#please don't be rude or give me shit for some of these choices - they were picked for a reason!

[2bu]

Who's Getting the Aux?! (Sillay OC Poll)

In case you have trouble viewing titles or don't know these albums:

Pacifica - Sayonara Wild Hearts, SAWAYAMA, Desire, I Want to Turn Into You, ARDIPITHECUS, Singles

Cupid - Future Nostalgia, E·MO·TION, OIL OF EVERY PEARL'S UN-INSIDES, Dreaming of You, Fever

Electra - Pony, Life Itself, Electra Heart, Arrival, Born to Die [Paradise Edition]

Jess - I Disagree, Final Girl [Single], La Roux, She / Her / Black Bitch, stranger danger! [Single]

Sunshine - Nightmare Vacation, Odd One Out, Whack World, Walking With Strangers, Under Construction

Wick - Mexico [Single], Baby Gravy 2, Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial, tobi lou and the Loop, 1000 gecs

[therealcodfather]

Angry rant alert

I am so fucking tired of people drawing/writing Scar with no wheelchair.

If you're an artist, you got this far with drawing you can fucking learn how to draw one. It's not 'too hard' it's your own ignorance. I don't care if it's 'not canon' stop being a pussy and using that as an excuse and just say you don't wanna draw/write your sexy Scar that you drool over in a wheelchair because you think wheelchairs are unattractive. It's not a good look for you. If you're not doing it on purpose and it's subconscious you can unlearn ableism, I hope this is a wake up call.

I'm a wheelchair user and we already get no representation as it is. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to see like 90% of the fandom fucking ignore his wheelchair for the sake of not being bothered to learn how to draw it OR because they think it's unattractive?

Try and come up with an excuse, tell me why you think you don't have to draw/write him in a wheelchair. Yeah? You thought of one? What shitty excuse is it? Maybe it's because you're 'not talented enough' you can learn. Is it because you don't wanna be offensive and mess Something up? It's more offensive to ignore his disability. Is it because it 'wouldn't work in the fanfic/drawing' yeah well guess what? Wheelchair users have to go through that shit in real life. There is ALWAYS a way to make it work because WE have to. We have no choice. If your excuse is 'well I don't want to so I don't have to' you're openly admitting you're abelist. Maybe you're thinking 'oh well I'm not rude to disabled people' if you didn't dislike them or think disabilities are ugly tell me WHY you don't want to draw/write it then.

End of rant. Cosplayers are exempt from this, don't buy a wheelchair JUST to Cosplay. If you wanna still be mindful of his disability you could always do cosplay photos/videos sitting down, or you could make a model cane instead (which obviously isn't as good as a wheelchair and you shouldn't do that in your drawing/writing however if you're a cosplayer it shows you're still being mindful of it and not erasing it completely)

Edit because somebody is ALREADY being stupid: I don't fucking care if cc Scar said it's okay to not draw his Character in a wheelchair. Tell me why YOU don't want to. Tell me why YOU feel relief that he's said that. I wanna hear it.

As my wonderful Boyfriend said, it doesn't matter if you HAVE to draw it. Why don't you WANT to.

Edit 2: Hopefully last edit. I've been told that apparently some people were harassed for drawing Scar in a wheelchair 'wrong' and I want to say, fuck those people for giving people a hard time. As a disabled guy I would much rather people draw wheelchairs 'wrong' than not at all. Drawing them is hard! I literally use a wheelchair and I can barely draw them! Please don't let those awful people offput you from drawing a wheelchair. If you do it and post it and people get mean about it genuinely tag me and I will take care of it. I really do feel for people who don't do it out of fear, and for you this post is irrelevant. If you're too scared because of the harassment you or someone you know has faced, please try and get over that fear but that is an actually genuinely valid reason. I really do encourage you to draw him in a wheelchair though.

[didyoulookforme]

pov: matty taking care of you after a night of too much drinking

mostly fluffy thoughts but with some slight smutty mentions.

this was something i tried to write months before i started this blog just to see if i could do it. that's when i quickly found out writing full fics is not my thing, lol. nothing special, just a stream of consciousness ramble really.

warning: smutty thoughts if you squint, alcohol. grammatical errors, typos.

masterlist here

“c'mon, it's time to go home, love.” there’s this ungodly pounding inside your head, a confirmation that, yes, one too many pints were consumed this… evening? night? hard to tell, really. you have no idea what time it is or where you’re right now—all that registers is the warm feeling of his arm on your waist, leading you toward the exit of whatever this place might be.

the cold air bites your skin as soon as the door opens. wearing a short dress feels like a silly choice now, but he said you looked beautiful so that makes it all right of course. you lean into him as he drapes his coat around your shoulders, the same leather garment he's let you wear countless times before because he knows you love it so.

“okay, your flat's just a few blocks away. let's walk, get some fresh air. it will do you good.” his lips brush the top of your head before you both start to slowly stumble alongside the dimly lit streets of london. “i like it when you kiss me, matty.” he leans down to plant a soft peck on your cheek and for a fleeting moment it makes you wonder if maybe he feels the same way. just maybe.

walking never felt so difficult. perhaps it was when you were a child, but obviously you have no recollection. his arm around your shoulders continues to guide you as you just focus on placing one foot in front of the other until you reach your destination. it was a fast trek but you don't mind. in fact, you are thankful for it.

“don't think i’ve ever had this much trouble openin’ a fuckin’ door.” none of the keys seem to work, ugh. he chuckles behind you (rude) and grabs them from your shaky hands, unlocking and swinging the door open with ease (show off). you try to walk on your own, but it doesn't quite go as planned as you stumble on the mat right behind the entrance.

"shit, are you alri—“ you cannot help but quietly laugh at yourself and the embarrassing situation you're in, and it catches you by surprise when he picks you up, one arm under your knees and the other one around your waist. he gently places you on the green couch so you're finally sitting down, your drunk mind spinning as you gaze at the boy kneeled down in front of you, working on getting the patent heels off your feet.

“m’sorry you have to see me like this.” for a split second you wonder how it happened, how did you get to this state, but quickly realize that’s too much thinking for your clouded mind to process. you’ll figure it out later. it’s not often you get flat out drunk, especially outside the confine of the four off-white walls you call home. you prefer to drink in your flat as you don't like the thought of making a fool out of yourself in front of others. much like right now. oh well. it probably won't be the last time.

with your shoes off now (thank you, matthew), you slowly stand up and somehow manage walk over to your bedroom successfully without tripping over your feet. you sit down on the floor, facing your full length mirror as you take your earrings off and try to undress. “matty?” you attempt to reach the zipper on the back of your black dress, but your limbs just can't seem to bend far enough “please help me take this bloody thing off!” you give up after a few seconds and get distracted by the red marks on your knees from where you fell just a few minutes ago.

“hold on, darling."

you lazily stare back at yourself in the mirror as matty walks through the room to set a glass of water on the bedside table. he takes a few steps and kneels behind you, fumbling his fingers to undo the pesky zipper. it's maybe the alcohol in your system or some wishful thinking, but you seem to notice a blush on his cheeks when he realizes you aren't wearing a bra as the straps of your dress fall to the sides. for a moment you catch his eyes gazing at your reflection, making you smile as a warmth, familiar sensation in your navel continues to grow.

a smile of his own tugs at the corner of his lips when he holds your elbows to raise you up on your feet, your silk dress sliding and pooling at your ankles in the process. he turns you around so your eyes finally meet, big brown loving eyes looking straight at you.

your head finds his chest, you can hear his gentle heartbeat, a soft repeating thud that you never grow tired of. "i think i could jus' fall 'sleep right here..."

“unfortunately, i don’t think that’s really going to work here, love. c'mon, get your arms up so i can put this shirt on.” you obey by raising your flimsy limbs up to the best of your ability while matty attempts to get the fabric on you. it takes a few tries, but he manages.

you now find yourself dressed in nothing but your shirt and underwear. you watch as he pulls the covers off the bed, getting your spot ready. once it’s set, he grabs your hand and slowly brings you over.

“please stay.” it wasn’t much of a question as much as it was a plea for him to keep you company.

he doesn’t argue with you, he knows better than that. he nods. “i'll just be on the sofa in the other room but let me know if you need anythi—" you shake your head. "this bed is big enough for you, too." you lazily pat the extra pillow besides your head. you get scared as he doesn't say much, but you breathe again once he starts to walk over in your direction, lifting the covers and making himself at home next to you. he doesn't bother getting undressed, but maybe that's best for your (and his own) sake.

you rest your head on his chest, letting your body melt into his as your lids grow heavy from the mix of alcohol and exhaustion. “thank you for keeping me safe, matty.” you feel as he brings you slightly closer, one hand running through your hair while the other grabs on to your shoulder, his lips softly planting a kiss on your forehead. “always, darling.”

[lady-hammerlock]

I've been having thoughts about Mouthwashing (as tends to happen once you've played or watched it) specifically about the third act (so please stop reading if you want to avoid spoilers.

Even more specifically about Jimmy's guilt and the way it's portrayed, and how the game deals with and depicts his relationship with the rest of the crew and his attempts to find redemption. The writing is so tight and well done in this game that it's only on reflecting on it after two watches that I can really appreciate everything this game did.

This rant can also be summed up as 'Why Jimmy can't fix shit.'

So we all know Jimmy has this whole 'I can fix it' attitude to his fuck ups. He doesn't actually fix anything though, not really, even in the early game. Not in the long run. The game sort of tricks you into thinking you're helping and accomplishing things because you're switching between being Jimmy and being Curly. But anything that is actually helpful in the long run is being done by pre-crash Curly.

Making the cake, getting the axe, saving Daisuke, doing the psych eval with Jimmy, comforting Anya - all Curly.

