#or even to like permanently block this person necessarily

[getvalentined]

Cons to Dreamwidth: You cannot block people from following your blog or getting alerts when you post publicly, and you cannot remove followers or subscribers. This means that if you want to keep someone from getting a notification every time you post something, you have to permanently set your entire blog's security to friends-only visibility. When a friend and I asked about this, because I have a stalker that is currently still subscribed to my old DW account whose affiliation I cannot remove, we were both told in no uncertain terms that there is no intention to ever change this, and if someone in my position wants to feel remotely safe on their platform they should just lock down their account and hide forever.

The rest is good, I'm not gonna lie, but I can't use it because the owner literally said that people in my position should just hide forever if they don't want someone who literally tried to kill them to get a notification every single time they post something.

If that's not a concern of yours, then by all means use DreamWidth. It's a good platform with good features made and maintained by good people. I know I'm a (fairly) unique circumstance, and I wouldn't tell anyone not in my position to avoid the platform.

Near as I can tell, Dreamwidth's biggest selling points right now are:

Porn is allowed

NFTs/crypto can fuck off (more info from one of the site owners)

Posts viewed in (reverse) chronological order

Actual privacy options

I can't say it's everything your average Tumblrite wants, but it's still a helluva lot better than far too many other options.

[kisseobie]

day 5 of piwontober 24’ ✶ “wine pon you”

prompt: food play/biting/marks/drunk sex with hwang intak

pairings: intak x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), sex under the influence, dubious consent

word count: 5.1k

tags: alcohol use (only intak is drunk), clubbing, biting and marking, drunk sex, one night stand, stripper reader, smoking, infatuation, brief mentions of vomit, intak is whipped as hell lmaoo, rizztak 🙈, giggly sex, no attachment, pov switches, blowjob, vaginal penetration

a/n: hi everyone <3 i wasn’t expecting to take this prompt so i’m sorry if this sucks but hehe first kisseobie piwontober 24’ fic 💟 loveeeee me some sleazy intak so i hope u all enjoy! i didn’t use the foodplay prompt btw lol not my thing unfortunately..

sorry for posting so late by the way! :( i hope the unusually long length makes up for it :3

full piwontober 24’ masterlist here ❤︎ ིུ͠*:·.

buzzed bodies and a powdery scent of pungent perfume, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for intak, comforting even. he wouldn’t necessarily call himself addicted, but his feet drag him down a couple of blocks to the same strip joint more often than the man would like to admit. the establishment isn’t stellar in any means, nothing to write home about. the selections of liquor are not to intak’s liking, the rainbow lights flicker in a manner that’s almost nauseating, and the dj can’t bump a track for shit.

intak knows that an intense infatuation with a certain stripper isn’t necessarily something applaudable, and if anything, his roommate jiung would laugh his ass off at the revelation, but he can’t find it in himself to really care. not when you take the stage, chunky heels clacking against the shiny floor, bedazzled top hit with a beam of white light, cascading diamond-like forms across the walls. intak watches your every twist and turn so intensely, like the show was specifically crafted for his eyes only, a personal love letter addressed to hwang intak—signed xoxo, y/n.

intak watches as you slide effortlessly against the metal pole, the cool rod leaving a trail of goosebumps on the surface of your smooth skin. he likes that about you, that despite the fact that you’re just a mere fantasy for him, you’re human—something real. it presents itself in different ways, he’s been coming here long enough to notice the way your muscles sometimes tremble in exertion during a particularly difficult move, or how you subtly tuck away stray pieces of pretty hair that stick to the gloss on your lips. he notices it all. he wonders if you notice him too.

your dance routine ends and intak finds himself plopped on a lonely barstool, downing some bottom shelf bourbon—nothing out of his typical routine here, really. he can feel the blaring music, the thumping of the beat coursing through his entire being, only aided by the incessant hollers of drunk partygoers. it however, does nothing to distract his thoughts from you—pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty teeth, and a nice set of tits too. the man feels like a pervert, coming to the same shit club every weekend to get a glimpse of his sweetheart, the dreamy girl that most likely doesn’t give a damn about him. intak sighs, and then takes another swig.

“pretty boy is here again. sat right up at the front, probably trying to take a sniff at your panties or somethin’.”

“stop that. he seems nice.” you shoot back, but only snickers from the girls in the locker room follow. they think you’ve got some weird situationship going with the guy, you suppose.

you were aware of the mystery boy of course, he watched your every show without fail, drank his bodyweight at the bar, and ended the night by clumsily wobbling out of the club, only to come back the next weekend and follow the same tired routine. he is a pretty boy, you’ll give him that. dark eyes that twinkle ever so slightly, a lopsided grin permanently etched on his face when he watches you dance, lean body that accentuates his height well.

despite the fact that he’s charming, you don’t miss the way he adjusts his pants when you’re on stage, or how he sometimes leaves to the bathroom after you’ve finished, presumably to relieve the obvious tent in his pants when you roll your hips against the pole just right. he’s just another sleaze, a pretty one maybe, but a sleaze nonetheless. you sure aren’t fooled, even if his dedication to your performances is intriguing.

“hey y/n, if you don’t want him, i’ll take him. he looks pent up, the poor guy.” your coworker jokes, but you pay no mind to the teasing. you have a show to put on, whether the pretty boy watches or not.

meaningless conversation ends and you situate yourself on top of the dirty dressing room bench, slipping on your heels, a dazzling crimson red and eight inches tall. opting for no tights today, you examine how the shoe emphasizes the length of your shaved legs—in other words, you know you’re gonna make a few extra tips tonight. your mouth waters at the thought of buying yourself a nice breakfast in the morning, maybe a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream?

after some waiting backstage, the club’s owner, a pudgy old man you’ve never quite gotten along with, announces your name with a cheesy slogan. a few men hoot and holler, clearly ready to eye you down like a fresh piece of meat for their tasting. the lights dim as the velvet cheetah-printed drapes part to reveal you in all your glory, dressed to the nines, even if the clothing you adorn is sparse. the music cues, and you walk, letting the crowd drink you in like a tall glass of wine. as you strut to the beat with a shimmery smile, you unconsciously scan the audience, eyes honing in on one man in particular. he’s here, of course he is, staring at you as if you hung the stars for him, and you might as well have, judging from the gobsmacked look on his face. you shoot him a sly wink before turning to the pole, gyrating your hips against the metal before latching your legs onto the very material. it’s exhilarating as it is exhausting.

a few dozen twists and turns on the rod later, your practiced routine finally comes to a close. the cheers are loud, they always are. you collect tips from wrinkly hands, blowing kisses and shooting winks at all sorts of men—married, recently divorced, rich, poor—it doesn’t matter to you, you aren’t one to judge. when you’re done collecting dollar bills and desperate notes with numbers scribbled across, your vision catches pretty boy making his way to the bar, greeting theo, the bartender always on night duty, like an old time friend.

“you come here often?” intak teases at taeyang, who stares back at him with his arms crossed, visibly unamused. the man gives it to intak straight, an admirable quality for sure, though some may call him too blunt for his own good. your show ended a few hours ago, and intak’s been perched on this very stool, drinking glass after glass, hoping it’ll clear his thoughts that seem to only focus on you.

“don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink? you look like shit. if you puke on my countertop you’re cleaning that shit up yourself.” theo scolds, but there’s no malice in his tone, a little bit of disinterest and concern maybe, but no malice. intak lazily raises his hand in the air with his head down, a nonverbal way of saying “i know, i’m gonna get going.” that taeyang can read every time with ease. the man with shoulder-length hair audibly sighs.

“she’s nothing but a fantasy man, let it go. you come here every weekend just to sit and watch a girl out of your reach. it’s getting pathetic.”

intak winces at the harsh words, but smiles nonetheless. he gets up with some effort and pulls a few crinkled twenties out of his pocket, slapping them on the table in between them with a, “always a pleasure talking to you, theo”. taeyang scoffs, grabbing the bills to place them in the register. “yeah yeah, get home safe.”

intak stumbles out of the stuffy club with a headache, already dreading the inevitable hangover he’ll have in the morning. he waves his arm around aimlessly, hoping to signal a taxi, eyes wandering around the street in boredom until they catch onto a familiar figure sat on the hood of a car. you’re wearing a fuzzy long coat, shielding you from the cold of the night as you cup your hand around a lighter. intak watches you take a deep drag from a lit cigarette, blowing the swirly smoke into the autumn air with an indifferent expression on your face. your hair blows in the wind, but you pay no mind to it, seemingly lost in thought. intak rubs at his eyes with closed fists to be sure you aren’t a figment of his imagination—he’s never seen you away from the limited space of the stage.

before he can talk himself out of it, the boy crosses the street, hands in his pockets as he takes slow, hesitant steps towards you. you’re even prettier like this, intak thinks, not faking a smile for some fast cash, wrapped up in a big coat that makes you look so incredibly small, scrolling on your outdated phone with sleepy eyes. he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

“hey.” are his first words directed at you, a little lame but they grab your attention nonetheless. you jump at his voice, clearly not expecting to entertain a conversation this late at night. intak waits awkwardly as you scan him from head to toe, a hint of what looks like recognization in your eyes. you give him a tight lipped smile, obviously nervous because of the sudden encounter. he can’t blame you, he supposes, not when you’re in this line of work. he probably isn’t the first man to approach you, and most definitely not the last either.

“hi?” is how you answer, hesitant but oh so curious. he’s always been a wallflower from what you know, watching from a distance but never one to approach. the change in routine is certainly sparking your interest, and you wait with bated breath for him to come clean, to reveal his true intentions towards you, good or bad.

“i’ve seen you dance a few times. you’re really good.” intak sheepishly admits, scratching the back of his neck all shy, as if he hadn’t watched you dry hump the floor half naked earlier. his timidness is frankly a bit refreshing, usually an attendee of one of your shows would have tried to get in your pants by now.

“thank you. i’ve seen you in the crowd, y’know. you never tip me, so i can’t be all that good, can i?” you tease, but the question does hold some truth in it. he hasn’t tipped you a single dollar since stepping in the club for the first time, another useless observation of yours.

“sorry.” he blurts out, cheeks red with embarrassment, like a kid who got caught stealing out of the family cookie jar. you hold back a snort at his flustered expression, you were merely teasing the boy. no hard feelings. “it’s all good. a bit curious as to why you come to see me every weekend though. or maybe you’re just here for the drinks, who knows.”

intak laughs at that. “when all the club supplies is whiteclaws and cheap bourbon? i could get better drinks at the supermarket.”

“well you’re right about that,” y/n affirms with a giggle. “so then, what is it? what draws you here every weekend, pretty boy?” you know the answer, but you’d like to hear it straight from the source. it’s more fun that way.

intak sighs, and then reaches his arm out to shake hands, to which you raise an eyebrow, but accept the kind embrace anyways. his hands are warm, a bit sweaty too. he sports no rings, and his fingers are a bit calloused, it makes you wonder what the guy does for work—welding, maybe?

