#scummy bird man

[sleepypandazzz09]

Strange thought but Sebek’s dad is definitely a Isekai protagonist.

Think about it:

He pursued being a dentist in a place where humans are mostly hated probably because he thinks fae are super cool and he wants to help them cause they don’t have a dentist and he wants a challenge when it comes to dentistry

Not to mention his super hot fae wife who could break boulders with her bare hands

And the super scary grandpa he pisses his pants thinking about

Oh the trials of love he went through to get daddy baul’s approval

But truth be told his wife probably didn’t give Baul much of a choice

“Either you let me marry this human or I leave and never come back!”

He basically checks off all the boxes for Isekai protagonist except he’s not op or anything. He’s just living life how he wants to and now he’s happily married with 3 beautiful children.

If this was a manga I would definitely 20/10 read. The usual Isekai manga plots are getting old and their protagonists suck.

Maybe I’ll just make it myself.

[mermaidfanficlibrary]

Lights! Camera! Oh shit. || Yandere Celebrity x Gn Reader

Characters: Ryland

Summary: You caught his eye. Now he wants you. It's as simple as that.

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, stalking

A/n: He's kinda scummy

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Yan Celebrity who is the big name with most companies. Sponsors only the best. Gucci, Prada, anything expensive and he's had his own collection line. He can't help it if he's got a big name and expensive tastes.

Yan Celebrity who meets you at a meet and greet he was hosting to broaden his name. You weren't even there to see him, not in line. You just happened to be wandering around the shopping center.

Yan Celebrity who sneaks away from the table to take a break, but in actuality he's searching for you. It doesn't take him long to find you in a small café. He approaches you, knowing that you must know him from somewhere.

Yan Celebrity who's taken aback by your lack of fascination. You've got a celebrity right in front of you that wants to talk to only you! What do you mean you're not interested?

Yan Celebrity who goes back to his meet and greet because his bodyguard caught him. He's all pouty now and doesn't want to be shaking hands with all these fans.

Yan Celebrity who searches the news later that day to check how is event went but is caught of guard by the headlines. Seems like a few bystanders took pictures of his interaction with you and assumed you were his partner.

Yan Celebrity who for the next few days, stalks your socials and hesitates to reach out to you. But he got a DM from you to clear up the rumors and say you two barely even know each other.

Yan Celebrity who does so but for a price. You two go on a secret date with each other. No news outlets or onlookers, and it would be on him. He's such a generous guy right?

Yan Celebrity who has a date with you within the week. He did make good on his promise and managed to take down all the headlines with some help. Said help stays quiet though.

Yan Celebrity who goes all out for you. Sure he just met you but something in him tells, no, screams at him to be with you. This couldn't be love right? He doesn't do that, not when he's such a famous man with fan clubs dedicated to his name and image.

Yan Celebrity who ends up having very real conversations with you. He gets to know you and you get to know him. The real him. The one that hates sour things. The one that loves birds. The one that hasn't completely let go of his comfort toy he's had since a child.

Yan Celebrity who knows all the same things. It's a trade of information of sorts. But much more intimate. He hasn't had a conversation like this since elementary school.

Yan Celebrity who ends up hanging out with you secretly and more often after that date. He thought it was just because you were good eye candy. He didn't want to admit to himself that he wanted to be vulnerable with you.

Yan Celebrity who is still a bit of a flirt. He can't help it if he can give some fan service back to his fans. He'll bring you along to meet and greets and other events, and he'll flirt with others in front of you.

Yan Celebrity who doesn't understand when you don't get jealous. Do you not like him that much that you would fight for him? Because he would fight for you if he saw you flirting with someone else.

Yan Celebrity who does everything in his power to know what you like. He makes sure that he at least sponsors all the products you use once. It's his way of making sure you remember him. Remember who you are to him.

Yan Celebrity who invites you to special events like premieres of movies or shows he's been a part of. Charity galas, fashion shows, even commercial shoots. He makes you stand to the side with a water bottle for him so he has the excuse to see you in between shoots.

Yan Celebrity who hides the new headlines about you two from you. His help making sure they never reach your phone. He can't have you know the news outlets think you two are together. That would ruin the whole plan.

Yan Celebrity who is very clingy with you after a while. He invites you to his mansion, secretly of course, and all you two end up doing together is cuddling and watching things he's starred in. He is trying oh so hard to impress you.

Yan Celebrity who doesn't care about his audience's reactions much anymore. So what if they were happy about his new role? You weren't, and even if you were, he thinks he wasn't good enough. Nothing is enough or perfect for your eyes.

Yan Celebrity who needs you to keep his career going. He needs to know you'll see every achievement, every roll, every position he's gotten. All of it is now for you. Because of you. Why haven't you seen that yet?

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[yanderenightmare]

ooo just in general who do you like in got/hotd? you mentioned aemond but I'm curious lolz

Spoilers for both GOT/HOTD! Don't read if you aren't caught up with either series!

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, incest, GOT/HOTD in general

♡ fem reader

My favorite character, above all else, is Ramsey. If I get really into writing for this universe, he's definitely gonna be one of my regulars. I love him. So much yandere potential. And he's terrifying. Paired with his little pet Theon. Mmmh. Ramsey makes him lick all the wounds he inflicts on you. Tugs his cock to the sight of it. Cums on you both. Tying you up on the Bolton cross, he makes Theon kneel between your legs to lick your clit until you pass out. You're both his little pets.

Joffrey was also one of my favorites, but I don't know if I could write for him. I find it hard to imagine him being sexual. I'll have to think about that one.

Tommen, on the other hand! Yes, please. Virginal goodie-two-shoes with the power of a King. Yes, God. You may think he's harmless, but no, though a different breed, he's a little psycho, just like his brother. And you're just a poor chambermaid doing your job. He'll apologize when his arousal gets the better of him. But the stress gets to him, you know? It's not easy being the new King. All this responsibility, the realm in shambles, threats to his life left and right. You'll be good for him, won't you? Obey him and let him use you to blow off some steam—you can do that for him, can't you?

The Hound, or Sandor Clegane, is also one of my favorites. Massive and strong as all hell. He has a moral compass, but he doesn't care how he goes about following it. And the journey's long, and the ground is rough, and the night is cold, and he's had to fight twice already to keep you safe. So just shut up and let him make use of you. It's not as if he can't tell you're enjoying it as his fat cock drills your tight cunt. You make all his clothes wet with how much you soak. So don't bother lying.

Jamie and Cersei are also hot. Thinking about being their younger sister. How awfully possessive they are of you. Bringing you to bed with them. Telling you it's only right for family to stick together. How your big sister uses her pretty finger to prep you before Jamie fills your snug cunt up. They coo as you fuss—insisting it's right while making you cum for them.

Tywin is even better. You're his youngest daughter, but he fucks you like you're a common whore and tells you he loves you the most. He'll rant about how immoral the other three are and make you promise you'll never become like them—that you'll stay his good girl and do what he tells you without ever questioning him.

Tormund. He picks you as his wife, and you have absolutely no say in the matter. Scrawny little wildlings that can't even hunt for themselves have no rights. You'll keep him warm in the cold night, and he'll provide for you. Of course, his stamina makes it no easy arrangement. Making you squeal until your out of breath and then some.

