#the struggles of blending into human society

[three-eyed-elk]

i was driving home today and saw a kings parrot laying on the road.

i had to stop to make sure it was dead and not just injured,

it was, in fact, dead. but the body was so perfect…and ohh..if it weren’t so hot..and if i were closer to home and not outside the house being watched by the homeowner of the house i’m trying to buy…i would’ve taken him.

sweet thing was in absolutely pristine condition! i haven’t stopped thinking about this the whole afternoon…UGHGH.

i moved the corpse off the road if anyone was wondering,,

[musashi]

i want more nuance to be entered into the discussion of the green girl sorority and how differently cynthia plays elphaba in comparison to those who came before her because while a lot of people are rightfully like "why was elphaba not black from the beginning" and celebrating that she is now being played by a black woman, i think we need to be careful in just writing off all the elphabas of the past as Random White Girls when the role was championed (and often followed/succeeded) by a jewish woman

the pop culture archetype of the Wicked Witch has deep roots in antisemitism stretching faaaar far back. there is a level of reclamation happening in casting idina menzel, a jewish woman, to play the Misunderstood and Maligned young girl who is branded as exactly that. and stage!Elphaba is also written and acted with jewish stereotypes in mind--she is loud, aggressive, no-nonsense, blunt. she is quick to advocate for herself and shut down the discrimination she faces. all of this is very intentional! her personality is abrasive from years of abuse, and that makes propagandizing her easy. this is literally the thesis statement of the musical--it's not about aptitude, it's the way you're viewed.

cynthia's performance of elphaba is fucking INSPIRED despite going in a completely different direction. she's much more reserved, analytical, one of her key character traits is how well she can read people (see her calling out Galinda as insecure/putting on airs in their first scene together, clocking that Fiyero is using his party guy persona as a shield for his own depression) elphaba's attempts to blend in and make herself smaller all fail simply because of her existence, if not that then because she feels empathy so strongly she often struggles to hold back from acting, protecting.

personality wise, though, cynthia's elphaba is very quiet and closed-off, not at all the bullet-to-the-face that she is in the stage show, and... she still gets propagandized and maligned. though this seems to contradict the other interpretation, it tells of the other end of the spectrum of propaganda, one that black women watching (and many, MANY other marginalized folks) are sure to identify with--it does not matter how "nice," how reserved, how small a black woman makes herself. a racist society will still scrutinize her every action for a way to parse ill intent from it, brand her as an angry black woman who is dangerous and wicked, and write off any humanity she has in the process.

these two very different interpretations tell of the lie of assimilation. the fact of the matter is, when you are marginalized, there is no way to sand down your edges enough to make the people oppressing you "accept" you. that is why wicked is a tragedy at its core. whether loud and aggressive or quiet and unimposing, there is nothing elphaba could have done to make the people of Oz see her as anything other than a scapegoat to blame all their problems on.

so while i definitely appreciate that people are excited for black girl era elphaba, i would encourage us all to still show appreciation for what came before--that was not white girl era elphaba. that was jewish girl era elphaba. two houses, both alike in dignity, two stories both worth being told.

[librababe99]

The Mutant's Serenade

cw: Young! Charles Xavier, Fem!Reader, reader has mutant abilities, themes of vulnerability, emotional struggles, kissing  word count: 3.1K  summary: Two unique souls discovering they might just be each other’s missing piece.....

A/N: We're back with another Young Charles fic! While the previous story was a standalone I kept the reader's mutant abilities the same...sooo this could be a continuation of that 'little universe.' Please feel free to comment, like and reblog! Happy Reading <3

(Healing Touch) | (Marvel Masterlist)

The warm glow of dim lights reflected off the polished bar countertop, casting long shadows in the darkened corners of the room. The air was thick with the sounds of soul music and the low hum of casual conversation. The venue was a cozy, almost clandestine spot hidden away in a forgotten part of New York City, where mutants and humans alike gathered to blend into the night, away from the world’s judging eyes. You had heard whispers of this place from other mutants, and tonight, you had finally decided to step inside and see if the rumors held any truth.

You leaned against the bar, fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of your glass as your gaze wandered around the room. The amber liquid inside your tumbler sloshed slightly as you shifted, your nerves taut. There was always an undercurrent of tension wherever mutants gathered—fear of being discovered, of being misunderstood. But this place…this place felt different. There was a sense of camaraderie here, a place where one could just be without the weight of society’s expectations.

You took a sip of your drink, the burn of whiskey spreading warmth through your chest. Your power had always been a secret you guarded fiercely, not out of shame but out of necessity. In a world that feared difference, being able to manipulate the emotions of those around you could be both a blessing and a curse. You’d seen how people reacted when they found out, how quickly trust could turn into suspicion. Tonight, though, you weren’t here to influence anyone. You were here to forget for a little while, to lose yourself in the rhythm of the night.

The door to the bar swung open with a soft creak, and despite yourself, your eyes were drawn to the newcomer. A man stepped in, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room with a quiet intensity. He wasn’t like the others. There was something about him—something commanding yet gentle, like he could see right through the crowd and into your soul. He was dressed sharply but not ostentatiously, his blazer fitted to perfection, his shirt open just enough to give him a relaxed, approachable air.

You quickly averted your gaze, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been staring. Who was he? You hadn’t seen him in this part of the city before, and you prided yourself on knowing most of the regulars. Something about him screamed that he wasn’t just any ordinary man. But then again, you weren’t just any ordinary woman.

Charles Xavier felt your presence the moment he walked in. It wasn’t just that he sensed you were a mutant—he could feel the pull of your emotions, a subtle thrum in the air that hummed with the complexity of your power. He had been to this bar before, though not often. Tonight, he had come out of curiosity, drawn by the low-level buzz of mutant energy in the area. He wasn’t expecting to meet anyone special. Yet, the moment his mind brushed against yours, a ripple of something unspoken passed between you.

He made his way to the bar, his movements fluid and confident. There was no arrogance in the way he carried himself, but he radiated a sense of control, of quiet power that made those around him take notice. He slid onto the stool next to you, not too close to intrude, but close enough to start a conversation if he chose.

“Is this seat taken?” His voice was smooth, low, and unmistakably British. It sent a slight shiver down your spine.

You glanced up, your eyes meeting his. There was something in his gaze that made your heart skip a beat—an unspoken understanding. He wasn’t like anyone else in the bar, and you knew immediately that he wasn’t just human.

“No,” you said, your voice steady despite the strange flutter in your chest. “It’s all yours.”

He smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips as if he could read the thoughts swirling through your mind. For a brief moment, you wondered if he could—was he one of those mutants? You had heard of telepaths, of people who could sift through the minds of others as easily as turning a page in a book. It made you uneasy for a moment, but his presence wasn’t invasive. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was…comforting.

“Charles,” he introduced himself, extending a hand toward you. “Charles Xavier.”

You introduced yourself, shaking his hand. The warmth of his touch lingering longer than it should have. 

He ordered a drink, something simple and classic, then turned his attention back to you. “What brings you here tonight? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the way his gaze seemed to penetrate every layer of your defenses. “Just needed a break from…everything. This place has a certain vibe, you know? It’s nice to be somewhere you don’t have to pretend.”

He nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “I understand that. It’s rare to find places where we can be ourselves without fear of judgment.”

You paused, your pulse quickening. There it was—we. He had revealed what you had suspected from the moment you saw him.

“You’re…like me,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Charles chuckled lightly, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass before taking a sip. “Yes, in more ways than one, I imagine.”

His admission hung in the air between you, heavy with unspoken possibilities. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew you in despite the quiet caution that lingered at the edges of your mind.

