#sorry for taking sooo long

[codydolly]

Planet Cody takeover Earth

and eats it

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[cobaltfluff]

suuuuper late pocky day akeshus ;w;

[grey-viridian]

I cannot express to you how much I love your art!!!!!! It’s got like a certain crisp-cleanness that is literally everything what I want my style to be.

Quick question; how long does it take you to make a piece of art? Do you just go for it or do you sketch it out first?

Thank you so much!!!💜💜💜 Hearing this means everything to me!

Thank you for your question! Sorry the answer wasn't so quick.

It usually takes me from a few hours to a few days, depending on the art I'm making. If it's just a detailed sketch, it normally takes an evening (I'm more productive near the end of the day). Full-colored art with background takes at least two days, but I also like to just leave the almost finished drawing be for some time so I can return and finish it later. That helps me see my mistakes that I previously missed and generally take a fresh look at it. As for the process… I always start with a sketch. I might not always have a clear idea of what I wanna do, but it's much easier for me to figure it out as I go.

Also, I was making this art specifically for this ask and intended it to be just a colored sketch, but something went wrong, oops!

So I made this:

[johnsjunsuh]

JAEHYUN'S BEST ERAS 

↳ 5. AY-YO

[alottiegoingon]

challengers

shauna shipman x jackie taylor x afab!reader

summary: that one scene from challengers.

warnings: mdni, very suggestive but nothing explicit, characters are aged up, no pronouns used for reader, inspired by challengers except i know nothing about the plot except for this scene, not proofread.

"we're out of beer," you remark, standing up from the floor where you, jackie, and shauna were seated in a casual circle.

the silence grew louder, buzzing in your ears. talking about jackie and shauna's sex life was undeniably awkward, especially with jackie’s cheeks becoming as red as the lipstick she had worn earlier. for you, however, it was highly amusing.

sitting alone on the bed, you exchanged looks with them—perhaps confused, perhaps entertained or curious—as if they were waiting for your command like obedient puppies. "come here," you say with a wicked smile.

"which one of us do you-" jackie begins, her innocent question cut short by shauna, who doesn't think twice as she quickly leaves the floor to join you. jackie follows a few seconds behind.

now, that was fun.

the bed quakes as they hastily move to sit next to you and you can't help but grin at their urgency. in your right, shauna exudes confidence as you lean in as if to kiss her, but pull back as she's about to meet you. instead, you turn your head to face jackie, whose breathing becomes so heavy when you get close that, for a moment, you think she might faint.

you move closer to her, watching her eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, unsure if you were teasing her like you did with her best friend or if you actually intended to follow through. as if you could read her mind, you settle her silent doubt by pressing your lips onto hers.

your hand glides to her jawline, guiding her in. jackie's hand hesitantly touches your thigh as she melts deeper into your kiss. you feel her excitement growing as your lips move more urgently, but you don't let it continue. you pull back just enough to create a small gap, her hot breath still lingering on your face.

cute, you think.

jackie's left speechless, hypnotized even, when you face the opposite way. shauna, on the other hand, was eagerly waiting for her turn. she was much better than jackie and she couldn't wait to prove that to you.

so you kiss her, not giving her much time to think. not that she needed it, any way. you touch her, fingers tightly gripping the sides of her face as you taste her.

not hesitant or scared like her friend, shauna takes the opportunity to intensify the kiss, lips moving in a carefree way. much more aggressive than jackie’s. she's more touchy as well. her left hand practically flied to your waist at the first chance she got, followed by her fingers getting lost between your hair.

jackie was having a hard time waiting, hooking herself to the bed trying her best to not squirm or make a sound as she watched you two.

you weren't even out of breath when creating a distance between you and shauna, interrupting the fierce kiss and leaving the girl ready to crash into your lips again, admiring you with dilated pupils.

you take a quick look at the women around you, their eyes on your body as if you were the most desirable prize, patient but always ready to jump in at your cue.

in a seemingly innocent move, you toss your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your collarbones and only a hint of your chest, waiting to see which one of them would dive in first.

no questions asked this time, you instantly realized that jackie was a fast learner; she had no intention of falling behind again. at the same time, they swept the last strands of your hair from your neck, providing plenty of room to work with.

with eyes immediately fluttering shut, you feel your body heating up under their touches. starting at your collarbores, they slowly trail their way up. jackie was covering the left side of your neck with wet and messy but frantic kisses. on the other side, shauna was feasting on you, adorning your skin with her warm and soft lips.

