#suggestions are very much welcome from other people btw! i want this to be fun for us

[fatguarddog]

hi hutch !! thank you for doing the work to make a feedist kinktober happen ! i’ve been wanting to get more creative with my content for a minute and i’m super excited to participate 🙏🏽

for the prompts, i know pumpkin’s definitely going to be in there but i wanted to put my vote in for marshmallow too ! also, in keeping with the theme of the month, maybe a horror prompt ? the second prompt of that day could maybe be spooky, or something similarly related but a bit lighter content-wise for those who don’t want to lean into the darker elements.

anyways thank you again for putting this together ! i’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with 🥳 - 2222sweet

Hi!! No worries, I just love being creative and seeing other people's creativity, plus this community has been so fun to be a part of so figuring out a way to do some sort of creative community event has been on my mind for a while now, I'm just glad that other people are into it!

I was definitely thinking of mixing in some suitably Halloweeny ones anyhow for the season, but that's actually a really good idea to try and balance out lighter/darker prompts against each other on each day so people can choose what to engage with. If the two prompts per day option wins out, I'll definitely be doing that, thank you so much

[soireegurl]

What about jungwon or Sunoo with a mute reader?I love your works btw

Omgg thank you so much 💗💗💗 I'm glad that you like them :)) thanks for requesting too!

"Good morning tofu!"

Sunoo said with a lovely tone and came over and pat your head.

You smiled cutely at sunoo and used some hand sign to reply sunoo.

"Stop calling me tofu, it's so embarrassing!"

After you finished with the hand signs, you made a "angry" face which just looks cute to sunoo.

"Aigoo... Look at you... You look just like a tofu, how am I supposed to stop?"

Sunoo said and squish your cheeks.

You shoved Sunoo's hand away and pouted.

Sunoo is your boyfriend. You guys have been together for 2 years.

You were born mute and people tend to stay away from you because you are different and many girls bullied you too because of your looks.

They were jealous that even though you are mute you still looked pretty. And they took the advantage of you not being able to speak and kept on bullying you.

Until one day Sunoo coincidentally walked passed the alley and heard the girls bullying you.

He saved you and chased away the girls.

And since then, he has been staying by your side every time.

Then eventually you guys got together because both of you fell in love.

"Tofu, my friends are gonna come over later... You can stay in the room if you want okay?"

Sunoo said sweetly as he knows that you are not good with people and you are not confident being with other people because you can't speak.

And you are scared that they will judge you.

Although you have already met Sunoo's friends a few time, but you are still scared.

"Okay Nunu... I love you..."

You hand signed.

Sunoo smiled at you and kissed you on the forehead before getting up to get ready before his friends arrived.

[time skip]

"Ding dong!"

The door bell rang.

Sunoo went to open the door, and saw his friends standing there.

"Oh! Come in! You guys are early. "

Sunoo said and welcome his friends in.

"Yah, where's Y/n?"

Jake asked while sitting down on the sofa.

"Oh... She's in the room... She's not feeling well..."

Sunoo said.

"Damn... Okay... Hope she get well soon."

Heeseung said.

The boys bought some snacks and made some deserts and went back to the living room.

They sat down and started playing some video games.

After some time, they felt bored and decided to play something else.

"What about truth or dare?"

Niki suggested.

"Sounds good..."

Sunoo agreed and they started spinning the soju bottle.

The bottle landed on Sunoo.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"When are you planning to propose to Y/n?"

Jay asked with a smirk.

"Yah... What's that question?"

Sunoo said shyly.

"Just answer it!"

Jay said.

"Ummm... When she's ready... I don't want to pressure her..."

Sunoo said and the boys awed at his response.

After Sunoo answer, they spinned the bottle again.

This time, it landed on Jungwon.

"Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"Hmm... Do you have anyone you like?"

Niki asked.

Jungwon went silent for awhile...

"Hmm... Yes..."

Jungwon replied with a shy smile.

"Ooo who is she?"

Niki asked with a sly smile.

"Yah... That's a second question."

Niki made a unhappy face and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh hyung, you are no fun."

The others just laughed at their maknae.

The time went by very soon... Soon it's already dinner time.

"Yah is Y/n not gonna eat?"

Sunghoon asked while eating.

"Umm... I'll bring her some food..."

Sunoo said and took a bowl and filled it up with food.

When he was done, he walked out of the kitchen but was shocked to see you there.

"Oh? Tofu? Why are you here? My friends are in the kitchen..."

Sunoo was a little worried.

"It's okay... I'm okay... I was thinking maybe I should try to make friends with your friends too..."

You hand signed and smiled at sunoo.

"Aw... Our tofu is so sweet..."

Sunoo patted your head and gave you a kiss.

He brought you into the kitchen and his friends were shocked to see you too.

"oh hey Y/n! Are you feeling better? Sunoo said you were not feeling well..."

Jake said.

You made a hand sign which they didn't understand, so sunoo had to translate.

"She say she's feeling better now."

"that's good"

Jake said.

Everyone was too focused on you and Sunoo that they didn't notice a dark gaze staring right at you and Sunoo.

"That should be me... I should be the one next to you..."

He thought to himself and clenched his fists.

"Tofu... The boys say they want to sleep over... Is that okay with you?"

Sunoo asked.

"of course... We have plenty of rooms..."

You hand signed with a smile.

"Thank you tofu. "

Sunoo smiled at you. He was about to kiss you again but he remembered his friends are here so he stopped himself as he knows you are shy.

[at night]

You were in the room...

It's already passed midnight, but sunoo is not back yet... They probably are still playing downstairs. So you decided to go downstairs and see what they are up to.

You went down and went to the living room. You sae the guys asleep on the floor, some on the couch.

You let out a small smile seeing how cute they were. You went closer and covered them with the blankets.

But you didn't notice that there were only 6 of them there.

You went back up to your room and went back to bed but you didn't notice that there was a dark figure in your room.

After awhile, you felt the other side of the bed sink and a hand was wrapped around your waist.

You smiled thinking that it was sunoo.

You turned around and hugged "sunoo" back and kissed him on the lips.

But something was off.. usually sunoo will say good night to you and kiss you back too.

But this time he didn't.

And... He is breathing really heavily.

You got worried so you got up and turned on the head lamps.

But you got a big shock when you saw the persons face.

It's not Sunoo... It's Jungwon...

You wanted to shout but nothing came out of your mouth.

"What are you doing here?"

You hand signed but realised that Jungwon cannot understand.

But to your surprise, he replied to you.

"I'm there cause i miss you Y/n..."

Jungwon said and tried to come near to you.

"stay there, don't come near me"

You quickly moved back while hand signing.

"Why not? Come on... I just want a hug Y/n..."

Jungwon said and came nearer to you. You wanted to back away but you couldn't because behind you was the wall.

So you gave Jungwon a chance to finally hug you...

You tried to push him away and shout but you can't make any noise.

"ah... Ah..."

Only soft and small sounds came out of your mouth...

"Shh... Shh... It's okay... It's gonna be alright..."

Jungwon tried to calm you down.

But you are really scared... You are not close to Jungwon at all... You only saw him a few times...

You didn't know why he was acting like this.

You started crying because you cant get call for help... You can only let him do whatever he wants.

"Oh no... Don't cry baby... I'm not gonna hurt you..."

Jungwon wiped your tears and kissed you.

You tried to push him away but he was too strong.

After a while, he finally let you go and rested his head on your shoulders.

He was taking heavy breaths...

"I love you Y/n... "

He whispered in your ears.

"Don't tell this to anyone... Keep this a secret okay...? It's not time yet... I will tell them when it's right okay?"

Jungwon said to you while smiling.

But the next second, he smile change from a happy one the a evil one...

"Don't try to do something fun behind my back okay? I'm doing this to protect them... If they know about this... And try to steal you away from me... I can't promise I won't do anything to them..."

You were really scared... You nodded your head because you don't know what Jungwon can do...

And you don't want to know either...

Went a little long on this... Hope you enjoy!

[clairebearsparkles]

What is my tma ttrpg

So I made a post yesterday about if people were interested in hearing about my heavily based on Monster of the Week tma ttrpg that has charts. I am very excited about the charts, I just love them.

So here's my little breakdown of what I am making, and just what I have in my file right now. Also WARNING for tma SPOILERS, I won't be vague about any references to the podcast itself and the lore if it comes up in my explanation, or in the comments on this post and anything adjacent to that.

So the general idea is the players are all different character archetypes that all work together to stop fear anomalies that pop up. Btw if you have any ideas of things you would like to see added on or changed let me know, I am always open for ideas and feedback.

Now onto what's in it.

The different playbooks I have made up so far are The Chosen One, The Skeptic, The Expert, The Researcher, The (Former) Cultist, The Unfortunate Fool, The Professional, and The Jack of All Trades (this one is your Mikale Salesa type). Each type is based on character(s) archetypes I noticed in the show, but if you guys have types I should add I'll happily take suggestions.

The Avatar playbooks are a separate thing, since these function differently to normal playbooks. There are 3 types of Avatar Playbooks (multiple players can play the same Avatar playbook, just not the same Fear). There's Primal Fear (Buried, Corruption, Flesh, Hunt, Slaughter), Internal Fear (Desolation, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Web), and External Fear (Dark, End, Extinction, Stranger, Vast). Being an Avatar comes with benefits but also issues, you'll have to deal with fighting the impulsive need to feed your fear when it comes up, but only if you want to fight it (Very similar to the Curses in the Monstrous Playbook in motw). When you pick your playbook you pick your Fear as well, and for your abilities/moves you pull from The Fear Table.

Fear Table is a list of 75 different moves (5 for each fear) that you can pick from. The reason it's an entire separate table and not just connected to the Avatar playbooks is because there's a way for normal players to access the moves as well.

The biggest addition to this game's system is The Fear Scale. The Fear Scale is how you measure your relationship to each fear. Usually you start in the middle and can then either move forward or backwards. Forward gives you benefits and abilities, but along the way you take flaws. Backwards on the scale gives you disadvantages when dealing with each fear and markings/scars. There are ways to move up and down the scale, you can either strive to always remain balanced, or try to become an Avatar by moving up the scale.