“What can you do?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

Charles leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I can read minds, among other things. Telepathy, telekinesis. It’s…a gift I’ve had for as long as I can remember.”

Your breath hitched. He could read minds. Of course, he could. That’s why you had felt so exposed the moment he walked in. Yet, despite that knowledge, you didn’t feel afraid. Instead, you felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“And you?” Charles asked, his voice gentle, as if coaxing the truth out of you. “What is it that you can do?”

You hesitated for a moment, wondering how much you should reveal. But something in his eyes told you that you didn’t need to hide from him. Not here. Not now.

“I can…influence emotions,” you admitted. “It’s not mind control exactly, but I can push people’s feelings in certain directions. Make them feel things more intensely, or calm them down.”

Charles tilted his head, intrigued. “That’s quite the ability. And you’ve mastered it?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Mastered? Not quite. It’s tricky. Emotions are unpredictable, and I’ve learned the hard way that people don’t like the idea of someone messing with their feelings.”

Charles’s gaze softened, his understanding palpable. “It’s a delicate balance, I’m sure. But it’s also a remarkable gift. The ability to touch someone’s heart, even in subtle ways… It’s not something to be taken lightly.”

His words sent a warmth spreading through your chest, not unlike the whiskey you had been sipping. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he made you feel seen, truly seen, that left you momentarily speechless.

“You’re not like most people I’ve met,” you said after a pause, your voice barely audible over the music playing softly in the background.

Charles smiled, his eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place. “Neither are you.”

The conversation flowed easily between you after that, the initial tension giving way to a deeper connection. You talked about your experiences as mutants, the challenges you had faced, the moments of triumph and fear. With each word exchanged, you felt the invisible walls you had built around yourself slowly crumbling. There was something about Charles that made you want to open up, to share parts of yourself you had long kept hidden.

As the night wore on, the bar grew quieter, the patrons thinning out until only a few remained scattered around the room. The music had slowed to a soft, soulful melody, the kind that seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace.

Charles leaned in closer, his voice low and intimate. “You’re holding something back,” he said gently. “I can feel it.”

Your heart raced, the air between you charged with something electric. “Maybe I am,” you replied, your voice barely a whisper.

His gaze locked onto yours, the intensity in his blue eyes making your breath catch. “You don’t have to, you know. Not with me.”

For a moment, you were lost in his eyes, in the weight of his words. There was a truth in them, a promise of understanding that made you feel like you could let go, like you could finally be yourself without fear.

“I’ve spent so long trying to control everything,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “My power, my emotions…everything. I don’t know how to just…let go.”

Charles reached out, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you, like a spark igniting something deep within.

“Let me help you,” he said softly. His voice was hypnotic, the kind that made you want to trust him, to surrender to the moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you considered his offer. It wasn’t just about your powers—it was about letting go of the fear, the control, the constant need to hide. And with Charles, it felt like you could do it.

You took a deep breath, the weight of your decision pressing down on you. But the longer you held Charles’s gaze, the more the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet, intimate moment. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored your own, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe enough to lower your guard.

Slowly, almost cautiously, you reached out and placed your hand over his. The connection was electric, sending a warm shiver up your arm. His fingers curled slightly under yours, as though offering silent reassurance. There was no pressure, no urgency—just the quiet understanding that you didn’t have to carry everything alone anymore.

"Okay," you whispered, your voice soft but resolute.

Charles gave you a small, encouraging smile, the kind that made your chest tighten in the best way. He leaned in just a fraction closer, his presence steady and grounding. “What do you feel right now?” he asked, his voice gentle, as if coaxing you to explore the emotions swirling inside you.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to put it into words. “Nervous,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. “Excited, too. But mostly…scared. Scared of what I might do if I lose control.”

Charles’s thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, a soothing gesture that made your nerves settle just a little. “You’re stronger than you think,” he murmured. “Sometimes, letting go doesn’t mean losing control. It can mean trusting yourself—and those who care about you.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Trust wasn’t something you gave easily, not after everything you had been through. But with Charles, it felt different. There was a calmness about him, a confidence that made you believe, for just a moment, that maybe you could let go without everything falling apart.

You took another deep breath, letting your emotions rise to the surface. Slowly, you let down the walls you had so carefully built around your powers, allowing the energy within you to hum freely. It wasn’t much—just a gentle push of emotion, like the flutter of wings—but it was enough for Charles to feel it.

His breath hitched slightly, and for a moment, his expression softened even more. He didn’t need to say anything. The subtle shift in the atmosphere between you told you everything you needed to know.

“You’re doing beautifully,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing.

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. There was something intoxicating about the way he made you feel so powerful yet so vulnerable at the same time. Like you didn’t have to choose between the two—you could be both.

But as the emotions flowed freely, you felt something else stir deep inside you. The air between you grew heavier, charged with a different kind of energy. It was no longer just about control or fear. It was about the pull of something deeper, more primal. The quiet intensity in Charles’s eyes told you that he felt it too.

You swallowed hard, the space between you suddenly feeling too small, too intimate. Your heart pounded in your chest, your pulse quickening as you realized how close you were to him. The heat of his body, the soft scent of his cologne—it was all so overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Charles,” you breathed, his name slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. There was a fire there, a desire that mirrored your own. And for a brief, suspended moment, the world seemed to slow, the sounds of the bar fading into the background until all that remained was the thrum of your heartbeat and the unspoken connection between you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, your face inches from his. The tension in the air crackled, every nerve in your body alive with anticipation. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and steady, as if he were waiting—waiting for you to make the first move.

And then, almost imperceptibly, you closed the distance.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative and sweet, as if testing the waters. But the moment your lips touched his, something ignited. The gentle brush of his mouth against yours sent a rush of heat through your veins, and before you knew it, the kiss deepened. It was as if all the emotions you had been holding back—fear, desire, longing—came flooding to the surface, overwhelming you in the best possible way.

Charles’s hand slipped to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling gently in your hair as he pulled you closer. The kiss was slow but intense, every movement deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second. You felt his control, the way he held back just enough, letting you set the pace while guiding you with a quiet, unspoken power.

Your heart raced, your mind spinning as the world around you seemed to disappear. It was just you and him, wrapped in a bubble of heat and longing. His lips were soft, warm, and impossibly perfect against yours, and the way he kissed you—like he had all the time in the world—made you dizzy with want.

You didn’t realize how much you had needed this until that moment. The intimacy, the connection, the feeling of being truly seen by someone who understood you in ways no one else ever could.

When you finally pulled away, your breath was ragged, your skin flushed. Charles’s forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed, as if he were savoring the moment as much as you were. For a few heartbeats, neither of you said anything, the silence between you filled with the heavy rhythm of your breathing and the pounding of your heart.

Finally, Charles opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto yours. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and a little breathless.

You nodded, unable to find the words to articulate how you were feeling. Instead, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek. The vulnerability in his eyes took you by surprise—it mirrored your own in a way that made your chest tighten.

“I’m more than okay,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Charles smiled, the kind of smile that made your heart flip in your chest. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back slightly to look at you again.

“There’s something between us, isn’t there?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw with a featherlight touch. “Something more than just…power.”

You swallowed hard, your heart skipping a beat at the truth of his words. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “There is.”

For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, the weight of the unspoken connection hanging in the air between you. It was more than just physical attraction—though that was undeniable. It was deeper, more profound. It was as if, in each other, you had found something you hadn’t even realized you were searching for.

“I’ve spent a long time feeling like I didn’t belong,” you admitted quietly, your gaze dropping to your hands. “Like no one could understand what it’s like…to be different.”

Charles’s fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re not alone anymore,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet conviction. “I see you. I understand you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, not because of the sentiment, but because you believed him. There was a sincerity in his voice that made you feel like, for the first time in your life, you didn’t have to hide anymore.

