#the rest I choose not to think too hard about

[dadrielle]

There won't be another Aeor now, because Aeor was a very specific kind of tragedy, wherein the gods prioritized their own survival over the survival of huge swathes of mortals. They had choice after choice after choice where they could have diverted to a more merciful path. Even in the very last moments, they could have just destroyed the Factorum Malleus and spared the rest of the city, and found another way to deal with the knowledge that had been disseminated. But they chose their own immediate security over the lives of every regular person in Aeor, every refugee and civilian and child. The Primes may love mortals, may work to protect them, but when it comes down to it, they will choose themselves (and their Betrayer kin!) every time. It is love with a very big caveat.

Two thirds of the world's population died in the Calamity because the Betrayers were initially banished, not destroyed. The gods say they cannot let any of the Betrayers die because they might need them if a bigger threat arises, but what good does that potential possible protection do Exandria if their warring wipes the world out now? Why should anyone, god or mortal, expect that the Betrayers would help fend off such a threat anyway, when they very clearly want the Primes and all mortals dead? There was so much emphasis in Downfall on how, despite it all, the Primes and Betrayers are family and the Primes cannot let that go. It's hard to take Ayden at face value when he says that they need the Betrayers, in the light of that. SILAHA says "That's all our problem. It's all about ourselves. At least I have the, well, confidence to actually accept it." And that's the truth of their motivation that their actions indicate in Downfall.

The Arch Heart and the Matron explicitly told the Hells that the world was on the cusp of another Calamity. Except for those two, when confronted with the possibility of Predathos, the gods wanted to chose, once again, to sacrifice the lives of countless mortals in order to protect themselves. The Divine Gate is meant to stop another Calamity, but now we know that they are willing to tear it down to save themselves. So Calamity is the threat that hangs over the world much more immediately than potential cosmic horrors.

I don't think anyone is out here saying that this plan with the gods becoming mortal means that there will never be any danger to Exandria again. There ARE terrible threats that exist, like the Chained Oblivion and there are almost certainly more that exist out is the cosmos that are currently unknown. Predathos might eat those or it might not, we don't actually know. There absolutely will be more evil mortals, just as there will be mortal heroes to stop them, as they always have. This is not the creation of utopia. It's the aversion of another apocalypse.

But something that struck me, at least, about Aeor, something that I think often get lost underneath all the other debate, under the focus on hubris, is the stark fact that mortal understanding grew to the point where they could create a weapon that could kill a god. That's incredible. If the gods saw mortal understanding reach so far and instead of saying "you are children and cannot comprehend and so we will strike your knowledge from the world because it is too dangerous for you," said "you are our children and you are growing up, perhaps we should help you understand" what might mortal innovation have accomplished? What solutions would mortal creativity come up with that might have surprised their creators? If the gods chose to treat mortal attempts to understand with encouragement instead of condescension, what might the Cassida Previns of the world built?

You say that level of power has to exist to fight off the next eldritch horror that arrives. Why does that power have to be concentrated in a small handful of gods above any sort of accountability? Why can't it be power distributed amongst a larger number of mortals, defending themselves? Why can't it be mortals, no longer children to be shielded but instead come into their ascendancy to fully inherit the world and its responsibilities? Why can't mortals be equal to the gods, not in the sense sought by those power-hungry mages, but as a collective, with the gods reborn among them and treating them, as it were, as adults, who might come to understand?

In the final narration for Downfall, Brennan says:

"In short, brief life can even the infinite change, realize, recognize, commit to something new, singular. To move forward on the paths of destiny and fate, changed."

And I think this choice being given to the gods to become mortal again, beyond just giving them the ability to survive at the cost of their power, is also offering them the chance to learn and grow the way mortals do again. Being mortal in their quest to destroy Aeor, ending even as it did in something horrific, did actually change them enough that they created the Divine Gate. That was a sacrifice and it was better than what was before it. But it was not enough and now that the flaws in that approach have become clear, it's time to look for another path. Mortality offers that. And I think seeing how mortality could change them further will be a hell of a story, and I'm looking forward to it.

Anyway, I don't particularly think this is going to convince you or anything, you seem pretty mad, but it's fun to talk about this stuff, and you gave me an excuse, so thanks.