Even when he's completing seemingly helpful tasks Jimmy's efforts get them nowhere. Jimmy does get the cargo open, which gives them the mouthwash, which ultimately doesn't help anything. He also gives Curly the painkillers a couple of times, but an argument could be made as to whether even keeping Curly alive at that point is the right thing to do. There's definitely a potential metaphor in there with the forced auto-cannibalism, that Jimmy is only able to keep Curly alive by sacrificing parts of Curly in the process (like his autonomy and dignity as well as eventually his flesh).

But yeah. He's FIXING things. Like when he got that extra medicine, which ultimately allowed him to er... (checks notes) knock out and almost kill one crew member, start a chain of events which directly results in the death of a second crew member and allows a third crew member to commit suicide.

Speaking of Anya's suicide, I have been wondering whether she had already committed to it when she locked herself in that room, or whether Jimmy's yelling pushed her over the edge. The fact that the gun is already kind of out makes me think there was a lot going through her mind in that moment that we never got the chance to fully understand.

Because here's the thing about Anya and the way the game portrays her that I find so fascinating, and I have only really been able to appreciate upon reflection. There's a lot about her that we don't get to see.

I think I've already seen a couple of posts floating around that talk about how Jimmy is essentially dismissive of Anya and rude to her, but the game goes even further than that. We see, in graphic, gorey detail, the results of Jimmy's mistakes when it comes to his male crew mates. The game lingers on the tragedy and pain of Curly, who Jimmy is most concerned about, but the game doesn't even openly acknowledge what happened to Anya. There are hints and whispers, and if you join the dots, the fact that Jimmy raped her becomes pretty obvious, but it's never directly acknowledged, and I think that was a deliberate choice on the part of the creators, not because they were squeamish about that concept over all the others this game portrays, but because it is the one mistake that Jimmy made that he refuses to acknowledge himself, even mentally.

Even in the later part of the game, where Jimmy is plagued by guilt and looking for some form of redemption, it's the one act of his that he refuses to face. We see him accept responsibility for what happened to Curly, and to Daisuke and Swansea to some extent. When fighting Swansea the trick is to turn around and face what he's done. He walks towards axes as a motif. He looks directly at Swansea when he kills/remembers killing him (however you want to interpret that scene.) There's a memorial for Daisuke in the Swansea fight too, some part of Jimmy acknowledging that his role in Daisuke's death might be why Swansea wants him dead, but never any acknowledgement that what he did to Anya (which Swansea is confirmed to know about at this point) might also play a part in Swansea's anger.

In contrast, when the game asks him to Take Responsibility, the answer is to back away and not turn around to face what he's done. When confronted with that monster thing that symbolizes Anya's (and his) baby, your best bet is to avoid it and not look at it or examine it too closely. When travelling through the hallway with the ID cards, Anya's face is always covered by other cards. Even when he is learning to face what he's done, Jimmy fails to acknowledge or examine what he did to Anya, let alone 'fix it' or 'take responsibility', to the point that the game itself refuses to focus on it for too long.

And when, in the end, he does decide to face what he's done and take responsibility, he does it in the completely wrong way. Like at every other point during the game, his focus is on fixing what he accidentally did to Curly, rather than taking responsibility for what he did to Anya, and not wanting to take responsibility for what he did to Anya (when the ship docked and he maybe had to deal with rape charges on top of the unemployment) is how they got into this mess in the first place!

Anyway...

That was a bit of a ramble, but I have a lot of Mouthwashing thoughts in my mind right now. Urgh. The writing is just so fucking tight, and somehow subtle despite the over the top nature of it all. I have some thoughts regarding Swansea and Daisuke that I might post at some stage, but they'll probably be a lot more light-hearted and less rambly than this.

[zmb1eslut]

Masterlist

Luke Castellan singing a birthday song for Dionysus!reader.

gn!reader but the song talks in fem.

warnings: swearing.

Agreed, birthday parties were the second worst kind of parties, just after baby showers, and just as long as they're yours. But even the worst party was still a party and dam you loved those.

Maybe a bit of the attention too.

So it kinda sucked that after putting on your special person suit you got to face a normal routine where no one cared more than the occasional "happy birthday". It was just going to be normal thursday.

Except for Luke, apparently. He entered the dining pavilion at exactly 8:12 AM while you were just sitting down with your breakfast. He had a microphone, connected to a sort of boombox that he just left somewhere in the floor when Charlie came with a guitar and handed it to him.

Saturday mornin' jumped outta bed.

You instantly cringed. Luke didn't even knew how to play guitar (He learnt those chords just for you).

And put my best suit

He even looked so smug about it, looking down at his literally every day clothes.

Got in my car and raced like a jet.

Fuck, he made eye contact with you. You instantly turned around to the side, finding your father on the process, who seemed rather annoyed with the live show. But slowly you couldn't help but look again at his dorky act.

All the way to you.

No. Stop. Stay the fuck there. He was literally walking straight to you. Charlie following him now with the boombox and everyone looking, not quite making fun of him, not quite impressed about it all.

He put his hand on the Dionysus table, and then it dawned on you.

Knocked on your door with heart on my hand.

He wasn't walking towards you.

To ask you a question.

Your godly parent wished, for a moment, he had perished more than centuries ago, afar from the torturous instances that immortality day to day proved to offer.

He groaned and drowned his face on both his palms.

'Cause I know you are an old fashioned man.

There was something about a shameless idiot being able to have such a characteristically attractive smirk on him while performing the most humiliating act of his life, and taking you on his ride with no agreement of sny sort.

Oh, shit. Please don't.

He got on the fucking table.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You could no longer fight it, you started to smile. You could no longer pretend you weren't listening to this song when you were 12, envy of the fact someone loved that way, maybe even hoping to be understood some day. You couldn't pretend you never felt as special as being completely socially annihilated by the cutest swordsman on camp.

Say yes. Say yes, 'cause I need to know.

He was actually really playing into the teenage pop-rockstar choreography and expression, as if it wasn't a terribly sung acoustic cover.

You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die.

Maybe you also loved knowing his reputation was way to good for your father to actually be able to took it out on him and give him a lesson for ruining his morning.

Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!

Some people started to laugh, some people started to cheer him.

Until he stopped, and crouched to give the guitar to Charlie, who handed him the microphone.

"I couldn't learn the chorus for the life of me"

And he played the karaoke version.

Why you gotta be so rude?

Don't you know I'm human too?

Why you gotta be so rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway.

It was funny in a way because Luke was... not even your boyfriend, or friend for that matter, just a sort of a pleasant stranger. He just greeted you sometimes, helped you a bit on your archery class. He'll sometimes tie your shoes when you didn't wanna bend down, or gave you notes when you were rehearsing for a play. Probably the closer you ever got were those times he would just purposefully mess up your hair when you were chatting with your friends and maybe that one time he... Oh.

I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can’t live without you.

And that's when he finally stopped bothering Mister D, right before looking at you and freezing you on a childish emotion.

Love me or hate me, we will be both standin’ at that altar.

It didn't felt much like a threat. Not even when he pulled you a little closer.

Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know.

Can we? fucking brown eyes taking the best of you.

You know that I am so in love with you, I'll go anywhere you go.

And you realized that's not even how the song goes, before he twirled you around.

Can I just be honest? Have a speck of your time?

Say yes. Say yes. Promise I'll be good.

'Cause really I feel you takin every bit of my mind.

And I must say, I think that it's love.

And he stopped singing, the music kept running for a couple counts more before Charlie turned it off. You were just looking at each other, him being considerably more nervous than you, though he did tried to hide it and you not quite so.

Your silence went for too long and he had to break it first.

"Happy birthday?"

And that made you laugh before you caught him on a giddy hug of excitement. He looked at Charlie from over your shoulder, he couldn't believe that shit actually worked.

[creative-kny-fics]

Hiiiiii! I don't know if you are taking requests right now but if you are I would like to request lee!kokushibo with your choice of ler. In my not so humble opinion there can never be enough of this. Thank you!!!!

The only one brave/intelligent/idiot enough to do it is Douma (he is not afraid of dying or punishment).

Take it as a friendship or a relationship (although I suck at writing scenarios like that-).

Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)

Lee: Kokushibo (UpperMoon 1)

A change is noticeable, right? At least that's how it was for Akaza, why?

Well, he was used to EVERY day he was in the Infinite Fortress, Douma was willing to "bother" him but now it was strange... It would have been almost a week, maybe even a week and a half since the last time Douma decided to bother him, it was strange, and although he wanted to have left it that way, curiosity invaded him.

'We haven't seen him either, you could ask Daki or Gyutaro, they probably...-' 'They don't know, I talked to them and they just shrugged, so, it doesn't help me much,' he sighed as he finished.

He opened his eyes and looked at both of them, his gaze was fixed but confused, great, now he had to give them explanations. 'And why so much interest in knowing about Douma? I thought you hated him...'

'And I do, but I find only one thing strange, so shut up and start selling your shit, that's the only thing you're good for. Goodbye'

Akaza simply walked away as he heard Hantengu trying to hold Gyokko back, but it wasn't that necessary, he left as quickly as he could.

This is where random things appear and that was a notebook, it may be normal in another scenario, but not in this one.

'It must be one of Muzan-Sama's research books. I better give it back', was a good idea until the separator fell off.

Akaza cursed in his thoughts, trying to "solve" the "trouble" he would get into if he lost the page. And it wasn't difficult, they were just blank pages, whoever was the owner would only be using half of the notebook.

'Well, that helps me... I think... Wait, this doesn't seem like information on some medicinal flower or plant...'

'Where can it be?! I know I had it with me... It can't go away, and I doubt the employees took it. They wouldn't be able to, so where is it?!', someone finally realized that they lost something. 'Is this the shit you're looking for...?'

'Oooooh it's Akaza-Dono's voice, I'm sorry I can't receive you properly, but I'm on a quest and...-! AGH!!'

Akaza did not plan to continue with this stupid game and grabbed him forcefully by the neck, demanding explanations.

Douma looked at the book and took it lovingly, apparently unaware that Akaza was trying to kill him by hanging him.