Before you could respond, Charles leaned in again, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that was more tender than before. It wasn’t filled with the same urgency or heat—this kiss was about something deeper. It was about trust, about vulnerability, about letting go.

And for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to do just that.

As the kiss deepened, your powers stirred again, this time more controlled, more purposeful. You let your emotions flow into him, feeling the way his own desires echoed back through the connection. There was something almost overwhelming about the intensity of it, but instead of pulling back, you leaned into it, letting yourself feel everything—every heartbeat, every breath, every moment of raw, unfiltered emotion.

When you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as you caught your breath. The world around you felt different now—brighter, more alive.

“I think,” Charles murmured, his voice low and teasing, “that we’re going to have a very interesting future together.”

A slow smile spread across your lips, your heart racing at the promise in his words.

[nightcolorz]

I would love to hear your thoughts on autistic Armand, if you haven’t already spoke about this! Imo he’s very autsitic coded, and it’s very precious to me as an autistic iwtv fan :]

OMG!!! RUNS AROUND. Yes lmao I talk about this a lot actually it is one of my favorite Armand things to meta about bcus I’m also autistic and he is my special interest🙏I was trying to find some of the stuff I’ve written about autistic Armand but tumblrs search engine makes it near impossible to find anything so I gave up 😭, but believe me they r out there. Even tho I talk about this a lot I would love love love to talk about it some more for u anon because I can never get enough of armandtism.

I first figured Armand was autistic when I was reading the vampire Lestat because when he is first introduced he is completely non verbal and only communicates through the mind gift. through further explanation it’s very much implied that he does this because he finds putting his thoughts into words hard and he considers just projecting them into peoples brains much easier. Armand speaks out loud for the first time like more than halfway through the book, and lestat is surprised to hear him lol. This is super autistic I feel like that’s obvious 🙏 it’s basically the vampire power equivalent of using a non verbal communication device. Armand having trouble with connecting with people, understanding how to “fit in”, and talking r prevailing parts of his character throughout the whole series (not just tvl) which solidified my headcanon into basically a canon fact in my mind lol.

When Armand is first introduced in iwtv his strangeness is chalked up to his vampirism, but it’s soon revealed throughout tvl and qotd that Armand is considered a strange outcast by other vampires. The things he struggles with r unique to him and r not representative of vampires in general. His otherness/strangeness can also not be chalked up to his trauma or his age turned because Armand was also an outcast as a young child. It’s described in the vampire Armand that Armand was not understood by his parents or his community because he was obsessed with and freakishly good at painting. His community interprets his unusualness as a sign of some divine intervention, the priests believe he is a saint or a prophet sent to earth, even at times saying things implying that he is “not human”. Unusually high quickly developing skill in childhood is an autistic trait, as is hyper fixation on an activity/topic that becomes a core identity factor and prevailing obsession. The affects of Armand’s trauma only worsen the severity of his autistic traits. C-ptsd and autism often overlap and coexist in autistic people who were traumatized in childhood, which seems to be Armand’s case.

in queen of the damned Armand is at his peak autistic lol, I feel like this is when most book readers gain that head canon. The Devils minion chapter revolves around Armand using Daniel as a guide to help him learn how to be “normal” and to blend in to the modern age. Armand can’t seem to figure out how to blend in on his own because he is unable to understand social norms of any time period enough to integrate himself into society. Armand is in love with technology and what most would consider monotonous sensory experiences. He stares at his own reflection for hours, he loves kitchen appliances and watching ingredients whir in blenders, cameras, he watches the same movie over and over again and never gets bored of it. The way Armand fixates on technology really reminds me of how a lot of autistic people played as children. He enjoys repetitive, sensory behaviors over “fun”. For Armand this means watching the same things repeatedly, which is a form of visual stimming. There r moments where Armand is trying to understand his world, but is so blind to what he is trying to understand that he goes about his discoveries wrong. Such as in qotd when he tries to interrogate strangers to gain information on societal norms but he only gets uncomfortable glances. Armand is desperate to understand and to connect but he is consistently inherently alienated, whether it be from humanity or from other vampires or from himself.

Armand also can not process his memories comprehendingly. This is part trauma part autism, but autism is def a factor. Because of his repressed trauma induced memory loss Armand finds it difficult to talk about himself to people. This is worsened by Armand being unable to comprehend the aspects of story telling that he needs to be able to tell people about his life. Armand explains to Daniel that he vividly remembers small details, such as dates and weather, but he could not tell Daniel what “things were like” because he “doesn’t know what that means”. Literal thinking, the inability to grasp vague, fiction based concepts like narratives and metaphor, and strict fixation on minor details like numbers, are all autistic traits!

Armand also struggles heavily with emotional regulation. He is described as often having intense and extreme meltdowns where he cries and screams and breaks things. Armand is easily bothered, in tva he mentions that he covers his ears when he is overwhelmed. The vampire Armand begins actually with Armand becoming overwhelmed in public and trying to escape to an attic so that he can be alone in silence. Armand copes with his intense emotions by putting on a mask of neutrality. He is often described as expressionless and blank, uncanny. But this is a mask, and when Armand can no longer mask and his disguise lapses his facial expressions r described by lestat as being so over the top and emotional that they are disturbing and weird. Over the top unnatural facial expressions as well as blank unreadable ones are both autistic traits. For Armand he is naturally overly emotive to the point of being considered horrifying, and he hides this by taking the opposite extreme. Either way, either expression Armand puts on causes him to be socially outcast.

Armand often describes feeling like there is something wrong with him that causes him to be isolated from others and he’s not sure what it is. In prince lestat he tells Gregory that he doesn’t know why it’s so hard for him to have relationships when other vampires are fully capable of doing that. In the vampire Armand he explains to David that he’s crazy because his mind isn’t built right and his senses are tripled so he shouldn’t bother trying to understand him. I rlly relate to this as someone who felt like I was from another dimension as a child bcus i didn’t know the unspoken life rules everyone else did.

Armand is often treated like a child by the other vampires and assumed to be emotionally immature and too fragile and insane to be helpful. Armand says in the vampire Armand that he doesn’t consider himself an adult because he can’t function like one. This could be due to the age he was turned, but it’s shown to us that characters like Benji and even to an extent Claudia r able to self regulate and function appropriately despite being turned even younger then Armand was.

in conclusion, book Armand is an autistic person who was never given proper support or understanding because the environment and the time period he was born in decided to alienate him further rather then work to help him socialize and learn appropriate skills, and because of the necessities he has been deprived of and the horrible trauma he endured Armand is never able to learn to function in the way he was likely capable of. this recessive quality in pair with his autism caused Armand it be unable to cope or self regulate or learn ways to understand himself since he wasn’t given a chance to in his formative years. He’s a great representative of what many autistic people who experienced intense child abuse experience.

Im rlly happy with the shows portrayal with Armand so far partly because he is omg, so autistic. Show Armand shares so many of book Armand’s autistic traits. inability to understand himself or others, fixation on small details but inability to understand the big picture, etc. even his iPad is autistic asf! My ipad is my comfort item that I carry around with me to self sooth, and this is def the vibe Armand’s iPad gives me in the show. Even assads performance is autistic! He is able to play Armand masking and Armand unmasking, the stilted expressions he gives and the blank stares, the uncomprehending earnestness. AGHHHH!! Assad stims with his fingers when Armand is nervous too which is just an amazing touch. I hope the show explores Armand’s autism, because that would literally be a dream come true. Even still, for now I’m satisfied.

thank u so so much anon for the ask this made me so happy 🙏❤️ autistic Armand means so much to me and has gotten me though some tough times. Understanding and analyzing Armand helps me understand myself better and feel more comfortable with how I am. Earlier this year I gave myself a concussion because I was harmfully stimming during a meltdown, and while I was in the emergency room I was holding the vampire Armand and imaging that he would relate to what I was going through. So yeah he is very special to me too! And once again it makes me so so happy that u got me to talk some about it. I hope this was coherent or interesting lol I felt like I was all over the place

[thehmn]

I’m currently listening to Maren Uthaug’s book 11% about a world where most men have died. I should probably wait until I’ve finished the book but I’m so fascinated by the world building.

