#oddly specific comparisons

[schrodingerspsycho]

If Hailee Steinfeld isn’t playing a rich girl named Kate who wears lavender and is an excellent shot…

…then her character is dating a rich girl named Cait who wears lavender and is an excellent shot

But either way, she’s going to get captured by someone called Echo/Ekko

[stitcherofchaos]

Héctor (Coco) gives me Maglor vibes.

[deadbeandrop]

LUMPUS WAS A HORSE ???

yep! he was also named leonard for a while

[bmpmp3]

tbh the biggest thing that drives me towards synthv and cevio/voisona 2.0 isnt even the smoothness and clean "realism" of it all, its actually the fact that said realism allows for more variation in vocal provider pronunciation mouth and tongue positions etc to shine through. i know people in da vsynth scene often use "character" to refer to a voice's robotic or engine noise-y elements (i assume because of piapro and such) specifically but i think the character that comes directly from the vocal samples/training itself is a little underappreciated. cevio ia's か゚-y がs <3

[catenary-chad]

Original Belle is the Dolli Dimples of Stex. Similar persona and voice, a lowkey fave of mine because of that, and cut waaaay too early on.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SILLY PROJECT OF YOURS, YOU JUST WANT SOME DICK."

[ { SYNOPSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This fic was originally written & published on Wattpad but due to multiple complications, I’ve decided to upload it here.

[ { CONTENT } ] ➤ Each chapter is rather lengthy & the entirety of this fiction exceeds at least 90k words and counting. There are plenty of sexual themes & smut within this story so please proceed with caution.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, hints of; obsession, possessiveness, & stalking. Violence, whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ { DISCLAIMER } ] ➤ Please do not come to me with comparisons of this story to any other out there. I usually don’t mind but there are specific books out there that this tale has been oddly compared to in the past &, it’s caused complications & unnecessary drama. As such, enjoy tfl for what it is, pls & ty.

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In case you’re confused, here’s a breakdown of this fic.

Hope you enjoy!

|| @kamiversee || ff status; complete ||

[ultram0th]

December 06: Shawn Calder

00 │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06

Online model Shawn Calder scrolled through his Instagram feed. He’d just posted a question to his followers on his story thread: “What do you want for Christmas?”

A simple, innocent enough question in order to boost engagement. Plus, the fact that the picture he’d selected to go along with it was one of him shirtless, flexing his plump pecs in the mirror would only serve to encourage engagement tenfold. Shawn wasn’t oblivious to the fact that a large percentage of his followers were mainly there to lust over his impressive pectorals, which the stud was all too happy to show off in his numerous pec bouncing videos which always garnered tons of likes.

As the hunk relaxed on his couch, he scrolled through some of the answers from his holiday question. His followers responded with typical things like consoles, food, etc. However, one of the responses caused Shawn to bellow out laughing.

What I want for Christmas is your big sexy muscletits.

Shawn chuckled as he looked down at his t-shirt, easily seeing his mounds that were pressed against the tight cotton. Playfully, he gave them a little flex.

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint ‘em,” Shawn joked to himself, grabbing the end of his t-shirt. The hunk froze though when he felt an odd pressure forming on his chest— more specifically: his pecs.

Before Shawn could voice any of his concerns, his eyes widened as he saw his already sizable pecs begin to balloon outwards. The muscle mounds grew to an exaggerated size, tearing his t-shirt to shreds as they enlarged. Shawn’s meaty pecs grew up and out, rounding as they inflated to the size of basketballs. They got so large that the stud could already feel how drastically limited his range of motion was as he repositioned his arms around their crazy size, and when he looked downward, they completely blocked his view of anything south. Even his nipples enlarged, hardening and forming large nubs that were about the size of the man’s thumbs as they protruded off his new muscletits.

“Wh-what—?!” Shawn panicked as he stared down at his new upper shelf. The top-heavy hunk stood up, having to alter his stance to account for his now massive muscletits. This resulted in him having to arch his back, which only shoved his pecs further out. And when he took a step, his pecs bounced and jiggled.

The hunk hurried into his bedroom to examine himself in the mirror, blushing wildly at the way his constantly bouncing chest sent little darts straight to his hardening cock.

Shawn gasped loudly when he stared at his warped reflection in the mirror, paling at the massive pectorals that were attached to his chest. They were insanely large and made the rest of his muscle groups look smaller by comparison. Shawn even shivered a bit when his stubbled chin scraped the top of his muscletits, even that minor sensation feeling oddly pleasurable.

“This can’t be happening…” Shawn muttered as he studied his top-heavy physique. He gave his pecs a tentative squeeze, letting out a loud moan as his knees went weak at the ripples of pleasure that emanated from his pecs throughout the rest of his body. He was left panting, his massive chest heaving as his cock tented his shorts out in front of him.