'Thank you for bringing it! You don't know how important it is to me, tell me, how can I thank you for your generosity~?'

'How about explaining to me that shit you have written there and why the hell I have the highest percentage...'

'Did you read it? Do you know it's rude to read things that belong to you? But I can forget it because you knew it was mine~'

Douma took the time to explain to Akaza what he had written, it was his "diary", although any book he had would be considered one, no one could read it.

What was written in that book was a kind of record of the UpperMons, but one that indicated how sensitive they were, I guess you already understood what he mean and why Akaza was so upset.

'There may still be some errors, but it is in progress, do you think I got your file right?' Douma smiled "innocently."

But how could Akaza respond? Douma had literally locked him up with his BDA, he didn't want to take the risk of Akaza confusing him and having to repeat history.

He didn't care that he hit him, it was his form of "friendship."

'And why the hell do I have that percentage? If I...-'

'Please Akaza-Dono, are you going to tell me that you don't laugh immediately when someone tickles your stripes~? How about we try it?'

'Touch me and you'll see how I destroy your face with a single blow. Besides, I'll burn your stupid book and tell the others about...', he couldn't continue, Douma silenced him by putting a finger over his mouth.

He only had Daki, Gyutaro and Akaza written, when he asked why the others were not there, his answers were.

"Honestly, with Gyokko I don't even know where I could touch him, his body is like gelatin and it gives me chills a little. I tried to get close to Nakime-Chan, but as soon as she saw me, she strummed her biwa and I was sent back to my cult. And with Hantengu, I just touched him and he started screaming asking me not to hurt him, so I left him..."

Douma shrugged looking at his "friend" and in front of him, he didn't speak and it seemed like he didn't would do. He hated seeing his friend like this, after thinking for a while, he found the solution

'Listen this, I proposed you the following. If you help me with Kokushibo-Dono, I will modify your percentages and give them less, what do you think?'

'It seems totally idiotic of you to think that I'm going to agree to help you do this shit...'

Now we move the scene to Douma explaining to Akaza what he's going to do, while the poor striped demon was trying to believe how the hell he had been dragged into that stupid game

He swore to god that if Douma made Kokushibo tickle him too, he was going to kick him so many times that it would leave him with a pain in his groin. 'And that's all you'll do, I don't think it'll be that hard for you, right?'

'You just want me to write if it's ticklish or not? And how the hell do I put the fucking percentages?'

'I'll take care of that~. Now, let the master do his job!', Douma stretched before slowly approaching Kokushibo.

Akaza still didn't believe it, he could have been doing anything else right now, he was here being Douma's damned slave.

Although the fun part was when Douma tried to lunge at Kokushibo and dodging it, causing Douma to fall to the ground, it was absolutely worth it.

'Can I ask?' 'Nope~ but you can laugh!' 'Laugh about what?'

Kokushibo stopped Douma's hands before he even did anything, making Akaza get excited, maybe something good would come of this after all.

Douma did not seem scared, internally his desires were growing little by little, although with his hands imprisoned he could not do much.

'And?' 'I just want to try something! So if you make yourself comfortable and let me do it...'

'And who said I'm willing to do something I have no knowledge of?', Kokushibo let go of Douma's wrists, crossing his arms.

Douma was still smiling and shrugged, then remembering what Kokushibo said the first time they made a surprise attack on him.

'I want to tickle you, will you let me?' 'Was that all? Well, go ahead you can do it. I highly doubt you'll get a reaction from me, so I'd like to see you try.'

Akaza's jaw dropped to the floor, he couldn't believe it... Were they all idiots now for paying attention to Douma's little game?!

He growled as he tried not to tear the book in one bite.

'I knew you would accept! Now make yourself comfortable and let me do my job!'

Kokushibo took out his katana sheath from his sash and left it a little away, sitting down while supporting his weight on his right arm.

Well, it was moment of truth, can Douma make Kokushibo laugh? We'll see it in the next fic, no lie, we'll know it next.

'Oh man... You really aren't that ticklish...'

'Sorry, it's a nice feeling for me but it doesn't always work. Maybe it only worked the first time just because there were 3 of them, but it's just you...' 'Mmmm, you just gave me an idea!', probably the worst for Akaza, but anyway, we're talking about Kokushibo.

Have you noticed how small the Douma clones can be? No doubt it would break someone's heart to destroy them because of their size, and that someone could be Kokushibo? Maybe...

'What are you planning to do? Oh, I get it... Apparently you need help making me laugh because you can't do it yourself?'

'Mmmm, nope, I just need support to hold you up. I was just warming up, my real test begins... HERE!'

Akaza had long ago given up imagining that Kokushibo would laugh, but that day he was so surprised that he was "asleep with his eyes open" for a while. 'Mmmm, what is that I hear~? Are they giggles perhaps...~?'

'Mhmhmhm n-nooohoho... Wa-wahihit... Do-Dohoumahaha...!'

'That's my name Koku-Dono! Well, it seems that my theory was true! You are more ticklish in places that almost no one would expect to be ticklish! For example...', Douma muttered for a moment.

He couldn't decide whether to go straight for the kill or "take his time", maybe he could also get his ice clones to help him, but he didn't want to risk being, like Akaza, kicked in the face by Kokushibo because of his cold fingers.

Although, we're talking about Douma, so whatever he plans couldn't be anticipated, not even by Kokushibo (lie, he could have known).

'WAITWAITWAIT!! DOHOUMAHAHAHA!!'

'Aaaaaah! So behind your knees, huh? And what happens if...~?' 'GEHEHET AWAHAHAY!! NOHOHOT MY TIHIHI-...!! Aaaaaah... Fuhuhuhuck...'

He couldn't help but laugh, he found it ironic that it was only a few seconds and it made him scream and almost roll on the floor. And Akaza?

Akaza was still in his trance because he couldn't believe what he saw. 'Wow, I didn't realize you had back dimples! Awwww and they're ticklish too~'

'Sto-stohohop sayihihing that wohohord...' 'Eeeeh? What word? Tickle? Are you embarrassed that I say it? Because? Does it remind you that you are ticklish? But if the first time you said tickle me and recently you allowed me to tickle you, can't you stand it~?'

If the Douma clones weren't holding him back, Kokushibo would have covered his face in shame.

But if Kokushibo surpassed Douma in strength, why didn't he? Well, I think you guys already know *wink*

'Look at that face! You're embarrassed hahahaha! I wouldn't have thought that from you, but it's not like you surprised me... Well, ready for my test?'

'Eeeeh? What test are you talking about?' 'Didn't I mention it? You are part of my experiment! I already have some information about you! Do you want to know them? I won't tell you stupid, it's a secret. And I hope my right hand is helping me write down what he's seeing!', Douma looked towards Akaza, laughing as he drew a sign of death and showed it to him.

After giving Kokushibo "enough" time to get some air and stuff, he asked his clones to turn him upside down and try, hypothesizing that if he didn't see, he would laugh more.

And judging by the screech, apparently unhearable according to Kokushibo, it seems he was right.

'Perfect! Akaza, my best friend, come here, I wouldn't want to shout so much and expose our friend more!'

'Number 01, I'm not your friend. Number 02, if Kokushibo does anything to me I will rip out your intestines. And number 03...' 'Calm down! Koku likes attention, he's just too shy to accept it!'

Akaza raised an eyebrow, questioning what Douma just said and expecting a 'forget what I said', but it never came, so he assumed he was messing with her mind, AGAIN.

He took the pencil, ready to write down anything Douma told him, all against his will...

'Well, write down first... Aaaah I know, hands!', Akaza sighed, it was silly for him, but he knew it.

He stopped when he started to hear a few giggles from Kokushibo. And so the dynamic continued, Douma showed him the place, tickled him and said the percentage based on what he believed.

Was there an order? Not at all, he decided the place and seemed to hit the target, he was quite amused by that. 'Dohoumahaha...Are you done...?'

'Mmmm... Noooo~ hahahaha just kidding! Of course we're done! You should have seen that face of yours, so cute!' 'Are you going to let me go...?'

Douma refused, after saying goodbye to Akaza and giving him time to escape, he let him go, using his clones for the last time to put his head on his lap, stroking his hair and playing with him.

'You owe me a big one, UpperMoon 2...' 'Hehehe I know, but it'll be fun, so...~'

'You better not edit your book and give me a high percentage...', both They fell silent when someone coughed.

And yes, Akaza had never left, although his best option would have been to leave before seeing that spectacle between them.

Kokushibo looked at him and smiled, taking Douma by the wrists and reversing positions. 'Well, since we still have the joy of having your guest present, how about we also show him what your reaction is to your own test, hmmm~? If you help me with this, Akaza, I won't take revenge on you for helping.'

'Ooooh now we speak my language UpperMoon 1! Try on your hips, does that always make you scream?'

'Wa-wahahit... You guys can't... The test is for you! It's not for... AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!', oh man, here we go again...

Fic 2: Swap AU

Ler: Douma (Ice Hashira)

Lee: Michikatsu Tsugikuni / Kokushibo (Moon Hashira)

Of all the hashiras, the most difficult to talk to were undoubtedly Hakuji and Michikatsu.

Maybe it was because it was Douma, that Hakuji never directed him, in fact, he seemed to hate him, because he didn't behave like that with children or women...

'Hakuji-Dono, do you think that if I tell Tsugikuni-San to train or go out to eat with me, would you accept me?'

'Why the hell are you talking to me like we're friends? If that's your fucking doubt, then go and ask him, you have the mouth and legs to go there and find rejection!', Hakuji said before speeding up his pace and walking away from Douma.

Douma sighed, Hakuji was so mean and so aggressive towards him, but he was right about something, he should go ask Michikatsu himself. And if the answer was no?

No problem, Douma can be a little "persuasive" and he wouldn't take no for an answer

'Hey Tsugikuni-San! How are you doing?!'