“i’m intak.” a beat passes. you smile, all teeth and gums, and shake his hand in return.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, intak.”

intak’s room is warm, a welcomed contrast to the depressing weather outside. not the cleanest living space, with socks hanging from drawers and far too many lopsided posters pasted onto his walls, but strangely enough, it’s comforting. before now, hwang intak to you was always a man of great mystery, but his cluttered apartment humanizes him. there are a few framed photos propped up on his messy desk, old ones, showcasing intak as a young boy, smiley as ever with his arms draped over various shoulders of people you don’t quite recognize. he’s got some little notes written on the glass frames as well, one in particular catching your eye, a scribbled “my first drink EVER! it tasted like shit!!”. it makes you smile, similar to how the sight of an excited puppy playing fetch would.

as you snoop around intak’s bedroom, your thoughts start to wander to earlier tonight, when you took the stage and locked eyes with the man whose very space you’re currently occupying. his legs spread, chest puffed, jaw slack as he watched you perform with a needy look on his face, practically eye-fucking you across the dim room. it should have disgusted you, it definitely did with every other man who saw you as a mere object of their perverted desires, a sex symbol that they couldn’t live without. there was something different about the boy though, something that made you crave a single night with him. it’s why you accepted his offer to come over to his place with little to no deliberation, despite you swearing to yourself countless of times in the past that you’d never let a random man take you home.

intak’s currently in his bathroom, hyping himself up in front of his mirror as best as he can, fearful that he’ll screw this up and scare you away forever. he can be a bit clingy when intoxicated, sometimes sappy too—a fact that jiung can attest to. the boy would be absolutely mortified if his drunk tendencies landed him on the club’s hefty blacklist, so he takes a deep breath and gives himself an internal pep talk to loosen up: “intak, you’ve got this man. she wouldn’t have taken your offer to come over if she thought you were a weirdo. get back in there, bro.”

intak places a final kiss onto his flexed bicep as good luck, then cringes at himself before taking a deep inhale, brows furrowed in concentration. he walks out of the bathroom and opens his bedroom door, gasping aloud at the delicious sight he’s met with. you’re not wearing your coat anymore, nor your dancing heels, left very naked besides the crimson panties you wore for your earlier performance. your draped over his bed, leaning across the width of the mattress, supporting your weight with one hand planted firmly on intak’s bed, the other raised up to your line of sight as you examine your coffin nails before you take notice of intak’s presence. intak resists slapping himself across the face, not wanting to seem like even more of an idiot after you teased him just an hour ago for never tipping you during your shows. instead, he just stands and stares, gobsmacked at the view, you sat atop of his bed, perky tits out, nipples hard and waiting for his attention.

“you gonna stand there all night or..” is all you can manage to get out before the man takes fast strides towards you and pulls you into a desperate kiss. you moan into his mouth, tongue swiping against his, tasting nothing but bourbon and musk, the flavor provoking a throbbing heat to your core. his dominance seeped into the hot kiss, presenting itself in the way he grabbed at your cheeks roughly, how his tongue shoved itself in your mouth so sloppily, how his lips travelled to the nape of your neck, leaving bite marks in their wake. he was experienced for sure, and thank god for it, because the makeout sesh alone had your typically level-head clouded with yearning and lust.

without proper warning, intak’s calloused hands travelled to your boobs, the rough contact against your soft skin making you mewl. he groped at the flesh with eagerness, replacing his left hand with his tongue as he circled your bud with the wet muscle, flicking it with a deep groan. his mouth latched onto your left tit, suctioning the area with just the right amount of pressure. you let your hand slip into the tufts of his jet black hair, tugging at the strands every time intak bit at your skin. the boy maneuvered his head to give the same attention to your right boob, but not without replacing the left with his hand, his own spit thinly coating his palm as he squeezed.

a few minutes passed just like that, with intak worshipping your boobs like an artist intensely dedicated to their craft. the man unlatched his lips from your chest with a loud pop, placing a single kiss on each of your nipples before sitting back and admiring his work. your skin was now littered with red and purple marks, all from intak and none unwelcome. “pretty.” he remarks, staring at your tits like a man starved. the attention has you dripping, pussy weeping for contact, to which you subtly make an attempt at rubbing your thighs together to bring temporary relief to your aching cunt. intak takes notice of this, smirking at you, facial features sporting a knowing look.

“intak, wanna see you please.” you beg, craving to see what the man looks like underneath the thin layer of his clothes. “fuck, yeah, okay,” he responds, his voice breathless—all a result of you, only you. “it’s only fair i give you a show too, right?” he jokes, the lightheartedness soothing any nerves you may have had earlier. “right.” you affirm with a focused expression, before giggling back at him. intak steps a few feet away from his bed, eyes locked on yours as he cheekily pulls off his own coat. his black wife beater follows, giving you the liberty to drool at the view of his sculpted abs. your line of sight travels downwards, to where you can spot a prominent v-line, along with the beginning of a trail of pubic hair—not too long, but still present, not that you mind.

intak starts to tug at his belt buckle, but you’re quick to sit at the edge of the bed, feet tucked snug under your thighs as you replace his hands with your own. you free the boy from the tight constraints of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. they’re red in color, almost matching the hue of your own underwear. you can spot the thick outline of his cock, already hard and practically slipping out of his briefs. there’s also a wet patch of precum oozing out of the elastic material, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling at the thought of tasting him.

before you free his girth out of its constraints, you leave a few sloppy kisses and kitten licks right on top of the cloth, his subdued scent and taste overtaking your senses. intak may be the only one under the influence, but you could get drunk just off of this, especially with the way the man bites his lip at your gentle contact, a strangled “fuck..” leaving his lips. you quit your teasing after a few more licks, pulling down intak’s underwear in one swift movement, almost immediately grabbing at his length with a closed fist and pumping at a steady pace. intak’s reaction is immediate, head thrown back with a loud groan, eyes momentarily rolled to the back of his skull as his hips buck upwards into your fist. you’ve barely done anything and the man already seems close to cumming—it’s as cute as it is dirty, the way he melts into your touch, so pliant and oh so desperate.

“y/n, let me fuck your face.” intak pleads, eyes as twinkly as ever. you reply by guiding his mushroom tip into your open mouth, slowly sinking your mouth onto his length as far as you can go. you look up at intak, mouth full of cock and tears threatening to spill from your lined waterline, silently giving the man a go at your throat. he wastes no time in thrusting into the heat, whimpering and swearing at the way you suction your lips. he speeds his hips to set a near animalistic pace, resulting in you spluttering on him as the force of his thrusts hit against the back of your throat. just as you’re about to tap out, pinch at intak’s thick thighs and catch your breath, salty seed slips into your mouth, coating your throat white. you pull off of him to cough and swallow, looking absolutely defiled in front of the man. for some reason, the fact doesn’t bother you one bit, instead, you only wish for him to rough you up some more, to give you his all, even if it’s just for a single night. even if come tomorrow morning, you’ll slip out of his blankets, leaving no signs that you were ever there.

intak hunches over your frame to capture your slick lips into a messy kiss for the nth time tonight. he can taste his ecstasy on your tongue, savoring the flavor far more enthusiastically than he would any drink served at your club. you loop your arms around his broad neck, pulling him closer and closer until you both are pressed flush against each other, with your back, a bit sweaty, meeting the soft fabric of his linen sheets. intak ruts his swollen, sensitive cock against your crotch, still shielded by your panties. despite the barrier of cloth, intak can feel how wet you are—he grins at that, knowing that he’s the one who’s making you all hot and bothered. he feels like he’s on top of the world, with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, occupying his sheets and pleading for his touch.

“jesus babe, you’re soaked. all this for me?” intak muses aloud, obviously proud of himself at affecting you just as much as you’ve affected him. if he wasn’t so worried about first impressions, he’d pump his fist in the air.

“all for you takkie, now help me get rid of these panties already.” you demand, followed by a flirtatious wink that almost makes intak buckle at the knees. the man drops his head to where he has the perfect view of your crimson panties, contrasting beautifully against your shiny skin. red had always been his favorite color, after all. intak mimics your tactic on his cock from earlier, placing feather light kisses on your inner thighs, and eventually on your clothed mound, too. you whine at his teasing, but it’s only fair he returns the favor, isn’t it?

your scent is heaven on earth to him. delicate and strong at the same time, flowery musk coating his nostrils—it’s so irrevocably girl. the boy takes his sweet time inhaling your smell, completely ignoring your protests. you beg a little more, and always one to please, intak latches his teeth onto the waistband of the silk, tugging it off with his canines while looking you right in the eye. he’s so sexy like this, you think, in between your thighs, already pussy drunk, but slow enough in his movements so the pair of you can properly savor the moment. you appreciate his pace; it’s rare when a man doesn’t insist on sticking it in as soon as you’ve been undressed. intak is kinder than that.

his teeth continue to tug your panties down the length of your legs, until they slip off completely, leaving you completely bare are vulnerable. intak sweetly folds your panties and places them at the edge of the bed, knowing that they must have costed you a pretty penny, before shifting his unwavering attention to your sopping cunt. he stares for a bit, making you a bit shy to the point where you start to close up your legs, but intak is faster, prying them open with force. the dominance that he now exudes is salivating, and you wait, curious as to what his next move will be.

“pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tits, pretty pussy. how are you real?” intak questions you, but his deep eyes are still glued to your cunt, throbbing and calling out for his touch. light and gentle or hard and rough, it doesn’t matter anymore. you just want him, willing to take anything he’ll give you with obedience and a smile. it’s been too long since you’ve been worshipped like a goddess, rather than painted as prey for predator.

instead of intak touching you where you need him most, he leaves scattered bites across the skin of your inner thighs, completely neglecting your cunny to mark you instead. in reality, intak knows that no amount of biting will make you his, and he’ll be back at the club next weekend, watching you perform once more with a glass of bourbon in hand. the realization sends a pang of hurt to his heart, but he bandaids the wound by showing you a good time—a great time, even. it’s all he can do, and do it right he will. so he ignores the ticking of his obnoxious alarm clock, redirecting his focus once more to your cunt.

his digits reach out to explore your pussy, swiping and swirling around the surface in a plethora of ways. intak gauges your reactions to each touch, quickly catching on to what sensations make your legs shake and bottom lip wobble. oh how he’d love to get his mouth on you right now, have you fall apart on his tongue, but his cock throbs as he ruts his hips against his sheets, urging him to slam into your heat as soon as he possibly can. if he doesn’t, he might die this very minute, and so he does. removes his skinny fingers from your puffy bud, stands up and plants his feet onto his carpeted floor, grips onto your thighs to pull your weight to the edge of his bed.

“intak. condom.” you gently remind. as nice as he is, sexy too, you’d much rather protect yourself from some sexually transmitted disease, or worse, an unexpected bundle of joy that you cannot afford to bring into this world. not now, at least, and not with pretty boy intak.