with their teeth gently grazing on you, nibbling your skin, their lips soon find your jaw and, eventually, your cheeks, reaching the corner of your mouth. but, frankly, you suspected that they had absolutely no idea of where they were going, but were eager to please, like very good girls.

jackie seizes your lips briefly, panting into your mouth. shauna picks up with her, ready to fight for jackie's spot, when you hold their faces, slowly going back to maneuver them towards each other, their lips almost touching. in that instant, they recoil, realizing your intent.

carefully, you watch jackie looking away, her flushed face and disheveled hair cascading over her shoulders, while shauna lets out an awkward chuckle, her chest heaving with rapid breaths.

there was an air of uncertainty, mixed with need and a subtle undertone of fear. their yearning was palpable, waiting for it to happen with no shame to stop them. all they needed was a little push.

grasping their chins, your moist lips curve into a mischievous smile as you draw them nearer to each other, until their lips are melding in a kiss.

jackie was convinced that they were only doing it for you, to please you. shauna was certain that it was just an act. but the raw hunger while devouring each other didn't lie.

you settle back, elbows resting on the mattress, quietly enjoying their show for at least a whole minute, a self-assured smirk playing on your face.

"okay," you utter, seeing them abruptly part ways and glance at you with blank stares and furrowed brows.

"i'm going to bed," you announce, weaving through the women, parting their midst before coming to a stop in front of them. a sigh escapes you as you fix your hair, pushing a few strands back behind your ears.

"but what about your number?" shauna mumbles, meeting your gaze.

you weren't exactly interested to be drawn into their drama, to play the role of a homewrecker. still, the idea of watching two attractive women fight over something so stupid does hold a certain appeal.

"i'll be watching your match tomorrow. hoever wins can have my number," you wink at her. "good night."

as you leave the hotel room, jackie's the first one to break the silence, her eyes flicking from the door to her best friend.

“remember when you said you could let me win?"

"that was a lifetime ago, jackie."

[skyborneveggie]

oh my goodness your hanahaki posting is getting to me. do you have more specific thoughts on a (lawlight?) hanahaki au? flower symbolism, logistics of the illness progression/timeline, etc.? do they both get it, do they ever get over it, is this the ultimate doomed flower sickness yaoi??? The People (me) wanna know!!!

Omg thank you so much for asking because I have SO many thoughts!!! I'm currently writing a fic on this & it was supposed to be just a little plot bunny thing, but then the implications hanahaki would have for Light's psyche kept running on & on & on in my mind 😩.

To start with, I have a bit of an unconventional take when it comes to hanahaki and similar tropes... I have a very strong preference for returning agency to the person experiencing the symptoms, and in that way making hanahaki not about unrequited/unconfessed love, but about emotionally repressing one's own feelings and an inability to be honest with oneself. The body is eating itself, and out of the dead pieces grows a desperate, last chance, unignorable cry for help. For the mind to listen. A beautiful, growing thing that should have been nurtured, becomes murderous. It's a physical manifestation of extreme psychological distress; one that can only be healed by approaching emotional self-acceptance.

In this light, I feel that post-yotsuba Light is PRIME to fall prey to this. He's already the king of repression, and now on top of that he's repressing his grief over L's death to the furthest ends of the earth and back. Light is someone who, as presented in the narrative, is incapable of self-realization. What would he do if he was confronted with irrefutable physical evidence of his own emotions? Is he capable of putting in the work to heal? Is he so compartmentalized that he can pick out this one element of himself and ignore all the other hidden fragments it's tied to? Or are the many fibers of his subconscious too jumbled, too interwoven to be able to separate the strands of his feelings for L out from the mess? If he opens the box to look inward, will the truth of everything else come spilling out? Is it better to live, destroyed by the guilt of the truth of your actions; that you were only ever a mass-murderer and that. is. all? Or is it better to die, in denial, and convince yourself it was martyrdom?

And also like. The absolute shame Light would experience in the mid-to-late stages, when the effects become unconcealable. There's no way he would be able to hide it from the task force for all that time. How does someone who can't abide even the slightest hint of his own imperfection, deal with not only the internal knowledge of his emotional instability, but also the knowledge that everyone else can now see it on him too. The hatred he would feel any time he saw pity in someone's eyes. The feeling of his body betraying his mind, and everything he stands for.

