#so I decided it was the former

[communistkenobi]

struggling to reconcile my dislike of the use of “choice” in relation to transgenderism. sex assignment itself is not a choice and I don’t find it meaningful or helpful to think I “chose” to be transgender. in fact there were many things I “chose” to do prior to transitioning to make this feeling go away and it did not. Choice is further wrapped up in intentionally de-politicised ideas about social action and agency, constantly positioned in opposition to “structure” or “social pressure” or what have you. “Choice” is what happens only in the absence of domination, it is the expression of the “individual” trapped within us all. What this leaves you with is a subject who appears to rise above the power of history, making decisions ‘of his own free will’ in spite of all this violence as a result of, um, well that’s not important! Let’s not look at the law or the state or history to see where these ideas of personal individual freedoms come from or how they are themselves enforced through violence. It’s just an individual acting on his desires! To “choose to be trans” in popular consciousness means to be given the privilege of being free from patriarchal social pressures. And this is a line terfs often use - trans people are reinforcing patriarchy by deluding ourselves into thinking we can “simply choose” to be another gender. I think committing to the idea of choice as a concept and all its attendant ideological baggage (overwhelmingly structured by bourgeois legal frameworks in the popular imaginary) forces you into some deeply flawed analyses of power and domination.

And I likewise hate that the other dominant framework is “born this way/born in the wrong body” because of how it naturalises the very political and violent nature of sex assignment and its embeddedness within state census data, administrative architecture, the pathologisation of sex and desire (all of which are not natural or eternal), and so on. furthermore I deeply respect the position other trans people have when they say that they chose to be transgender - outside of conversations of individual validity, I think that is a politically useful and powerful way to position yourself. Even if we were to accept that being transgender is fully a choice, people would still do it, because being trans is not disgusting or shameful. I am not a sick individual, or a tragedy, or a danger to others, I am transgender and that is an incredibly meaningful and fulfilling part of my life. To frame this as a sexual perversion or life-long condition means reinforcing the idea that transgenderism is a shameful deformity (we have much in common with our disabled & intersex comrades in this regard), that the cissexual body is the exclusive site of beauty and authenticity.

And so this is where I find the idea of autonomy much more useful - while ‘choice’ is situated as a thing that individuals do, autonomy is power that is granted to you. I can’t meaningfully demand choice as a political goal, but I can demand autonomy. I don’t want choice, I want the autonomy to act on my desires, and the way that will happen is through the state provision of free hrt, surgery, name and gender marker changes, and so on. Autonomy feels like a much more productive articulation of “choice” because it necessitates that we think about who and what grants autonomy, for what purposes, in which contexts. Who gives a shit about choices! Transgenderism is not a social position an individual can have in society, it is produced through cissexualism, through state and medical sex assignment, through coercion and pathologisation and violence - all of which can be changed.

As a direct comparison, I don’t think people should be given the “choice” to have an abortion, but the autonomy to do so - sure you can choose to get one, but unless there is the medical, financial, and social infrastructure available to you to act on that decision, then that is not a meaningful choice you can “make.” Abortion being legal (and therefore an action you are granted the ‘choice’ to take) doesn’t mean it is actually realisable as a decision, it just means that whoever already has the power & resources to act on that legality will, and those that don’t, won’t. Who decides which people have those resources and which don’t? Well let’s not worry about that, the important thing is that people have choices!

[szynkaaa]

Billard pose ref here

Most recent brainrot is putting Kiwi and Oz into a modern AU. Monkey See, Monkey Do

Started out with Destined One frequenting the same bar to practice billard, while Oz is the resident pianist there and it just snowballed from there and now I have some backstories for those two idiots

🥝 Kiwi / Destined One

5th year medicine student. 25 years old, he started with his study when he was 20, took two years to travel around

Lost his parents and older brother in a car accident. He barely survived and was hospitalized for a long time. Selective mute since then

Uncle Shen Monkey then took him in and raised him

remembers the nurses and doctors fondly hence, why he also wants to study medicine and become a doctor later

Uncle Shen Monkey owns cocktail lounge / fancy bar called Flying Monkeys . Shen Monkey is also the barista also, and there are few pool tables available.