[ros-sauce]

Ough my god SPEAKING of Mizuki's hyper-cheerful exterior, I was thinking about something recently!! When you compare her to the other Genki Girls of Project Sekai, there's a certain vibe difference between her and say, Emu or Saki. The vibe difference is, of course, that Mizuki is making an active effort to be as palatable as possible. But I noticed something more specific about that, that is, to me, equal parts cute and OW OW OW OW OW OW:

Mizuki totally acts like a kids' show character. Specifically, a Precure leader. (Which makes sense, given that Precure's almost certainly what MiraMagi Definitely Isn't, in the same way that TrickTrick Definitely Isn't TikTok.) Every kids' show protagonist is going to be niceys, obviously, they need to be good influences. But! There are still differences in the brand of niceys that each little kid franchise character embodies. And Mizuki's mask matches the Precure flavor just about perfectly...

What's most significant to me is that she's like, pushy about doing favors for her friends. Refer to her bullying Niigo into Going Out And Doing Stuff Because It's Good For Them. "Helpful to a fault" is a trait that Toei loves to give lead cures. You will have your pink cure who runs around helping everyone with a smile 24/7 (I am looking directly at Heart and Lovely especially), and you will have one of the other characters off to the side sighing something like "There she goes again, wearing herself thin because she is Just Too Nice. She doesn't know when to quit!".

There's also a second brand of "'helpful' is her one negative trait" cure, and that's the one who continually kills The Grumpy One with kindness, while the grumpy one in question thinks "Wow what a weirdo. Why are you so nice." (This time I'm looking directly at Peach, Heart and Lovely again, Miracle, and Star)

In general, she really often chooses to show her emotions in a very simple way, and it totally reminds me of how characters in anime for younger audiences tend to talk. When she's displaying 'really happy', she often takes a tone more akin to "announcing to the viewer" than "normal happy person". There's like, a lot of energy, and a sort of singsong tone, it makes me think of the recaps that tend to happen at the start and ends of Precure (and baby anime in general) episodes. The like, "Hi, I'm Firstname Lastname! I'm in 8th grade and this is my favorite thing! One day, a mysterious power turned me into a Precure, and now I fight bad guys!" thing. When she's displaying 'sad', she becomes a comical degree of mopey, and then bounces right back after a few seconds (refer to the "WAHHHHH MEIKO HATES MEEEEEE :(((((" card lol.) She also loves herself a good Noise No One Makes In Real Life... the breathy "a-haha..." sort of laugh when she's embarrassed, "Kyaa~!" when something cute catches her eye, drawn-out "Eeeehhhhhh?!" when she's shocked.

There's also a little bit of like, "irresponsible, but so cute about it that you can't get mad at her". Like in the Ena5 aftershow, where Ena's like "I'm glad you're here to make MVs again but don't demand a million drawings from me ok?", to which Mizuki is like "It's fiiine you can just pull an all-nighter for me :) can't you :)?". It reminds me of how half the lead cures are either Bad At Their Homework or Forget About It, and then wetly and pathetically and cutely beg the rest of the main cast to help them.

I dunno I just think it's. Extremely Mizuki to select the type of character whose worst flaw is "annoyingly nice and happy" as the basis for how she presents herself. If the person you pretend to be around others is totally perfect, it's weird and offputting (hi Mafuyu), so she has to display some kind of flaw. But being imperfect also opens her up to harassment, so of course she goes for the most hard-to-hate imperfection she can think of as her One Failing. And I also think it's Extremely Mizuki to have so much love in her heart for characters primarily designed to spread messages like "always be kind", "do the right thing" etc etc.

Mizuki is a little dweeb who likes cute low-stakes anime about peace and love on planet earth. And also she is not doing well mentally and all she wants is the peace and love on planet earth that her animes show. God. I love her

[s0ftgirlsapphic]

you think i’m pretty, baby? how pretty? tell me, i want to know. is it my eyes, or my hair? what about my lips, or the way i look in a short, little nightdress? i see you staring, and i can’t help but wonder…what is going through that brain of yours? is it hard to keep your hands to yourself when we’re out? resting them on the small of my back as we’re walking, or rubbing my thigh at dinner. that casual possessiveness always showing. but you really wish you could be doing so much more, don’t you? do you think through what you’re going to do to me when we get home? plan everything out in your head, obsess over watching me squirm, because you need me so badly. do you enjoy the thought of slowly denying me all day, building up my frustration, until i snap?

or do you choose the other option. do you just take what you want, when you want? anytime, anywhere. do you have such little restraint that you need to pull me into the bathroom, or the changing room, or maybe just right there on the train in front of everyone? i wonder how much self control you have when it comes to keeping your hands to yourself when others are around. do you think they’d notice if you sat me on your lap, arms wrapped around my waist, and slowly started to grind yourself into my ass? your hand kneading my soft thigh, slipping higher up every time i try to stifle my gasps. do you want us to get caught? does it make you wet to think about someone discovering us, me bent over, fucked out and full of you? i was probably too loud, my moans reverberating off the walls. once you’re in my cunt, so tight and deep, i don’t give a fuck about anything apart from taking more of it. more of you. as much as you can give me. and i just know you love it too, claiming me as yours, so everyone knows who i belong to.

so, i’ll ask again. how pretty do you think i am?