Light is someone that I see as being very disconnected from his body to begin with, existing largely within his own mind, his body nothing more than a vehicle with which to navigate the unimpressive, foggy, distant physical world through. I can imagine that for a very, very long time, he would be in absolute denial about what is happening to him. His mind is the only true thing, and it knows itself better than anything. His body���clunky, stupid, vacuous—is a traitorous and meaningless vessel. It is wrong, it doesn't understand him. It is pulling things from nowhere.

At some point, he has to face the facts, acknowledge the truth about his grief and true feelings for L, and make a intentional decision about his future. There is no more naive & unconscious path forward. It is either a conscious choice to accept the known truth, or a conscious choice to suppress the known truth.

(Also I think Misa's interaction with all of this could be FASCINATING. I'm of the opinion Misa is not truly in love with Light either, and that she uses him as a prop in her own internal agenda to simulate love & normalcy. L is dead, so I don't imagine she'd see him as much of a threat to her built-up fantasy. I do wonder if she would fear for Light as an extension of fearing for herself and her own future without him, or if by nature of it being a slow decline, she would be able to come to terms with it in a toxic kind of way and romanticize the hell out of taking care of her "poor terminally ill boyfriend :(".)

The idea of Light getting hanahaki in the first half while L is still alive is interesting, & one I've thought about far less tbh. I kind of feel like since it is a present, living feeling at that point and hasn't yet become internalized as a past-tense emotional memory, it could be possible for Light to come to terms with his feelings without jeopardizing his internal construct. If it was between life and death, I'm certain he would choose life in that case. But I'm not sure that it would deter him from killing L in the end.

And perhaps this goes without saying, but if the operation was available in this theoretical universe, pre-yotsuba Kira!Light would recognize & get it all ripped out right away out of necessity, to prevent himself from being compromised under pressure of the game. Post-yotsuba Light, with the threat of immediacy removed and dull fog of mundanity descended over him, would have more time to linger in denial. (I am trying to decide, for my fic, whether it is believable that Light could be so deep in denial that he could let himself get to the point where the flowers and vines have inextricably embedded themselves in his system, and the surgery is no longer possible by the time he seeks help; or if his sense of self-preservation outweighs his emotional denial. I would love to hear your opinion on this 🤔) Yotsuba Light is so, so interesting to think about!! He has the highest capacity to heal his hanahaki the natural way, but he is still the same perfectionist, internally unforgiving person. I'm kind of torn as to whether I think he would be able to reach self-realization, or if he would still see his feelings as a weakness and get the flowers taken out. I could see either happening under the right circumstances.

As for L: I feel that L is able to be a lot more emotionally honest with himself than Light is. If he got hanahaki, I think it would fuck him up inside and that it would be despairing, but I also think that he doesn't have an internalized compulsion to lie to himself. He might hate it, but he would be able to accept the truth of his feelings, and banish the flowers by letting the knowledge of it live in his body like a silent, melancholic memento. In this way, L's hanahaki has the potential to be canon compliant. Alternatively, if he did get the surgery, it would be more of a calculated, impersonal decision, one that he might not really want to do but has to for his own best chance at surviving the game. He might be a bit mournful & carry a bit of preemptive regret over it. Unlike Light, who would tear everything out with furious self-loathing.

I could go on even more, but this has already become extremely long 🙈. Thank you for listening to me ramble endlessly haha.

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 16

As the human and I did not share any duties during this particular cycle, I decided now might be a fitting time to inform the Vitrichl about the aforementioned book, which could possibly grant a further insight into Terrans.

Despite the quite serious circumstances we are currently in, I was able to secure a time frame to initiate a conversation regarding this topic.

I repeated the information V-7 had been able to conjure on this as well as other stories and reports on humans.

"There seems to be one…obstacle, though: The book‘s last documented location is in system Skė-51-33, which does not seem to be even remotely near our current route.", I eludicated.

The Vitrichl seemed to consider the information given, keeping in mind the reason the SIIR Noxos usually avoids this particular system: its unfriendly and occasionally aggressive nature.

Concluding, I was able to convince the Vitrichl through the benefits this book could provide in the task of studying humans, causing the Vitrichl to eludicate that changing the route was currently not possible, but as soon as the chance was offered to us, we would make a short detour through this system to retrieve said book, given that the book was still located there.

In the meantime, I was tasked with retrieving as much possible information on this particular and other sources about humans.

Our arrival on Fendaar is imminent, as we are nearing the planet‘s atmosphere. Further reports will follow.

