#technically this is only an 'opinion' but

[bbokicidal]

Maybe Our Last .:. SKZ [L.FX]

Genre : Smut Pairing : Lee Felix x Fem!Reader Warnings : DUB-CON, Tentacle penetration I don't know HOW ELSE to word it!!, Hentai-esque themes, Monster Fucking (essentially), Throat fucking (kind of)

Kinktober Day 6 of 10 : Monster fucking w/ Felix Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 3.8K

I'm going to write a small snippet here because I need this to be clear; There is no sex between Felix and the reader; Changbin is the character who becomes the tentacle monster so technically he's fucking them both lol, and both Felix & the reader experience a sort of aphrodisiac which is why this is labeled as Dub-Con. If you don't like this type of shit just DON'T FUCKING READ IT LOL - also I've never written anything like this before so if it's bad... oh well.

You’d caught his eye the moment you walked into the party; The outfit, the style you’d worn your natural hair in, the dramatic makeup, the contacts, the thigh highs, the cute shoes – 

Felix had seen that character multiple times before; A beauty from one of his favorite animes in the world and now it was like she’d come right to life in front of his very eyes in the form of your Halloween costume. 

If he was honest, Felix wasn’t sure how he was going to keep his composure around you that night. You already made his heart race before, your demeanor was always so pleasant and kind towards him any time the two of you had bumped into each other or conversed as your friends spoke with each other, and now he knew you were about as big a nerd as he was; Which made you 10 times more attractive. As if you could get any more perfect.

Hell - He wasn’t even sure how he got you to sit down and talk to him on the couch like this; Your legs thrown over his lap, his hands resting respectfully atop them while the two of you chit-chatted as if you weren’t sitting in the middle of a massive college Halloween party. Biggest one that happened on campus, actually; Changbin just had that reputation going for him; Couldn’t let his people down this year, could he?

Music blared around the two of you, people dancing and singing, drinking ungodly concoctions of Rum and juice and edible glitter and making out against the walls; someone gagging just behind at the smell that was slowly flooding out of the downstairs restroom and towards the kitchen. Though, it felt as though none of it mattered as you were in your own little world with Felix.

“Yeah, I mean - her basic outfit is just so boring so I guess I tried to recreate the ascended version; I just think it’s cooler.”

“Definitely.” Call Felix a loser. He can’t keep himself from staring over at you in admiration, awe rushing through his veins the more you talk about what you thought of the show and what your opinions on different arcs were. His replies remain short and sweet - and you try your best to keep the conversation going, you do, but it’s hard to focus when he’s just so… pretty.

With a pink knitted sweater tucked into light wash jeans, he’d managed to secure a small pair of white wings to his back. He’d buttered up his look by applying glittering hairspray to the platinum locks that fell down over his shoulders and framed his face so well, a chunkier rose gold glitter overtaking the freckles on his cheeks. It seemed to complete the look for the cutest pixie you’d ever seen in your life; Not that you’d seen many.

“So you know the guy who lives here?” You question, tone soft. You’d heard of him before but you’d never talked to him personally; You’d really only been invited to the party because he was a friend of a friend. 

Felix’s lips part before he nods, a shy and polite smile overtaking his lips. “Ah - Yeah. Changbin’s a close friend of mine. He’s pretty cool, I guess.” His eyes darted over to peek at said friend, Changbin’s head popping into the restroom as his hand secured its hold on the doorframe. He looks as though he’s investigating something but Felix hasn’t a clue what, so instead of fretting about it he turns his attention back to you. “You don’t?” Felix quips before continuing. “I mean - you don’t know him?”

You blink a few times, offering a small shake of your head. “Oh, no. He’s a friend of my friend, Hyunjin. They’re practically attached at the hip and I see him around every so often but I don’t think I’ve ever had a full conversation with him before, you know?” You smile, giving a shrug. “We just don’t really run in the same friend group I guess. No big deal.”

The hand that had previously been resting against your shin - which was placed in Felix’s lap as you lounged back on the sofa in Changbin’s living room - moved to instead gently grasp at your knee. Felix giggles, “You should talk to him sometime. He’s genuinely one of the nicest guys I know. I get that his physique can be kind of intimidating but he’s really a nice guy. Maybe after the party we can –”

“Oh my God,” A girl shrieking from behind the sofa causes your body to jolt in surprise, your leg pulling off of Felix’s lap. He selfishly misses the contact immediately but lets his gaze pull from you to the young woman standing just over your shoulder. She’s turned away, her hand shaking as she points to the bathroom doorway. Changbin was gone, but where his hand had previously rested was now an oozing trail of green slime. Like something had slapped against the doorway and left a puddle that dripped down the polished wood. “Changbin?!” She cries, free hand pressing over her mouth. “Are you okay?!”

Hyunjin pushes past a few people to get to the girl, his hand resting against her arm as he glances between her horrified expression and the bathroom doorway. “What -?! What? What’s going on? Why are you yelling?” He stares down at her, the girl trembling under his touch. Her face had gone ghastly white, her joints blushed with blood that tried to push through to her extremities that had long lost all sense of warmth.