Kiwi spent a lot of his teen years playing billard, hence he is VERY good at it. Still goes to play and practice

Kiwi participates in local tournaments

also helps out at the lounge from time to time

Seems to be very popular among his peers despite being an introvert and loner??

his fellow students like him because when they ask him for help he gives it to them

the type that seems like a cold douche but will not hesitate to step in when he sees a woman being uncomfortable or being harrassed

kinda popular among the ladies, plus the fact that he looks really good when playing billard adds to it

probably gets asked out a lot, or phone numbers slipped into his bag

always rejects them because he got his sight set on someone else hehe

frequents @maiden-of-the-waters cafe a lot to study there

Avid comic collector. Wanted to be a comic artist as a kid....

🌟 Oz

Med student drop out during her practical years. 26 years old

parents divorced when she was super young. Dad moved away and remarried and has a new family. She has two half-siblings

occassionaly talks with the half siblings, but has not much contact with her father. Mom had full custody and essentially raised her as a single mom

typical tiger mom. Loves her mom but has a strained relationship with her at the moment. low contact

Did not have many friends as a kid, mom had a tight grip on her and her time and education. Started making real friends once she moved out for university. Met Yù @marcu-bug, Birdie @dunanana, Liyu @s0rr3l and Beike @maiden-of-the-waters and they are pretty much her only friends LOL

Started having piano lessons as early on. Had good promises to be a concert pianist, but ofc that is not a viable career path as per her mom

Studied medicine only because her mom wanted her to. She was VERY MISERABLE during her time as a student. Dropped out during the practical years because the pressure was just too much for her and she realized being a doctor was just not what she wanted to do. She wasn't happy with it, hence also why her relationship with her mom is strained, cause Oz was THIS close to finishing and then decided to ""give up""

Also her then-boyfriend cheated on her she caught him in bed with another person

And her great-grandfather passed away

overall not a good year on her mental health. Realized all she did was just doing what other people wanter her to do. Dropped out to take a break and just figure out her place in this world

works as a pianist at Flying Monkeys after dropping out. Shen Monkey pays really well and she also gets very good tips because. Helps out at the bar on days when they are short staffed to make some more extra cash

Gets hit on few times at work, but luckily a certain monkey is always there to look out for her....

🥝x 🌟

Kiwi bumped into Oz during his first year in univeristy. Probably when both needed to submit some paperwork for the univerity, Oz for dropping out. She noticed him carrying the newest comic issue of The Monkey King, and asked him about it

Learned really soon that he is a selective mute, but didn't treat him any differently and just carried on the conversation with him as usual, which he really appreciated

I wouldn't say it was love at first sight for him, more like the feeling you have when you're sitting in the plane and it is landing soon and you see the lights of your city below you and you know you are this close to home? Yeah it's that feeling.

anyway months passed and he hasn't seen her since then but she is always like there in the back of his mind

Uncle Shen Monkey telling him one day that he hired a new pianist which is nice cause they haven't had one in a while and that he wants Kiwi to be there to show her around the lounge a bit and stuff

Kiwi, not very happy about that because he doesn't really enjoy meeting new people, is then surprised to see that Oz is the new pianist his uncle hired.

Oz.... vaguely remembers him LOL. Probably takes her like a few weeks to go "hey.... have we met before???"

Suddenly Kiwi has a lot more time to be around his uncle's lounge again. Uncle Shen Monkey know what is up there. probably tries to play wingman

Enter the "and they were roommates" arc

Oz moved back to her mom but things are NOT good. lot's of fights

Kiwi overhearing one day how she asks Shen Monkey if he knows about any free rooms for rent to let her know

and whatdya know Uncle Shen Monkey does happen to know someone who has a free room

Kiwi. it's kiwi who has a free room that is sort of used as a storage at the moment. he doesn't mind Oz moving in there. Gives her a really good rent deal, where she is basically paying all the bills and that's it