[gardenoflupins]

Snippet from a fic I’m writing. CW: sex work, slut/sex work shaming, dubcon, apathetic characters, threats & strong language

The sounds of languid and drawn-out moans come from behind the door Sirius is standing outside of. Feeling his usual irritation, his eyes scan over the crowd of drunk people and whores.

Sirius catches sight of a man sneakily touching himself behind a tipsy woman while the men next to him pass around a slut. Ignoring security and the bartenders, the two types of workers at the club were strippers and prostitutes. He was stuck with the latter.

The place he is working at tonight is classified as a strip club but mostly serves as a brothel. Sirius isn’t an idiot, he knows they’re being dodgy and bending a few laws. He also knows that high-ranking people visit and help keep things quiet. He didn’t always work at this club specifically. Wherever his assigned whore went, he followed.

One of the whores are being passed between three men as they all take turns kissing and biting her nude body. Another man, who Sirius suspects hasn’t paid for her services, keeps inching closer and sneaking little touches to her inner thighs. Whether she’s too drunk to notice, Sirius doesn’t know. But she isn’t his problem. Her own bodyguard could take care of it.

At the thought of the bodyguard, Sirius searches the room and finds the familiar man leaning against the wall and casually talking to security with no regards or concerns about the prostitutes wellbeing. Not every sex worker had a personal bodyguard unless they were a special case. If they weren’t a special case, then they were protected by the club's usual security lingering around. Though neither seem to be doing a good job at keeping things in check at the moment.

Again, Sirius doesn’t care. He won’t stick his nose where it’s not welcome. He already has his own job to do.

As if on cue, Remus’s voice turns more desperate as the cheap bed rattles against the wall with each thrust, accompanied by grunts.

Another flash of irritation goes through Sirius.

Remus Lupin. Alias, Moony.

The man (or whore) he was keeping safe from danger.

It was all part of the job description. All Sirius had to do was make sure Remus didn’t get killed or get into any messes his body couldn’t get him out of. Sirius wants to say it’s an easy job, but with the amount of times Remus gets himself into danger, the job proves to be difficult and exhausting.

There is also the fact that he doesn’t like Remus Lupin. Sirius found him beyond irritating by always teasing Sirius or never taking anything seriously. If it had just been those traits, Sirius could have found him tolerable, but it was his hero worship for Fenrir Greyback, the club's owner, that really did it for Sirius. Watching them interact was like watching a God and their devotee and it made his stomach run cold.

Sirius massages the tension from his jaw, cursing himself for getting worked up for nothing. His eyes shut briefly when he hears the unmistakable sound of a climax before he reminds himself that he needs to look out for suspicious activity.

Or at least, suspicious activity that concerned Remus as these types of places were constantly full of vile and deceiving deeds. He thought they were animals, the lot of them.

Sirius waits for the man behind the door to emerge but the pounding hasn’t stopped and Remus has gotten louder by the second. Sirius knows that Remus hasn’t gotten much of a break tonight, taking one customer after the other. When those whimpers start sounding suspiciously of overstimulation and pain, Sirius grits his teeth and walks right inside.

Despite his job being to protect Remus, Greyback really didn’t like it when Sirius did things like this. According to him, being sexually harassed, beaten, or cheated out of money didn’t count as long as the customer was happy and Remus didn’t die.

Sirius keeps his face expressionless as he assesses the situation. Remus was indeed overstimulated, if the way his eyes were screwed shut and leaking tears was anything to go off. His palms were against the man’s clothed chest, trying unsuccessfully to keep him at bay while the man continued fucking into him as he stroked Remus’s half limp cock. Sirius focuses on the way the man’s teeth were digging into Remus’s throat and he was reminded once again of animals.

Remus catches sight of Sirius through a half lidded gaze and the eye contact seems to make everything around Sirius go still. Remus’s mouth was partly open and his damp hair was sticking to his forehead.

“I’m fine,” he breathes out, in response to Sirius’s presence.

Before Sirius can even think to turn around and leave, Remus’s face scrunches in pain and a whine leaves him at the persistent thrusting and stroking.

Sirius’s arms shoot forward to forcefully grab the man by the shoulders to haul him outside where he takes a bit of pleasure in shoving him, watching as the man stumbles to the floor with his pants caught at his ankles.

“That’s enough,” Sirius states firmly.

As expected, the man hurls on him with raging eyes. Sirius has shut the door behind him and leans against it now. He doesn’t particularly want to get into a scruff with a man who has their cock hanging out, but he would if it came to that.

The other takes a few steps forward before taking in Sirius’s cold and unflinching expression. He was shorter than Sirius and it was times like these that Sirius was grateful for his height and the nasty expression he learned from his mother.

