#thanks for the ask~

[joltrify]

Klyntar/symbiote Ben.

Return of BENOM

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

ROADIE PLEASSEEE TELL ME YOUR DAYBREAK TOWN CREATION MYTH IDEA PLEASEEEEE i’ll tell u mine 🥺

okaaayy I don’t have this completely sorted out in detail or fact checked bc it’s [checks watch] 3am but here’s my very quick lore speedrun

1) Daybreak Town was a normal village once. (Sort of?)

A small village by the sea surrounded by mountains…the Master lived there when he was young. Born with the power of foresight and the power to draw keyblades from people’s heart, he created the first keyblade wielding society in a world that was united, but constantly threatened by darkness. DT was meant to be a stronghold against darkness, and it was the battleground for the first keyblade wars. But according to the story he tells Luxu, things went awry and he lost a lot of those fellow wielders to darkness. There were several failed attempts, and all of them were lost causes. So…

2) The MoM nukes Daybreak Town

The place is teeming with darkness. No use fighting. Using No Name and Master’s Defender, the MoM transforms DT, destroying everything and starting over, rebuilding DT from scratch. DT will be a stronghold for the light again, but better. He has a new experiment to run, this time with a focus on children, who are more effective in preserving the light

3) Kids get yoinked (for the greater good)

The MoM gathers kids from the surrounding areas (across what I like to call The Genesis Sea region) by convincing their parents to give them away, or they’re just stolen (I talk more about this here [pg 2-3]). Their memories of their home lives get erased and they’re essentially raised as child soldiers from then on.

4) Launching Daybreak Town version 2.0

The MoM fortifies DT. No one is allowed in or out. Things have to go according to plan this time. The world has to end in order for darkness to be subdued. With his foresight, he writes the Book of Prophecies and sets it up to project holograms of other worlds so light can be collected and the kids can be trained to get stronger.

and there ya have it, a weird town that’s basically one big experiment that no one even knows about. The beginning of one big calculated strategy by the MoM to get darkness under control, at least for a few centuries, give or take.

Bug please pleeeaasse tell me what you were thinking too!! DT is so weird. I’m sure there are like 100 different ways to go about making lore for it

[tavyliasin]

Hello Haarlep lover ❤️ can I request how Haarlep and Raphael acts when they’re jealous?(like in the game when Raphaelis a bit angry when you have your way with the tentacle emperor🤣) ( separately please)❤️

Hello darling~ What a delightful request! And featuring my most beloved, no less <3 I am more than happy to provide you the answers as far as I see them, though every headcanon is beautiful in its own right so do tell me all of yours, too~

Raphael and Jealousy

For Raphael, jealousy is all about PRIDE. To admit a feeling of jealousy would be a stain upon Raphael's pride. That would be accepting that he sees someone as important, that they are important enough to get under his skin. On the flipside, for someone to take something that is his, someone that he has a rightful (in his mind) claim to, that's a slight against him too. So when he realises either of these feelings, he's going to have that internal conflict. Someone is taking something of his, but he is also admitting that they were worth keeping in the first place. Of course, showing any of this is even more of a dent in his pride. So he will try to keep it tightly controlled, just a few snide remarks, a couple of threats to remind his possessions to whom they belong (particularly a certain rodent). However, when this reaches a limit he will snap and glow with incandescent rage. Ah, my precious little glow stick, I love to watch you shine~ Sexually this comes out as his most Dominant moments. He will display his power, make his mark, and ensure that his possession can think of nobody else but him, that they can feel nothing but what he allows them, hears no voice other than his in their ear. At his peak, he will aim to leave them completely unable to forget their time with him and quite desperate to crawl on their knees, begging for forgiveness. More explicitly? BDSM, pain play, power play, and a whole lot of edging~ A flurry of greedy desire, possessiveness, and an absolute need to prove that he is the only one worthy of attention. In regards to certain people... Little Mouse - Raphael's favourite client is one he is most loathe to admit his affection for, but also the strongest. However, he only considers certain partners to be an actual threat. He's not jealous over the mouse's relations with any of the companions, they're mere mortals, just romance and sex. He's certain he is better than them, and that his mouse will always scurry back to his house in the end. However, when The Emperor tries to stake a claim? That's not just about mortal concerns, The Emperor wants to have power over the Little Mouse, to change them irreversibly into what he wants them to be. That won't stand. Raphael will not have anyone stealing true power over his favourite client, and he will not stop until he sees both the Emperor and the threat of his Mouse becoming a squid completely obliterated from existence. Haarlep - Raphael owns Haarlep, and uses them. He doesn't care for their nature, and has no issue with providing them contracted clients to have sex with (and thereby feed from). However, this is still on his terms, and while he might not see it as jealousy he is particularly enraged by anyone playing with his toy without his permission. He may also begin to feel an emptiness if Haarlep refuses him, playing only in the forms of others and denying him any connection. But that's another story~