Kiwi owns the apartment. His parents left a good amount of assets behind which he sold and then bought his own place

Oz is very grateful for the deal, because it helps her to save money and put aside to eventually move out and find her own place

spoiler alert that's not gonna happen lmfao

This is the apartment layout:

Oz has the room closes to the bathroom because Kiwi is nice like that. He'd move in an old piano in too for her to practice and play

at first Oz was very shy about playing because she doesn't want to disturb him when he is studying but he likes listening to her practice and play when he is studying

I think that before Oz moved in, Kiwi barely decorated the apartment much. The embodiment of only had the bare neccessaties in it. But once Oz moves in, it started to feel more like a home than just a housing for him to come back and pass out. I think the only real personal belonging he has is a good decent The Monkey King comic collectiona and collectibles

Definitely have a vinyl record player, something that Oz always wanted to have. She movied in with like five records in her collection, and Kiwi then gifted her a player, and the collection just grew from there

both are very much introverts, so they prefer to spend most of the time just chilling at home, on the couch together playing games or reading books

Oz does sometimes have her friends other to hangout

because both work crazy hours sometimes, Kiwi would go Flying Monkeys after his shift to pick Oz up and then they go home together

Kiwi doesn't know how to drive, never learned too traumatized from the accident. So Oz is the one who rents a car and drives when they decied to take trips together

Have a rule to put a sock on the door handle and text the other person to let them know when they have special guests at the palce

spoiler alert none of them ever bring any hook ups home lmfao

Oz does go on few dates but never brings anyone home because it just doesn't feel right

and Kiwi well, his heart belongs to only one person hehe

have weekly movie nights. Kiwi takes it personal if Oz binges a whole season without him

there is a lot more for me to share but then I'd have a massive essay so I will stop here.

anyway great chemistry as roomates. wink wink nudge nudge

[ifellintothestyx]

The funny thing about JC defenders is that they always try to argue that JC refusing to cover the Wens and side with WWX was the correct political move. In the short term, perhaps, but in the long term, that was proven wrong in the books themselves.

(It's even funnier thinking that correct political moves exist in a bullshit political system that blatantly serves only the gentry, is held together by hearsay and rumors, and has no actual system of laws that can serve as a basis to accuse, judge, or punish someone.)

So how was JC's refusal to side with WWX and the Wens considered the "correct political move"? Reasons include that the Jiang sect was still recovering from the war, that going against the Jins would result in another war that would end in major losses on the Jiang sect's side, and that the Wens weren't and shouldn't have been a priority for JC at all.

Let's clear a few things up. The Jiang clan was not the only clan recovering, so were the Nies and the Lans. In the aftermath of the war, it's not explicitly stated how well the other sects were doing, so we couldn't really tell if the Jiangs were worse off than the other three. It could be noted, however, that the Jins retained much of their wealth and influence, so much so that Jin Guangyao was able to take the position of Chief Cultivator with little to no opposition. The main point, though, is that at that moment in the aftermath of the war, we could not easily assume the Jiangs were the worst off, as the other three sects also lost many disciples in the war, and we didn't really know how much the other sects recovered.

For the second reason, if a major war somehow did happen again, this time Jiangs vs everyone else, everyone else would lose. WWX's presence single-handedly helped them win the war against the Wens. A war between the Jiangs and the jianghu would be based on numbers, which reflects the war between the Wens and the jianghu. The Wens had more disciples, and no matter how many LWJs or NMJs you got up your sleeve, numbers make a big difference in war. That's why WWX's skills were a critical part in winning: he is a one-man army of thousands. He could easily make up for the gap in numbers. That's why the Jins kept trying to get rid of him—they were nervous about so much power belonging to only one faction: the Jiangs. JGS couldn't exactly claim his desired role as Chief Cultivator if a younger, smarter, and more powerful individual was still around to keep him in check.

