#the problem is they don't want to learn from older community members

[cripple-kin]

I think

"You need to let new people learn and grow and make as many mistakes as they do because they'll never actually find themselves or be comfortable with a community like ours if we don't lend a helping paw"

And

"older members of the community have a right to be angry at younger members when they shame, water down, or overall push out certain things and people of the community who/which are harmless"

Are ideas that coexist

[faun-the-fawn77]

GHOST

"Want them wearing leather begging, let me be your taste test."

Shadow x F!Human!Reader Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: SMUT, oral sex(f receiving), squirting, fingering, Shadow is the king of aftercare Desc: Living next to your older brother wasn't always ideal, considering the three chaos bringers he brought in decided to bug you at any given moment. Doesn't help that on the latest "Save the world" mission had them bringing along a new member to the chaotic household. And damnit, is he one handsome alien.

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Today was a lot cooler in temperature. Fall was beginning to creep its way into the current season with temperature drops in the evening and the leaves starting to turn. You'd think living in Montana would be hell with the hot summers but the autumn and spring seasons made it worth the stay.

Plus, you get to live next to your older brother, Tom Wachowski. You thought you would be the only chaos in his and his wife's, Maddie, life. You were always up to some prank. Painting their house bright yellow, wrapping their car in saran wrap, or coloring their lawn neon pink.

Prank wars seemed to happen quite often between the two of you, so when Sonic crashed into Tom and Maddie's life, the chaos seemed to never end. Outnumbered and down a super-sonic alien, you called it quits. Tom never let you live it down.

Soon enough, your brother took in another two, who were now Sonic's brothers. Tails seemed to always be there for your tech problems and Knuckles was the best to help lift whatever needed lifting.

The kids were the best things to happen to the town. Always helping the community in one way or another. Their quirks and confidence infecting the residents of Green Hills, Montana.

When the latest mission had concluded, with the heart attack that was your brother ending up in the hospital, you didn't expect another stray to end up with your brother's growing family. You had prepared Sonic's 'Bearthday' party for the others that were coming back from the hospital. They had left on such short notice, you decided to be a 'good sister' for once and set up the party.

Humming to yourself while decorating the cake, you didn't expect a tap on your back. Whipping around to face the person, you looked to see a hedgehog you've never met before. He was black from head to toe with blood red highlights in his quills and around his eyelids. He was a bit less bulky than Knuckles but buffer than Sonic. And very, weirdly hot.

"Oh! You startled me! I- uh, how can I help you?" The frosting tube in your hand was leaking slowly, the blue treat threatening to drop onto the white tiled floor of the kitchen.

He looked you dead in the eye, his lips twitching in amusement. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of burnt umber. They were full of curiosity and a bit of smugness. Probably because he managed to startle you.

"Sonic wished for me to introduce myself to you. I am Shadow." His voice was smooth like the richest of milk chocolate. If you could, you would bottle up the voice and have it replay in your head forever.

You held out your free hand to him, saying, "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you! Sorry that Sonic forced you to come introduce yourself to me. He is a little pushy but I've learned to deal with it, only because I know he cares deeply for his family."

He hummed, taking your small hand in his gloved one. Your heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Despite the gloves, he held your hand like it was the most fragile thing on this planet.

"I've noticed. He also failed to mention how beautiful you are," he spoke with a low voice. Your cheeks ignited in heat, the feeling creeping throughout your entire body. You could practically feel the smugness radiating from the dark hedgehog. Your hand was shaking in his hold, having failed to let his hand go.

A lump seemed to be stuck in your throat as you spoke, "I-um, thank you! You're very ho- handsome! Very handsome." Your voice was shaking. You weren't used to someone being this bold yet gentlemanly.

Now, Shadow was not a very bold or direct hedgehog when it came to feelings. In fact, romantic or sexual feelings were something he has never felt. Maria was his best friend and any female working at the horrid lab was always a sour sight. When he had first shown up with the strange family, he didn't expect Sonic to get excited and push the dark hedgehog to meet this '(Y/N)'. He honestly thought that this person was just as stupid and, perhaps, brave as the rest of them.

Walking into the brightly lit kitchen, he quietly took in the sound of her voice humming to a song he didn't know. Her back was to him so he could only see the curve of her hips and the curls of her hair crawling down her back. She was rather short for an adult human, especially compared to how tall Tom was.

He truly didn't mean to startle her but, the look of shock and the little gasp from her throat had the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk. She was absolutely breath-taking. Her hair framed her rounded face perfectly. Eyes were bright and such a pretty shade of (E/C). And, oh her lips. Her bottom lip was a bit puffy from biting down on it while trying to frost the cake and they were shining in the fluorescent lights from licking them.

He knew what he was feeling was arousal. While Maria did show him the romantic comedies, Shadow sought out for more books or movies lying around in the lab. Some of those incompetent workers seemed to have good taste in literature. '50 Shades of Grey' was definitely one of the more interesting finds in the lab.

His flirting was subpar at best. Everything he knew was based from movies and books. Considering he also didn't have a grasp on human emotions or even his own, he couldn't tell right away how his words and voice were affecting the poor woman.

The smell of her arousal was what hit him first. His gaze snapped onto hers, seeing her pupils dilate. Her hands were sweating and shaking. Actually, her whole body was shaking.

"How about we go somewhere more private?"

Your bed couldn't have been further away at this point. The walk to your house would have been a long one but, luckily for you, Shadow can just teleport. A dizzying experience but very much worth it for what was about to happen.

Never, in your 20 something years of living, did you think you would be in bed with an alien who was definitely old enough to be your dad. While no man has ever seemed to catch your interest, you honestly wondered if it was time to give up on the whole dating thing. Tom had wanted you to find someone as well, especially now that he and Maria are married. you know he just wants you to be happy and not so alone all the time but, you were just fine with your life as is.

Looking at Shadow, who was now looking around your bedroom with interest at the posters and knick knacks you had, you could feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. Maybe, just maybe, this was a sign that fate didn't hate you. That you truly will not be alone for the rest of your life. You didn't even notice Shadow looking at you now, his gaze looking you up and down with a smile tugging at his own lips as well.

"Interesting room. I've always thought you woman preferred a more feminine touch to what's yours but, seeing how different you all are is truly a wonder. Maria had her room full of gadgets and dresses. Yours feels more...homely," his voice wavered at the mention of Maria. You didn't know who that was but you also knew that he or Sonic would explain it to you at some point.

You smile and walk over to the record player he was looking at with hidden curiosity. Gesturing him over, you flipped the lid open. The disc that was in previously was a Sabrina Carpenter album.

"Pick whatever seems interesting to you. We can play it while we...talk," your voice lowering at the end. Shadow looked from you to the records in the space under the table. Running a gloved hand over the cases, he finally chose a Chase Atlantic album.

You quickly put the record in and carefully laid the needle on the disc. The first few notes of 'Swim' came from the speakers. You grabbed the hedgehogs hand and pulled him to your queen-sized bed.

"Interesting choice of music, Shadow. Are you sure all you want to do is talk?" You were still holding his hand, your other now rested on his shoulder and slowly inching towards the back of his neck.

A shudder ran down his spine at the sensual touch. You could practically hear his heart pounding in his furry chest. Leaning your head by his, you whispered in his ear, "Or, would you rather try something new?"

And suddenly a flip was switched. Shadow had you on your back in seconds, his hands cupping your heated cheeks and kissing the life out of you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you brought him closer, pressing him more into you and reciprocating the heated kiss. You dragged your tongue along his bottom lip, the piercing in it causing a hum to purr through his chest.

Grinding hips together, arousal pooled in your panties. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed that you were dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt covered in years worth of different hair dye colors. Your underwear was at least cute enough for this. A lacy black thong and a black bra covered in a spider web design.

His hands made their way down your body, caressing you with such a gentle touch. It was almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His gloves were scratchy, preventing him from being able to feel just how soft your skin was. They were on your hips under your baggy shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal what you had hidden.

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. A bit winded from nonstop kissing, you gently led your hands down to meet his. Looking into his eyes, you murmured softly, "Can you take these off?" You tugged on his gloves. He seemed to still for a moment, thinking.

He sat back on your thighs, taking his gloves off. His hands were very paw-like with the pads on his fingertips and the palm of his hands. His claws were black with fading red nail polish, pointed and dangerous like him.

You grabbed his hands softly, feeling the fur, and putting them back on your hips which put him hovering over you again.

"Don't think too hard about this, Shadow. Do what you feel is right and I'll help." With that, he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hands, now uncovered, were roaming around your midsection and slowly going up towards your breasts. Lips trailed down from your mouth, to your jaw, to the crook of your neck. Love bites started to bloom in the areas he was nipping at. Moans escaped your throat at the thought of his marks being left in places for everyone to see for the next few days. His canines were grazing cautiously against your soft skin with each kiss and lick to your neck and collarbone.

Clenching a fist in his quills, you urged him towards your neck more, wanting him to pierce the flesh with his fangs. You didn't think he'd pick up the message but, boy were you wrong. He licked a little stripe in the spot a bit under your ear on your neck before sinking his canines into it. You shot a hand up to cover the borderline pornographic moan that just escaped your mouth. Shadow was quick to grab your wrist and remove your hand, wanting to hear the beautiful sounds you were making.

