#proposals plural

[prommytheus]

hi if youre anti-endogenic systems then please unfollow me. its none of your business why and in what way someone is a system. gatekeeping is stupid and immature and all systems of all origins and all labels are welcome on my blog.

[pluralprompts]

Headmate A is planning on proposing to Headmate B. Headmate B knows this, and is just waiting for A to do it so they can say yes.

Bonus points if A knows that B knows and is just having fun with it.

Submitted Prompt #139

[thattheater-kid]

System core is going through your Pinterest after your in-system partner fronts and finding a board called wedding.

[anistarrose]

I'd like to propose a dark horse candidate for the most interesting line in The Book of Bill. And it's this near-unreadable, seemingly one-off joke from the "Skin" page:

[ID: tiny text reading: "Help! This is not Bill Cipher. My name is Grebley Hemberdreck of Zimtrex 5. I'm one of thousands of beings Bill has devoured over trillions of years whose souls are now trapped inside him. You have to free me! It's horrible in here. He just keeps playing the song "Good Vibrations" by Marky Mark on an endless loop. Please, please, this is not a joke! The Zimtrexians were once a proud and mighty people, but now our spirits long for release from this..." End ID.]

Okay, so Bill devours souls who then live out a horrible existence inside him. That's just some typical and expected Bill behavior, right? Nothing to be shocked by? Maybe not, but one thing jumps out at me... and of all things, it's the way that Bill keeps playing that Beach Boys parody (correction provided by @fexalted: no, not in fact a Smiley Smile parody, but a real song!) on loop.

Because in The Book of Bill, there's a recurring motif of characters playing music for a very specific reason: to repel an unwanted presence inside their head. This is what Elias Inkwell, and later Ford, did with the "It's A Small World" parody — they tried to keep Bill out of their brains. Or, metaphorically... to drown out his voice.

[ID: a Journal 3 page with a cassette taped inside. It's titled: "The World Is Small Ever After for Always." Ford writes: "If it's war you want, it's war you'll get! If you want to torture me? I'll torture you back!" End ID.]

That doesn't necessarily mean that Bill finds the voices of devoured souls to be troubling, let alone downright haunting, does it? Well... not quite on its own. But there's a "color" code on the page about TV static that says a lot:

[ID: a code consisting of colorful squares, translated to letters that spell out: "he never sleeps he never dreams but somehow still he hears their screams." End ID] (screenshot courtesy of @fexiled)

The context of the page implies these "screams" come to Bill especially when he listens to TV static, and the broader context of the book implies that these are the screams of his destroyed home dimension, Euclydia. Therefore, not necessarily those of the souls he devoured, from Zimtrex 5 and possibly other dimensions.

Except... do those two things really have to be mutually exclusive?

The beings that Bill devoured were accumulated over "trillions" of years, plural, according to Grebley. In Weirdmageddon 1, Bill claims to have resided in the Nightmare Realm for precisely "one trillion" years. So the "devouring" habit probably extends back even further than his time in the Nightmare Realm...

Enter @acetyzias, pointing out a very conspicuous word — and one of the only uncensored words — from Bill's description of destroying his home dimension:

[ID: the word "mandibles". End ID.]

Oh, and how does Bill describe the "monster" that destroyed his home to Ford, when Ford asks about revenge?

[ID: Journal excerpt reading: "Sixer, it would eat you alive." End ID.]

For a long time, Bill's destruction of his home has been associated with fire, even when the story's told by Bill himself. But through the way the book characterizes Bill's guilt — and characterizes how the consequences of what he's done remain lurking deep inside him — I think The Book of Bill lays out the hints for another motif: devouring.

And, well, when it comes to how Bill destroys things... it wouldn't be without precedent.

[ID: screenshot of Bill in Weirdmageddon 3, taking a bite out of the Earth. End ID.]

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, Professor? I heard a rumor that you have 101 dogs back home, is this true?

If so, lucky!

Canonically, Crewel has yet to reveal exactly how many dogs he owns! However, we know it must be more than one since he often refers to them as a plural.

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

“… What kind of rumors are swirling around the schoolyard now? No, I do not keep that many dogs in my home. The number has been greatly exaggerated.”

Ah, but how blissful it would be, were it the case.

"No? Not 101?" you asked, tilting your head to one side.