The stud began to look around his room, his stomach dropping as he realized that no shirt could ever cover his juicy melons. The thought of himself walking down the street with such big muscletits jiggling around for everyone to gawk out made Shawn blush. Sure he loved to show off his (previously normal-sized) pecs online, but the thought of doing so twenty-four/seven with such mammoth tits made him feel utterly humiliated.

…and a little excited.

Despite his embarrassment and bewilderment over his inflated pecs, Shawn didn’t hesitate to start bouncing them like he would frequently do in his videos. The muscle mounds leapt and crashed back down, rippling with the movement as he flexed his tits. All the while, his hard cock throbbed and ached with want.

But Shawn didn’t notice.

He upped the ante and reached up to palm both of his muscletits, giving them a rough squeeze.

“Ooohhh!” the stud moaned loudly as he pursed his lips, playing with his tits as if it were his new form of masturbating.

In a flash, all of Shawn’s panic and humiliation over having his pecs morph into gigantic muscletits evaporated, and the top-heavy stud hungrily began groping himself.

Shawn bellowed out another slutty moan, pursing his lips as he groped and played with his muscletits. His cock twitched and leaked precum the entire time, completely going untouched. The stud began to thumb his enlarged nipples, feeling as if a lightening bolt rippled right through him.

“Uunnnghh!” Shawn squealed as soon as he grazed his hard nipples, blowing his load in his shorts. As he tensed up and came, Shawn could feel his massive chest bounce and jiggle, loving the sensation.

As he panted, his enormous pecs heaving, Shawn struggled to piece everything together. Not only had his pecs somehow inflated to the size of melons, but evidently they were also super sensitive. Shawn felt a meager spark of humiliation over the idea of going around, only able to get off if he was having his new muscletits played with.

But then the stud thought about having another man grope his chest and suck on his hard nipples, and Shawn’s cock rocketed straight back to life.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shawn grabbed his phone and went live on his OnlyFans.

“I’ve got a Christmas gift for you all,” the top-heavy Shawn purred as he recorded himself bouncing his muscletits in the mirror for his followers to see.

[redbean-nom]

thinking abt designs for the mythosaur and shriek hawk, because the canon mythosaur does in no way resemble a semiaquatic jungle creature, and the canon "shriek hawk" appears to either be some sort of dino-planet mutant population or somehow crossed with nevarro dragons, especially since it doesn't even match the silhouette of the vizsla shriek hawk- either way, the shriek hawk equivalent of those super squashed french bulldogs.

so. starting with the mythosaur:

disclaimer: this is pulling from both legends and canon, and also from the perspective of someone whose background is in general dentistry, not paleoart reconstruction

our only existing examples of mythosaur fossils are the skull insignias and replicas: the original cracked-skull signet from boba's pauldron, the stylized signet from jaster/the haat'ade, grogu's pendant, and the one on the armorer's wall in the nevarro forge.

this is further complicated by mythosaurs being sexually dimorphic at a skeletal level as well as the iconic sigil being apparently based off a humanoid species that resembles a male mythosaur:

the Jaing mythosaur seems to feature the binocular eyes/eye sockets seen most clearly in the boba and jaster signets, but broader-set and straighter tusks than almost all the attributed mythosaur skulls. assuming that basic features like eye/nose placement and mandibular structure aren't dimorphic, the Forge mythosaur is probably the most accurate representation of a mythosaur skull.

the Living

the only appearance of a nearly-complete mythosaur skeleton is in the form of a defunct theme park of dubious accuracy and proportions, depicted in one issue of a comic from 1977:

this is... certainly something, to say the least. the skull part features the same monocular eye placement (correlates with the Forge mythosaur), oddly-placed nose horns (and no nostrils, and also weird nose-abs), remarkably no tusks, some sort of unicorn-ceratopsid horn crest.

The vehicles for scale are unidentified transport barges, but they seem to be about a foot taller than leia in the back, so approximately 6ft? judging from the transport in the eye-door, the orbital socket is approximately 48 ft across.

in comparison, our other data points in terms of size demonstrate 1) at least one mythosaur (the Living Waters mythosaur) has a head at least twice as tall as din, so approximately 12ft of visible head in comparison to the 48ft-eye of the Theme Park mythosaur. 2) some number of mythosaurs were large enough and of a reasonable shape to be ridden. 3) mythosaurs generally have some large bones of a size appropriate for mythosaur axes, but most likely not so large that the entire axe could be carved from one bone (given the segmented axe shape). 4) all(?) mythosaurs have a sternum bone of a size reasonable for the carving of the mask of mandalore and presumably of a shape reminiscent of the bes'karta.

the Living Waters mythosaur also provides some valuable detail on its face: it appears to be a large reptilian with rough skin of a muted color, seemingly demonstrating the elongated facial structure and the separate tusks (so not a hippo skull situation).