Running his tongue along the punctures, he pulled away and grumbled out lowly, "Don't even think about doing that shit again. I want to hear just how good I'm making you feel, sweetheart." And with that, he went back down, trailing his kisses from your sternum to right above the waistline of your sweats. His fingers curled around the edges of them, teasingly pulling at them.

You groaned, "Shadow, please."

He smirked, finally yanking down the baggy pants to reveal the sluttiest pair of panties he had ever laid eyes on. He stared for a second before, quite literally, ripping the raggedy shirt you had on to see you had a matching bra to go with. Never has he been this aroused, even during his ruts. You were breath-takingly gorgeous. You could've fooled him into thinking you were a goddess and not a human.

You watched as his umber eyes seemed to sparkle with awe at the sight of you. You never put much thought into your appearance, thinking you were just as average as every other 20-something year old woman on the planet. Apparently, Shadow thought much more about how you looked, muttering to himself about how you were a goddess and absolutely otherworldly.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his staring. His hands finally decided to fall back on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles on your skin. He leaned back down with his lips being dangerously close to the string of your thong.

His eyes locked onto yours, baring his teeth with a smirk and proceeding to grab hold of the lacy underwear to pull them down enough for access to your dripping pussy. The string of arousal connecting you to your underwear caused the heat from your chest to your cheeks to rise in temperature. His hands moved from your hips down to your thighs, gripping them hard enough for his claws to leave indents. He pried them open and immediately had his muzzle in front of your sensitive heat. His nose nudged against your throbbing clit eliciting another moan from your throat. Your hands grappled for his quills or ears or something to hold onto.

Just when you thought you were ready, his tongue licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. Your hips went to lift up when he quickly moved an arm to hold you down. He made sure you weren't gonna move before he went back to slurping and lick at your dripping cunt like a man starved. This was definitely the best head you have ever gotten in your life. Lifting your hands shakily, you ran your fingers around his pinned ears, listening and feeling his purrs vibrate through him. The feeling made your incoming orgasm hit almost right then and there. Moans were leaving your lips like a prayer, his name being most of what Shadow could make out.

The hand that was still gripping one of your thighs had wandered up closer to your entrance, experimentally dipping a finger in. The moan from your mouth and the tugging on his ears seemed to be the response he was looking for. His lips moved up your clit, sucking and swiping his tongue around in motions that had you seeing stars. His index finger entered your drooling pussy with ease. He pumped it in and out slowly before adding his middle finger. The stretch was a a bit painful, more of a burning feeling, before it turned into pure pleasure. His mouth paired with his surprisingly skilled fingers had you gripping the ruined sheets beneath you.

You gasped at the feeling threatening to burst in your lower belly, moaning out, "Shadow, wait- I'm gonna-!"

He didn't even remove his muzzle from between you when your pussy squirted out it's juices from the intense orgasm you just had. Your thighs had him pinned in place from the best ending you've had in years. His hands were clutching onto the plush of your thighs, tongue still working you through your orgasm.

Your broken moans seemed to snap him from his pussy-drunk state. He lifted his head up, looking at you with lidded eyes and a mouth covered in your fluids. His tongue swiped along his lower lip with deliberate slowness.

You fell back on your bed, bringing a hand to your heaving chest. It almost feels like you ran a marathon in 100 degree weather with hoe burned your lungs were.

Shadow watched as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes darted from your glistening lips, to your chest greedily sucking in oxygen, to your ruined pussy. While he only learned this from reading the books the adults at the lab had lying around, he knew better than to leave you laying in your own pleasure.

It was a bit tricky trying to find what he needed considering he's never been to your house before this, he brought back a damp wash cloth and a glass of cold water. He was gentle with cleaning up your oversensitive areas, making sure you were clean enough that he could move you over a bit to gather the sheets and blankets. The pile of ruined cloth ended up in a heep by the overflowing dirty clothes basket at the door to your room. Shadow was lucky that you had some clean ones sitting in the chair by your vanity that he could use to cover you.

Your body seemed to calm down from the high you just experienced, now wanting to just sleep. You turned your head over to face the dark anthropomorphic alien and just watching as he took care of you.

"Shadow," he looked over at you. You gestured him over and lifted the blanket so he could cuddle up beside you if he wanted. The flicker of doubt in his eyes made you tense. Maybe he wanted this to be a on and done thing? Before your thoughts could start to spiral to worst case scenarios, he shuffled over and crawled up into your open arms. His head was smooshed into the crook of your neck, an arm under yours and around you.

A smile broke out on your lips, lowering your arm holding the blanket to settle around your cuddle buddy. His breath soon evened out as sleep , or exhaustion, had over come him. Pulling him in closer, you curled your naked from around him, tangling your legs with his.

Maybe, just maybe, this is what fate was saving for you.

"Hey, Tails? Knuckles? Have you seen Shadow? Or (Y/N)?" Sonic asked his brothers. The echidna shook his head while Tails just shrugged.

"Didn't you tell him to go meet her? Maybe Shadow locked himself in his room and (Y/N) forgot something for your party." Sonic didn't seem to convinced with Tails hypothesis. Before the blue blur could race off to find the missing members, Tom and Maddie came out the back door with s'more making ingredients.

"Who wants s'mores?!" Maddie gestured with the pan holding the stuff, walking up to the three kids only to see them with frowns on their faces.

Maddie set the pan down and knelt in front of Sonic, asking, "What's wrong, honey?"

Sonic turned away and muttered, "Where's (Y/N/N)? I don't wanna start without her."

Sucking in a breath, Maddie explained vaguely that you weren't going to be able to show up till tomorrow. When Tom and Maddie made it inside their house, Sonic's half-finished cake and the tube of frosting dropped on the kitchen floor let them know that you were gonna be gone for the night.

Tom was happy you found someone yet, with Shadow being that someone seemed to worry him to no end. It took Maddie having to calm him down and tell him that Shadow was definitely one of the better options for you that let him relax.

Sonic sagged at the fact that his favourite person wasn't gonna be able to attend his party. That's when he stilled and his brows furrowed. He turned to Maddie again, this time with a question that Maddie and Tom weren't gonna be able to explain.

"Well, then where's Shadow?"

Guys...I fell victim to the emo hedgehog. I have not stopped watching the hundreds of edits of this man on my fyp and its eating at my brain. this was just a scratch i had to itch. its all i could think about, day or night. I'm at work and its all i can think about.

He has me in a chokehold. Anyway! Im editing the fourth chapter of my series 'ceilings' when possible! Hopefully i can get a chapter out soon!

Thanks for reading! Here's the link to my Masterlist of all masterlists!

[samwitcch]

morning hug - apoc au relationship details under the cut!

--- mike and will's (+ the og party's) background:

is it mike and will if they aren't childhood besties? their moms were friends before the infection hit and they saw each other occasionally before the apocalypse

after the apocalypse, they lived in the same walled community with their families and stuck together for a long time! from ages 4 to 7, they were basically each other's only friends until lucas came around at age 8 and dustin came around at age 9

the boys were separated from their families because a neighboring group attacked, effectively destroying the community (more on that another time)

this is when the og party learned to live and survive with each other!

in this au -> mike fell first, will fell harder :)

just friends... with benefits:

are able to talk about anything and everything

each other's closest relationship out of the party -> used to rely on each other emotionally (much more strained after they started doing fwb)

tentative fwb - usually only engage in benefits after they've had a bad day or are really stressed out

things feel normal when they're together and the morning after but then they give each other the cold shoulder...

mike has started making a habit of ensuring that there's a buffer person between the two of them when he assigns jobs (cannot handle the tension)

are currently -> avoiding each other + the other party members have noticed (they don't know ab the two of them)

what is their problem?

mike is scared of being committed to each other because he's seen what happens to people (his mom, rip ted LOL) who have lost their partners. he doesn't want that to happen to him or will were one of them to die.

he's also afraid of the possibility that a relationship between the two of them could affect the party's whole group dynamic and set things off, because he's more worried about their survival then he is about his own feelings towards will.

he loves will so unbelievably much that it hurts, and the idea of getting even closer to will and suddenly losing him hurts even more, so he keeps his distance.

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will is most afraid of losing mike and the group were he to ask him to take their feelings any further. he's seen how devoted mike is to the group and to him, but he doesn't know if there's a limit to what mike is willing to tolerate from him.

he doesn't want to take the risk of alienating either of them, and he cherishes his relationship with mike so much that he's willing to go along with what mike is doing, which is straining their friendship.

will is a natural giver. if all mike wants is a fwb relationship even if he wants more, than he'll give it to him, even if it's tearing him apart on the inside :') he doesn't know if mike loves him back, so will is emotionally torn up from the distance that this is creating btwn them.