Finally, we get to the part of why I'm making this long-ass post on a caffeine-driven rage. See, the point of trying to stop a powerful faction from committing atrocities is to stop them from thinking they can do it whenever they like. The Jins were given a pass to do whatever the hell they wanted to a small, outcasted faction (the Wens), and they proceeded to take that pass as a pass for everything else. Nobody stopped them from torturing the Wens, so what's stopping them from allowing a mass murderer like XY to run wild in an attempt to create their own WWX? Definitely not NMJ, hahaha, because, y'know, the hypocrites in the gentry have already decided that whatever the Jins do is alright so long as it's not their problem. An exterminated clan isn't their priority. So, what was stopping XY from going out and doing it again to SL's sect? Absolutely nothing! Because the Jins could cover it up and no one could say a word despite how suspicious it was, because hey, remember what happened to the last guy that spoke up against the Jins?

Calling out the Jins on their crimes against the Wens, who were elderly and children save for WQ and WN (who JC owed his damn life and core to), would have created a precedent of not allowing massive crimes to slide under the radar. But because the opposite happened, because nobody fucking realized that apathy and selfishness don't fucking help in the long run, two sects were exterminated because JGS and JGY were basically given an "okay, fine, just keep that bullshit away from us". That's not actual justice. That's not "morally grey". Allowing people in power to trample over others just because it doesn't affect you personally is not sustainable, because what happens when it's you they've decided to trample over? Are you going to complain? Are you going to look to others for help, when you personally couldn't be bothered to offer your hand to those who suffered? When the reason the people trampling over you gained that power is because you allowed it?

The unopposed killing of WWX and the Wens led to the political climate that allowed the massacres of two sects because the Jins were trying to protect and satisfy their pet project. It led to the murder of NMJ because JGS/JGY wanted to keep people from checking their power. If JC couldn't find it in his heart to be sympathetic to the Wens, fine, but at the very least, he should have considered the potential harm in rolling over and giving a political faction too much power.

[righteous-pines]

Moon 0

[brofightiscancelled]

okay ill bite why do u hate kaoru sakuraba sidem aside from the fact that they went from hokuto as a main blue to downgrade to kaoru. to make it less awkward that I’m asking abt sidem on ur osomatsu side blog, what sidem idols would u assign to each matsu ?

i think sideM should collab w osomatsu-san and put them all in Beit so they can all get JOBS!!!!!!

anyways i hate kaoru from idolmaster sideM. i need all my osomatsu-san side blog followers to know that i hate this man. "i need a lot of money fast to pursue an extremely niche medical research track, which is why i quit my stable and high paying job as a surgeon to become an idol while having no soft skills, physical strength or stamina, or interest in getting along with people" are you Stupid??

he's not even using his idol clout to spread awareness of the rare disease he's trying to cure (like SEM does) so it can secure funding, he sees it 100% as a job and refuses to have fun, he is actively unpleasant and uncooperative in every interaction with his coworkers because he's trying to "rise to the top". it seems like the only thing he has going for him are his looks and that he kind of liked to sing when he was a kid. why not become a model at that point when you have the personality of a wet tree trunk. or better yet why not STAY A FUCKING DOCTOR!!!!!

also, i don't like meganes, so write that down.

[sforzesco]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

[ravensroleplays]

A 'little' something I made to go with the first of several drabbles I've started working on. How Prince Charles (Snatcher) and Moonjumper's relationship started vs. how it ended up.

If you 'like' my art, I respectfully ask that you reblog it as well.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Secondo and Alpha be nastyyyyyyy (I LOVE their dynamic. This situationship is all I live for these days)

It's such a twisted thing to want, Alpha thinks, arms crossed in front of his chest in a way he's desperate not to qualify as defensive. Him, proud and independent as he is, craving what he knows is to come...fucking ironic. Alpha squares up his shoulders, hands flexing against his own biceps.

It's subtle, but telling. He's fidgety. Alpha's never fidgety. But they say exceptions make the rule, and this one might be it. It's infuriating, really, especially given that Secondo hasn't looked up from his paperwork once, in the twelve minutes Alpha's been there. He counted. The scratch of the pen against paper, the flickering light of the old desk lamp, the familiar scent of old wood and expensive cologne, it would be relaxing, if it weren't for the burning pit of anticipation in Alpha's stomach. As it is, it's just part of the agonizing torture Secondo is putting him through just by making him wait.