it seems quite odd that the Theme Park mythosaur depiction would leave out the tusks, so given that the Jaing mythosaur resembles a specifically male mythosaur, i'll assume the female mythosaur has the unicorn-ceratopsid crest instead. i'm also going to assume the nose horns are a iguanodon situation, so i've moved them to points of the cheek ridge like ceratopsid cheek points.

looking at these examples, the weirdest thing that seems to stand out is the oddly vertical jaw- where does the mandible attach? how does it eat?? does it actually bite offensively if it has to smush its whole face up to where it's biting?? what sort of range of motion does it have?? the Jaing mythosaur/Jaing species and the Theme Park mythosaur both have more horizontal heads that would better facilitate eating in a hand-less predatory animal; however, the Living Waters mythosaur does have that weird vertical jaw (unless its mouth goes at a 90 degree angle from the rest of its face, like a goblin shark). then again, we can't rule out that the Living Waters mythosaur is just a weird individual with some facial deformity causing the impractical verticality.

that said, why does it have rodent teeth. where are the rest of its teeth. why does it have a huge gap in the side of its face.

i tried putting skin over it and now it looks like a sock puppet.

time to try again with a more forward-angled maxilla, instead of just continuing the angle of the upper face.

i... don't know if this is worse. it looks like some sort of horrible sauropod-rat. well, at least the canon version looks at least as unwieldy as this :/

possible solution for the vertical face: maybe it rotates like how gorilla heads stay facing forward when they're knuckle walking or bipedally walking? but like a weird reptilian version? but then their teeth would be horizontal :///

alright. take three, this time with a more humanoid vertical jaw.

it now looks like it ran facefirst into a brick wall. unsure if this is an aesthetic improvement from the sauropod rat, but it seems even less functional in terms of range of motion and durability. however, the occlusion is a bit better in the resting state?

looking at it again, how does it even fight. the tusks would seem like the obvious answer but they seem too close to the face? and the teeth are huge but they're weird flat skinny incisors that are way too vertical to be of use without smushing the entire face up against the prey.

not to mention these are supposed to be jungle creatures?? judging from the Living Waters mythosaur i'm going to assume they're some sort of jungle river creature-

-ARE THEY BALEEN FILTER FEEDERS

apparently baleen is a non-fossilizing soft tissue, which would explain why the Theme Park mythosaur doesn't seem to have any functional teeth, and those weird skinny incisors can either be some sort of baleen-like tissue replicated as "teeth" in the classic "mythosaur skull" (especially if the Jaing species and associated Jaing mythosaur actually did have teeth), or something like split rostrum whales.

that would also explain how such a huge creature supports large global populations

well, this still needs some work, but it definitely looks better than sock puppet mythosaur... except no, the nostrils probably wouldn't work if the baleen attach to the front of the skull.

going back to look at the front view, the Forge mythosaur seems to have some indentations between its eyes, kind of like where rancor nostrils are, that look similar to trunk attachment points. except the actual nostrils are lower on the Living Waters mythosaur.

wait

going back to rodent teeth

BEAVER. BEAVER TEETH

THATS WHAT HAS WEIRD LONG SKINNY INCISORS

irl, beavers have iron deposits in their enamel to prevent wear/stress during tree-gnawing activity. what if. beaver mythosaur. with BESKAR INFUSED TEETH

mandalore also has massive veshok forests - hardwood trees remarkable for their sturdiness. so it makes sense that something would make use of those giant veshok trees!

BEAVER MYTHOSAURS WITH BESKAR TEETH THAT GNAW VESHOK TREES

BEAVER MYTHOSAUR BUILDING A DAM UNDER THE LIVING WATERS

BEAVER MYTHOSAUR

beavers eat mostly wood and assorted vegetation; to maintain both the herbivore teeth and the reptilian appearance i've added marine iguana features to the mix. (conveniently, iguanas' parietal eye nicely explains the indentation in the middle of the Forge mythosaur's forehead)

it. it looks so dumb but a little more in a Weird Animal way and not a sad deflated sock puppet

...now on to the rest of the body (essentially, it's a 60-ft-long marine iguana with beskar teeth and beaver behavior) :

their reputation as fierce beasts/honorable foes can likely be attributed to Large Herbivore. it's a mandalorian beaver-iguana-moose. with beskar teeth.

[unlicensed-field-medic]

[Will shoots percy with a quick dinger gun before returning his attention to the window] yeah, of course. Who knows, maybe peace will give you two a whole different dynamic [will's own brow furrows as he tries to recall if hes ever heard anything similar. He hasnt.] Geez. I sure hope he isnt immortal now. [He says before reconsidering] Unless hes still in the habit of killing monarchs

[Will shows up, knocking on the poseidon cabin, waiting for Percy to open the door, faint bags under his eyes though thats pretty normal for Will, and his bags considerably emptier than they normally are]

@unlicensed-field-medic

[percy opens the door, one shoe half tied, smiling at will, a mostly empty backpack hanging off one shoulder] hey, man

[schrodingerspsycho]

Close enough, welcome back season 1 Legends of Tomorrow

[xoxocher]

Saw your Chris fix and omg I love the way you write for him!!