“Changbin,” She gasps out her friend’s name, her fingers shaking horribly as they dig into her cheek in terror. “He was trying to figure out what that awful smell was but I just – I saw him get pulled into the bathroom by something! I swear, it was like a monster - It was –”

The atmosphere turns horridly tense. The air thickens with dread as people begin to back away from the bathroom and some even turn to leave, wanting to get out of the house in case something horrible had happened. What if it was another person and Changbin had just been attacked? What if there was a serious sense of danger in the house now? And as you listen in, your chest feels heavy enough to cave in on you. You didn’t know Changbin well but that didn’t mean you didn’t care about him. He seemed like a genuine guy and right now you could only hope that this was some sick, cruel Halloween prank happening.

By the time you push yourself up off of the couch to even move into action Hyunjin is already in the bathroom doorway. His rushed demeanor comes to a sudden halt as he stops where the door cracks open, his gaze settled behind it and directed towards the shower. Everyone seems so quiet now, waiting impatiently for Hyunjin to give them some sort of update.

The only response they get for at least five seconds is the color draining from his face. His jaw clenched as he huffs out a breath before his body turns back to the living room and he pushes himself to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He points, throwing his arm towards the front door that isn’t too far from where you stand. “Get out!” His voice leaves his throat in a scratching scream, begging for people to run from whatever it was he had seen in the bathroom only moments ago. “Get the fuck out!” He cries. “Run! Fucking run!”

People scatter; Dust settled on a shelf for decades now disturbed and dispersing into the once pure air. Footsteps are loud and heavy as some book it for the upstairs area, their shoes thumping heavy against the wooden steps. Most head for the front or back doors, Hyunjin’s hands pushing people to move into action as screams and cries fill the house and drown into the music still playing from the stereo speakers. 

The bathroom door slides open and what emerges makes your blood run cold.

That wasn’t Changbin.

That was a monster.

With eyes pure white and veins pulsing angrily in his throat, the Senior exited the bathroom not on his own two legs; Maybe not of his own free will. His head lulled as if he was no longer present, the parasite within him pushing him to exit and begin to attack. His upper half looked as if it had been melted and glued to the body of an octopus - if that octopus had biohazard green tentacles and slime oozing from every orifice. It pushed out of the corners of his mouth as his expression turned into a heavy scowl, his head tipping in the direction of the people scrambling for the front door - one of the tentacles reaching out in a quicker manner than expected. It had taken him so long to reveal himself that you were sure he was sluggish when it came to movement, but the tentacle seemed to snap out and wrap around the closest person’s waist.

Hyunjin gasped in horror as the wet surface slid and soaked his band tank, grabbing onto him tight and curling around him a few times to ensure he couldn’t escape from its hold. The tip of the tentacle smothered his cheek in goo and he visibly cringed, pulling his head back as far as he could while it rubbed against his face.

You hadn’t even realized your own body had become frozen in its place until Felix had reached for you, his fingers lacing with yours to pull you back to him. “Hey,” He yells over the noise, gently tugging on your arm, “We’ve gotta go!”

Your eyes drag to Felix before you nod, surely out of it by everything you were witnessing. This had to be some horrible nightmare - surely. Changbin wasn’t some scary tentacle monster and Hyunjin wasn’t getting smothered in goo and this house party was not just taken over by some… alien octopus parasite!

Felix moves to guide you as far from Changbin as he can get you, which isn’t very far unfortunately. His attempt is futile; The moment he rounds the couch it’s already too late. A tentacle had wound around your ankle and begun to lift already, refusing to let you go while suspending you mid-air. Felix, also refused to let you go.

He cried out as his hand was ripped from yours, watching you be lifted towards the ceiling as you screamed and begged for him to find a way to get you down. “Felix!” Your gasps were slashes to his heart, the knife twisting and digging into the muscle, ripping it apart. “Felix - Help me! Help me!”

Though he’s no better off. A third leg had wrapped over Felix’s chest, slime oozing from what looked to be the suction cups of the tentacle - only open and gaping as they sucked and clung to his sweater tight. Felix’s mouth opens though no sounds escape, his body only reacting as it knows how to when he’s this terrified. His hands come down on the tentacle and he hates how smooth it is, how slimy and wet it feels against his skin. “Let me go,” He gasps out, his head turning to look over towards Changbin’s upper half. Not that he’s really Changbin anymore. “Changbin-hyung! Let me go! Let me go, I’m your friend!”

Felix’s head snaps in your direction instead as he hears your voice letting out soft whines. The tentacle holding you up by your leg had tightened its grip and squirmed down towards your inner thigh, still wrapped up against you so snug that it made the soft fat beneath it bulge under your thigh highs. He didn’t even bother to take in the way your skirt had flipped upside down to reveal the pink panties underneath - He didn’t care. He was instead watching a separate tentacle rubbing against your face as if it were nuzzling you, smearing a pale green goo over your cheek and towards your mouth that made you spit in disgust. The tentacle pushes lower instead and wraps loose around your neck, your eyes darting down to watch as the suction cups open and release what looks like a sort of gas.

Your gasps are immediate, the sweet scent filling your body as you cried, “What the fuck is that?!”

Felix barely even registered that the tentacle wrapped over his chest had done the same, and when he did he was dumb enough to look down right into it. The scent was… nice. Pleasant. It made his body hum with a pleasant vibration that made him feel so warm and fuzzy. A feeling akin to being drunk for the first time - feeling a little out of it, a little loose. It felt immediate, too. 