"Not 101," he confirmed. "I doubt my minions could handle looking after a litter of that size. The dogs would eat them alive! Those two nitwits can barely tie their own shoes without tripping over themselves."

"By minions, do you mean your old classmates from Night Raven College?"

"Yes, them. They dogsit for me while I'm here on Sage's Island teaching. I visit my dear dogs on the weekends."

"That's such a long time to be away from them."

And a long time to trust his friends to not screw up. If only there was a way to bring Crewel-sensei and his dogs together more often. He obviously can’t leave mid-school day, but maybe if it were the other way around and the dogs could come to him…

A lightbulb suddenly went off in your head. "I know! Why don't you bring your dogs into class one day? To set the record straight about how many you have. I’ve also heard that petting dogs is a good way to help students destress before exams.”

“Hmm.” Crewel turned the suggestion over in his head, then back, as if inspecting an item’s quality. “That’s not a bad idea, provided I can secure permissions for it from the headmaster.”

“Oh, can you?!” you asked excitedly. “I’d love to meet your pets!”

“No promises, but I can certainly put in the proposal.” Crewel ran a hand through his hair. “Introducing my good boys to my… not-so-good boys, what a concept. If that becomes a reality, my dogs may just teach you pups a thing or two about good etiquette and grooming.”

[ziorite]

crying laughing (mostly just crying) over the long goodbye job rn because what the fuck guys. what the FUCK.

(spoilers for the last episode of leverage season 5)

i still had so much hope for them even after hardison fell and parker got shot. i was crossing my fingers because eliot will be there and they’ll get away because they always get away ?? right ?? but then they make it the van and eliot gets shot. right in the fucking chest.

THE VAN SCENE. I WAS DISTRAUGHT. DISTRAUGHT Y’ALL. AND THEN HARDISON’S LAST WORDS ARE TO WONDER IF ELIOT IS OKAY ??? “HERE I AM”??? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. AND THE THREE OF THEM FUCKING DIE HOLDING EACH OTHER’S HANDS WHAT DID THEY DO THAT TO US FOR. (something something parker dying alone when she’s finally learned what it means to have a family something something eliot dies first because to watch the people he’s dedicated his life to protecting die in front of him is to die a second and third time something something)

and then the cherry on top when nate and sophie look back and the three of them are dead and bleeding out and clutching on to each other in death what do they do ??? they don’t even consider giving themselves up they drive that van up the bridge and into the damn river.

nate’s enraged yelling at the agent had me wide eyed with my hand over my mouth. fucking STUNNED yall. nate is really no one’s favorite but my god the fucking pain in his voice. 10/10. BUT THEN of course that’s not all there is to it. the switch from grieving fury to composed nonchalance was both peak comedy and absolute whiplash.

AND HERE’S STERLING !! everyone’s favorite slime ball <3 and ho ho ? he’s mad at nate for killing the rest of the team ?? they grew on him didn’t they— like clumps of adorable mold that just keep coming back <3

and finally. the master plan is revealed. sterling did scare the living shit out of me shooting “hardison” like that but of course nate had a better plan than what they believed. crazy to think that the whole damn emotional rollercoaster was really just set up for the actual break in. (eliot’s exasperated eye roll and fall at nate’s “bang !” was everything.) starring sterling as the trojan horse! an amazing choice all around.

AND !! we have a proposal !! proposals plural actually because no way in fucking hell was that not a confession from eliot. that scene was the height of romance and i will be DAMNED if someone tries to tell me that was just normal best friend shit. OT3 IS REAL !!!

in conclusion: love leverage, they have the amazingest show to ever show and a finale better than any other out there. 200/10 would watch again and i am currently penning a love letter to john rogers and dean devlin.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jason Rosenbaum at STLPR, via NPR:

ST. LOUIS — Five states have banned ranked choice voting in the last two months, bringing the total number of Republican-leaning states now prohibiting the voting method to 10. Missouri could soon join them. If approved by voters, a GOP-backed measure set for the state ballot this fall would amend Missouri’s constitution to ban ranked choice voting. Ranked choice voting allows voters to rank candidates and ensures the winner gains majority support, as compared to the vast majority of elections, where someone can win with a plurality of votes. “We believe in the one person, one vote system of elections that our country was founded upon,” Missouri state Sen. Ben Brown, the ballot measure’s sponsor, said in an interview. In the 2022 election cycle, a group of Republicans and Democrats unsuccessfully sought to advance a ranked choice voting proposal in Missouri. That would have instituted nonpartisan primaries for statewide, congressional and state legislative elections. The top four candidates would advance to the general election, where voters could then rank candidates from favorite to least favorite. If someone gets a majority of initial votes, they win. If no one gets a majority, the fourth place contender would be eliminated. And voters who ranked that candidate first would have their vote go to their second choice. This process would continue until a candidate gets a majority.