'Good.' 'I'm glad to hear it! I'm fine too! I wanted to ask if you wouldn't like to come with me to eat a little and then train! Or vice versa, what do you say?'

Michikatsu didn't give a response, he just walked away without saying anything else and left Douma without a response.

0Either Douma was very stubborn or he had an extremely high level of self-esteem because for him it didn't mean a "yes" or a "no", so, it was a maybe! It was better than he thought!

'Well Ume-Chan, I need your help to get Michikatsu-San to go out with me!' 'Douma-San, it's not to be indiscreet or a bad person but... You look and sound like a gay...'

'Hahahaha oh Ume-Chan, don't be silly! I just want to be your friend!', Ume raised her eyebrow questioningly, but in the end she agreed, she still doesn't know how, but Douma managed to convince her.

Douma follows Ume's advice to the letter, but despite this, the result is not what he expected, but that does not stop Douma and he swears that he will find the right way to get along with Michikatsu.

'Please Hakuji-Dono! Help me, I just want to get along with him!'

'Douma, for the last time, don't talk to me because I'm not your friend! Number two, why are you putting me in your trouble?! Find a way to talk to him and leave me alone...' 'Ooooh, I notice a small moment of anger in your body, why don't you come here and we solve it together?', Hakuji frowned but started to walk away pretending to be upset, although we all know why he ran away.

Douma would be annoying, but at the same time he is quite persuasive and found a way to get Hakuji's help.

'So, will you help me with my problem?' 'YEHEHEHES!! I SWEAR!! STOHOHOP TIHIHICKLIHING ME!!'

'I'm so glad we get along! Now come on, we have a lot to talk about!'

Hakuji was picked up by Douma so they can start "talking" about their new plan.

No plan was reaching its goal and Hakuji was already starting to get fed up with it, but he knew Douma and knew that he would be able to tickle him in public and humiliate him so that he would continue to help him. 'I have an idea! Why don't you go to Michikatsu, hurt his pride by saying he's not as strong as he thinks and then have your little moment with him...!'

'THAT is an excellent idea! Thank you Hakuji-Dono! See you!', Hakuji watched him leave and sighed in annoyance. 'The worst part about being sarcastic is when people don't know when you're lying or being serious...'

Now with Hakuji's advice in mind, he approached Michikatsu but he walked away knowing what Douma would try and he wasn't going to accept it.

Douma made a huge jump and stood in front of him to make the proposal and Michikatsu obviously rejected it, earning a victorious smile from Douma. 'Ooooh that's wrong with you Michikatsu-San... I thought you were strong but you're just a scaredy cat...'

'What the fuck did you say...?!' 'I say that you sure don't confront me because you are someone weak. Hakuji-San challenges me and always shows his strength, but what about you?', oh no...

'May I know how the hell you ended up with cuts all over your body?! Douma-San, are you crazy?!'

'Hahahaha calm down my child! I'm fine, weeds never die!'

Well, you'll know what happened, the training was a success! More or less... 'And you Michikatsu-San?! How is this possible?! Well, I'm not going to stand or deal with you guys fighting so you and you, friends, now!', Inosuke exclaimed before walking out and locking the door.

Douma smiled at Michikatsu and he blamed him because now they had been scolded and Muzan would probably give them a long explanation about coexistence between teammates and so on. Douma calms down and approaches him and tells him that they can lie saying that it was training.

Michikatsu raised his eyebrow in disapproval and lay down, but Douma sat next to him and smiled, well, Michikatsu had to accept that his smile was cute and inspired confidence, but he didn't like the idea that they would now be scolded.

'Sorry, I just wanted to train with you and know your strength! I didn't mean to insult you like that, I'm so sorry Michikatsu-San...' 'It's okay, no problem'

'Of course there is a problem, I can tell that you are worried about what Muzan-Sama will say, but if we work together it may not be things are going so badly for us', was probably the most honest and sensible thing he has heard Douma say.

He had to admit, he had nerves but he didn't think they were that noticeable, although he accepted Douma's apology, he didn't sound completely convinced, something was wrong...

Douma crossed his arms and smiled, Michikatsu saw it and felt like he had seen that smile before, but he didn't remember where until the image of Hakuji screaming and running from Douma came to his mind.

'Douma, if you dare I'll...' 'Don't you want a massage? Maybe you are very tense, I am a doctor and I can help you reduce your stress! Trust me!', tip of the day, don't trust Douma and his "massages"

Michikatsu tried to refuse but Douma found a way to roll him onto his stomach and sit on his hips, not good.

Although he tried to complain to him, he couldn't do anything, he couldn't even get up because Douma put all his weight on his back to indicate that if he moved too much, it would hurt more. 'Well, I guess I should start with the knots in your neck, one wrong move and you could bend it... Let's see... Hey, why are you laughing?'

'I'm nohohot...! Yohohou're ju-just he-hehahaharing things...!' Douma smiled "innocently."

'Awwww, Michikatsu-San, you're ticklish!' 'N-No! Yohohou...!'

'Ooooh~? I detect a liar among us~ lying is bad Michikatsu-San...~'

Douma's chant was not a good sign, plus it was embarrassing enough to make Michikatsu blush with embarrassment and earned a snort from Douma.

What do you think? Will Michikatsu be able to resist the tickling or will he simply succumb? I consider the answer to be very clear...

'Do-Dohoumahaha! Stohohohop! T-this is incohohonceheivahahable!' 'I'm sorry, but you need a massage and since I'm the closest to you...'

'But this isn't a massage! It's anything but a massage!', 50/50 if it was a massage, maybe Michikatsu was just too ticklish for his own good right now.

Douma laughed and pointed out that it was adorable since with Hakuji it took a few more minutes to make him laugh but with him it was different, earning a growl from Michikatsu which only encouraged him.

Believe me, dear readers, Michikatsu will know how relentless Douma can be and how stubborn Inosuke is and that he won't let him out until Douma ends his tickling assault.

'DO-DOUMA!' 'Aha! So those are your hips, hmmm~? Let's see! Woaaah! Hahaha your hips don't lie! Just one squeeze and you'll scream!', he denied, I mean it was true but he wasn't going to admit it.

It didn't take Douma long to find the right rhythm to have Michikatsu in hysterics for a while, he only needed a small squeeze, for a few seconds he used his thumbs to dig into the bones of his hips and then, he used the same ones to repeat the action above his hip bones. 'DOUMA!! STOHOHOHOP!!'

'Aaaaw! You have to admit, you're more ticklish than Hakuji! Oh man, I can't wait for Hakuji to know! Hey, how do you react to baby talk~? Ooooh a snort? Aaaaw what a cute and smiling baby~!'

Michikatsu covered his face with his hair, he felt so embarrassed with his own reactions that he didn't even know whether to fight or accept that it was just so Douma would stop and thus stop feeling humiliated

'Hey, you didn't ask me to stop. Maybe by chance, you like tickling~? Come on, say it and I'll stop~! Say you're a ticklish baby and I'll stop, I know you want to~'

'I'M TIHICKLIHISH!! I SAHAHIHID IHIHIT!! PLEHAHASEHE DOHOUMAHAHA!!'

'Mmmm well, a promise is a promise!', saying that, he let go.

Inosuke finally opened the door and complained to them about the scandal but Douma assured him that they were just playing and that they are friends now.

Obviously, Inosuke doesn't believe him but he looks at Michikatsu and he confirms what Douma said. 'Well, then I guess they can stay alone for a while without adult supervision.'

'Sure! We're adults now, right Mich-?! AYIE!! O-oh... Hehehe Inosuke... Can you help me?'

'No', it was to be expected.

Douma looked nervously at Michikatsu and laughed in anticipation as he climbed on top of him and using one hand, grabbed his wrists and placed them above his head, slowly bringing his fingers closer together as he moved them.

Inosuke closed the door and as soon as he did, he began to hear Douma laughing and shouting for help, which was ignored by Inosuke, there was real work to do.

Fic 03: KIMETSU ACADEMY

Ler: Douma (scammer)

Lee: Michikatsu Tsugikuni (Muzan's assistant)

If Michikatsu had to describe his work in one word, he wouldn't find the right one.

It was exhausting? Yes. Was it funny in a certain part? Yes. He need a break but his body refused to accept it? Yes. Would Muzan let him take a break? No.

'I notice you are more serious than normal... This is the 5th cup of coffee you've had, why don't you take the day off?' 'I can't, I have to go to work...'

'Katsu... Today is Sunday...', Douma crossed his arms and huffed when Michikatsu realized that it was, indeed, Sunday.

He didn't think that the week would take so long, if Douma didn't tell him anything, he was capable of going to work and finding everything closed, oh well, it was Sunday and he had to enjoy it.

'Haven't you ever relaxed? You seem to be trying to figure out how to do it...' 'I'm trying, maybe this pillow isn't comfortable enough.'

'Well, I know of another pillow that might be comfortable for you!'

Michikatsu raised his eyebrow, the poor guy doesn't know how to take hints and Douma sometimes finds it humorous but also discourages him.

After laughing for a while, he sat down near Michikatsu and placed his head on his lap, caressing his hair and cheek. 'Better?'

'Surprisingly, yes. Thank you. I didn't think I would find comfort in a lap...', virg- ehem, how cute-.

Douma laughed and continued with his "work" of helping him relax, until Michikatsu held his hand, not tightly but Douma stopped to know what he needed. 'Douma... Do you... Do you think you can...? You know... The thing...'

'It depends on what we're talking about, does it start with "s" or with "t"?' 'It starts with...? Wait... DOUMA!', Douma snorted.

It was fun to know that Michikatsu was good and brave for other things except a slightly off-color joke.

Anyway, Michikatsu's response was again the same and, as we already know, Douma doesn't like that and wants Michikatsu to be direct and tell him what he wants.

'Are you too embarrassed to tell me what you want?' 'If I don't tell you, you won't do it, right?'