As of now it’s still unclear why the men died but when the story takes place there’s a mix of older women who fucking hates men and young women who have only met drugged up men at “breeding centers” and imagine “males” as violent boogeymen but otherwise don’t really care and just want to live in the new seemingly perfect society their grandmothers fought for. The only people who still fight for men’s rights are witches who believe masculine energies are as natural and Of Nature as feminine energies, but even they sound more like animal rights activists, standing outside breeding centers with signs every Friday. Their most provocative sign is a picture of a man with Human written on it.

Christianity has been completely transformed and is now run by priests (they don’t call themselves priestess) who can only hold ceremonies when they have their periods and snakes are their most sacred symbol because they gave knowledge to Eva and God is called The Mother.

Trans men exist but are referred to as Man Women and they all seem to be sex workers who have functional silicone penises, though I’m not far enough into the story to know if they have other jobs. They generally also still have breasts because working as a wet nurse is another source of income for them. Testosterone treatments is not an option because it would make them too masculine and dangerous to be allowed into society but they all have male names and everyone use male pronouns for them.

A really fascinating aspect of the world is how people want to get rid of the old “patriarchal architecture” of straight lines and boxes but refuse to tear it down with machines, instead insisting on letting Mother Nature reclaim it. Only Rat Girls are actively trying to destroy the old buildings by releasing hoards of rats into them and planting bamboo to break up the concrete. New buildings have round shapes and are build in ways that make them blend in with cultivated nature and inside they’re painting in beautiful colors with no hard edges. They sound a lot like colorful hobbit homes. Also, locks are considered uncivilized and of a time when violent men roamed the earth and made life unsafe so nothing, from front doors to bathrooms, have locks. For a while after most men died women would go for Night Walks to relish in the fact that they no longer had to be afraid, though they liked to visit the witches at night because it felt a little spooky, which the witches thought was good fun.

The story is naturally about a middle aged witch who is hiding a young boy illegally and gets milk from one of the trans men in the red district while also sleeping with a Christian priest who struggles with her sacred job because her periods are irregular.

I’ll come back with follow up thoughts once I’ve finished it. Unlike what you might think, Maren Uthau isn’t a scary man hater. I’ve listened to most of her other books and this isn’t a recurring trope so clearly she has something to say specifically with this story and it’s rated pretty highly by both male and female readers. I think I’m in for quite the ride.

[growling]

*average self-proclaimed safe space tumblr blog voice* I soooooo support people with schizophrenia that must be so hard to you anyway I just saw some weird looking woman talking to herself right outside my house im fearing for my life should I call the cops. Yeah dude I support all the adhd havers in the chat just try to pay attention when I talk to you it's not that hard it's like the least you could do to show some regard for the other human being in front of you. Like it's fine to have memory problems but why did you forget this one thing in particular that was important to me do you like not care or anything you should try harder. I am one of the only real mental health advocates to still exist in this world I hear your struggles that being said I hope I never get to meet one of those irl sociopaths or people with aspd whatever they call them now they're so freaky and they can blend into society so well you might never know if you're actually face to face with an actual socio i mean person with aspd in the store absolutely one of my biggest fears what if they torture me in their basement. I absolutely empathize with all the people in here suffering from delusions as long as they like, don't actually show it or have one concerning me that'd be highkey uncomfy leave me out of this dude im not talking to you until you get help, anyway my fav character from my anime just presumably died but i still think they actually survived im sooo delulu lol. We should push for more wheelchair accessibility in our cities I agree but like it's so difficult to tell how many people are actually disabled and who are actually faking it, like, ummm why did that "wheelchair" "user" guy stand up just now cover blown lmaoo…. Yeah I support people with facial differences but I still have a right to be disgusted you can't control my emotions anyway can you tag your selfies as #body horror this deeply triggering to me. Speaking of triggering can you also pleaseee hide your scars or at least warn us beforehand jesus do you know how many people genuinely do not want to see it. Here is my extremely fast strobing lights and flashing gifset #epilepsy. Yeah I loveee girls with bpd beautiful princess disorder am i right they're so interesting the stigma sucksssss i'd love to get to be one's favourite person as long as they don't actually have any of those weird or violent symptoms or don't go into any of their "episodes" near me like that's a bit dramatic….. I deeply feel for those who had underwent narcissistic abuse from the hands of an npd I think my shitty ex boyfriend was a narcissist too tbh #surviving narcissism here are 10 signs you are dealing with a narcissist and here's a tutorial on how to trigger a narc crash to epically own them anyway does anyone else think we should start enforcing mandatory castration of all the newly diagnosed narcs like you know what happens when they reproduce right. But I am willing to support them as long as they go to therapy to get that fixed it's just you know. Anyway sometimes hospitalisation is fine if they're genuinely a danger to themselves like what do you want them to go live on the streets or actually get help?? I support all the people dealing with being a professionally diagnosed disordered system and I think it's sooooo terrible how literally 99% of the youth population nowadays is purposefully faking it for attention I did my research (1 minute google search, 2 minute r/fakedisordercringe scrolling session and consulting a single system that agrees with me). It's just not believable to me that there's really that many people with it isn't it supposed to be rare… Also are we really sure all those alleged people in their heads are really real or just their imagination maybe all of them are actually faking it huh food for thought. I am very uncomfortable with nonverbal high support needs ppl actually having sex like consent is supposed to be explicitly verbal only and, are we really sure they can even consent arent they like basically children. You can't call me ableist I'm literally autistic

[lesbyers]

rlly think that louis' character is underrated in fandom in terms of its complexity. even just looking at the beginning of the show. you have a man who despite agreeing to become a vampire; the ultimate embodiment of indulgence and desire, is still finding ways to abstain and starve. this of course being emblematic of his catholic upbringing but also his struggle to succeed and blend into 1910s society as a gay black man. this in comparison to lestat who is hedonistic and indulgent, as a white bisexual man in this time he is allowed a certain, but still lackluster, amount of dignity and opportunity that louis is not and this is something lestat is consistently shown to not understand. louis being aligned with not just humanity in it's literal sense but also in a socio-political sense is interesting to see, he finds it hard to reject some of the ideas of the culture around him, not for lack of trying but actually the opposite, the closer louis gets to indulging the more things go wrong because people like him are simply not allowed to "misbehave" and still hold a social standing. this is why his constant push and pull with lestat in that era is so interesting, they are both grappling with an existence that is inextricably linked to one another while still being unable to understand their unique cultural and timely differences, how much of your moral compass will you allow to bend for the sake of companionship? obsessed with it

[felikatze]

this has probably been said before but murderbot is interesting in how it's also a deeply intersex narrative.

murderbot exists as an inherently transgressive being by having aspects of humans and bots. initially, it pretends to be wholly a bot because being one or the other is more comforting to humans - the reality of its existence horrifies others, and they attempt to push it into one or the other categories. (e.g.: preferring to keep its helmet on in All Systems Red so the survey team see it as a bot)

Once it can no longer masquerade as a bot with its personhood uncovered, it rejects the notion of "becoming human" and is at every turn discomforted by having to put on a different ruse (e.g. its vehement refusal to ART's alteration of its body in Artificial Condition - it is literally subjected to surgery in order to better blend into society, because being recognized as a SecUnit could spell its doom.) Obviously the metaphor here is that "bot" and "human" function like the genders in our current society, deciding of a person's perception by society and their social standing and their bodily functions.