[fleet-off]

The Magazine Quiz Conundrum (part 4)

The final entry, from a conversation with @lu-sn lu and @supernovasimplicity boots. part 1 | part 2 | part 3

While the compatibility quiz is bullshit, the answer patterns might be pointing at a bigger problem. Macau, being the world’s greatest philanthropist (read: just as nosy as all the Theerapanyakul boys), decides to play quiz arbiter for the next go-around

He quickly regrets this choice

“Right,” Macau says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you like it sweet or spicy?”

“Spicy,” Pete says at once

“He means during sex.”

“Oh.” Pete pauses. “Skip.”

“You can’t skip questions, you’ll invalidate the results,” says Vegas, perhaps a little tetchily

I thought these quizzes were supposed to be bullshit? Pete carefully doesn’t say aloud. “Spicy-sweet?” he tries, cringing preemptively

Macau groans. “That’s not even—fuck it, I’m putting spicy. Moving on—”

“You didn’t let him answer, what if this is what fucking fails us—”

A spirited round of bickering ensues. Pete is forced to surreptitiously sidebar to let Vegas know that if they can’t pick both, Macau didn’t pick wrong

(Vegas, who just stealthily picked sweet: 😐)

“What do you think sweet means?” Pete whisper-hisses

“It’s—” Vegas glances sidelong at his brother, who is busily pretending not to listen at the other end of the counter. “All the things you like after.”

“Isn’t that spicy too?”

“It’s aftercare, aftercare can’t be spicy—”

“That’s like saying the rest of it can’t be sweet—”

“You think it’s fucking sweet when I—”

“I can go,” Macau offers

“No you can’t, we haven’t finished the fucking quiz—”

Pete’s brain finally loses its grip on his exasperated mouth. “Didn’t you say these quizzes were bullshit anyway?!”

“And what the fuck does it say about us if even the bullshit fucking quiz knows we’re not supposed to be together?” Vegas bursts out

The silence that follows is deafening

Macau knows when to make a graceful exit and does so

Pete stares at Vegas, mouth forming shapes that cannot escape his throat as words, for a while

Vegas, who is beginning to feel stupid, sneers. “Well?”

“…You think a bullshit quiz your cousin picked gets any say in this? You think what he sees in you fits me better than what you are?”

Vegas knows full well that Pete’s right. It doesn’t improve his mood any. “We can’t agree on the simplest questions without lying,” he says. “What do you think that means?”

“We didn’t agree on the simplest questions because we were lying. And anyway—” Pete’s ears grow hot. “You like it…sweet…afterwards, too. Right?”

Vegas can’t deny this, not least because Pete saying it does actually works wonders on his mood

“Why’d you say spicy, then,” he says anyway, not unlike a jilted spouse or an especially wet cat

“Because that part’s good too.” Pete releases a long, hard breath—but once he accepts that he must say it, he says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Vegas. All of it is good. Anything you do is good.”

It’s Vegas’s face that pinkens then, at the same time as his stomach lurches. “Not all of it.”

“It’s you. Isn’t that good enough?”

(They’re lucky Macau left the room, or he’d be gagging right about now)

Vegas frowns. “So what, you’ll just…choose whatever I choose, forever? Mold your preferences to mine?”

The way Vegas phrases this, it sounds like that would be a problem for him?

So Pete shuts down his instinctive yes and says, “We’ve molded each other, haven’t we? You own me. I go where you go.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Isn’t it?”

Vegas is his keeper. Vegas is the one who stripped him of his outsides and shaped his insides from their misshapenness. This is what Pete is—what they both are. If it does not fit glossy pages or clean answers…is it so wrong, to let it be?

The quiz sits abandoned on the kitchen counter, asking nobody in particular if they like their men strong or gentle

(They fuck at the counter. It is sweet and spicy and probably savory too, knowing them)

(Afterwards, they learn that magazine paper makes for a terrible come rag)

[everestgale]

For the character ask game how about Hero

...This was my immediate reaction when I received your ask. You might be able to see why in just a moment-

[Send Me a Character and I'll List Ask Game]

favorite thing about them

Where do I even begin with this bird? He is our voice of reason amidst the chaos and horror, our right-hand man in all the trials and tribulations, our conscience in all the decisions. Our loyal best friend who is there with us since the beginning-

There is something very beautiful about how encouraging, enthusiastic, and generally lovely Hero is, how he wants to do "the right thing", whatever "the right thing" is… but he doesn’t know what or how he should do it. He voices his opinion throughout the game, often disagrees with you and other voices, but he never insists on it, and in so many instances (like the Nightmare route, when he asks Paranoid to tell them who to trust), he reads to me as self-doubting, as someone who doesn't believe in himself and his own decisions and instead chooses to put his trust into the Long Quiet, into you. It feels very human… Though perhaps I'm projecting because I'm a very self-doubting, indecisive person myself.