Haarlep and Jealousy

Jealousy to an incubus might seem like a completely absurd concept, and you might be right, but Haarlep still has needs. They don't much care what Raphael does with anyone else, but if this is at the expense of Haarlep being fed then they will begin to feel that bite of rage. What does get under their skin though is any feeling that someone else is better than they are, that someone else is bringing more pleasure to one of their toys than they have, that someone might want anyone else's touch but theirs... They want to be the focus, the centre of lustful affections, and being second best simply will not do. They are also envious of those who have more freedom to seek a wider range of experiences, perhaps even some jealous nature towards others indulging in sexual pleasure with their favourite toys somewhere out of their reach. Most clearly, during sex, if someone were to utter any name but Haarlep, the speaker would be in a whole world of trouble. They demand satisfaction, they require all of the lust to belong to them and them alone. Their response to jealousy is similar to Raphael, only they can be far more cruel. Not just edging, full denial of pleasure, teasing on the brink of torture, using their aphrodisiac saliva on their target until their mind almost breaks entirely in desperation. They don't just want their target to beg forgiveness, they need them to submit to them completely, with all but the last vestige of their soul that keeps them from being a mindless puppet to their whims. They don't have a specific reaction for different people, but they do not tolerate anyone losing focus on them during sex. No matter who it is.

[gohe1090]

Estonia 7A please💙

And all the other Baltics are like 😑

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :) 🩵🩵 No pressure.

1. adding to my funko pop collection (i've been buying way too many lately—but they're so cute, and i can't stop myself)

2. star wars!

3. when my theater rereleases my favorite movies (so many from my top-ten list this year, it's crazy)

4. merlin being Sassy

5. bunnies!

[theyaresugarthesequel]

NSFW ASKS! 11/13/26/36/72 :P

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like? Good question! I do like a good thong, something slutty like that. But also crotchless underwear goes kinda hard.

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? Yeppers!

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? Honestly just generally giving me attention and showing desire towards me does it pretty well. I like being wanted. 36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? If we're in a private place where there's no one to bother, then of course. But if its where someone whose not consenting to being around it can hear it I get really self conscious 72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched? Good question, haven't really had the opportunities to see. That'll have to be experimented with.

[commanderhorncleaver]

How did Gaius feel about Trahearne as a Marshal?

Gaius was not particularly impressed with Trahearne at the time, especially not at first, but he had to admit that Trahearne had the heart for it.

There's a lot of things where one would expect "But this is a cabbage patch kid!" would come in, but Gaius isn't the sort to belittle folk in spite of their achievements. Trahearne's circa what, almost 25 during Personal Story? Though this is definitely not something he's really been trained for, he's still been trained and has ideas what he's doing. He's young for such a position, but it's "what he's meant for", for however much Gaius puts worth into that.

Further, Trahearne is a huge "I'm gonna read about this" kinda dude, and that's something else Gaius respects. Notably, I also think he asks Gaius' advice and opinions on how to move forward whenever applicable.

In the event that you're curious if Gaius envies him the position: the answer is no. Gaius, at this point in time, is far more interested in the military power and showing that his prowess as a strategist and leader is worth talking about. The politics don't interest him, but folk knowing who did all the management of the military does.

[flamingdiva]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌

I'll just do my liked songs playlist on spotify since my favorite changes depending on my mood.

An Encore - SHINee (it's the first song but alright)

Timing - B1A4, ONF, Oh My Girl

No More Sad Songs (Mandarin ver) - Amber Liu

Love Letter - BoA

Paradise Lost - Gain

A 2,803 song playlist and I still manage to get pretty much all kpop.