When you move up you gain moves but also mutations, I included a fun table with a way to randomize what kind of effects you get called the Inhumanity Table, but you are also welcome to pick your own mutations if you have a vision. For the markings/scars it's all dependent on the situation the Player is in, if they are in a fire and are in a position to get a scar from the Desolation then it'll be a burn mark.

Something I also added that's in other Powered by the Apocalypse games is Conditions, because what fun is a game about Fears if you can't be afraid. They pretty much function identically to the other games that use them, they just spice up role play and add a way to cause conflict.

The basic moves are the usual ones you expect (Fight, Protect Someone, Investigate, Stay Cool, Manipulate, and Help Out), but there are two unique moves for this game, those are Console and Instill Fear. Console is a move you can use to remove Conditions from players and npcs, and Instill Fear is sorta the "magic" move, it allows supernatural actions that when done successfully move you up the scale, but when done badly can move you down.

I think that's the most of what I have, it's the big stuff at least. I'd love to hear what you guys think of it.

[drdemonprince]

howms’t does one approach cruising while trans?? i’m deeply intrigued by what i’ve seen when people ask about your sauna experiences and whatnot, and wonder if you wouldn’t mind taking a deeper dive into the basics (or link a post if this is something you’ve already discussed) but im really curious about things like how safe it is, how safe you personally Feel when doing it, success rate, managing expectations, and so on

I've posted about it before, but I know tumblr search is bad so I'm happy to reshare the info:

Cruising spots operate primarily on nonverbal communication, but it's so overt that even an empathy free Autistic like me can pick up on it.

Basically, if someone looks at you and holds their gaze for a while after you look back, they are trying to smash. To convey you are also interested, continue to stare back. Then either you or the other person can approach.

Light touching on the arm / ass / back /leg also signal interest. After someone engages with you in any of these ways, you can turn toward them and start touching them. If you want, you can then ask them about whatever it is you want to do: ask if they have a condom / if they want a blowjob / if they want to go find a quiet corner to head off to / whatever.

Or you can just initiate. Don't be afraid to touch people who have conveyed interest. You can say no or move someone's hand away at any time, or suggest an alternate activity, and they will do the same to you. Feel free to walk away at any time. Guys will also just up and walk away from you if they suddenly aren't feeling it. Don't get too in your head about it. That's just them exercising consent.

Alternatively, you can position your body in a way that is an open invitation: say, by draping yourself over a piece of furniture or in a sex swing/whatever's there, holes available, maybe some condoms laid next to you. I like to get a room and lay down ass up with condoms by my ass and mouth with a blindfold on and the door open.

Generally speaking if a person is lying ass up, they're looking to bottom, and if they are lying dick up or standing in one spot jerking off, they are looking to top.

You don't have much to worry about as a trans guy in gay saunas like Steamworks, or most other cruising spaces. Trans guys being there is not a big deal and is normal. I went many times long before I "passed", including with my tits out. It's not a big deal. Act like you being there is blase and that you're mildly bored and have done this a million times and nobody will care. (this is also a great tip for those new to using men's bathrooms btw. just act a little bored and aloof).

If you want to bring a buddy your first time, do it. It's normal to have nerves. You can just go with the intent of watching and not doing anything the first time. You never have to do anything you don't want to, but you very much belong there and some people will be interested, and the spa owners / bar owners will be used to the fact that trans guys go there. There may even be trans specific nights, but regardless you are welcome on any day.

Have fun!

[krowlovesinazuma]

Welcome to the Inazuma aficionado Sagau blog!

Yes this blog doesn't have fancy dividers, edits, or stuff like that, but I still hope u can stay for a while!

About me: Name's Krow, I'm amab and 17! English is my second language, and I'm a beginner in-game! If you want my UID hit me up in messages! I only play on the America server btw! Social blog: @krowlovesreading

About this blog: This shall be the writing place for my personal, self-indulgent Sagau ideas! Yes I'll take asks and requests, as long as they belong in the universe I craft. Don't worry, there will be no complicated stuff in this universe, but I recommend you read this prologue to start off!

About universe: Reader is a Genshin player and Inazuma fan, that frequently plays with their characters and builds them with care! As such, only Inazuma became self aware as the rest of Teyvat had forgotten the stories about the creator. Reader then appears in Inazuma, and confirms that they have both golden blood, and a phone to keep control of the story and characters!

About requests: While this au is flexible, please adhere to the title: Inazuma only! Also, at the time of writing, I'll write only for the girls! If a character is from Inazuma and a girl, I'll write for her! (Yes, Chiori counts!) Also, please keep in mind that in this sagau, the reader has some set character traits (Inazuma lover, tired of irl world), so please refrain from altering those traits! I may open a regular writing blog in the future though! Also, please ensure to mention if you want Platonic or Romantic, and with various characters, Poly or separate! All requests must include gn!reader, and maximum of 3 characters per request (Only 2 if poly)! Btw, please don't suggest crack or smut, and please avoid stuff that alters canon plotlines and involves heavy violence! (AKA messing with Inazuma's AQ and asking for another war, we're comfy in here)

About interactions: This blog is very much self indulgent, so Idm people just leaving likes! However, leaving requests, comments, and reblogs make me feel special, and I love seeing people actually reacting to my content like that! Also, I'm accepting special anons, so those that wish to become recurrent participants, you only need to ask for an emoji for identification!

That's it! Please have fun, and if not go look at other blogs! They're really cool •^•

[scripted-downfall]

You know I have some really unfriendly opinions on Misha and especially Jensen but I don't go out of my way to try to make their fans upset. Don't be a dick.

So, I usually don't plan on addressing the various vituperative messages that have built up in my ask box --- just a brief side note to the others about that... I did say that it was always open, but that is not, btw, an invitation to be bullied! Luckily, however, I really don't care. So. Go off, I guess! (Side question: if I give you permission to yell at me in my ask box, will you leave everyone else alone? Because I'd make that trade.) --- but yours actually makes an argument that I can address, instead of just spitting random opinions as though they're facts, all proceeded by "LOL", so I'm going to respond.

Despite my natural proclivity for sarcasm, I mean this completely honestly; it's really cool that you have, as you term them, unfriendly opinions on Misha and Jensen. And, while I, personally, disagree --- at least as regards their acting; like I've said repeatedly, I don't know everything (or even that much) about them irl --- I honestly welcome you to share them! There are tons of people out there who are bound to feel similarly --- it's a statistical certainty, given the size of the SPN fandom --- and I cannot say enough how satisfying it can be to find people of like-minded ways of thinking.

There's a difference between expressing one's opinion, however, and "[going] out of my way to try to make their fans upset." It's not like I left these messages untagged, or anything like that; they weren't left with solely generic tagging, with something along the lines of "#supernatural", "#sam winchester", "#jared padalecki", etc. Indeed, I marked this as explicitly "#anti jared padalecki" every time, precisely because I didn't want people to be exposed to the post unless they chose to look at things tagged that way; I marked it this way so people knew what they were getting into.

If his fans saw this post, then they actively sought it out. I will take responsibility for what I said --- largely because I said it and stand by it: I don't like his acting, probably never will, and nobody (especially not random jarpad stans online, who took the four hours in which I was sleeping as free reign to spam my inbox with asks whose anonymous statuses suggest that they weren't even willing to take credit for them in public) is going to change my opinion on this --- but I do not take responsibility for, as you put it, "going out of my way to try to make [his] fans upset." They chose to be here same as I did.

Also. Speaking as a fan of Jensen's acting, a fan of Misha's acting, and a very severe anti to Padalecki's acting: if you like Jared's acting, that's valid! If you dislike Misha/Jensen? That's valid! Opinions --- especially differing ones --- are good; they're measures of individuality, of free will, et cetera. A number of my friends love Jared and Sam, and dealing with that is really easy! I just don't talk to them about the fact that I dislike either of their faves. With the exception of the occasional good-tempered debate --- where they're giving as good as they get, and we're both speaking in good fun --- it just doesn't come up! And that's fine!

There's a difference between having an opinion and trying to force other people to share it. I never said that Jared stans should come look at the posts, and I haven't exactly been subtle about disliking Sam up to this point; indeed, a brief search on "anti sam winchester" yields about 20 results on my blog. If his fans choose to come onto my blog, that's their choice. And if we're at the point where expressing a contrasting opinion to any group of people is "going out of my way to try to make [them] upset", then our society is discouraging individuals from thinking for themselves, and that's problematic in and of itself.

So, yeah. Differing opinions = good. Expressing opinions = good. Trying to force other people to share them = bad. Yelling at random people online because they don't love your idol = bad. It's not that hard!

[plushtism]

PINNED POST YAAY

Howdy and welcome to my plushie catalog dear friends! I have autism, I am Objectum and POSIC+, and I've been gathering numerous plushes for my entire life and I love them all so dearly and they make me super happy and I wish to share them with you all :]

I'll post each plush individually with a little bio about them and what they're like and where they came from, etc. All tagged accordingly into little categories with what they are, any plushes of fictional characters however are lumped into their own single categories (since don't have enough of each series or media to justify making special tags for every single one)

Unfortunately due to either the long length of time I've had them or being really brand new some of them don't have names though, so I am open to naming suggestions on any that don't! (Please keep it appropriate though, they have feelings too man)

Aside from that I'll also post the occasional silly photos since I take a lot of them ehehe ^^ I'll have a seperate tag for that too but %]

This page is intended to be a lighter hearted and fun lil place, and I don't want to drag any sorta drama or turmoil here, however I feel I should make it known some of my plush friends may not have the happiest stories behind them because I have had a very rough and upsetting life, I will make sure to warn ahead of time for these topics though but I just want people to be aware that it'll come up since thats unfortunately unavoidable.

This blog is also run by a plural system, this wont affect much besides being possibly mentioned in plushie bios sometimes, and when answering asks and such we'll tag our names, you're mostly gonna see me here (Sludge) but the others might pop in sometimes %D

(this blog is welcome to systems of all origin btw)

More info abt tags and such under the cut for space:

More info tba but YAHH tags!

🐾 >Animals - Probably the broadest tag here, this is just for plushes who are regular ol' animals and don't have any other tag to fall under

🎮 >Games - Plushies that are characters or critters from a video game of any sort

📺 >TV - Plushes that are characters or critters from a show I like (note: both TV shows or indie web-series count under this one!)