Littlefinger. You're a new bird in his brothel, and he's decided you're worth training himself. Yes, he'll teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a man. Make you accept you're nothing but his whore, eager to do everything he tells you without hesitation. A subservient and devoted little slave to your master.

Bronn. If his gold coins can't buy you, he isn't a stranger to getting the things he wants in other immoral ways. Threatening your pretty neck with his knife actually only makes his cock harder. Don't worry. He'll leave you the gold coins anyway.

One of my favorite characters from HOTD is Ser Otto Hightower. What an unbelievably scummy old man! He has you tied up in his bed and doesn't even allow you to wash off his filth without his presence. He's taking all your holes for himself. After all, he's a noble tied into the Royal family, and you, a lowly servant, are his property. Just as he makes use of a washcloth, he'll make use of you. There is no difference.

Ser Criston Cole, as well, uses his gold cloak to make threats. If you know what's best for you, you'll strip on his command, kneel at his feet, and kiss his silver boots before he loses patience.

You obviously try your best to avoid King Aegon. Any pretty chambermaid might be his next victim. And you know, if anyone finds out what he does to you, you'll be the one who's banished from the castle, not him. And that's why, when he has you pressed against his bed, cock already tearing through your tight cunt, you don't say a word. Keeping quiet, you allow him to do whatever he wants each and every time, and then you go about just as silently as if nothing had happened. And that's why you're his favorite. You know your place, and you never forget it.

Larys freaks me the fuck out, but... Allowed little power elsewhere, he makes certain to exercise the vast depth of his power-hunger with you. Yet in the most unorthodox and gross ways possible. Playing with your feet while you cry for him to stop. He looks at you with the most innocent eyes while protruding his tongue, licking your soles slowly before closing his mouth around your toes and sucking fiercely while tonguing the gaps.

Aemond. So much potential here. You're a dragon keeper and one of the very few Vhagar allows in close without burning. You have no idea if it's the dragon or its rider that likes you first. All you know is that Aemond's grip is strong as he takes you hard against the rough old scales of the largest dragon in the world.

Daemon. There's a sadness in his you don't dare provoke. Shivering as you do what he tells you, in all hope it can soothe the dragon within him before it decides to burn you. He can be gentle at times. If you approach carefully enough. But most of the time, he's got trouble in his mind and only one outlet.

[merakiui]

[✎] twisted wonderland masterlist

✿ = nsfw ❀ = sfw ⭑ = yandere ✼ = brain rot (often short drabbles)

a collection of my written works. it will be updated frequently.

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riddle ➳ love me not ⭑❀ ➳ tutor riddle ⭑✿✼ ➳ riddle hits you with his car ⭑✼ ➳ goldfish mer ⭑✼ ➳ more goldfish mer ⭑✿✼ ➳ accidental pregnancy ✼✿ ➳ boyfriend ⭑✿ ➳ getting off to your notes ⭑✿ ➳ fairy-tale felicity ⭑✿ ➳ the birds and the bees ⭑✿ ➳ promising young man ⭑✿ ➳ moros's looking glass ⭑

trey ➳ single father ⭑✼ ➳ everything is going to be okay ⭑

cater ➳ step-brother cater ⭑✼

ace  ➳ to be added.

deuce ➳ to be added.

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leona ➳ to be added.

ruggie ➳ accidental pregnancy ✼✿

jack ➳ to be added.

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azul ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ childhood crush ⭑❀ ➳ princess au ⭑✿ ➳ ceo azul ⭑✿ ➳ contractual fwb ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ magicord mod ⭑✿✼ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ vampire ⭑✼ ➳ clingy, codependent boyfriend ⭑✼ ➳ professor ashengrotto ⭑✿ ➳ ob-gyn azul ⭑✿ ➳ camboy azul ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ his blueberry eyes (anagapesis in paradise) ⭑ ➳ long-distance love ⭑✿ ➳ simply business ⭑✿ ➳ maybe, i'm afraid ✿ ➳ タコの花嫁 ⭑✿ ➳ risky rascality (tsum sex) ✿ ➳ perverse phantasmagoria: a tentacular theatre for the timid ⭑✿ ➳ angels in tibet ⭑✿ ➳ angel/angler ⭑✿ ➳ there is a knock at your door ⭑

jade ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ obsessive fan ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ alpha stalker ⭑✿ ➳ android ⭑✿ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ non-con thoughts ⭑✿ ➳ death row undertow ⭑✿ ➳ monops's reflection ⭑✿ ➳ the most dangerous game [1] [2] ⭑✿ ➳ RABU ⭑✿ ➳ winter woes ⭑✿ ➳ the symptoms of being human ❀ ➳ there is a knock at your door ⭑

floyd ➳ sea glass ⭑❀ ➳ obsessive fan ⭑✿ ➳ preferences ✼✿ ➳ stalker ex ⭑✼ ➳ alpha prince ✿ ➳ serial killer ⭑ ➳ maid outfit ⭑✿ ➳ fluffy floyd & captivity ⭑ ➳ scummy, sleazy floyd ✿ ➳ in captivity ⭑✿ ➳ in captivity (omegaverse) ⭑✿ ➳ ebb and flow ⭑✿ ➳ 애인 in anthill ❀ ➳ chemic ✿ ➳ there is a knock at your door ⭑

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kalim ➳ to be added.

jamil ➳ to be added.

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vil ➳ to be added.

rook ➳ 11:11 — sugar dew sewn anew ⭑

epel ➳ to be added.

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idia ➳ changing alpha to omega ⭑✿ ➳ conditioning ⭑✿ ➳ magic dildo ✿

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malleus ➳ 100% ⭑ ➳ never-ending noctuary; love forevermore ⭑✿

lilia ➳ general & his spoil of war ⭑✼

silver ➳ to be added.

sebek ➳ to be added.

miscellaneous writings ➳ incubus au ⭑✼ ➳ reverse isekai ⭑✼ ➳ apocalypse au ⭑ other writings for this au can be found under the tag twst apocalypse au. ➳ apocalypse au index ⭑ ➳ yandere tsum tsums ⭑ ➳ virginification concepts ✿

rollo flamme ➳ eden ⭑✿ ➳ crow & goat in courtship ⭑✿ ➳ pearl of scarlet, shed of innocence ⭑✿ ➳ terror in threes ⭑✿

fellow honest ➳ terror in threes ⭑✿

skully j. graves ➳ thing ⭑ ➳ terror in threes ⭑✿

[itsa-me-lily]

So I wrote this during my lunch hour in a haze of fruit and inspiration. Thank you @kitsur for reading this over for me to check the ending and in general for hearing me go on my crazed cork board rants some days (most days)

This is a sequel to “That’s My Purse” and I really really encourage you to read part one because it sets all of this up. And maybe read this if the bed comment is confusing. Also thank you @nightunite for the original ask that lead to all this.

Here is the list to Military Program Spouse

Content warning; cheating (kind of. It’s more non monogamy I guess and it’s very debatable if it’s even ethical because I really don’t think Simon would explain his arrangement to a stranger), fatphobia, misogyny, “bro language”

Alright, he could admit it. You weren’t the worst person to be married to. Though you were certainly in the running for most annoying. Always had some smart comment to say, acting like it was an Olympic sport you were aiming for gold in. Sometimes Simon just wanted to eat his beans on toast in god damn peace. Was that too much to ask for?