'I just want to check that you're serious, every time I try you end up rejecting the game and asking me to stop. So, it's to make sure that you are comfortable and that I won't get kicked or slapped!'

Michikatsu took a breath but the only thing he could say was "can you make me t-word?", he wasn't able to mention the full word.

He was ashamed? It is probable. Did Douma find it funny? You already know that yes. Am I making this too long? I like to lengthen

'Aaaaw, I forgot that you're too shy for these things... Okay, how do you say...~?'

'P-please...' 'Good boy!', let this stay between us and Muzan doesn't find out, so shhhh.

The hand Douma used to caress his cheek moved a little to start playing with his ears, smiling slightly when Michikatsu started to blush and fought a smile on his face.

He avoided the teasing, considering that it wasn't time yet, just a few more seconds... 'Is this okay?'

'Ye-yehehes...' 'Do you want more?'

Michikatsu nodded slowly and covered his face with his hand when he felt a pair of fingers caress his neck and caress him slowly.

Douma wanted to ask him if that's why he always wears his suit covering his neck, do you think Michikatsu's embarrassed squeal is the answer?

'Dohohoumahaha! Dohohohon't tahahalk!'

'You know well that I like to talk! Why don't you want me to talk? Aaaaw I already remembered, is it because I talk to you with a baby voice~? Does it frustrate you to remember that you are ticklish and that I am the only person who has the privilege of doing it to you~? Is it because you're a ticklish baby~?'

'All thahahahat! Shuhuhut up! Ple-plehahasehe!', short answer, no.

Douma muttered although he wouldn't do it anyway, it was too adorable and he didn't plan on stopping anytime soon!

But after he thought about it, Michikatsu might want him to stop, although he's probably lying. 'Hey Katsu, do you want raspberries?'

'... Yes' 'That's fine! Come sit on my lap!'

Michikatsu sat down and although he was a little hesitant about what he would do next, he walked over and sat on his lap, although from the look on Douma's face, it might have been too much weight for him.

Anyway, once he made sure everything was fine, he smiled at him and couldn't help but kiss and nibble his ears a little and laugh when Michikatsu tensed but made no effort to escape.

'I'm sorry! I could not avoid it. Well, do you remember the security password?'

'Lotus...' 'Good!', Michikatsu took a breath and prepared himself, he wasn't planning on laughing.

Although when he thought he had it under control, Douma just blew on his neck and when Michikatsu saw him out of the corner of his eye in confusion, he actually blew the raspberry on his neck.

Stopping, he smiled when he saw how Michikatsu had covered his completely red face, but despite this, he was willing to receive more raspberries...

'So... Do you feel better?' 'Yes... Thank you for helping me relax...'

Douma kissed his forehead while resting his head on his shoulder and caressing his cheek, now they were both happy.

[skellymom]

"UNFORTUNATE TURN OF EVENTS"

Hunter, Wrecker, Fennec Shand One Shot Alt Universe Fic

 SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3, EP 8-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Word Count: 537

Background: Hunter and Wrecker take a job with Fennec Shand in exchange for Intel on the Empire...with an unfortunate turn of events. For whom?

Warning: Swearing, canon-typical violence. SPOILERS S3!

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

From the very beginning Hunter and Wrecker had misgivings about working with Fennec Shand. 

Aside from her trying to maim or kill Hunter she took off with Omega, a terrified child.

He never knew where her loyalties lay. And she didn’t believe in even a smidgen of selflessness. 

Now being rudely ordered around by this cold woman on some swampy ass crack of a planet for intel...that he wasn’t sure they’d ever see. 

But he and Wrecker really had nothing to bargain with. 

Now she was giving them both crap about losing Omega. 

Honey, you don't know shit about where we’ve been or what we’ve experienced to protect our family. 

Plus, she was willing to kidnap A KID for MONEY. 

Fennec claimed to stop going after the bounty when whomever hired Fennec thought Omega would be safer with them. And she refused to tell them who that was.  

Mighty nice of you, sweetheart. 

“Guess they were wrong about that.” She taunted them. 

Wrecker shot back “Guess you’ll work for anybody, as long as you get paid.” 

Hunter was starting to lose his patience...and a bit of his empathy. At least for sketchy characters who dangled important info that would help a cause or an innocent person’s quality of life, just out of reach. 

He knew he was becoming bitter. Compassion Fatigue. 

“Good guys or bad guys, their money is all the same.” She trotted out THAT platitude. 

“Well, money isn’t everything.” Hunter countered. 

“Spoken by someone who doesn't have any.” Fennec sneered. 

Under the helmet Hunter ground his teeth. She had no right to judge him and his brothers this way. Surely, she started from nothing? Didn’t most of the galaxy? 

The bounty was bagged and brought back into Fennec’s ship. 

“Pleasure doing business with you.” 

“Hang on. You promised information.” Hunter angrily demanded. 

“I didn’t say I had it with me. But I’ll get it.” Fennec stared down at them. “After I deliver Sylar to my client."

“That’s NOT what we agreed on.” Hunter and Wrecker were PISSED, it showed on their faces. 

“You can either fight me or trust me. Take your pick.” 

Hunter and Wrecker glanced at one another stone faced. 

She’s fucking with us. 

“Good choice. I’ll be in touch.” 

Then the confident, cold-blooded Fennec Shand made a HUGE mistake. 

She turned her back on Hunter. 

He shot her, his blaster was NOT set to stun. 

She fell onto the gangplank, still somewhat alive. Instantly regretting that she mistook both clones for harmless fools. 

Hunter stepped up and leaned down to face Fennec. 

“You’re right, we’re credit-less. That’ll change when we turn in your bounty and scrap your ship. We also have your contacts and intel now, too.” 

Fennec gasped, clinging onto the last shred of life. 

“Too late for YOU to learn a valuable lesson: Don’t FUCK with people who have loved ones...cause we’ll do ANYTHING to secure their safety.” 

Wrecker yanked up Fennecs dying body from the gangplank so he could pilot her ship. “Heh, didn’t she say something earlier about eventually everyone’s luck runs out?” 

“Guess she thought it didn’t apply to HER.” Hunter walked off to pilot the Marauder. 

Maker help ANYONE standing in the way of Clone Force-99. 

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[thefoxtrot008]

Dialogue Prompts

Alright, you guys. Here is part 6 of the prompts! No specific category for this one, though, but it is kinda long. So, enjoy! :)

"Let me do it this time." "Absolutely not." "You got to do the illegal stuff last time, why can't I do it this time?!"

"Shit. I got shot." "Good thing my dress matches my blood. It can blend in easier."

"There's a pair of tweezers in the bag there."

"I'm going to call it now."

"What's wrong with my outfit?"

"I'm sorry, I thought the whole point of being here was to not draw attention to ourselves?!"

"I haven't told them about the transfer yet..."

"Don't be rude. We'd love to come over."

"Well, whatever you do, don't rule that option out completely."

"I didn't know you could pull off moves like that."

"Um, that's the point. Gotta blend in."

"Yea, for my sake, don't tell anyone."

"I'm pissed okay?! That was a totally bust job, we got nothing accomplished!"

"Is that what you think of me?"

"Good! We never wanted you on our team anyway! You've been slowing us down, since day freaking one!"

"Guys, can we not fight?"

"Fine, then. Give me the keys." "I still think we should talk about this more-" "Keys. NOW!"

"Great. Now you've pissed her off!"

"I'm sorry, alright. You were right. I was out of line."

"You have my permission. Sign then."

"I thought this was what you wanted?"

"Take a deep breath. On the count of three."

"The stitches came out."

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." "Don't be like what?" "You know what I mean." "Well, clearly, I don't."

"Since when did you know how to do this?"

"Do you really want to cause a scene right now?" "Yes, I want to cause a scene right now! How about this, you are so stubborn and so annoying!"

"You are both under arrest."

"She does have a point." "Who's side are you on?"

"Let. Go. Of. Me."

"No, I don't want to hear it. We told you this would happen didn't we? And you, didn't listen!"

"Yea, can we not go to prison? That would be great."

"Tell him I said hi."

"I don't like this anymore than you do."

"We have no other choice."

"So, who's fault is that? Because I'm not cleaning this mess up."

"You said this about her? No wonder she wants to transfer."

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"They'd look so cute together.... We should set them up."

"You really think that he kept the letters after all this time?"

"Long time no see!"

"Can you watch him for a second? I'll be back."

"I'm honestly surprised that you didn't know that fact."

"Noice. Let's go." *fist bump*

"We should wear a type of disguise. So, we don't get caught."

"Turn it around... be careful."

"We're so close, I can feel it."

"So, the best option is to split up. You. You're coming with me."

"Yes, that would be a big problem if that happened."

"They've found the car."

"My drill broke!"

"Take the frame, we're going to have to take it apart in the elevator."

"You're not the only one."

"I hate him with every fiber of my being."

"This is between the three of us. Nobody needs to get hurt here."

"I don't think you understand the situation here. I'm holding all the cards and yet, you're trying to negotiate with me."

"You can have all the treasure, just let us go!"

"Mmm... I don't think I will. See, you have another clue."

"I don't... I'm out."

"Let's give it some finishing touches."

"We have to go inside."

"I don't think that we have to go somewhere else, I think it's still here."

"But where?"

"Give a little warning next time, before you do that."

"All tunnels have to end, eventually."

"I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"What's happening here? You gave them a fake clue." "We had to buy ourselves sometime."

"It's not what I thought it would be."

"Please, don't break. Please don't break!"

"Um... because you're the bad guy?"

"I've found door number three.... And I'm gonna take it."

"I'm not doing anything else for you unless you answer my questions."

"But it gives me more time to spend with you!"

"Did you guys not read my book?" "I have! I've read it! More than twice!" *whispers* "I think I'm your biggest fan, babe." "Not gonna lie, you definitely are."

"I'm going to run this red light!"

"Watch the people!" "I don't think we're supposed to be going down this way."

"He's right behind me! Where else do you want me to go?!"