The Republican war on ranked-choice voting, including in Missouri, is an attack on democracy, as red states have passed preemption laws banning municipalities and counties from enacting RCV.

[running-with-kn1ves]

In The Book Stacks

A/N: This ones fo my 1(one) Ezra lover. Sorry for any typos! link to Part 1.

CW: making out in the library, possessive behavior, forceful behavior (Ezra holding reader captive temporarily)

Word Count:1900

“You're really stubborn, you know that.” 

Dust poofed into the air as you slammed the book in your hands shut, your nose scrunching at the stench of mustiness.

“No one’s in a library at 8 pm on a friday,” Ezra lowered his voice to a whisper. “C’mon, right here.. Right here is perfect.” He planted a kiss to your nape hairline, softly pulling at your elbows from behind. “Who goes to the science-y section anymore, anyway.” 

He kept trying to convince you with that slightly heightened tone, leg pushing between your knees as he trapped you between the bookshelf and him. You were starting to get annoyed, the shadow and humid warmth of his impatient body hovering only inches above you. 

“I swear if you don’t stop breathing down my neck, getting caught will be the last thing you worry about.”

Ezra was unperturbed, giving a little laugh at how pissed off you sounded. What was so wrong about wanting to give a little love to his fiance in the library? Well- soon to be fiance, you didn’t know that part yet. Just give it a few months. Specifically, the May you graduate.

“Ooh, look who’s in a feisty mood. Are you scared of a little audience?  Of our love… being witnessed.” He pecked at your shoulder, tickling fingers grabbing at your sides to make you squirm.

 You put a book you had taken out back in the hole that it had left, shimming closer to the shelf and farther away from your boyfriend’s antics.

“No; I’d just never do something so abWHORant, especially not when I know you, would make an even bigger scene if one of the librarians caught us.” You rolled your eyes, letting out an exasperated goan; he was beginning to tick you off. “What am I even saying? See, you got me distracted again.”

“A little distraction never hurt nobody,” He swayed, pressing into your lower back with his thumbs, massaging the edges of your tailbone that he knew was probably aching from how much standing and searching you've done in the library already. Nobody who didn’t have a chem test tomorrow! you thought. ”Besides, aren’t you tired of searching for this book? We’ve looked in every isle…twice.” 

You didn’t correct him for the intimate touch at first, finding it soothing and seemingly without the devious agenda he was proposing. But that touch soon moved to a caress, grabbing the sides of your hips, pressing them forward as his midriff touched your back. 

“Books plural,” You sighed, sounding more defeated. “Maybe we should just go home; I shouldn’t have made the mistake of letting you come with me.”

Ezra was like a reward you’re supposed to enjoy AFTER doing an important task; you can’t have a reward in the same room with you though, otherwise all you think about is how needily it tempts you. 

“I’ve accompanied you back and forth during this search, don’t you think I deserve a little bit of your time?” Ezra impatiently jabbed, grabbing your hand that was about to pluck another book. You yanked your arm away and pulled out a flimsy textbook off the shelf with it, refusing to acknowledge the tall, desperate creature beside you.

However, it was hard not to regret the harshness of your rejection as soon as you felt the sinking daggers of Ezra’s eyes.“ You know what--No. I’m sick of this. You’ve looked enough for tonight.”

The book was forced out of your hand and hit the floor with a dust-clouded thud, the sound scaring you with its echo bursting around the entire library. It skidded a few feet away from you as a sweetly warm palm concealed your mouth. 

You were ripped backwards into a sturdy body, far warmer than the 69° library air brushing down your shoulders and bare knees. About to flail and hit your way free, a pair of bottom-heavy lips touched your cheek to stop you. 

“I got off work early--ngh, walked with you all the way here,” Ezra wrapped around you, a squeezing snake intent on suffocating its prey. “And paid for your damn fancy coffee. And you won’t give me so much as a middle school kiss?” 