Augmented humans may be augmented but still slot entirely into the "human" category. Murderbot's existence (and the existence of SecUnits and constructs as a whole) is a transgression to this set binary. Even with people who accept its existence, it struggles to feel at ease because it is aware of this.

At one point in one of the books (I forget which), it also explicitly rejects the phrasing of being "half-bot half-human". It is not half anything, it is a construct, it is Murderbot, and nothing else.

[bratzkoo]

back to you | jun

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: jun x university student! reader Genre: fluff Rating: PG-13 Word count: 2.6k Warnings/note: requested by an anon. hope you like em.

summary: you struggle to adjust with your university life abroad and jun just wants to be a lovesick puppy

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The autumn breeze carried a hint of excitement as you hurried across the sprawling campus of Seoul National University. Your backpack, heavy with textbooks and a laptop, bounced against your spine with each step. The leaves, painted in vibrant shades of red and gold, rustled beneath your feet as you navigated the familiar path to your Korean Language and Culture class.

It had been three months since you arrived in South Korea as an exchange student, leaving behind the comfort of your home country for the adventure of a lifetime. The initial culture shock had given way to a sense of wonder and appreciation for the bustling city of Seoul and its rich history. You had made friends, tried countless new foods, and immersed yourself in a language that once seemed impossibly complex but now flowed from your lips with growing confidence.

But despite the thrill of your new life, there was an undeniable ache in your heart – a Jun-shaped hole that no amount of kimchi or K-dramas could fill.

Jun, your boyfriend of two years, had always dreamed of becoming a K-pop idol. You had been there from the beginning, cheering him on through grueling auditions, years of training, and the nerve-wracking debut showcase with SVT. Now, at 26, he was living his dream as the main dancer and vocalist of SVT, a group that had taken the K-pop world by storm and was currently celebrating their 9th year since debut.

You were incredibly proud of Jun, but his success came at a price. The long-distance relationship that had once seemed manageable now felt like an insurmountable challenge. Your schedules rarely aligned – when you were awake, he was often sleeping off the exhaustion from a concert, variety show appearance, or group practice. Your conversations were reduced to hurried video calls and a constant stream of text messages, each one a digital lifeline keeping your connection alive.

As you approached the Humanities building, you fished your phone out of your pocket, hoping for a message from Jun. Your heart sank when you saw the empty notification bar. It had been two days since his last message – a group selca of SVT looking exhausted but happy after a sold-out concert in Bangkok. You knew he was busy, but the silence still stung.

With a sigh, you pocketed your phone and pushed open the heavy doors of the building. The cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the autumn sun. You made your way to the classroom, sliding into your usual seat near the window. As you pulled out your notebook and pencil case, your mind wandered to Jun. 

Where was he now? Tokyo? Manila? The cities of their world tour blurred together in your mind. You pictured him on stage, his graceful dance moves captivating the audience, his voice blending perfectly with his fellow members, his charismatic smile making Carats' hearts flutter. A pang of longing hit you as you remembered the way he used to practice his parts for you, just the two of you in his tiny trainee dorm room, his movements precise even in the limited space.

"Y/N-ssi, are you with us?" Professor Kim's voice snapped you back to reality. You blinked, realizing the class had already started.

"Yes, Sir. I’m sorry,," you apologized, feeling your cheeks heat up as your classmates giggled.

Professor Kim gave you a knowing smile. "That’s okay. Now, let's continue with our discussion on the influence of Confucianism on modern Korean society."

You tried to focus on the lecture, scribbling notes and participating in the class discussion. But your mind kept drifting back to Jun. You missed his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the feeling of his hand in yours. You missed the quiet moments between his schedules when you'd curl up together, watching dramas or planning your future. You missed being able to support him in person, to give him a hug after a tough day or celebrate SVT's victories with more than just a congratulatory text.

As the class drew to a close, Professor Kim assigned a group project on Korean cultural festivals. You paired up with Min-ji, a friendly Korean student who had taken you under her wing since your arrival.

"Y/N-ah, you seem distracted today," Min-ji said as you packed up your things. "Is everything okay?"

You managed a small smile. "I'm fine, just missing home a little."

Min-ji's eyes softened with understanding. "And by home, you mean Jun-oppa from SVT, right?"

You nodded, grateful for her perceptiveness. Min-ji was one of the few people who knew about your relationship with Jun. You had sworn her to secrecy – even though SVT was well-established, dating was still a sensitive topic in the K-pop world, and you didn't want to cause any trouble for Jun or the group.

"I know it's hard," Min-ji said, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. "But you're strong, Y/N-ah. And Jun-oppa is lucky to have someone who supports his dreams and SVT so much."

"Gomawo, Min-ji-ya," you said, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I just wish..."

Your words were cut off by a commotion outside. The sound of excited chatter and what seemed like... music? drifted through the open windows. You and Min-ji exchanged curious glances before joining the stream of students heading towards the source of the noise.

As you stepped outside, the autumn sun momentarily blinded you. You blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before you. A crowd had gathered in the central courtyard, surrounding what looked like a hastily assembled stage. The music grew louder – a familiar melody that made your heart skip a beat.

"No way," you whispered, pushing your way through the crowd. "It can't be..."

But it was. There, on the makeshift stage, stood Jun. His black hair was styled in the comma style you loved, a few strands falling artfully over his forehead. He wore simple black jeans and a white t-shirt under a leather jacket – a far cry from SVT's usual coordinated stage outfits. His eyes scanned the crowd as he sang, his voice clear and strong, filling the courtyard with the sweet melody of "Falling for U," the special unit song he had recorded with Joshua.

Your feet moved of their own accord, carrying you closer to the stage. The crowd seemed to part for you, or maybe you were just pushing your way through, oblivious to everything but the sight and sound of Jun.

As if drawn by some magnetic force, Jun's eyes found yours in the crowd. His face lit up with a smile so bright it rivaled the sun. Without missing a beat in the song, he extended his hand towards you, inviting you to join him on stage.

For a moment, you hesitated. This was crazy. Jun was an idol, a member of one of the biggest K-pop groups in the world. There were probably fans in the crowd, maybe even reporters. What about his image? SVT's reputation? A thousand worries flashed through your mind in an instant.

But then Jun winked at you, that same mischievous wink he'd given you on your first date, and all your doubts melted away. You took his hand, letting him pull you up onto the stage as the crowd cheered.

Up close, you could see the exhaustion hidden behind Jun's smile, the slight puffiness under his eyes that spoke of too many sleepless nights and intense performances. But his eyes were shining with joy and love as he sang directly to you, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

As the final notes of the song faded away, Jun lowered the microphone. The crowd's cheers seemed distant, muffled by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

"Surprise," Jun said softly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you into a tight hug.

You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely Jun. "What are you doing here?" you mumbled against his shirt, not quite believing this was real.

Jun chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I missed you," he said simply. Then, louder, addressing the crowd: "Thank you all for listening! I hope you enjoyed this special SVT unit performance."

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, with shouts of "SVT!" and "Jun-oppa!" ringing out. You became acutely aware of the dozens of phones pointed in your direction, capturing this moment for posterity – and potentially social media. A flicker of worry must have shown on your face because Jun squeezed your hand reassuringly.

"It's okay," he whispered. "I cleared it with the members and the company. No more hiding."

Before you could process what that meant, Jun was guiding you off the stage and through the crowd. You caught glimpses of shocked faces – your classmates, professors, random students who had gathered for the impromptu performance. Min-ji gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin as you passed her, mouthing "Daebak!" with an impressed expression.