In any other situation, Alpha would have no issue standing stock still in complete silence for hours, but this setting, the reason he's here doesn't let him slip into the depth of his mind to cheat boredom. He has to stop himself from bouncing his leg, him. Alpha is definitely going insane.

The second the pen stops dancing across paper, Alpha straightens, internally wincing at the popping sound from somewhere in his back. Secondo finally, finally sets his paperwork aside, taking off his reading glasses with a relieved sigh. Alpha, unfortunately for him, finds his tongue too late to ask him to keep them on. Another time. A click of tongue refocuses his attention on the man behind the desk. Without a word, Secondo snaps his fingers and points down, one eyebrow raised expectantly.

The shame boils up in Alpha's throat, coats his mouth in a bitter taste, but guilty arousal sparks in his guts. His legs take him toward the desk, make him round it up until he's standing between it and Secondo's chair. Maybe if he words it like that, if he blames his knees for bending until he's on them before the second Emeritus brother, Alpha can pretend he doesn't have any choice, that something made him do it, but the truth is that he's totally in controll, muscles, joints and sinews perfectly responding to his lust-addled brain. Yes, Alpha is totally in control of himself, and is willingly handing over that oh so precious control to none other than Secondo Emeritus.

It's worth it, though, for the leather clad hand raking through his hair, thumb drawing circles on one of the shaved sides. Secondo hums, parts his legs a bit more so Alpha can scoot closer. The hand travels further, wraps around a horn, pulls Alpha's head back in one fluid motion. There is strenght in Secondo's grip, despite his human nature, something that almost feels unyielding, even though Alpha knows better. Knows that he could, technically, shake it off, lean away from it. He won't. He wouldn't even dream of it.

The base of his horns must glow especially bright tonight, because Secondo's mouth twitches before he hums.

"Long day ?"

Alpha groans when Secondo's touch shifts again, thumbs now digging into the tense muscles at the back of his neck. And if he arches into it like a giant cat, well. That's his problem, and his only.

"Long week. You ?"

"I'm considering arsenic poisoning. For myself."

The dry answer makes Alpha huff as he leans closer, nuzzling his face in Secondo's thigh, looking up at him through his lashes.

"Want some help unwinding ?"

Though his touch is still gentle, Secondo huffs, mask of disdainful coldness falling on his face in an instant. Alpha takes in a a lungful of air, far too aware of what that means for him. He shouldn't rejoice in the idea. (He does.) The switch has just been flipped, game on.

"And you are offering to provide said help ?"

The mocking tone has Alpha reajusting his position, definitely not squirming. Secondo clicks his tongue.

"Oh, you are. Cute."

It doesn't sound like a compliment, in his mouth. The word is venom-clad, sinking into Alpha's flesh like a shard of glass. He snarls in answer, but when Secondo takes the opportunity to hook a thumb in his mouth, sliding it along his gum, testing the point of thick fangs, Alpha goes against every single one of his instincts, staying still and docile, not even one attempt at biting Secondo's fingers off.

The leather taste of the gloves coats Alpha's tongue when the former Papa pries his jaws open, pushing down on the forked appendice with a hum. The way he looks down at Alpha- with that kind of dissmissive amusement one would direct at a stumbling puppy, still gauche on its too-big paws- anyone with half a braincell would know there is no metaphor less inadequate that this one to describe Alpha, and yet, it is indeed how Secondo treats him.

And the worst part ? Alpha likes it.

Drool pools under the fire ghoul's tongue, some starting to dribble from the corner of his mouth, making Secondo tut.

"So messy. But, luckily for you, I like it sloppy, and I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself useful. Aren't you grateful ?"