"They're right on their way, right now, and I'd guarantee they'd love to meet you too."

"That was hot." "Aw, thanks, babe."

"Fine. But your henchmen stay behind. It's just you." "What makes you think that I'm gonna agree to those terms?"

"Go! I'll meet you at the car." "How do they expect to meet us there?!"

"It's going to take forever to dig these rocks out of the way."

"DON'T LET GO OF MY HAND!"

"You demolished my family name for this?"

"Alright. That's it! I'm going to deck the living shit out of you!"

"It comes in a series."

"Didn't... didn't they get married?"

"I'll stay! I'll stay behind, look! I'm staying."

"So, you won't tell me the way out, unless I give you what you want?" "The way out is through that tunnel there." "Why are you doing this?"

"I can't help you, unless you find what you're looking for." "I won't let you down, sir."

"I'm telling you exactly what it says."

"Alright, you're the only one who knows. Indulge us. What's the next clue?" "You think I'm gonna give that up so easily?"

"Yes, thank you, for clearing that up."

"The wall closed behind us and trapped us in." *touching the wall* "There has to be a way out!"

"I'm in. If you are, that is."

"No hesitation, okay?" "Right. It'll run the whole plan."

"How exactly do you expect us to pull this off?"

"There's only one way now: forward."

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And that's all folks! :)

[aquilamage]

Looks to the Moon is such a good character and I love them so much.

cue ten miles of rambles <3:

you're playing a game where you (the player, and the character) are thrown into a world that is unfamiliar and frightening and all the other beings are at best neutral but mostly want to make you dead. It's a lot. So to give you someone who is safe is such a relief and a comfort! It's a really good game design choice for endearing you to them instantly and also for making everything else a little more bearable.

(It makes me think of how hk did a similar thing with cornifer and quirrel being a nice reprieve from the stress of the game every time you ran across them, except instead of a random (at least the first time you play) moment you stumble on every so often Looks to the Moon is a safe base to return to. If rain world had a more easily useable (and non-limited) fast travel system I'd be playing it like my first albw playthrough where I went back to visit Ravio at the end of literally every play session)

Plus the fact that they're a loredump character is. mwah! extra nice on top of that

And then on top of the mechanical endearment her character is so good! She's your friend!!! they're so niceies!!!!! getting to see them greet me every time I show up is so!!! Like for sure some of it is the fact that you're the only one who visits and listens to them etc but everything in the way they act suggests that would be the case anyway

and their enthusiasm with the pearls and the fact that they give you the cutest little term of endearment about bringing them!!!!!

"Big Sis Moon" is soooo good and important because not only does it say that she's the kind of person you would call that affectionately but also that she had at least one person who called her that! a sibling! a loving affectionate connection!

but they're also not just nice and nothing else! I really really like the fact that they're very firm about boundaries and such while still being polite. Obv with the neurons (if you touch one they ask you to stop either verbally or with the overseer if you can't understand yet, and she then says that if you do that again she won't talk to you. I've never tested touching one again and saving but I don't doubt she would go through with it) although I don't count that as much because that's like. mega-serious situation version.

But also like with the pearls there's some instances of not wanting to read/discuss contents of one. And in one of the Sky Islands pearls they have a bit where they're just like "please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea" and then move on. Idk it's a very nice touch.

plus of course the iconic bit from the Wall pearl where they're like "none of us miss the ancients. they were like if parasites were also annoying." It's surprising and hilarious because it's just so extremely mean in comparison to anything they've ever said before and I love that.

firstly because of an admittedly very me thing of feelin like 'the fact that she's always nice better not be a weird Gender writing thing going on.' But also like. As I said before I think it's funny when the nice character has a Very Rude Outburst moment ("we have saved your life before, you witch" anyone?).

PLUS just. The Ancients suck so much and were terrible to the Iterators and Looks to the Moon has so much shit that's happened to them. She deserves to be mean about it one time! She mentions several times about other Iterators having frustration and anger about the everything and while I can definitely believe that she's less like that I also believe that there's gotta be at least some of that there for her too! So of course it's gonna leak out at some point!

and the fact that they immediately follow it up with the 'I'm sorry, that was disrespectful' says sooo much too. Not just that they're nice and polite and trying not to break that but also like. their personal views on the Ancients which might have been a source of conflict with some of the other iterators

adn then switching to something else: the tragedy of their situation with being broken down and helpless and isolated and her relief at being helped! but also leaving me wondering if it really is a kindness when you abandon them with the ending and they're basically in the same state but with a slightly better memory of what's going on and there's nothing more you can do.

the ending line of the dialogue about the pearl in their area being, after all the background information of everything that happened with Sliver of Straw, "I make the case that maybe she should be allowed to rest in peace now." It's compassion on her end but also deeply sad to hear and like. maybe it's just me but I feel like there's something else there that either I'm not grasping or we just aren't given the full information for.

the drainage system pearl about the Ancients thinking that trying and effort was bad and the iterators being for offloading that and Looks to the Moon ending with "I know I have tried very hard." like fucking!!!!! rip out my heart and stomp on it why don't you! that would hurt less! it's but one of the many ways the ancients were messed-up with how they treated the Iterators but that specific statement is so personal!!! AUGH!

...Despite how Much I've said here I still feel like I'm forgetting something Important but of course idk what it would be. But yeah Looks to the Moon is The Character ever so cool so stunningly pretty their voice is so cute and I love her.

[namtanlovesfilm]

For the drama ask: 7, 12 and 13

7. if you could change the ending of a drama which one would it be?

oof, there's so many! let me choose a drama that I actually loved bc one that I don't is kind of the easy way out lol. I'd change the ending of 3 will be free so ter isn't killed & mae's trauma isn't provoked just so she can rescue the main three characters. I'd have shin kill his father bc it's much more meaningful & powerful this way, and I'd also have him move permanently on the island with mew & neo instead of going back and forth. also mae & ter would leave the country and heal peacefully together :)

12. an actor/actress you want to see in a lead role

what a loaded question! I'll get it out of my system, yes of course I want to see off in a main role in a show that isn't bl, isn't an ensemble cast & is actually good bc all of his non offgun related roles never take off & it's pissing me off lol.

the next obvious choice is mond, but this one I honestly feel even more strongly about bc this man is literally one of the most beautiful men on earth AND talented as fuck & he literally gets nothing but crumbs from gmmtv.

lay talay bc he's kinda dropped off the surface of the earth lately & I think that's a crime, my dream would be for him to join gmmtv even though I doubt they'd give him a main role, but at least I'd get to see more of him :(

give drake a new main bl please, I can't believe he ate the most ever in my tee yet bc the writing of it was shit it flopped & since then he's gotten no other good role ever, like... fucking rude 😠

fluke pusit bc he's literally so fucking good I love him, and if he got a main bl role he'd 100% become huge, I can feel it!

lastly for the actors or we'll be here forever, we have earth pirapat & first, who are both actors I've loved for a long ass time but I've kinda lost some interest for once they became caged into their current ships. I like both ships, especially firstkhao, but I feel like since getting with their ships they've completely lost their identity as individual actors, and in my opinion it's a generalized problem with the new generation of gmmtv ships, but it especially bothers me for first & earth bc I KNOW how amazing they are & feel they could do both ship work AND slay some individual works.

as for the actresses, we all know they're all so fucking underrated & I stan literally every single one of them, but also bc there's much less of them than male actors, they often get main roles more easily, so I don't have as many to mention.

firstly there is jennie, who is always put in side roles but would actually SLAY a good romcom! also it would be incredible representation to have a romance with a trans woman who's not played by a cis actress (*cough* the fallen leaf I'm looking at you *cough*)

then there's ciize who just deserves the spotlight imo. she's adorable, seasoned & a good actress, and I think she'd make for a very new type of female lead in dramas that I'd really love to see!

lastly there's the love of my life, lookjun. technically she got a main lead in the jungle which gives me hope for the future, but it was an ensemble cast show so it doesn't count. I want her in a full show bc I think she's amazing & has the charisma to carry it!!! (also pls she's literally had 3 wlw side ships now GIVE HER A GL!!!)

13. popular actor/actress you feel nothing for 

literally almost all of them LMAO. I'm not a big fan of zee & nunew, I don't really like jimmy from gmmtv for some reason, I don't like mew & gulf AT ALL for obvious reasons & I don't care for mile & apo bc I didn't watch their show. there's many more but those were out of the top of my head.

xxx

participate in the ask game :)

[spyroforlife]

23!

23.What work of yours would you like to have the biggest impact on the fandom?

Ooh.. tbh that's a tough one because I don't necessarily WANT to have a big impact on fandom at all, I'm just out to write self-indulgent lil things I enjoy and hopefully get feedback from people who come across my writing and also enjoy it, I write for myself but I also love discussing my works with others.