Jun led you to a quiet corner of the campus, a secluded spot behind the library where you often came to study. Only when you were alone did he finally release your hand, turning to face you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in his eyes.

"I can't believe you're here," you said, drinking in the sight of him. He looked different from the last time you'd seen him in person – more mature, with sharper features and a new confidence in his posture. But his eyes were the same, warm and full of love.

Jun ran a hand through his hair, a habit he'd never quite shaken despite SVT's stylists' best efforts. "I couldn't stay away any longer," he admitted. "We had a two-day break between concerts, and I just... I had to see you."

"But what about your schedule? The members? Won't you get in trouble?" The questions tumbled out of you, your practical side warring with the part of you that just wanted to throw yourself into his arms and never let go.

Jun's smile turned sheepish. "About that... I may have pulled a few strings. And by strings, I mean I may have begged Seungcheol-hyung and threatened to write a whole album of sad Chinese ballads if they didn't let me come."

You couldn't help but laugh at the mental image. "Jun! You didn't!"

"I did," he said, his expression growing serious. "Y/N, these past few years with SVT have been amazing. Performing, meeting Carats, achieving our dreams together – it's everything I ever hoped for. But none of it means anything if I can't share it with you."

Your heart swelled at his words. "Jun, I'm so proud of you and SVT. I don't want to hold you back or cause any problems for your career or the group."

Jun shook his head, taking both of your hands in his. "You could never hold me back. You're the reason I've made it this far. Your support, your love – it's what keeps me going on those days when everything feels too hard, too overwhelming. The members understand that. They've been pushing me to do this, actually."

Tears pricked at your eyes. "I've missed you so much," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I've missed you too," Jun said, pulling you close. "Every city, every stage – I kept wishing you were there. That's why I talked to the members and the company. No more hiding, no more pretending we're just friends. I want the world to know how much I love you."

Your eyes widened. "Are you sure? What about the fans? SVT's image?"

Jun's smile was soft but determined. "Our real Carats will understand. They've always supported us in our personal happiness. And as for our image... SVT has always been about honesty and connection with our fans. I'm an idol, yes, but I'm also just a man in love with an incredible person who supports my dreams and my group. Why should I hide that?"

Overwhelmed by emotion, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his. Jun responded immediately, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of months of longing, of love that had only grown stronger despite the distance.

When you finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Jun rested his forehead against yours. "I have to leave for Taipei tomorrow night," he said regretfully. "We have a fan meeting."

Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving so soon, but you pushed the feeling aside. "Then we'll make the most of the time we have," you said with determination.

Jun's eyes lit up. "I was hoping you'd say that. I may have cleared your schedule with the international student office. How do you feel about playing tour guide for the day?"

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in months. "I'd love to. Where do you want to go first?"

"Anywhere," Jun said, lacing his fingers with yours. "As long as I'm with you, I'm home. But maybe we could stop by that dakgalbi place you've been raving about? The members made me promise to bring back some food."

As you left the campus hand in hand, you knew there would be challenges ahead. Long-distance relationships were never easy, especially with Jun's hectic life as a SVT member. There would be rumors to deal with, possibly some backlash from possessive fans. But looking at Jun, seeing the love and determination in his eyes, you knew you could face anything together.

The future stretched out before you, full of possibilities. Maybe you'd join SVT on tour during your semester breaks. Maybe Jun would surprise you with more impromptu visits. Maybe one day, you'd stand side by side at award shows, no longer hiding your relationship.

For now, though, you were content to walk the streets of Seoul with Jun, pointing out your favorite cafes and study spots, listening to him talk animatedly about SVT's experiences on tour and the latest antics of the members. Every so often, he'd squeeze your hand or plant a kiss on your cheek, as if reassuring himself that you were really there.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink, you and Jun found yourselves on the banks of the Han River. Families picnicked on the grass, and couples strolled hand in hand along the water's edge. In the distance, the city lights began to twinkle to life, a reminder of the vibrant world you both belonged to.

"You know," Jun said, wrapping an arm around your waist as you looked out over the water, "I think I finally understand what all those love songs we perform are really about."

You leaned into him, savoring his warmth. "Oh? And what's that?"

Jun turned to face you, his eyes soft in the fading light. "That feeling of coming home, even when you're far from everything familiar. That's what you are to me, Y/N. My home, my anchor, my star. Just like how SVT is my family on stage, you're my family off stage."

As Jun's lips met yours once more, the world around you faded away. In that moment, there was no distance, no busy schedules, no uncertain future. There was only you and Jun, two hearts beating as one, united by a love that transcended time and space.

The night stretched ahead, full of promise and the joy of reunion. And though you knew morning would come all too soon, bringing with it the reality of goodbyes and long-distance calls, you chose to live in this moment. For now, Jun was here, solid and real in your arms, a piece of your heart returned from its journey. And that was more than enough.

[shrimshrim4fun]

PTN as Chinese Myths:

Adela: 梦貘 (mèng mò) 

A mythical creature that eats your nightmares in the middle of the night. Usually resides in the forest and sleep under trees but, at night will come out and eat nightmares. When having nightmares will come to your aid.

Notes:

-She blends well with society and has a small cabin a few murmurs away from the city

-She looks like a human though her nails are slightly longer

-Her physical body is more frail than others in her human form and paler skin. And the whites of her hair covers more mass

-Very doting person and is curious about how you know what she is. Though her curiosity turns into something more…

-Will use the excuse of her “not wanting to let you have nightmares” to let her watch you sleep or let her sleep with you in bed

L.L: 鲛人 (jiāo rén)

Similar to a mermaid though live in different areas. Known for their beauty and have scales near their cheek bone. Also their half human body and half fish like bottom. Their tears turn into pearls and have soothing voices that sing

Notes:

-Found her tangled up in fish nets and struggling as she got blown onto the shore by some pirates

-After rescuing her and taking back home she was cautious at you at first until you started to feed her some fish. After some time she finally realized you weren’t gonna hurt her and slowly got more familiar to you

-Her tail is a dark blue leading to a more teal blue at the fins. And some scales near her cheekbones. Her hearing is also more sensitive than others

-Didn’t like it when you sent her back to sea. Though every time you went to visit her she’ll give you all types of shells and pearls. Only saying it was a gift, she was courting you

Sumire: 花妖 (huā yāo)

Is made up from numerous types of flowers that turns into a human. They have enchanting and bewitched beauty. Used mostly to seduce and kill humans.

Notes:

-Long black hair all the way down to her legs and deep purple eyes that look like they can pierce through your soul. Has purple and pink flowers adorning her hair with some golden accessories

-Looks like a very caring and loving person in the morning while hunts down humans at night. Her fragile looking appearance deceive lots of people from what she it

-Was gonna hunt and kill you after knowing you know what she was. But for unknown reasons, she didn’t. Sometimes can see her caught staring at you

-Once you received a flower crown at your door with a love poem at your door. Though you didn’t know from far away she was watching you, a little anxious about your reaction to her love

Ummm I hope y’all enjoyed it. If you guys have any other suggestions on PTN as Chinese myths please interact with my inbox or if you want me to elaborate on any characters (like my Garofano one) you can ask :) I know Adela’s doesn’t make too much sense but I was thinking of having them have similar abilities to the myth and some qualities. Size, different features, or any colors, etc I’ll add into it. I’m probably gonna include NSFW in some into this (I’ll find a way) Probably gonna make like head canons for them, so just ask for characters if you want them :D There’s some things I haven’t added into Adela’s but I’ll elaborate in another post ><

[msizzydizzy]

IF ARCHIVE

DEMO • BLOG

It has been four years since your parents died. Your younger sister and you have been left in shambles, struggling to pick up the pieces of what’s left of your family. But nothing ever goes right; you devote your life to taking care of Chrissy, and she devotes hers to resent you—and to something darker of which you are unaware.