🎨 >Misc Media - Plushes that for one reason or another don't exactly fit under just the Games or TV tags, either due to the source material being varied in medium or due to being from somewhere else entirely

⚠️ >Woah Buddy - Catch-all sub-category for plushes from a pre-existing media that has a troubling source material that requires seperate warnings of its own

💔 >Hugs and Bruises - Catch-all tag for plushes with any sort of traumatic life story attatched to them, from anywhere in between my childhood or adulthood

✨️ >Pokemon - I'm breaking my no fandom tags rule because I feel like I have enough plush pokemon to warrent it, bite me

🌈 >Beanies - I FUCKING LOVE BEANIE BABIES especially the older ones........ but I have a soft spot for the newer ones too sometimes sorry

🍞 >Squishes - Umbrella tag for my Squishmallows and Squishables, for the record and to be absolutely clear I DO NOT endorse the company behind Squishmallows though, they can suck it

🎁 >Express Delivery - Umbrella tag for my heap of Makeship plushes

🪆 >Puppet Show - I LOVE PUPPETS SO MUCH MAN i don't have many but I love them so much they deserve a tag for being such special lil guys

🎙 >Songs and Circuits - Umbrella tag for plushes with any sort of extra inner workings under all that fluff! Usually voice boxes and the like

📬 >Friend to Friend - Plushes who were gifts from friends of mine :]

💬 >Lasting Memory - Plushes that were either gifts from people I no longer associate with, were gifts from people who have passed on, or are otherwise are heavily associated with a loss I have experienced (be it an ex friend, or a death of a pet, or anything else)

🎊 >Beloved - All of my plushies are beloved by me in some way of course, but this ones for the plushes who are just that extra bit of special to me for one reason or another

🪄 >Love in the Stitches - Plushes that were handmade in one way or another, either by yours truly or by someone else

🌻 >Booboos - Plushes that have some sort of physical damage or have needed repair in the past and still have the scars to show for it

⚛️ >Plush Proxy - Because our system is very introject and fictive-heavy, we have this thing in our system we like to call "Plush Proxying" where whoever is currently in front takes our usual routine of carrying a plush around everywhere, and instead its a plush of themselves! Not every one of us has a plush proxy of course, but its something important enough to us that I think the plushes earned their own tag for it

🪢 >Unusuals - Plushes that are just downright strange little guys, wether it be the plush itself that's just weird, me not even remembering where they came from, only barely fitting the plush category, or just whatever I deem fit and odd enough to put in here

Any tags for other stuff would just be ">Plush [x]" (like plush pics, plush talks, etc) ya! X]

[platinumwarden]

((CONTENT WARNING: This account will be occasionally discussing themes of religion, religious trauma, war, exile, injury, death, and pokemon injury. Please block those tags accordingly! I will have these tags with the 'cw' header))

((This blog is MEDIUM-STAKES. Most of the time it will be very casual, but this blog can participate in high-stakes RP, just ask me beforehand))

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Salutations Rotomblr

I believe it is about time I made one of these "Rotomblr" accounts.

I am Lucien, a Ranger and former Galaxy Team member. My title as "Platinum Warden" is due to my duty to attend to matters at Spear Pillar and across Hisui (and prevent a second spacetime rift).

I am also a chosen of Arceus (from what Aster has told me after some discussion), so yes it apparently runs in the family (somehow, I had asked Arceus not to bless my bloodline...)

My pokemon are Elsa Maria, an alpha Frosslass and Emperor, an alpha Garchomp.

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Here are the tags for this blog:

☆ Lucien Answers -> My answers

☆ Hisuian Hauntings -> ((the rp tag))

☆ Stellardex -> Important Posts

((Ooc below))

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Picrew used for pfp here

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Welcome to the OOC bit.

☆ Pelipper Mail | Musharna mail is ON

☆ Musharna Malice is ON

☆ Sentient pokémon + Legendary pokémon can interact! (AND ENCOURAGED)

☆ Canon character RP blogs can interact!

☆ Magic Anons are OFF

☆ IN CHARACTER HATE IS ALLOWED! JUST DON'T GO OVERKILL (also I have the right to delete ic hate asks if they're too much so)

Hii again, it's me Necro. I did an RP with Lucien a bit ago and realized that for ease of interaction I think it'd be best to give him a rotomblr!! So here we are with rotomblr acc #3 weeeeee

He'll appear in various locations, from Hisui to Area Zero to Kitakami to BBA, he's just a ghost doing ghost things, so yeah! He's just a spooky guy that I have a ton of fun RP-ing weee

My other rotomblr blogs are @4ster-bl4ster and @evo-lutioneternal

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General tidbits:

No NSFW with this account, but suggestive is fine. These will be tagged with 'cw: suggestive' and 'cw suggestive'

I literally made this blog to be silly and have fun, so please don't take things too seriously :')

If things don't fit 100% with people's canon it's fine, like I don't mind working with ppl. Again, this is just me making a blog for my pokemon oc for the sake of havin fun.

Here's a bit about myself:

Name is Necro/Nec

Main blog is @the-necrobotanist [follows and likes are from @wyrmoffthestr1ng though]

Pronouns are He/They

20 y/o, Illustration major in college

LGBTQIA+ (I'm trans/nonbinary!)

I mainly dabble in Wizardblr lol

Pokémon is my hyperfixation, and I am an avid shiny hunter :)

Chronically ill, and I have a lotta anxiety so I often will explain things in tags if I'm worried abt something.

If you want more just like, go to my main or smthn.

I can't think of anything else to add to this part right now, so I'll add things here as needed.

Btw no TERFS, Zi*nists, or your like. I will block you on sight. Get out

[hoghtastic]

Some of the comments here belong more in a private Instagram group chat 😂😅 Especially when we talk about her looks! It just makes us look jealous and petty. And the master manipulator will use that in her favour at some point. In Denmark, physical beauty has a different value. The average-looking women is considered more beautiful than in other countries. Body positivity is real in Denmark. Imagine how incredibly easy it will be for Johanne to play victim and how Danish women will sympathise with her. We will be Alex jealous crazy fans tearing a poor woman apart. Every one of her posts and stories are criticised here, even crochet hooks are interpreted as an innuendo. Please don't get me wrong, I know why people think that way about her, she's a psychopath. But I know that sooner or later the selfie-cow will take advantage of this blog. Last year she managed to collect all of his friends, that haven’t followed her within a few days for a private Instagram account, and just because of a few 🙄 emojis. We have two three solid things against her, the art theft, multiple lies and so on but even the fan accounts are quiet 🤐 so we get no outside support.

I want to talk about her appearance too btw!!!!!! The difference between her own posts and unfiltered ones are insane but I‘d feel more comfortable to do that in a private groupchat not to give her the satisfaction of playing a victim. You’re blog is fun and this is just a friendly suggestion, maybe you offer a groupchat on Instagram for these type of conversations 😅 or other subjects. For example I‘ve heard some things about his sexual preferences but I‘d never share it on a public blog.

Hello, anon! 😃 First of all, thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts on this topic, and for the friendly suggestions!

I can totally understand your perspective, and I agree that some comments/opinions shared here are not the most political correct, but it has also been my goal to provide everyone a space with as much freedom as possible, where everyone can express all of their opinions, either positive or negative, and interact with each other even if the conversation sometimes gets a little off topic. I know doing this on a public blog might not always be ideal, but if anything, it shows a real picture of the fandom — the good side, the bad side and everything in between. Because if we feel the need to "hide" our thoughts (considering we're not harassing people directly, of course — that is something I personally do not condone), doesn't that denote some kind of censorship as well? Which was exactly what led me to start this blog in the first place — seeing fans being "attacked" by other fans on IG for having different opinions. From my perspective, having different opinions is a good thing, and if we can discuss them in a civil manner, we might actually learn something along the way, or consider things we hadn't before. I know I already have, in the few months of this blog's existence. 😊 Moreover, a public space is always easier to find for new fans who are just trying to gather some more info or get a perspective of the fandom, rather than private groups, who are usually kept among a more restricted group of people, and not always very welcoming towards newcomers. Besides, while I agree that a private group grants people more freedom to express their thoughts in a more unfiltered way and/or share more sensible information, there's also no guarantee that screenshots won't be taken and shared in other places, and it can be hard to know who did it in the first place, so privacy isn't 100% guaranteed, unfortunately. 😕

That said, if a group chat on Instagram (or another platform) is something you guys would like to have, I'm open to creating one as well. 😊 So just let me know what you think! 💖

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

[intotherumiverse]

American Girl

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Shit this has been in my head for a hot min. I’d like to thank @xetou​ @minruko​ and @koishiguro​ for listening to me spew my bull shit for days on end.The ice cream shop mentioned in the fic is a real ice cream place (which slaps btw) but Brooke isn’t a real person (I just used the name)   Also this is the song I used for the inspiration for the fic. And with that, hope you enjoy <3 ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Reo can speak English in this fic, He’s knowledgeable in some American culture but not all. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff and crack  ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ: Female Reader  ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1k+

It was on a business trip when Reo saw you. He wasn’t one for the slow, dull, work of his father’s job, but after he turned 20, he was given no other choice. It was in New York he met you. You were minding your own business, getting coffee for some of the other staff that was with him on this godforsaken trip. Your smile and the way you carried yourself drew himself to you. “Who’s that?” Reo couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he whispered to Nagi, one of his associates.

“(Y/n) apparently, she’s one of the people that has applied for the new secretary position. Walking over to where you were standing, he tells Nagi

“Send the others home, I want her.”

“You sure Reo?” Not focusing, he nods. Walking over to where you were standing, Reo suddenly becomes self-conscious of himself. Uncurling his spine, he fixes himself before speaking. But you beat him to the punch.

“How can I help you Mr. Mikage?” Your voice was so alluring to him, the smoky timbers of it leading him like a moth to a flame.  Clearing his throat, he says 

“I’d like to inform you that you have been hired to the company as my… personal assistant.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. You were expecting a job but nothing like this. I mean, New York was all you knew, withdrawing yourself now would have some troubles. 

“Maybe we should get to know each other, you know, business-wise?”