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other notes: fwb byler is a really interesting dynamic to explore, especially in this apocalypse setting - by the point in the story that they become fwb, they're 17 and they don't really have any clue about what they're doing. most of their clues about intimate relationships stem from old magazines from a while back (that don't say anything about gay relationships) as well as what their older siblings taught them when they were 12, which highlighted the emotional aspect and not the physical aspect.

mike and will know that something within their relationship has fundamentally changed, and they have no idea how to handle it. however, they know that they can experiment and relieve tension with each other safely, but are also extremely conflicted on how they present themselves to each other outside of their experimenting and to the party.

heteronormative societal pressure is not a conflict in this story (at least, not yet) - they don't live with anyone else except the other party members for the time being. their only conflict has to do with them both being scared of losing the other. they live in a world where anyone can die so quickly, so they don't want to fuck up what they have :'D mike wheeler is the king of being unable to process his romantic feelings properly and will byers is the king of completely repressing his emotions! they're perfect for each other!

both of them are the equivalent of shaken up soda bottles with mints inside them, ready to explode (the mints are them being friends with benefits)

[snowthedemonfox]

So what is the Alien AU exactly??? (AKA: The masterpost)

Long story short, in this AU a group of people are sent off on an AI controlled ship by 'the company' to research a newly discovered planet. Nobody in this research team gets along, which only gets worse after they accidentally capture 2 of the aliens that live there. Now they have to deal with not only their problems, but the problems this new planet is already dealing with.

Alien AU tag can be found here

Below are all the finished designs for the characters in this AU! I haven't finished all of these yet, but you're free to ask anything about the missing characters if you want to :3

Questions & Boundries:

Can I ship any of the characters? - Yes! I don't mind shipping at all. I'm a multishipper myself, and while some ships are implied in this AU (Bunnydoll, Abstragedy & Showtime), all are okay with me! - The only exception to this would be ships involving Gummi and Candi. While yes, they're both sentient, capable of understanding speech, and able to communicate to some degree, I do not feel comfortable shipping them with anyone.

Can I write/draw/make something for the AU? - Of course!!! I love seeing what other people do with this AU, it really makes my day. Feel free to tag me in anything you do! I only ask that nothing NSFW is done with this AU. Please respect this choice!

Can I put my OC in your AU? - Yep!! I even made blank versions of the info cards if anyone wanted to do this ^w^ The first one is for alien characters, and the second is for team members!

Are you going to add [character]? - Depends! The entire main cast will be added, along with some side characters and NPCs, but it all comes down to if I have an idea for them in the AU. I am a slow artist sometimes, so I probably won't be rushing to get all the info cards done ASAP. Feel free to ask about any specific characters if you're curious!

How does Abstraction work? - There's two types of 'abstraction' in this AU. If we're talking about a team member, they simply get re-assigned to a different team. This is what happened to Queenie and Kaufmo. They're alive and well, just somewhere else. The company can and will re-assign whoever they want, whenever they want. - When it comes to the aliens on the planet, there is an infection spreading around that has similar effects to abstraction in the show. It's not 100% the same, but causes those infected to become extremely hostile and attack anything around them until the host eventually dies. In this AU, Loolilalu (named Candi) is infected, and is seen as a minor threat by the rest of the team. Right now, there is no known cure.

Does the AU take place in a digital world? - No, everything is real. There's no mysterious VR headsets that are making people disappear in this AU!

Why isn't anyone on the research team human? - Because I suck at drawing humans and wanted to stay close to their canon designs. There's not really a lore-related reason for this.

I'll be putting all the links for the masterpost under the cut!

Outdated/older art: ★Original Jax & Gangle designs [X, X] ★Various sketches of Gangle's original design [X, X, X, X, X] ★When your alien roommates break into the kitchen at 2:34am ★Gummi's first appearance

The more recent art: ★Bnnuy alien Jax [X, X] ★Jax sketches [X, X, X, X] ★Coloured Jax sketches [X, X, X, X, X, X] ★Gangle sketches [X] ★Little guys (baby Jax & Gangle) [X, X, X, X] ★That one time I drew Jax in the maid outfit ★ Abstragedy [X] ★A smoothie ★The consequences of our actions ★Alien AU plushies [X, X] ★Tynie [X] ★Jax's evil little sister (Jaiden) ★More Jaiden + AU Ghostly & Loolilalu ★Jaiden learns bad words ★Christmas aliens ★Casual Pomni ★[NOT CANON] Velvet ★AU crossover episode i guess

More asks about the lore: ★AU recap ★What does Jax have to gain from this? ★Where do Jax & Gangle live? ★Do the aliens have abilities? ★What language do they speak? ★How does Jaiden act around the others? ★Some various fun facts

[faeryarchives]

heartslabyul with a furina-like female reader! the "regina of all waters, kindreds, peoples and laws" is deeply loved by all. under her flamboyant and imprudent facade, lies a girl holding an unbearable weight and guilt on her shoulders to save her people. note: contains major spoilers about fontaine story quests (you have been warned) !! furina - like female reader series: savanaclaw recent fics: you feel like home & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader)

-‘๑’- riddle rosehearts

"who are you people? and why are you all dressed suspiciously? no, don't come near me, i am warning you!" "calm dow- where did these water familiars came from?!" "stay back i said!"

riddle was taken aback by your sudden behavior and your ability to wield a sword as well as commanding your familiar like it's your second nature! but weapons are still not allowed on school grounds 🤬

after the incident, riddle thought he wouldn't interact with you again when somehow manage your way to the dorm and stepped in when he was about to collar his dorm mates

"i don't think it's appropriate for you to chain your subjects like prisoners, mr. riddle. that is not a proper way of to rule." "don't stand in my way, what do you know about ruling?!" "... you have no idea."

and you proved him so wrong after overhearing your conversation with your heartslabyul friends. it's not like he intended to eavesdrop but it just happened that he was passing by

"after 500 years of acting on stage - i am finally free to live as a normal human again without the need to act as a strong and more god-like version of myself. but the problem is, i don't know where to start."

riddle made it his mission to always make you feel welcomed in the heartslabyul dorm and gradually became close friends with you

who knew that the two of you are similar to each other? from ruling over a community to having tea parties and your love for sweets

"riddle, you can enjoy sweets as much as you want. you dont need to follow such suffocating rules." "...what a pleasant surprise, truly an extra slice of joy."

believe it when i say he is very fond of your salon members and even went out his way to always give them a proper greeting and send them invitations for the unbirthday parties.

it was like he is healing his inner child along with you + very comfortable to the point that he doesn't even hesitate to ask you for advice 🫡 rather than an older sister you were like his twin

-‘๑’- trey clover

it is bad to have favoritism but trey clover took the cake immediately after watching him bake the most delicious cake you ever tasted

sorry to all fontaine patissier or fontaine in general but maybe you might as well stay in this world ... kidding 🧍🏻‍♀️

out of everyone you met, trey's firs impression was the second best (kalim being first for obvious reasons) he was like your dear friend who adores tea time but more laid back verion of them

"what a rich aroma and delicate texture... i didn't expect you to be such an accomplished cook... with refined taste, as well!" "a compliment from the regina herself is such a worthy praise for someone like me." "nonsense, trey! you are the best one out there!"

with curiosity getting the best of you, you always try to help out during the unbirthday parties and learn how to cook and bake from the vice dorm leader

... after all having pasta everyday is not very healthy 😭

listens to your rambles about the novels you've read befora and suggests you some that he have on hand! at this point he might as well be your guardian angel

despite being smaller than most of the student at nrc - you shocked the whole heartslabyul group after fighting off the known bully group of seniors trying to scare some freshmen

"now go along and never show your faces to me again. capiche?" "woah, i thought you said you are not used to battling!" "mmm, i did. but it's different from my abilities, no?"

you were the opposite of trey, rather than being embarrassed, you know your strengths and weaknesses and use it to your advantage

"trey, don't tell me you are just an ordinary person, you liar. you can't fool me with your downplaying talk!"

he can't fool you with that but trey pulls some harmless pranks on you by tricking you in putting a different recipe in the pie orsomething

he learned his lesson after you really followed his instructions and became the first victim to his own prank

you always seem to pride yourself as a strong and capable woman and how despite everything you are going through you always go for it headstrong

"now look at you, getting sick. i told you not to overwork yourself right?" "mmm, sorry big brother..."

did you just say 🥺 older 🥺 brother? after that he wears that title like a cape everyday and even brags it to cater 😭

-‘๑’- cater diamond

oh cater absolutely adores you the moment he saw your outfit because it is so well made?! 🫨 not only that - you were like giving the total celebrity vibes

"you have an eye for discerning people! yes, i am once the most beloved star of my country... but that time already came to an end."

sometimes while he tags along whenever you, grim and the adeuce duo hangs out - he always had this feeling that you are staring deep into his soul 👁️👁️

as much as he puts up his usual cheerful facade to fool you, it was like arguing up to a wall and you finally pointed it out one day during your tea parties

"you know, you don't have to force yourself to eat sweets. i cooked some habanero pepper cream pasta earlier with

you might as well become his favorite underclassman 🥺

no wonder you were able to read him so well because you revealed that some how seeing him act in such way reminds him of yourself in the past

"sometimes acting for so long can make you wonder if people can really see through you or was it all fake." "but that is how it is right? how can other people know us when we don't even know ourselves?"

anyways! every now and then, cater would appear right on your doorsteps with small clothes and hats in shopping bags to give it to the salon members

it was funny to see your salon members have a new member and they treat him like their own son 😭🤍

as much as he want to tease you sometimes - he try not to over do it after seeing you let the salon trio chase after ace and grim all over the maze with threatening looks in their eyes.