“shit, yeah. sorry, let me get one real quick.” intak responds sheepishly, embarrassed that he’d let his lust take over without taking the proper precautionary steps beforehand. intak walks over to his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapped piece of latex as fast as he can, clearly desperate to bury himself within your walls as soon as humanely possible. he repositions himself in front of you, cock standing tall, the tip red from the previous attention you gave it. he rips at the foil with haste, almost dropping the condom like a fucking idiot. you don’t let him linger in embarrassment, wrapping your manicured hand around his forearm before gently consoling him with a, “intak, relax. ‘s just me.”

that’s the problem, the fact that it’s you, is what intak thinks, but your words do help him calm down, even if it’s just a bit. he takes a deep breath and slips the rubber onto his length, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. there’s none, of course, just pure lust, and your ready expression convinces the boy to sheath himself into your tight walls, pushing in inch by inch with little to no resistance—perks of you being so incredibly wet, he guesses.

you both moan at the stretch, the feeling so intense that intak may as well have crashed on top of you. he has half a mind to grip an arm onto the sheets, right next to your head. the position is awfully intimate for a one night stand, but neither of you have time to dwell on it when intak pulls his hips back slightly, only to piston back forward with a level of force you weren’t quite prepared for. the boy is quite literally the definition of pussy drunk, setting a desperate speed from the get-go and tucking his face into the nape of your neck. his lips are right underneath your ear, making it impossible to miss each and every one of his pathetically beautiful noises.

after awhile, intak adjusts the angle of his thrusts just a bit, and you cry out at the way his cock prods at your g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. “oh! right there, tak!” you moan out, attempting to meet his thrusts by pushing your own hips downwards. you clench around him in a vice grip, embarrassingly close already. it’s the first time a man has been able to draw out so many sounds from you, you’ve never felt so good before. intak nods at you each and every time you gasp aloud, egging on your, and his, inevitable orgasm.

intak breaks eye contact to look downwards, groaning at how your walls suction him in and leave a frothy white rim against the base of his dick. his length is coated with a sheen, certainly your wetness, and it only makes it that much easier for him to thrust into your gummy walls. the room feels about 20 degrees hotter now, with intak’s sweat dripping onto your chest like a leaking water faucet. he can’t smell the powdery perfume and whiteclaw breath from the club anymore, nose just picking up the scent of you—y/n.

a thumb circles your clit in quick motions, the final tipping point sending you to the edge with a pornographic, “fuck!”. your cunt flutters against intak’s girth, your legs tremble and spasm uncontrollably, eyes tearing up once again, no doubt ruining your carefully applied mascara as intak just fucks you through the most intense orgasm of your life. he’s not far behind, only pistoning into you a few dozen more times before unloading his cum into the rubber of the condom.

the pair of you stay silent to catch your breaths, intak still tucked within your cunt as he collects himself. a few minutes later has him pulling out of you with a hiss, cock sensitive from all the exertion. he flops onto the empty space next to you, turning his head to face you, you doing the same. you both giggle, still a bit breathless and so very satisfied.

you almost say something in the heat of the moment, something you’re sure to regret in the morning, but as you turn to look at intak once more, he’s fast asleep. a definite effect of all the drinks he had earlier. you lean over to place a single delicate peck on his cheek, dreading having to leave his side in the morning time, but you couldn’t get attached, not in this line of work. so you tucked yourself away from the boy—cuddling him would make it that much harder to leave him.

morning comes, as it usually does. intak wakes a bit later than usual, sunshine leaking through his thin curtains to shine directly into his eyes. he groans, sits up and stretches his arms real wide to wake himself up faster. as soon as a yawn exits his mouth, the man is hit with an intense headache that prompts him to grip at his forehead in discomfort. the events of the last night are a blur, but his lips remember sloppy kisses, ears remember giggles and whines, cock remembers a fair amount of attention. and then it all comes back to him. y/n.

he turns to his right, but there’s only emptiness beside him. the sheets, however, are crumpled in a way that suggest someone occupied the space not too many hours ago. but it doesn’t matter anyways. one night is all he asked for, and one night he got.

a knock at his wooden door startles intak, and a sleepy jiung enters the room with uncharacteristically hesitant steps. intak watches curiously as the shorter boy seats himself at the edge of his bed. jiung sighs, and then stares as intak with an expression full of pity that he doesn’t need right now. or ever.

“she was here last night, wasn’t she?” jiung asks, and intak can already hear the unwanted lecture that is sure to follow the question.

intak inhales. “yeah,” he chuckles, “she was.”

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[lxvebun]

flurry of colours

synopsis: asking the genshin boyfriends what color they see you as

content: Alhaitham/Kazuha/Wriothesley x gender neutral reader. Fluff! Use of nickname darling/dove. Wrio is pretty short I wasn't entirely sure how to write him😭. English is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes♡

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Alhaitham

"It's not your problem if Kaveh's struggling with his color schemes, darling" he replies quickly, not even bothering to look up from the page in his book.

"Archons, Haitham, it's not like that. Just look at me and imagine what color I radiate :)

he sighs a little, closing the book but keeping his fingers between the pages. Even if he thinks it's a bit of a silly question, he does take a moment to let his eyes trace over you, shamelessly letting them linger on your lips too. for a second you think he's actually going to answer your question but then you see him failing to suppress a smirk and his gaze meets yours with an expression you can only describe as Are you serious?

"Humor me Alhaitham"

Alright, let me think.. he completely closes his book this time, placing it in front of him on his desk and rests his head on his hand

"Colors can actually invoke a lot of thoughts and impressions. Most people associate red with warmth, and passion, but also with danger or fear depending on the context. A lot of people view black as a masking color be it clothes to hide certain parts of yourself or the shadows in your nightmares, but you can also see it as a protective color as it doesn't reflect. Blue is usually related to the sea, the lighter tones with sunny mornings walking along the shore, darker tones of blue can relate to the deep cold unknown depth that's hidden from prying eyes......if I had to describe you a color..it would be green. Not necessarily because of the associations with it, wisdom, calmness, and hope. which do apply to you don't get me wrong, but green is my favorite color, and you're my favorite person. Simple as that. Now, care to read with me for a bit?

*he's so annoying but he does it so well. Bites him*

Kazuha and wrio under the cut♡

Kazuha

kazuha has been a bit gloomy as of lately. His usual flowery words have lost their petals, His leatherbound notebook has not made an appearance in a while, neither have the little poems he writes for you to wake up to, and his fingers are clean, not covered with his usual, and at this point, you believed to be permanent, ink stains. It's clear he's been going through the infamous writers block. something that most artist go through and also get out of but it's nonetheless an infuriating part of being an creative individual. But since Kazuha has made you his muse as he told you many many times before, who are you to not try and help inspire your lovely boyfriend.

It takes you a while of bringing him to random locations for sunset walks or stargazing and asking him random questions until one finally hits the spot. His eyes immediately lighting up as he turns to you with such a warm expression of love and adoration you're pretty sure your heart skipped a beat

"That's a very beautiful question, dove"

He takes a moment to think about it, eyes lovingly tracing over every little detail of you, the backlight of the sun, the glimmer of the waves shining in your eyes

"I don't think describing you as one color does you justice. You shift hues as softly and gently as the day shifts into night, and the sun makes place for the moon in the sky. But if I do have to say just one, I see hints of purple in you, but that could also be because the color reminds me of my hometown and everytime I look at you, my soul feels at home" He answers with a new found excitement in his voice

"Actually, maybe I can use this for a poem-"

*i'm projecting can you tell?*

Wriothesley

You often come down into the fortress to spend some time with him on his break. With both of you living on different levels of Fontaine, you'll take any chance you can get to be around him and even when it's not officially his break time, he could never say no to you....or tea time

That's why you're here now sitting on the edge of his desk as he hastily discared the paperwork to make room for the teapot and biscuits. As quickly as the tea flows, the conversation passes from deep and meaningful, romantic ones, to terrible jokes and banter as both of you just talk about whatever comes to mind.

So he doesn't raise an eyebrow when you ask him what colors remind him of you. it's quite endearing how he just goes along with whatever silly questions or requests you throw at him without making you feel embarrassed about it

"Probably between a pearlescent white and a warm honey yellow."

"Interesting answer...why?"

"the colours remind me of the sun and the moon, and living at the bottom of the ocean here in the fortress we don't have either of those of course. You're the closest thing I have to feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin or experiencing calm atmosphere of the moonlight. And to be honest I prefer you over the real thing♡"

Hes so cute *cries*

Thank you for reading angels!♡

[rainerioun]

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖡𝖤 𝖨𝖭 2 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲? | 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽.

— Hello! I know this is a shorter post, but I wanted to share something. This was requested anonymously, so thank you for the suggestion! ♥

ORIGINAL DATE POSTED : JUNE 16TH, 2024.

HOW TO CHOOSE A PILE : The outcome may vary based on whether you receive clear messages visually or intuitively. If you resonate more with selecting a pile visually, trust that inclination. Personally, I believe the notion that 'looks can deceive,' so I prefer to take a deep breath and close my eyes, allowing the pile I'm meant to connect with to come to me. You might see the color of the pile, sense or hear a number, or simply feel its overall vibe.

Please don’t redistribute or edit my content.

MUST READ + MASTERLIST. | KO-FI.

PILE ONE

Where Will You Be In 2 Years? The Empress [Reversed], The Chariot, Knight of Wands [Reversed].

In two years, you're definitely the one in control. If you're facing any hurdles, especially with dreams left unattended or ideas just lingering without action, that fades away over time. You might still encounter creative blocks and timing issues, but you'll handle them much more effectively, learning self-control and taking decisive action. You'll realize that your accomplishments don't solely define you; they're just an added bonus. You should know to slow down, it will grant you a clearer perspective to seeking security.

What Energy Will You Radiate? Networker — Light : Enhances unity through sharing of information. Engenders social awareness and empathy. Shadow : Conveys information only for person gain. Spreads fear and falsehood.  The Merchant : Self-worth, Trade. 

You could find yourself in a more social setting or perhaps in a higher position in your career, whether it's the same job or a new one. You're confident but not cocky, aware of your self-worth, and others notice this too. In some way, you seem to be a messenger, spreading kindness. This doesn't have to be taken literally; it could relate to anything. Whatever came to mind when you read that might be it.

PILE TWO

Where Will You Be In 2 Years? Ten of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, The Tower.

If you're starting something you've been wanting to begin or have been thinking about it, know now is the right time to do it. The next two years will be intense and different from what you're used to, but you can handle it. All your hard work will definitely pay off. In two years, you'll achieve what you wanted—be it wealth, security, or some kind of success. This will finally become permanent. However, expect significant changes, some of which you may not like at first. Any upheaval or chaos is just a way to build an even stronger foundation. For those considering starting a family, think about your circumstances carefully. Don't rush. This aspect will bloom within the coming years.

What Energy Will You Radiate? Queen — Light : Radiates the regal feminine. Uses her benevolent authority to protect others. Shadow : Becomes arrogant when authority is challenged. Controlling and demanding.  The Adventurer : Responsibility, Expectations.

Again, for those considering starting a family—if not, feel free to skip this part—you'll find yourself strongly in the parental role. This doesn't necessarily mean with a human child; just know you'll feel content. Some of you might be stressing over the mere thought, but rest assured, it'll bring fulfillment. As for the rest of you, you'll develop a stronger sense of responsibility. However, this doesn't mean you can't explore. The next few years are about stabilizing, rebuilding what's been lost, but in two years, you'll regain your 'freedom' once more. You are always the one in control, don't get lost in a little box.

PILE THREE

Where Will You Be In 2 Years? King of Swords, Seven of Cups, Four of Wands.

Pile three, you'll find yourself in a place of mental and physical clarity. It's a very calm and peaceful state. You're enjoying life, with a sense of harmony and relaxation. Home feels like a welcoming place. You deserve this, so keep following your instincts. There are many paths and decisions ahead, but there's no wrong choice. You get to decide for yourself. Whatever starts now will lead to peace in the future. While life won't be stress-free, you'll accept the struggles, not rushing to figure everything out immediately.

What Energy Will You Radiate? Hermit — Light : Seeks Solitude to focus intently on inner life. Serves personal creativity. Shadow : Withdraws from society out of fear or negative judgements of others. Refusing to help those in need.  The Vengeance : Overcoming Slights, A Choice. 

In two years, I envision you embracing the homebody life, in your own zone. It's all about you and your close circle. You'll find contentment in solitude, focusing on the little things with acceptance—chores, hobbies, and everyday routines. When I think of this scenario, I see someone sitting in a chair, leisurely watching their pet play without a worry in the world. It's a heartwarming scene; some of you might even welcome a new pet into your life. In two years, it's a time for retreat, and if you believe you can get there, you will.