So yeah you seemed to always run your mouth with him, but sometimes you did say things that made logical sense.

He didn’t care about the whole demi-whatever thing you had explained to him, even if it sparked some sort of recognition in the back of his brain. You didn’t want to have sex with him, so he didn’t want to have sex with you, simple enough. And he could appreciate that you didn’t want the entire base to know he was being cuckholded, however willingly. Though he didn’t really care what people around him thought.

But he’d give what he got. The few times he did find someone that held some interest to him, in some after mission bar, he at least made sure there wasn’t a surface level connection to the base, or you. He’d go back to their place and then act like he had just gotten back from the mission when he went home the next morning. It didn’t seem to bother you and he’d figure you’d appreciate the extra night in the bed and not the pull out.

The first time he tried though, Price nearly put him on his ass. Pulling him to the alley outside the pub and shoving him against a wall, demanding to know if Simon was the kind of man to ignore his vows just to get his dick wet. Trying to explain your agreement with Price went phenomenally awful, and the captain wouldn’t look at him different until all three of you sat down and you confirmed that you were indeed okay with it.

And then of course it had to happen all over again with the other two chuckleheads he worked with. By the time you were having your third sit down with Soap you’d just handed him some informational pamphlet you cooked up. Always had to be cheeky you did. He didn’t think they really understood, but as long as they didn’t look at him like he was a scummy bastard he didn’t care.

So every now and again he’d find someone to follow back to theirs, just to blow off some steam, get rid of the twitch that lived under his skin. The sex was okay. Nothing to write home about. It got the job done.

It was what Simon was planning to do tonight. There was already some bird leaning against the bar, giving him the stare as she nibbled on the end of her drink straw. Plump little thing. But before he could get up to start his advance, voices behind him broke out in the loud drunk way young twenty-something men did when they had too much liquid courage.

“Listen man, pussy is pussy even in the dark”

“Yeah but you got some balls to go after Riley’s wife.”

That stopped him, keeping him glued to his seat. What’s this about you? Judging how Soap’s bottle paused at his lips though, Simon wasn’t the only one to hear it.

“Yeah well she found your balls lacking bro.”

There was mocking laughter from the table behind him. At least Simon wasn’t the only one catching casualties from your mouth. He was going to let it go, maybe just see who they were to keep in mind, when the ring leader decided to seal his fate.

“Yeah yeah. Fat cow’s acting all tough now but she’ll be begging for it sooner or later.”

No Simon didn’t notice how his grip tightened around his beer, tight enough that his fingertips turned white.

“Dude you think?”

No one in the vicinity heard how Simon’s chair scrapped violently against the ground as he stood up.

“There’s no way Riley is fucking that. Even with back shots she’s-”

No one at the other table expected Simon Riley to appear out of thin air, heavy hand coming down with a crushing force onto the man stupid enough to slander your name. Pearson. Of course it was. Jackass who thought he was god’s gift to everyone because Daddy had a bit of money and some girls let him stick it in once.

Yes, you had to have the last word all the fucking time. You had too much shit, and he honestly thought you were a little too obsessed with your guinea pigs.

But you always met him head on. Was so unapologetically yourself, laughing so loudly at terrible jokes even he got startled now and again. You respected who he was, how he was. Like hell he was going to let some personification of a left ballsack talk about you like that.

“She’s my wife”

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[cowboymenace]

Speculating About Ric Flair

Now I doubt that Ric Flair or his people will find this write up but I'm gonna be using the word allegedly a lot because I will be speculating about what Ric Flair is really doing in AEW.

On October 25th, 2023 Ric Flair would be revealed as Tony Khan's gift to Sting as a part of Sting Retirement Story. Sting and Flair are one of the most iconic rivalries in Wrestling History, the two even wrestled on the very last Nitro. This should have been met with rejoicing, right? No. Many online fans voiced their displeasure with the signing of Flair citing the sexual assault that occurred on the infamous plane ride from hell. This incident became much more well known due to the Darkside of the Ring series covering the whole ordeal. There's also Teddy Long going on the record stating that Flair had said heinous slurs to him and has yet to apologize

What's even worse in my opinion is Tony Khan dunking on Vince McMahon's alleged history of sexual misconduct, and yet still bringing in Flair anyways. It makes it apparent that Tony does not care about the victims, and was scoring a cheap dig against his competitor.

Another layer to this, is the promotion of Flair's brand of energy drink. I will not be mentioning its name nor its image since that would be indirectly promoting it as well. Each week now, there's a portion of the entrance stage dedicated to promoting the drink. The commentary desk has three cans of different flavors on display. It feels so bleak and dare I say carny. This is a major strike against Tony Khan's credibility about a promoter.

On the November 29th episode of Dynamite, Ric Flair would cut a promo backstage. The promo went on and on, you just can't help but to feel some iota of sadness watching this shell of a man trying to recapture faded glory. Watch for yourself if you wish, just be warned it's bleak.

The reaction was brutal. So much so that now Flair is threatening to leave. Fellow veterans like Chris Jericho (who punched a female fan in 2008) and Stone Cold Steve Austin (who beat Debra, something he pleaded no contest to) voiced their support. Something something birds of a feather.

On Jericho's end, this is insane. He narrated each episode of Darkside of the Ring. He read out loud what Flair did. This makes him incredibly scummy, but I digress. Back to Flair

Flair has also stated that younger talents have not approached him for advice. This is adding to the criticism of the AEW lockerroom being full of young guys who do not take older veterans' advice, but Taz has dispelled that.

If anything, this tells us that no one wishes to interact with Flair. Why should they? They know about his history and how he seems to not have atone for it. Why is this man getting a paycheck in a company that is trying its hardest to remove toxicity from the lockerroom? I do not blame those avoiding him like the plague.

So this seems like a misreading of the room by Tony Khan, and a huge waste of time for Ric right? But what if this was the goal?

In 2009 Ric Flair was brought into ROH as an authority figure. Flair had just finished his retirement run in the WWE and was moving on. However, Flair would No-Show after being paid

Flair was paid 35K for the position and was going to get 10K per appearance. He took the money and left. ROH then responded by announcing a lawsuit.

Recently Ric Flair was on an episode of Kill Tony, a comedy show where a panel of veteran comedians and celebrities would judge one minute sets by amateurs. His appearance was odd. He was slurring his words and would not engage with the show. He would ramble on about donating time and he then went on to leave in the middle of the show. It was bizarre, could it have been he was not anticipating how mean the show is to participants. Or did he figure he got paid anyway and just dip? Now I am merely speculating, I am not sure if Tony paid him or this was a favor. I can imagine anything with Flair requires payments but again I'm just speculating.

Now this brings us to Flair in AEW. Is Flair looking for an exit after getting some money out of Tony Khan, who happily gave it to him? This is what I believe is Flair's current move. He has a history of not fulfilling his commitments, and he may just be doing it again, allegedly, parody, in minecraft. Satire.

If Flair does leave I hope that this is a lesson to Tony never meet your heroes, they may try to rip you off (Allegeldy!!!!)

[writebackatya]

i wanted to ask, why beauty and the beast as your favorite disney movie? do you have any specific memories with it?