Could you write for his first experience with dry humping with a reader with more experience than him?? Sitting in his lap while he’s playing something and you both get a little carried away, somehow managing to keep your clothes on and still get him there?? This may be oddly specific srry😵‍💫

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

SUMMARY - you promised to behave. he actually believed you. now, chris is at your mercy–and you’re ready to ruin him.

PAIRING/SETTING - experienced fem!reader x inexperienced bf!chris hartley. no prank au. no use of y/n. 

WARNINGS - graphic sexual material & strong language. 

W/C - 1,235

A/N - never apologize for being specific, that makes my life so much easier. this prompt is sooo chris–i love it. enjoy! ♥︎

the television bathed the bedroom in a flickering wash of bruised purple and gold, brutal visuals spilling across the walls, illuminating the tangled sheets and the soft curve of chris’ shoulder. he sat propped up against the headboard, a pillow wedged between him and the wood, eyes narrowed in concentration. his legs were stretched out in front of him, knees slightly bent, a controller cradled in his hands.

his bare chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the faintest flush on his pale skin betraying his focus.

honey-blond strands of hair fall across his forehead in loose, uneven pieces, pushed back once or twice but never staying put. and his glasses, perched at the bridge of his nose, reflect grisly glints of the on-screen carnage. 

but it’s his sweats, clung low to his hips–grey, thin with age, and frankly unfair–that draw you in.

you watch him from the doorway, hip resting against the frame. but he doesn’t notice you yet. not really. not the way your eyes follow the flex of his biceps, or the imprint in said sweats that you are trying–and failing–not to fixate on.

you pad across the room, as though gravity is pulling you towards him. 

he glances up just as you reach the edge of the bed, and you feel that flicker of something firey in your stomach when your eyes meet.

“hey, babe! just finishing up this round.” he smiles sweetly, pushing back one of the muffs on his headset.

josh’s shit-talking crackles through, reduced to a low drone of static and syllables. his voice a dull echo in comparison to the dirty little thoughts swirling around in your head. 

he hadn’t meant to tempt you, really. but god, he looked so good–so blissfully unaware of just how fuckable he was. you just couldn’t help yourself.

“hi, honey.”

you sink your knees into the matress, draping yourself over his lap with an airy, innocent, “don’t mind me.”

he stiffens under you, swiftly shifting the mic away from his mouth. "wait–h-hold on, what are you–?"

“shh, i’ll behave,” you whisper, mouth at his jawline. “keep playing. i’ll be good.”

his breath hitches, eyes darting to the screen. “you can’t just–fuck, okay, yeah. no, i got this.”

he adjusts the controller behind your back, careful not to jostle you too much. you settle against him, feeling the tension pool between your thighs.

you could see how hard he was trying to focus on the game, but every shift of your hips–every subtle roll as you adjusted your position–sent a ripple through his composure. 

“y’know,” he mutters, fingers miserably button-mashing. “i’m starting to think we have two very different definitions of ‘good.’”

you let your weight sink a little more deliberately into his lap, rewarded by the subtle hitch in his breath. “i’m wounded,” you say with faux indignation, arms falling over his shoulders like silk. “can’t a girl sit in her boyfriend’s lap without being accused of nefarious intentions?”

he huffs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “not when you’re wearing those jeans. and not when you’re–” he pauses, forcing down the lump in his throat as your fingers trace slow, lazy patterns at the nape of his neck. “jesus, are you trying to make me lose?”

so sensitive.

you tilt your head, mock-innocent. “don’t blame me!” you pout. “you knew what you were doing,” you purr, raking a nail down his torso to linger at his waistband. “wearing these.”

he raises a brow. “slut shaming me? in the comfort of my own home?” 

you give him a coy shrug, “you started it.”

you rock forward, the stiff seam of your jeans pressing perfectly against his growing erection. his hips jerk up involuntarily–lip caught tight between his teeth to stifle his whimpers. 

“fuck it.” 

he drops the controller, letting it clatter against the nightstand, as he flails to mute his mic. he catches it just in time, a sharp, startled moan slipping out right as he presses it. 

his other hand lands hesitantly on your waist.

soon enough, the headset is torn from his head, tossed clumsily toward the foot of the bed, landing in a pile of blankets. 

he looked at you then—really looked. face crimsoned, lips parted, pupils blown wide behind his crooked lenses.

“you are evil.” he sighs, hopelessly seeking any friction as he moves against you.

“and you,” you hum, lips littering his neck between breaths. “are not complaining.”

how could he? his head falls back against the headboard, breath ragged, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts. he brings a hand down to curl around your thigh, more sure of himself now.

you lean in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “feels good, huh, baby?”

a weak whine slips past his lips, his grip tightening on your hip.