“I’ll make a complaint about this,” the man threatens under his breath and blinks when he realises he is indecent. He pulls his pants up and glares at Sirius before he shuffles off.

Sirius spends a few stiff seconds frozen in place, not knowing if Remus was decent or if he should even go in. Someone else gives him a curious look, silently asking for availability but hurrying off when Sirius directs an icy expression. He does eventually slip back inside, shutting the door behind him.

Remus has put his clothes back on and is laying on his back with his arm covering his eyes, panting a little.

“You don’t know how to have fun,” he croaks out, throat hoarse from possibly sucking someone off.

Sirius tries not to bristle at his words. He doesn’t want to cause an argument because it would never end with Remus, so he stays silent and keeps his arms crossed.

Remus opens one bleary eye to look at him. “Don’t look at me that way.”

Again, Sirius doesn’t respond. He knows from unfortunate experience that he could go back and forth ceaselessly with him.

Remus closes his eyes again, taking a few unstable breaths to himself. Sirius takes this time to assess him again. His skin is sweat sheened and Sirius tries not to wrinkle his nose in distaste.

He hated this line of work.

Apart from a few bites and bruises, Remus appears alright, though his eyes are still a little red.

With a start, Remus swings his legs over the bed and gets up, making Sirius flinch.

“Drink time,” Remus says cheerily.

Trying to mask his disapproval, Sirius tails him to the bar like a shadow.

At the bar, Remus is comfortable, lounging against the counter lazily as the bartender makes him a drink. A few people nearby have spotted Remus and keep a half interested eye on him. Sirius doesn’t understand the appeal. While others were nude or in lingerie, Remus was wearing pants and a cream coloured blouse so he doesn’t understand why Remus was so popular with the visitors when the others looked more desirable.

Remus turns around to slide a glass to Sirius. “Want one?”

Sirius gives him a flat look.

“Right,” he snorts to himself. “You never drink.” With that, he faces the female bartender and takes extraordinarily slow sips from his glass, like he was stalling for time.

The people that had been eyeing him are watching him with their full attention now, but Remus does not turn to them like he usually does. For the first time, Sirius takes in the slump of his body and realises he might be tired.

Sirius is about to ask if he’s okay but thinks better of it because they’re not friends and he doesn’t care for him. He’s only here to do his job.

When the bartender passes by again, Remus’s lips immediately curl into a smile but falls quickly when she is out of sight a second later.

Sirius hesitates before giving in. “Are you alright?”

Sirius expects an immediate tease but Remus blinks at the wine shelf before putting on a crooked smile when he faces Sirius. “Better than alright.”

Before Sirius can even think of what to say, a woman slings her arms around his neck, moving to sensually touch down his chest. Remus smiles wryly before she can even ask and a man, maybe her husband, joins in, stroking the woman's ass and gripping Remus’s hip.

The woman opens her mouth to make the obvious offer.

“He’s drinking,” Sirius snaps, making all three heads turn to him. Sirius wills the tension away from his shoulders but feels too defensive now that they’re looking at him like that.

She looks Sirius up and down and Sirius sees the way her expression shifts from offence to desire. “You can join us, if you want.”

Remus inhales sharply, swivelling his head to stare holes into her head. He glances back to Sirius to see his response, looking strangely worried.

Sirius scowls and takes a threatening step forward to be closer to Remus. “I said. He’s drinking right now.”

All of their postures are tense but she doesn’t back down. If anything, she looks Sirius dead in the eye and moves her hand to pinch Remus’s nipple through his shirt, making him stiffen and shudder involuntarily.

“I don’t think he minds.”

And oh, does Sirius want to punch her stupid smug face. Remus must have seen it on his face because he turns to the other two apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m a little tired right now. Maybe in a few minutes?” he suggests gently.

“We want you because you're tired,” the husband speaks up for the first time, sizing Remus up hungrily. “We’ve heard about you and we want to push your limits.”

More like go over his limits. Sirius glares at them and Remus has a small agreeable smile on his face.

“Alright—“

“Don’t make me throw you out,” Sirius warns, cutting Remus off.

Remus places a panicked hand on Sirius’s chest, facing the other two. “Don’t mind him, he’s just security. They’re all a little protective.”

The couple are affronted but understanding also dawns on them.

“Pity,” the wife says icily and removes her arms from Remus, walking away without checking to see if her husband would follow, which he does.