There might be some childhood bias but man I do love the Disney Renaissance era. I was born near the end of that era so I did have a certain fondness. Mind you I have vivid memories watching both Tarzan and Mulan in theaters and the rest on VHS and DVD with my siblings

For the longest time I’d say Aladdin was my favorite Disney movie of all time and I think it might be the one I watched the most, but when I was in my teens Beauty and the Beast became my favorite because it’s just the best in my humble opinion

I love everything about it!

The music numbers are wonderful! The Disney Renaissance in general has a lot of wonderful music!

Every movie from that era I will admit have some bangers. The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, The Lion King, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Hercules, and Mulan; all great stuff! But I admit all of them have song or two that just don’t really do it for me as much as their others. Doesn’t mean I hate them though. (The only songs I genuinely hate out of these movies are Les Poissons from The Little Mermaid and A Guy Like You from The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

But Beauty and the Beast! Every song is a banger and not a drag and moves the story forward! First you got it’s opening number: Belle! I just love it’s energy and how it introduces its main characters! It’s so good it gets another reprise and you don’t know how often I’ve sung “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere” in public. Twice. Once at work

And Gaston!? An amazing villain song. It’s so ridiculous, makes you wanna sing along and do all the voices, and it captures our villain’s scummy ways so well! And the reprise!? So good! Just love how sinister it becomes while still being so jovial!

Be Our Guest!? Yes please! The supporting cast in this movie is so good and this song is a great showcase of these characters, specifically Lumiére and Cogsworth! Lumiére with his excellent showmanship and Cogsworth just slowly getting into while being on the end of a lot of slapstick! Don’t worry, Mrs. Potts will get her time in the spotlight soon but we get a small taste of her singing talents in this one!

And how about Something There!? Whenever it’s a beautiful winter day this song will always play in my head! And it’s funny to think that one of the previous scenes before it was the Beast fighting off those wolves in the snow! When all of that was kinda scary and he was still seen as somewhat of a threat! But look at him now! Birds love him! He has a gentle side! And he sucks at snowball fighting! It’s funny! Oh and his voice! So damn good! And Belle’s singing is still just as beautiful as ever

If we’re talking extended edition I do really enjoy Human Again which is a great addition to the soundtrack! The beast’s servants deserve their own song singing about what they want

And now. The main event. The titular song. Beauty and the Beast sung by Mrs. Potts herself!! God this song is so beautiful! Angela Lansbury’s voice is phenomenal; it’s so loving and caring and soft! (Also absolutely great blend of 2D and 3D animation in this scene! So well done!)

Funny to think about that the final song (besides the reprise) is the Mob Song. But yeah! This song is damn good too! Like I love the Beast but this fear mongering song is such a banger and shows Gaston’s manipulative side so damn well. And let’s not forget the servant’s side as they head into the final battle! Good stuff!

I love all the characters in this movie! Belle is a great protagonist, the Beast has development that you just love to see happen, Gaston is the most fun villain to ever come from Disney, and the supporting characters are great at stealing scenes

I remember there was a time on the internet where everyone just seemed to have this whole “Yo! Fuck the Disney Renaissance movies” and just had a whole bunch bad takes such as Belle being a horrible person, Gaston is a good person, the infamous Stockholm syndrome take. I guess that pushback just made me love it more. Not to say the movie shouldn’t have its critics but i just felt those arguments were always weak and either ignored details from the movie or just added something that wasn’t in the movie

In the 8th grade, I was in my school’s musical of the Disney version! I played Monsieur D’Arque (the asylum guy) and my big solo moment was “He’ll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wonder free”. I was friends with a lot of the leads already so this musical was a lot of fun for me

And recently on my trip to Disney World I got to eat at the Beast’s Castle

So yeah. I love this movie. It’s my favorite. But I admit there is some bias to it but who cares!? There’s always bias when it comes to opinions

[starsechoes]

random hc time go: wrio edition (with some spicy ones included for sinday)

he's thirty-nine/forty-ish. i haven't decided yet but he's bee-keeping dad age, for sure. idc what's "canon" he's closer to middle age than he isn't.

an extroverted introvert. he is charming when he needs to be, but enjoys his own company, or the company of a select few when he wants to relax.

his sexuality is sure, why not. not hyper-sexual but what's going on downstairs or how someone identifies is the least of his concern.

what IS his concern is if said person is comfortable to talk to and doesn't put on a front. a prison warden, he's seen some scummy people, nothing really shocks him. he hates when people are fake, more than when people try to do good for the wrong reasons.

as an add on ^^ he DOES find a unique pleasure in striping someone of their mask/exterior to find the gooey center. you may be one way with others, but you won't with wrio. don't let wrio know your weakness because he will exploit it to reveal your true intentions.

real scrappy kind of guy. when it comes to a life-or-death fight, honor is for the birds. he will do what is necessary to survive, he always has.

a legs/thigh man. choke him between your thighs and he'll die happy.

the gruff exterior doesn't translate to the bedroom; he's attentive, praising, and a bit of a talker. and by bit i mean a lot. if you're embarrassed by dirty talk then good luck, wrio does not shut up.

being down in the fortress most of the time, he's not off screwing anyone that proposes him; he's got a job to do. but has been known to find comforts in the city if he's feeling the urge. it's just not often he feels the urge.

[sorta-adultish-momma]

The First Pact

Paring: Mammon x GN!MC.

Summary: Levi's plan felt a little... what's the word? Scummy. And MC knows what it's like to feel cornered, to feel like the demons are closing in on you just for being yourself. So if they were getting this pact, it'd be on their terms.

Warnings: MC is gender-neutral and AFAB; breasts are mentioned; there is slight gore; demonic aggression; human lives are threatened; Levi lets a little of his pervy side out.

“It’d make him?” the human asked, hand curling just a little bit tighter around the plastic card in their hand. Something about that concept just… didn’t sit well with them. “What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” Leviathan exclaimed, practically vibrating in his smug ‘checkmate’ status over his brother. “No matter how much he might wish to resist, he’d be forced to follow his master’s orders. He’d be strung along like a puppet while gathering all the money he owes me. Oh man, this is going to be fantastic!”

MC watched the elder demon before them, supposedly one of the strongest beings in this realm, and watched the resignation bleed into blue eyes. They watched as the line of his shoulders tightened, the tension of waiting for the guillotine to drop. They watched as that same tight line of his shoulders sagged, the heavy weight of anxiety and reservation pulling him down.

Leviathan continued to daydream and ramble, a background noise of exploitation of their pact. A pact that they already feel a territorial defense of, possessiveness of a non-existent claim curling around their heart. They don't want to analyze that, don’t want to introspect on themself, not with Leviathan’s own possessive lilt hanging in the air. So they analyze the fuming demon before them, still supplicating himself on his knees. MC tracks the way blue eyes steadily darken, hardening to sapphires, gold flecks vanishing. MC tracks his own stare, the way he hasn’t taken his eyes off the card in their hands since he spotted it. How even when pleading to Leviathan he never looked away, reminding them of a bird of prey honed in on its next meal. MC tracks how energy is humming in the room, manifesting in twitches and fidgets along his arms, fingers itching to possess, to claim, to hoard.

They don't even realize they've drawn ‘Goldie’ closer until his eyes snap up to meet their own and they find themself drowning in molten gold.