"wow, mademoiselle crabaletta looks so energetic when she got to hit ace at the back of his head." "well, ace did pissed her off by playing rock paper scissors with her." "... did she win?" "i don't know, you tell me big brother cater."

... he will never let it down after owning his title as your big brother 😭 get ready to receive random gifts every now and then because this big brother cater is ready to spoil you to rotten

-‘๑’- ace trappola

having to get sprayed and hit by multiple bubbles in the face was certainly not on ace's list 😭 remind him to never play rock paper scissors with mademoiselle crabaletta ever again

he really like to be your friend genuinely 🙏 not that you mind though because ace is fun to talk too + you were able to adapt and learn about this world thanks to him, deuce and grim

but sometimes, he can be a little too reckless in roping you in trouble

"woah! (name) put mr seahorse down and let's talk about this!" "oh so you prefer my sword instead?" "it was just a harmless prank!" "then why is there an anemone on grim's head, again?!"

after you were comfortable enough to tell your story - ace thought he was actually dreaming because how did you stay sane after that 500 years?!

will ask you to help him with his studies and practicing magic + probably thought you were clueless but after years of searching every nook and nanny in your nation's library, you were like a walking dictionary

"how come you get a higher score than me in animal languages?!" "i was wondering how on teyvat did you get a lower score than me?"

omg you traitor 👩🏻‍⚖️

your number one buddy with midnight snacks + everytime he would sneak out of the dorm he always bring some sweets as a bribe to let him stay

there are times that you always fool ace by acting especially in front ofriddle when he accidentally dropped your cake in accident

despite the shenanigans between you two, he always trusts you to have his back

"(nickname) cover for me!" "alright! let the world come alive, hehe!"

whenever the salon members feel silly, they will go and chase after him and you just let them be - even they shower him with love in unexpected ways.

"recently, i've been wondering if Iife been a little too hard on myself in the past. i never got the chance to enjoy my life." "then let's go grab cater-senpai and go shopping!"

he will not let you experience such loneliness again! not when he is one of your first friend here in wonderland.

-‘๑’- deuce spade

opposite to ace, he is mademoiselle crabaletta's favorite for some reason or even the whole salon members are fond of him !

while he is more on the less troublesome side - he still make some troubles but you can see how much he was trying to not get you involve in it 😭

"deuce, you could've just told me earlier about this..." "i'm sorry, i don't want you to get involve again." "you are really a jester. we are friends! how can i not help you when you are facing problems?"

just as you listen to his problems, you were surprised that deuce is a great listener 😮 its not sarcasm !!

it first came to you during the octavinelle incident when deuce found you crying behind the ramshackle down, hugging your knees and being surrounded by your salon members, trying to calm you down

"i still couldn't do it... i do not belong in this world now i don't even have a place to stay..." "(name)..." "d-don't look at me like this! just give me a second." "no it's okay, let it out. i am so sorry for putting the pressure on you."

the sweetest guy??? ever??? he will try to include you in discussions about this world itself and wouldn't let you feel out of place

you even found him taking down notes whenever you get the chance to talk about your nation and people

"you have a dragon as a friend?!" "yea, don't let the dragon title fool you though. he is very kind but all he eats and drink is water every break time."

while ace had your back, deuce got your sides covered + knows fully how capable of being the front liner

"how dare you!?" "ah, (nickname) don't go to far!" "... remind me to never mess with her again."

remember the phantom back in the mines? you encountered one again and after it made one of your salon members disappear - the trio watch you literally annihilate the monster

seeing you all impatient and having a childlike temper made him laugh because you weren't so different from them after all

but please do not rush in battle so suddenly, you might as well give him a heart attack 😵

don't tell the others but deuce really looks up to you as an admirable person + not only you were able to endure everything for a long time, you still have the heart to forgive everyone who doubted you.

"do you know that you are really a respectable friend?" "...? oh my god, did you eat mushrooms for breakfast again?" "i'm serious!" "oh is that so? well i am proud of you. don't you know you improved a lot too?"

it's 7 am in the morning are you trying to make him cry? 🥹

having you with him during his high school life is an unexpected but wonderful experience - learning other things together + being interested in the same things? he had never felt such comfort before

deuce just hope that even though he and ace are seen as troublemakers, you won't hesitate to let your walls come down when times get rough 🫂

[ficsyoumayhavemissed]

🏳️‍🌈 Moths and Butterflies — LadyAj_13 / @ladyaj-13

1.363 words / Harry x Louis

It seemed like such a good plan a week ago. It had seemed like fate, for the town’s Pride parade to fall at the very same time when work sent him there to charm some clients. Who was Louis, to sniff at a higher power? It was exciting, a week ago. Now he’s here though, in the thick of it, and he thought it would feel freeing but it doesn't. It just rams home how he doesn’t belong.

This is a lovely fic for anyone who has ever questioned whether they are queer enough to belong in the queer community. You are, and this fic will remind you of it whenever you need it.

🏳️‍🌈 Quite the Pickle — @lululawrence

1.455 words / Grimmy x Harry x Louis

Nick hated pickles. It was an entire thing for him and he used to get into arguments all the time when his mum insisted he could just remove them and the sandwich would be fine without them. She never seemed to understand. The flavor was still left behind because of the juices. The scent was still there. The pickle was never fully removed. Not successfully. And now one was sitting on the plate, almost touching his perfectly pickle free sandwich, all whilst leaking it’s flavor and scent all over his chips. Good thing there happened to be a pregnant man with a craving nearby.

An adorable, cozy meet-cute between a couple and a stranger, this fic has so much goodness in so few words. From the struggle of pregnancy cravings to the unexpected pleasure of finding people who will accept you as you are, it’s a fun little roller coaster you don’t want to miss. 

🏳️‍🌈 Over The Heads Of The Crowd — DancingOnCapitals

3.232 words / Harry x Louis

Harry attends a fandriven LGBTQIA+ event to support the queer part of his favourite band's fandom and probably also some members of said band when he spots the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Love at first sight it’s always nice, but gay love at first sight is something special in itself. A meet-cute fic where they share a bed... What else could you ask for?

🏳️‍🌈 Courted in Cabos — @alphalouis 

5.511 words / Louis x Oli 

Oli's spent his whole life with Louis Tomlinson. More accurately, he’s waited his whole life for Louis to pop the question. When Louis invites him to Los Cabos, he thinks this will be it. So he waits. And he waits. Eventually it becomes clear Louis won’t make the first move. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

Absolutely adorable! Friends pining on each other is always such a nice trope to read. Seeing the development of their relationship was really cute, and this fic is more than worth a shot, considering Niall’s special additions. 

🏳️‍🌈 falling in love with the stable boy — @sup3rbloom

5.620 words / @1dreversebang / Harry x Louis 

Louis is the son of King Tomlinson, and now that he's older, he's interested in learning horseback riding. King Tomlinson assigns Harry, the kingdom's stable boy, to train him. It's love at first sight for Louis, and this wouldn't be a problem if being gay wasn't wrong in the kingdom.

This fic is a little heartbreaking, considering how Louis' own family might reject him for something he doesn’t have a choice in, however it was extremely cute how Harry, Zayn and Liam were there to always protect Louis. 

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[corrupted-nightmare]

back to the basics -

name: liam edward flint. name meaning: liam meaning protector. edward meaning wealthy guard. nickname(s): lee occult type: witch, dark magic. dreamwalker. birthday: february 14th age: 27 sexuality: straight occupation: shop / industrial arts teacher at high school language(s) spoken: english, italian, russian, latin

extra, extra, read all about it !

personality deep dive -

archetype: the dexterous zodiac: aquarius - the water bearer - air - uranus personality type: istj - logistician positive traits: clever, intuitive, independent negative traits: cynical, rigid, reactionary moral alignment: neutral enneagram: type 8 - challenger hobbies: woodworking, metalworking, carving, collecting old weapons pinterest: click here theme song: here i go again - whitesnake

the ties that bind -

parents: alastair (deceased) & scarlett flint cousins: eurydice, andromeda, & nemesis lilim pet(s): wilson - black-tailed jackrabbit (familiar)

open for the taking -

(connection) exes - a couple of spots open. likely didn't end well and probably had something to do with liam's need to always put his best friend first or that he would never open up to you.

(connection) friends - liam isn't the friendliest of guys, but once you get past his sarcastic remarks, there is a semi-good guy there. or at the very least, once he considers you a friend, he is very loyal and protective.

(connection) carve me up - the two of you bonded over wood carving. he has a passion for it and sometimes you two work on projects together.