It was Reo’s turn to be shocked, lavender eyes shining in curiosity. “And what do you suggest we do?” The tension was thick in the eyes, electricity forming between the two of you. “Give me your number,” you say in the spur of the moment. You knew it was a bad idea to start falling for your newly formed boss but something about him was so alluring. 

“I’ll text what time you can pick me up.”

“Bold, very very bold Miss (Y/n).”

“What can I say, I was raised here. Bold is in my DNA”

“I quite like it,” pulling a sleek business card out of his pocket, he gives a small smirk

“I look forward to your text, Miss (Y/n)”

And that’s how you ended up staring at your phone for the umpteenth hour. You had always heard of the mysterious Reo Mikage, a boy who never wanted to be a king, but the real deal was far more enticing. He had self-esteem inside that made him glow, you couldn’t place it. Rolling onto your stomach, you pull up his phone number. 

“2 pm Mr.Mikage, I’ll show you, New York, as you’ve never seen before.”

In a matter of minutes, he responds 

“Looking forward to it”

Tomorrow will be a good day.

You looked good. You could tell that from the way Reo’s eyes tracked you walking down the street. The clear desire showing itself through the way he looked at you hungrily. 

“Good morning Mr.Mikage” you smile sweetly at him.

“Good morning to you too Miss (Y/n). I trust you slept well.” 

“Well enough,” you reply. Clasping your hands together, you continue 

“Shall we be off?” 

“I’ll bring the car around.” Stifling a laugh, you giggle at Reo’s obvious oblivion. 

“You’re in New York Mr.Mikage, you don’t bring a car, you walk.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Very much so.” 

“Then it is as you wish.”  Pulling out a phone from one of his pockets, he talks lowly into the phone. After a couple of minutes, he puts it away and smiles. 

“Lead the way Miss (Y/n).”

Reo was never truly speechless in his life. Not until today. He wasn’t expecting to be led into the heart of New York by one of the most beautiful people he’s ever seen. Standing in front of the small shop, he looks over to your glowing face. 

“Are we here?” He asks carefully 

“We are! Welcome to the best ice cream shop in New York, in my opinion. Welcome to Surreal Creamery.”

The small shop didn’t seem like much on the outside. Small, it was easily unnoticeable on the exterior. 

“Are you sure about it, Miss (Y/n)? It doesn’t seem like much.”

Giving the concerned man a sly look, you say nothing as you drag him into the small shop. 

“Hi! Welcome to Surreal Creamery, My name is Brooke and I’ll be your server today! What can I get you?” 

“Can I have a Chocolate Blackout please?” Brooke take note of the order on her iPad 

“And you sir?” 

“I’ll have the Thai Milk Bubble Tea & Vietnamese Iced Coffee Ice Cream please?” 

“Okay that will be 24.15” 

You reach over and pull out your card, ready to pay, with Reo already placing his onto the table.

“Sir you don’t have to pay! I invited you out today, I should pay.” 

There was something in his stare that made you not fight on it longer. Letting him pay, the two of you left, ice creams in hand. 

You take small scoops of ice cream, and Reo does the same. The cars in the background are the only noise.

“This is really good Miss (Y/n).” Reo savors the sweetness of the icy dessert. 

“Told ‘ya so.” 

Walking side by side on the slowly emptying streets of New York. The slow pace of the later afternoon was peaceful to Reo. 

“I had fun Miss (Y/n).” Reo smiles at you, loving how your skin glows in the afternoon sun. It frames your face as if the deities up above were blessing you. 

“I had fun too Mr.Mikage. Maybe we could do this again.” You haven’t felt such an attraction to one man more than you ever had than today. It was like a tugging in your heart and he had the strings. Pulling you closer and closer until the two of you were facing each other. You felt his breath tickle your face, the cloying scent of ice cream caressing your sensitive skin. He traced your jawline, hands strong and undeniably rough, goosebumps rising from where he touched. 

“I know you feel it (Y/n),” Reo mumbles. You notice slightly as Reo drops the formalities that he usually added to your name. “There’s tension between you and me. I know you can feel it too. C’mon princess, can I have a kiss?”

Your stomach dropped. He felt it too, the undeniable something that was in the air. You had no words, feeling dazed and confused. The was only one answer. The one that you both knew was the answer to your questions. 

“Yes.”

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Better than when you found it -Part 2-

Part 1 Here

-The Second Day: Saturday- 

Ekubo: Yawwwwn~~What are we doing today?

Reigen brushing teeth: There’s a DVD rental kiosk around the corner. Wanna check it out? 

Mob: Yes I’m here

Reigen: Wait, Mob what? (btw you have foam on your face.)

Mob: Weren’t you asking me where I was?

Reigen: No?

Serizawa pops out: Did someone say movie?!

Mob thinks: I keep hearing someone calling my name.

One unspecified adult: What movies are we getting?

Another unspecified adult: Lets go take a look at what they have.

--20 Minutes Later--

Unspecified Adult: Alright! What do we have? 

(It’s not specified who is speaking here, but based on the speech form it’s either Reigen or Ekubo, not Serizawa)

Ekubo reads: The Hunger Games?

Someone else: We’ll that’s....

Mob: I’ve heard of it before.

Ekubo: Yeah?

Mob: Master told me about it. -He holds up a clothes hanger-

Mob puts the clothes hanger on his head: Yeah! Hunger Games!

Ekubo: Um....

Reigen: NO NO, That’s not it.

(Can someone explain this reference to me? I’ve never seen the Hunger games. I have no idea what this is about.)

Somebody: Whatever. Lets try it. 

There is a loud scream from the TV. Serizawa is startled into dropping his tea tray. Ekubo covers Mob’s eyes. 

Reigen is pissed: WHO PICKED THIS VIOLENT FILM?! Take care of Mob!

Mob peeling Ekubo’s hands off his face: Um... I’m fine with it. I just.....I just feel like something is wrong. 

(He’s actually referring to the presence of the spirit in the apartment. He’s been talking about it since the first panel. The adults are having too much fun they forgot.)

Reigen: You.....You’re not likeing this violence are you?  hmmmmmm

Reigen: Okay Mob! Listen up! I’m gonna teach you the right way to approach media like movies and TV.

You gotta put yourself in the shoes of the protagonist.

(I LOVE THE WAY THIS PANEL IS DRAWN. The framing of the panel is encouraging and mentorly, like a coach telling his player to go out there and do his best, ........except it’s Reigen...teaching Mob to watch movies.... He’s 14, I’m sure he’s seen movies before.)

Reigen puts his hand on Mob’s shoulder: You think you can do it? 

Mob: um....

Reigen: Try it out! I guarantee you’ll get a different experience out of it.

Mob is watching intently while all three adults look bored. The room is filled with fighting sounds.

Mob: That looks like it hurts.

Reigen looks over at Mob and fails to notice the rustling behind him. 

Reigen’s Phone Rings: Crap I forgot

Mob: Is it a client?

Reigen: Yeah

Reigen: I’m just going to go on my own, it’ll be quick.

Ekubo: Are you gonna be okay on your own?

Reigen: Yeah it’s fine, It’s just an in-office consultation. I’ll be back at around noon.

Mob: Okay, see you later

Reigen: yep

Ekubo: So.... what are we gonna do?

Serizawa: Ummmmm

(I like how Ekubo hangs out on top of Mobs head, the way he does all the time as a spirit.)

Serizawa gets an idea looking at the microwave: How about we cook while waiting for Reigen to return?

Mob: That’s a good idea, he’d be hungry when he comes back Mob thinks: I don’t know how to cook though. 

Ekubo rolls up sleeves: Lets do it! It’s not like we’re busy. I’ll show you my signature dish!

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun...

Ekubo: Alright lets divide up  the work.

Mob: Okay

Serizawa: ah! Yes!

They start cooking. Mob cuts himself chopping vegetables.

Serizawa: Ah! You’re bleeding!  Mob: Ow ow... Ekubo: You cut yourself AGAIN?!

They’re almost done.  Mob: Im hungry Ekubo making fried rice. Should we make something more than just this? Serizawa: Ah, we can add a salad!

It’s 12:42

Reigen Returns: Ugh this place is so far from the office. I’m starving.

He’s jiggling the key in the lock: lock is acting up again. 

Huh?

(This is a callback to the beginning when he was working the lock, he told everyone to do things in pairs to avoid being possessed. He forgot and went off on his own.) Reigen gets possessed

The door clatters and he enters the apartment. 

Mob: ah! Master! Welcome back!

Mob: Master?

Reigen: What have you guys busied yourself with? 

Ekubo: Um.... what?

Serizawa: We made lunch

Mob: eh? ehhh?

Reigen:THIS is what you’ve decided to whittle away the last few hours on?

(This is so hard to translate, but it’s what I love about translating. His word choice here is saying that 1. they acted without permission. 2. they did something that wasted time, and resources and was ultimately unnecessary. 3. they’re screwing around like children.)

Reigen: No one asked you to do this. Why you did is beyond me. 

Others: ?!

Reigen: I put a lot of effort into planning what foods to bring and what the meal plans were going to be.

(Reigen doesn’t normally have light colored eyes. That’s a nice touch.)

Ekubo is looking at Mob

Mob: I....Im sorry

Ekubo remembers how eager mob wanted to cook for Reigen, how he cut him self trying. 

Serizawa: Mr. Reigen, this is very unlike you. Is something wrong?

Ekubo to Reigen:  I don’t like your tone.

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun!*

Ekubo: Look, I’m not sure what’s gotten into you but.......

Reigen: Hmm?

(*This wasn’t made all that clear in the manga, but Serizawa is ALWAYS very deferential around Reigen. He’s never direct with him, meekly suggests things rather than outright stating them. He doesn’t treat their relationship as that of equals, he’s the subordinate and he expresses this in the language he uses and the tone he takes. As opposed to Ekubo who is direct and not afraid to confront Reigen. Ekubo’s pronouns, word choice and tone expresses the belief that he is an equal if not better than the people around him.

Which is why Serizawa is shocked that Ekubo is so direct. Like, How could he just outright say “I dont like your tone” TO Reigen?)

Reigen: got something to say? 

Ekubo: ....how dare you? What gives you the right?

Serizawa: ....?

Reigen: What gives YOU the right? It’s not YOUR body. It’s not like I asked you to possess this man. You did that yourself. 