His brain now too foggy to wonder what in the living hell is wrong with him to want this kind of treatment, Alpha nods, eager for the former Papa's taste, skin burning and insides churning in the best way, the way he chases everytime he steps through Secondo's threshold. There is something weirdly freeing about being unable to do anything but nod, trusting the man holding him put to handle him. Handle him. Like the good guard dog he tries to be. Except right now, he doesn't have to make decisions, to look out for someone else, to be on high alert. He can slump under firm hands and let someone lift the weight of the worlds from his shoulders, at least for a little while, a small reprieve he needs so much more than he's comfortable admitting.

The hands leave Alpha, Secondo finally reaching for his belt, expensive leather making a soft sound against no less precious fabric as it's slipped out of the loops. Try as he might, Alpha can't help the way his ears twitch at that, tail traitorously wagging a few times. Secondo's condescending chuckle is back to taunt Alpha.

"Eager."

Alpha hums, too focused on the rasp of the former Papa's zipper, itching to fish the man's cock out of his boxers himself. Still, he let Secondo do it, until he's salivating at the sight in front of him, pleased to see the former Papa is already well on his way to hardness from just the sight of Alpha on his knees. Licking his lips, the fire ghoul looks up at Secondo, finding mismatched eyes already on him.

"Make it good, and maybe I'll make you cum tonight, mmh ?"

You don't need to tell Alpha twice. It's a powerful thing, want, the way it overrides everything when just at the right intensity, reducing a powerful hellbeast fuelled by infernal flames to a desperate little thing kneeling at the feet of a human man, a prayer in his eyes that for once has nothing to do with his religious beliefs.

Alpha cannot hold back his groan when he gets his mouth on Secondo, lips wrapping around the head with a wet sound. He isn't Dew, he isn't foolish enough to try and fully take him in one go. he has plenty experience, which is precisely why he doesn't do that. While the concept of a completely wrecked voice is sexy, he doesn't need to give Omega even more ammunition when the quint will inevitably corner him with glistening eyes asking him if he had an interesting night. So, Alpha takes his time, eases himself into it, coaxing Secondo to full hardness with careful licks as he gradually takes more and more of him, until the head hits the back of his throat, eliciting a low hum from the former Papa.

That may be what Alpha prefers in all this, the lack of urgency, how Secondo will make sure to call on him at the oddest hours to make sure they won't be interrupted, that they have all the time in the world.

For a while, the only sounds in the room are quiet groans and soft huffs, coupled with the wet noises of Alpha working his mouth around Secondo, letting it get a bit sloppy - for the enjoyment of them both. It doesn't matter that Alpha's hard and dying to get a hand on himself, something Secondo won't let happen, it doesn't matter that his knees ache dully or that his jaw is challenged and will certainly hurt afterward ; all that matters is that the fire ghoul's head is blissfully empty, his skin finally not feeling too tight for him.

There's no urgency, yes, but when Alpha hums low as he steadily bobs his head, Secondo's hand scrambles for a fistful of red strands, forcing the fire ghoul down with a breathy "just like that". Alpha's tail wags briefly, knowing the man's tells enough to understand he's starting to feel his climax approaching. It hasn't been so long, all things considered, which only makes pride fill the fire ghoul's chest. He did that. The thought has him being more thorough, hollowing his cheeks and teasing the head with his forked tongue.

"Fuuuuck," Secondo groans, "you might get something out of tonight after all."

It's close enough to a praise for Alpha to perk up, too relaxed by now to be embarrassed by such a response. It just is so hard to feel anything but contentement like this, Secondo heavy on his tongue, his scent all the fire ghoul can smell, his sounds all he can hear. Eyes half closed, muscles finally loose, Alpha hums again, and swallows, throat constricting around Secondo's cock, which earns him a string of italian curses his brain barely processes.

"C'mon, c'mon," and that breathy tone does catch Alpha's attention, ableit with some delay, "c'mon you mutt, almost there-"

The fire ghoul's eyes shamefully roll back at being called that, moan ripped from him before he can even register it, and it seems to be all Secondo needed to cum down Alpha's throat with a loud groan.

