aren’t well known you’re rich and traveling…if I help you with your garden shop will you then work with me?”

“So I’d be in debt?” Your demeanor was dropping and an angry hydro witch wasn’t a pretty one either. “Not at all…all I ask is you lend me your power..” silence, with a sigh you offer him your hand.

He reaches over stopping when it flinches then he grabs your smaller hand to kiss it, Pantalone sits down, giving you a chance to study him. Holding his face then flinching whenever he raises a hand to caress your cheek was a small form of hydro witches being shy but seeing as he took the lead with you.

This process was easy, listening to him ramble about the balance of money, the archons and having some form of power was not enough but only the beginning it had you watching in awe. “Humans are very curious, especially the ones with power. Of the sorts…” his laughter was light, soft even but it held some form of mockery not to you but the world outside of his own.

As you’d study his actions you even study him while he’d rest in bed, Pantalone’s hand would rest against your waist while your hands check him out. His eyes watch as your lips would barely graze his head, one noticeable trait about hydro witches was the way they’d fail to realize personal space. They usually are found alone or in groups of three but whenever they bonded, there was no form of rules or boundaries set until someone took initiative.

So far Pantalone relished in this, and even rests against your chest while you sat on his lap.

It would be awhile until you showed your powers to him, “Does your people share the power with others?”

“No. We don’t: we actually only keep it between the one we’re bonded with- slash partner. Only time we do is to defend or attack but other than that we’re always traveling, hiding or just relaxing in the sky, and in lakes.”

The man grew to admire you, at some point he even appreciated the bond the two of you would form. Once he built the garden shop the deal was sealed, you reach over and intertwine hands then he leans down. The gap between the both of you vanish right as his lips make contact with yours.

Nsfw 18+ (DO NOT READ if you’re under that age)

If It wasn’t the fact that he found your incoherent moans so intoxicating, he’d completely ignore the amount of sweet scents your body gave off to release the hormones between Pantalone and yourself, his arms wrap around your waist then reach up to massage your chest as you both grind them share a long breathy moan. He turns you around then you kiss him.

Moaning into the kiss while he grips your waist, your body felt tingly. And his hands kept touching every part of you that was forbidden to be touched, now you’re allowing because he was allowed. He’s yours, you’re his! The soft pants escape and the lip smack between the two wasn’t ending so soft, and loving until it came to having to become one.

You both shudder lightly, hands tangled in his hair while starts thrusting deep into you without a thought in mind of how much stimulation it’d cause, nor did Pantalone care about your erotic sounds while the scent of sex and sweetness fill the room.

“M-My lord pl-“ a loud moan escapes, he breaths against your neck then thrusts again. Eager to hit your sweet spot until your body was at its wits end and the sound of begging fill his ears. He kept listening to the sweet music of moans, cries and his names. “My lord.” “Sir”

He rolls his hips moaning as he thrusts in and out while your legs wrap around his waist, the blanket protected you both from the cold but it was already hot from the everlasting heat of sexual tension but it didn’t matter, he was going to pump his hot seed in you at some point and you knew it. Your eagerness and soft cries made the male push deep down, hitting your cervix a couple of times before he gave another kiss.

Your lips connect, following with your tongues, his hips smack back into yours. The jolt and sudden warmth filling your heat made you both moan in the kiss while you milk Pantalone dry. He grips your waist then pulls out and another kiss was shared, soon you both hug each other while he mutters something about wanting a child with a vision and how much creditability it’d bring you both. “Get some rest dear.”

Rubbing his hair Pantalone falls asleep while you press one more kiss on his face. “So eager to make more money…”

[arbmms]

Rambling about Veins of Gold

Art by dem888 on DeviantArt.

Spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series.

If you asked me what made Rand al'Thor my top 1 character of all time, I would probably answer something along the lines of his understanding the importance of balance between Light and Shadow, how it brings about free will at Tarmon Gai'don, and his character conclusion. However, even if that is what sealed the deal for me, this conclusion, of him becoming my top 1 character, started becoming a possibility in The Gathering Storm's last chapter, Veins of Gold.

Veins of Gold is the long-awaited catharsis for Rand's character arc of becoming harder than iron. Harder than steel. Harder than cuendillar. Closed off from every sort of emotion, positive or negative, focused solely on getting to Tarmon Gai'don, getting to the end of his life. This way, he won't feel pain, and will be able to take harsh decisions when needed to. And this way, even if a darkfriend or one of the Forsaken hurts someone close to him, he wouldn't be broken even then. But the truth is, he already is broken.

In TGS Ch. 22: The Last That Could be Done, Semirhage makes him almost kill Min. Min, the only person, along with Nynaeve, he trusted. Min, the only person he could show his weaknesses and imperfections to. This truly is the last that could've been done to break Rand. He puts on the facade of this harsh ruler not to not break, but because he is already broken.

His world is completely nihilistic. He sees no point to living than to await death at the Last Battle. All this pain, all this suffering, is because he lives. Rand, at this point, is the same as Moridin. Moridin's entire reason for turning to the Shadow, when he used to be Ishamael, was the same thing Rand is going through right now. Both of them are tired of existence, tired of living. In the world of the Wheel of Time, where time is cyclical, they end up having to go through the same sufferings, the same pain, again, and again, and again. There is no point to existence aside from pain.