One day, Chrissy goes missing, and the only way for you to get her back is to journey into hell. In order to do that, you are forced to make a deal.

What happens next is up to you.

DEMO • BLOG

You take the train home from college after nearly four years away, knowing you will be welcomed with open arms, bright smiles, and the sincerest congratulations from your friends and family, from the entire neighborhood. Their pride has not been misplaced, for better or for worse, you are the one: the only one who made it into college.

This is your first summer home since you began studying in Stanford. That is what everyone thinks.

This is your first summer home since you dropped out of college, thus becoming the biggest disappointment in your neighborhood. That is what only you know.

DEMO • BLOG

Congratulations, human!

You have been chosen to join the extraordinary Creature Mediation Center (CMC), a unique workplace where all kinds of different monsters creatures collaborate to bridge the specieist gap in our society. As the newest and only human of our team, you'll navigate a world of diverse creatures, handling counseling sessions, managing projects, and making critical decisions to foster harmony between two worlds.

Welcome to a realm where diplomacy is a blend of corporate intrigue and fantastical diversity!

DEMO • BLOG

It's the year 2524, and you're a defeated God/Goddess/Deity in a place and time where your kind is rarely needed anymore. After being locked away and thought to be dead for nearly a millennia, you wake up.

[luna-azzurra]

Writing prompts about vampires

1. In a modern-day city, vampires live among humans, hidden in plain sight. Write a story about a vampire who struggles to resist their primal instincts while maintaining a normal life, until they meet someone who changes everything.

2. In a post-apocalyptic world overrun by vampires, a group of survivors discovers a hidden sanctuary where humans and vampires coexist peacefully. Explore the challenges and conflicts that arise as they attempt to bridge the gap between the two species.

3. A vampire hunter dedicated to eradicating vampires realizes that they have been turned into a vampire themselves. Describe their internal struggle as they come to terms with their new existence and decide whether to embrace it or fight against it.

4. A vampire with a conscience decides to only feed on criminals and wrongdoers, seeing it as a way to serve justice. Write about their encounters with both human and supernatural adversaries who question their moral code.

5. Two vampires from rival clans fall in love with each other, sparking a forbidden romance. Explore the challenges they face, including their families' disapproval and the consequences of breaking the ancient vampire laws.

6. A vampire wakes up one night with no memory of their past and embarks on a journey to uncover their true identity. Along the way, they discover dark secrets about their vampire lineage and their own role in a centuries-old prophecy.

7. In a society where vampires are enslaved and used as a source of nourishment, a young vampire rises as a leader, rallying others to fight for their freedom. Write about their struggle for equality and the sacrifices they make along the way.

8. A vampire who has lived for centuries develops a deep fascination with human art and culture. Describe their attempts to blend into human society, learning and adapting to the ever-changing world while keeping their true nature hidden.

9. A vampire coven finds themselves targeted by a powerful vampire hunter who possesses unique abilities and knowledge. Explore the intense cat-and-mouse game as the coven members fight for their survival and uncover the hunter's true motivations.

10. In a world where vampires are a dominant species and humans are on the brink of extinction, a human survivor discovers a way to turn the tide and bring balance back to the world. Tell the story of their journey to rally other humans and challenge the vampire regime.

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[sepublic]

I need people to understand that this dude Pasha from the pitch bible was definitely blended with Obron to become Belos. That he is in fact the Philip to Obron’s Belos.

A human with long brown hair tied up, and a scraggly beard. Struggling to survive on the fringes of society. Seems to be a victim of tragedy and circumstance, and is sympathetic to Luz because she’s a fellow human… Until it’s revealed that no, all his misery of his making because in his xenophobia, he refuses to accept help or co-exist with witches and demons, especially in the same space. He builds up an Us VS Them mentality and designates Luz an enemy for not going along. He’s a cowardly bully who looks for easy targets to minimize the harm he receives.

And because of his refusal to listen to the people of the isles/accept them as having the full depth and variety of humanity, he has mutated due to consumption that otherwise could’ve been avoided. Something something, his colonial ancestors getting into trouble with the local environment because they were too racist to listen to indigenous people’s experience. Has the hypocritical gall to treat them as monsters for how they look and hasn’t learned from his transformation whatsoever.

[blackhistorystoryteller]

AFRICAN VOODOO

The deep truth about AFRICAN VOODOO

African Voodoo: Unraveling the Mysteries of a Rich Spiritual Tradition

African Voodoo, often shrouded in mystery and misconceptions, is a complex and fascinating spiritual tradition with deep-rooted cultural significance. This ancient belief system, practiced in various forms across the African continent and the African diaspora, offers a unique perspective on the relationship between humans, nature, and the divine. In this article, we will delve into the world of African Voodoo, exploring its history, beliefs, rituals, and its enduring impact on the cultures and societies where it thrives.

A Diverse Tradition

Voodoo, also spelled Vodou or Vodun, is not a monolithic belief system; rather, it is a diverse and adaptable spiritual tradition that has evolved differently in various regions of Africa and beyond. Its origins can be traced back to the indigenous religions of West and Central Africa, where it was practiced by different ethnic groups. Over time, African Voodoo underwent syncretism with Catholicism and indigenous beliefs in the Caribbean, particularly in Haiti, giving birth to Haitian Vodou, which is perhaps the most well-known form of Voodoo.

Core Beliefs

At its core, African Voodoo centers around the veneration of spirits, ancestors, and deities. These spirits are believed to have the power to influence human life and the natural world. Each spirit has a specific domain, and practitioners seek their guidance and assistance through various rituals and offerings. Ancestor worship is a fundamental aspect of Voodoo, as it connects the living to their familial lineage and heritage.

The Loa, or spirits, are a central focus of Voodoo ceremonies. These spirits are intermediaries between humans and the ultimate divine force. Practitioners often enter trance-like states to communicate with the Loa, who possess them temporarily during rituals. The Loa are known for their distinct personalities and preferences, and offerings such as food, drinks, and dance are made to appease and honor them.

Rituals and Practices

Voodoo rituals are colorful and lively events filled with drumming, dancing, singing, and the use of symbolic objects. Rituals are often held in temples or outdoor spaces, and they vary widely depending on the specific tradition and purpose. Some rituals are celebratory, while others are intended to seek protection, healing, or guidance.

One of the most famous Voodoo rituals is the "Voodoo Doll," which is often misunderstood. These dolls are not meant for causing harm but are used as tools for healing or connecting with a specific person's spirit. Pins may be used symbolically to focus intention.

Voodoo in the African Diaspora

The transatlantic slave trade played a significant role in spreading African Voodoo to the Americas, particularly in regions like Haiti, New Orleans, and Brazil. In these places, Voodoo underwent further syncretism with local beliefs and Catholicism, resulting in unique variations of the tradition.

Haitian Vodou, for instance, is a vibrant blend of African Voodoo, Catholicism, and indigenous Taino beliefs. It has had a profound impact on Haitian culture and played a central role in the struggle for independence from colonial rule.

Misconceptions and Stereotypes

African Voodoo has been the subject of many misconceptions and stereotypes, often portrayed negatively in popular culture. These portrayals frequently focus on the more sensational aspects of Voodoo, such as curses and zombies, rather than its rich cultural and spiritual dimensions. It's important to recognize that Voodoo is a legitimate religious practice for millions of people, and like any belief system, it encompasses a wide range of beliefs and practices.