(connection) watchful eyes - you believe you know that liam killed his father or at least had something to do with it, but you can't prove it. maybe, you work with the law, maybe you were a follower of his fathers, a powerful witch. either way, the two of you don't really get along and liam wishes you would stay out of his business. (likely doesn't know the reason why liam killed his father and was under the man's charm)

(character(s)) long lost sibling - liam's father was known to have several dalliances outside of his marriage. maybe, you are from an outside town or state or even, country looking for the father you never knew and come across liam.

once upon a time -

liam's parents, alastair and scarlett, were both from prestigious bloodlines. there marriage was a setup between alastair and scarlett's father, though it didn't take long for scarlett to fall for alastair's charms.

his parents 'loving' relationship didn't last long before it soured. scarlett has a hard time becoming pregnant, having to rely on the coven for help. alastair wanted several children, but was told scarlett would only be able to give him one. shortly after liam's birth, alastair turned the charm off and let scarlett see the real him, a cruel alcoholic.

liam's father practiced dark magic and growing up, alastair wanted liam to only learn from him. he was also a dreamwalker, something liam had no interest in, but was taught how to do at a young age.

as liam grew older, his punishments when he would fail a task would get worse. a punch or being dragged around by his hair was a normal day in his household. scarlett had turned to alcohol and pills herself, using that to numb the pain of alastair and his infidelities, rendering her useless to help liam.

as he got older, liam began to fight back. he knew better than to ask for help as hardly any of the elders in the coven would have believed him. alastair had most of them enchanted with his lies and power.

this torment didn't stop once liam got his own place in town. liam had grown used to it, though. nearly a year ago, while liam was over taking care of his mother, an argument over liam's limited use of his dreamwalker skills led to him snapping and killing alastair. the main problem with this was that his father was a prominent member of the coven and the community. thus, a coverup was hatched and a few of the people in liam's inner circle helped him make it look like an intruder had killed the man.

liam worried that someone that he doesn't trust will find out the truth and life as he knows it will be over. but, he tries to focus his energy into his trade and teaching the students.

inside information -

liam has had his 'pet' (familiar) since he was a child. wilson was his first confidant and is regarded as one of the things liam cares about most.

if there is a wood or metal carving you want for your home, call him.

despite his cynical attitude, he has a good relationship with his students. especially those who show an interest in the craft.

once you become a friend of his, you are a friend for life.

he is allergic to limes.

liam doesn't so much care about the different occult or covens, believing that will drag him farther into his father's former circle.

while he does use magic and continues to use dark magic, liam would need a very good reason to ever dreamwalk.

on his days off, if he isn't with cordelia, it's likely you will find him at the hanged man's tavern.

[flowersanddoves]

Hey lol idk if you still check this blog anymore but I recently started learning about freemasonry n was curious about some things... I'm going to be attending a clowning program run by the Shriners n was curious about their beliefs and culture. I am a nonbinary woman and my ultimate goal of clowning is to do clown drag basically lol like I want to mix gender signifiers to create my own clown persona... I think that would be really fun but I don't want to scandalize a bunch of religious old guys or anything 😭 especially since I read the clowning competition rules they hold their members to and it said they weren't allowed to "impersonate women" (but it seemed to be because they didn't want to make fun of women rather than being opposed to drag, because the rule also forbade them from dressing up as other cultures)

I want to be respectful of their beliefs but I also want to be able to express myself artistically. But I don't really know what their beliefs are (except for charity, which is always a good thing lol)

Hello! Yes I do check this

Sometimes..

From my personal experience with the Shriners, most do hold a generally conservative standpoint on things. Nothing too crazy, but what you would typically expect from older American men. While the Shriners, as with freemasonry, don’t require members to hold a certain religion, most are also Christian. A majority of Shriners are generally accepting as would be expected from an organization focused so heavily on charity. Sexuality doesn’t seem to be much of a problem, but as with many groups composed of this demographic the topic of gender identity and expression tends to get a little iffy.

In the end would personally recommend contacting them about doing drag since it really is up to the shrine or the unit hosting the event. I have noticed various groups and orders overall can have largely varying stances on topics like drag and the LGBT+ community, so I can’t speak for the order overall.

I hope this helps, and if you have any more questions feel free to ask :)

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I know your life isn't perfect, you speak explicitly about your struggles that you face day-to-day, but you've also lived a lot of life? Like I read your blog, and you've survived a fuck ton of shit. I don't know many older leftists--my family members certainly aren't ones, and talking to people around my age about the state of the world/lived experiences is wonderful, but it can also become so very sad, because we're not sure what to do. I'm a fresh 18-year-old, and I'm terrified of the future. Logically I know that I'm not obligated to complete the world's work, but I can't abandon it either. And that your loved ones, your community is what gives your life meaning under systemic oppression (Experiencing that firsthand where I'm finally making a few friends, and they fill my soul with life). But emotionally, I get so utterly sad, hyperfixating on what's bad when I'm away from my friends. Do you have any advice for living life while you're building that network of friends, figuring out your values, and carving out the life you want in whatever niches you can? Things you wish you could tell your younger self? I hope I'm not putting you on a pedestal, or stressing you out with this ask. I honestly would just like some words of comfort from someone older than me, who's POC, an activist, and also cares about a lot of the same things as me.

I absolutely don't think it's putting someone on a pedastal to ask questions like this! We all have different ways of surviving in this big wild world, and surviving often means different things for different people.

I do want to go ahead and speak to one piece of what you said though, just to make sure I don't wind up appearing to say something I'm not. I'm not a person of color, at least, I have never experienced myself that way. I am many things, including a person in a mixed race family, a person for whom older generations of my family were not considered white during their lifetimes (that doesn't mean that I'm not considered white now though, or even that some of those relatives aren't considered white now), and a person who has a lot of loved ones in a lot of different iterations of global politics. I try to talk about the things that impact people that I love in ways that I have come to understand over a lifetime they often speak of it themselves. If you want to hear from an actual person of color on these topics, you may want to reach out to my wife, @loreofthejungle, who has lived through all of my last ten years or so with me, and has her own experiences with activism and survival politics outside of me.

Something I have learned about carving out space though, you have to really and truly look at that space as if you have every right to inhabit it. Not just that you *should* have every right, or that people generally should have the right to space as needed. You, personally, have the right to inhabit space simply because you have the desire to do so.

Does that mean you will always be able to succeed in occupying that space? No. But the reality of inhabiting it really isn't fathomable until you believe that your desire to exist in whatever manifestations please you is your birthright. How you might navigate inhabiting as much space as you wish while still reasonably allowing space for others requires first knowing what space you want to occupy and not immediately compromising it before ever negotiating that space with someone else. If no one else has given reason to believe that you occupation of that space is a problem, why are you pre-emptively making yourself small?

This is easier said than done obviously, lol, but learning how to ask yourself what you want for your life and understanding what shape you and your world would need to take in order to achieve it are skills that serve us well in life. Some of this is learning to stop acting on assumptions I've made that people haven't communicated, even if I am absolutely sure the assumption is correct. Subtext is one thing (and I still have plenty to say about that on my best days lol) but frankly if someone isn't willing or able to communicate their thoughts and needs to me, it cannot be my job to predict those thoughts and needs on their behalf. Not a fun dynamic, just breeds resentment on all sides.

I have been my most secure, in life, in activism, in community work, when I am able to meet my basic needs, when I acknowledge that caring for myself the way I care for my loved ones is itself a basic need, and when I take the time to think about what is reasonably within my control and what isn't.

Sometimes that looks like prioritizing what issues I get deeply invested in (e.g. dedicating personal time and resources to organizing and understanding it as opposed to making efforts to support other people doing that work). Sometimes that looks like taking space away from the internet and social media because frankly......ugh. I just don't always have the energy to both communicate effective organization strategies and also have literally any time to not be "on" during the day. Sometimes it means taking space from organizing almost entirely because my work itself is community and care oriented, and there are times that is all I have in me. Sometimes it means learning new skills and support strategies in order to continue organizing despite changes in my circumstances. Sometimes it means focusing down to a small local region and not worrying about the whole wide world for a while because my neighborhood or my town is all I can navigate for a bit.

I realize it's frustrating to hear over and over again "connect in person" or "get offline" but like.

The reason for that often has less to do with "oh online activism is worthless" and more to do with "radical organization does not occur online even if its PRODUCTS occur online, because there is no way for us to reasonably protect our members that way. You need to show up to video calls or in person meetings so we can talk with some measure of InfoSec." You're just not going to get a step by step/comprehensive guide of how to organize or how to get involved effectively online because doing so would innately make those access points unsafe and insecure. Beyond that, there simply aren't univeral strategies. There are historic or common methods used within organizing, but every situation calls for tailoring by those doing the work, because organizing will never be one size fits all. You don't get buy in from people when you impose structure top down, but organization is much more effective when those doing the work co-create it together.

The good news is, there are so many groups running organization trainings and groups, and the whole point is to help you cultivate your personal skills in an organizing capacity so you can apply them in ways that work for you. Thus the eternal call to join a union or other organizing body.

I think people forget that the act of community building IS the act of organizing, in many ways. When you make the time to be attuned with the people in your sphere, and talk with them openly and honestly about your needs and the needs of those in your community, you can make great strides, even without the weight of a full campaign behind you. It's amazing what the community is willing to come together and create once they find they pathways and cohesion to do so.