Ezra looked down at you as your head jerked up, his heavy hand nearly blocking your nostrils as you rapidly huffed through them. What was he… going to do? You weren’t particularly afraid, even with his hand covering your mouth as if you were a hostage he was about to violate. But a thought in the back of your mind was scaring you; any sane person wouldn’t act as if they were going to suffocate you just for something so small as refusing to makeout in the library.

Ezra’s clean scent had been watered down by the day’s heaviness, his heavy exhales against your throat making you wonder if he was having some kind of episode. You would’ve elbowed him off if it weren’t for the other arm wrapped completely around your front sight, the anaconda’s tail keeping you pressed flush against its alluring body. 

You liked that he took charge, that he held your hand with purpose and dragged you to come dance at parties. But this… should you have expected it, since he practically controlled every other physical movement of affection in your relationship? …But who in their right mind would expect their boyfriend to rip them close so violently?

 A pained sound left his mouth as it held open, tongue so hesitantly resting against your lower neck, near your shoulder. It twitched, Ezra seemingly unsure of himself in enacting the obscene display. But by the soft shut of his eyes, the arch of his eyebrows in ecstasy-- you wondered if that was really hesitation, or perhaps a poor attempt to snuff his desperation.

‘Maybe he's savoring your last moments before choking you out.’ That extreme, but maybe-not-entirely-wrong intrusive thought murmured inside you. 

His hand shivered as it stroked your cheek, pulsing against your shut mouth. The other thumbing your forearm as it crushed against your body in his grip, keeping it close as you stood stiff as a board. 

A high-pitched groan left your covered mouth, whining to be released as you could hear a hoarse cough of some librarian or fellow stressed student from the other side of the bookcase. You pleaded with Ezra with your eyes, tugging harshly on his thick coat for him to let you go. 

“stay, quiet..” He mumbled, pressing a finger to his wet lips. 

Slowly, his palm raised from your lips as he watched you for any sudden moves.

Taking a deep breath and a pissed punch at his arm, you turned around to face him. 

“That's what I should be saying!” You scream-whisperered. “We're in public and you're acting like a child who can't gotta toy he wants-- I'm not your mommy-!” 

“Shh!” A voice from the opposite side of the book case ushered. 

Ezra grabbed your beating hands, pulling your wrists tight to his chest as you tried to pound against him. 

He seemed to grow small by shrinking down towards you, pulling your softening hands upward. He stared up so earnestly, like he hadn’t just licked a feverish stripe down your neck with a desire sp hungry that he didn’t consider your wellbeing. 

“Sweethearttt,” Ezra leaned down with a whine, his sweetly soft eyes melting him slowly back to what he was before he tried to suffocate you. “I just want to be yours. Just want to kiss you and keep you…close.”

You swallowed looking at him, bending lower than you to get up close from below, nose nearly touching yours as he leaned up. Who was this overly needy person that replaced your already clingy boyfriend? He was acting more impatient than usual. 

Your frustration melted a little on the outside, your curiosity more potent now that you could sense something was off. 

“You’re being unusually obsessed today. Why do you need my attention so badly?”

You swore you saw Ezra’s face drop, mouth fixed into a plain thin line before it was gone in an instant. 

“Why don’t you kiss me and I’ll tell you?” he grinned, bringing your hands up to his ears, burying them into his hair. 

He circled you back to what he wanted again, nuzzling your nose as he waited for your move. He could kiss you, could relish in your skin and smell right here and now with your mouth too preoccupied to scream. But that wasn’t what he wanted. 

“Prove that you love me too. I do so much for you, stay here with you, take care of everyone else for you… can’t you just show that you love me in return?”

His bright eyes crinkled, losing their shine as the grip pressing your fingers into his hair suddenly began to feel like handcuffs. Yet his face never wavered, staring into your eyes as he waited for your move. This was a test; he wanted to love you, but above all he needed to know there weren’t any… Threats. Whether that be your own weak mind or another man. 

“Wha-,” Your mouth hung open, wondering with surprise where this trial was coming from. Did he see you do something and consider it a betrayal? “I..”

The usual Ezra would gaze back and forth evidently between your eyes and lips, a cute grin decorating his uncannily symmetrical face as he leaned in to kiss you. Now, he was a stoic void that waited emptily, expectantly. 

You scoffed, feeling more ridiculous than when you circled this book aisle. “Fine… if it’s that big of a deal.” 

Your untroubled tone tried to brush it off, but you weren’t fooling either of you. 