…which makes it all the more triumphant and sweeter when in the final fight with the Shifting Mound, if you insist on trying to fight her on your own, Hero, for the first and only time in the game, defies you:

''I can do this out here on my own.'' "You can't, and lucky for you, I'm not going to let you try."

For the first time, Hero knows what the right thing is, he knows what he needs to do to help you against the Shifting Mound. And so even if you as the Long Quiet don't realize it yet… he does.

I love the fact that we actually get to see him grow. He chooses to go directly against your decision... precisely because he is your right-hand man, your best friend, he wants you to succeed, and he wants to help. And for the first time, he confidently goes with his decision because he knows what to do... and even that one decision is made to help you.

Can you tell I'm very normal about Hero? I love Hero. Hero my beloved-

[Rest of the post is under the cut, it's getting too long]

least favorite thing about them

…I am trying very hard to think of something that I dislike about him. I can't think of a single thing.

favorite line

…I also could not just choose one line. Sorry not sorry:

"Whatever you're trying to do right now, you don't have to do it alone."

"Okay. If this is your choice, then I have your back. I guess I'll see you on the other side."

"Oh, is it now? I hadn't noticed! Do you need a primer, Mr. Amnesiac?"

"I would like to look at a bird. … But if we look at a bird now we wouldn't have to be here."

"Enough with the 'you's! Whether you like it or not, you're a part of us. Hell, whether I like it or not, you're a part of us. That was your moment, too, and we can have another if we all work together. She's not your perfect goddess. Just look at what she's doing to you, her most loyal servant!"

"Is it gonna be enough, though? Couldn't you have given us something else? Something, I don't know, better than a knife? Can we have a bomb?"

brOTP

I don't know if I have a specific brOTP for Hero, I kind of think that he generally gets along with (most) other voices. In fact, here's what I wrote on him like two months ago:

"The most normal among the voices, quite literally the voice of reason in all the chaos that the other ten cause. He is fairly respected by all of them, though that does not make him immune from their shenanigans. When he’s not busy getting out of Contrarian’s pranks or trying to break up yet another fight between Stubborn and Cheated, he tries to be helpful around the Construct and often offers support to the other voices. Generally, Hero is kind to and understanding of the other voices (even the more annoying ones), though he can also be snarky and rough if other voices really get on his nerves."

…so I guess the answer is all of them?

OTP

...it's ParaHero. Yep, no need to elaborate more /j

Serious answer: I've loved their dynamic from the very beginning - one of my first ever fanart pieces was a storyboard where Paranoid teaches the survival mantra to Hero. It was, and still is, one of my favorite moments in the entire game... I just never realized that people shipped voices together and that it was allowed. Well, thanks to @/neverpathia and his random fic from like 3 months ago, I realized that their dynamic works very well as a platonic-romantic relationship... and so here I am, a QPR-ParaHero shipper after all of that-

To not drag this point for too long, I just really like how the relationship between Hero and Paranoid plays out whenever these two are together. There's a certain degree of... comfort, I suppose, between them, like they've known each other for years and years before. It's weird to put it like that since they're all disembodied voices that are part of the same God, but the way their interactions are written just feels personal. Oh, I wish I had words to actually describe my thought process, but I don't 😭

...Though their lighthearted banter and bickering throughout multiple routes definitely help me like the ship even more. I'm a big sicker for friendly banter.

I'll leave this answer with the dialogue between them that I rotate in my brain too much:

"Oh, you snake. There wasn't even a door when we first got here. The door was from last time! I told you we shouldn't trust him!" "I know he's messing with us, but you can't lose your cool. We need you right now, remember?" "Yes. I remember. Of course I remember. Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves. This is so frustrating! Heart..." "Thank you."

nOTP

Despite my love for ParaHero, I'm very open to other Hero ships too, so I don't think I really have a nOTP! The closest would probably ContraHero… but that's entirely Contrarian's fault, my guy just refuses to be in a relationship (the closest he's got is ContraStranger, but even that's less of a committed relationship and more reconciliation). I really like how other people write and draw ContraHero!! It's just that, once again, my interpretations make the ship impossible with my lads 😔

random headcanon

This is entirely 100% unrooted in anything canon... but I like the idea of writer Hero. I don't know where I first got that idea, but I really like it, almost as a weird parallel to the Narrator. Again though, completely not rooted in anything from the actual game, pure ✨vibes ✨, and vibes alone.

unpopular opinion

I honestly struggled to even really think of an unpopular opinion about Hero, beyond "he's the most boring one" (which, as you can tell by how much I wrote about him, is not an opinion I hold). Sooooo, yeah, no unpopular opinions on him lol

song i associate with them

(insert obligatory "I Need a Hero" joke here)

I've actually got two (not surprising at this point). The first is "Last Words" by CircusP, which is here based solely on vibes.