This got rambly, and covered a lot of different versions of my answer to your question. In the end, I think what I mean with all this is just....we're all human, and we're all figuring out this whole "being a person" thing together and regardless of what anyone tells you, no one really has it down. There aren't right answers to the problems that have plagued society for generations, but there can always be the very human intention to help each other figure out a better answer than we had before.

[into-the-blorboverse]

Domino: The Lamb

cw cults, infanticide, abuse, etc

Domino was born into a cult. A particular cult whose goal is to make powerful demonic beings. A more recent practice of theirs is to summon a demon into newborn children, with several failed attempts leading up to Domino's birth. Previously the cult members were trying to infuse a stronger, more mature demon into the infants, but the power was too strong for the young vessels. With Domino's indoctrination, his father decided to summon a lesser demon to try and see if the two could grow stronger together without overpowering and killing the child. This made Domino the first success in the newborn trials. As the first sire of the Chosen One, Domino's father gained esteem and a higher position within the cult. This was a huge success so Domino was seen as untouchable Golden Child and they are pleased to learn they have been blessed by a demon of the Electrical Realm.

Domino was never truly loved by his father. He was merely a vessel and a lot of pressure was put on him a young age, testing his demonic abilities and strengths. The older Domino gets, his father starts to fear that he's not progressing as rapidly as he should and he doesn't want to lose his status in the cult. Perhaps the only impressive part of Domino's trials was that he managed to survive, and as time ticks on the other members in the cult are expecting more from him than mere sparks and static electricity. More children have been born since and have now had more obvious results with their possessions. The shine of their Golden Child was starting to wear off.

Over the years his father increased the intensity of the tests, putting him in more and more dangerous situations to get a reaction from the demon inside his son. The demon was starting to defy the father in an attempt to protect Domino from the brutal tests. Being with his host from such a young age for both of them, the demon formed a powerful bond with Domino.

Domino's father as well as others in the community start to think Domino is not deserving of his status after a decade, but as the first success they can't take that away from him... unless...? Can we kill him? Hmm..

The father devises a plan. He claims to have had a vision and must sacrifice his Firstborn (this is a surprise tool to use for later) to the cause. He uses a ritual dagger and treats him like a sacrificial lamb. The light goes out of his eyes and he dies... for a moment. The ritual killing didn't take, it turns out. Interesting! But the onlooking cult members see this as a Miracle! He was the Chosen One! Not only did they make a successful vessel, they also made an unkillable one! :) 👍

This was lauded as a great success and for a while set the skepticism back, business as usual once again. But as Domino still showed resistance and restraint in his powers, there were whispers that maybe the miracle was all a setup. It seemed very convenient that the father would have a vision about his own son just when people were starting to question the validity of his status. Sure they saw the ritual killing but the timing of it all, you know. 🤷‍♂️

They figure that since he is unkillable after all, then it shouldn't be a problem to test it again. The father is fine with this since he was secretly trying to get rid of him anyway, either way works for him. So time and time again, the lamb was led to slaughter. And he survived!

The cult believes that due to the circumstances of Domino's birth and indoctrination, fusing a youngling demon to an infant, is what made him strong enough to come back from the dead. However, unbeknownst to them, its the particular combination of host and demon is what led to this. When other demons are presented with the idea that they don't need their hosts, they would take the opportunity to break away. But Domino's demon truly cares for his welfare, and loves him very much. Their souls are fused and intertwined in such a way (it's messy in there) that he'd do anything to protect him and keep him alive. And so he did.

In the last test that his father would ever do, he gets more and more frustrated with Domino, sensing that he'd like to run away from the cult, and snaps. Enraged, he grabs Domino forcefully and screams in his face, not at all like the gentle facade he put on during the sacrificial ceremonies.

He tells Domino that he's good for nothing and that no one in the outside world would love him like he does, and that you should be grateful for the status that you have here. You're a disgrace, and I will find a way to kill you that'll stick. Frightened at all of this coming out of seemingly nowhere, Domino can't handle it and blacks out, going limp for only a moment before the demon takes over.

Years of all the brutal rigorous testing and the multiple attempts on Domino's life while making a spectacle out of his perceived immortality built up and the demon refuses to take it anymore. Bolts of lighting begin to materialize from Domino's hands that his father was proud to see, if only they weren't aimed directly at him. In his final moments he smiles smugly and utters that is the promise that he wanted to see. But the demon was not about to give him the satisfaction, he would not allow him to bathe in that accomplishment. The bolts of lighting let loose upon that fucker and kills him!

With the father dead, the demon is worn out from the mass exertion of energy and is unable to fully protect Domino from a few burns as the forest around them is now caught aflame. But he is alive. He is free.

TO BE CONTINUED

[aercnaut-archived]

im not an expert on things like this which makes me kind of nervous to say anything directly so apologies for coming to you on anon but is there a reason you use both lmm and timothy olyphant as faceclaims for lee when lin is a man of color and timothy is not?

first of all, even if it's on anon, thank you for reaching out! and for any poc who may see this, if you have input, please don't be afraid to message me! as a white person who sometimes acts before i think, if i'm doing something wrong, i want to know so i can correct the problem.

anyways, the short version: somehow that didn't click when i made tim the alternate. he was originally chosen to replace a shitty person for a verse completely separate from show canon and it spiraled from there.

the long version: tim became the alt originally because i learned the man who played lee in the g.olden c.ompass movie is a raging homophobe. i liked how he played lee but wasn't comfortable using him (as a member of the lgbtq+ community who writes with others but also like. as a decent person) so initially tim at his current age was going to replace him. basically, keep the movie version as an option on this blog, but using tim instead of the original actor.

after spending some time in tim's tag and remembering how he looked in d.eadwood (not just the movie, when he's older and closer to book lee's age) and i got over excited about the idea. i didn't want to replace l.in m.anuel because i adore his lee, but i really liked the idea of tim as a fc, so i made him an alternate to occasionally appear on the blog. somehow during all of this it never clicked that a lot of my portrayal of lee (which is mostly show based) is based on him being a man of color.

now that i'm aware it probably comes off as sus, i might either remove tim and the idea of an alt fc completely or see if i can find someone of similar heritage to be an alt fc. if anyone (and i don't mean other white people saying "well i don't think it's a big deal") has any input, please lemme know, even if it's on anon! i meant no harm by having tim as an alternate, and i apologize for any harm done.

[impulsivelycontentious]

The desire to pseudo-parent teens is one i am probably never gonna get over. When i was a teen I wanted to pseudo-parent younger kids. When i was a younger kid I wanted to look after little kids.

And imma do it. Imma be nice to younger people than me and listen to them and talk to them like I trust that they have thoughts in their head and take their opinions seriously and really discuss it.

I have always done this and a lot of adults think i'm some kind of kid-whisperer because kids tend to do what I ask them to. And I tend to under where problems come from.

And it's all just listening and responding. I genuinely see kids as less experienced people who are developing. And people can be fun. Listening to kids infodump about dinosaurs or share the gossip among the 8 year olds can be fun.

It'a nice not to have adult problems as part of the conversation.

I have also explained psychology to 10 year olds who need to know why people do some things.

I have given advice to teenagers who are just sorting things out that I FUCKED UP HARD and didn't figure out for another 10 years. It's great! I love being able to tell teenagers how badly i fucked that shit up and what i learned eventually. Most of them don't fuck up in the same way as a result! It's fulfilling!

Also. New ideas are essential for older people in thw same way interacting with elders is essential for youth.

Without it our brains age faster. Our memories go quicker. Our ideas get stagnant and set and it gets harder to THINK. Children and elders need to interact with eachother for our brains and there's research on that one.

We haven't done researched on, say, middle aged people and teens but there's literally no reason to assume it isn't important. That only little children and our eldest make a difference.

We need that variety. We need it. We need to teach and to learn our whole lives. We do.

And it isn't all take. The new ideas can help YOU, too.

Like i know for most of you it won't be a great example but I HAVE to point at elders who find out they're nonbinary or asexual in particular. They have never heard of these ideas before because of WHATEVER, but a younger family member or acquaintance comes out and suddenly THEY UNDERSTAND SOMETHING ABOUT THEMSELVES. And this happens with all kinds of things. Where qhwn we were younger qe just didn't have exposure to these ideas and now young people do and we LEARN. Or they see things differently and they're RIGHT. And we learn.

I have brain damage and my brain is melting out of my ears slowly. I'm not gonna make it to ripe old age before the dementia sets in. I already have memory loss.

Interacting with younger people HELPS. I still don't remember but the mental workout is good for me the same way long walks are good for my heart.

There's nothing sinister with forming friendships with your WHOLE community. Not just your age mates. The divide is bad for the kids and it;s bad for the adults and it's bad for the elders.

Keeping us separate is just. Bad. Anyone trying to push it has bought in to someone distracting from a REAL problem or is distracting from a real problem with something they can have a fake moral outrage at.

For the record one of my oldest friends is over a decade my senior and we've been friends since I was 15 years old. I'm WELL over double that now.

i think some of you guys are insane 👍 it's actually possible for a 16 year old to be online friends with someone in their 20s. source: teenagers are actually people who can talk to other people about shared interests.