It didn’t take much further to close the gap, pressing gently against Ezra’s stiff mouth as he kept your wrists tight against him. Well, if you were going to convince him, you couldn’t keep feeling like a prisoner in his hold. You caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, running your hands down to his neck despite his chokehold trying to keep you still. He eventually let go, however not without rough hesitation.

You felt like you were pecking at a statue, the warm aroma of his skin entering your nose as you pressed your face flush against his, tongue licking at his bottom lip with each kiss you tried to convince him with. 

Ezra softened, just the teensiest bit, unable to ignore the sensation of your warm fingers on his jugular, moving to wrap each arm around his neck as you leaned against his broad nose. A slightly satisfied, indulgent groan left him. He felt like a teenager again, making out in the library with his hands flush against the bare skin of your back beneath your jacket and sweater, fantasizing about the curve of your spine and how your inner thighs would taste. 

He melted, opening his mouth for you and kissing back with the fervor of a long distance lover you hadn’t seen in ages. But in reality, you had just had this same needy kissing session last night, much to Ezra’s pushing. He just wanted to convey how much he loved you, how special you were, to never let you feel inadequate or have the need to run to anyone else ever again.  

“Is that..enough.. To convince you--” You tried to speak between his kisses, cut off each time with a wet peck against the corner of your lips. 

The annoyed clearing of a woman’s throat came from uncomfortably close, foot tapping on the ground as the librarian waited for you two to finish. 

[fandomsandfeminism]

So, I have a fun linguistic question for yall.

As you may know, YOU was originally a plural only pronoun. (Thou/Thee being singular. This is why we still say "you are" and not "you is")

When YOU became both a plural AND singular pronoun, this created a lexical gap in English. How do you differentiate if you are asking just 1 person or the whole group "are YOU coming to the party?"

Various dialects of English have created new plural second persons as a response- yall, youse, yinz, etc.

Ok. So. Singular They is becoming more and more broadly used. It's unstoppable at this point, and that's very cool.(Its been in limited use longer than Shakespeare, but the recent broadening of its use is inevitable) But it will eventually have the same lexical gap issue. If Alex uses they/them pronouns, how do you differentiate "are they coming to the party?" (Is Alex coming/ are Alex AND other people coming?)

Will we see new regional plural THEYs form, like we did with YOU?

I propose "Th'all" personally.

[kyzielanzxyri]

In a rich man's world

Masterlist

Mingyu x M!reader

Wherein: sugar daddy mingyu......

Warnings: typos, beginner author, potentially mature content, male on male relationship, possessiveness, crossdressing, implied smut, i cant right legit smut, i didn't proofread this

When Mingyu first saw you, only one thing came into his mind; "wife material." At first, people thought it was weird, a male being a wife? It was new, but nevertheless, he married you, I mean, why would he be affected by what other people thought? After all, him and his brother are heirs to the biggest conglomerates (that's right plural) and massive wealth stretching back generations of generations.

At first he approached you with a proposal, a proposal for you to be his sugar baby, At first you weren't to keen on the idea but you thought it wouldn't hurt if you had extra money.

So the setup started with you being spoiled by him, gifting you with the latest collections of designer brands, bespoke pieces, clothes off the runway, and the finest jewels money can buy.

In return, he would introduce you to his family and would constantly bring you to family dinners and would introduce you as his significant other. You asked why. All he said was that it was just for his inheritance and stuff like that, and you didn't pay much attention to it, but he said his brother, Jaehyun, knew about your setup. This was at the early stages of your setup, and at that time, it was an open relationship as long as you did not flaunt to everybody that you had another lover, but you didn't care about that fact because you weren't interested in being in a relationship yet, same for him.... atleast thats what you thought

Well, that all changed one day when he saw you sitting on Jaehyun's lap with his hand on your legs while you were wearing shorts. Right there and then, he was filled in anger, jealousy, and rage. Why were you, HIS wife, HIS partner, HIS baby, sitting on his brother Jaehyun's lap.

He immediately pulled you by the wrist and drove the both of you to your shared penthouse only for you to be fucked by him so hard that you passed out with you only remembering one thing he said, "you're mine baby, understand hmm? You're mine"

[valiantstarlights]

Reasons Why the 2nd Half of The Sandman S01E06 (The Sound of Her Wings) is a Romantic Comedy:

The protagonist's sister wants her awkward protagonist brother to go out and meet people.