His body slowly began to relax as the gas fogged around his head, the cups closing shortly after to let the air around your bodies clear. His eyes slowly pulled back to you, and though you were a bit hazy now, you were still there. 

The tentacle wrapped over your neck slithered down towards your chest, wrapping beneath the swell of your breasts tight so the fabric pulled taught against your curves - and the poor pixie across from you couldn’t stop himself from looking. He didn’t even feel guilty about it at the moment either. In any other circumstance he would’ve been too respectful and shy to even steal a quick glance but now, something about it felt so shameless. 

The tentacle slipped lower to give your body more support, leveling you out so you could essentially lay as though you were in bed instead of being hung upside down. How kind of it.

Felix swallows hard as his eyes trail over. He watches the tentacle holding onto your leg adjust itself so your thighs push apart for it and your body seems to naturally comply, your head tipping back as you allow the creature that was once Felix’s best friend to bend your body to its will. He finds himself whimpering when the tentacle pushes higher, the tip of the appendage wriggling and squirming over your skin until it tucked under your skirt and pried at your panties.

Your lips part in a sharp gasp, a heavy blush coating your cheeks at the realization that it’s trying to get at the most intimate of spaces on your body. The appendage curls tight around your panties before it begins to pull back, though when they refuse to move from your hips because of how snug they are - it opts to instead rip them right open. The fabric falls like nothing from your body before the tentacle moves back to work, your skirt ruffling against your hips and thighs as it pushes over your slit and curls the very tip around your clit in an effort to make you moan. And it works, of course.

Felix’s cock twitches in his jeans at the sight of you being touched like this. He knows it’s gross - knows it’s dirty and knows you’ll no doubt judge him for enjoying nasty Hentai like this (if you even live to see the next morning…) but he really can’t help it. He can’t help that he’s getting hard at the sight of you like this. It’s like a scene right out of a movie he’d watched recently - The tentacles, your stupid Halloween outfit…

“Felix…” Your soft call of his name makes him snap back into reality - which isn’t far from his fantasies right now. His hands tightened down on the tentacle wrapped over his chest as he felt something push between his own legs; An appendage separate from the others had slipped up his left leg and prodded at the bulge in his jeans, curling slowly around the outline of his half-hard cock while he whined. His lashes fluttered and he squirmed at the feeling, the friction more than enough to make him chub up just a little bit more. 

He curses, whimpering under his breath. “Fuck,” Felix gasps, biting down hard into his lip to stop any other sounds from escaping from his mouth.

His gaze darts back to you just in time to see the tentacle between your legs begin to squirm back. The cups along the inner section of the appendage open slowly and begin to once again ooz the slime that had slicked up your face and soaked into your costume’s top. It dripped over your inner thighs and as you sucked in a breath, the tip of the tentacle pushed carefully into your entrance. It eased it’s way in until it was nearly five inches deep - though this wasn’t quite like having sex with just.. Some guy. First of all - this was a monster; Second - the tentacle was thick. 

It felt as though it was attempting to split you right in half, wriggling deeper before finally pulling back and pushing into you once more.

“Oh my God,” Your voice leaves in a desperate hum. Felix watches in both shock and awe as your head falls back at the feeling of your pussy being filled to the brim; The little suction cups kissing at your walls every time it pushed into you further, the tip squirming against the entrance to your cervix and begging to be let in - to fill you until you would burst.

Felix’s head swirls as his gaze drops once more. He stares at the tentacle wriggling its way into his waistband, his mouth dropping open to let out a moan that makes him feel disgusting. He’s enjoying this and part of him loathes himself for it. “Shit,” He whines, the appendage wrapping around his cock when it slipped into his boxers and smothering his length in slick, sticky goo. It soaked through to the denim of his jeans and caused a heavy, damp stain that made him embarrassed and made him whine in protest. His hands curled into fists, reaching down with both to try and rid the appendage from his waistband before another - smaller and thin as a rope - wrapped tight around his wrists at lightning speed. He trembles as his arms are pulled above his head, no longer able to defend himself against the tentacle wrapping around his cock and making him twitch and writhe in pleasure. “Fuck – Fuck,” He cries, his toes curling in his sneakers at the ache that forms through his abdomen. “Fuck –!”

Your eyes finally press open as you hear Felix whining across from you, your gaze settling first on his flushed and desperate expression before falling to watch as the tentacle below wraps around his cock and coats him in goo. You can’t see anything but you know it’s a delicious sight.

Though, the appendage previously touching Felix seems to realize something of its own - It can’t fill Felix like it can with you, so it would have to find another way to inject its semen into the man.

“Shit,” Your whisper is barely audible as you peek up, watching the tentacle drag over Felix’s chest before coming up and prodding at his lips. He barely has time to react as it forces it’s way into his mouth, pushing at the back of his throat and making him choke on a whimper as goo drips down the corners of his mouth. His gaze meets yours before you watch as his eyes flick down between your legs, watching the tentacle between your thighs pump into you quicker than before. Your shaky, unstable moans meet Felix’s ears and he hates that the mix of seeing you getting fucked and having his mouth used at the same time are what makes him coat the inside of his jeans in cum that mixes with the goo left behind.