"What beauty may lie beyond these walls?"

The second is "Two Roads" by Janani K. Jha! This one is kind of hard to explain... but it just makes sense in my brain:

"'Cause I've built my life around the thought of landmines in the ground, Terrified to take a step, even more to make a sound But now I am there, So send me a prayer"

"For everything I said I never wanted When I tried to make myself believe That I could pirate paradise from paintings, I look ahead now, all that I can see: Two roads"

favorite picture of them

So, for context, if you didn't know, @/lavb-b made a drawing for me of my human Hero design. I love it dearly, and it's literally my profile picture on Discord (as you can see in these screenshots). So yeah, there isn't any better picture to put as my favorite for Hero. You can find Lav's post that has it here :]

Please do check it out, it's very pretty...

…Okay, that was a lot of rambling, I'm NOT going to write as much on the next a- sees it's Paranoid …oh no.

[zeninsama]

OKAY... i warned you. left it open so tell me who u thought of.

thinking about bllk guys being on the receiving end of noncon. you meet him at a club. he's surprisingly approachable and incredibly charming. smells really fucking nice too. it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. when else will you have an internationally praised pro-athlete sitting across from you, giving you his undivided attention? this is someone lightyears out of your league. you'd be stupid to let it slip.

you tell yourself anyone else in your position would do the same.

a third of the way into his lowball and he hasn't noticed you slipped something into his drink. it was incredibly easy. it's nothing crazy, just a depressant to keep his mind and body pliant, and a little something else to keep the parts of him you want ready to use. it isn't until he stands up that it hits. if you had to guess, the room is spinning. his eyes widen, disoriented, and his hand grips the bar for support.

woah, he groans. one drink doesn't usually hit him this hard, but he plays it off with a lighthearted smile. is my tolerance really getting that bad?

you tuck yourself under his arm like a crutch, lingering your hand on the small of his back and he doesn't resist. why would he? you've been nothing but sweet all night.

i think i need to-

sit down? it's okay, i'll find us a spot.

you lead him to the sectioned-off area, choosing the sofa just slightly more secluded than the rest. his mind is slipping quickly. what happens next is fragments. you’re pressing another drink into his hand. he’s swallowing it down. how is it already halfway gone? suddenly you’re getting closer, crawling on all fours on the velvet sofa, lips merely inches from his face. your features are fuzzy, but you smell irresistibly sweet, and the way the light catches on your glossy lips makes him groan, tempts him to close the space and kiss you, but you beat him to it.

he doesn't know he's hard until he's throbbing. he doesn't know you've pulled his cock out until he sees it in your hand, tip flushed red and leaking all over. it’s overwhelming, like he's not present in his own body, but instead sitting back and watching it all happen in stop-motion. he lays there and lets it happen, lets this pretty girl lick into his mouth, jerk him off, until the sensation changes.

you're climbing on top of him, knees settled on either side of his thick thighs. your dress rides up over your hips and he can't even process what color it is, or what your panties look like, or if you're even wearing any at all. the fat head of his cock nudges your folds and the thought of needing a condom slips his mind as fast as it enters. you sink your full weight onto him, letting his dick split you open and your soft moans echo around his foggy head, followed by a breathy whine of his name. you're so fucking big, you feel so fucking good.

his hands lazily paw at your hips, unsure of what he’s even wanting to do. make you stop? make you go faster? you lift yourself up and let gravity pull you back down, fucking yourself hard on his dick. he catches the glimmer of your wetness coating his cock, the focused pinch in your brow. all he can do is give in to his base urges, allow himself to be used because it feels so damn good. the euphoria is dizzying.

his orgasm creeps up fast. pull out, he’s screaming in his head. you just met, he doesn't know if you're protected, and he’s too fresh into his career to take risks now, but the words die the moment he opens his mouth.

all he can do is let it happen.