“y-yeah–fuck–so good,” he pants, head lolling forward as his jaw hangs open.

his thighs tense as he continue to rut against your clothed cunt–the head of his cock straining hard against your clit. 

“god, please,” he chokes out, his desperate pleas strangled in his throat. “don’t stop…please don’t stop.”

“yeah? gonna come?” you tease, your words dripping with honeyed heat.

a broken moan tears from his throat. “fuck–ngh–fuck yes.”

each delicious drag of denim over cotton sends his hips bucking up to meet yours in needy little thrusts. he was so close, so wound up–every muscle tight and trembling beneath you.

he buries his face against your collarbone with a low groan, muffling the sound as he comes in sharp, stuttering pulses that soak the front of his sweats. his body shudders beneath yours, caught in the grip of pleasure.

FATALITY

your rhythm steadies as you continue to grind down, slow and sweet, guiding him through each helpless twitch of release. 

a still settles in the room, broken only by the faint buzz of the console and josh’s voice–tinny and unintelligible through the discarded headset.

chris exhales slowly, collapsing further back into the pillows, one hand dragging up to cover his face.

“holy shit.” his voice is small, breathless. “h-how’d you? that was…fuck.”

you smile softly, heart swelling at the shy dip of his head–an attempt to hide the blush that creeps across his cheeks.

“did so good, baby,” you coo, gently nipping at his earlobe.“so good for me.”

you press soft kisses to his temple, threading your fingers through his hair before nestling into the hollow beneath his collarbone.

your hand drifts lazily along his torso, tracing shapes that have no meaning–just feeling the soft plane of his skin, the flutter of his pulse where your thumb pauses near his neck. 

his glasses now rest askew on the tip of his nose, a smear of fog still clinging to the lens. you slide them off with care, folding and setting them onto the nightstand.

he hums lowly, lazy fingers tracing along your spine.

you stay like that for a while–tangled and quiet. 

his skin is warm beneath your touch, heart thrumming softly against his ribs. 

he shifts just enough to peer down at you, eyes lidded, still glazed with the soft haze of afterglow. one hand lifts to cup your face, thumb brushing idly across the flush of your cheek. 

he swallows, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “sooo,” he murmurs, voice scratchy, the faintest ghost of a grin curling at his lips, “how about a rematch?”

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[venussaidso]

The comparison between Ketu men being hedonistic (therefore draining) vs Sun men being anti-consumerism (embodying radical freedom) was annoying when it came up but it makes sense.

In White Lotus, Mula Sun Theo James plays Cameron who is an extremely hedonistic sociopath who enjoys the privileges of his wealth. His wife is Daphne, played by Ashwini Sun Meghann Fahy, she indulges in pleasure and luxury (she's constantly shopping) rather than dealing with practical concerns (quite literally playing the dumb blonde).

Her marriage to Cameron is said to be oddly functional, despite their “mutual duplicity”. Both maintaining a marriage where lines of hedonism and betrayal blurr.

I'm sure this is everything the Solar natives would gag at. Sun natives also attract blessings but they either use it wisely or they naturally feel detached to the act of consuming, therefore being less likely to exploit others for gains. Through Uttara Ashada characters specifically, like Tyler Durden who's played by Uttara Ashada native Brad Pitt, hedonism is often portrayed as repulsive as it weakens the soul.

This philosophy can easily be witnessed through the character, Dorian Gray, as I talked about before. He's known to be extremely hedonistic while his soul quite literally rots away. I talked about this Ketu internally obsessive nature in this post, and touched on Dorian's internal poverty in this. In comparison, the Sun is abundant and their abundance is independent of their status on the material plane — hence why they are internally royal and why they attract royalty.

Britney Spears is Uttara Phalguni ASC. (But thank god he stood her up 💀).

I also talked about Solar natives' strength through isolation, independence, freedom and their individualistic nature in this post — which now I want to expand more on because I find these nakshatras so compelling right now. That Uttara Phalguni exploration connected other dots I didn't know needed to be connected. I did touch on Solar natives using resources, hunting treasure etc. to rise above their fixed circumstances. Must get back to that too.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! I’ve no to ed you’ve written a lot of platonic hades siblings with Nico and reader, can I request something with the same reader finding about Hazel?

Absolutely!

…I got carried alway…oops.

‘I have a sister?’ You asked to nobody in specific as though the words were foreign to you.

Nico could only watch as you looked upon Hazel with the same look you gave him upon finding out that you were no longer alone as a child of hades, it made him feel nostalgic for the better times you shared before war loomed over all of you. So when he met Hazel, his mind wandered to you almost immediately and knew that you’d love her as much as you loved him.

Hazel on the other hand was watching you and remembering all the stories that Nico has told her about you, his -well her’s as well- older sibling who had many battle scars scattered across your skin that told a long and painful story, the older sibling who he boldly claimed once delved straight into Tartarus on more then one and came out with a smile upon your face. You, the one person Nico admired- even if he won’t admit it- as Hazel could see the smile upon his face and the gleam in his onyx eyes when he talked about your accomplishments to her; all the while reminiscing the times where you would smooth him to sleep on hard nights and protect him with your whole body.