“Why are you letting him manipulate you like this,” the white-haired man growled. The consonants and vowels of his words tumbled past his lips, grating along his throat and his teeth before they fell on their ears. His voice echoed with aggression and disdain, clearly vexed by the events of the evening. Assumedly vexed by them. Yet, he did not take out that hostility on them, despite the ease he could have. It’s not like Leviathan would have stopped him, it’s not like they could’ve stopped him, it’s not like anyone would really mourn them, it’s not like anyone truly thought they'd survive the first week of this fucked up experiment.

And yet, and yet… all Mammon did was glare at them with those glinting, golden eyes.

“You’re the Avatar of Greed, right?” MC asked slowly. They were shifting, glacially, imperceptibly closer to Mammon. It was almost magnetic, his pull, their drawl. There was a subtle desire in the back of their mind that was urging them to continue their analysis just that extra one, two, five inches closer to the primordial being. But they weren't the only one being drawn into an orbit. With every syllable that drips like honey from their lips, there is another shift from the elder demon, another centimeter bringing him closer to the human. MC dimly registers somewhere in the recesses of their head that the draw to him is probably a predatory instinct on his part. They're vaguely aware enough of it enough to question what his excuse is for being drawn to them.

His lips curl in a snarl, something almost defensive tainting the corners of his lips and dripping from his canines. “Yeah, that’s me, the Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.”

“Then money’s your thing, right? Excessive material goods, shiny new toys, collecting and hoarding for the sake of just having,” their voice is light and airy, open curiosity apparent in the cadence of their lilting accent. They have captured both of the demons' attention now, Leviathan narrowing his eyes on their retreating figure as they continue their line of questioning. “A never-ending craving, that’s your whole shtick?”

MC finds themself some measly feet away from the older Avatar. Well within striking distance (they are aware that the whole kitchen is ‘striking distance’ for both of them).

“What do you want, human?” The words are poisonous, bright and flashy venom he makes no attempt to disguise. Instinctively, they know their body recognizes a threat and knows their heart is racing as it pumps adrenaline through their system. But they've always been stubborn, and as much as their body wants to survive, they want to make something clear. The need to demonstrate something intrinsic about themself is overwhelming. And if one of the demons in the room kills them because of this, at least they went out on their terms.

They hold the card out to Mammon.

Nobody reaches for it.

So they extend their arm the slightest bit farther, loosening their grip just the slightest bit more. “Here. No strings, no pact necessary.”

The reaction is explosive. Mammon snatches the card from their hand, moving so quickly they are barely able to comprehend the motion. Leviathan screeches, hands slamming the island between him and the human. His form flickers, fraying at the edges as indignation physically coalesces around him. His vitriolic, vermillion eyes were snapping between them and his brother, assessing, calculating, strategizing. They settle on the human.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice faintly echoes, like the subtle reverb of waves crashing in a seaside cavern. The words crawl out of a mouth with teeth a little too long to pass as human anymore. It’s intimidating.

MC stares down Leviathan, shoulders rolled back and their chin lifted in proud defiance. It is the same way they stared down that demon that was intent on harassing them on the walk to the dorm this afternoon, thinking he’d found an easy target without a brother by their side. It is the same way they stared down their professor in their Demonology 101 class, attempting to make an example of humanity’s inferiority using them. It is the same way they stared down motherfucking Lucifer Morningstar himself, daring to tell him ‘no’ a mere hour into their new life in the Devildom.

Leviathan might be intimidating, but they have a fucking point to prove.

“I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.”

“You think you have a choice?” His eyes have slitted, claws gouging the countertop. “You think a disgusting normie gets to make decisions? You don’t know your place. When I say ‘fetch’, you fetch. When I say ‘give me that’, you fork it over. When I say ‘wear a maid costume’, you say ‘yes, Master’. When I say ‘drown’, you choke on seawater. And when I tell you to make a pact with Mammon, you make the fucking pact.”

His shadow curls throughout the room, snaking its way around their own. His voice had deepened, the echoing quality magnifying, tidal waves beating against a cliffside. His voice slithered into their mind, coiling around their thoughts and dragging them down. And yet, and yet…

“Get used to disappointment Leviathan,” MC responds. Calm, collected, unfazed.

The Avatar of Envy lunges.

A hand grabs their wrist, nails pricking at the sensitive skin like talons snagging on wool, and the world blurs as they are pulled, yanked, catapulted into a hard chest. A crashing, snarling, howling sound comes from the place they just stood. A hand is placed on their sternum, steadying them along with the arm wrapped so tightly around their waist. MC opens their mouth, ready to protest, to demand, to bite an explanation out of the demon holding them, but that is not what happens.

What happens is MC bites their own tongue, blood pooling, the coppery taste is invasive on their taste buds. Their jaw seizes, clamping down the scream building up. They have too much survival instinct, too much common sense, too much pride. Too much of everything coursing through them to allow themself to show fear in the face of the demon whose fingers have curled into their flesh. His nails - no, his talons - pierce their skin enough to bleed. The blood drips down them, spilling from their wound and from their mouth, painting their torso with it. MC's eyes are wide and panicked, locked on Mammon’s that burn brighter with every rumbling growl that slips past his lips.

Soon it is not just his eyes burning, something shiny catching in their peripheral. They try to look, try to turn their gaze onto something new, but are unable to pull away from the gold pooling behind strands of white hair. Their chest is still bleeding around his claws, but what once was dark, mesmerizing crimson is becoming viscous precious metal. It chugs through their veins, taking time to reach every cell, every atom of their mortal flesh with its molten heat.

Right when they think they’ll have to swallow their pride and whimper a plea of mercy, the gold in their veins rapidly pulls back, collecting and pooling in their left pectoral. Shapes paint themselves in a frenzy in the area directly above their heart, spanning from the bottom of their breast to their collarbone, from their sternum to their underarm. They can not understand them, can not even look at them trapped as they are in the second-eldest’s stare, but they know the gold tattooing itself into their skin, into their muscles and sinew, into their very soul. They know the sigils spell out a claim for every living thing in all the realms that they belong to the Avatar of Greed himself.

Finally, Mammon releases them, hand retracting after a soft pat over the area he’d been carving himself into, eyes drifting down their frame to take in the mark for himself. MC takes a moment to breathe, to recalibrate, to reassess the situation. They notice that they are pressed up against the wall, Mammon’s lanky frame crowding them (shielding them). With his attention diverted, they are able to see Leviathan hovering in the wake of his destruction, considerably calmer but still glaring at them. Though his obvious annoyance is not enough to stop him from trying to see around his brother to see the pact mark for himself.

Speaking of, MC finally has the wherewithal to take a look at the damage done to them, softly gasping at what they see. First, where they know there should be deep gashes from Mammon’s attack on their chest, they find wounds stitching themselves back together, not even leaving behind a scar. Second, the glittering shapes inked into their skin are captivating. The mark is massive, with symbols and glyphs and demonic lettering radiating out from a central focal point. With how low that focal point is in the overarching design of the mark (directly in front of their heart), the overall design reminds them of a rising sun. Mammon is tracing a specific line of letters near the center, and it is absolutely fascinating how there is no raised or irritated skin. It’s almost like a birthmark, an intrinsic part of themself that has always been there, despite its recent origins.

Leviathan’s soul-escaping screech causes them both to finally pull away from their little bubble. Mammon is instantly crowding them again, pressing them behind him as his hackles rise. MC’s guard is up as well, wiggling their way to the white-haired demon’s side so they can assess any threats for themself. They place a reassuring hand on Mammon’s arm, and something flares up deep within their soul in response.