[headspace-hotel]

U gotta stop arguing with vegans. They are incorrigibly stupid and, worse, entirely convinced that they are right. It's like arguing with a brick wall. Block them and move on for ur own sake

The one vegan I've known pretty well in real life is a perfectly lovely person...but then again, not the type to get involved in internet arguments.

Like I think it's a noble pursuit to try to reduce harm to animals and live sustainably, and things like "uhhh we probably shouldn't be devoting A Third Of The Country's Land Area to producing Only Beef" and "Hey it's really fucked up how we breed chickens to grow so fast that they can't even stand" are just common sense.

But it's important to me that people can distinguish things like that from ridiculous bullshit like "it's impossible to get milk from an animal without killing the offspring" and "artificial insemination is raping animals"

...Am I the only one who thinks that in general, as a society, we should pay more attention to an animal's emotional responses to a thing than necessarily the intent of a thing in judging whether that thing is "abusive?" One of the folks in the replies, when I brought up artificial insemination as a way of saving endangered species that are highly sensitive to stress, said basically "well at least that's for the benefit of animals" And I'm just ?????? If you actually believe it's rape, does that actually matter?

Meanwhile there are plenty of animals that are in screaming-and-soiling themselves levels of distress from going to a groomer or the vet and that's laughed off as "being dramatic" because it's "for the animal's own good"

Like obviously [for the ever-present people in my notes who can't read] animals will need veterinary care sometimes, but I've known animals that gave their owners permanent scars and pretty much consistently lost control of their bowels because they were so scared of the vet, and I think that should be taken seriously as "traumatic" and as an animal welfare issue because The Animal Is Literally Telling You It Is In Extreme Distress and I feel like there has to be ways to get your cat a rabies shot without scarring the poor thing for life. Like, Good Lord.

I've seen vids on here of kittens being given medicine or handled/socialized that people I guess freaked out about, but the kitten shown, while not pleased, was clearly trusting and not, like, losing its mind with terror. Meanwhile a dog that growls when you brush its hair is "bad" and "dramatic" etc etc.

I guess the thing that gets me about it is that people judge how distressed the animal actually is based on how "justified" they perceive the thing to be, and not what the animal is communicating.

That's the thing! Animals communicate, and i'm not an expert but I reckon that an animal actually being in distress is automatically more of a welfare concern than something that "sounds like" it "should" be distressing.

That got kinda long, oops. Anyway yeah, no productive conversations going on.

[easy-revenge]

its been over 2 years since i read volume 9 of chainsaw man and it still apparently has the power to make me sob uncontrollably when i think about it so im going to talk a bit about aki and denji being shown as children during the snowball fight and why it's currently making me wanna rip my hair out :)

aki is already gone during this scene for all intents and purposes, having very little comprehension of the events his body is in and just waiting to be set free. his mind reverting back to the moment he lost his family is not surprising, since that's when his life permanently changed trajectory.

he's not to blame for being stuck in this moment, as it would make sense for any kid his age. however, he didn't put himself on the path towards revenge, which inevitably made him unable to let go. that was makima. she took him by the hand and gave him this "purpose", something she very well knew he was never going to achieve anyway. she trapped him in this predicament and made sure he stayed there till there were no options left for him.

to the very end, aki's life was never his own, but planned for him. aki never left that snowy forest. he wasn't allowed to.

as a result, the essence of aki that remained within the gun fiend after his death materialized as the last genuine version of aki that ever was. a kid playing in front of his house.

moving over to denji, who is the one that got me crying today. his appearance as a child in aki's mind is partly to parallel the bond they shared and the bond between aki and his little brother, whom he lost that day. of course. however i think there's a lot of significance to this choice for denji's character as well.

denji grew up remote and very disconnected from society. he never got the chance to learn how to navigate his feelings and relationships with other people. he had to figure it all out as he went, first with pochita, whom he got attached to and later with aki and power. even with makima.

makima was the first person to ever give him attention and affection, to give him the things he always wanted, but she never treated him like a person. she never helped him get any closer to learning how to be one. he was used, much like aki was, and was given a purpose that was never going to be for his own benefit.

as a result, denji took a while to go through the motions of being surrounded by humans and being taught by them. the first time we saw him face the concept of loss was with pochita, an event that didn't really give him much in terms of experience considering all the implications and how suddenly it changed his life. in its nature, it wasn't a type of loss he would've been able to navigate as a human.

im not going to go into the situation with his father since we saw very explicitly how incapable he was to handle it to the point of blocking it out and having it haunt him till the end of part one. he surely didn't get much data out of that experience either, or the abuse he went through before it.

the first real time he got to see loss occur very close to him was himeno's death. he had no emotional reaction to it, which confused him since he was able to observe its effect on aki and other people around him. he questioned his own humanity for the first time and it upset him, if only momentarily. it gave him a hint of perspective.

sadly, he was going to find out what loss meant the hard way.

with makima still treating him like an animal and the circumstances forcing him to still rely on his instincts, denji's emotional maturity wasn't really prioritized. he did inevitably grow closer to aki and power, without necessarily being able to recognize those feelings for what they were. again he just had to go through the motions.

fast forward to the gun devil arc. he's told by makima on the phone to not think, to just fight aki without thinking about it. we see the progress that's been made in how clearly unable denji is to follow that order, aki being the closest thing to family he's ever had by this point.

he fights his best friend, not even thinking about himself, but of how aki would feel if he were conscious of how much destruction he was causing. still up to this point, denji doesn't know that he loves aki. it hasn't computed to him as a piece of info, only as an experience.

him being shown as a child in the snow, a contrast to the violent reality that his body is in, has as much significance as it does for aki.

denji never really grew up, he never got past his father's death or anything that happened to him before and after that. he was kept from it by his life and makima herself, once again. his ineptitude was weaponized and he was nowhere near being aware of it. he was also stuck.

in that scene, denji experiences real loss. he loses someone he loves and someone who loves him back. someone who thought himself unable to do so but was the first to love him like a human.

he was just a kid, losing his family by his own hand again, only this time he had been loved.

it's highlighted in the next chapter, where he appears unable to grieve and looks kind of numb instead. then we have the ice cream scene, where he thinks the words for the first time and throws up immediately.

his confusion after it happens, him being unable to fathom why his body would have such a reaction, breaks my heart almost more than the entirety of the snowball fight itself, from denji's pov.

im not going to talk about what happens directly after that and its implications bc im gonna end up talking forever, but his behavior throughout the next chapters very much shows how out of his depth he is when it comes to loss and grief and how lost and helpless he is in makima's hands.

my point is, both aki and denji were used, weaponised and kept from growing up while also having to deal with the world and its cruelty at the same time. even the closeness they achieved was planned and used against them both. this is only one of many angles of the snowball fight scene that can be looked at and interpreted in different ways. but it was the one that made me ugly cry today :)

[utilitycaster]

Weirdly specific and overly long Critical Role Ask Meme

The annual Thanksgiving Hell Drive tradition that matters only to me!

Character you don't particularly like, but will defend vehemently when people dislike them for the wrong reasons.

Favorite unhinged shopkeeper.

Minor character people in the fandom are obsessed with that makes you go "them? why?"

Minor character you are (correctly) obsessed with.

Meta you would write if you did not fear people would be SUPER weird about it. This is also an invitation to write that meta and block the haters.

NPC you would most like to see as the subject of a Tales of Exandria series.

Alternate outcome in a main campaign that you don't necessarily wish happened, but that you wish you could see played out in an alternate universe before returning to ours.

You may personally require that Liam O'Brien plays a non-core four (ie, not a Rogue, Wizard, Cleric, or Fighter) character for at least 10 episodes - he cannot in any way be one of those classes, even as a multiclass. If you like Orym, assume this has no impact on him. What class or multiclass do you have him play?

Location in Exandria you'd like to see in a possibly canonical one-shot/EXU but with non-main campaign characters (as in Song of the Lorelei/The Darrington Brigade)

Favorite and least favorite Matt Mercer Original Subclass.

A common stance within the fandom you would most like to eliminate on the specific grounds of hypocrisy/self-contradiction.

Best ship of the literal seafaring vessel or skyship variety.

Favorite D&D PC (guests & EXU included but must be a PC) of [class provided by the asker]? Note that as of posting there is only one option each for artificer (Tary) and ranger (Vex), so don't ask those.

Describe the art you would most like to create or commission if talent/money were no object.

Favorite one-on-one conversation (can be between two PCs, or a PC and NPC).

Favorite group (all/most of the party) conversation.

You know that post that's like "I wish you could filter in ao3 on 'attitude towards a canon event'?" In the world of imagination, you can! What's the event or attitude?

Share one unpopular opinion but it must specifically only pertain to Sam's ads.

You can swap one subclass (not class) for any one main campaign main cast PC. Which character, and what's their new subclass?

What non-D&D TTRPG would you most like to see Critical Role run a one shot in?

You can eliminate one ship that did not become a canon, reciprocated relationship from the fandom's consciousness. It is entirely gone - no fics, no posts, no doctored out of context gifsets inexplicably claiming that Travis ships it, no anon hate, no drama. Your blocked tags list becomes several entries shorter. A weight is lifted from your shoulders, and you take the deepest breath you've taken in a long time. Anyway, now that you're feeling relaxed and inspired, what do you think Bertrand Bell's fighter subclass was?

Assume that every single non-multiclassed wizard PC OR significant wizard NPC (includes EXU Calamity) are in a battle royale, and all are level 16. Who would you bet on as the winner?

You can guarantee that Vax lives at the end of Campaign 1. However, you must trade his permadeath for the permadeath of a different PC who was dead for more than a minute. Your options are Percy dying permanently in 1x68; Scanlan dying permanently in 1x83; or Laudna dying permanently in 3x34. Do you choose to do so, why, and whose death do you trade?

You can guarantee that one Evergreen Question you write is pulled on 4-Sided Dive AND that the four cast members you most want to answer it are on that month. What's the question, and which cast members answer it?

What class do you most want to see Matt play if he is in a future EXU campaign as a new (not Dariax) PC?

You must swap one nat 1 die roll with one nat 20 die roll. They must both be from the main campaigns, but can be cross-campaign. Which are they, and why?

Pick one character, ship, or party; and one song you associate most with them, and explain why. This song cannot be on an existing playlist from the main cast. It also cannot be We Have it All by the Pim Stones nor Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford & Sons; I love those AMVs but please think for yourself.

Think back to all weird or bad opinions (pertaining to Critical Role) you've seen but which were not elaborated upon. You get to make one, and only one, person have to provide an honest response about what the fuck they were thinking. Which opinion do you receive the honest explanation for?

You can give any PC a Staff of Birdcalls. Who do you give it to?

What is your favorite theory or headcanon that has absolutely no bearing on the plot and isn't important at all, but which is completely compliant with canon?

A really weird fey entity grants you the following boon: you can magically make it so that whenever people try to draw Imogen with glasses, the glasses magically disappear. All you need to do is hit the DC. The DC begins at 15, it is a simple d20 die roll with no modifiers/additions, and you can reduce it by one for every month you live with canon, pre-episode 2x26 Mollymauk Tealeaf. You do have your own room, but the walls are thin. After 15 months you automatically succeed and Molly disappears as though he had never existed. How many months do you live with Molly?