The protagonist has had several relationships in the past, and most (if not all) of them ended badly, enough for his sister to want to intervene.

The protagonist's sister already has someone in mind for him to meet, and she just knows her brother is going to love him. They're gonna be so cute together.

The protagonist does not want his sister to matchmake him with anyone. He's fine! He has a stable, successful career and he's not lonely at all.

The protagonist is reluctant to go out and have fun with his sister, but she manages to drag his ass out of his house.

The two of them are supposed to be having fun, but all the protagonist talks about is his job, and his sister scolds him a bit for being a workaholic and encourages him to live a little.

The love interest makes a bad first impression. (In this case, he calls the protagonist's sister stupid.)

The love interest is unlike the protagonist's previous partners (because he's male and a normal mortal human with no special abilities whatsoever).

The love interest is basically someone the protagonist will never ever in a million years fall in love with. (Or so he thinks.)

A bet happens between the protagonist and his sister concerning the love interest.

The love interest falls in love with the protagonist as soon as their eyes meet.

Because of the bet, the protagonist proposes that he and the love interest must have a series of dates. The (smitten) love interest doesn't know why this beautiful creature wants to see him again, let alone for dates (plural), but he agrees.

This just tackles Dream and Hob's 1389 meeting, but feel free to add more reasons from their later meetings. 🙇‍♀️

[orange-orchard-system]

A Proposal for a Plural Symbol, of Sorts

A while ago, there was a discussion on plural rings (as in, specific jewelry to inform others that you're plural), but I don't think it's caught on much. I think part of the problem may be that it can be difficult to buy or make multicolored rings, as was the suggested symbol (although, for the record, I'm not saying it should just be abandoned if there are those who like and use it as a symbol, just that it's not a very accessible option for a fair amount of people). Therefore, I have thought it over, and I have a new idea for a way to subtly alert others to your plurality:

Make a pattern of colored beads – yellow, pink, blue, green – on a string. You can use just those four, or a multiple of those four, but you should have the same number of each colored bead in that repeating pattern; don't end on yellow, pink, or blue, just green. Then, use that string (with the beads still on it, of course) to make homemade jewelry, such as a bracelet or necklace. Alternatively, ask or commission someone (whether online or IRL) to make it for you.

Why these colors? They're the colors of Emmengard's Plural Rings in clockwise order! A subtle nod to a well-known plural symbol.

Why the simple design? This way, people can either DIY their plural merch or get it cheaply, without spending lots of time, money, or energy getting it.

They're also customizable to a small extent. If you choose to keep the number of beads low, then at the ends you could add symbols to represent your system, or other general plural symbols, with bracelet charms. It would be a great way to add a little personal touch to a community symbol.

After giving this some thought, I'd like to give it a try. Even if it doesn't catch on, it will be a plural symbol that I know the significance of, and that's good enough for me.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Thinking about the fact that Delta!Sans canonically is a plural character cuz he absorbed the Bravery soul and now they share a body and can canonically have soul-to-soul conversations and time kinda freezes for them when they do.

Thinking about how Ultratale!Chara is referred to as Omega and Delta is Delta and thinking about the kiddo tryna call themself Alpha cuz they’re “cool and manly and tough.” But somehow Delta manages to convince the kid to settle on being nicknamed Beta instead, symbolism of being a second-in-command and all that.

Thinking about Delta wandering by stores and getting distracted because the kid spotted some cool boxing gloves or action figures in the glass windows and then Delta shows up late to his meetings with Epic and Color, carrying bags of toys, because the kid started crying when Delta tried to leave without buying them anything.

Or whenever the Epic Sanses hang out, Delta always makes sure to order something sweet for the kid to enjoy because listening to “grown up talk” is boring and not fun and if he doesn’t Delta will be dealing with a headache all evening.

Thinking about Delta trying to keep the kid away from the worse of the fighting and all the worse things that the Multiverse has to offer, because the kid dreams about their death at Asgore’s hands and what it felt like being held in a container for centuries almost every night. But the kid always insists that they’re brave and tough and strong and they can handle everything.

Delta taking every opportunity he safely can to allow the kiddo to be a kid again. Decorating their shared room in their apartment in the Omega Timeline, making a spot in the corner designated for Beta. He sets time aside to allow them to partake in activities of their choosing, such as puzzles, strategy games, and competitive games.