Your gasps become frantic as the tentacle pushes further into you, stretching you as much as it can before it suddenly stops, burying itself into your walls and pumping something out of the cups that had once again opened. You can feel it; It’s hot and heavy, thick, creamy. Holding a promise of your demise.

It’s the same moment that the tentacle buried in Felix’s throat seems to release the essence, Felix choking and gagging and closing his eyes in embarrassment as it fills his mouth full. The tentacle retracts as quickly as it came, black leaking from the corners of the pixie’s mouth as he swallows and spits at the same time - trying to figure out what it is and what to do in his post-sex haze.

The appendage between your thighs retracts and as exhaustion waves over you, so do the rest. Your body falls from the air and hits the ground with a heavy thud, Felix’s following only moments later. You land on your side, eyes glossy with tears of fear and pleasure as you look over at where Felix lay on his stomach to your right. His eyes are closed, though it’s not long before they slowly flutter open and attempt to meet your gaze. Felix’s hand slowly shifts from his side, coming to meet your own. His fingers curl into your palm as he sighs out, his body giving into the exhaustion and slumping against the hardwood - his cheek squished against the floor and his brain shutting off.

While you remain conscious a while longer, your eyes slowly move around to what you can see of the room. Hyunjin sits slumped against the wall, black ooze dripping down his chin and throat. His mouth had been filled the same as Felix, though while it happened a bit earlier on after he was grabbed, his body had already begun to turn. He was no longer present, his lower half bubbling and steaming and his legs gone, four appendages already present and squirming as the others began to form. 

Your eyes slowly dragged back to the blonde laying beside you, your thumb swiping over his knuckles in admiration. You take in the way his hair falls over his eyes, the way his lips part and the way the chunky rose gold glitter on his cheeks only adds to the charm of the deep brown freckles painting his skin. Part of you was… happy, that he’d fallen asleep before he’d seen what had happened to Hyunjin; What would happen to him now, too. Though as you lay in exhaustion and attempt to fight the sleep, as your brain clears itself of the fog and begins to be overrun by the slime that had entered your body and taken control of every functioning system left inside of you, and the fear settles into your chest; The realization that this would be the last time you would be human, the last time you would see Felix’s face. So you fight the sleep a little longer, just enough to try and memorize every detail of the man laying across from you before he becomes a monster, too. Your head pounds with the need to rest as your eyes finally drop closed, your body slumping and going loose as your future ahead of you lay unknown. But again, holding the promise of your demise.

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Underneath the Noise

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Masterlist

Chapter 6: Post-Party Panic

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The morning sun slices through Y/N’s window like a passive-aggressive reminder of her life choices. Her head is surprisingly okay. Her feet, not so much. The muddy size elevens are still by the door—silent, damning—and her own shoes are God knows where. Possibly in the Thames. The memories of last night blurred at the edges, not quite comprehensable this early in the morning.

Her new flat is still half-unpacked. Boxes lean against the walls, a heap of wires sprawled across the floor like a tech-themed crime scene. But she’s buzzing. Giddy, even.

Her cold feet sting on the kitchen tile as she makes a coffee, an attempt to rejoin Earth after a wild night. As the bitter liquid coats her tongue, the memories feel a little clearer.

Last night keeps looping in her head like a glitchy highlight reel: tambourine guy, fountain dipping, George’s stupid smirk when she called him a hobbit by mistake. The way he’d looked at her—really looked at her—like he saw through the performance and wasn’t put off by what was underneath.

And yet, beneath the buzz, something sharp simmers in her stomach.

Chris’s video.

She’s not in control of how people will see her—how they’ll edit her, meme her, decide who she is based on five minutes of drunken footage and one out-of-context laugh. She’s been on the internet long enough to know how fast strangers form opinions.

She’s done nothing wrong. But still. Anxiety doesn’t care about logic.

She shoves it aside and refocuses on her streaming setup. At least this part she can control. Two monitors up, ring light plugged in, mic adjusted. Her little digital kingdom—home.

Her phone buzzes on the desk. It’s a message from Chris.

Chris:

btw—thanks again for being in the vid yesterday. you were class. don’t let the internet be weird. if anyone gives you grief I’ll just post an unflattering picture of George and redirect the drama.

She snorts. Then reads it again. She hadn’t even realised how much she needed that.

She and Chris had only met a few times before yesterday’s video, yet he welcomed her like a long time friend.

Another notification follows almost instantly—this time from WhatsApp.

New group chat created: CHAOS GOBLINS

Members: Chris, Bach, Arthur Hill, ArthurTV, George, Y/N

Chris:

everyone give a round of applause to Y/N for not bailing when we made her wade into a public fountain

Bach:

absolute trooper. also possibly immortal?

Arthur Hill:

I still haven’t thawed out. if i die tell the coroner it was for content

ArthurTV:

100% worth it. someone check on Pickle the ferret tho

George:

still think Y/N peaked at “clown shoes and Hot Bitch Ready To Party shirt” tbh

Y/N:

sorry that I’m setting fashion trends you all can’t keep up with

Chris:

love you guys

Her grin creeps up before she can stop it. Despite the cold floors and the lingering worry, the thread of connection weaving through her screen is warm. Real.

Her Discord pings next.

georgeclarkey:

you up for streaming today or are you still emotionally recovering from trench foot?

She blinks.