we’re gonna talk abt something profoundly fucked up later

[simaraknows]

one of the many things that keep me awake at night re: ofmd S2 is that us Izzy people have long argued that his hostility towards Lucius in s1 could be very much read as "your softness has no place in a world like this, you're going to get in serious trouble if you don't change, on any other ship you'd be fucked, I've learned this the hard way why are you being so stupid" and back in S1 none of us expected that to actually become a plot point and then S2 came around and slapped us over the head with "the second Lucius leaves the Revenge he goes through absolute trauma city and when he rejoins the crew, he is bitter and angry and hardened just like Izzy was in S1" and... like... I just want to lock them in a room and make them talk through their trauma ok

[autumndragon]

I think the real question that nobody is asking is what happened to Snotlout’s yak? The initial singetail episode, he went to the effort to keep that thing safe multiple times. He even had hookfang fly back to the burning island to grab him. So now I wonder, where is Yakkity Yak?

YOU'RE SO RIGHT THO

part of me wants to say he probably took it to the Edge, or maybe Spitelout brought it with him back to Berk! he was an important part of the journey, after all. in any case, Yakkity Yak either does wonderfully in the new Jorgensen Yakmaster trap, or he's grazing peacefully in the open fields like he's always wanted<3

the other part of me is really worried the same happened to him as what happened to the twin's pet yak, Sam. in the episode "Bing! Bam! Boom!", Ruff and Tuff said their parents took the yak to the farm, "to live", and if it hadn't been for the "delicious steak dinner" and the "new fur jackets" they got that night, they might have been more heartbroken about it...

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[gingermintpepper]

Little idle thought I've been having recently but I think Cyparissus' story is very important for characterising Apollo and Apollo's love. It's so easy to think of love and loss as two ends of a spectrum, likewise, so often, death is seen as an ultimate and tragic end in love stories - something final and inescapably tragic, the only force that halts love by separating the lovers.

Cyparissus' story is... not that. Yes, the deer dies and one can conclude then that death is once more at the heart of separating two lovers, but I think Cyparissus specifically requesting to die, specifically begging Apollo to let him grieve forever even after Apollo has done his best to help Cyparissus move on from the accident and Apollo letting him is a powerful thing.

Because Apollo not only puts Cyparissus' wishes over his own, he's also able to see past his own building grief to immortalise Cyparissus in such a way that both grants him his wish and allows other people to glorify Cyparissus as well! And I think such a beautiful thing is something criminally overlooked!

It's become something of a joke that 'all Apollo's lovers turn into plants' but from a functional perspective, flowers are the most brilliant way to keep the spirit of a beloved thing alive. Flowers are like stars - as long as there are humans, humans will always contemplate the nature of flowers and as the god of poetry and song, Apollo creating opportunities for his beloved mortals to be remembered eternally even if they never seized glory in the traditional way is such an intimate and beautiful thing. Even then, Cyparissus is elevated to a similar status as Daphne with Apollo's actions - not merely a plant or flower but one that specifically symbolises him, one that is extremely fragrant and beloved by him. Just as Daphne's laurels were synonymous with glory and victory, Cyparissus' cypress became a emblematic of grief and remembrance. Even today, thousands of years later, people still view cypress trees as mourning trees and plant them in cemeteries and use the ash in incense burnt in remembrance of others. How's that for Apollo keeping his word.

[red-dyed-sarumane]

in general im okay with a lot of things regarding my ocs as long as u remain aware they are My characters & i have the end say on what's canon with them. but yeah if u wanna draw them or write something about them or have them hang out with ur ocs or whatever im not stopping u

[i-bring-crack]

A HSR AU idea

Caelus and Stelle are a demon and human pair of siblings, both are very unique in their own way. Stelle is a demon that doesn't need to eat humans to survive and Caelus is a human that eats demons to gain their powers. The two have decided to join the Trailblazers, a group of stand alone demon investigators and sometimes hunters when things get serious.

March 7th: Another member of the Trailblazers that is looking for a demon who has all her memories, or so she thinks.

Dan Heng: A demon hiding as a human and choosing to make his living as one, but so far he still needs to drink blood every now and then. He doesn't remember much from his past life but he gets glimpses every now and then.

Himeko: A human investigator who looks around for more demons regarding their origin. She didn't have teaching in mind when she came to this field of study but so far her four students have learned many things from her.

Welt Yang: One of the so-called ‘Reformist demons’ who, unlike normal demons, completely rejects eating any kind of human tissue and blood. So far he has survived by eating animal flesh that has a lot of proteins related to that of human flesh.

Pom-Pom: Vengeful spirits come in many forms, and one of them is Pom-Pom. Although the only thing Pom-Pom seems vengeful about is cleaning everyone's mess after a fight.