Leviathan goes even redder once he can fully see MC, slamming his hands over his eyes and dropping into a crouch, curling in on himself until he closer resembles a steaming ball more than an ancient cosmic entity. They cut a glance to Mammon, who has marginally relaxed by now and offers them a classic ‘I’ve got no clue’ shrug. They do not have to wait long for Leviathan to inform them of what exactly was wrong.

“PUT YOUR 3D TIT AWAY!”

MC blinks. They look at Mammon. Mammon blinks. They both look down at MC's chest. Sure as shit, their already baggy and loose shirt was yanked down far enough on their left side that their whole left boob was just… out. One of them must have moved the shirt aside to investigate the mark better. They look back at Mammon. Mammon begins blushing so hard they can feel the heat simmering off of him from here.

Casually, MC fixes their shirt.

“Thanks, by the way”. They were addressing Mammon specifically, but they spoke to the room at large, considering both of the high and mighty demons had turned into blushing maidens and were studiously avoiding looking in their direction. The same powerful demons, mind you, that were just willing to show off their dark prowess and skills to intimidate the human in the room not even thirty or so minutes ago. Yeah, those demons. They continued despite no visual acknowledgment. “You absolutely did not have to do that, but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Mammon glanced at them, mustering up some of his usual bravado. “Yeah, well, you better be grateful, human. Not every day the Great Mammon deems a mortal worthy of his pact.”

“You made a pact with a witch two months ago for 2,000 grimm.”

“OI!”

The brothers began fighting, wrestling with the intent to pester, not harm, and MC watched. A fond smile found its way onto their face, a warmth suffusing through their system at the chaos of the kitchen. Absent-mindedly, they rubbed their new mark, thinking over the events that just transpired.

What Leviathan had just said, about the witch, something about it stuck with them. Sure, it was a comment meant to showcase what Mammon is willing to sell his pact for, and how frequently those exchanges seem to happen. But… why form a pact with them then? He didn’t take anything from them, they were pretty sure they would feel a claim on their very soul, and it still felt like it belonged to themself. Hmmm, puzzling no doubt, but they were content to let the man keep his secrets.

Be grateful, human.

That’s an order from their demon they think they can follow.

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A never-ending craving, that’s your whole schtick?

No strings, no pact necessary.

I’m not going to manipulate someone into forming a pact with me. End of.

Hours later, those words are still rattling around in his head. It was damn annoying, constantly thinking about what happened in the House of Lamentation kitchen last night. He didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to think about how their words had dripped like honey through his veins, didn’t want to think about how something deep in him snarled at the idea of Levi hurting them, didn’t want to think about how his soul felt like it settled when his power melted their blood.

If he had thought about it in the moment, he could have argued away his brothers’ taunts at the breakfast table this morning. For every claim of ‘now you’re really stuck with them,’ he’d argue that he could do his job of babysitter better. And he could, hell with the pact he could do his job (or punishment depending on who’s asking) more efficiently through the pact. He’s supposed to protect them, and now he can locate them at a moment’s notice with just a little tug on the ephemeral string tying them together. Honestly, Lucifer should be praising him for taking this assignment so seriously.

He didn’t want to think about how he hadn’t been thinking about it in the moment. He didn’t want to think about how he was running on instinct when he sank his claws into their flesh and began the spell that bound them to him and him to them. He didn’t want to think about how he just gave away his pact, without taking a single thing from them in exchange.

“MC, sweetie, you’re going to rub your skin raw if you keep at it,” Asmo said, jolting both the human and demon out of their thoughts. Mammon glanced over and pointedly ignored the flush building on his face. It’s not like seeing them tracing the letters spelling out his name did anything for him.

He isn’t going to think about the voice in the back of his head purring at the sight. He isn’t going to think about how his sin curls around the pact bound in his soul and whispers ‘mine’.

No, for now, Mammon is just going to take his human by the hand and drag them to R.A.D. He’ll save all that thinking for later.

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

The Boy and the Heron Review

I originally did not intend for this to be a review but the more I wrote about it the more I realized this might as well be a review.

I saw the Boy and the Heron and was considering reviewing it, but I saw other people's takes and it made me think I should rewatch it to catch any possible deeper meanings I may have missed. Everybody seemed to be gushing over this movie. It felt like Studio Ghibli's greatest hits in both a good and bad way. It's meant to be a celebration of Ghibli's work but also doesn't feel as strong as some of their previous work. Like you have the usual Ghibli tropes like: The Ghibli heroine, the food preparation scenes, the cute spirit things that resemble other tiny, cute forest creatures from Princess Mononoke and those dust creatures form Spirited Away. It repeats these tropes, but it doesn't have the same impact for me personally as their previous films.

I thought it was going to be anti-Imperial Japan in the beginning since it takes place during WW2 but it doesn't really dwell on it. Instead, it portrays civilian life during the war in a matter-of-fact sort of way. Which is interesting since Miyazaki usually makes it very obvious how anti-war he is in his movies.

The intro with the hospital fire is amazing and the animation is something I've never seen Ghibli do before. With the way the flames and smoke distort Mahito's perception of everything around him. For me it's one of the standout features of this film that make it unique.

There are also bits of meta commentary on Studio Ghibli and Miyazaki's legacy using the old man and the fantasy world he created. He leaves it to his descendant but it's too late and the place just collapses in on itself. Some see this as a metacommentary about Miyazaki's relationship with his son or his employees, but I feel like that might be reading too much into it. I guess the way I would interpret that ending is you can't live in the fantasy world and must move on with your own life. For the metacommentary part I guess it's Miyazaki realizing his studio will collapse without him and that his fans should move on with their lives. (The impression I get of Miyazaki is that he has no successor at all). That or just make their own fantasy as Mahito still has a piece of the fantasy world with him after he leaves it.

Also, some people on twitter were saying the parrots were allegories for anime fans or pretentious Ghibli fans who just consume everything in sight. You could interpret it that way but I feel like that's reading way too much into it.

In speaking of birds the Heron is probably the most interesting and fun character of the bunch. He is so bizarre and his voice is just so weird, growly, scummy and funny. It was surprising that he kind of drops out half way through the movie.

Mahito and the kid version of his mom don't interact as much as I would have liked them to. Mahito clearly misses his mom and gets this opportunity to talk to her and bond with her but they never take that chance. It's a shame because you could get some good character drama with that, but they never explore it. The kid version of his mom is very much a typical Ghibli heroine. She is a tomboy who is capable as the men and is adventurous. There's not a ton to her character which is a shame since there is potential to explore her given the way all the other characters talked about her when she was still alive. The kid version of the mom is not bad but not that new or interesting either.

It's good but not as good as some of their other films like Princess Mononoke, Spirited Away, Castle in the sky, Porco Rosso or Princess Kaguya. It tries to be like those movies but doesn't have the same impact or energy for me tbh. It has the skeleton and some of the muscle for a good story but it's missing those connecting tissues and tendons to make it complete. I get the general story for this movie is that Mahito misses his dead mother but he must learn to move on with his life. But it's not explored as well as it could have been.

