#perhaps i'll regain my god title

[somekindofsentience]

katya and dmitry (my beloveds), or discussing mutation motifs in texts from a biological and psychological standpoint

CONTENT WARNING: DISCUSSIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS AND HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION.

READING-THIS WARNING: I MISINTERPRET STUFF A LOT, THIS IS PURELY MY INTERPRETATION OF THE SERIES. SORRY IF I'M WRONG. :(

When I first watched through Parties are for Losers and its respective songs, my brain was already whirring. Come on. I'm a Vocaloid nerd, obviously I have to look into it, and I know something is up, which means the analysis brain begins. I really enjoyed the Evillous Chronicles, and it seemed as though this was similar. Unlike it, this was actually in English (being set in Russia), and the narrative felt inherently more understandable, although that may just be because it's only 13 songs, compared to Evillous' 82.

AND it covers topics of biology and its affects on psychology. it's perfect. why have i never heard of this before??!?!?!?

There's a lot of aspects to explore within PafL, but I want to specifically focus on Katya (KT) and Dmitry, and their mutations, taking a biological and social approach to their current mental state. I will refer to Katya by her full "name" because it feels a little more humanising, and our baby girl deserves that.

Human experimentation/mutation is a fascinating topic to explore, because it questions the essence of humanity itself - how could you do that to another human being, a child, no less? End and Save is one of my favourite webtoon comics because of this. The abilities that these children gain typically have significant disadvantages, due to the inherently unethical nature of the creation. In some ways, the mutation itself explores corruption.

Biologically, genetic mutations are a natural occurrence, resultant from selection. We are nowhere near the current level needed to cause significant mutation like that of Katya and Dmitry's, and despite what most people think, there's actually no real intention to head in that direction. Therapeutic gene editing (LITERALLY MY SPECIALISED INTEREST. LIKE I WANT TO GO INTO THIS IN THE FUTURE. THIS IS PERFECT.) strays away from eugenics, and focuses on curing genetic disease. It's a fascinating topic of research, and one I hold dear to me. CRISPR my beloved

Katya's mutant ability is directly related to stress. It causes the extensive growth of tissue when she's in a stressful situation, and she has limited control over the flesh. This then has to be cut off, leaving serious wounds to heal on her skin.

art by Ferry

Taking this biologically, it would have to be mutation related to extreme cell division in tissue - in more simple terms, it's not unlike cancer, where a cell does not consider the required markers for division, and instead rapidly divides. Katya's seems far more controlled than cancer, sticking only to particular sites, and also significantly more extreme. Considering the stress required, it may actually be related to an influx of hormonal changes during stress sequences.

As a result of this, Katya is hypersensitive to the emotion of others and can tolerate a high amount of stress, with inherent optimism. She's relatively simple, and tries her best not to let her abilities weigh her down. In the end, she resigns herself to undeserving of true kindness, suggesting she has some well-hidden low self-esteem.

Dmitry's mutant ability seems more controllable, and therefore powerful, than Katya's. He has the ability to pick up anything, with vague limitations on weight, provided he knows specific location and it is within a 15 metre radius.

art by Ferry

Telekinesis from a biological standpoint? I'm not opening that can of worms. I'm not even gonna try. Make it up yourself. I'm pretty sure A Certain Scientific Railgun couldn't even really explain Kuroko's powers, and I'm one small scrawny rat.

Dmitry suffers severe physical consequences as a result of this ability, even using it regularly - severe headaches, loss of consciousness, and dizziness, which can been seen when he attempts to save Anya. Dmitry is significantly more cautious of the outside world than Katya is, and he's somewhat more hostile, threatening Yura and Sanya when he is blackmailed. However, he's practical, likely from the skills taught to him through use of telekinesis.

Dmitry and Katya were set out to have a negative relationship, due to the power dynamics between the two of them making them inherently different people. Dmitry was used for several years as an "assistant" to test Katya's abilities, and seems to hold a grudge with her over that. They have differing opinions on the outside world, particularly due to the way Dmitry's inhumanity was repeated to him often, as the lab researchers began to fear his power. He's not so pessimistic that he acts as contrast to Katya, but the clashing elements still causes them to go their separate ways in KT's Guide.

I couldn't find any specific links between the use of GUMI as KT and Fukase as Dmitry, but I'm sure there is some when considering the different Vocaloids used as a whole. I just wish I could understand what it was, but I don't quite know enough about Vocaloid as a whole for that. Alternatively, it could just be because of gender and the fact that both sound good with the style of the song.

song i wrote this listening to (after PafL, of course): sleep thru ur alarms by Lontalius

it's been a rough night, okay? i needed this as a distraction.

thanks so much to powercoreact for the suggestion! i genuinely really enjoyed this, and you hit my secret hidden love for vocaloid right in the feels. can you believe i watched this like an hour ago??? i feel like i've known it for years.

[tavyliasin]

BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 6

Technically it's past midnight my time but you'll forgive me for being late won't you? I'd say I'll make it worth your while, but I know what I just wrote~ Smut below the cut and CW for really bad sex, the worst most awkward sex, but trust me there's a reason.

Day 6 - Tav/Durge Spends the Night with the Drow Twins

Tav was…curious. She had found plenty of partners across Faerun so far, and indulged in many a delightful encounter. From her most beloved elves who held her heart in their hands as surely as her body, to a devil and his incubus, even a mindflayer - visiting a drow in a brothel seemed almost scandalously plain. And that’s exactly what was interesting about it now.