[bredforloyalty]

and like i'm sorry that a goofy thing can be built on a portrayal of abuse i find profound and that feels real and sticks with me like nothing else in a long while and make me tear up in the car when i think about it for more than a minute. i hope you forgive me for the extent of the damage the brain worms have done and will continue to do ^^

[wolfdeans]

I was tagged by @speaknowbuckley and @tidesreach thank you for tagging me <3

Rules: Make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite!

No pressure tags 🖤: @screamo-yaoi @stilinskiderek @firefighterevandiaz @firehobuck @dear-massacre

[octobergraves]

wip part 2 !

[gyaruhana]

pls write for thanos with hatefucking… like that man has that potential after seeing how he talks to the other contestants

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking

Synopsis: You and Thanos hate each other and, no matter how many death threats he sends your way, you never listen. So he decides that, if threats don't work, maybe you need to be fucked instead.

A/N: wrote this in like two hours max so it may not be the best but I tried anyway !! I love Thanos so much and hatefuck with him has me thirstyy

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, blowjob, degradation, thanos is a little meanie and you're sassy

If there was one thing that could be said for sure about Thanos, it's that he was a total fucking dickhead. 

From the very first game you played in this hellhole, he had been nothing but a problem. He skipped around like he owned the place and had no problem with sacrificing a few people. Not to mention, he was loud. So annoyingly loud. 

Unfortunately for you, he seemed to really hate you too. Maybe it was the fact you kept glaring at him like he did something or the way you'd make some sort of sarcastic comment every time he spoke. Whatever the reason, the feeling was mutual. He hated you. You hated him. That was the end of it.

Well, it should've been. 

As if some divine being took joy in your pain, Thanos walked up to you while you were alone with an angry look - clearly having something to say to you. You could guess he was going to try to threaten you into choosing to continue the games next vote since you had chosen not to.

“Yo. It'd be in your best interest to choose the blue button. It's really pissing me off when you keep pressing that red x button every time,” he spoke as he looked down at you from where you sat.

“Or what?” You say as you stand up and look at him with disdain. You weren't about to let this idiot try to scare you into doing what he wants. You weren't his slave. “Or I'll fucking kill you,” he says as he steps closer with a look that seemed like he meant it. Honestly, you didn't doubt that he was telling the truth. He's been killing people since the first game and it certainly won't be any different for you.

“Ooh, scary,” you say sarcastically before pushing past him. You didn't get far before he grabbed your wrist and turned you around, pulling you close to him. “You don't think I'll do it? Cause you'd be wrong,” he says as he looks at you dead in the eyes. You harshly pulled your wrist away from his grip and gave him a scoff.

“You're too much of a pussy to do shit. The only thing that gives you confidence are those dumb little pills you take,” you say as you look at him, challenging him to say something else.

It was quiet as you two just stared at each other, both silently praying for the other's death. He lets out an annoyed huff before finally breaking eye contact to look to the side. Without another word, he pushes past you and walks back to the other side of the room where the rest of the people who wanted to continue playing the game were. If that idiot really thought he could sway you, he'd soon learn you aren't swayed by death threats from high dumbasses.

When it came time to vote, you could feel Thanos staring you down. You turned your head to look back at him with an eyebrow raised and he turned his head away. You could see the annoyance all over his face. 

One by one, each player went up and placed their vote. The numbers were quite even and it was hard to tell who'd end up victorious in this vote. When it was Thanos's turn to vote, he made a point of stopping right behind you before he walked down.

“Remember what I said earlier. I'll kill you,” he whispers before walking past and skipping down towards the buttons. He kissed the blue button before walking over to the corresponding side but he was looking straight at you.

You ignored his hard glare and walked down to the buttons. You raised your hand and, no surprise, pressed the red button. You turned to him and flipped him off with a small smirk before walking off to the other side. 

For a moment, you actually thought you'd get away with that because it seemed that more people wanted to leave now. However, that was not the case as the result ended up being a tie.

Great. You were stuck here for longer. You definitely wouldn't be able to avoid Thanos if you were stuck here till tomorrow. He didn't seem to walk up to you immediately. It was like he was waiting for the right time to strike. All he did was stare at you from across the room as if he was formulating the most brutal way to tear you limb by limb. And, wow, he stared at you for a very long time. 

It wasn't until there were 5 minutes before lights out did he come to you. You were all by yourself in a corner and no one seemed to be paying much attention. They were all so busy in their own whispered conversations.

“Hey, it seems you didn't understand me the first time,” he says as he grabs you by your shirt and pushes you against the wall behind you. “I said I'd kill you if you pressed the red button,” he continues as he looks at you with annoyance.