Serizawa notices that there’s something on Reigen: Ekubo-kun w...wait!

Ekubo: Bastard, if you don’t stop running your mouth....

Reigen smiles: Hmmm? Are you not an evil spirit? You REALLY think you live a normal human life again? 

(I love that panel with Reigen’s silent open-mouthed smile, he knows he’s won.  He’s gonna pull the trigger now.)

Ekubo: ..... I see 

Mob: Eku~ Ekubo: I understand now. -He walks out and closes the door being him-

Mob stands at the door: Ekubo?

Serizawa: Ekubo-kun

(AAAHHH I LOVE HOW YOU DON’T SEE EKUBO’S EXPRESSION IN THE FIRST PANEL THERE)

Reigen: Enough.... he’s so much trouble.

Mob is still at the door:..... Ekubo

Mob: When we were cooking, he said....

Ekubo: He’s considerate in a way.... For an evil spirit like me, he treats me no different than anyone else around him.... that’s something. 

Mob: Eventhough Ekubo is an evil spirit, and a dangerously powerful one at that,... he’s an uncharacteristically a good person.

Mob opens the door and runs outside after him. 

TO BE CONTINUED

I like this part SO GODDAMN MUCH. Reigen is really good at reading people and knowing what to say. He can use his words to get people to feel how he wants them to, and the idea of him getting possessed and unleashing his ability on other people to destroy them is so goddamn cool. 

You’ve heard of Empaths. They are people that easily understand the emotions of others. But in psychology, there’s a lesser known personality type called a “Dark Empath” that can understand peoples feelings well but is also a sociopath that has no problems hurting other people.

Dark Empaths use their understanding of other people to hurt, defraud and other take advantage of others. These are people that convince others to commit suicide or charm people out of their life savings etc.

I wish there was more Dark Empath! Reigen fics. This is something I’ve not seen in Fanfiction, in fact, this comic is the only place I’ve seen it. It’s such an interesting concept. Like, if there were fics that cast him as a villan, then it’s perfectly in-character and logical for him to be a Dark Empath.

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I don’t know if you’re still doing asks for the advent calendar. But just wondering if you could do a Ben x Reader x Present!Roger, where Ben and reader are the subs for Rog and he is hard!dom and they’re getting punished but at the end it’s super fluffy with my fav poly relationship. Idk if this makes since and I hope you could be comfortable with writing this! Btw love your writing! ❤��❤️

Oh i absolutely love this prompt and honestly i can’t think of a better way to end this thing than with a rog x ben threesome!!

Warnings: smut, spanking, edging/orgasm denial, sir kink, dom! rog, sub! ben, sub! reader, collars, a tiny bit of hair pulling, overstimulation, minor mentions of oral sex (m and f receiving), there’s also a bit where rog steps on reader, also its like 4k lmao

Blurb Advent: Day 25

It had been natural to let Roger take the lead, so to speak, in your relationship. Even in the early days, there’d never really been a question about you submitting to Roger. For one thing, you trended towards submissive anyway but something about Roger, the way he carried himself, automatically made you want to kneel before him. Age probably had something to do with it too. There was a perceived expertise because he was older (and as he frequently joked, wiser too), that had you agreeing to call him Sir and to follow his instructions, even within the first few weeks of getting together. Normally you’d wait a while before jumping into anything especially kinky with someone new, and to be fair he hadn’t rushed into bringing out the harder stuff, but it was almost shameful how fast you’d let him toy with you, agreeing to wear a collar to symbolise your submission. You’d well and truly established your dom/sub relationship before you’d agreed to consider each other boyfriend and girlfriend, (His age may have been a hinderance there, the word boyfriend not often associated with someone like him) so when Ben first met you, he assumed something entirely different. Roger had invited him around for dinner, with the added intention of being able to talk drums for as long as they wanted. Ben had shook your hand and made a comment that implied he thought you were Roger’s niece or grand daughter or something along those lines and before you’d been able to correct him he was caught up in a discussion with Roger about one of the songs he had to play in the movie. You left them too it, shrugging Ben’s assumption off. If you were going to date a man in his seventies then you had to be prepared for people to think you were connected by blood or else that you were in it for the money. Neither was true but it’s what people would think and there was no reason to get upset about it. Ben’s impression was re-evaluated later that day when he’d wandered away from the drum kit to find Roger and walked in on him giving you a quick edge. As soon as he realised Ben was there Roger apologised.

“Oh, that’s um, no, uh, no need for that,” Ben stuttered out, “I just thought, but, uh, I was obviously wrong,”

“Family or sugar baby?” Roger asked curiously.

“Family. Then sugar baby when I saw your hand up her skirt.” Ben seemed to realise what he’d said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“She’s my girlfriend actually,” Roger turned his head to smile at you, “I would have said so but we’ve really only just started telling people so it kind of slipped my mind that I could,”

“No worries, um, I’ll leave you to it and just go try out that bit on the drums again.” Ben turned and walked back down the hallway as quickly as he could, Roger chuckling softly as he kissed the top of your head.

“How would you feel if I invited Ben to have sex with us?” he asked suddenly.

“What?”

“I’m not saying I definitely will but…he’s been looking at you a lot this afternoon. I figured he was probably trying to work out who you were to me but if he assumed family he might have been checking you out.”

“You think?” you asked, trying to keep your tone level. Ben was fit and you wouldn’t have minded him making a pass at you, even if you’d had to turn him down.

“I’ll keep an eye on him, see if I can work it out, but would you be okay with that? If he joined us?”

“That sounds kind of fun,”

“Alright then, I’ll feel him out and see if I can’t convince him to stay the night.”

 Over the course of the afternoon and evening Roger used every trick in his book to determine Ben’s attraction to you, and if he’d be interested in a threeway, steadily getting less and less subtle. By the time dinner had been eaten just about all delicacy was out the window.

“Look, sorry again about earlier,” Roger said, passing Ben a scotch and soda, “I’ve been edging Y/N a bit today because I’m planning on fucking her rotten tonight and I want her dripping wet and ready to beg for it,”

You weren’t sure whether you or Ben was more embarrassed by that but Roger didn’t seem to notice.

“Not that I really need too because she’s got, well let’s call it a very healthy sex drive. Edging her keeps her in her place and makes sure she knows I’m the one who controls if and when she gets an orgasm, but honestly she’s ready to go whenever I ask. I could tell her to strip right now and she would.”

“Is that right?” Ben said despite himself. His eyes darted about the room, not knowing where to look, but his tone was curious.

“She’s very obedient. If you wanted I could tell her to suck you off and it would take literally two seconds for her to be on her knees.”

Ben audibly gulped, his face beyond pink.

“Should I tell her to do that Ben?”

“Umm,”

“I think she’d like it if you joined us tonight. She does think you’re fit.”

“J-joi-join you?”

“We can set up one of the spare rooms for you if you want to stay. I might even see about lending her to you for the night.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, hypothetically, if you did stay, we’d share her for a bit, make up for all those edges I gave her. Then afterwards you could take her off to another bed and have her as many times as you wanted while I got a good nights sleep. Twice this week she’s wanted me in the middle of the night, it’d be nice to let someone else deal with her instead. Of course, there would be a few ground rules but they’re easy enough.”

“Like what?”

“Oh well, you can take her raw if you like but we’d prefer you not to finish in her cunt. Anywhere else is fine though. Obviously safewords are a must and limits have to be respected, hers, yours and mine. And you do need to understand that I’m in charge. She submits to me, she calls me Sir and she wears a collar for me. We both enjoy it, we both get off on it, and we expect anyone who joins us to understand that.”

“I understand,” Ben nodded.

“Does that mean you want to stay?”

“Yes.”

Roger had grinned and turned to you, “Well, why don’t you give our guest a proper welcome.”

 Ben fit in better than you might have assumed he would. It had been natural for you to submit and apparently Ben felt the same. That first night he constantly looked to Roger for guidance and permission, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or do something that would bring the night to an end. As you’d sucked Ben’s cock Roger had commanded you both, telling you when to deepthroat him and when to come up for air, telling him to grab your hair or push you down further. After that he’d suggested Ben repay you and walked him through edging you with just his fingers, teaching him the signs of your impending orgasm so he could stop it at the last second. And when you did finally make it to the bedroom, he’d told you both how to position yourselves, giving instructions and making demands as you’d been filled by both of them. Ben joined you in calling Roger Sir, giving up control as fully as you did. When Roger suggested edging Ben himself, Ben didn’t object. He dropped his eyes and bit his lip and whined prettily as Roger stroked his cock carefully, always stopping short. Afterwards he’d been rewarded, as Roger had promised he would be, with you as company in his bed. Mostly you’d stayed up talking, Ben curiously asking questions about your relationship with Roger and how it had come about. He was most intrigued by the dominant and submissive dynamics, how it worked and how you’d felt adding an extra person to it. Of course, you’d made sure it wasn’t all talk. Ben was hot and Roger expected him to fuck you so there was no harm in it. Besides, you knew Roger would call you a good girl if you were obedient and took Ben however he wanted. Ben seemed to like that aspect of your reasoning too. He didn’t want to disappoint Roger by not using you and the chance of being called a good boy for it was motivation enough.

 You’d expected it to be a one night thing but a couple of weeks later Roger had extended Ben another invitation to dinner. Things went in much the same direction, only Ben had fallen asleep in the bed you shared with Roger rather than taking a spare for himself and the next morning had offered a repeat performance of the night before. It was the same the next time Ben came for dinner and the time after that. On the sixth time you all gave up the pretext of dinner. Ben arrived earlier in the afternoon and Roger greeted him with the order to strip, which he did without question. The next morning Roger, pleased with Ben, made a suggestion that it become more official, and offered him a collar identical to yours.