Hazel knew Nico wanted to be like you and she could see why because it was almost impossible to comprehend that the older sibling Nico talks so highly of was standing before her, looking anything unlike a child of hades, but upon closer examination she could see the resemblance between you and the Italian next to her as one question remained in her mind; how much were you alike to her and vice versa.

‘I have a sister!’ You cried as you tugged Nico into your arms as you gave him a bone breaking hug. ‘Nico you little shit, why didn’t you tell me sooner!’ You added as you felt joy in having another sibling to protect and fight alongside with.

‘We were kinda in the middle of not dying in Tartarus and you were kinda going manic during that time,’ Nico shrugs in your arms, having gotten use to your powerful hugs as he found immense comfort in them then he did the first time he found himself in your embrace, ‘so I didn’t think it was appropriate to talk upon family matters at that point.’

You released your brother, though not before ruffling his hair much to his dismay, before looking over at Hazel with a softer expression. ‘I’ll let you off this time because we were in a life or death situation,’ Nico shoves your arm playfully at your words, ‘but I’m hopeful that you haven’t been telling our sister bullshit stories about me.’

‘And why would I do that?’ Nico asked, hands on his hips.

You mimicked his stance and raised a brow. ‘To look like the better sibling by comparison, why else.’

Hazel couldn’t help but laugh at yours and Nico’s interactions, finding herself believing Nico’s stories more and more upon seeing just how much of a welcoming presence you had despite smelling like how any other kid of hades did; the dead, misery and oddly enough McDonald’s. ‘I can say that he speaks only good things about you.’ She tells you as Nico looks at her with a look that pleaded with her not to tell you about the more sappier stories he told her about you, but seeing the mischievous look in your eyes told Hazel that you would easily draw those stories out of her the moment Nico leaves.

‘Good, he should.’ You replied as you gave your little brother a playful shove while moving closer to Hazel. ‘Now I want to get to know my sister better seeing as our brother has had the unfair advantage over me this time, so why don’t you and me have a child of hades day together?’ You asked softly as though you didn’t want to sound as though you weren’t giving her an option but Hazel had made her decision the moment you locked eyes.

‘Is Nico going to join us?’ She asks playfully.

‘No it’s just going to be the two of us, he’s hogged you enough in my opinion.’ You replied as Nico glared at you halfheartedly.

‘Love you too death breath.’ He spat.

‘Love you more zombie boy.’ You cheeked.

Hazel could tell she was going to love being your sibling.

Some hdc because I feel like it

So Hazel is your sister. Yay! Celebrate!

You both would spend a day in the hades cabin just getting to know one another and talk about shared experiences of being a child of hades.

You even find out about her boyfriend Frank and Nico had warned Hazel in advance that you were extremely overprotective as upon finding out that Nico had a boyfriend, you had demanded to meet and interrogate the poor boy, who thankfully only smiled and answered all your questions without wavering.

So Hazel was more then prepared to have you interrogate her boyfriend to high heavens, she swore frank was going to collapse to his knees upon seeing the intense look you had upon your face, meanwhile Hazel could only smile warmly knowing that you took her safety seriously but also going easy on frank when you toned done your glare and intense interrogation of him and his intentions with her.

Hazel sometimes wondered if you ever were in love and even asked you at one point, but the solemn look upon your face told her that this love story of yours didn’t have a happy ending.

You take her to the lake at chb and tell her about a boy named Luke Castellan, a son of Hermes who stole your heart the moment you entered camp. And Hazel couldn’t help but reach a hand out to comfort you.

‘He had eyes that held mischief in them and a smile that only told you that he was up to something constantly…I loved him more than anything as he was the only person who never made me feel like a burden for being a child of hades. He never left me alone and would sometimes sleep over at my cabin and hold me when my night terrors got the better of me.’ You tell her as your eyes shone with unshed tears.

‘He sounds amazing.’ Hazel replies. She wanted to know more about Luke and what happened to him, but it seemed as though she didn’t need to as you continued your story.

‘He was…until he betrayed camp, betrayed me and threw us into war against Kronos. He gave me this scar.’ You point towards the scar that ran down your cheek. ‘To match his scar he said because for as long as he lived, we were fated to see each other again in the afterlife or so he would say.’ You tell her as you raised a hand to your scarred cheek, remembering the day in the labyrinth like it was yesterday.

Hazel couldn’t imagine the pain that you went through knowing that the person you loved would also be the person that hurt you the most, it angered her to think that you gave your heart to someone but only to receive a scar instead; a grim reminder of him in the worst possible way. She now understood why you wanted to grill frank and will, for you didn’t want them to be betrayed like you were with Luke for Hazel was certain you’d trade your life for her and Nico within a heartbeat.