If the CR main cast were to play the original 7 tombtakers per The Nine Eyes of Lucien (Brevyn, Cree, Jurrell, Lucien, Otis, Tyffial, and Zoren) in a one shot, who should play whom? Assume Matt DMs, but you do not need to have Taliesin play Lucien.

You may ask any member of the cast one, and only one lore clarification question. What do you ask?

You meet an old woman in the grocery store and help her with her bags. In return, she tells you she can guarantee that Campaign 3 will be fantastic, and that there will be a Campaign 4 set in Issylra that is also fantastic. However, she warns you, the price is that Marisha and Laura's characters will never be in a romance together, nor will Taliesin and Liam's, though there will be significant queer romances aplenty, both F/F and M/M, in said campaigns. Do you take her up on her offer?

You can set the time and place of the next EXU series, but it cannot be within 100 years of the Calamity nor Divergence. When and where do you set it?

Every cast member must create a main campaign character loosely based off a character they played in a one-shot not set in Exandria, a la Chetney from Chutney (as a result, Travis is excused from this exercise). Who should they choose? (Please note that Bar Room Blitz is set in Exandria. You cannot pick Jayne and you're boring for thinking it.)

You have to take a 16 hour road trip with one NPC from each campaign (all at once, ie, three other people). The NPCs cannot shorten the road trip in any way and the road trip must be via driving but you can do it in two 8 hour days and share a motel room if you'd like. Who do you pick?

Assuming that your rent and basic living expenses are paid regardless, nothing cataclysmic happens while you're there, and your race and class are perceived as completely average and nothing to comment on, which city in Exandria would you most like to live in for a year? You must spend the vast majority of your time there.

Favorite parental figure NPC?

What named but as of yet unseen character do you most want to see onscreen?

[writingmyownhappyending]

Certainty and Tsukishima

I've been thinking about Tsukishima today, about his personality traits that aren't necessarily obvious: first, that he's stubborn as fuck, and second, that he's a deeply passionate person.

He's not hinata, he doesn't get excited easily, but when he gets invested in something? It's like….permanent. His love for volleyball was like that - he just didn't give up. Despite what happened with his brother, despite not really getting along with the other first-years, despite not having the skill and stamina of others on his team, he just…kept going.

We see that persistance against the guy on his brother's team; we see it in every game, with his patient and persistant blocking. We see it in his friendships even - not just with Yamaguchi, but with Hinata and Kageyama and Yachi too - he holds onto those relationships, maintains them in adulthood.

All this is to say, I think he's the kind of guy who could fall in love once, at age 16, and have that be it.

He's not an "I have to try everything" guy, he doesn't care about that. I don't think he worries about missed opportunities. I think he knows what he wants, and goes after it, and I think when he starts dating Kuroo, he's like "fuck, this is the the one." And then…..he holds on.

Not always with elegance and grace, sometimes it's sheer tenacity, it's tears over the phone and awkward sexting and far too many trains to Tokyo. But he never stops, because he KNOWS.

There's a core of certainty there - just like Tsukki knows he loves volleyball, and knows that Akiteru loves him, and knows that Yamaguchi is a friend for life - he KNOWS that Kuroo is right for him. He knows they're good together; even when it's difficult, they're good together. And yeah - he's rational enough that if things ever got toxic, if Kuroo ever wanted out, Tsukishima would let him go. But that doesn't happen.

Instead, ten years later they walk down the aisle. Kuroo is giddy, still in disbelief, starry-eyed and amazed. When Kuroo says "my husband," it dazzles him. He says it over and over, "my husband. my husband! My HUSBAND!" Like he can't believe his luck.

But Tsukishima is calm and steady and sure. He's grounded, certain in the knowledge that he's walking a road he started walking long ago, leading strong and sure from his past to his future. A road he chose at every possible turning.

And when Tsukki says "my husband," it sounds like they've been married forever. Like it's something that's always been true.

Which in a way, it is.

(moving this here from twitter because, you know, no one trusts twitter anymore)

[answrs]

Readmores And You - A Really Great Tumblr Feature!

(this is technically directed at stuff I've seen in a specific tag because of the content of said tag makes it more likely to spoiler things, but it applies to anyone likely learning the ins and outs of a new site. speaking of which, hello! welcome to tumblr!) (this got. longer than anticipated. apologies, I get bogged down in trying to make things as clear as possible. ^^")

I've seen this a lot recently in the VC tags especially, where the post goes something to the effect of "tw bloody animal!" then like six periods and the images of whatever dead thing the post is about.

I recognize this is probably being carried over from some other website (...reddit probably? maybe insta?) but please. I appreciate y'all so much for trying to do what you're doing. but this method of hiding pictures isn't effective on tumblr, but there is an infinitely better option!

"but why? it works fine on other sites?" firstly, a few extra lines typically don't even take up enough space on mobile (let alone desktop) to hide your pics, so even at a glance anyone is likely still seeing at least the top half of whichever picture you posted before even noticing the trigger warning on top. second, because you have to scroll all the way past the images at the bottom of your post anyway to get to the next one on your dash/in the tag/etc. so if someone comes across your post and the trigger warning is applicable as something they want to avoid, unless they have access to a keyboard to use a keybind shortcut that ive been here 12 years and still cant remember, they can't see any other posts after it without either having to scroll through the pics or outright block you. which is... not the most ideal of options I would say.

"but what else am I supposed to do then!?" I hear you ask.

READMORES!

tumblr has a wonderful feature known as a "readmore" that's built into the site! it creates a break in your post, which hides any content - be it words, images, whatever - that you place underneath it, not showing it unless the person viewing it clicks on the words "keep reading" (formerly "read more" - hence the name :D).

Cool, how do I do that?

on mobile you can place one by tapping an empty line and clicking the grey squiggle icon from the selection that allow you to insert an image/vid/link

which will place a squiggly line into the post you're making:

(desktop uses the same icon, it's just in a more compact row of icons.)

you can drag it around after placing it too, just like photos. (note: mobile can get finicky with this and it's usually just easier to remove it -click the big red X- and add it in the new place you want it.)

EDIT: some of the versions of mobile editor are broken and don't show the icons. to add it in manually type ":readmore:" (with the colons, but not the quotation marks) on its own line. Thank you for the reminder, LovingTogetic!

this is also a nice way to keep your blog tidy and not swamped in long and/or spoilery posts (say if you're posting 5k word fics, or extensive meta, or gushing over the ending of the latest game or TV show most people probably haven't seen yet)! it's not required, obviously, but it's generally considered a common courtesy for others that will be seeing your post cross their dashboard.

finally, an example of the readmore in action:

(ta-da!)

have fun out there y'all, I hope this is helpful ^^

as an aside (I wasn't sure where to put this but under the break seemed appropriate), you may also see a lot of personal/vent posts be fully under readmores as well, even if the post is only a sentence or two long. this is mostly so followers don't necessarily see it unless they specifically click, but there's a more frustrating history to it becoming a thing: when a post is reblogged, any content above the break is permanently frozen as it existed at the time, but anything under it will reflect edits made to the post. while not common, a certain type of user sometimes browse the various "do not rb" tags and will purposefully reblog personal posts in order to upset and distress the users. putting those things under a readmore make it so even if that happens, the text can be deleted from all iterations of the post. recently the site rolled out an option to lock a post to reblogs, but you gotta mess with the settings and it's mostly a habit after a decade here dealing with the nonsense.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Re: discussing fan works publicly.

As a writer, I imagine coming across a post on my dash at random, of people openly criticising a fic I’ve written and the thought makes me feel ill. I think it would genuinely stop me from posting my work, maybe not permanently but for a long time.

As a reader, I’m so grateful people post fics at all. I’d be mortified if I saw people shitting on a fic I love on social media.

I think if a work is problematic and you’ve already commented to ask the author to tag appropriately or make changes and it’s gotten you no where, and you’re posting a PSA to warn people in the fandom who will be affected by the work to tread carefully, then yeah I can see how that would be necessary.

But I personally think it’s unnecessary to make a post mentioning a fic or author with comments like “yeah this fic needed to be beta read” or “this author writes this character soooo OOC” or “this character would NOT do that” or “look at this fic why would anyone ship this lmao”.

Feels like this really could just be in the DMs or a group chat or discord server where the author won’t come across it. Obviously yeah, people can post whatever they want on their blogs, but do people want to be the reason a fanfic author decides to never write again?

I’m like you. If I don’t like a fic, I just tap out. I don’t even complain about it in DMs because what if the other person enjoys it? I’m not taking that away. Just because it’s not my cup of tea doesn’t give me the right to stop someone else drinking it. The most I’ll ever do is block or mute an author on AO3 so I don’t accidentally read their works again.

These aren’t published books people are writing where public criticism is expected and encouraged. This is fanfiction written completely unpaid, usually unedited, specifically to share with a very selective fandom space.

There’s a level of vulnerability to all writing, but fanfic writers in particular, I would say most (if not all of us) choose to share our fics online because we trust fandom to be kind.

If people wanna post about their “honest thoughts” of a fic on social media, writers can’t stop them, but, god I hope y’all are being kind.

Hey ship! Thanks for weighing in on this! I appreciate your point about people being afraid to post if they hear negative criticism. Sorry for my delay, it's been a busy week. Yeah I think it's definitely a hard balance. We don't want to discourage people from writing, for sure. Writing is a gift! No one's being paid to write fanfiction.

From what I've heard from other people this week after my question was that it seems like there's a balance in terms of criticism on a specific fic. If you have a pairing that is very common, then if you write vaguely about not liking a pairing/fic it doesn't usually cause stress because it's not clear who's it is and it could be anyone. In general, it sounds like if someone wants to talk about something in a fic that bothers them, it is fine as long as they're not tagging the author/fic-- but generally just don't be a dick about it. Where it sounds like some wrinkles come in is if a pairing doesn't have a lot of fics attached to it. Then if a pairing is mentioned, it's much easier to deduce which fic it is, and then the writers may feel bad and it may seem more like a passive aggressive move. I think where it gets even more hairy is if we're not even talking about fics, we're talking just about pairings. Like I really love discussing the implications of specific pairings because I find it very useful to understand why someone might find it endearing. I'll be hard pressed to ever be pulled from my OTP but sometimes discussing pairings can help me to like a pairing I didn't like before, or just understand where people are coming from. (That's how I feel basically about all conversation, I like listening and learning from people, even if I don't necessarily agree by the end of it, being able to understand other people's perspectives help me to grow as a person, so I do think it's important to talk about things). Again though, where it seems like some of the struggle with that is if you've got a pairing (I'm going to crack ship Jackie and Buttons for this example) that isn't very common, again, it could seem like you're coming off as criticizing a fic when you may just be criticizing a pairing in general. It seems like there's a delicate balance-- because yeah I absolutely never wanna make anyone feel bad about their writing-- and like you said, writers trust that their fellow fans are going to be kind (and I never wanna betray that trust!). If they ask for feedback/ constructive criticism I'm happy to dm about it if it will help, but I don't want to make someone feel bad about their writing in general. We are all just having fun here. It does also seem like there are a lot of different perspectives when it comes to what is allowed feedback wise in fandoms, and so it seems like airing on the side of caution is a good way to go. All that being said-- if anyone ever wants to talk about things and they arent sure if what they say will be hurtful please feel free to dm me! I might be slow to respond depending on my capacity at home at the moment but i"m happy to talk it through. Also-- if I ever commit a faux pax or make someone feel bad please let me know! I never want to make people feel bad (and I try my best not to!), but I understand I'm an imperfect being like the rest of us so feedback is something I appreciate too. We all come from different levels of trauma... experience...neurodiversity, sometimes we won't say the right things from a place of ignorance, and one of the things I've appreciated over the years is when people were kind enough to give me constructive feedback about that. Anyway, thank you so much again for weighing in ship! Hope you're hanging in and have a lovely long weekend coming up! (if you're in the US, idk if the rest of the weekend is getting a day off)

[thegengarprincess]

Haven’t done a round of Jance questions for the shippers so:

1. Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon?