[ghoulishfreak]

16, 20-🦇

16. If you could have sex without any consequences or restrictions at all (eg. no matter how risky it is you can’t die or be hurt - more than you want to be, that is, wink wonk - and you could fit comically huge things inside you without issue), what would you do?

man i would go insane. cant die??? fit anything inside???? i would get stabbed, i would get shot, i'd be putting crazy shit in me. this is too much power 😵‍💫

20. Do you have any kinks or fetishes you really didn’t expect to be into?

i know you asked this so i would say trans supremacy~ that's true, but also a lot of stuff too, like i never expected to like pet play as much as i do. im just very easily corruptible and down for most things lol

[aegisdux]

" blech ! " god, that sip had more alcohol in it than a teenager at prom night! " Shunsui! Are you making this stuff at home? I nearly died a second time right there! " He's not a light-weight, but damn, no wonder he's always tipsy, this shit hits hard.. - [ from ISSHIN ]

The experience was printed on his forehead, he could recognize with ease when somebody was not used to drink.

After all, Shunsui was an expert, a true Bohemian.

His response was a chuckle, followed by the swing of his sake bottle while those long digits held the neck of it, steady and perfect swings.

“I told you, if your throat is not used to strong drinks, my suggestion is to go slowly; bit by bit. Your liver will suffer the consequences of your lack of experience. This sake has an enormous concentration of alcohol. But you did not hear me, such a stubborn boy.”

[akkurai-zandervos]

Hi akky

Hey Rin!!! How ya been friendo? OMG HI I LOVE YOU, is that a huge knife that is sharp and an evil glint in your eye? Right this way into the living room

[ask-hws-iceland]

LOHAS LOHAS - guess who

[thebeingofeverything]

Rin Okumura for the character bingo, or sqq of svsss if you've already been ask3d about Rin

Por qué no los dos? :D

I have a lot of opinions about Rin and fandom interpretation of him lol but of the ot3 he's the one just there, like the base ingredient, soup stock if u will 😂 I have stronger opinions about Mephisto and Amaimon. Tho also it's so hard to find good fic that gets that exact flavor of Rin I crave. I do crave more hurt/comfort for him especially, which canon does a great job at, tho I really want to explore it more bc we don't see what's going on in his head much and like last ch he got shot down by Yukio, who's still not ready to accept Rin's demon half.

Sqq on the other hand is Great, the most unreliable narrator I've ever seen in a story and so so good to put in situations. *Smacks sqq this bad boy can fit so much trauma in him, all while pretending he's not actually suffering!! 🙌 He's absolutely insane, and you spend the entire book realizing you have to read between the lines of what he's saying otherwise you'll miss what's actually happening.

I would like them to meet so sqq can try not to fanboy about Rin's demonic attributes and Rin to be like oh fml not another Lewin lmao

Thanks for the ask @here-i-am-finally 🩷

[dabistits]

12 and/or 18, but say someone besides Spinner or Rei cuz I already love them

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

you've made this hard for me by excluding those two... rei is one of those characters who is "unpopular" as in, ime, actually disliked rather than just ignored, and the target of a lot of unfair assessments by virtue of being an abused spouse; spinner is a character who is "unpopular" as in ignored, which is also puzzling because he's one of the few characters who actually sustains an emotional arc throughout the last half of the series, which is gay enough that people would go crazy over if he was drawn to be conventionally attractive. if he wasn't off-limits i would put in a strong argument for spinner... u_u

i don't think there are other, more important characters whose popularity are disproportionate to their screentime/role in the story, and i don't really like most random side characters anymore (rip dabistits jirou fan 2017-2019). imo bnha is one of those stories where you have more characters who are disproportionately popular for doing nothing than characters who are disproportionately unpopular (because 80% of the cast does nothing fr). but okay. in order to not be a copout i will still answer:

himiko. HEAR ME OUT, yes, she gets a lot of merch and made a strong showing early on the series. (take the following with a grain of salt because i only interact with 5 people in the fandom,) but i think himiko has recently been less favored in comparison to the other villains. dabi has a lot of haters but also diehard fans, and i think even normie bnha readers have come around to tomura. himiko hasn't really kept up with the growth of that diehard fanbase or general popularity, despite originally being one of the "villain trio." her motives aren't given the same depth as other characters, and there's usually very little focus on her as her own character. maybe people like her as part of the lov, as the "little sister," or worse as part of a ship with some adult, but rarely for herself. she's one of the few fleshed out female characters in the series, and people don't even take advantage of that.