Remus turns to Sirius the moment they are gone. “That was a waste of time. I’m going back out to work anyway.” He pushes his glass closer to the bar.

“They should have listened. Or at the very least, been patient,” Sirius replies, still irritated from that conversation.

He receives an exasperated look. Remus doesn’t need to say it for Sirius to know what he’s thinking. They work in places like this. They rarely had kind people coming around.

“You cost me two customers,” Remus complains, before a grin creeps across his face. “Want to fill their position?”

Sirius’s jaw twitches. He could punch Remus too. This was his least favourite joke from Remus, though he thinks Remus isn’t completely joking. Remus’s eyes seem to light up when he sees the annoyance this has caused.

Sirius grimaces. His mistake. He should know better than to let Remus rile him up. He gets off on angering him, for whatever reason.

Sirius is caught off guard when Remus’s amused expression falls completely. Sirius is too busy scanning his face to realise someone was approaching until they are right next to Sirius, facing Remus.

“Pup,” they greet unkindly and Sirius’s stomach drops. They don’t wait for Remus’s acknowledgment. “Heard a few complaints about your performance. It’s not true, is it? I’d hate if it were true.”

Sirius turns his head to Greyback who was boring his eyes into Remus. Worse, behind him are three smug faces. One was the man Sirius had forcefully removed earlier, and the other two were the married couple. Remus cringes back.

“And, because we’re so kind and those complaints can’t possibly be true. I’ve allowed them all access to do what they want with you at the same time.” Greyback's fake smile falls. “For free.”

Remus looks aghast and Sirius thinks he will fight it. But he does not. Of course he does not. Sirius bristles at his lack of spine and turns to the others sharply.

Before he can think about arguing, Greyback raises a finger up at his face to stop him. “Shut your mouth or I’ll stretch him out right here for everyone to see.”

Sirius’s jaw snaps closed with a loud click.

The imagery of the threat took him too much by surprise to say anything more.

“Wonderful,” Greyback says without mirth. The three strangers are positively gleaming and look at Sirius like they wish Greyback would throw him in and punish him too.

Wordlessly, Remus steps forward, hands tucked behind his back obediently while the others possessively reach forward to dig their nails into his skin.

Sirius is mortified at what has just happened. Clarity hits him like a truck when he realises that his actions have consequences on Remus. Since recently starting this job, he has annoyed Greyback here and there, but Greyback hadn’t done anything drastic about it. Sirius looks towards Remus to see if Remus’s expression is one of betrayal but they pull him away and out of sight before he can get a glimpse of his face.

Judging from Greyback’s pointed and sharp look towards Sirius, he had done this to punish Sirius specifically.

“Next time you think of fucking meddling, just remember what I’ll do to him.” He turns on his heels and stalks off, but angles a head over his shoulder to say, “Remember, I only need him alive, not in one piece.”

[binarisunset]

I’d like to think Coryo would be nervous before meeting Sejanus’ family like yes he knows he’s handsome and charming and he’s well loved by Sejanus’ parents so he surely would be loved by his extended family as well but he doesn’t know much about them while they certainly know more about him considering the way Ma teases him about how much he talks about Coryo and so he sits Sejanus down and asks him specific questions about everyone, general facts, favorite colors, interests, favorite foods.. etc and he makes a document of everything and keeps reviewing it on the way to district two until he had memorized everything (Sejanus of course exposes his nerdy ass in front of the entire family but he’s secretly gushing at how cute and adorable Coriolanus is being)

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY HE 100000% WOULD DO THAT

Sejanus: Coryo, you can’t be serious about this.

Coriolanus: I am as serious about this as everything else in my life, Sejanus. Now hurry up and tell me your youngest cousin’s favorite Disney princess.

S: Come on. Not even I know that!

C: Well then you’re not a very good cousin, are you? I know Tigris’s. It’s Cinderella.

S: You have one cousin. I got like, twenty of them!

C: That’s not an excuse.

S: Coryo!