2. Describe their perfect morning.

3. Did someone walked accidentally into their room in London while doing various couple activities (not necessarily thinking about sex ofc)?

4. Do Ollie and Igor like each other? (And how much Igor likes to observe turtles)

Jance my beloved Jeeeeej!! :DD

1.most of the time Nace “human teddy bear” Jordan would probably be the big spoon buttt they switch sometimes (Imagine they just came back from a rlly long band practice N Jan fr crashes onto the bed then Nace sorta plops his head on Jan’s chest while the latter plays with his hair till they both fall asleep 🫠🫠🫠🫠)

2.let’s set the scene :3:the band has a couple days during the tour N they don’t gotta do anything,Jan wakes up 2 the sound of his angels heartbeat N Igor purring beside them,curled up next 2 Ollie staring up at his dads as Nace blinks a bit b4 opening his eyes 2 see their beloved pets snuggled together N his darling looking more ethereal then ever on top of him with only half the blanket covering them anymore,Jan’s never been morning person after all so getting 2 lay in 4 however long he wants cuddling his favourite person N their bbys sounds perfect. 🥰🥰

3.Even long after Joker Out is done N a beloved memory,Bojan will never forget the sounds he heard that time Jan tried 2 give Nace a makeshift tongue piercing.The shortest member had came back from grocery shopping which was one of his chores 4 the day (that Kris being organised as ever,reminded him 2 constantly) when he could hear the faint noise that sounded familiar VERY familiar infact,almost like he’d heard that voice make noises adjacent 2 that once before..N then Bojci realised those voices belonged 2 a certain big brown eyed,turtle owning,Gengar loving bassist N a dark-haired,cat magnet,permanently sleepy guitarist.He knew not even the sleeping arrangements they put in place would stop the couple from doing couple things so very carefully he knocked on the door of what was Nace N Kris’s room only 2 find he was just having alot of umazane mislis when he opened it,the sight of Jan trying 2 get the correct placement of the metal piercing on Nace’s tongue made him flush just from thinking of what his noteworthy bandmates could have been up 2 as he closed the door N rushed 2 his own room,still hearing the duo giggling like schoolgirls from seeing their friend N frontman’s reaction still lingering as he sunk into his mattress,maybe the sounds reminded him of a familiar Finn with a bowlcut N a affinity 4 Bulbasaur yk.

4.It took a few visits N walks in the forest 4 Igor 2 warm up 2 Ollie but the first time Jan found the two snuggled up next 2 eachother by the fireplace he took a f4 ton of photos N sent them 2 the band gc then told Nace 2 come into the living room quickly which made him ALMOST trip N spill the coffee our darling Nacko made 4 him N his boyfriend on their new rug.The black N white cat with a perpetual :3 face spends most of his time observing his other dads turtles when he isn’t cuddling with Jan or chasing Ollie so he stops pestering him 4 awhile,Igor tried 2 sniff them when Nace first brought the turtles over which lead 2 one very pissed off kitty when said turtles bit his nose after doing that.

This ask was so adorable N got me out of the ye old ✨writers block✨ so tysmm Fifi!! ☺️☺️ that is all <3333

[mysupremenesta]

Without Rhys being a daemti Feysand could have NEVER been together because the whole basis of their relationship is that Rhys always knew what Feyre needed which especially contrasts to the relationship between Feyre and Tamlin which broke down because neither could communicate their needs. This led to Tamlin stopping listening to Feyre but at the same time believing she still wanted what she had said she wanted when their relationship was still in a healthy position because Feyre didn’t communicate how she had changed. At the same time Tamlin was so paranoid of the night court that their once healthy relationship became extremely toxic and abusive and neither were compatible with each other. However, I do not think Feyre and Rhys would have ended up together without being daemti (nor do I believe that they would have ended up together without the mating bond) because a part of their relationship was that Rhys always knew what she needed, however Feyre cannot communicate with people. Rhys knows what she needs not because they are similar or even because he listened to Feyre, he knows what she needs because he can literally look inside her head, and I’m not talking about when they actually get together, I’m talking about before Feyre learnt about her magic and things like mental blocks and mind shields. A part of the reason Feyre and Rhysand were drawn to each other and were able to open up to each other was because Rhys knew what to say and what to do to help her. So even though the the idea that Rhys knew what Feyre needed when Tamlin didn’t is essential to the reason Feyre leaves the Spring Court permanently, the more I think about it the more I feel confused because a lot of the foundations of their relationship only work because of things that don’t necessarily make them compatible but are things that Rhys literally knows because he can see inside of her head. I think Feysand would have been much better if Feyre was perhaps the only person who’s mind Rhys could not see meaning they were drawn together and learnt to communicate with each other without Rhys already knowing everything about her.

Edit (because apparently mentioning Tamlin has blinded people):

Feyre couldn’t voice her trauma. She couldn’t communicate her nightmares or her emotions. Rhys could. He literally knew what her trauma was and this is partly because he could see her nightmares and sense her emotions when no one else could. This was because they were daemti. Without being able to see her nightmares which explained her trauma and sense her emotions which showed how she was struggling, I’m wondering if they would have been compatible at all because Feyre struggled to voice her trauma and communicate it, however Rhys could see it all because he was a daemti.

[wendynoire]

Abomination Jail (part 1)

"It's over." Amity laughed as she whispered to Luz.

This was the first time Luz had been the one who was lifted into the air. Luz always got there first, picking Amity up and twirling her. It was a little odd that Luz didn't get their first again, but Amity didn't have much time to think about it before Luz had been taken by Camilla.

Clearly that's where Luz got her habit of twirling Amity from. Camilla made it look easy to pick up Luz.

It was obvious that Eda was unsure of the kind of welcoming she would get from Camilla as she and King held their hands out to greet the woman. It was a fair worry. While they had taken Luz in, cared for her, and protected her while she lived in the Boiling Isles, but they could hardly be called good influences.

"It's crazy to think Luz died, right?" King's voice was loud as silence fell over the room, Luz disappearing from Camilla's arms.

"What?" Camilla asked, blinking rapidly.

"Uh, I probably shouldn't have said anything." King noticed the sudden tenseness in the room.

"Luz Noceda." Camilla turned to the teen who was trying to sneak her way outside.

"Luz, what the hell!?" Amity yelled.

"Oh, uh, hi Mama, Amity... Sweet potato? Batata?" Luz jumped as she was caught taking a step back with each failed attempt to get the two women to calm down.

Seeing that it wasn't working, Luz let out a small, awkward laugh, before running for the door, having to stop when Collector blocked it, hands behind their back.

"What's... Going on?" Collector asked as Luz was enclosed in an abomination shaped like a cage.

The cage had a thick base and legs, which were used to walk the caged Luz back to Camilla and Amity. Inside the cage Luz was sat on an armchair that looked very soft, both the chair and floor sinking a little under her.

"Luz is in trouble because she died." Lilith didn't necessarily agree with placing Luz in abomination jail, but if that was the way to stop her from running away from the conversation then that's what it took.

"Is that something you usually get in trouble for?" Collector walked over to Lilith and giving her Hooty, who had decided to grow eyelashes during his time as a doll.

"It is when you promised to be safe." Camilla looked down at Luz sternly.

"And when you don't even say anything." Amity added, her own glare angry.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to die, but we were explaining the importance of kindness and forgiveness, so he was trying to befriend Belos after he had started taking over the Titan. Then I met King's dad and he brought me back with his power." Luz got off the arm chair and knelt at the edge in front of her mother and awesome girlfriend.

"She did look great as a part Titan." Eda nodded, titan Luz was reminiscent of her own harpy form.

"You were part titan!?" Camilla and Amity demanded of Luz in unison.

"Are you okay? Are there permanent side effects? Are there any non-permanent side effects? Are you in any pain? Is this going to affect anything?" Camilla showered Luz with questions.

"I... Don't know?" Luz shrugged. "If I didn't accept the powers then I wouldn't have been able to defeat Belos and we'd all be dead."

"Sit. Down." Camilla was not someone to be tried when she used that tone.

Luz quietly sat back down in the armchair.

"What did you even look like in Titan form?" Amity crossed her arms, though it was obvious that she was trying to hide her excitement.

"Oh!" Collector raised his hand excitedly. "I can show you! I can make the photos like Luz had of her adventures before!"

With a click of their fingers the Collector was holding many different pictures of Luz in her titan form. Unlike the pictures Luz had, these were 3d models in the 2d picture, allowing the person looking at it to see many different angles.

Amity's face went very pink as she saw the picture, quickly stashing it away to keep forever. How had she managed to get the Luz as a girlfriend?

"Can I see?" Luz asked meekly from inside the cage.

"No, take it as an extra punishment." Camilla said, also putting it away. It was a very good quality, and she knew Luz should eventually see it.

"Aren't we not supposed to force people to do things?" Collector leaned in to Luz, somehow in the cage with her.

"Yeah, but Mama can tell me what to do because she's my mother. Amity can tell me what to do a little because she's my girlfriend." Luz yawned, dying then removing an overly old white guy from the heart of the Titan was tiring.

"So parents don't have to show kindness and forgiveness?" Collector was trying to understand. "And girlfriends need to only sometimes?"

"No, but they're not going to keep me here for long enough to be harmful, and Mama has a duty to look after me, which means she makes some decisions for me." Luz rubbed between her eyes, she was really tired.

"Why is Luz in abomination jail?" Willow peered in to the Owl House, Eda having backed off from the situation with Luz to lie back down with Raine.

"Because she died." Amity was looking angrily at Luz as the Collector left the cage.

"Luz is dead!?" Gus pushed between Willow and Hunter to get in, stopping when he saw Luz in the cage.

"Nope, I am alive. Belos killed me, but King's dad gave me his power and I came back. Almost actually died twice before I came back though." Luz tried to reassure her friends.

"Hold up, kid." Eda got up again, hand on her hip as she too looked down at the teen. "I didn't know about that."

"I don't really understand what happened, just that it did. Look, I'm really tired, can we do this tomorrow?" Luz shook her head.

It was the portal realm that she was in, she was sure of it, she had seen King's dad when they were coming back to the Boiling Isles, and the same floating cubes she used to save Vee and talk to her mum were there. If she was asked to explain how that realm worked, why sometimes she sank and other times there was something solid to stand on she really wouldn't be able to.

"Alright, who's mine? Luz, Hunter, with me." Camilla called for Hunter to come, Luz obviously very limited in her ability to control where she went.

"Do we have a way home?" Luz was the one who had destroyed the original portal, the one they used to go home was falling apart when they used it, and the one they used to get to the Boiling Isles this time was closed.

"I'll make you one!" The Collector gleefully announced, Hunter walking over to Luz. He didn't look great.

"Please don't die." Hunter honestly sounded weak as he asked. "I already lost Flapjack, I don't want to lose you too."

"Hey," Luz grinned, reaching a hand out to take his. "I'm not planning on going anywhere, you're stuck with me."

"We'll be holding you to that." Gus grinned at her.