Perhaps it's just my own mindset when I saw this movie, but I didn't feel that same magic or mystique in this movie compared to the other Ghibli films I have seen. I'm aware that not all Ghibli movies are masterpieces. For example, the Cat Returns is what I consider to be a mid-level Ghibli movie. It's fun and never feels like it's trying to be a masterpiece. But the Boy and the Heron feels like it wants to be a masterpiece but doesn't reach that same mark as something like Spirited Away or Porco Rosso. It feels like a Ghibli's best of reel for better or worse.

[juurensha]

2023 Fic Recap

It's close to the end of the year again, and while I do have a little piece ready to post for the New Year, all my fic for this year has been posted, so let's do a recap post now! According to Ao3, I've written 124,187 words this year. It's obviously not counting the many WIPs I have socked away that aren't done yet, but good enough considering this was a pretty difficult year for me this time!

Most popular fics by kudos this year: my love language is fighting, bickering, and caring, Marriage isn’t a Game (it’s a fight that we’re both going to win), Thirst Traps Not Feelings: The Grindr Fic, crocodiles are not nurturing (but they certainly protect their young), and kissing in the rain (while locked up in the zoo’s bird enclosure)

New fandoms written for this year: One Piece (both the manga/anime and live action), Glory (the Long Qi webnovel), Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order series, Eyeshield 21, and Barbie (2023 film)

(no fandom tags created this year)

Total new fics written: 17

Favorite fic written this year: I think this year, just based on how many times I've reread it myself, it's going to have to be my Eyeshield 21 fic, dissonant notes can combine into a beautiful song (and other stuff my weirdo boyfriend says). I just had so much fun cramming all my favorite E21 pairings into it, and it's such a fun whacky cast to play with. Sadly, the fandom is pretty dead, but supposedly the manga-ka is going to release a new chapter in the new year, so who knows!

Hardest fic to write: I think this year that's going to have to be Nightsister: Dawn, not really because of the fic itself but because around the same time I was trying to finish it before Jedi: Survivor released, a lot of things happened in my life, and afterwards, I really wasn't in the headspace to write. I actually had more planned out for this fic (there was originally going to be some smut), but afterwards, when Jedi: Survivor also released and kind of turned my fic into an AU, I just wasn't feeling it anymore. However, I did already have 10k written, and I didn't think what I already had was too bad, so I decided to just wrap it up and post it. I still really love Cal/Merrin, so maybe I'll write more for them in the future, it was just bad timing around this one.

Most self-indulgent fic written this year: So, both My family’s purple water yao has dragged off a silver cabbage and Scum Man Gege Knows Best are fierce contenders for the title, since one is a happy WTA AU fic where everything is fine and dandy, while the other is a cultivation AU for Glory, featuring all my headcanons of my favorite scummy gege, but in the end, I think the title has to go to See you in the stars (and recite some love poetry together). I know not many Tianbao fans have watched Dimension 20's Starstruck Odyssey or know what the Starstruck universe is, but I had so much fun sticking Tianbao into the zany retro scifi world of Starstruck and including all my favorite tropes in the quest to get both Longjun and Langlu together.

Most underrated fic this year: Even though I just posted it, I think that's going to have to be A Violet By Any Other Name. I knew it wouldn't get much attention considering it's mainly about a minor female side character, and that the basis of the fic comes from an offhand Q&A session by Oda (and that the main character doesn't even have a tag with her real name in Ao3, my god), but I really wanted to explore her feelings about romancing and working for the enemy for more than a decade. Personally, I think I did a good job with it!

Original Work published this year: I managed to get my "A Haunted Person" short story published in a Gothic Romance anthology, which was very exciting for me. Also had my horror story "What Comes Up From the World Below" get published by Haunted Word Press in their Ghoulish Grimoires Issue 6.

Fic Plans for Next Year: Hahaha, reading my plans from 2022 for this year, I realize that I....basically didn't follow any of them, but to be fair, WIP's pop up, and you just never know! I actually still am working on that Yugi/Kaiba piece; it's currently sitting at 20k with just a love confession, so it's....long going. I really would like to finish that at the start of next year and then figure out how to split it out and post it! Besides that, there's an AU Choso/Junpei fic I'm working on that I hope will be fun, and a Jason Todd/Dick Grayson fic that's an ongoing project that I pick up occasionally. I really do want to do that Gaara/Naruto I Ship My Adversary x Me AU piece eventually as well, but I know that one would be multi-chaptered, so we'll see what my schedule is like next year. I would also like to eventually write a post-canon LawLu piece, but I kind of want to see where the manga is going to end up first. And yes, yes, there's the 79 actor AU that still needs to be done, and I'd like to pick up the Schoolmance AU 2ha Xue Meng/Mei HanXue eventually again. But in the meanwhile, there's a lot of DabiHawks zine fics that I will hopefully be able to post next year, along with a JJK piece!

[numbnessofthemind]

hiii I’m just wondering btw, not judging just very curious!!, why do you ship Pav and Marina? I haven’t seen anyone ship them before!!!!

oooo okay this is a fun question… waking me from my slumbers…!

for a simple explanation, my favorite trope is generally awful middle aged man x cute young girl. ask anyone and they can confirm.

for a lengthier one, i’d say it was Pavs interaction with Marina upon leaving the bunker is what originally drew me to it, honestly. I found his scumminess endearing… his brazen comments towards her had me clutching my pearls as i screenshotted everything to post to my dear friends on the bird app. The post Pav/Kaiser confrontation scenes only added fuel to my fire, even though there isnt really any character specific dialogue (please miro….. please i need him to call her more cute names…). we don’t get much basis for a dynamic between them in canon currently (i’m so excited for when Pav becomes playable and we can have more unique dialogue between him and Marina hopefully), so most of the stuff you see here is based off of my own headcanons haha.

i must also admit there is some projection going on here. i myself am a transfemme with … eerily similar upbringings to marina, and i see myself heavily in her, so my first move was to ship her with the character i found cutest (at first this was levi, but, evidently, my focus has since shifted).

i hope this brings some insight to my twisted brain… they are just so kawaii to me.

[the-lady-hestia]

Story time about Ublock

My high school was a decently well to do private school, and we had a cyber security lab. There was also a cyber security team that competed in the national cyber competitions set up by the Air Force. Our school’s team regularly placed top 10 in the nation.

The guy who ran that lab and that team was a former NSA worker for the Obama administration. Long story short, he was probably the most powerful human being in a decently large radius (I’m not exaggerating, the administration were a little scared of this man). His name was Steve.

As a part of his job, Steve managed the entire network security of this school and all its computers. One day, he went on a little rant about ads and malware and all that fun shit. This was like 6 years ago so idk the exact things he said but here’s the basics

1. Ublock origin is one of if not the most powerful and formidable adblockers out there. The fact that it’s free is a miracle. Any computer that is connected to the internet should have it on their web browser. The people who make this shit are dedicated to flipping the bird at every single scam artist and scummy business out there and we salute them.

2. Ads don’t exist to sell you something. That might have been true 10 years ago but not anymore. Ads in the modern day exist to skim your data (location, spending habits, email, the shit your camera sees, E V E R Y T H I N G that they can get their grubby hands on)

3. This data is valuable. It is might as well be the currency of the Information Age. Google, Microsoft, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, your internet service provider, etc. will take that shit and sell it to the highest bidder without hesitation because it makes them bank

4. You sign an agreement to this exploitation and extortion every single time you say “I agree” without reading the terms and conditions

SO HERES WHAT YOU FUCKING DO ABOUT IT (at this point the man was kinda going bonkers)

Never ever EVER use your real name online. Use random passwords (get a fucking password manager, Dashlane has a free version). And for the love of god use Ublock.