“Go ahead then. Kill me,” you say as you look at him with a small smirk. He might have already killed a few people but you didn't believe he'd have the guts to kill people outside of the games.

He was quiet. All he did was stare. It was as if he was calculating some thoughts. He looked toward the timer on the wall before looking back at you.

“You're fucking unbearable,” he speaks before he's suddenly slamming his lips against yours. You didn't expect this move. You expected him to stab you or choke you - not kiss you.

You push him away with a glare. You couldn't be kissing this idiot. You hated him and he was fucking stupid. But even with that hate, there was something about the way he kissed you that had you thinking twice.

Fuck, you were doing this. 

You pulled him in by his collar and pressed your lips against his. There was nothing romantic about this kiss. It was pure hate. Just angry, rough kissing as if it would solve anything. His hands were all over your body before they finally decided to settle on your hips with a tight grip. He pulled away before starting to leave kisses along your neck. He wasn't gentle at all. He was biting you as if he wanted to draw blood.

“You're such a fucking bitch. Always acting so smug. I'm gonna shut you the fuck up,” he says as his hand goes to your hair before yanking it back roughly to give him better access to your neck. 

“You're the fucking bitch. Always walking around like you own the place,” you say back and in response he bites your neck hard making you wince slightly at the pain. “watch your fucking mouth,” he spoke as he pulled away and wrapped a hand around your throat. As if on cue, the lights suddenly turned off leaving you two in the dark.

He let out a small laugh as it went dark before he removed the hand on your hip and instead started pulling your pants down. 

“I'm gonna fuck you till you learn you're not in control, I am,” he says before pulling his own pants down. He wasn't going to play nice or take it easy. Not when you hadn't played nice with him. 

“You think you can fuck me into submission? You're way too fucking cocky,” you say with a quiet laugh, finding it amusing how he thought you'd fold once he started fucking you. “We’ll see,” he says, his grip around your throat tightening to shut you up. He pulled his boxers down slightly, enough to let his dick out, before he pushed your panties to the side.

“I'm gonna show you not to fuck with me again,” he whispers into your ear as he lines himself up with your entrance. Without another word, he starts slowly thrusting himself in till he's all the way inside you.

“You're such a fucking whore,” he says as he starts to pull out before thrusting in again with one stroke. He kept a pace of being fast and hard as if trying to make you feel his hate on a spiritual level. 

Well, God you could definitely feel it. He kept leaving aggressive bites all over your neck as he thrust into you. His hand around your neck kept its firm grip, enjoying the way you struggled to breathe. 

He wasn't fucking you for pleasure, he was fucking you to make you learn a lesson. He wanted to make you cum. He wanted to choke you till your vision got blurry. He wanted it to be clear he hated you with every fiber of his being. 

His free hand went down to your clit and he pinched it before rubbing it with a circular motion. He wasn't gentle so it brought a mix of both pain and pleasure. A feeling that brought you closer to the edge of a sweet, sweet release. He could feel you tighten around his cock and it made him let out a groan which turned into a small mocking laugh.

“Fuck, are you- going to cum? Already?” He says mockingly with a smirk. He took pleasure in knowing he could control you like this. Control someone who seemed to hate him. “C'mon, cum on my cock then, whore,” he said before pressing his lips to yours roughly. He forced his tongue into your mouth and he was clearly eager to get you to cum. 

With a slight angle of his hips, he thrusted into just the right spot that had you tipping far over the edge. He let out a groan at the feeling of you coming undone on his cock before he quickly pulled out. 

He released your throat and grabbed your hair instead before forcing you onto your knees. You looked up at him with a glare and he returned it with the corner of his mouth just barely quirked up. “suck my cock so I can come,” he said as he brought his cock closer to your mouth. He really didn't hesitate when you opened your mouth and immediately forced himself in with a groan at the feeling. 

“God.. do you taste yourself on my dick?” He says as he looks down at you. He thrusts into your mouth making you gag and he just laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. “You're such a fucking bitch when you talk shit. I like you better like this,” he speaks as he mercilessly thrusts into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again.

“I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you're gonna swallow, yeah?” He says before throwing his head back with a groan. It didn't take long before you felt his cum run down your throat. He thrusted a little more as he came down from his high before finally pulling out of your mouth. There was drool running down your chin as he pulled his boxers and pants up before kneeling in front of you.

“Swallow my cum,” he orders as he tilts his head at you and waits. You look up at him before turning your head and spitting onto the floor instead. 

“I think I'll pass,” you say as you look up at him once again with a glare. Tension rose between you two again but this time, it was different. Sure, it was hate, but there was undeniably a different punishment waiting instead of an argument.

“Then I guess you haven't learnt your lesson,”