Storytime but I once had a very impactful fanfic, though this was while I was in the Gravity Falls fandom and it was midway through season 2, a VERY active time to be in the fandom. I wrote a BillDip fanfic called Payment in Blood that was pretty much just spawned from me drawing some stereotypical dark!Dipper corrupted by Bill Cipher artwork, and I thought. Hey I could turn this into a story. So I did, and what started out as a needlessly violent and gorey dark fic written for shits and giggles gained a huge following, to the point that you probably couldn't be a BillDip fan in late 2014 to 2015 and not know about it. I had people giving me suggestions to incorporate into the storyline and popular artists were drawing fanart for me, and when I showed up in art livestreams people would get all excited about me being there and want to discuss the story with me

Of course in livestreams I always made sure to gently redirect attention back to the artist, it felt rude to talk about my own stuff while someone else is sharing their art process with us, but it was really overwhelming tbh?? It was a LOT of attention to have on me and I felt a lot of pressure to make sure the story was absolutely perfect, and I think by the end I was really running out of steam and struggling to wrap it up. I DID manage to finish the story, it even got a sequel, and looking back on it I'm satisfied with what it is. And the story inspired a lot of new stories and artwork and I love that so many people got inspired to create because of PiB. But I'll always remember that as a very strange time in my life

So I guess what I'm getting at is that while it's fun to THINK about having a popular work that has a lot of impact on the fandom and everyone knows about it, having experienced that before, I can honestly say I can take it or leave it. I LOVE when I can inspire people to make things, if someone gets an idea from something of mine and wants to spin it into their own story, absolutely! Please! And I love having discussions about the characters and their choices, and about my planning, and ideas that were considered but ultimately abandoned, etc. Having a popular fic is fine. But idk. I don't think I'd like it if a story of mine got so popular that other people who aren't interested are getting bothered about if they've read it. I wouldn't want discussions about it dominating a tag that should be more general. I certainly wouldn't want to get harassed over a story of mine, or worse, someone ELSE getting harassed just because they openly enjoyed it. I can handle rude Internet tough guys. But I would never want other people being attacked because I made something popular and people liked it and other people think that's bad

idk if that makes sense but yeah. Sorry if this is really rambly, it's just that I genuinely am unsure if I want to make an impact on fandom, instead I just kinda like being in my own corner and if other people wanna come into my corner and hang out, that's great! But I don't really need to make anything that EVERYONE knows about. While there's good sides to that, there's negatives as well, so eh. I just don't know.

But as an apology for such a long-winded answer. If I did need to choose one to have an impact. You know what.

Triple Life because omegaverse (sorta) Life series season is SUCH a ridiculous fucking idea and I'm so glad for the post that made me go "haha what if" and then actually write it. I think it'd be funny if people were doing like. Analysis and fanart and shit about this story of mine in particular. Look at my smutty Life series fanfic, boy

[saevus-brutalis]

fine you get more, gay

should I ask about fights or differences again and then get mad at you for it? yes, but I'll go with 2 and 4 🤲 feed me

coward [ship tag game]

2. do they like each other's friends? do their friends like them?

neither Vince nor Ragan really get to meet each other's friends and if they do, it's not often for a long time. both Vince and Ragan are from two very different worlds thus they have completely different assortment of friends.

Vincent's inner circle of friends is rather small, and most are not friends with each other or are fond of one another. those with whom he has more of a professional relationship — Dino and Jefferson — don't really give a shit about his private intimate life; it's not their business hence why they're neutral towards Ragan - if they even know of him. Reginald — Vince's ripper and an old friend from the army — ain't too fond of Ray and their relationship in general; he fails to see the good in him and only recognizes how much pain Vincent went through because of him. he thinks he makes Vincent too soft which will end up killing him in the long run. he does nothing however to ruin their relationships, but doesn't fail to voice his doubts.

when it comes to Ray's friends Vincent is pretty neutral, a bit guarded though. he doesn't have anything bad to say about them but he doesn't make an effort to be super friendly with them or get to know them more. they're a part of Ray's clan and he treats them as such, helps if needed around the camp, drink a beer or two when Ray isn't around; crack a joke maybe, but in the end he doesn't really care. if Ray likes them, Vince will make sure to be nice towards them.

Ragan generally likes Vince's friends, although he has to admit Vince's choice in friends is rather questionable. his old pals or work friends make him a bit uneasy and he personally wouldn't be too thrilled to be around them alone. they just don't match Ray's vibe - too cold, too rude, too city-like. they haven't done anything to Ray for him to have a bad opinion about them, so he doesn't really have much to say about Vince's friends.

Ragan's friends are really confused and feel conflicted about Vince. they're a bit scared of him in fact, intimidated for sure. they look at their relationship with a dose of skepticism, but eventually manage to warm up to Vincent and treat him as equal.

4. how do they compare to each other's exes? are they the same "type" or an upgrade/something different?

after they separated in 2038 Vince had a few flings after he came back from the army, lots of one-night-stands, and one more serious relationship of 5 years with a rockstar, which eventually ended up in a mutual break up. Vince's type are rockerboys and nomads, so neither were really an upgrade nor downgrade, both were just from two different worlds, with two different backgrounds. Vince never really got over Ray, and while he did love Kerry when they were together it jus wasn't the same type of love Vincent had and has for Ragan. neither relationship was better or worse; both had some bad moments, but with Kerry Vince and him wanted different things from each other, and Kerry had a tendency to try and mold Vince into someone he wasn't. meanwhile Ragan doesn't try to change Vince while still calling him out on his bullshit. he accepts all the imperfections about him and who he is on the outside and the inside.

after Ragan got stood up by Vince he threw away all his feelings for him - or at least he tried - and started sleeping and dating around with whoever he pleased, trying to fill the hole in his heart left after Vincent. when he met Dante - leader of a clan he later joined after being on his own for over 2 years, he thought he finally found someone he can start something meaningful with. Dante was a really great friend, warm and funny, outgoing and loud - with him Ray didn't really have time or space to think about Vincent and dwell of what could've been. while Dante had so many green flags and seemed like a perfect guy he was a bit too perfect for Ray. many people would consider Dante an upgrade when comparing him to Vince, but Ragan thinks otherwise, and when Vincent eventually came crawling back it didn't take much for Ragan to take him back - his unpolished, uncut, rough diamond.

[soobins--dimple]

Enhypen as love tropes-

Boy next door

Kim Sunoo

'I've always admired you frome the start'

-

Before you moved, you lived more towards the country

You know, lots of grassy land, and nice open scenery

You were really content, but you just had to move

Your father got a raise in his job so you were forced, it wasn't a choice.

When you moved, you moved to a nicer please,

You hated the city, witch was exactly where you were now.

The night of the move your room was made and everything was settled in, you walk out to the porch to take in some "fresh air"

It wasn't the same at the fresh air out in the country, but it would have to do

As you were breathing slowly you saw a figure on the porch next to your house

He waved at you excitedly and ran across the street to greet you

He bowed his head a bit and introduce himself

"Kim Sunoo" the pink haired poy said "But you can call me Sunoo, it's what my friends call me!" He said happily.

You look at him and blink slowly, still tired from the move but not wanting to be rude, you reply "y/n"

You both talk for a few and you both plan to meet up tomorrow to talk.

After that day you and Sunoo became like the -> 🤞🏾

You were a very independent girl, having to follow him around at first to get use to things was annoying, but as soon as you leard the in's and out's the roles switched

He followed you around

Did I mention that Sunoo is the secretary of your high school's Student Council, yeah:)

There were a lot of girls who would jump at the chance to be around him witch made you kinda jealous but you didn't know why.

Usually on days Sunoo has Stu Co you both like meeting at his locker.

So one day after school you were supposed to meet Sunoo at his locker

As you were walking up to it, you saw him with a girl you could only assume was a bit younger

You hid, not wanting to interrupt, their her counter

Then you see her handing him a heart shaped box and blushing too

You tried not to jump to conclusions but when you saw her give him a folded piece of paper with hearts all over it

You couldn't watch the scene anymore and ran passed them tears in your eyes

You don't know why you were crying, I guess you liked Sunoo more than you thought

Independent my ass..

Soon Sunoo came after you

"Why'd you run off like that?" He asked concerned

"I'm not sure..I got jealous,,I guess" your not ashame in your feelings, even if they did make you feel like shit.

"Jealous? Of what, that girl?

All you do is nod

"I get that kind of stuff allll the time y/n, don't worry. You'll always be my favorite"

He continues "You know,, I've always admired you frome the start, you've always been so down to earth and independent"

"I like that about you" he smiled

After to to hat conversation you and Sunoo started going out.

It was sweet, but that didn't stop some girls from confessing their love for hom-_-

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Dream Eater - Chapter 8 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Alex?"

Damien is watching me intently, with the cautious look of someone approaching a skittish animal that might attack or flee at any moment.

"Are you alright?"

"He's wrong," I say, as firmly as I can. "He must be."

The mingled calls of countless birds sift and echo through the surrounding trees, filling our silence with their song.

"Tiago is never wrong," Damien says at last. "If he says you carry a part of Sakariel's soul, then it's true. Besides," he adds thoughtfully. "It makes sense."

"How?" I challenge, incredulous. "How does it possibly make sense?"

"The timing lines up. You were born around 1919, right? And Sakariel..."

He glances away.

"What you saw in the dream happened in 1912, Earth reckoning. It's not surprising it would take that long for a... a fragment of him to find a suitable home. Plus, if your soul was already a composite of human and Celestial, it would have been more easily damaged by the experience of your mortal death."

I shake my head.

"Damien... it's impossible. I don't understand how these things work but the chances..." His voice turns harsh.

"Fuck the chances."

He grips my arms below the shoulders and gives me a hard shake.

"Listen to me. Chance has nothing to do with it. It's fate and choice, damn it. For whatever reason, Sakariel's soul chose you."

I feel sorry for him but I have to make him understand. I shove him away and break free of his grasp.

"Look... You don't know anything about me. If you did, you'd understand that I'm the last guy a Celestial would want to join souls with. I'm nothing... worse than nothing. I'm not a good person."

"Why? By whose measure?" he challenges.

He asked for it.

"You know all the shit that's happened on Earth since I became a dream-eater? I was twenty years old when I died in 1939. It had been twenty years of hell... or so I thought... and all I wanted from death was an end but instead I was given a new life, as a demon."

I can't look at him anymore and turn away.

A flock of brightly colored birds take flight and vanish again, like living gems hidden among the trees.

"You know what I did with that life? You think I stood up and fought in all the wars or joined in all the struggles for freedom? Well I didn't. I slunk around in the shadows like a coward, selling myself in more ways than you know and clinging to the world's underbelly like a parasite. I'm... disgusting... I'm not your 'creature of light.' I'm not Sakariel. Please just let me go home and then forget about me. Please."

I don't know when I start to cry but by the end of my little soliloquy I taste tears in the corners of my mouth and can barely see past the drops clinging to my lashes.