The fire ghoul let him come down from the high at his pace, taking the opportunity to watch Secondo's chest heave, his sweaty throat, the fluttering of his eyelids, the way his face went lax, creases and tense lines smoothed out by bliss. Once Alpha decides he's given enough time to the former Papa to recover, he takes to direct his attention back to himself with a cheeky flick of tongue against the oversensitive tip of his spent cock. Alpha is treated to a delicious hiss as Secondo flinches, gloves creaking as he white knuckles his armrest, glaring without real heat at the fire ghoul knelt between his legs. Alpha finally releases him, smiling unapologetically. Fuck, he's so hard still, and the sight of Secondo looking good enough to eat isn't making it any easier. The former Papa rolls his eyes, almost prompting Alpha to serve him some snark, until a perfectly blacked shoe lands on his crotch, sole grinding against his straining cock, and he forgets anything that doesn't have anything to do with the white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

Secondo smirks, eyebrow rising.

"Let's see how long it'll take for you to cream your pants, shall we ?"

[codenamesazanka]

I have this Jin + Tenko AU in which Jin (16 years old!) encounters Tenko during The Walk and takes him in.

Here is the original concept and fic of Jin seeing an injured little boy and reaching out.

Here is the draft mini continuation of that.

Here is the duo a few years later, turning to villainy, as described in a police interview from the POV of the Rooftop Trio.

And here is a 'new' dumb comic sketch of Jin and Tenko another year or two later, encountering Mr. Compress. Jin and Compress (JinPress!!!) start dating, but... Well, families are tough to deal with.

Sako on his weekly call with the Sako-Harima fam (a bunch of them) about his new bf...and bf's kid:

[thedelicatearcher]

finnick odair alphabet fluff

c - cuddles

it’s no secret that finnick odair relishes in being in your embrace. the soft, contented hums you make warm his heart every time his arms are wrapped tenderly around you.

on a typical afternoon, finnick would head to the beach for some quiet time alone. nonetheless, when he returns, he’s eager to pull you into his arms the moment he sees you napping on the bed. he already is picturing the potential gentle scolding he might face if he goes ahead and cuddles you before showering. his mind ponders: is it worth it? more often than not, he quietly slips into bed and holds you as the big spoon.

he loves the feeling of your body pressed against his, especially after he’s just come out of the cool water. the warmth of your body against his chest brings a swarm of butterflies to his chest, a sensation he has felt ever since he met you. he tightens his embrace whenever he feels you stir in your sleep, instantly alert and ready to wake you if you’re having a nightmare. his head finds your neck and plants a soft kiss on your skin before burying his face in it. your sweet, soft scent soothes his anxious mind. he knows he’ll face a disapproving look from you when you see the sand he has brought from the beach, and he knows he’ll have to wash the sheets, but it’s all worth it for the chance to hold you in his arms.

in the days leading up to another hunger games, those days before he has to return to the capitol, finnick becomes distant. he avoids you, spending his days alone by the sea, hoping the waves will carry him far away. watching his melancholic figure from afar and seeing the emptiness in his eyes, you can’t help but feel a strong urge to reach out and be his safety net. 

one midnight, you woke up and turned around, stumbling upon finnick’s awake and tense figure in the dim light. he instantly noticed you looking at him and quickly wiped away his tears. “go back to sleep, sweetheart. i’m okay,” he tried to say, but his voice cracked. “oh honey,” you cooed, opening your arms to him, “come here, sweetie.” his warm tears soaked into your pajama shirt as he cried on your chest, but you didn’t care at all. watching the man you love break down in your arms made your heart ache as if it was being pierced by a knife. 

an hour later, after countless back rubs and soothing words, finnick had calmed down and asked you softly to hold him as he fell asleep. and you did so, you found yourself with his head resting peacefully on your chest, your heartbeat soothing him as your fingers gently combed through his hair. though his weight pressed on you, it felt comforting rather than suffocating. his arms were tightly wrapped around your hips, making the position a bit awkward, but you didn’t mind. you would gladly comfort finnick like this every night if it meant he felt a little less lonely. 

on lazy days, finnick flops carelessly onto the couch, disregarding the decorative pillows he always calls ugly and pointless, and invites you to join him. his face lights up with a beaming grin when you finally join him. finnick adores the feeling of your body on top of him. he gloriously looks up at you when your chin rests on his chest and you’re chatting with him so casually, completely oblivious of how lovesick you make him. although, he wonders if you notice the erratic beat of his heart whenever your head lies on his chest. these are his favorite days. the ones spent cuddling all day. the ones he wears his faded cotton shorts and an old t-shirt. the ones in which his mind is focused solely on you and the little lovely bubble you share. the bubble which bursts when you slip out of his arms to find something to eat after his stomach rumbled a few too many times.