[garvalhaminho]

and you should speak on izzy and jace being similar because i’m surprised they weren’t as close when they both are literally the same person

i didn't write my thoughts down when i thought this months ago so this was a struggle to put together but here they are !!

jace and isabelle both have the same attitude towards the world, and they undergo a similar arc.

when we meet jace, he doesn't have an identity of his own. he created an "unbothered" persona, very sarcastic, very rebellious, and very contrasting to how you'd imagine someone who grew up like him would act. he made himself his father's son (or, more so, was forced to become that), but he quickly loses that when michael wayland, his adoptive parents' friend, wasn't his father, but valentine, the genocidal cult-leader, and he is shunned for that. the world reminds him his father wasn't who he told jace he was, he is reminded his father was a psychopathic monster and he will grow up to become exactly like him. (he later meets sebastian. sebastian who was raised by the exact same person as jace, and turned to be just like their father.) later he falls for a girl, someone new, someone who has a different perspective on life, someone interesting and lovely, someone who he discovers, too late, is apparently his sister. but who falls in love with their own sister? a monster, obviously. the theory of him having demon blood only asserted that. as the story goes, jace is forced to destroy his own personality, his own identity, forced to mold and remold himself, specifically to fit what people think of his father(s). he doesn't belong here. why should he try?

the easiest way to see how this is represented throughout the series is through his name. jonathan christopher, then jace, a wayland, then a morgenstern, then a herondale, but the happiest part of his life (aka least traumatising environment) was spent as a lightwood.

isabelle lightwood too has an "unbothered" persona, when, in reality, she is none of that, and has never been. isabelle's environment growing up was nothing short of chaos, and she knew that was something she couldn't control. so, like any human being, she tries to control it anyway. she is 15yo and a known "serial-dater", purposefully. her parents are quite conservative, that will keep their attention on her and not her brother, alec, who is not straight and doesn't feel safe enough to explore his own identity. so isabelle doesn't explore her own identity. sure, she learns to enjoy this part of her life, but it didn't start out as that, did it? and her parents were always on the verge of a divorce, something she couldn't control either, but she can pretend. she tries with how her parents act, towards each other, towards alec, towards jace, towards max, towards isabelle herself. and, like jace, she was also trained to fight. she was given her first weapon and the tender age of ten. she was forced to look at the world with the eyes of a predator and a hunter of evil, like all other shadowhunter children. she was taught to police. she even attempts to control her own feelings. the people she dates, she can't let them get too close to her, lest she grow fond of them, as they will be gone from her life soon, she will make them. but she ends up falling for someone anyway, the first time she lets herself do so. but that person lost his memories, he won't remember isabelle, and how he was her first true love. she can't love anyone properly, can she?

and jace can't love anyone properly, can he? was he even taught to? was isabelle even taught to?

(this is relating to my post, if anyone is wondering)

[ohbo-ohno]

Imagine trans!soap getting jealous of reader who has been getting more attention from ghost so in an act of misguided desperation, soap goes off of birth control and doesn’t tell ghost about (not that ghost would care honestly), effectively baby trapping ghost so he never leave him. While Simon is the more f@#ked up person in this relationship, I think Johnny is also toxic just in a different way. Also can can I take this 🐶 one.

i don't have a toooon of trans!soap in a ghoap x reader scenario (this one haunts me though), but there is something very Personal to me about soap getting jealous of the reader. smth smth ghost treats johnny's clit like a cock and uses his ass almost exclusively, and sometimes johnny gets jealous of all the attention (all the softer and nicer attention) you get :(

[hood-ex]

I have seen you talking about Dick & Dami's relationship and Dick & Tim as well,but what are your takes on Dick and Jason actually?

Like how you wish their relationship should be portrayed today and where are them missing when it comes to making those two acting like siblings?

Do you think in the past their dynamic was better?

How Dick views Jason and how Jason views Dick?

This is difficult to answer because there are like 8 different stages to Dick and Jason's relationship with various dynamics. They also view each other a bit differently depending on which stage we're talking about.

The way I would like their relationship to be portrayed today isn’t necessarily possible thanks to Jason’s integration into the family and acceptance of the no killing moral code. For me, their ideal dynamic is portrayed in Outsiders #44-46. And I know people are gonna find that regressive as hell but, tbh, that dynamic is far more interesting than the kinda awkward thing they have going on now.

Although, I don't mind that they acknowledge their brotherhood in a serious manner now. Like before they'd kinda be like, "Eh... I mean... we were adopted from the same guy but... brothers? Eh..." And now they're more firmly in the, "We're brothers," camp. So that development is interesting.

Character progression wise, it wouldn't feel right for for them to be super close in the way that, say, Dick and Tim are (unless we saw a lot of trust and relationship building between them), but at the same time, there is part of me that kind of wants them to have that older sibling bond (except Jason is closer in age to Tim than he is to Dick sooo actually let's just leave older sibling things to Dick and Cass... not that Cass is much older than Jason though so LOL this is why Dick has to lone the oldest sibling thing by himself... which is funny because Dick is technically no longer the oldest sibling, he's a baby brother now... except Dick and Melinda's relationship really hasn't progressed much sooo you could say they share blood but don't consider each other family yet, in which case, Dick is still the oldest... I mean, regardless, Dick is the oldest sibling of the Waynes... god why did they have to make all of this so difficult 😫).