Scrubbing a hand across my eyes, I prepare myself to face his reaction but when I turn to look, Damien's expression isn't what I expect.

It's worse... I expect revulsion but what I see is heartbreak.

He swallows hard and looks away and his voice is hoarse when he speaks.

"You're wrong," he says. "It's you who doesn't understand."

He walks off in the same direction as Tiago.

After a moment, I follow him, confused and angry but not quite stupid enough to get left behind in the middle of a Brazilian rainforest.

I follow Damien through the dense undergrowth to a village by the side of a river the color of mud.

He speaks in Portuguese to a man who seems to be the village leader and they come to some agreement.

We're shown to a communal space around a fire and offered food and drink.

I'm not hungry but I'm worried it might be rude to refuse, so I accept a plate of fruit, nuts and what looks like stewed root vegetables.

I don't recognize any of it but the flavors are pleasant.

"We'll stay here until tomorrow morning," Damien tells me. "Teleporting is rough on the physical body and it's best not to jump twice in one day."

I nod but say nothing.

"Alex... I..." he sighs. "I have some things I need to take care of, some people I need to speak with. I'm going back to the dead zone but I want you to stay here for now. I'll be back later."

He rises and leaves me on my own.

A few of the villagers speak a little English, like Tiago and I offer whatever help I can give in exchange for their hospitality.

They seem like good people and though they laugh at my clumsy attempts at fishing and net-weaving, they're kind.

Eventually, I'm sent off to help prepare food, which I gather is considered 'women's work' but I don't mind.

Damien returns around nightfall.

I ask him to offer my services to the villagers and he explains to them in Portuguese that I'm a kind of 'dream-healer' and can help anyone suffering from nightmares.

More than a few brighten at this news and I'm a little depressed to see how many of them are children.

I spend the night living out a range of dark dreams, from the simple fears of the young to the remembered horrors of the aged.

By the time dawn arrives, my physical body longs for the true rest of dreamless sleep but my demon energy is sated.

I'm sitting by the fire when Damien joins me.

My eyes are sliding shut with weariness and he put his arm around me and invites me to lean against him.

I'm too tired to resist.

"Alex," he says. "About what you said before. You're wrong. Sakariel wouldn't have despised you and you're not bad or disgusting. You're selfless and beautiful and you bring peace to others in whatever way you can. That is the definition of Grace."

"Damien..." I'm so tired I can't fight any more.

I don't even want to.

"What do you want? I mean, let's say I am Sakariel. What the hell does that mean?"

He regards me somberly and I get the feeling he's about to tell me something I don't want to hear.

"Sakariel was not an ordinary Celestial. He was a heavenly Key," he says. "His soul carried the ability to open doors to higher realms, beyond the reach of any but the most exalted. There lay powers of which even the most powerful among the Fallen could only dream."

He shifts and I force myself to sit up and look at him.

"That was why he chose to lead a rebellion, to challenge Ashtoreth for the Throne. He was the only one who could, the only one who stood any chance of succeeding. He knew it wasn't much of a chance, even so and that it meant his death if he should fail. In fact, he expected to."

I look up in surprise, and he gives me a grim smile.

"Did you imagine he didn't know? That I didn't know I would lose him? We both knew. We knew there was no coming back from what we sought but he had to try... to tempt fate and because I was bound to him first by duty and then by love... I had no choice but to go along. I would have thrown myself on my sword for him... if he had asked."

His voice grows quiet and he turns his face away so I can't see his expression.

"I was sworn to protect the Key at any cost, to keep it from the wrong hands. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with the one who carried it. But I did and because of that, I failed."

He turns back and meets my eyes.

His own are hard and bright beneath his dark brows and the fire-light plays over the hard angles of his face.

"Alex, if you are Sakariel, it doesn't make me happy. It makes me afraid. He always carried my fate in his hands. He was always the one who gave and was ready to die but I was the one who bore the pain of that selflessness. If you are him... if you now carry the Key... I swear that I will protect you and I will do almost anything you ask. If you ask me to die for you, I'll die but don't ask me to love you because that is the one thing I cannot do."

I don't know how to respond or even where to start.

"I don't want you to love me," I say. "I want you to leave me alone."

A smile quirks his lips.

"It seems I lied. That is another thing I cannot do."

He stands.

"Come. We should be on our way. I can't take you home... wherever that may be... or leave you alone but I can take you somewhere safe."

He sets off towards the jungle and the path back to the dead zone.

Wearily, I rise and follow.

I don't really have a choice.

Being left stranded in the Amazon Jungle is not my idea of fun, no matter how cool those survival shows make it look.

"Where are we going?" I ask when we reach the clearing and hold out my hand with resignation. He grasps it firmly in his.

"Another plane of existence. If you carry part of Sakariel's soul, you should be able to adapt to the change in Realm without much trouble."

"And if not?" I ask, alarmed.

I try to pull my hand away but he holds fast.

"What if Tiago's wrong?"

"He's not wrong," Damien says and the world dissolves. 

[necrobab3]

Just a quick rant/ramble

I am a young woman and like most women I have some I guess not stereotypically "female or womanly" hobbies. That is NOT my opinion though. But these hobbies include watching horror movies, loving gore, and reading smut. I guess these aren't womanly. Anyways i was talking to my guy friend who I have been getting increasingly annoyed with recently for various reasons but I was never really mad until tonight. We were talking and he was informing me about this videogame he likes and I said that one character looked cool because i had nothing else to say lmao. And he was like "oh I'm glad you didn't say you liked the other character because you don't want to know his origin story." I was intrigued and asked "what is so and so's origin story?" And he refused to tell me. I wasn't going to push his boundaries so I didn't ask him more than twice to tell me please but I did request that he give me a good reason for refusing to tell me. He said "it is too dark for YOU." Without the caps. I was like "too dark for me? You know my main form of entertainment is morbid and macabre shit?" And he said "yet you won't watch (insert the name of a movie that is basically just pure porn." For context that movie is like I said basically pure porn and I really didn't feel like sitting next to him alone and his house watching porn. It was simply a personal choice for comfort and safety. Anyways the conversation kind of ended around there but I'm upset and I don't know if I have the right to be? I feel very patronized. He knows what kind of content i enjoy consuming and he knows I'm older than him, but he refused to share that information because he deemed it too dark. I don't even really care about the information itself and just more than fact that he is treating me like a little girl after literally inviting me to watch porn with him and rejecting my offers to watch something else instead. He also asked me out about a month ago or rather he told me I was his girlfriend. I obviously clarified and said no tf!? But I agreed to be friends. I just don't know. I have that he treated me like that especially after our history. I hate it when men deem women to be not mature, incapable of handling mature topics, never aroused or having any bodily functions, not able to enjoy dark things, etc. but will still fuck them even if they view us as a little girl. Am I being over dramatic? Also you all should note that I'm pretty sure he is autistic (as an autistic woman myself) but I still feel that conversation was rude. Was he rude? Am I overreacting?

[javic-piotr-thane]

oh that is very interesting with the books swaying you into gwen negativity and their mischaracterisation! i have read - many years ago! - border princes, i think, but i have absolutely no recollection of any plot. unfortunately reading fiction is beyond my energy capabilities (which is partly why im so grateful for big finish! i can listen to the plays) so it will be a while before i can get to them (if ever) but i definitely don’t feel like i am missing out on too much now haha. im aware theres some disconnect between being able to read fic but not fiction but it’s complicated lol.

i think your decision to make fandom a better place for yourself by enjoying the positives of gwen’s character more than any negatives to be a really good way to go. i am a big supporter of trying to make fandom into a positive place for yourself & not something that causes you frustration and upset - which is perhaps partly why i tend to only linger on the outskirts.

this isn’t a slight at all and im not saying this is what you do (because i dont think it is), and please don’t take any offense, but for me i do find i enjoy seeing and recognising flawed characters and while not focusing completely on the negatives, still sometimes leaning in to them if they contrast with how i think it should have gone. (okay i read that back and im not sure i made sense. basically: i like embracing the negatives where often others try to ignore them if they contradict w their hc) and it’s not just gwen here either, sometimes tosh, & often owen. also jack & lesser so ianto but that’s mostly bc i have a soft spot for him haha. i think for me being able to be like ‘ok i like this character and its sometimes because they do some stuff that makes me frustrated/annoyed’ gives me more enjoyment than trying to either explain away or rationalise (or perhaps ignore) the negative issues i have.

i think i did it a lot in the glee fandom, where i was able to see good in ‘bad’ characters and also bad in the ones who were portrayed as goodness incarnate (ok im exaggerating haha but the thought is there) & it opened up a lot more of the fandom to me? which, as someone who adores fanworks is absolutely wonderful.

!!!!! i'm not offended, i see how my words could be misunderstood! of course i embrace characters' flaws, what i meant here specifically was sinking into a certain bitterness that goes far beyond what Gwen's flaws are or aren't; making her not so much a terrible person as a terrible symptom of a flawed society that scoffs at nerds and insecure people and adores everyone with confidence, no matter how much they fuck up or now rude or otherwise not-great they are.

that type of shit.

i was afraid to slip back into that kind of rhetoric, that kind of thinking. that's what i meant to stop in its tracks! i've not taken down my old discussion posts on the topic, but i am so not doing that ever again.

.. *deep breath*

as for another thing you mentioned, minor but - Border Princes my beloved!!!!! that's my second-favorite of all the TW novels, and that's a really close choice!! i love it so much, it's sad that you read that of all books and forgot :'D but ah well.

[oh and the irony of you saying you don't have the strength to read fiction but love the audios doesn't escape me, as i fucking love reading (fiction or nonfiction) and i really need strength/focus for audio :''D you're the lucky one in this scenario though bc just in case i hadn't said this clearly enough before: the TW audios are by and large superior to the novels XD so there's that on that]

[....though waiiit.... weren't the first three books made into audiobooks?? i never cared about that but... i'm not saying look that up but maybe look that up 👀👀]