“You can say no, of course,”

Ben hadn’t even hesitated before he picked up the collar and fitted it around his throat. You’d helped him with the clasp at a look from Roger who’d then ordered you both to suck him off. From then on it became a much more regular thing. For the most part both you and Ben would submit to Roger, gradually showing Ben harder things like spankings and restraints and all the fun stuff. Sometimes Roger would just sit back and watch Ben have his way with you and sometimes he’d disappear with Ben while you were busy or not in the mood. When Roger was called overseas unexpectedly Ben stayed with you. Roger asked for photos and videos and you delighted in sending him pictures of hickeys and scratches you gave each other as well as videos of each of you edging or Ben’s cock sliding in and out of your cunt, your moans in the background. Of course, the shifts in your sexual relationships also impacted your non-sexual relationships. Ben was important to you and Roger. He wasn’t just someone you hooked up with, he was part of things. When you redecorated the kitchen, Ben helped pick out the colours and when Roger wanted someone to listen to the first demo of a new song he’d written, Ben was there to give feedback. He was an extra shoulder to lean on, an extra pair of hands when there was chores to be done, and extra person to spend time with. But even with all the changes, your sexual dynamic remained the same. Roger was in charge. And that was how he liked it. Especially when he got to punish one or both of you.

Not that his punishments were ever really punishments. Once he’d come home from a weekend trip, expecting a clean house only to find the kitchen covered in rubbish and dirty dishes while you and Ben giggled away under the covers upstairs. He’d got very stern and made you both write lines. I will complete my chores before I have sex one hundred times each. But for the most part his punishments were actually fun, if a little painful. Spanking and orgasm denial and bondage, things that you could get off on, and always for small misdemeanours like poking your tongue out at him or going over an edge before you had permission. Because you and Ben enjoyed giving up control so much, your slight bratty tendencies generally just signalled a desire to be pushed or for something a little harder than what he was giving you. When one of you acted out without involving the other he’d let them help with the punishment, giving you both an outlet for any of your slightly more dominant inclinations. But more often than not you’d wind up being punished together.

On one such occasion, you and Ben had started teasingly referring to Roger as Mr Softie within his hearing after he’d dripped ice cream on his shirt. He’d smiled and laughed along but that evening he’d got back at you, using your collars to chain you to the desk in his office, your hands bound in cuffs in front of you. For a while he left you there, just out of reach of each other, wondering what he had in store. The silence was broken every so often by one of you making a quiet suggestion as to what he might do to you or wondering when he’d return, the anticipation building with each passing minute. Your heart pounded in your chest but you only grew wetter as you were forced to wait and Ben seemed to be in a similar predicament, his pants getting steadily tighter. Finally, Roger returned, ignoring you as he placed a paddle and a vibrator down on the desk you were tied to. Without acknowledging you he unclasped Ben’s collar, giving it a tug to make Ben crawl toward the couch set up at the other end of the room.

“Sir?” Ben asked as he reached the couch, looking up at Roger from his place on the floor.

“Up on the couch. Face down. Now.”

Ben jumped to follow the direction, settling with his face pressed against one cushion, his knees resting on the other, and his hips as high in the air as he could comfortably manage.

“Right,” Roger said, turning back to the desk and continuing to ignore you, “It seems you need to be taught a lesson about respect. And I think the fastest way to teach you is to spank your arse raw. Maybe a few days of not being able to sit down will be a strong enough reminder that I own you and you will respect me.” As he talked, Roger retrieved the paddle and tapped it against his hand, just loud enough that Ben could hear, his whimpers rising as he waited for the first strike. You watched as Roger stalked towards Ben, raised his arm and brought it down hard on Ben’s arse, the shocked cry that escaped Ben almost enough to have you whining yourself. Roger didn’t pause, just lay three or four hits on Ben, each one hard enough that Ben tried to wriggle away and the sound cut through the mostly quiet room. Suddenly Roger reached for Ben’s cock, stroking his already hard member before laying another few spanks on him. Ben made a mixture of sounds, some of pain and some of pleasure but all of them egged Roger on as he edged Ben and turned his arse a dappled purple wherever the paddle struck.

“How does that feel slut? Does it hurt?” Roger’s tone shifted to one of mock whining and back in a matter of seconds, “that whore’s going to be in for it too since it was her idea to disrespect me.”

Ben howled as another few spanks hit him, tears getting lost in the cushion of the couch, but you could see how his hips jolted with every light touch to his dick and how he twitched when Roger retracted his hand.

You’d lost count of how many edges and spanks Ben had received by the time Roger hooked two fingers into the collar, using his grip to pull Ben up higher, “Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson or should I keep teaching you?”

Ben shook his head, eyes still watery and voice more of a sob, “no more, please, I understand,”

“I’m very happy to hear that. Do you think you should be allowed to cum now?”

“Yes please Sir,”

“Yeah? You think I should stop being mean and wank you off already?”

Ben nodded.

“Okay then Benny. But only if she manages to hold out.”

Ben whimpered but nodded, falling to his side.

Roger gently stroked his fingers through Ben’s with a few quiet words of praise before he turned to you. Just like with Ben, Roger unchained you and then made you crawl to the couch. It was awkward with your arms bound but you didn’t dare sit up straighter to walk on your knees, that would only leader to a harder punishment. When you reached the couch Roger stopped you, telling you to turn around and get into the same position Ben had been in, your face against the carpet and your arse in the air. The only difference was that you remained on the floor, your arse facing Ben. The first spank took you by surprise. You’d been so concerned with your position and wondering how closely Ben was watching that you’d forgotten what was coming. It was followed by another three in rapid fire, the paddle thwacking you with such force that you jolted forward each time.

“You’re in trouble Benny,” Roger said, bending slightly to drag his fingers along your cunt, “She’s already soaked. Don’t know she’ll last.”

You whined and squirmed as his fingers traced over you and then yelled when he hit you again. There was no pattern to his punishment, try as you might to find one. He gave you two hits and then pressed his fingers into you, fucking you with them for a moment, and then another five hits, his fingertips lightly rubbing your clit, another two spanks, a spank to your cunt, another three to your arse, and then his fingers again. But there was no way to tell how many spanks you’d endure before he edged you or even how he’d touch you, whether he’d twist his fingers inside you or circle your clit.

“Finger her for me,” Roger said and you heard Ben wince as he stood and knelt behind you. You heard Roger walk away as Ben sank his fingers into you. He slowly pulled them out and pushed them back in, wanting to do as he’d been told, but not wanting to accidentally push you over the edge lest he not get his own orgasm. That was until Roger, over his shoulder, told Ben to do it properly or be spanked again. After that Ben was merciless, shoving a third fingers into you and roughly pounding his them as deep as he could go.

“That’s better,” Roger said when he returned to your side, “make the whore pay for getting you into trouble.”

You cried out and tried to wriggle away as another spank came down on you, but it was impossible to escape with Ben’s fingers hooked in your cunt and your bound hands. All the same Roger placed one of his feet on the side of your head, holding you down against the carpet as he whacked you again and again, ignoring your screams and the tears soaking the carpet. He stopped and you breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived as a buzzing noise filled the room and you remembered the toy he’d brought in with the paddle.

 There was no way to suppress your moan as Roger held the vibrator against your clit, warning you not to cum. He held it there for a matter of seconds and then pulled it away again. Ben’s fingers left you a second later and then you were being tugged up by your collar again, the thick leather band pressing into your throat.

“On the couch, whore.”

“Yes, Sir,” you managed to sob as a few more tears rolled down your cheeks.

Once you were on the couch, positioned the same way you had been on the floor, Ben was handed the vibrator.

“Against her clit, highest setting. Don’t move it until I tell you.”

You whimpered, knowing there was no way you could hold back an orgasm with that kind of stimulation. But that didn’t seem to matter to Roger. He expected you to hold it, reminding you that you didn’t have permission in low growl as he spanked you on the back of your thigh. Your arse tingled all over, stinging twice as much whenever he hit you again but it was nothing to the sensation of the vibrator against your clit.

“I’m close,” you whined before another cry was ripped from you as Roger spanked the back of your other thigh.

“Don’t move it slut. The whore needs to fucking hold it.”

You tried but it was no use, there was nothing you could think of, nothing you could do, that could keep you from disobeying. You moaned as the orgasm rolled through you and heard Roger drop the paddle.

“Don’t move it Ben,” Roger growled as he stalked around to your head, pulling it up by the hair, “I thought I told you to hold it whore,”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you half yelled, whining as the vibrator kept buzzing against your clit.

“You will be.”

You lost sight of Roger as he shoved you back down and walked away.

“Guess we have our answer Ben. Since the whore couldn’t stop herself from cumming, you won’t be allowed to.”

“No, Sir, please, I really need to,”

“That was our deal though slut.”

“Sir,”

“Don’t argue, it’ll just make things worse for you. And don’t move that vibrator.”

Ben fell silent, though a few whimpers escaped him as he pressed the vibrator against you harder.

You were expecting another series of spanks, so when you heard the small jingle sound of Roger removing his belt you cringed away, assuming that was what he was going to hit you with. But instead of the swishing sound it made before a strike, it was followed by the sound of a zip. Roger grabbed your hips and pulled them around so he could press his cock into you. By now the vibrator against your clit felt painful, the overstimulation enough to make you sob but the feeling was only amplified by Roger fucking you hard, his jeans rubbing against your arse since he hadn’t bothered to push them down. You squealed and sobbed as he used your cunt, the vibrator torturing your sensitive clit and making you cry into the couch cushion. Roger just grunted about how tight you were and how your sobs just turned him on more, until finally he came deep inside you. Only after he pulled out did he take the vibrator from Ben, shushing you when you sobbed out a thank you. He stood behind you until he saw his cum dribble out of you and then pulled Ben up by the collar and told him to clean you up. There were footsteps as he left the room but neither of you dared disobey so Ben continued to spread your lips with his thumbs and lick along your slit, pulling a soft moan from you. Roger returned with a warm damp cloth and told Ben to stop. He swiped the cloth over your thighs and up along your lips, gently cleaning off whatever Ben had missed. When he was satisfied he asked you to move over and sat down in the centre of the couch.

“You did so well, Y/N,” he said softly, letting you rest your head in his lap and smoothing back your hair with his palm, “Do you wanna come up here Ben?”

Ben nodded and gingerly knelt on Roger’s other side, too sore to sit properly.

“You were such a good boy Ben, and I’m so proud of you for holding out,” he said as he lay the damp cloth flat against his hand and then reached for Ben’s dick, using the cloth to wank him, “You can cum now.”