Here's uBlock Origin's official guide to bypassing youtube's anti-adblock popups, updated weekly. Please share widely. Don't reward google for their predatory anti-consumer bullshit

To summarize: 1. Get uBlock Origin and make sure it's updated to the latest version. 2. Click on the gear icon to get to the dashboard, go to "Filter lists", and make sure that "uBlock filters - Quick fixes" is up to date

Repeat those steps any time you get another popup (google and uBlock are having an arms race right now so it might stop working at any moment), and if you have any more problems, read the reddit thread for troubleshooting advice

[duskys-dreams]

A huge bird was terrorizing the school playground, so I turned into a giant Kafit bird and defeated it at a great cost. One of my wings was torn badly.

I was vulnerable like this, so I flew to the desert. I quickly became lost.

Then I encountered a group of people who were also lost. They all had horses, and gave me one. The welcomed me into the group.

It has been raining for a while, so Ether put their shoes by the fire. After getting rid of a small fire that started in the shoe, I found a tiny grey wolf pup inside the shoe. Ether had checked their shoe many times because they had felt something there, but could never find anything.

Ether and I went to a pet shop and tried to give them the pup, along with James, an adult red wolfdog who was my companion.

I noticed that the guy was actually really scummy somehow, so we ran away. James saved the pup and carried him when we dropped him.

We rejoined the group in the desert and kept moving.

At one point, we noticed that Hope was lagging behind. We sent Soren to check on her, and the leader (who was Ether) stopped Nihilism from checking because he had apparently badly screwed up last time he checked on someone.

We waited for a long time, and neither appeared again. We eventually decided to keep moving, and let them catch up later.

We discovered a small abandoned camp that had a row of brightly-coloured trees. They made me feel calm and uneasy at the same time. Everyone else was completely calm.

Jasmine and I were peering into a cave when Soos accidentally moved the glass circle that was protecting in. We fell in, and then a giant boulder started rolling towards us. We ran.

As we ran, rocky pillars started coming in from both angles, snapping together. We had to doge being completely crushed.

Jasmine managed to escape, but started to panic when she realized I was gone. She called out Vayris’ name, which was my name.

Suddenly a band of rogues appeared and took Jasmine. The rest of our group was completely gone. Which was strange, as we were only gone for a minute at most. Even if they started leaving the moment we fell in, they’d still be in sight.

It was like falling to that cave led us into a different timeline.

I pushed through the rocks and appeared. I had scratches all over me, noticeably my face. I had been hit by a few of the crushing pillars, but they barely even hurt.

I turned into a Krafit bird and started looking for everyone. I saw the group of riders and landed out of sight, turned back into a human, and approached them. I hadn’t been keeping my bird-ness a secret from my travelling party, but something was telling me that this was off.

The leader, a dark, dangerous looking man, approached me. He could sense that something was inherently good about me, which clashes with his alignment. Still, he was somewhat cordial, but threatened to kill me. He started moving toward me with a knife, so I panicked and flew away in bird form.

I looked behind me and saw that he was following me as a similar bird, but smaller and black. It was very fast, but it couldn’t see in all directions at once, while I could. It was a scavenging type that could quickly swoop in and steal prey, so it wasn’t equipped for fighting, whereas I had blades all over my bird body, notably on my beak, near the back like a fang.

We had an aerial dogfight. He had the maneuverability advantage, but I was tougher and stronger. We flew for miles, and he dove into some trees. I foolishly followed, and was greatly slowed down by having to cut down trees with my wings like a timberjack while the leader could dodge around them.

I collided head-on with a tree and blacked out. I could feel talons sinking into my back.

[asylumdwellermoved]

obligatory dol voice hc post with all named npcs except ones im not very confident on

(some of these will be a little vague, so my bad. will be embarrassed about how obvious my preference for high/light voices will be too lmao)

robin: noticably... soft. like, rarely gets much louder than normal talking voice too. i picture f!robin having an almost whispery quality to her voice in a subtle relaxing kind of way.

whitney: bastard (gn) edgelord energy through and through. f!whitney's voice is low and m!whitney's voice has an almost forced-sounding constant growl to it.

eden: might be the only one besides bailey that i picture to have such a deep voice tbh. not very expressive, but can get very growly in bed sometimes and you will get a bit of a rise out of them if you catch them off guard or make them smile.

kylar: f!kylar's voice is kind of light and m!kylar's voice is VERY light. someone mentioned kylar slightly trying to sound like an anime character with their voice and i wholeheartedly agree lmao. their voice gets very quivery at times under stress rather than much louder until they reach a breaking point. the only thing that is able to make them significantly loud on no special occasion outside of mental breakdowns is.................. well.

sydney: tired sounding, but strangely calming. i picture m!syd with a kind of androgynous voice and f! with a slightly more cheerful airy sounding voice. really doesn't change from pure to corrupt, corrupt may have a habit of slipping into a bit more vocal fry maybe but it's barely noticable.

avery: standard middle aged person voice, m!avery sounding a bit older maybe. laughing a lot and usually sounding like they have a grin on their face, with a hint of hollow fakeness.

great hawk: not actual bird in my playthroughs so they sound like just a weird human that squawks every now and then lol. mid-range with a pleasant and smooth voice, and when they get excited their voice raises but they sometimes sound weirdly neutral, as if their instincts don't always trigger them to emote like a human would.

alex: mid-low with the expected southern drawl. will get a bit on the louder side sometimes without realizing it. how much this has to do with my adhd hc for them im unsure.

bailey: very low and deep. will get suddenly very loud when they snap. not a hint of a smile in their voice outside of when they're teasing someone or saying something particularly dark.

harper: usually high-ish and interested sounding, like they're trying to bring your mood up or get you out of your shell by listening to them, if that makes sense. very relaxed sounding though, has a calming effect. gets a bit breathy sounding when something gets them particularly flustered/horny, and anything past that that gets their facade to slip makes their voice quiver. when the mask is completely off and they're being a full on creep there are rare moments where their voice will drop very low for a moment, sometimes mid sentence. honestly a little scary.

jordan: very airy and pretty. a bit awkward-sounding in tone sometimes though. it seems like they don't get out much.

briar: also bastard energy. a bit of a husky voice, but still too attractive-sounding for how scummy they are.

leighton: not sure what to say tbh. just an occasionally sleazy sounding older person. i know theres a lot of old man fuckers but nothing quite stands out to me about leighton.

sirris: maybe it's because theyre the only one known to be an actual parent but mid-range with dorky dad/mom energy. very friendly sounding!

doren: low and kinda deep. strikes me as being a little brief and quiet in one on one interactions outside of teaching.

mason: a strong voice, especially when teaching. really has that hustle motivation kind of vibe.

morgan: mid-high register and constantly shaky, maybe a little hoarse at times. growly when they're pissed off.

niki: mid range, fast talking and a little cold sounding but unintentionally.

remy: low and projected loud a good amount of the time, like they're reading off orders.

wren: mid-deep and a bit raspy. noticable when you can hear a smirk on their lips.