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

there's so many possibilities the fandom sleeps on but lets just say spinaraki. i think it deserves to have people making genuinely unhinged posts about them and moodboards and quotes about walking with your lover into hell or whatever. there should be amvs set to i'll follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie. there should be artists devoted to them and fixating on just This One Ship. the amount of canon backing they have is unreal but everyone would rather draw two cute guys who canonically hate each other or something.

[commanderhorncleaver]

This sounds like it could be terrible for everyone involved! 10 for Gaius and Rytlock if you're still doing the writing prompts!

The Way You Said "I Love You"...

Not to me

Rytlock didn’t like waiting. It wasn’t that he was impatient, not really, but when there was nothing he could do but wait, he began to feel useless. What was the point in being a four-hundred pound wall of sharp teeth and sharper instinct if there was nowhere to direct that ferocity? At some point he’d learned that sometimes it was better to wait–he didn’t know when it’d happened, but life was like that. You clawed and roared and railed and suddenly half the soldiers you grew up with were ashes spread throughout the valley and your bones ached and your cub was betraying everything you stood for. 

His tail lashed and he shivered, wishing that there was something–anything–for him to fight. A fight would be easy, much easier than huddling in an icebound cave. Anything that wasn’t waiting for Horncleaver to wake up.

The commander’s face and right paw were covered in bandages; makeshift rags torn from Rytlock’s own clothes. It was hard to look at Horncleaver as he lay there–he looked small, and peaceful, and not at all the way he’d looked when he’d died, but wasn’t this how it worked when war didn’t take you? The last time, he’d been torn and ragged, ferocity frozen in a defiant snarl. This was slow and peaceful and awful while those who were left watched, and even though it wasn’t Rytlock’s fault this time, he couldn’t shake the lingering guilt.

“When he wakes up, you should tell him how you feel,” Crecia commented from where she sat nearby. “Glad that got you to stop snarling at thin air.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rytlock growled–it was harsher than he’d intended, but with Cre, when wasn’t he? He could never be direct and say what he wanted; that was a conflict she’d never shared.

“You love him, fool. You should tell him, before he moves on without you.”

He turned, finally peeling his eyes off of Horncleaver, and found her watching him tiredly. Her chartreuse eyes didn’t seem bitter, but–he stopped that thought before it could go further. It’d been the dragon wringing those words from their throats back in the marshes. There was no need to bring up that hurt, however true it may have been–or however much they believed it to be, at least. Despite himself, the growl still grew in his throat, and Crecia cut him off with a sigh. 

“I know you, Rytlock. I’ve known you a long time, and I know, even before this mess,” Cre paused, gesturing around the cave, “you were mooning after the commander during the whole rally, like he’d hung the stars. It doesn’t take a love doctor to see it; seeing him in action, I can’t even say I don’t understand why.”

And, burn her, she wasn’t wrong. At any point that Horncleaver wasn’t avoiding him or he himself wasn’t busy, Rytlock was watching him. He’d approached once or twice, but for the most part, just allowed the commander to feel out the valley on his own, even when showing him around was the best excuse in the book. No, there was no chance Rytlock would have actually spoken to him–being in the valley was too disorienting, altogether too nostalgic and too different all at once.

“Doesn’t matter if I love him, Cre. I already fucked over that ship.” He lashed his tail and huddled closer to the fire. “Just like I did with you.”

Cre sighed. “That’s not an apology.”

Gaius whistled through his nose, and Rytlock wondered, vaguely, if he was dreaming, and what it might be about. That damned Norn arrow–or rather the bow, Rytlock supposed–was keeping him under, and the anxiety of waiting for Horncleaver to surface turned into a morbid curiosity for whatever it was the sleeping charr might be experiencing. He remembered, distinctly, that Gaius had never told him what it had been like when he was dead. 

To be fair, though, he hadn’t answered when Gaius asked what had happened in the Mists, and well. One thing had definitely led to the other.

“You’re snarling again,” Cre sighed.

“I haven’t said anything.” 

“It’s on your face. Don’t you feel your muzzle pulling up?”

Rytlock felt his hackles rise, and he found himself on his feet, standing over her. “My muzzle’s none of your business, Cre. Leave it.”

Rytlock turned and stomped away from the fire and towards–nowhere. Outside the cave the wind howled like ghosts calling their names, carrying snow not in flakes but in thick, congregating flurries that threatened to strand them if it kept up as it was. He sighed and kicked against the growing wall of snow, causing the accumulation to collapse into the cave and cover his paws in the frosty stuff.