Then grins wider.

y/n:

depends. are you going to insult my shoe choices again or play COD like a civilised human being?

georgeclarkey:

no promises. get in the vc.

She joins the call and is immediately met with George’s voice, clear and low and just a bit smug.

“There she is. The woman who turned the fountain into her personal Olympic trial.”

“Jealous I outpaced you in the chaos Olympics,” she replies, slipping her headset on.

They load into a match. It’s easy, this. Banter bouncing between them like they’ve done this for ages—even though this is technically their first proper stream together.

He makes dry, ridiculous commentary.

She mock-scolds him for stealing her kills.

He starts humming Wonderwall at one point and she threatens to rage quit.

The chat, naturally, loses it.

@bananasformonsters:

why do they lowkey sound like a couple

@yourewatchingBBCthree:

"she turned the fountain into her personal Olympic trial" – I’m crying, marry her already

@justvibingirl:

how do they know each other?? is this a collab or a situationship??

She snorts reading the comments, but George—either oblivious or intentionally ignoring them—just keeps playing.

After two hours and several chaotic rounds, they finally log off.

Y/N slumps back in her chair, cheeks aching from smiling. She opens Instagram on autopilot, half-thinking she should maybe share a clip.

And then—

@georgeclarkey followed you.

Huh.

A second later, a DM pops up.

georgeclarkey:

sorry in advance for the influx of people asking if we’re dating. feel free to deny everything. or say we met in Tesco. up to you.

She stares at the message for a moment. Bites her lip.

Then types:

y/n:

Tesco feels right. Two hands met over the last salt and vinegar packet. Destiny.

The typing bubble appears.

georgeclarkey:

iconic. should probably get married for the brand alone.

She laughs out loud. Okay, maybe she’s going to be alright.

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[escapedaudios]

Alfonso canonically has the equivalent of like a 9th grade education by Corriente (people who don't know about the supernatural) standards. He knows a lot about monsters, ritual magic, the use and technical function of "obsolete" pre-electronic technology, foreign language, and battle strategy against supernatural enemies, but he knows fuckall about basically everything else.

His only experience with computers is the bare minimum of using booking software at hotels when he's working his secret identity jobs. He saw MySpace once in 2006 and thought it was the most confusing thing in the world.

Modern pop culture (from 2007-2009, when Alfonso's story takes place) is a mystery to him too. He might read modern books (as confusing as they are) but TV and any post-vinyl era music are like legends from another world to him. This is why the Fall Out Boy band T-Shirt he got from a Corriente is like a mystical artifact to him. He's seen a few movies in cinemas, and can't believe that it's normal for Corrientes to have watched hundreds of movies in their life.

Now and then his fiance will just answer questions for him because he learned about a job or a field of study from the outside world because it was mentioned briefly in a book. It's a cute bonding activity for them. He'll just be like "ok so what does an IT worker do" and they'll talk for hours about mundane things that are fascinating to him.

Contrast this with Crow, who's from the Wasteland but integrated into society. Danny taught him what a credit score was. He understood the concept quickly and it just pissed him off. He found out about property deeds and titles and thought it was the stupidest shit ever. From his point of view, land belongs to whoever fights for it the hardest. The idea that you can buy land with money instead of sweat and blood pissed him off and the fact that a government body needs to agree that you own something to actually own it made him want to kill a motherfucker and the fact that you can't kill the abstract concept of title recording made him absolutely furious.

Jäger has an actual high school diploma accredited by the Connecticut state board of education + an actual bachelor's degree in Political Science with an emphasis on foreign policy, plus a crash-course version of Alfonso's education in the supernatural and pre-electronic technology. He's way more in touch with modern society and informed, and he takes advantage to cooperate with institutions in the Corriente world while maintaining some secrecy. He knows the ins and outs of international law, but he mostly uses it to exploit gaps and loopholes to disobey the law, fabricate identities, cross borders with unregistered weapons, and continue the hunt regardless of where it takes him. He's very aware of the intricacies of modern (1963 to him) society and politics, but he doesn't have much of an opinion on any of it. He sees the politics of the normal world more like a force of nature that he has to adapt to, rather than something he has a stake in. His point of view was formed by having to grow up sneaking in and out of Germany during Nazi rule and WWII, the wild political swings of German politics during the East/West Germany split, and living in three different countries all going through wild political turmoil by the time he was 21. Being a participant in a secret, supernatural war while Corrientes were fighting their own war made him disconnect any personal stake he had in political and national identity. He simply believes that things are constantly changing and there's nothing you can do to stop them from changing, you can only adapt and follow your own purpose with or without cooperation from the outside world. Staying informed is only valuable as a strategic move to learn when and how you must break the rules. Werewolves think the same way, and he kind of admires them for it despite being their enemy.

[dasha-aibo]

Man, having opinions on outdated tech terms is interesting, let me tell you.

Nowadays nobody thinks about the definition of "smartphone", because, duh, everyone got one except old people.

But what exactly IS a smartphone is anyone's guess.

Some define it as any phone that has any internet-browsing capabilities, which actually includes a lot of old dumb phones, that just happened to have a browser.

My own personal definition was always "a phone with a dedicated OS that supported software installation as well as gave you access to its file system". Which would technically exclude the very first iPhone.

Some people will only consider phones with touchscreen capabilities as smartphones, even though it would exclude Blackberry and Palm and Symbian devices.