Something that she hopes never comes to pass as she didn’t want to lose you so soon into knowing you, as she saw you as a comforting presence in her life in such a short about of time, for Hazel couldn’t fathom not having you in the future to whisper words of comfort to her as you ease her back to sleep late in the night. She soon realised that Nico wasn’t joking when he told her that she’d too would grow attached to you like he had, you were just that amazing.

‘Someone who loves you wouldn’t do that.’ Hazel tells you, wanting nothing more than to smack Luke for hurting you, her older sibling and using your emotions against you. In her eyes Luke didn’t deserve you but the damage he had inflicted on you was done and it was obvious to her that it ran deeper than she could ever imagine.

‘Nico said the same exact thing when I told him about Luke, though he only knows Luke as the betrayer…I only saw him as the boy who’d shove his hoodies over my head and kiss my forehead while eating strawberries under the shade of a tree.’ You said with an air of whimsy and nostalgia as you reached for your necklace that he had stolen for you, kissing it and shoving it back into the hoodie, or Luke’s hoodie as Hazel was quick to assume.

‘You still love him.’ Hazel said. ‘Even after everything he’s done?’

You smile weakly as you looked over at her. ‘He died in my arms…I knew he was dying, I could hear it in my ears and his last wish was to die in my arms…so I granted him that as he apologised for the scar he’s given me and I told him that this would be the last time I could call him mine. Then he died and I feared that I died that day too.’ You finished grimly as you were soon pulled into Hazel arms as you gripped her back, both sitting in silence as the sound of water lapping and the sounds of the forest greeted your ears.

You and Nico had your own nicknames for each other.

You decided to call Hazel ‘jewel’ or ‘gemstone’

Meanwhile She calls you ‘death flower’ or ‘ghost lily’

You both have deep conversations late at night when neither of you could sleep, which would end up with her being cuddled up against your chest as you sang to her in hopes of easing her back to sleep peacefully, much like you did with Nico when he first exorcised night terrors.

You would even talk about your lives before finding out that you were demigods.

You would tease her for her relationship with frank but Hazel knew that he had your blessing, knowing that you wanted to best for her and recognising rather quickly that frank was exactly that.

Soon Hazel feels it appropriate to tell you about Sammy Valdez and how Leo reminds her of him in more ways than one. (You keep an eye on him after this)

Hazel deeply believes that you and Reyna would make a cute couple and or friends and would be dying to introduce the two of you to one another one day. Nico is also in agreement that you and Reyna would make a good duo, whether romantic or platonic.

They both want you to be happy and move on from Luke and the pain he’s caused as they didn’t want to see their sibling mourning a man they didn’t felt keen towards, especially Nico who had met him once and felt immensely over protective of you with how close Luke tried to get to you.

[momoguido]

Presenting the results of my latest hyperfixation

Tam Lin is a Scottish folktale, usually presented in ballad form, dating back to at least the 16th Century. It has been summarized and re-told by different people over the years, including Overly Sarcastic Productions. It is the subject of a one-act opera, and was the inspiration for a 1970 movie that updated the story to the present day.

The fairy queen yells at Tam Lin in every version analyzed except for the Anais Mitchell version. Her version is an outlier in many respects, since the entire parade is left out, Janet simply grabs hold of Tam Lin mid-conversation.

Another oddity is Pentangle's version, which was written for the movie and consists of a jumble of images meant to complement scenes from the film, without a coherent narrative.

The biggest surprise to me is how few versions mention Janet seeking an abortion, something that I had always thought of as a central part of the story.

One thing I wish I could have looked at in more depth is the balance between versions that describe Tam Lin's transformations before he goes through them, and versions that describe them as they happen. As they happen is more common, but some songs will do the entire sequence twice.

Going into this, I had two versions prominent in my mind: Anais Mitchell's pop-folk version that leaves out much of the story, and Anne Briggs' very traditional (and very long) version. Because of this, I thought perhaps we would see a decrease in the complexity of the story over the years, but that's not the case, it's basically flat. I think a better comparison might be to separate into traditional and revised versions, although that is something of a judgment call.

There were so many minor discrepancies I couldn't even keep track of them all, but these four stood out because they are so oddly specific. Even the main character's name and the setting aren't consistent across versions, if they're even mentioned at all. Some versions don't even give the main character a name!

My data collection process leaves a lot to be desired, as well as the way in which I decided which events were major or minor, and which things to leave out altogether. This was mainly just a fun way to explore different versions of my favorite folktale, listen to a lot of different people sing different versions of the ballad, and rotate the whole thing in my brain.

[sigmaleph]

So the other day I finished When I Win the World Ends

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A couple months back, my wife recommended me a pokemon fanfic. It was not When I Win; it's called Ghost Town and it's about a young trans woman returning home and coming out to her family while simultaneously finding out her closest childhood friend has been murdered. It's beautiful, definitely the most moving piece of writing i've read this year, and also entirely unlike WIW except that both are, nominally, set in 'the pokemon universe'.