Ben panted out a thank you, his voice falling into a moan as he finally got what he’d needed for so long. You watched through tired eyes as Roger’s fist pumped over Ben’s length until his hips stuttered and he moaned with his release. Roger kept praising him until he was completely spent, using the cloth to gather the evidence of the orgasm. It was thrown to the floor and Roger carefully unfastened Ben’s collar, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips and whisper that he loved him. He wrapped his arm around Ben and let him settle on his chest.

“Y/N, love, can you sit up for me?”

You nodded and slowly pushed yourself up, feeling a little dazed.

Roger gently removed your collar and kissed you too, taking an extra moment to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away the last of your tears, and remind you how good you were and how much he loved you before he let you settle in his lap again. He knew he’d have to move you both eventually. There were ice packs and aloe downstairs in the kitchen that would help with your bruised arses and he’d have to make sure you both ate something and drank some water before you went to sleep. But Roger was happy just to sit there for a while to comfort and cuddle the two people he loved most.

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Can you believe I just now discovered all of your Svu fics I had no idea you had so many for Peter Stone I only knew about the recent smutty one that you posted (amazing btw) I have a ton of binge reading to do🖤. I also found some Nick Amaro ones that was a very welcoming surprise Danny Pino was a MAJOR crush of mine from “Cold Case” days already … until I found Antonio Dawson/Jon Seda lol. I know you don’t write for him anymore I just wanted to compliment the ones you did post it was incredible!

To be honest I write them several years ago before my blip, I haven't posted them recently until the little Peter Stone imagine someone dropped in my ASK box. There is so much content there, I was prolific!

A few people have encouraged me to make a masterlist but with all the old content and the speed I write my new content I couldn't work out a way to do it that wasn't going to be an insanely long post, thankfully @magic-multicolored-miracle was really helpful with their suggestions which is why we have so many Masterlists turning up right now so I can collate them into one big one.

I am so glad you can have a binge, there is so much for you to get though! At the time I thought I would try my hand with Amaro because I felt a bit guilty but in the end I didn't have as much fun writing him as the others.

Thank you so much for your really kind and lovely work, it honestly is so nice to hear and I just want you to know how much I appreicate them xxxx

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Here’s a pet tax!! This times he’s nuzzling against my arm!

Btw here’s your excuse to talk more about Dice. Or,,,any of Fling Posse! Have fun!

Oh, you enabler, you. Thank you for this opportunity and for the bunny picture.

A collection of thoughts on Dice and why he may very well be the most important character to Ramuda. Put under a cut for some slight TDD spoilers.

Dice’s Personality Traits

Compared to the other two nosy Nancies that make up Fling Posse, Dice himself is the king of minding his own business. While he does display definite interest in his friend’s lives - see asking Riou about his favorite food in the ARB event “Riou’s Kitchen” or discussing Gentarou’s latest story in FP/M chapter 7 - he tends to avoid discussing topics that make others feel uncomfortable.

This can make Dice appear oblivious, but Dice is much more emotionally observant than most characters give him credit for. Let’s take chapter 14 of FP/M for a great example of this. I’ll link it here, and I encourage you to read through it again paying careful attention to his facial expressions.

Dice begins the chapter deep in thought and adopts a solemn facial expression for the next few pages. Something is clearly preoccupying him.

However, the moment Ramuda appears, Dice begins acting much more animated and begins playing along with Ramuda in an attempt to cheer him up. Note that Dice observed Ramuda acting out of sorts for the entire battle in the previous chapters and hasn’t seen Ramuda awake since (according to chapter 15). He’s likely greatly concerned. It is arguable that his reactions are entirely food motivated...

... except for the fact that he returns to his previously somber state the moment Ramuda is no longer looking at him. Dice also doesn’t immediately accept Gentarou’s suggestion that Ramuda is trying to keep up appearances for their sake.

At the restaurant, Dice begins to play up the cheerful glutton again and attempts to directly cheer up Ramuda by operating under the assumption that Ramuda is disappointed by their loss.

When Ramuda goes to leave, the art emphasizes Gentarou’s concern, but the silhouette of Dice (and the lack of any bulging cheeks or cups carried up to his mouth) in the final panel indicates that he has once again returned to his more serious state. In this scene, Dice recognizes that something has gone terribly wrong.

Each member of Fling Posse is a performer putting on an act, and as noted by Ramuda’s reaction to Gentarou invading his privacy, Ramuda feels most comfortable when each actor plays his part. Dice is aware of this and thus acts the cheerful idiot for Ramuda in these scenes because he recognizes that Ramuda needs that stability.

If I may demonstrate another quick example, take a look at the scene from FP/M chapter 12 and compare how Dice acts without (first image) and with a visibly distressed Ramuda (other images) in the room.

The FP/M mangaka also says (in the afterword of volume 3), “I think [Dice] might have a good poker face and be able to control his facial expressions even when he’s flat out broke. But his posse doesn’t seem to understand that.“ Dice’s poker face is a boon here when he can use it to help the ones he cares about.

For Dice does care very greatly. Dice minds his own business and doesn’t make any overt actions as long as his friends are capable of handling situations on their own. However, the moment he recognizes that they are in over their heads, he takes swift and decisive action (which, in turn, can be harmful to others).

Take this scene in FP/M chapter 10 as a great example. Prior to Gentarou grabbing Hifumi, Dice was firmly a bystander, but he immediately leaps in when the situation escalates. Notice that he removes Hifumi from harm’s way but also serves a shield for Gentarou and focuses his attention on Gentarou’s wellbeing.

He then offers Gentarou physical reassurance with a hand on the shoulder and an out to the situation, which would have allowed Gentarou to move on as if his mask had never slipped if it were not for Hifumi’s next comment. Dice also shuts down Hifumi before it can escalate any further.

Although Hifumi is attempting to justify himself because he doesn’t understand Gentarou’s reaction and doesn’t see what he did wong, Dice recognizes that this statement also denies Gentarou the right to express his feelings on something which is clearly an enormous deal to him.

By labeling Hifumi’s comments as “disrespect” and “hurting people” while simultaneously stressing that this topic is “important”, he allows Gentarou the right to feel upset at Hifumi’s comments. He also continues to use defensive posture in order to keep Gentarou physically safe (which must be an intentional choice on the artist’s part, as Hifumi mirrors this pose a few pages later as he begins to defend Doppo). Even though Dice’s reaction crosses the line when he, in turn, begins to hurt someone else, removing Gentarou from the situation, validating his feelings, and making Hifumi stop is exactly what Gentarou needed but was unable to provide for himself.

Dice is a damn good friend and an exceptional person. If you ever find a friend like Dice, don’t let them get away from you.

Saving Ramuda’s Life

Let’s switch gears for a moment to take a look at what goes on in Ramuda’s mind. As a disposable pawn for the Party of Words, Ramuda has an atypical view of the world. He genuinely enjoys the company of others and can form real bonds, but his primary motivation in life is fully self-centered: keep himself alive. Every order he receives comes with the caveat of, “Failure brings death.” The fear of death is enough to drive him to betray his closest friends in TDD, even Jakurai, who clearly means a lot to him.

^ TDD chapter 13. Ramuda receives an order from Ichijiku to handle the Jakurai side of things in the TDD breakup and reflects on the time that Jakurai saw who his true personality and not only accepted it but welcomed it.

Bear with me if you’ve seen me talk about this before, but Ramuda’s ability to feel emotions is considered a fluke. Ichijiku describes it as a “malfunction” and a “nuisance” for his job. She also describes Ramuda himself as a “failure” and “worthless”, sometimes to Ramuda’s face.

Ramuda internalizes this. Notice’s Ramuda’s reactions to slipping up and having an emotional outburst in TDD chapter 9 and FP/M chapter 8.

The former of these features Ramuda looking frightened (either due to concern of losing his life for revealing more than he should have done or fear that Jakurai will consider him as “worthless” as everyone else does), insulting himself, and self-harming. While the insults and self-harm are as stereotypically cute as the rest of Ramuda’s facade, the core idea remains that he believes showing his true personality is as idiotic and worth of punishment as everyone else believes. The lack of self-worth is ingrained in him.

The slightly more grown-up Ramuda in FP/M does not react as dramatically, but I really want to draw your attention to the question, “Was I spooky?” It’s worded in a deliberately silly manner because of Ramuda’s speech style, but he is asking his supposed friends if the real version of himself is frightening. Tell me, Dice. Does seeing me scare you? Do you want to run away now before it’s too late? It’s an innocent question on the surface level, but considering the about face his last friend turned after learning more about Ramuda’s real life and job, this question demonstrates that Ramuda’s view of himself has hardly changed for the positive since then.

(Also please observe Dice’s reaction. The pause is him getting into character in order to cheer up Ramuda after a clear emotional upset.)

Therefore Ramuda is a person running entirely on self-preservation but with no sense of self-worth. He sees himself largely the same way Chuuouku does and expects everyone else to do the same. This greatly limits his worldview and prevents him from considering possible other options besides, “Do or die”.

If most of the other cast members found themselves in Ramuda’s shoes, they would have the knowledge and ability to consider other options such as running away, asking for help, or fighting back. Yet Ramuda never considers any of these. He does not have the life experiences the other cast members have to consider making any of these options. He has never observed them or had an outside source present them as options to him. Once the order comes down the pipeline from Ichijiku, it is set in stone. He can hate the order - take a look at another illustration from TDD chapter 13 - but he considers its execution inevitable.

This is why the order to hypnotize Jakurai in FP/M chapter 11 hits him so hard. Now “do or die” has become “die or die”, and his only decision comes down to the nature of his death.

Yes, this situation could have been avoided by talking to Jakurai. Jakurai gives him multiple opportunities to speak up before and during the battle, but Ramuda doesn’t have the ability to recognize those as options for help. In Ramuda’s book, people don’t help him. “Help” doesn’t exist.

In fact, the entire TDD situation could have been avoided as well if Ramuda had trusted his friends, spoken up, and explained the situation. Jakurai (not to mention Ichirou and Samatoki after a fashion) would almost certainly have helped, and that seems to be what Jakurai was waiting for. Once he pushed Ramuda too hard by accident and caused an outburst, he stepped back and waited for Ramuda to come forward on his own terms. But that’s utterly foolish, because Ramuda doesn’t operate on his own terms either. Ramuda doesn’t have his own terms. He lives and thinks the way the Party of Words wants him to think, and if the Party of Words does not want him to speak up and ask for help, then he will never, ever be able to.