It's a mess, really.

What is a Smartphone, amirite?

[floofushush]

On the subject of Holotheres—I’ve had quite a few people in my life tell me that promoting such a label is a bad and harmful thing. In retrospect, as a delusional nonhuman, I could not disagree more.

I must emphasize that the opinions I heard were from those who are human, and I have never had the chance to listen to the opinion of other nonhumans amongst me on whether or not Holotheres are a good thing or not. In my personal opinion? Yes, the label very much is.

Delusional nonhumans exist. This is simply a fact of life. In my experience, it’s easy to feel more detached from humanity when you are delusional, and I believe that is why many may gravitate towards the label. Not all delusions are harmful, and I do wish the common population would come to realize this. Often they can be challenging to manage, influence or lives, perspectives, and relationships in many ways, and by all means they absolutely can be negatively impactful. But sometimes when it doesn’t hurt anybody, and nothing seems to be changing, it is best if not healthiest for an individual to try and work with their thoughts and feelings in a way that is comfortable and safe, rather then thoroughly reject such things.

I believe I have been told by others that delusions are always harmful and it’s bad to normalize delusions, simply because they don’t understand nonhumanity, nor the volatile nature that comes with it. I have never been able to successfully rid of my delusions—only improve upon them—and I’ve done that through accepting, and loving myself for everything I believe I am, and whether delusional or not. I am happy. And I am in a much healthier place embracing who and what I am.

I believe I technically fall under the label of a Holothere, granted, I don’t truly stick that name onto myself. Please show kindness and respect to other Holotheres, as it is likely they are already struggling, and this is a safe was of coming into a healthier mindset with one’s body and being. That’s all.

[lola-canola]

hi guys due to popular opinions (two people) here's more of my headcanons of (mainly) the My Inner Demons boys :3

PLEASE REMEMBER YOU DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE WITH WHAT I HEADCANON. THESE ARE MY HEADCANONS. I AM NOT FORCING YOU TO HEADCANON THE FOLLOWING.

enjoy :3

Noi would heavily be into ACNH and the Sims and literally obsessed with both. Asch and Leif find them ridiculous, Rhys tried it and only enjoyed the fishing part, Pierce enjoys it but not as much as Noi and Ava is the reason Noi got into them anyway. I feel like Leif and Asch would enjoy like "aggressive" games like COD, Overwatch, VALORANT, and such. Pierce would prefer board games and Rhys would either like board games or strategic games.

They all love movies and can be seen huddling on the couch to watch movies, they have a chart so they know who's turn it is next.

After they've been on earth for a while.. (totally ignoring the technical canon stuff I'm in my own world where it never happened. let me be delusional. 💜) Ava made them all get different hobbies so would stop just laying around her apartment. They all have one preferable hobby. Noi likes photography, Leif likes wood carving, Rhys likes reading, Pierce likes painting, and Asch likes to box.

They all fight over Just Dance controllers. But actually Noi has the best one. He's smaller and he likely has more stamina so he can manage all the moves.

They all have their assigned Sanrio characters assigned to them by Lorelei, it was one of the ways she was able to differentiate them

Once they all become aware of April Fools, it's one of the most celebrated holidays in the apartment. It basically means Ava never leaves her room to avoid getting pranked. The second most person pranked is officially crowned Ava, the first is Noi.

Ava gave them assigned birthdays, the story is that Rhys found out about the idea of them and was curious as to what a birthday was. Ava struggled to explain it before she just pointed at the boys and blurted out days. Their "birthdays" are ;

Rhys ; 5/7 (May 7th)

Asch ; 2/28 (February 28th)

Pierce ; 11/11 (November 11th)

Leif ; 7/07 (July 7th)

Noi ; 4/1 (April 1st)

Ava acctidently assigned Noi April Fools and when everyone realized it, it became a bit of a running joke. Leif constantly asks him if he was meant to be a prank.

AGAIN. YOU DO NOT NEED TO HEADCANON THESE. IF YOU DISAGREE THATS OK. BUT PLEASE DO NOT BE A HATER ON MY OPINIONS.

any votes on more? 🔥

[yunmeng-jiang]

every day i wish there had been a better solution for the qin su marriage problem.

in my fix-it fics i either have some other sect leader claim that he was actually madly in love with her this whole time and sweep her away for jgy's sake, have her mom confess earlier, make jgy decide to tell her for her own good and have them work together, or not give them a chance to meet and fall in love in the first place (i guess i could also make qin su have a miscarriage, but that's really sad and awful and not my preferred option at all), but all of those require tweaks to the circumstances, sometimes early on so they don't meet or jgy feels safe enough to talk with her or another confidant, or sometimes later like madam qin finding out they're pregnant before the marriage prep is too far along and telling one or both of them right away so they can make other arrangements.

with the situation being what it was, jgy didn't find out soon enough to do anything that wouldn't involve either marrying her anyway (and he didn't think telling her about it would do anything except make her upset and depressed) or leaving her essentially a ruined woman with no prospects and an illegitimate child who would inevitably grow up fatherless, which is pretty much exactly what his dad did to meng shi. this would be a crueler option than pretty much anything else, and given that he clearly still cares about her, he couldn't do that in good conscience. jgy tries his best to protect the people he loves, unless there is literally no other way for him to survive.

it's one more example of jgy being faced with a situation where the only choices are bad ones, and making the decision that he thinks will hurt the fewest number of people. metatextually, it's one more example of women in fiction being shoved aside and not given agency in their own lives, and getting killed off instead of surviving and growing as people like the male characters are allowed to do. it's just a tragic situation all around and i wish there had been something they could have done.