"When are you planning to let her out?" Willow nudged Amity with her shoulder, pointing to the cage.

"I'll change it tomorrow, but she'll stay in there and let us do everything until she has to go back to class. She died, she's not going to get hurt again any time soon." Amity looked away from Luz, blinking rather intensely.

"She's your girlfriend, you're allowed to cry." Willow moved a little closer. "But you are going to have to let her out alone eventually."

"She died Willow! Let me protect her, at least for a month." Amity furiously wiped away her tears.

"As long as Luz is okay with your protection." Willow walked back over to Hunter.

"Hunter, you lot are exhausted and, respectfully, you look like shit. We're going home, and you're going to sleep." Darius walked into the Owl House like he owned the place. It was obvious he had spent the whole time as a doll as his cloak was still perfect, not having been involved in any battle.

"Who are you?" Camilla looked the witch up and down.

"Camilla, this is Darius. He is, uh, was the head of the abomination coven. Camilla is Luz's mother, we stayed with her in the human realm." Hunter introduced the two with a shaky smile.

"That's nice," Camilla didn't seem to care who Darius was. "Come along Hunter, we're going home. Amity, do you want to come?"

"I'll just drop off Luz, I haven't seen dad, Ed, or Em much." Amity brushed under her eyes as she smiled at Camilla.

"Why would Hunter come with you?" Darius put a hand on Hunter's shoulders.

"Because he's my child now." Camilla pulled Hunter towards her.

"And who decided that?" Darius pulled Hunter back towards him.

"How about we don't play tug of war with Hunter?" Luz called from the cage, Willow gently pulling Hunter out of the grip of the two adults.

"Tell me," Camilla scoffed, "has Hunter ever even been to your house?"

"We all live in the Emperor's castle, so-"

"Oh, you mean the place that's been completely destroyed? Even more reason for him not to stay with you." Camilla grabbed the handle of Collector's door.

"So why aren't you offering your house for anyone else?" Darius asked.

"The others are welcome to come, but they miss their families. Hunter is our family." Camilla opened the door to reveal the inside of the house the teens hung out in while in the human realm.

[jasper-pagan-witch]

what advice do you have for beginners of MTG both in the game itself and for magical/divination purposes?

(it’s okay if they’re the same advice)

please and thanks dear wizard

Overall:

Find a color that suits you mechanically. Each color, at its core, is good at a few things:

WHITE: life gain, damage prevention, vigilance, untapping permanents, combat, protection, enchantments, toughness increase effects, creature tokens, exiling, board wipes

BLUE: card drawing, counterspells, stealing permanents, library destruction, mimicry/copying, shapeshifters/morphology, power reduction, returning permanents to hand ("bouncing"), tapping and untapping permanents, evasion/unblockable/stealth, illusions/nonreality, technology/"artifacts matter", time manipulation, taking extra turns, hexproof

BLACK: discarding, reanimation/digging in your graveyard, evasion, first strike, regeneration, lifelink, sacrifice, life loss, creature destruction, weakness/power and toughness decrease effects, parasitism, removing counters

RED: card draw, combat, direct damage, firebreathing/power increase effects, haste, sacrifice at the end of turn, land and artifact destruction, mana ramping, randomness (such as coin flips)

GREEN: animating artifacts, anti-flying, artifact and enchantment destruction, enchantments, card drawing, creature tokens, fight (not related to combat), land destruction, luring/making things block your attack, mana ramping, playing additionall lands, mana fixing, shroud and hexproof, regeneration, temporary growth/power and toughness increase until end of turn effects, trample, uncounterability, untapping, venom, poison, deathtouch

Any color can do just about anything, but that doesn't mean it's good at it. Generally, when you're first learning, you want to stick to what two overlapping colors are good at.

I recommend taking a browse through the Color and Multicolored pages on the MTG wiki (but using a Breezewiki mirror so that Fandom isn't so damn hard to read) to see what appeals to you most. It'll also let you learn more about different mechanics and keywords. I recommend keeping it simple to begin with.

I also recommend immersing yourself in a pod of MTG players. If you can't access any in person, then feel free to come join us in the Magecraft Discord server! We're willing to help out.

The game itself:

Were this back in the mid-2010s, I'd recommend picking up a 60 card precon deck. Nowadays, all of the precon decks are Commander, which is a very popular format but not necessarily beginner-friendly.

Start learning the vanilla game (60 cards, no more than 4 of the same name except for Basic Lands, etc; we call this "Kitchen Table Magic" and it is not an officially-sanctioned format, but it's how most people play the game) and then get into more specific or different formats from there. If you're just starting out, you don't really need to worry about what cards are banned, but that gets a little more important when you get into formats like Limited, Commander, Pauper, and so on.

NEVER learn the game through the official rulebook. That is objectively the worst way to learn.

Magically:

*opens jaw and my MTG resource post falls out*

*reaches into a hat and pulls out @strixhaven-biblioplex and sets them down in front of you*

*points at literally any resource that talks about using literal cards, such as tarot, oracle, playing, or Clow, in magic and divination*

In short:

There's a lot to learn when you're coming into this game. I'd even argue it's one of the most overcomplicated trading card games out there once you get into the hot mess that is "any creature with more than three lines of rules text".

If all else fails, Murder is a great go-to card.

~Jasper

[midnightpillsnacking]

[Loulou*di S3V2 L 3-8] Hana-Doll 3rd Season THINK OF ME:ARK Translation

Translation below the cut. Google Drive link | Listen to the album on Spotify

Rui: Your fever’s a little high. A whole day’s rest for you seems to be in order.

Toki: But it’s boring.

Rui: Toki-bou.

Toki: Why did this have to happen when we just earned ourselves a special break…

Rui: The environment here is optimal for you to rest both your body and mind. It’s one of the luxuries we are afforded.

Toki: I get it, but still…

Rui: Is there anything you would like?

Toki: Something I’d like?

Rui: I can stop by town and pick it up for you.

Toki: Rui-san, you’re not going to stay here with me?

Rui: Would you rather I be here?

Toki: I mean, being all by myself is kinda…

Rui: Mm.

Toki: … it’s lonely.

Rui: I see.

Toki: Just a little! Just only about this much.

Rui: Then I’ll do my best to finish the task while you’re asleep.

Toki: What if I wake up?

Rui: Have PLANTs contact me. I’ll immediately return.

Toki: Something I want… Can I ask for anything?

Rui: As long as it’s something within my abilities.

Toki: I want… to have something sweet.

Rui: Something sweet? Like what?

Toki: Pudding, cake, and… macaroons, maybe.

Rui: (hums)

Toki: … is that a no?

Rui: I will do my best.

Toki: Yay!

Rui: Ageha, I’ll be out for a while.

Ageha: Out? For what?

Rui: I’m getting some things requested by Toki-bou.

Ageha: How diligent.

Rui: What Louloud*di’s Toki-bou truly needs to make a full recovery is you, Ageha.

Ageha: And here I thought you finally have some feelings like a real person.

Rui: I also have a place I’d like to go to.

Ageha: You? Have a place you want to go?

Rui: I will be back in two to three hours. If anything happens, just contact me–

Ageha: Wait. It just so happens the place I need to be at is rather remote, so I’ll come along with you.

Ageha: An art museum… I couldn’t have guessed at all that this is where you wanted to go.

Rui: You can wait in the car if you’re bored. I don’t mind.

Ageha: Who said I was bored? It’s a nice exhibition. This line map… is a scene?

Rui: So it seems. According to the leaflet, this permanent exhibition has been laid out quite systematically. Most of these pieces were donated by the bereaved families of the artists who passed away while staying in the sanatorium.

Ageha: I see. Anyway, it’s even a stretch to say that artists are creatures sound in both body and mind.

Rui: Don’t you think that’s a little too far a leap of logic?

Ageha: Willfully setting their own engine ablaze to the point of destruction, doing things that contribute nothing to the essence of existence and survival… it’s enough to make one puke. Art is that sort of thing. Every work created a reverent piece of excrement, paraded in grotesque shows called museums… It’s unfair for me to say that about them.

Rui: Unfair?

Ageha: We aren’t the exception. Loulou*di, too, is just a glorified fetish, dancing on top of a chopping block. On top of that, no matter how much you carve a piece of your soul to put into it, it doesn’t necessarily give it any meaning. When you place the value of a work on the majority vote of thousands of self-centered laymen, it becomes impossible to control the audience. On the contrary, if the true intention of the work is communicated fully, it would be considered the pinnacle of foolishness. Ha, perfection? Setting our ambitions with nobility? That’s just nothing more than crap’s worth of ego. Even bearing that in mind, you can’t stop yourself from creating something, from spewing something out. Whether the flower’s there or not makes no difference in the fact that I can’t go on with it with a peace of mind. It’s a sickness imprisoned in my body that I can’t be cured of.

Rui: …

Ageha: Hm?

Rui: No, it’s nothing.

Ageha: You’re not really one for words these days, are you?

Rui: The same can be said about you.

Ageha: Me? What is it?

Rui: The look on your face is different than usual.

Ageha: … I don’t think that’s the case, but my head’s been clear since we’ve been at the dual-use facility. As if a part of mind just left the eye of a typhoon. I’ve been able to remember that there are in fact sounds in silence as well.

Rui: Sounds in silence?

Ageha: For the longest time, there’s been a siren in my head that’s ringing like it will split my skull in half. It’s like a constant premonition, always keeping me on my toes. I’ve been grasping at straws, desperately trying to kill that sound. The fact that the world has an overflowing abundance of sounds… feels like something I forgot about a long time ago.

(Ageha and Rui get back into the car)

Ageha: The change of pace wasn’t a bad idea. Visiting art museums is a good choice of hobby for you.

Rui: Visiting art museums was a suggestion from my doctor.

Ageha: You continue to heed orders without fail… just like the obedient mutt you proclaim yourself to be.

Rui: But I understand that there’s no meaning behind it. I suppose it’s just another one of my attempts at pretending to be human. 

Ageha: Hmm?

Rui: Up until now, not a single exhibit I’ve laid my eyes on have stoked any sort of emotion in me. It’s more like I’ve been imagining myself becoming more disillusioned.

Ageha: The moment you step into the world of the arts, there’s not just one type of scenery that welcomes you. Didn’t I mention it earlier? You can’t control how other people feel about it. You’re not me. It’s clear that our opinions won’t be the same.

Rui: I see.

Ageha: Besides, it’s not like I want to talk your ear off about it. 

Rui: I guess you’re right.

(An interface lights up)

Rui: Continue the route. Arrange for a pick-up at a shop that sells western-style desserts.

(Interface sounds off as it processes the task)

Ageha: Western-style desserts?

Rui: Is it alright if we make a few detours?

Ageha: Do whatever you like. …Hm? (rolls down the window) Looks like a shower is going to come down.

(The car pulls to a stop)

Rui: Get indoors first. I’ll get the car to the garage.

Ageha: Wait. That person…

Rui: Hm?

Setsuna: You’re finally back. Rui. And Ageha, too.

Ageha: Yashiro Setsuna?

Setsuna: I have an umbrella. Coming in?

Rui: It’s been a while.

Setsuna: Has it?

Rui: I wonder when was the last time I saw you.

Setsuna: I forgot. Nobody else is here?

Rui: Just the members.

Setsuna: Hmm…

Rui: Do you have business with us?

Setsuna: It’s not business. I heard you all are here, so I wanted to see you.

Rui: In the first place, why all the way here?

Setsuna: Maintenance. But not in this building. Somewhere further away.