The madam had offered some generous discounts, and although she had almost brought Halsin and Astarion with her, the former had made time for a quiet chat. His concern for that latter not unfounded. Astarion might be slowly healing, becoming more confident and reclaiming pleasure for himself, but he was not ready for an orgy with the drow. The courage of his words were a poor match for the reality of his heart.

And so Tav strolled into the lounge alone. “A new face! Looking for another chapter of dirty lore for your autobiography?” Sorn’s greeting was dripping with seduction, but it only brought a laugh bubbling up from Tav. “Has something entertained you, dear?” 

“Have you read it?” She managed, through another burst of giggles. 

“Read what?” His eyebrow raised further, somewhere between annoyed and perplexed. 

“My autobiography - well it’s more like a diary, really, but Volo wants me to publish it later.” She pulled it from her bag. “Here, take a look - I’d love to hear what an expert makes of my little adventures.” 

“Well if it’s an expert you want, you have certainly come to the right place.” The drow smiled, the expression soon dropping to one of bewildered amazement as he thumbed through the pages. Each was filled with neat handwriting, detailing the rather explicit encounters Tav had found across the Sword Coast so far. “Good gods, that title was no joke - this really is a “Guide to Fucking Across Faerun” alright. A vampire, a cambion - no, wait, two cambions, a mindflayer… You…you had sex with an incubus and lived?!”

Tav wasn’t sure if he was horrified, impressed, jealous, or some blend of all three, but she couldn’t help but smirk as she took the book back from his hands. “I can introduce you to them, if you like, but they might be a little much even for you.” 

“Well, dear,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain a little of his composure and reputation, “I am usually sought out for being the more adventurous choice here. My sister is unfortunately preoccupied this afternoon, but I assure you my Menzoberranzan Love Trick is not to be missed. Come hither, I have a room upstairs. Perhaps when you are satisfied, I might be permitted to read a few more of those saucy details~” 

“We’ll see.” She smiled, handing over the coin without another word and following his subtly swaying hips up the stairs to the private room.

—

Once inside, she beckoned the drow close, whispering directly into his pointed ear with a voice dripping with sarcastic lust. “Let’s have the most boring sex imaginable.” 

He stepped back, a slight blush rising in blue-grey cheeks, red eyes sparkling with renewed interest. “Oh, you are sinful…it isn’t often I’m surprised by a request.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to bore you with something mundane like BDSM or an orgy.”

“Perish the thought, this will be interesting…” He moved closer, at first beginning to touch her with experienced hands that knew all the right places until he caught her eye and remembered - it would take effort to be bad at something he was clearly an expert in. 

Tav moved her head the wrong way three times as they attempted to kiss, finally meeting with a clash of teeth and the most horrifyingly slobbery tangling of tongues that she could imagine. Sorn’s hands grasped clumsily at the fastenings of her outfit, tugging in the wrong directions even as they continued to awkwardly mash their faces together.

“Oh my dear, I adore how your breasts bounce so boobily when I toy with them~” He crooned, mashing his palms against her chest with all the grace and finesse of an ogre attempting fine embroidery. “Yes, I can tell how much you love it, kitten, you are so very bad.” 

Tav gave as good as she got, faking the most ridiculous moans she could muster, clumsily stumbling back towards the bed as his tongue caressed her neck like an over-excited dog finding its favourite toy. “Yes, just like that, lay me down so I can stare up at you blankly and refuse to move a muscle.” She did at least shuffle off her clothes for him before laying down.

He followed suit, hovering over her before making a mess of her chest with his mouth this time, his hands pressing her legs apart with clumsy haste until he could plunge a single finger inside. All idea of technique was nowhere to be seen, one digit thrusting with only speed as the goal. “Oh you like that, don’t you, kitten? You like how fast I can go, are you going to call out my name for me?” 

“Yes!” She cried, in an exaggerated show of complete fake pleasure. “More, harder, go on!” 

He continued a while, until Tav’s chest was cold and damp from saliva. It wasn’t particularly pleasurable for her, but seeing the drow fully indulge and enjoying himself was a satisfaction of its own. If she were honest, she didn’t have a great lust that needed sating tonight. It was simply nice to have the promise of a quiet bed to rest in when they were done, an interesting story to tell, and hopefully some actually fascinating conversations once the curtains closed on this little act. 

Still, by the time he positioned himself above her, entering with at least a little warmed oil to make up for the lack of arousal, there was a base feeling of pleasure from being filled. His now quiet voice above her, still in the performance of an amateur refusing to voice any hint of enjoyment from the act, was gratifying in its own way. 

She could feel, through the plain thrusts that lacked proper rhythm, bodies awkwardly colliding like the first time she had fumbled with an inexperienced lover, that he was genuinely in the heat of the moment. Given his profession, and his rather bold claims, this really did seem to be the most devious and sinful sex he could’ve imagined. 

It didn’t even last long, as Sorn suddenly and quietly announced his end, allowing her just a bare moment to put on the same overt and dramatic fake panting and wailing. As soon as he was finished, he lay down beside her, pale hair a mess on the pillow behind him.

“That was…incredible.” He smiled, a genuine expression now rather than the charm he put on in the bar for the clients. “I would almost suggest that I roll over and sleep loudly for the rest of the night, but truth be told that would be doing you a disservice. Come, let me at least thank you properly over in the bath, then we can talk more about your adventures and this incubus friend of yours.” Tav grinned, standing to follow him across the room. “Haarlep? Oh I think you’re going to get along perfectly. You see, there’s this deal they can offer you…”