[frankensteinsmonstergotablog]

Women's Spaces and Relationships

I gave myself a day to fully cool off and reflect before I made this post. I can not help but realize that it is far too common for young women's families to become involved in their relationships and to side with men they do not know. This is even more prevelant when the girl is being raised without her father or the father and the boyfriend are on good terms. It's tragic, and when a girl is really young or inexperienced it is a form of gaslighting. Boys lie, or at the very least skew narratives in their favor, because it's a sensitive topic. It's their love life and their first relationship too. Young people test the waters of what is socially acceptable, so of course that's what most young people will do. I'm not here to call out young boys in highschool who don't fully understand boundaries, especially given the cultual norms depicted in media and upheld by patriarchal standards.

However, the real problem with this circumstance is that society as a whole has given men way too much control in social situations, even when they are incredibly young or simply out of bounds. The ball is not in their court, and as the older person, it's up to the girl's parents or guardians to set an example. To let these young men know that this is not a place for them. Likewise, a young girl should never try to invade a young man's family home to win him back, should never try to win over his family, etc.

I understand I may have some fall out with others over this topic, especially since masculinity is a cultural performance that relies on tradions such as the chase, getting a girl back, etc. However, if you're a parent and your immediant instinct is to side with a man you don't know in your own family member's first or second relationship, you're only making that problem worse. Being part of a community, giving younger generations life long skills, it all relies on older people, specifically parents and guardians acting accordingly. I can not fathom a reason to comment or care about my future daughter's relationships to such an extent, much less to side with a teenage boy, allowing him inside a space that should be a place where a young girl can feel is her own. I've watched this type of situation play out, and it digrades the trust a young girl has with her family moving forward as well as her trust in future relationships. If a young girl ends a relationship, that should be her choice.

Additionally, taking the opposite action can aid a woman's future. All the women I have known who have had financial and academic success did not have this experience. All of them grew up with parents that did not let men get close to the family until the women were much older (late 20s, early 30s) with education and career path being first and foremost the priority. Not to say the women couldn't talk about their boyfriends growing up, or have them over, but for the boys to be hanging out with their families when she wasn't around? This was unheard of. Why bother whipping this courtship into a frenzy when it's a first try? Let it fail, learn from those failures, and branch out onto better future endeavors.

I wanted to address this topic, to form it fully outside my mind because it happened to me. My own mother allowed my first boyfriend, a man years older than me, into our family home. She agreed with him that I should quit attending my current school and go to a completly new city with him, despite me having already cut things off with him days prior. There are no words to how truly awful it felt to have be in such a situation. Had my father been alive, I still wonder if my ex would have even considered pulling such a stunt. It's a harrowing thing to say I experienced and lived through, and while I'm lucky, I can not say with full confidence how many other women have died because they tried to flee an abusive relationship and their own families turn on them. If we as a society want to fully address the patriarchy and a culture's internalized misogyny, we have to give women a safe space to return to after exploring the world, their sexuality, and all life has to offer. Virginia Woolfe's essay, a Room of One's Own, famously touches on this ideology that women's suffrage depends on not just theories and slogans, but physical spaces with which women can escape to and find sanctuary in; "A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction." While the female novelist indeed needs a room of her own, so does the future surgeon, pilot, and entrepeneur. No girl should feel she can not return to her home, the very pot from which her roots grew, and not feel the cards are not stacked in her favor and the gates only open on her and her parent's command.

[xoteajays]

Majority of my dreams are bizarre. And I would have to say that it's so very rare for me to have dreams that actually make sense. If I can also remember any of my dreams, especially dreams that make sense, I'm always writing notes of what I can actually remember if I'll do use that for materials in a creative way. Like using dreams for plots in stories.

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Either one long season, or one last movie or something to completely wrap up the whole franchise. I don't really know about Keiji as Rocky.

But the Mighty Warriors (the musicians) have been making the music videos where they're apart of Kuryu now, with new and old members.

So if the Mighty Warriors are technically the new Kuryu now, I have to say that they hopefully would get more backstory for some of them if that were the case. And that actually does include Ryu this time too.

This new war between SWORD gangs and the newly formed Kuryu, is the actual war I've been really curious about. Who's the real winners.

Hopefully find out who or want this mastermind, Mr. Bulge, person is.

Also more concrete ending for the SWORD gangs, happier times with these gangs too. Basically anything and everything we want for them.

Actually.. I think I gave you some of my ideas for a sequel story. If and when I actually do start writing stories. So this is always my problem.

That's how I felt. Despite them graduating, they still seem like closest friends with each other (but not really including other gangs either).

Yeah.. If someone in Daruma accidentally let any secrets slip about all the older Daruma men, it would have to be the younger generations. I can't imagine Hyuga, Kato, Sakyo or Ukyo mentioning anything since they seem that they would keep it amongst themselves. Not others. I don't really know. That's how I see it. But I could be wrong about that.

And Seki is someone who would accidentally say things he shouldn't.

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If I watch Worst Of Evil, I might wait until the season is over because I am too patient to wait weekly for an episode. So... I'll wait a bit longer.

I don't mind watching shows and movies on sites - especially if that is the only way to watch. But I can't tolerate that many commercials but popup ads are even worse than commercials, if that really is possible.

Exactly! Obviously Vincenzo's multilingual. He speaks Korean, Italian and English. That is because he lived in Korea and Italy, so that would make sense for his character. And Jang's character lived in America... So I know he could speak fluent English. But altering the English and Korean sentences while communicating to people who don't know so much about that language? Why? I know in Asian countries, English's the secondary language they have to learn in school. But that doesn't really mean they are fluent in that language. Some may be, but not all of them. Because Cha-yeong and Choi are really not fluent in English.

And, I know there are some of the men from Exile Tribe who are really able to speak more than one language. Not sure who though. But! I'm sure Elly is one of them. He was able to speak English and Japanese.. Same with Sarah. Granted those actors are of mixed descent so there is a chance they learned more than one language from their families - same with some other mixed celebrities. I know there are times when some people may be able to understand a language without knowing how to speak it, but that's not too often that I know of. Like you said; I just watched End Of Sky. So I remember those scenes when that guy with the pompadour hair kept communicating with Yamato, mainly in English too. There was some times where even it seemed like Yamato understood some sentences. But for the most part, he didn't actually understand most of what was said to him. So why communicate with someone who doesn't know the language? I don't know. Personally I'd be too confused to have a conversation with someone who would not know the language. I know the Korean actor who was just completely, y'know, manipulating Kohaku was also multilingual (in reality, and the movie). And Pearl spoke a little English. So I can't remember who else is able to though. But! I know they never mention this. So this may be my headcanon.. But because Kizzy and Kaito lived in America, during the time Kizzy was getting her operations. I do believe they can speak English, at least conversational English so enough to communicate.

And you probably already know this by now because I've commented about it.. Vincenzo (and Joong-ki) is my type of man. Especially when he is a mafioso man... "I'm just a scumbag who gets rid of even worse scumbags." I'll so just look the other way if my man actually murdered people like them, people who deserve to die. And no questions asked.

Anyway.

You're probably annoyed by obsessive commentary about men now.

I do love the plot twists that happen. And, a lot of the time, those plot twists are twists that you'd least expect to happen in this entire show.

Definitely one of my favorite series.

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Oh! Speaking of alcohol.. Maybe not anymore. I know the drinks were a part of the Club Heaven scenes. And, I know, the White Rascals had been inspired by Clockwork Orange - I don't know if you ever saw the movie. Anyway. I do wish that there was a recipe for the milky drink in Club Heaven because I might want to try that drink. I don't know why.

i wish my dreams could be used for story plots, but all of them are so nonsensical that they’re basically useless. or i forget them before i can get my phone open to the notes app. cannot wake up quick enough, just keep trying to fall back asleep and in the process end up with an entirely different half-asleep dream.

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gimme one long season. 50 min - hour long episodes. tie up those loose ends, squeeze in some new fun characters history scenes. crush new kuryu/warriors into an unreturnable-from dust or gimme an enemies-to-allies plot where they face off against bulge. leave all the sword gangs with more concrete, hopeful endings instead of the ramshackle open ones they’ve currently got.

they’re besties! and doing their own lil things now that they’ve graduated! i like to think the got closer with the sannoh boys - mainly because murayama goes around into sannoh to bother befriend cobra. i think furuyu and seki would get along with yamato and noboru.

sakyo and ukyo mind their business. the babies are a lil bit of blabbermouths. kato would let a secret like hyuga falling off the hood of the car slip if hyuga was annoying him enough - that’s the big brother energy popping out.

if cobra found out, he’d probably confront them about it. cobra just ‘did you fall off your car/truck?’. murayama/hyuga: …. 😬

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the popups at least don’t cut in if you go fullscreen so that’s good. plus the myasiantv site has, like, ever possible asian show and movie available. nearly all with english subs unless they’ve just come out or only the raw footage was released. i’ve only found a couple things that don’t have subtitles.

i like when vincenzo speaks italian. it’s a neat language to listen to and his voice is nice. from googling, it seems like only about ~10% of korean citizens fluently speak english. so i can only imagine that when jang speaks english that whoever he’s speaking to might only understand about half of it.

i think elly can, and i think that i trad that pho’s actor used to be fluent in english but he’s been living in japan for so long that he’s slipped a little bit? i don’t know about the other guys. i think i also read that naoki (genji), naoto (jesse) and alan (bernie) can speak a little bit of english?

kizzy and kaito are probably decently fluent in english, maybe kizzy a little more than kaito just because she’s the more chatty one.