[gumm1defloor]

Vox can understand Velvette just fine. They don't necessarily need to get along all the time, but they have a mutually beneficial contract that guarantees her support in the most efficient way possible, just how they both like it, short and strict and to the point. Vox does not understand Valentino. It drives him unimaginably, disgustingly insane. He knows how to handle him, make no mistake. Valentino is a never-ending powerhouse that wrangles out content from his employees like there's no tomorrow. He's proven himself to be Vox's most lucrative investment yet. He is resourceful, well-connected and most importantly predictable enough to rein in. Because he listens to you, because he needs you.

He is also, undeniably, out of his goddamn mind. Yet you've already invested too much in the corporate empire you've built together and there is no point turning back now that you have him so close to your side. It's OK however! He couldn't possibly be stupid enough to throw away the best partnership deal he's ever had just for the sake of something petty cause -oh, wait - he genuinely might just be that stupid and you never would've guessed because he's so cocksure of his bullshit that 80% of the time it ends up working in his favor anyway.

Fuck his life indeed. The kicker for this of course is that Valentino, genuinely does believe he has struck gold with Vox. Valentino is a clingy, possessive, immature, perverted, sadistic, egotistical man-child with severe rage issues and poor impulse control. No he is not aware of this at all. No he does not know why nobody is able to tolerate him and why every single person he gets close to hates his guts with every inch of their burning rotting souls. All he knows is that hell has now given him a flat faced prince in shining liquid crystal armour, riding on a cash filled horse with promises of power and luxury, who's practically handing him success on a silver platter. Doesn't mean that Val trusts him, doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy seeing him lose his shit. But at the end of the day vox has his back, and as long as Val keeps calling for him, he'll eventually turn up and make everything better. Cause hey if Vox hasn't left him yet for this long he must be doing something right. Right?

[ryemiffie]

Stan Pines having canon struggles with addiction is my, as the kids say, Roman Empire

[twinstxrs]

the gorgug-porter conversation is interesting to me because like. yea for the overwhelming majority of the conversation porter’s being shitty & trying to fit gorgug into a box that gorgug just does not fit into by trying to make gorgug’s relationship with his rage more focused on the aggression aspect of it. but then there’s also this specific thing that brennan brought up again in the ap, which is that gorgug’s relationship with his rage is wholly “this is a tool i use to protect my friends.” which isn’t a bad thing! but that’s his Whole relationship with it, & gorgug seems to place next to no value on his rage in relationship to himself. which is problematic, because it’s first & foremost his rage.

being raised in a household with a sort of toxic positivity largely meant that, whether or not it was his parents’ intention, gorgug internalized the message that more traditionally “negative” emotions such as anger are the wrong response to something. part of the reason he prioritizes his artificing is probably because it’s “fixing” things. in comparison to being a barbarian, which gorgug associates with “breaking” things. good vs. bad behavior, in his eyes.

it’s a totally unacceptable bar to measure a 16 y/o by, but i do think part of porter’s reasoning for not letting gorgug multiclass is him recognizing that gorgug generally does not value anger as a valid emotional response to something, at the very least for himself. & that directly conflicts with what being a barbarian is, because whether you like it or not, that rage is what fuels you. but again, barring a kid from pursuing something they deeply care about in part (not entirely, porter has a lot of more bullshit reasons) because of their fundamental values & world outlook is crazy.

so yes, 98% of porter’s reasoning is pretty shitty, immature, rife with a toxic view that there’s only one proper way to access rage, & generally not a good thing to do as a teacher, but also within that reasoning is the 2% of ‘there is a fundamental part of yourself that you only value if you can use it to take care of other people & you need to accept that as something that can take care of you, too.’ but that’s something to discuss with a therapist or a guidance counselor, not something that should hugely impact gorgug’s academic future.

[ghostlydeanbailiffcloud]

I have stopped interacting with qsmp for a while now but I continued looking at ccs tweets on the topic, I found that a lot of people were being hypocritical (hate to all ccs that reconnect unless they said 'sorry🥺')

And here is Pierre's answer to a tweet "calling him out" and he gave an answer that I really like so here:

Pierre is the only cc to have helped and kept constant contact with quack, the first to know and try to help, to contact the admins and everyone threw that out because he didn't say sorry?.....