[volfoss]

it is beyond infuriating how anne rice seems to insist on marius being a positive force in anyone's life ever. like she can't fully commit to exploring the fact he groomed armand and has repeatedly taken away his consent for what marius thinks is best (take the end of TVA as an example) and just kind of flatly puts it in the narrative. there's not really much interest in how these horrific events make marius come across as the worst because EVERYONE loves him. for gods sake, lestat learns from armand exactly what marius did to him in TVL and then proceeds to go find marius and be super friendly to him in the same fucking book. even armand and pandora, two of the people who have MORE than enough right to hate him, do not. it doesnt feel like shes trying to explore the toxicity of the abusive dynamic he traps them in, it just is there. and like yeah ofc the toxic vampire romance series but i think that this should be handled with more care. and it is not ever really framed in a way that she is interested in exploring how marius should easily be one of the most horrific characters in this series because it kind of feels like sa/rape/grooming/other things of that sort are just put there to further plot and not to really get the respect that they deserve in a medium.

[fumifooms]

No need to reply or post this ask (or do if you want idk). Just wanted to say from the tags of your recent post. As someone who identified as ace for a decade, only to be surprised to meet someone who actually fits me (I identify as demi now)... I totally agree with the sentiment that Chil is what she needs in a lover.

I too feared change. And relationships were terrifying in the way they make you vulnerable. Especially when you've witnessed how it hurt people you love, either by loss or other reasons (like her mum).

So to find someone stable and level-headed, who cares about your comfort (which we see that Chilchuck is more attentive about that stuff compared to the rest of the party;) They feel safe. Like you can be vulnerable with them. (Like how she was comfortable enough to share a bed with him.)

Because when it comes to her relationships with Laios and Senshi (and even Falin), they have her come out of her shell. Try new and scary things. Learn new things. But sometimes at the expense of her comfort. But still a good thing. They help her grow her horizons. But sometimes at the end of the day, especially if you've lived a life of isolation and estrangement... You want to one day settle down. Have something stable and safe.

Honestly your post just made me realize why I ship Marchil more than Farcille. It's not that I don't get the chemistry and appeal of Farcille... And I know I'm projecting on Marcille. But yeah. She couod need a lover like Chil.

Thoughts and experiences are appreciated insight! Love to hear about stuff like this. I’d argue that conflict is a big part of their dynamic and arc in canon, but yes they make each other learn & confront things about themselves, fall into a comfortabke dynamic-routine, and come to sweet compromises together that balance their flaws and worries out. Post-canon I 100% see his shop as her little haven from work that she can just unwind at, and him a soothing stable reliable presence she can lean onto. To quote her, mature dependable ol’ Chilchuck. Change is sooo scary, both Marcille and Chil fear it, and I sure do too lol. But they remind us that sometimes change is good, sometimes change is for the better, and sometimes even if it doesn’t go as well as in stories, even with bad change you can come to terms with it and move on.

[cathymee]

maybe it's to maintain a sense of tension & turmoil that would eventually reach an explosive peak, a sense of tug-of-war, a back-and-forth to hammer home the ideals they want to deliver and for the viewers to chew on, but although these arguments regarding hiroshi & his stance as a man torn between his loyalty for his country & the loyalty for his Filipino friends and lover is of course important, how they write these scenes & the points they present from this week alone is getting too repetitive...? literally the argument scenes from last night & tonight between adelina & hiroshi is basically the same; the ideas were the same, the dynamics were the same: the aggressive, radical adelina, bristling rage and fear over the injustices she's seen thus far, and the cautious, inspiriting hiroshi, all hopefulness and reassurance one moment as a lover, defensiveness and sternness as a japanese soldier in another. this debate will be ever-present ofc, it is one of the series' biggest conflicts, but it is unfortunately so easy to tell when it is a.) being pulled up as a main topic to move the plot along / be a necessary conflict for character development/introspection / be the conflict to deliver the morals & messages the writers want to send to their viewers, or b.) when it is being pulled up only for the drama and filler to pass the time. like watching the characters sit down to argue for 10 minutes, do other things for the plot for 2 minutes, then sit down again to argue for the next 20 minutes. lol.