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i thought i saw somewhere that the club heaven drinks might’ve been lychee flavoured but i don’t remember where. might’ve just been in my head idk. they’re probably some kind of cocktail, maybe something coconut-y. there’s a lot more white cocktails than i thought, but one that looks similar might be the french 75? not a milky drink tho. in some pics it looks more white but in others it looks more yellowish/clearer? there’s also a couple japanese sake cocktails it could be. idk i’d have to look at the club heaven drinks a little closer.

[slytherin-girl-thoughts]

The Enemy of Human Relationships

With everything that has been happening, I find myself bit challenged in traversing each day. Nobody has a blinking sign above their faces saying ‘This person wants to be your friend’ — no, they never do. And the only way to know is to take the risk and plunge. I just wished I didn't plunged this deep.

In all my self-reliant diaries, I have always thought of what my mother told me the day I had to leave house for college. “Make everyone your friend. Be kind.”, she said. So each new face I get to be a roommate, I start good. I let their personalities and impressions bloom before me and then I show mine. This way, I will have lesser problems dealing with such people. Oh how I deluded myself thinking this is a golden rule of life and adulthood.

I let my guards down and told myself to trust people who I get to see everyday. It is inevitable. I laid my emotions, trusting them to not judge me based on what I felt — and frankly, my time with them was spent obsessing about my love life. See, I have a habit of storytelling to people. I find it hard to articulate my own feelings so I opt for the talkative route. My averagely wide knowledge in vocabulary fails me everytime I have to say my thoughts out loud. I often find myself confused as to how to speak the right words in order for the other person to understand my point of view.

Most people aim for the kill — listening intently and entertaining interesting stories so they would have rich material to talk with their diaper friends. It's no big deal and I don't mind that. Those diaper friends do not know me after all. A good decade of the typical rite of passage to adulthood, we foster bonds with people and learn valuable lessons from each we make. People can form their own opinions about me and I still get to breathe oxygen. I wouldn't die from their presumptuous thoughts. And frankly, sometimes I love the attention. It's nice to know you're some kind of good gossip material. In a twisted way, it makes me feel important like the uppermost members of the echelon. People either hate you or wish to be you.

My tendency to over-intellectualize my emotions and say them out loud has been my signature. I had known myself to feel validated when I speak my feelings, even at times when I am alone. It might sound absurd to talk alone but come on, we all do that sometimes.

Friendships are fucking difficult. The people who know me allow me to intectualize my feelings until things become clear to me. Sadly, everyone is not like that. It's the nature of humans to be different from one another and you cannot expect people to understand you. In all my defense, I know how to handle criticism if communicated properly — you know, like a normal person. My friends sometimes do not respond to my messages and I don't hold that against them. We all have our own races after all. Our communication has always been a two-way. At times, they would tell me that they've reached the limit for the day, and it would take them time before responding. We don't hold that against each other.

In my life, that doesn't work out all the time. More often than not, people would refuse to communicate their boundaries. Not everyone has learned the lesson yet. But as stupid as this might sound, it irates me to know when people suddenly stop talking to you then alienate you from everyone in the room. And the cause of this spark? They chose not to assert boundaries and held that against me.. and so resentment grew each day. Nothing in life is ever fair. But as human beings, it is our responsibility to know our limits and communicate them with the people around us—

Oh, no. That only applies if we want to keep the relationship, right? If we think that this human bond is something we want to have when we're older, we do the work. We communicate... which isn't the easiest of tasks, by the way. However, if we choose not to, I do think it would be wrong for us to put blame on the other person who hadn't been informed. It is not their burden to carry alone, as we are the only ones responsible of ourselves.

Jumping into conclusions without opening the matter for discussion... ah, that's one of the most problematic things we do. We fear confrontation, so we push it down until we are but a ticking time bomb ready to explode in the face of the enemy we labelled for our own benefit. Are they really the enemy... or is it actually our own selves that prevent us from having long lasting friendships? So tell me, how do you conclude that someone did not ever treat you like a friend? Does this presumptuous thought only occur when we are already ticking against time? Tick, tock, tick, tock. Then, boom. We finally managed to drove ammunitions down our enemies' throat. Maybe this way they would suffer, as well — in the same way we did when we jumped into conclusions.

It is such a pity that human relationships seem to be fleeting. We focus on things that we could actually control while refusing to take action. Our minds tell us, "Oh, but this is justice for us." And so I ask you once again...

Who is your real enemy?

[fortunatelygreatlady]

Beyond Childhood Lost (Reportage)

By: Patricia Alkuino and Joshua RJ Sta Ana

In the bustling and impoverished neighborhood of Tondo, a dark reality persists that often goes unnoticed by the outside world. The liberties and possibilities that come with being born into a particular socioeconomic class or country are sometimes taken for granted. However, millions of kids around the world are robbed of their childhoods before they even have the chance to dream, play, or learn. The horrific and varied types of enslavement that children experience range from domestic servitude and sexual exploitation to forced work in mines and factories, even garbage picking. This problem, which is worsened by structural poverty, economic exploitation, and insufficient legal protections for vulnerable communities, remains in spite of efforts to address it. Child slavery is an abhorrent practice that continues to persist, depriving millions of children of their basic human rights. We must then acknowledge and address this atrocious act, working towards eradicating child slavery and ensuring a brighter future for every child.

In the heart-wrenching tale of Miguel, an eight-year-old boy, we glimpse the dark underbelly of exploitation. Denied the joys of childhood, Miguel's days are spent toiling away in an optimistic dump site, his tiny hands perpetually becoming his strengths, blocking the sound of hunger in his stomach. Together with his brother Juan, a six-year-old boy, he sorts through the endless piles of waste, searching for anything of value that they can sell to the scrap dealers. The innocence and laughter that should have accompanied their formative years are replaced by a ceaseless cycle of labor and deprivation. Behind closed doors, these young souls endure physical and emotional hardship, their dreams and aspirations suffocated by the relentless demands of their abusive conditions. Their voices, silenced by fear and systemic injustice, go unheard; their futures are shattered as they remain invisible to a society that should protect and nurture its most vulnerable members.

As Miguel and Juan continue their work, their father, Ramon, watches them with a heavy heart. He knows that this is not the childhood his sons deserve. But the harsh reality of poverty has left him with few options. Ramon himself had been a child laborer, forced to work long hours in the construction industry. He had hoped that his children would have a better life, but the cycle of poverty seems never-ending. While Ramon observes his sons, he notices two other scavengers watching from a distance. These scavengers are older than the two boys and are also victims of child slavery. Just like Miguel and Juan, they are siblings and have been brought to Tondo from a nearby province by a human trafficker, promising their parents a better life for their children. However, upon arrival, they were forced into scavenging and are now living in a makeshift shelter with other children who have also been trafficked.

Ramon's heart sinks as he witnesses the desperation in the eyes of the two scavengers. He knows all too well the pain and hopelessness that come with being trapped in the cycle of poverty and exploitation. Determined to make a change, Ramon approaches Miguel and Juan and gathers them close.

"My sons," Ramon begins, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination, "I want you to see what lies ahead if we don't fight for a better future. Look at those two siblings over there. They, too, were promised a better life, but they're trapped in this life of scavenging. I don't want that for you. We need to break this cycle, not just for ourselves but for all the children suffering in this place."

Miguel and Juan gaze at their father, absorbing his words. They have seen the harsh reality of their surroundings, but their father's words ignite a spark of hope within them. They realize that they have the power to make a difference, not only for themselves but for others as well.

Ramon and his sons then begin to work with the local NGO to advocate for the rights of child laborers in their community. They organize rallies and protests, demanding that the government take action to end child slavery. Slowly but surely, their efforts begin to pay off. The government begins to allocate resources towards the issue, and new policies and regulations are put in place to protect vulnerable children. As the community begins to change, so do the lives of Miguel and Juan. With the help of the NGO, they are able to leave the dump site and enroll in school for the first time. Though they face many challenges along the way, they are determined to make the most of their newfound opportunity. With each passing day, they grow stronger and more confident, bringing their dreams and aspirations back to life.

The story of Miguel and Juan is not unique. Millions of children around the world are trapped in the cycle of poverty and exploitation. It is our responsibility as a society to address this issue and work towards a world where every child has the opportunity to reach their full potential. We must invest in education, healthcare, and social protection programs that will help break the cycle of poverty and provide a brighter future for all. We cannot ignore the realities of child slavery and exploitation. We must take action to bring an end to this abhorrent practice and ensure that every child has the freedom to dream, play, and learn. It is a powerful reminder of the resilience and determination of the human spirit and the impact that one person can have in creating change. Together, we can work towards a world where child slavery is a thing of the past and every child has the opportunity to live a life of dignity and freedom.