“When you’ve realized you can’t run away from this like everything else, why don’t you come back here and change his wraps?”

“And what,” Rytlock asked, brows furrowing as he turned, “does that mean?”

“It means exactly what I said, Rytlock. When things don’t go your way, you get angry, and then you run. But there’s nowhere to go out here, unless you want to wander right into the grave, or worse, into Jormag’s claws. So you finally have a chance to confront something and make up for one of your fuckups, or are you going to gripe and groan until your pet dragon comes and saves us all, and you can keep on pretending–poorly I might add–that you don’t care?”

“She’s not a pet!”

“You all keep saying that, and I’m still not sure what it means. It’s not your pet, and it’s not a weapon, but it is a dragon.”

Rytlock crouched over Gaius and busied himself with peeling a shred of what had been Rytlock’s undershirt off his face. He wondered, idly, if he’d so those eyes look his way again; a moment later, he realized this one was a loss. “She’s as close to a daughter as he’s gonna get.”

Crecia was quiet while Rytlock tended to Gaius, long enough that he was almost done and was beginning to think that she’d finally moved on when she spoke.

“You changed the subject.”

“Why won’t you let it be?”

“There’s nothing else for us to talk about,” she said, pointedly. Rytlock growled, but knew better than to challenge her, given how low the bar was for more preferential conversation topics. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Cre. He’s not even conscious. He might not–”

“He’s going to wake up. I want you to be ready for that.”

“So?”

“So practice, Rytlock. Tell him what you need to.” 

Rytlock huffed, and the wind howled outside their cave. He felt very much as if he was on the spot, even though Gaius wasn’t even conscious, and Crecia was more or less inconsequential to what he had to say. He paused, and considered; he didn’t want to sound desperate–and then he felt stupid. It didn’t matter how desperate he sounded now, that was the point of practice.

“You haven’t said anything yet,” Crecia observed.

“I’m thinking.”

Or, of course, desperation was what he needed. Maybe if he’d fucking pushed aside his shame, and anger, and…fear, Horncleaver wouldn’t have spent the entire rally as far away from him as he could get. 

“I love you,” he hears himself whisper. He knows the murmur is easily lost in the howling of the wind, and he clenches his eyes shut tight and wrings the remains of the bandages in his paws as if tearing it to shreds would make it give the commander back his sight. 

He remembers the fear and the guilt that had followed him like a dark cloud back in Elona, and the disgust in Horncleaver’s eyes when he’d offered him Sohothin to replace his souldagger in the confrontation against Balthazar.

“I love you, Gaius.”

There was a rustle of fabric, and a groan, and Rytlock opened his eyes, holding his breath, as Horncleaver shifted, and remained unconscious. Rytlock watched his chest rise and fall for several moments, and then felt a whisper tickle the back of his mind, “‘I love you’ isn’t an apology.”

Rytlock inhales shakily and shifts his gaze away; Crecia is watching him, but he can't tell if there's bitterness in her eyes. He doesn't say anything else, and they wait in silence for the blizzard to end.

[vodika-vibes]

What if Strife is Dusk's roommate? Cause like they probably don’t have enough rooms for all Corries. What would be the funniest thing Strife would witness and what would be the worst?

Also, hello there. Hope you are doing well✨🧡

I'm doing well today! Or I was until I forgot lunch, so now I'm sick. Meh, it's my own fault. And I forgot to buy ice cream at the grocery store! It's a sad day.

Dusk and Stife being roommates would be amazing. Dusk needs a babysitter most of the time anyway, and he would appreciate having someone to chat with.

The funniest thing would probably be sitting up with Dusk until 3 am because he's so tired that he's no longer able to sleep, and he's using charcoal to sketch tattoo ideas on the walls. The funny part is when Fox catches him 3 hours later and starts screaming at him while petting his head.

The worst would probably be on one of Dusk's bad shifts. When he's worked 16 hours with a Senator who doesn't believe he's a person, let alone human. When he returns to his shared room and he's trembling and looking through Strife as though he's not there, when Strife has to convince him to release his hold on his bucket because it's the only damned thing standing between Dusk and the people who wouldn't care if he was shot right in front of them. The worst would be the nights when Dusk is untethered (not disassociating, never disassociating) and he has to go and find whichever person is Dusk's person for that day.

Sorry this took so long. I had to go and pretend to be a responsible adult.