These two works are not remotely set in the same universe. Their settings are entirely different, the result of two different people taking the thing we are presented with in the pokemon video game series and asking 'OK, but what does this world actually look like?' and coming to very different answers, because it turns out that setting is not really pinned down much by the games.

Are there animals beyond human and pokemon in the world? In WIW, the answer is no, except perhaps in some parallel universe like where the Ultra Beasts come from. In GT, the answer is yes; when the pokedex calls wingull the seagull pokemon, this is because there are actual seagulls in the world for comparison.

What's the deal with all the game-like elements of pokemon battling, like taking turns and pokemon only being able to use four moves and so on? In WIW, this is a competitive ruleset; pokemon battling is a highly regulated sport, and pokemon act in turns because their trainers specifically train them to wait between moves. In GT, this is just not a thing; 'pokemon only know four moves' is an abstraction made for game design concerns, the same way the game present us with a location with three building and tells us this is a town. The 'real' Pallet Town has more people and buildings than that, and 'real' pokemon don't act like characters in a turn-based RPG.

I could go on further but I will not; you get the point. The games present us with broad strokes of a world, but it is not a world that really holds together very much; it is not a series interested in worldbuilding. Game Freak doesn't go into the question of what is the geopolitical relationship between Johto and Kanto, or what does a culture where ten-year-olds are allowed to go out on their own into the world accompanied by monsters look like, or what the hell is Cinnabar volcano burger made out of, and this leaves room for fanfic writers to step in with their own answers to these questions.

I spend a lot of time pondering these questions, perhaps more than I should, and while there are boring answers one could give sometimes writers come up with genuinely fascinating takes on it, trying to weave them together into a world that holds together while at the same time resembling a beloved video game series that cannot decide if America is real or not.

So when I finished Ghost Town and most of the other works by the same author I saw a number of people in my dash talking about this other pokemon fanfic, and it did not disappoint despite being so different and having a tragic lack of explicit trans lesbians.

I've never been much into competitive pokemon battling despite playing the actual games themselves on and off for most of my life, but the angle on that in WIW really does work as a central focus (even if it does, unforgivably, get Umbreon's ability wrong). The one thing in it that still sits oddly with me is that I cannot really get a handle on what Cely's deal is. She's not psychic, apparently (the public perception of psychics in the pokemon universe is yet another of those things WIW and GT have different opinions on). She's not some kind of fated RISE messiah, because RISE is just a cult and doesn't have any deeper insights into the nature of reality. Is she just lucky? Are we just happening to observe the one particular timeline where she got all her predictions right for no reason in particular, or was it perhaps necessary that Cely get all her calls right for us to see an outcome where the world doesn't end, anthropic-reasoning-style? If there is an answer I was supposed to get from the story, I didn't

But that's quibbles. It's an excellent work, I loved it, i'm very glad I was following people who'd talk about it often enough I gave it a shot. This is not really a review of it, though, or of Ghost Town. This is just my excuse to talk about pokemon worldbuilding and namedrop the cinnabar volcano burger.

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere fae that’s been pestering you for weeks, trying to get your name. you deny him at every turn. that is, until he has his head between your legs and you, intoxicated by the aphrodisiac that is his saliva, tell him while you’re on the precipice of an orgasm. he wins three prizes that day. the utterance of your name, the taste of your sweet essence, and the honor of fucking you.

as far as he’s concerned, you’re his now. that much is proven by how he jackrabbits into you, stretching each vowel of your name out with every thrust.

— (yandere fae oc anon)

omfg anon- are you secretly a huge writer holy shit this is fucken graphic (in the best way possible)

i don’t write smut on this blog because kids here are blind to mdni + tumblr is oddly on my dick when it comes to explicit posts in comparison to other writers/blogs, so this would have been better to send to @yoru-no-seiiki but I’ll give ya’ll this :

I think it’d be pretty funny for a trans reader / reader with a dead name to be paired with him. Like I’m pretty sure the creator of the fae myth didn’t really account the fact that people might identify better with another name so much so that it would be more powerful than their were given at birth.

or an orphan reader with no name to identify with at all. maybe raised by other mythical creatures that specifically kept them unnamed to protect them from the fae

butttt their lack of name became the very reason that the fae is so attached to the reader, to the point of fervent worship.

like it started from being a small, insignificant get together until it became something much much more (to both the fas and the reader)

whole ass that one hamilton line “i wish i could say that was the last time, i said that the last time it became a pasttime”

and whenever you wanted to create some distance between the two of you, the fae just uses their powers to either make your mind go wonky / forget, or just plain assault and break all the boundaries you set.

gaslight, girlkeep, girlboss king.

you may think one thing…

no you actually dont. you just dont.