Thinking about Color and Delta hanging up all of Beta’s drawings on their fridge like proud parents, and Color sometimes just sitting and listening to Beta yap to all the other six souls absorbed inside Color because, unlike Beta, they aren’t exactly their own full people anymore but it makes the kid feel less alone.

Letting the kid explore the surface and play in the sun whenever possible, as they spent who knows how many years trapped Underground in a jar. Maybe Delta even gets glimpses of Beta’s memories whenever they dream, the loneliness and claustrophobia of being trapped in a jar. The fear of being hunted down by monsters throughout the Underground and having to face down someone as intimidating as Asgore, the pain and fear of death, experienced through the eyes of a child. A very brave and strong child, but a child nonetheless.

Maybe Beta clung to the few embers of warmth they had when they were living under Toriel’s care, and Delta/Sans gets to see his friend in a new light, but also he gets to make true on his promise by at least keeping an eye on and taking care of Beta when he couldn’t for Frisk.

I think Delta possibly considers what happened to his Frisk a very deep and personal failure, made worse by the Toriel that Beta remembers—because Delta gets to see how much Toriel loved each and every fallen child and he can imagine the grief she felt when they all left and died. I’d like to think that AUs of Asgore, heights, spears, being alone, and enclosed spaces are all fears for Beta, so Delta always tries to reassure them even though they attempt to be brave every time.

So basically both of them are struggling with PTSD, and also Beta with the fact that they’re now in a body that isn’t their own after however many years of not having a body. And also the fact that any friends or family they might’ve had when they were alive are likely dead now, so I’d imagine that Delta would try to search down and visit any graves of Beta’s family whenever visiting Ultratale or any of its variants.

Beta proposes making graves for the residents of the Underground too, probably in the Omega Timeline. And given that Delta is friends with Epic who is friends with Cross who shares a soul with XChara, I can already imagine the trouble that XChara and Beta would get into.

[matenr0u]

Riku: “Taisetsu na hito - Cherished person”

Throughout the series we’ve seen an escalation of Riku’s enduring journey to find the “strength to protect what matters”. It appears to peak in KHIII with “strength to protect someone precious”, but I’m gonna propose that they could some day take it a step further than that. 

I am once again slamming my tiny fistful of evidence and wish fulfilment on the KH meta table.

So as we know this line first appears in BBS when Baby Riku meets Terra and says he wants to protect his “daiji na mono”:

強くなりたいんだ

I want to become strong.

(…)

どうして強くなりたい?

Why do you want to be strong?

大事なものを守れるでしょ

So that I can protect important stuff

友達や みんなを

Like my friend, everyone…

He repeats this in DDD as he fights to save Sora, recalling twice the secret promise he made that day:

大事なものを守れる力

Power to protect important stuff

Finally this culminates in Riku’s KHIII sacrifice, following up from Mickey suggesting that he’s found the strength to protect someone he cherishes.

大切な人を守る強さか—

Strength to protect someone precious—

Which is cool. But there’s room for more, if Squisney decide it won’t hurt their profits to go down that path. Or even if they just feel like addressing at any point the absolute non reaction everyone had to being obliterated on the spot and then Riku dying for Sora. With that in mind, I began to wonder if we’ll see just one more callback later down the line. 

I think there are two possible options. First:

一番大切な人

Ichiban taisetsu na hito / Most precious person

In CoM for example Namine urged Sora to remember his “ichiban taisetsu na hito” — number one most precious person. This one has more of an obvious romantic air I feel. I choose to think Namine was talking about Kairi when she said that but I respect that other SR fans think it’s Riku so I’m including it. If we’re going to hear this one again and in reference to Sora & Riku, we’ll surely get it around the time the necklace theory is inevitably revealed. Either way, it’s already been used in the series, so it’s not a crazy implausible love declaration or anything. It can happen.

I mean, in DDD Riku all but says it when Ven asks:

“Kimi ni totte ichiban taisetsu na mono tte nani?”

“What’s the number one most important thing to you?”

And of course Riku replies:

“Taisetsu na shinyuu”

“My precious best friend”

As far as I’ve noticed, Riku only calls Sora his shinyuu. It’s cute.

Another possible route they could take is:

愛するもの

Aisuru mono / Beloved person

Which sounds far fetched at a glance, but it is what Terra says to Riku during the bequeathing, in response to Riku’s “daiji na mono”.