[quibbs126]

Now since my brain is thinking of more criticisms of Earthspark Season 1, I do have to say that while I really like Earthspark Megatron, I feel like they didn't really deal with his history and redemption very well, namely in that he's let off the hook probably a lot more than he should for the stuff he's done

Yeah sure, we haven't seen or heard a lot of what this Megatron did as the Decepticon leader, and it's been 15 years since he switched sides, so the characters have had time to adjust, but we know what Megatron's supposed to have been like from other continuities, and I feel like he's treated too well because of that

Like all the human Maltos are chill with him, and generally most of the Terrans (I think Thrash is the only one more neutral on him, and maybe Hashtag after Starscream but it's not vocalized after that episode), and while on some level I get it, as the kids were all born after his switch and the war, the main protagonists all like him. And even all the Autobots seem generally chill with him, despite previously having been his worst enemies. Even in Season 3, Prowl is probably the most reasonable person here in terms of his hatred of Megatron, and he gets over it way too fast, like in a couple episodes. And there's also Cosmos, who seems to have no reaction to Megatron, despite having been MIA since the war, but I'll come back to Cosmos one day

The Decepticons are the only ones really pissed by his change and haven't accepted it, but they do tend to have more of an antagonistic role in their appearances, even if they're written to be more sympathetic, and they were the former villains of the story, so they're somewhat less credible. Not to mention, they're more angry at him because he betrayed them, not because he was their leader, the orchestrator of probably a lot of the evil they did, and he's allowed to switch sides and be a "better person", while they get punished for following him. I've only really seen this addressed in fanfiction, not the actual show, at least outside of the occasional remark

It probably also doesn't help that the writers seem like they favor Megatron over Optimus, whom Dot seems more neutral on. I'm fairly certain Optimus in this show was more of a mandate than a character the writers wanted, which is probably why he's written like that, which I can't entirely fault them for, but it doesn't really help that Megatron is far more beloved by the writers and plot than Optimus Prime

And he also got a statue in Warzone for his part in the final battle of the war, and I'm gonna be honest, I've always thought that was a bit much, too nice for him, especially when his action wasn't that integral. Like if the statue was Optimus, who destroyed the space bridge, or just the AllSpark, that would make sense, but a statue for Megatron, the bot who presumably caused all of this? I don't know man

And then there's the whole matter of Starscream, and the fact that in his episode, Starscream is portrayed as a former victim of abuse from Megatron and has PTSD from it. Which in a vacuum, I can understand why they did this, as they're trying to make the Decepticons more sympathetic or grey, and this is a very straightforward way to give Starscream depth. But when his former abuser is a main hero of the show and someone we're supposed to like, it just really doesn't gel well. And it doesn't help that Starscream was only properly introduced as a character so late into Season 1 and then he got character assassinated in the next season, so this never gets more focus than what Dweller in the Depths told us, and Megatron and Starscream's relationship was not the focus of that episode either. I'm going to give the writers the benefit of the doubt and assume they weren't thinking about what this does for Megatron's character when they decided to write Starscream this way, but I just feel like it makes Megatron's treatment throughout the rest of the show even more iffy

Like the whole issue here is that Megatron is supposed to be a redeemed villain, trying to atone for his mistakes, but all the heroes love him, more than they do Optimus it seems (at least on the Malto side), the main villains of the story don't seem to care about his redemption much because they hate all Cybertronians, and the Decepticons generally only seem to hate him for turning on them, not for his actions themselves, if they even care, and they tend to be more antagonistic anyways, even if they aren't the real bad guys, so how much credibility do they have?

And I think part of it is that we don't know this Megatron's backstory; we don't know why he started the war, what he was like during the war, how bad his actions were during the war, because we never go into it. So we're just left to assume he was similar to the other Megatrons, who are very much evil and almost all aren't meant to have redemptions like him, making it feel less deserved. What was he like in the past for the Autobots to be generally fine with him in the current day?

IDW also had a redemption for Megatron, and while I'm given to understand some people take issue with this, I'm also given to understand that Megatron is generally not let off the hook for what he did in the past. Like the Lost Light crew hated him at the start and he had to work for them to grow to tolerate or even respect/like him, as well as addressing his misdeeds, and from what I understand he ends the story being found guilty for his crimes and executed. And I don't feel like Earthspark has really done that for their Megatron. Like sure, they're not going to execute a main hero in a kids show, but he doesn't have the same level of being held accountable for his crimes, and that hurts his character

And like I said, this isn't to say I don't love Earthspark Megatron, I really do. I love his relationship with Dorothy and with Twitch and I do love me some undoomed old man yaoi, and I just in general love redeemed villains. But when I really think about it, they really don't address his crimes as much as they should, they seem to get swept under the rug most of the time and he's just a hero, when we really need to talk about them

[tabbi-mysteries]

Episodes 1-500 Mouri Ran's Wardrobe!

+ Films 1-11 & OVAs 1-8

(better quality images under the cut)

Wow what an update! This took a while because uh she does not rewear her outfits very often in this segment of the show, still it was fascinating to see how the style of clothes changes over this time period. Also new to this update I went through and added the smol Ran's that have appeared that I skipped over before :)

This project has been a lot of fun and I intend to continue so they'll be more to come in the future too. In the meantime I want to know people's favourites! (Or least favourites are fun too) let me know in the comments/tags!

As a final P.S I've learnt that some of her merch/promo looks are unique and I was wondering if anyone knows if there's any archive or something of references of those cause some of those are really cute and I'd like to include them.

[sodafrog13]

i think some people have too much audacity on this website, is all i'll say

[godsfavoritescientist]

well hold on, if we define a character flaw as any limitation a character deals with, regardless of whether it's something Morally Wrong With Them or not, then Ford's paranoia counts as a character flaw since it does in fact negatively impact him and the people around him. Let me use better wording here: I will die on the hill that Ford's paranoia is not a moral failing.

[maplebased]

jules and the bad bitch she pulled by being fucking annoying