[cosmicheartz]

Yknow I’m surprised that more ppl don’t make their lambs have more internal angst abt being a cult leader against their will and how it affects them mentally.

Like they weren’t really given a choice and while Yes, they did ursurp Nari the only other choice they had was dying if they gave the crown back and that’s pretty fucked up isn’t it? either dying again or having to take the role of the new death god.

I try to touch upon this with Solange, who hates the fact she’s a cult leader despite trying her hardest to distance herself from it post Nari ursurp ( ie calling it a Flock and trying to make it more of a community than a cult ). If it wasn’t for the fact Nari would have killed her Solange would have given Nari the crown back.

Deep down she knows that the cult roots will always be there. She hates that she has an obvious power imbalance between her and her followers and the fact she IS technically manipulating them despite not intending to. Even with Ellena who Solange knew pre execution and who sees Solange as less of a god/cult leader and more of an equal there’s still that power imbalance between them.

Solange tries her damned hardest to be as benevolent as she can despite the circumstances but she’s almost constantly wracked with guilt. At one point she completely stops doing sermons because doing them made her feel sick to her stomach afterwards.

She still does rituals but they’re relatively rare ( the only real consistent rituals she does are funerals and sometimes feasts )

Also the whole reason she doesn’t have kids in her cult ( outside of Mayberry and I think Webber? ) and forbids her followers from having kids is because she wants to try and minimize the “ damage “ she’s done regarding her cult/flock ( granted in doing so she’s technically causing more damage to her followers who desperately want kids )

[keets-writing-corner]

Legit obsessed with this moment

Everyone else is injured, tired, covered in blood, their clothes are ripped, and Lucifer's perfectly fine, uninjured, not stained, not tired ass "YOOOO that was a tough battle, I bet everyone is hungry. What do people eat? Pancakes? I can make pancakes WHO WANTS PANCAKES??"

And Charlie's suffering from second hand embarrassment like "Dad... read the room..."

Lucifer sweetie darling I love you A for effort but F for execution

[renthedevil]

pirates smp huh?

parts 1&2 <- you’re here!

parts 3&4 <- next

parts 5&6 <- unfinished lol

[canisalbus]

have you drawn any characters from Separation? I’d love to see your take on many of them :)

Not yet, but I'm definitely planning to!

[captainsparklefingers]

Also! Mortal forms are just that: mortal. What happens to the gods when these forms pass? Do they return to what they are? It sounds like they're talking about a version of consecution to get around that but this just...it feels like a temporary solution with a lot of flaws, that's going to cause a lot of problems, and ultimately we could easily end up where we started: the god eater going after the gods and Exandria caught in the middle.

And what about Predathos? Could they force it into a mortal form separate of Imogen? Like what the gods did, will they make it do it too? Because that thing is not gonna stay contained. The nuke is loose, and the only answers we have to the explosions are Band-Aids and string.

[youling-the-ghost]

It is the middle of the night right now and I cannot stop thinking about sfth members being treated like kpop idols.

Like, the members wouldn't change their appearances or anything, the fandom would just become a typical kpop fandom. The merch store would have photocards, which fans would buy and put in their clear phone cases. People would talk about their "biases" of the group and debate over who's the best improv actor. We would have a fandom name and the members would actually refer to us as such.

There'd a leader and a maknae and the improv equivalent of a lead dancer and a lead vocalist. There would be an official Shoot From the Hip lightstick and fans would wave it around during their live shows.

This is the most asinine thought that has ever come across my mind.