The beauty is that Dice is not Jakurai. As mentioned above, Dice minds his own business up until the point a friend of his is over their head, and it’s when Ramuda starts to pull out the True Hypnosis Mic in order to kill himself for Chuuouku that Dice finally acts.

As is the case with Gentarou up above, Dice acknowledges that he doesn’t fully understand the situation but offers physical reassurance, advice, and the implicit argument that Ramuda’s real strength is something of value. Dice writes the word “help” into Ramuda’s dictionary with genuine love and affection.

While Ramuda still can’t consider any option other than “do or die”, it is Dice and Gentarou’s intervention that imbues him with enough self-worth to even consider placing his own wants and needs above Chuuouku’s.

It is this that lays the groundwork for The Loneliness, Tears, and Hope of a Puppet and gives Ramuda the basic agency to even consider acting for himself and, contrarily, acting in line with consideration for other people. It’s this that allows him to avoid ruining Jakurai’s life a second time and this that allows him to accept Gentarou and Dice’s promise of friendship. In the drama track itself, once again it is Dice and Gentarou intervening and challenging Ramuda’s preconceived notions in order to save his life.

Gentarou absolutely plays a vital role in this as well, but it is Dice that chooses to make the first move. Had he not said anything, Ramuda would have used the True Hypnosis Mic and died onstage in front of the audience.

It is sometimes the tiniest of actions and the smallest pieces of support that make all the difference. Sometimes all it takes is someone being unafraid to reach out and flip a die over so it lands on a different number.

[starlightshore]

Is there any evidence that Chara is an abuse victim? It's a very popular headcanon and I want to understand why

hrm. ok let me preface this with a couple of things: one, i actually answered this same question a couple weeks ago (week ago? time means nothing to me) on AFR but i got triggered by continuous use of the topic and people wouldn’t stop talking after i asked multiple times for us to stop. (no bad blood to anyone involved) this is only relevant because its the same question, and I want to make it clear I am fine with talking about this topic, and I will say if or when it’s stressing me out. I am not against talking about dark themes, and at the moment I am calm and fine.

I want everyone to know that this is a triggering topic and i specifically am susceptible to this and it’s surrounding themes, so please try to read the room I’m creating on this topic and give me the proper space.

i say that all ahead of time because I do not want to get triggered or talk about child abuse/death/suicide at length. this ask is fine. maybe a couple more if it’s brief and not asking me to do further research.

secondly, I want to talk about UT canon real quick. UT, for the most part, relies on text to spell out it’s history and world. characters don’t walk on screen and say: I’m Chara Dreemurr. I was born on September 15th 2003. I’m nonbinary and use they/them.” like no, characters live in the moment and yes their past define them, but they got bigger things to worry about and talk about current things. maybe they’ll refer to past things, but never bluntly.

--putting under read more. discussion of child abuse, self harm, and other ingame dark topics. This is mainly a character analysis

So, either you infer from what’s available or you search the wiki/playthrough/text dumps. The very act of playing no mercy route has lore in itself, if you account for player theory and other factors I’m not getting into here. Anyway, Undertale is a very Deep and loaded game with lots of world building built into every nook and cranny. (just spend 5 minutes on semi-frequent undertale facts if you’re curious to this rabbit hole)

Anyway point being, Chara is the narrator. this is fact. “it’s me, Chara.” They outright say it. I hate when people call it theory when it’s more explicit than most things in game.

anyway, the main flavor text i want to point to is this:

* "Faded Ribbon" - Armor DF 3 * If you're cuter, monsters  won't hit you as hard. 

So here’s a couple things I want to talk about first. Yes, monsters fight and that is normal.

* But they will never know  the joy of expressing  themselves through magic.* They'll never get a bullet-   pattern birthday card... 

It’s 10000% likely that Chara dealt with monster fights when alive. And that most likely lead to culture shock and confusion, but with Toriel (lmao, she outright scares off a froggit from Frisk) by their side and being a royal, I highly doubt they were in any danger in that household.

point being, yes, monsters could of hurt them, I would think this mindset is more directed to humanity, rather than monsterkind. You can read it more bluntly that it’s about monsters after all, t does specify monsters here. My counter point is that is to foreshadow how monsters are weaker beings who are more in-tuned with their magic-based bodies and are susceptible to intent, and likewise their magic reflects their own intent.

So yeah, I think it reflects to Chara’s general history and mindset to wanting to appear more tolerable to avoid pain, be it physical abuse or fear of being human. Chara, who calls themself a demon and hated humanity passionately, would be fully aware they are human. When welcomed to a very loving monster family, they didn’t want to ruin the prophetic angelic image they placed on them. They knew with their own imperfect behavior, that they were doomed to fail them.

This can be inferred from how both Toriel and Asgore wear the deltarune (Toriel’s robes, Asgore’s armor makes the wings and their homes in both games have the symbol). Gerson talks about how either the Deltarune Angel (someone who has seen the surface and returned) would either free them or destroy them all. Chara, who the underground believed to be that Angel, was put on this huge pedestal that clearly both parent’s believed in.

We know Toriel represents Integrity,

* someone who sincerely  likes bad jokes...* has an integrity  you can't say  "no" to. 

(along with being refereed to in the blue color of text)

and by both (points in DR’s direction) and this line from her when allowing Frisk to go past the ruins:

My expectations... My loneliness... My fear...For you, my child... I will put them aside.

Toriel says expectations first. It’s clearly a huge part of her motivation. I absolutely see how this pressure not only was put on Chara, but Asriel as well. This isn’t a hate letter to Toriel btw, but rather an examination of her parenting that led to the main tragedy of the game. It’s a cautionary tale. Toriel was not prepared for adopting a suicidal preteen.

speaking of which! back to the whole point of this post.

* I know why (Chara) climbed the mountain.

*(Chara) hated humanity.* Why they did, they  never talked about  it.* But they felt very strongly about  that.

 Now I want to say that Chara hating humanity enough to run away to kill themself doesn’t strictly mean they were abused, but wow! Chara is seriously mentally ill (and frankly, yes, children can be are suicidal) and I don’t think that level of suffering happens for no reason.

* The ends of the tools have  been filed down to  make them safer.* Seems like gardening tools.

* Where are the knives.

The gardening tools in Toriel’s home are dulled and there are no knives in the kitchen. These are actions one takes when their child self harms, this isn’t precautions based in them being literal infants. Chara I imagine was closer to 10/12 age range than Baby. (what baby knows what a tsundere is?)

All these paint a picture of a child who self harms, who violently hates humanity and wanted to kill their (likely) abusers. I’ve also seen someone suggest the fact that FIGHT is your first option in the game in itself reflects how Chara’s first instinct is to Fight first. Both Frisk and Chara are heavily influenced by the player’s actions (both literal and in a parental/guardian like influence) and we see this thru Chara’s outlook changes depending on LV, as well how Frisk feels about violence. (dogfood bag being half full/empty, punching mad dummy in the dump)

Using the themes of the game and backstory/context, we can see how Chara has been taught violence as a viable option. I’d link that more to their pre-underground as Monsterkind as a society preaches mercy and uses bullets not as a murderous tool, but as self expression.

Again, I don’t want to say that just because a child is mentally ill and self harms, doesn’t mean they were abused but I don’t think it’s out of line as a reasoning for it. Yes, sometimes you’re just born with such mental illness, but I choose to interpret the faded ribbon dialogue + their own desire to fight/kill as something taught by example. It fits the themes. It’s more realistic to see Chara as someone who’s been hurt and has learned to hurt in return. (AND that does not mean abuse victims are therefore doomed to become abusers! chara is a child first and thru the pacifist route they’re just as merciful as Frisk! It’s a character arc)

and just to be absolutely clear because I KNOW how tumblr handles nuance sometimes, I am speaking as a former abused and suicidal child. Making that clear that when I say this is how I read the text, it’s not just me speculating on the game’s content but on a real life knowledge of how this shit works. Chara very, very much reads an abused and depressed child who just wanted to fulfill the prophecy for the sake of their family’s freedom.

With almost killing Asgore on accident, Chara realizes that they are an evil human and the only way to free their people is to die violently. (don’t look up buttercup poisoning side effects, it’s bad.) Chara didn’t need to die to escape. They could of killed any of the dreemurrs, but they chose to die horrifically. It’s common for those who are suicidal that they’ll want to die before people see them in a negative light.

also couldn’t really fit this earlier but hell, this is long anyway so I might as well say this here. I think we can also infer Chara’s hatred for humanity grew with learning the history of monsterkind. The books harshly say human souls are different and it’s possible they may not even naturally have compassion and love, or at least, are not required to have it. Humans sealed monsters underground and commited actual genocide against them. (and i don’t use that word lightly. the no mercy route isn’t a genocide, please don’t use that term for that. esp don’t lighten such a heavy and real-word term to a frickin video game route oh my god)

We have this repeating theme of society’s influence on children and how cycles of pain continue. What is “in this world, it’s kill-or-be-killed“ but a statement on society? I’ve discussed before that I think it’s very likely Chara said those words to Asriel as they were being murdered, and how the very system that put Chara into this path was human society that both failed Chara and monsterkind all those years ago. The game’s message is that you must not kill, and you must not be killed in return. That there is a third option, and that even in dire circumstances if you use 7 virtues and are determined enough, you can avoid war and make peace. This isn’t to say self defense is bad, Undyne the Undyning is framed as a hero, and cruel/corrupt rulers should be disposed of (king spade)

this got a little off topic but I thought it was fun to write about. The game’s main theme is built around that phrase, it’s Asriel’s character arc of him learning thru Frisk/Chara/Player that in this world, despite everything, you don’t have to kill or be killed.

TLDR; Chara is implied to hate humanity so strongly they were willing to die horrifically to free monsterkind and fulfill the angel’s prophecy. the game depicts them as a very mentally ill child and with the addition of the faded ribbon text + desire to FIGHT, Chara likely learned this mindset before falling underground. looking at the themes of the game and chara’s backstory, we can infer and take a guess at who they were and what the game is trying to say. Undertale is a good game and has a good moral. That’s my TedTalk