But then comes into play Tam. Rand almost kills his father. Almost wipes him completely out of the Pattern itself. This is when he realizes that no matter how hard he may be, a human being can only shut off so many emotions. This is the beginning of his path to his epiphany on Dragonmount. Furthering him on this path is when the Altarans in Ebou Dar genuinely feel worried for him, a random stranger, on the road. This is the tipping point. He goes to Dragonmount, and thinks. Thinks about what the Dragon Reborn is truly supposed to represent. What he actually is.

And the answer he figures out is so simple, but so central to the Wheel of Time's narrative. Love.

Moridin's hellbent on insisting the Pattern only repeats suffering and pain. Much of Moridin's views are the same as Rand's before the epiphany. Both of them think existence is worthless. People do not have a purpose. They exist solely to keep going through the same failure, same pain, same suffering. However, what Moridin doesn't see is the other side of the coin. If we do not have any assigned purpose, is it not that we can choose one for ourselves? The Wheel turning makes everyone go through pain and suffering again, but it also gives them a second chance. A chance to fix things. A chance to strive to be better. A chance to be more compassionate. "Because each time we live, we get to love again."

This realization is so core to the Wheel of Time. Rand realizing the importance of being able to love and the importance of making your own meaning within the world, is directly what lets him win Tarmon Gai'don. If he hadn't realized this, he 100% would've made the deal with the Dark One, to stop the Wheel from turning and the Pattern from being Weaved, i.e. to stop existence. This epiphany of Rand is what lays the stage for the final realization of how humans in the Wheel of Time universe are free, even if their lives are Woven by the Pattern. The freedom to... choose rests with us. Easily one of the single greatest chapters in fiction.

[creme-delacreme]

Ok what about both you and Jack having a crush on each other and neither of them realize. You always fake flirt with Urban and Druski from time to time and jack gets hella jealous .. side note imagine druski just roasting y’all having crushes on each other lol

I’m on it👩🏽‍💻

“You can’t keep using us to make Jack jealous forever.” Druski states. Y/n sighs and takes a sip of her drink. “Yeah but I can try.” Urban snorts at her statement.

“I don’t see why you just won’t tell him. He obviously feels the same. Every time you pull this charade, literal steam exits his ears.” This time Y/n laughs. “If that was the case, he wouldn’t bring NDAs to the club anymore.” She complains. She looks around the room before stopping at Jack.

He was already staring at her. Who wouldn’t. The satin lilac dress hugged her body perfectly. And the white tie up heels sealed the deal along with her fresh braids and nails she recently had done.

Their eyes meet cause Y/n to turn a bit red. “The way you two could literally be married by now. Make a move or we will.” Druski demands. Y/n rolls her eyes. “What do I do?” She asks, not knowing how to handle the situation. “I say go up, ask him if he wants to take a shot, then pull him to the dance floor.” Urban suggested. The girl shrugs.

“I swear if this backfires, you both owe me.” She says chugging her drink. The boys cheer her on as she makes her way towards Jack. “Hey.” She starts. He smiles down at her, making her more nervous. “Wanna um.. wanna go get a drink with.. me? Unless you’re busy which in that case I’ll just go back over-”

“I would love to get a drink with you.” He says, stopping her rambling. She smiles and grabs his hand, pulling him out of their section. He interlocks their fingers, wishing she doesn’t let go.

‘Holy shit. Maybe they’re right.’ She thinks as they approach the bar. Y/n steps to the side to make room for Jack but he pulls her back in front of them and snakes his arms around her waist as they flag down a bartender. She turns to face him as the bartender prepares their order. “What?” He questions with a smirk.

“Nothin’. Just admiring like you were earlier.” She states feeling bold as the chugged alcohol kicks in. He chuckles. “Couldn’t help it. You’re wearing my favorite color. Looks good on you. Really good.” He admits slightly blushing. She notices and smiles. “Is the Jack Harlow blushing? Never thought I’d see this. I don’t have to sign an NDA right?” She giggles. He laughs and licks his lips.

“Nah you’re all good mama. I like it when fine women make me blush.” He states as their drinks arrive. They take their shots and soon Jack pulls them to the dance floor. Y/n gets excited as he pulls her hips against him. She gets lost in the music and grinds into him, letting go of the nerves.

When the song ends, they gave each other once again. “Really got some moves there. You sure Urban and Druski won’t mind?” He questions, raising a brow. “Why would they?” “Well every time we go out, all three of you are glued at the hip.” He stated.

“You jealous Mr. Harlow?” She teases, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. He pulls her close. “Mm not jealous. Maybe territorial. But not jealous.” He says leaning in slightly. Y/n tilts her head slightly. “I’d have to belong to you for you to feel that way.”

“Okay. So let me take you out. I’ve had a crush on you for a while and I want to show the world that you’re mine.” He admits. “Oh really?”

“Really.” He says just before their lips meet.

note: kinda did my thing w this one and lmk if you wanna join the tag list!!!

tags: @lcandothisallday @singledadjack @jackharlowsmainsweetie @twtasjack