いずれ選ばれし者として この小さな世界を出て——

Some day, you will leave this tiny world as the chosen one—

俺のもとへたどり着くだろう

You will find me.

その時こそ――

That’s the time—

本当の広い世界——

The real wide world—

愛する者を守る力を教えよう

Will teach you the power to protect the people you love.

“Love” being such a diluted word in EN means it doesn’t convey the gravity of it well at all, but “aisuru mono” is one of the strongest ways you can say you love someone in JP. It can be singular or plural, platonic or romantic, and I’ve seen KH’s fandom war cousins cloti/clerith argue over the use of this term— so it highkey wouldn’t surprise me to see this one used by Riku or someone else in reference to his feelings for Sora. Like, in a ‘vague enough to not offend the unwashed dudebros but can also be read as incredibly romantic’ kind of way.

(By the way, I’ve seen “aisuru mono” or “aisuru hito” translated as “dearly beloved” in some places before, too. So naturally I’m gunning hard for this one. Shoot that probably unintentional symbolic double meaning shit straight into my veins.)

For the reasons above, I personally can envision a realistic pipeline of:

Daiji na mono / Important stuff ->

Taisetsu na mono / Precious thing ->

Taisetsu na shinyuu / Precious best friend ->

Taisetsu na hito / Precious person ->

Aisuru mono, Aisuru hito / Beloved person

or

Ichiban taisetsu na hito / Most precious person

Not to say it will happen in any capacity, but there’s space for it. A ton of weird stuff happened around That Moment, and even if that’s just down to KHIII bunk….. the whole ass Fairy Godmother herself has come to set Riku on a solo mission to make his dreams come true.

The setup is right there if they ever want to take that opportunity to clarify the depth and nature of Riku’s feelings for Sora specifically. 

Riku already promised Terra he’d find the strength to protect someone he loves, which he has now found, and in the case of ‘Aisuru’, I think it would round off that callback to the bequeathing perfectly.

[seravphs]

Let Your Hand Become A Blade So I May Take It

Knight! Gojo x Princess! Reader

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Tags: royal au, forbidden love, mutual pining, princess as a pet name but also a title, betrayal, period typical misogyny, arranged marriage (not in the way you think), complicated relationships with fathers, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, canon-typical but non-graphic violence, minor character death, non-sexual nudity, vengeance, marriage proposals (plural because Gojo is insane), check chapters for more detailed warnings and tags

Act I: Oathbreaker

Chapter One: half agony, half hope

Chapter Two: the beginning of devotion

Act II: **********

Act III: *********

Extras:

Stunning fanart of Knight! Gojo by @jenoutof10 Thank you so much again, I'm never going to forget this!

#re: let your hand become a blade so I may take it

[genderkoolaid]

i like enban but i do wish there was a word equivalent for woman or man for people outside that binary that wasnt based off the word nonbinary though, i dont id as nb for a lot of personal reasons, maybe something like ferman or fehman? with fer/feh being derived from feorh which in old english meant life, breath, living being, or person and the -man suffix being there due to it, as a suffix, meaning person? or possible fohman, though that might be too similar to woman?

or we could cut off the -man suffix and use the full word feorh (or cut it down to feor, which might be more intuitive for the majority of modern english speakers) or something? could potentially switch the e to an a, making the word faor and the plural could be fer?

i kinda like feor as a term in of itself, but im just throwing out some language brainstorming for other people to work with tbh (crossing my fingers that this ask goes through because a lot of mine havent on other blogs lately, and i accidentally got a little too invested in this ask and copynpasting is a pain on my phone)

FUCKING SAME ANON!! I also don't really identify as nonbinary anymore & have a few posts complaining about the dearth of genderqueer nouns that aren't based on NB.

Personally I like the idea of fohman! I think having a word that ends in -man would also be more intuitive for most English speaker (sorry feminism 😔) since it sounds like our other established Gendered Person Words. I also shamelessly love words based in older forms of English. I think we could probably play around with spelling (like feoman/faoman/etc) & also if we use -man, feorh/feor kinda sounds like a cute diminutive (kinda like man/boy and woman/girl?)

In general I'm gonna encourage any proposed genderqueer nouns because we deserve some diverse options damnit. I very much support any efforts to make more genderqueer language & especially nouns that aren't based on NB. Thank you for submitting this anon :]