Rui: Do you come often?

Setsuna: About once every three months.

Rui: I had no idea. What about the other Anthos* members?

Setsuna: I don’t think everyone’s been here before. Are you curious about Anthos*?

Rui: Not really. But Ageha is, a little.

Setsuna: Really. Can’t blame him. Ageha always talks to me about Anthos*. About Mahiro.

Rui: Have you been in contact with Ageha?

Setsuna: Just a bit. Anyway…

Rui: Hm?

Setsuna: Isn’t Loulou*di going to die soon?

Rui: Why ask?

Setsuna: Aren’t you all here because of that?

Rui: The dual-use facility is a place to recuperate. We completed our tour live and are having a vacation here. All of us are in prime condition because of it.

Setsuna: Hmm…

(Ageha enters the room)

Ageha: Huh. He’s still here.

Setsuna: Ageha?

Ageha: Get out. 

Setsuna: Okay.

Ageha: But before that, how are they? Anthos*, I mean.

Setsuna: What do you mean ‘how’?

Ageha: I remember asking you to report their status to me in detail.

Setsuna: They’ve been the same. Normal.

Ageha: Well, I suppose there’s been no major developments.

Setsuna: Ah, but…

Ageha: Hm?

Setsuna: It’s been decided that we’ll be going to Dream Drama Festa.

Ageha: When… was that decided?

Setsuna: Just recently. That’s why I’ve been coming here more frequently. For maintenance.

Ageha: Rui.

Rui: I’ve heard no news about this.

Setsuna: And Mahiro will be acting in a drama.

Ageha: Was he selected by name?

Setsuna: I don’t know the details.

Ageha: Anything else?

Setsuna: Ageha. Are you worried?

Ageha: Mm?

Setsuna: Are you worried? Because of Mahiro?

Ageha: That’s foolish.

Setsuna: But Ageha asked me Mahiro that time, too.

Ageha: That was…

Setsuna: I was told that being really concerned without reason is a gateway to love. But you don’t have to worry. After all, I’m by Mahiro’s side–

Ageha: (splashes liquid on Setsuna from a cup)

Setsuna: … It’s hot.

Ageha: You just need to answer my questions.

Rui: Ageha!

Setsuna: I promised Ageha that I’ll talk about everything I’ve seen and heard from Anthos*.

Ageha: Correct.

Setsuna: But I didn’t promise anything else.

Ageha: Aren’t you a talkative one today?

Setsuna: I talked about Anthos* going to Dream Drama Festival and Mahiro acting in a drama. I kept my promise with Ageha. So, why? Why did Ageha throw his tea at me?

Ageha: I’m unimpressed. I don’t remember asking you to take pity on me.

Setsuna: That wasn’t my intention. But I didn’t say that I was.

Ageha: Full of backtalk today, aren’t we?

Setsuna: Besides, my relationship with Mahiro is always on my mind. I love Mahiro.

Ageha: … What did you say?

Setsuna: I’m… surely in love with Mahiro. I wanted you to smile and be happy for me. I don’t want you to look like you’re hurting.

Ageha: Rui. Throw this cretin out. Now. 

Rui: Understood.

Ageha: You can stay as Yuuki Mahiro’s precious pup for all I care, Yashiro Setsuna. Bear in mind that the enemy is not always lying in wait outside.

Setsuna: What do you mean?

Ageha: Who knows? I don’t feel like explaining it to you, and I don’t remember promising you that I’ll do so.

Setsuna: (in the distance) Ageha?

Ageha: Are all those without units this vague and ambiguous…? I can’t get a clear grasp of it.[1] However… The summit for idols is an existence high above where many that is impure and beyond reason lie… isn’t that right, President Amagiri?

Translator’s Notes:

This line is translated inaccurately as I wasn’t able to make out the dialogue here.

[the-omnipotent-phlowr]

Younger Child

Summary: you’ve been searching for years, twenty fingers and a person powerful enough to host the curse they unlock. a curse so horrible that even the jujutsu society would much rather destroy it’s cursed objects than attempt to find a person to host them all to eliminate it permanently. but that isn’t what you want, is it? well, let’s see what you do instead.

before you read this,, all inspiration goes to @XxIllusionGhostxX on wattpad, for their story Cursed Objects – thank you so much for the permission to tell this story in my own way, paradox!

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

“Please come in, Mx (L/N).”

Stepping into class 1-3, I surveyed the new group of people I needed to tolerate, scanning over the students and looking for any familiar faces. I locked eyes with a black-haired girl sitting next to the window. Her hair fell past her shoulders, with uneven strands straying from the rest of her hair. The student seemed to shrink in my gaze, quickly making herself busy with the sketchbook in front of her. 

“You can introduce yourself to the class, Mx (L/N),” the teacher brought my attention back to the rest of the class. I smiled at no one in particular, straightening my posture slightly and edging closer to the middle of the classroom. 

“My name is (L/N) (Y/N), but I also go by Kuma; to clear up future confusion.”

A brown-haired boy in the back row interrupted me. “Kuma, as in bear?” 

I studied him for a second, his chipper appearance intriguing me. “No,” I chuckled, “As in Akuma.”

The silence in the class was louder than it was before.

“Oh.”

He didn’t say anything else, so I continued.

“I’m originally from Sapporo, but I moved here due to family reasons,” I explained, “I hope we can all have a great school life together!”

The class teacher, Miss Hoshino, directed me to sit in the spare seat behind Kanno, a boy with bright red glasses. I slipped my school bag off my shoulder and shifted to the desk. Looking at the classmates surrounding me, I noticed the girl I had stared at earlier. I offered her a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, then unpacked my stationery.

-

The thick stack of papers, stuffed into my hands as I left the classroom, looked no less daunting no matter how I stared at it. I sat on a lonely bench at the back of the school building, staring at the class materials in one pile and the club forms in another. 

The school was quiet back here, it was the end of the day, but most students were still at school, all participating in some after-school activity. The grass was less cared for than it was in the front of the building, but I just blamed that on its close range to the forest.

The forest was thick, wild even. Even though so many humans passed by it with their oppressive modern auras, it still stood strong; flora keeping the fauna safe. Looking around at the rest of this hidden area, I noticed an instrument shed, surprising for a rural high school such as this one. Though, something felt wrong with the shed. The air around it seemed to ripple, and its lock looked as if it were trying to unclasp itself. 

The instrument shed radiated cursed energy; not enough to interest any run-of-the-mill curse or regular sorcerer, but still enough that I could notice it, which wasn’t necessarily a great feat. 

My sensitivity to cursed energy traced back to my earliest memories: I could always notice the slightest anomaly in the atmosphere. As a toddler, I’d shiver at the feeling of a curse several blocks away from me, and as I grew older, I was used to sniff out curses like a police dog for cocaine. Now, seeing a curse was as regular as seeing a bird flying about or a dog roaming the streets. 

I stood up, put aside my problems, and approached the shed. I reached for the lock and studied the keyhole: I needed to break it somehow. I looked around and snagged the first sizeable rock I found. Grasping the rock in my right hand and raising my left, I cracked the lock right open.

“Whatcha doin’?”

I dropped the stone and shifted in front of the lock, turning to face whoever was behind me.

I faced the brunette from earlier. 

“Nothing that interests you,” I chided. The boy seemed to physically retort at my words. It was annoying. “Sorry. That was rude.”

“N-No worries!” he assured, “But anyway, I wanted to ask you if you’d like to join my club. We’re kinda low on members, and I’d hoped you’d  like to check us out!”

I considered him for a moment. If I joined his club, I would have one problem off my back already, but at the same time, I’d have less time to search for the cursed object.

“It’s the Occult Club, by the way.” 

Or not. 

“Let’s go, then.” I walked to the bench and gathered my things. The brunette stood stunned for a moment but quickly followed after me when I started for the door. 

He caught up to me and offered a warm grin, “The name’s Itadori Yuji, by the way.”

“It’s a pleasure, Itadori,” I started, “Oh– and one other thing. I have no idea where your club room is.”

“Follow me this way.”

-

Walking into the club room, I was greeted by two new faces. A short-haired girl sat on a folding chair, her back to a cabinet; she peered up at Itadori and me through her thin glasses. There was another student seated on the opposing side of his counterpart. I surveyed the room. The table the pair were sitting at was actually two school desks jammed against each other, and there was an empty chair pulled up to it, probably meant for my escort. 

“Sasaki, Iguchi!” Itadori shut the door behind us, starting towards the desk. “I brought a new member!”

The girl, Sasaki, gaped at me as if she didn’t believe I was there; then she stood and bowed lower than I’d seen someone go since I was a toddler. Iguchi was quick to follow.

“Thank you for joining our club! We haven’t had a new member since Yuji’s first day in the school.”

“It’s fine, really. I needed to join a club, and I’m pretty into the occult myself. None of the other clubs interested me, really,” I lied. I didn’t even browse the stack of club forms I was given; I thought it a waste of time. I smiled, anyway, as Iguchi found me another folding chair, and Itadori found his seat. I had my back to the window and a perfect view of the door; I’d preferred to face the outside, but I held my tongue. 

“Well, since we’re all here. Let’s begin,” Sasaki started, “I found an old Kokkuri-san board in an antique store when I went to Sendai yesterday.”

“You went to Sendai yesterday?” Iguchi half-asked half-stated. 

“We’ll talk later,” 

-

“Kokkuri-san, Kokkuri-san. Please tell us the animal that the Student Council President can’t beat in a fight.”

The coin was dragged from one hiragana to another, finally spelling out ‘neolic’. 

The group burst out laughing, giving me a bit of a headache in the process. I could see the curse hovering over us, dragging the chip from letter to letter, but its cursed energy was that of a happy dog: not much. All the activities we participated in so far were juvenile; if this was all the club was, I might’ve made a mistake.

“Hey, Sasaki–”

“OCCULT CLUB!”

The door crashed open, and a male student stood in the doorway. I noticed the red band on his arm and deduced him to be the Student Council President. My peers’ attention was pulled to him. 

He started talking about an athletics club storage room, and the two other boys gathered around Sasaki’s chair, refuting with a story about a spirit on the rugby field. I saw the rugby field’s curse earlier today, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I tuned in again when the president mentioned the club’s lack of members. Everyone’s gaze fell on me. 

“I didn’t get the opportunity to turn in a club form yet, sorry,” I spoke.

“AND I SIGNED ITADORI UP FOR THE MALE ATHLETICS CLUB!”

I sighed; my headache was getting worse.

- 

After the club-member ordeal, Iguchi and I re-entered the club room, gathering our belongings. I picked up my school bag and stuffed the other club papers into the bin; I wouldn’t be needing those anymore. 

“Um, (L/N).” Iguchi lugged a heavy box off the ground of the club room.

“Yes?”

“Sasaki, Yuji and I are gonna stay back today for a club activity,” he said, “I wanted to know if you’d like to come, we’re supposed to be unwrapping some sort of ancient relic that Yuji found yesterday.”

Relic?

“Oh, sure!” 

Whatever this ‘“relic” is, being at school tonight will give me the chance to finally get another finger. 

I slipped my satchel bag off my shoulder and pulled out my phone, opening the memo app. I spoke again, “What time do we meet for?”

“Six forty-five.” 

Tapping it in, I re-zip my bag and hold it once more. Iguchi starts for the door and I follow him close behind, glancing once more at the club room’s window. 

Then I sensed a conduit of cursed energy. 

A black-haired boy walked under the window.

The sorcerers were here.