African Voodoo is a complex, multifaceted spiritual tradition with a deep and enduring cultural significance. It is a testament to the resilience of African heritage and the ability of beliefs to adapt and evolve over time. Beyond the stereotypes and misconceptions, Voodoo represents a profound connection between humans, nature, and the divine—a connection that continues to shape the lives and cultures of those who practice it.

Communication with the spirits, often referred to as Loa or Lwa in Voodoo, is a central aspect of Voodoo rituals and practices. Here's an overview of how practitioners communicate with these entities:

1. **Rituals and Offerings**: Voodoo rituals are the primary means of communication with the spirits. Practitioners gather in a designated sacred space, such as a temple or outdoor altar. They often create an elaborate ritual environment with symbols, candles, and ceremonial objects. Offerings, including food, drinks, tobacco, and other items, are presented to specific spirits to gain their favor and attention.

2. **Dance and Music**: Music and dance are essential elements of Voodoo ceremonies. Drumming and chanting create a rhythmic and trance-inducing atmosphere. Through dance and music, practitioners enter altered states of consciousness, allowing them to connect with the spirits more profoundly. It is believed that the spirits may possess individuals during these ceremonies, providing a direct channel for communication.

3. **Possession and Trance**: One of the most distinctive aspects of Voodoo rituals is the concept of spirit possession. Practitioners, often referred to as "servants of the spirits," may enter a trance-like state during which a particular Loa or spirit is believed to take control of their body. In this state, the possessed individual may speak in the voice of the spirit, offering guidance, advice, or requests on behalf of the spirit.

4. **Divination**: Divination is another way to communicate with the spirits in Voodoo. Practitioners may use various divination tools such as tarot cards, cowrie shells, or casting of objects to seek guidance from the spirits. These divination practices help practitioners understand the desires and intentions of the spirits and may provide insights into their own lives.

5. **Prayer and Invocation**: Voodoo practitioners often use prayer and invocation to establish a connection with the spirits. Specific prayers or invocations are recited to call upon a particular spirit's presence and assistance. These prayers are typically passed down through generations and may be spoken in a specific language or dialect.

6. **Voodoo Dolls**: Contrary to popular misconceptions, Voodoo dolls are not used for causing harm but are symbolic tools for communication. They can represent a specific person or spirit and are employed in rituals to convey intentions, requests, or healing energy to the spirits associated with them.

It's important to note that communication with the spirits in Voodoo is a deeply spiritual and cultural practice, and the methods may vary among different Voodoo traditions and communities. Voodoo practitioners believe that these rituals and practices maintain a reciprocal relationship with the spirits, offering offerings and devotion in exchange for protection, guidance, and assistance in various aspects of life.

Masquerades and Voodoo in Africa: A Cultural Tapestry of Spiritual Expression

Africa is a continent rich in cultural diversity, and its spiritual practices are as varied as its landscapes. Among the many vibrant traditions that permeate African culture, masquerades and Voodoo (often spelled Vodun or Vodou) hold significant places in the hearts and lives of its people. This article explores the fascinating intersection of masquerades and Voodoo, shedding light on how these practices are intertwined with African spirituality.

**Masquerades: The Embodiment of Spirits**

Masquerades are a prominent cultural phenomenon across Africa, characterized by elaborate costumes, masks, and dances. These performances serve multifaceted purposes, including entertainment, social commentary, and spiritual expression. However, it's the latter aspect, the spiritual dimension, that ties masquerades to Voodoo and other indigenous African belief systems.

1. **Role of Ancestors**: In many African cultures, masquerades are a means of connecting with ancestors and spirits of the deceased. The masks and costumes worn by performers often represent these spirits. During masquerade ceremonies, participants believe that the spirits inhabit the masks and interact with the living. This interaction serves as a way to honor and seek guidance from the ancestors.

2. **Protection and Cleansing**: Some masquerades have protective roles in communities. They are believed to ward off evil spirits, illnesses, or other malevolent forces. These masquerades often perform purification rituals, symbolically cleansing the community and its members.

3. **Harvest and Fertility Celebrations**: Masquerades are frequently associated with agricultural and fertility rites. They may perform dances and rituals to ensure a bountiful harvest or to promote fertility among the community members.

4. **Social Order and Governance**: Masquerades also play a role in enforcing social norms and maintaining order within communities. They may act as judges, mediators, or enforcers of communal rules during their performances.

**Voodoo: The Spiritual Heartbeat**

Voodoo, a widely practiced religion across West Africa and its diaspora, is deeply entwined with masquerades and the spiritual fabric of the continent.

1. **Ancestor Worship**: Voodoo places a significant emphasis on ancestor worship, much like masquerades. Practitioners believe that the spirits of ancestors are ever-present and can influence the living. Offerings, rituals, and masquerade performances are ways to honor and seek the guidance of these spirits.

2. **Connection to Nature**: Voodoo, like many African belief systems, recognizes the close relationship between humans and nature. It views natural elements, such as rivers, forests, and animals, as inhabited by spirits. Masquerades often incorporate nature-centric symbolism in their performances.

3. **Trance and Possession**: Both Voodoo and certain masquerades involve altered states of consciousness. In Voodoo, devotees may enter trances and become possessed by spirits, similar to the possession experiences during some masquerade ceremonies. These states facilitate direct communication with the divine.

4. **Rituals and Sacrifices**: Offerings and sacrifices are common in both Voodoo and masquerade traditions. These rituals are believed to appease spirits and seek their favor.

**Cultural Resilience and Transformation**

While masquerades and Voodoo have endured the test of time and colonization, they have also adapted and evolved. In the African diaspora, especially in the Americas, they fused with other cultural elements and religions, giving rise to unique traditions such as Haitian Vodou and New Orleans Voodoo.

masquerades and Voodoo in Africa are vibrant expressions of spirituality, culture, and identity. They are living traditions that continue to shape the lives and beliefs of countless individuals and communities, offering insights into the enduring resilience and adaptability of African cultures in the face of change and adversity.

The timing for Voodoo practices, like many spiritual traditions, can vary depending on the specific tradition, the purpose of the practice, and the preferences of the practitioner. There is no universally "best" time for Voodoo practice, but certain times and occasions are commonly observed:

1. **Festival Days**: Many Voodoo traditions have specific festival days or holidays when practitioners gather to perform rituals and ceremonies. For example, in Haitian Vodou, the Festival of the Ancestors (Fèt Gede) is a significant event where people honor and communicate with their ancestors. These festivals often have fixed dates in the Voodoo calendar.

2. **Full Moon and New Moon**: Lunar phases are significant in various spiritual practices, including Voodoo. Some practitioners prefer to conduct rituals during the full moon or new moon, believing that these phases are particularly potent for spiritual work. The full moon is often associated with amplifying energy and intentions, while the new moon is seen as a time for new beginnings.

3. **Nighttime**: Many Voodoo rituals take place during the nighttime. This is believed to be a time when the veil between the spiritual and physical realms is thinner, making it easier to communicate with the spirits. Candlelit ceremonies, drumming, and dancing are common elements of Voodoo rituals conducted at night.

4. **Personal Preference**: Individual practitioners may have their own preferred times for Voodoo practice based on their personal experiences and beliefs. Some may feel a stronger connection to the spirits during specific times of the day or year.

5. **Life Events**: Voodoo is often integrated into various life events such as births, marriages, and funerals. The timing of these rituals is determined by the occurrence of these events.

6. **Consulting a Voodoo Priest/Priestess**: For more specific guidance on the timing of Voodoo practices, consulting a Voodoo priest or priestess is advisable. They can provide insights based on their knowledge and experience within their particular Voodoo tradition.

It's essential to remember that Voodoo is not a monolithic practice; it encompasses various traditions and regional variations, each with its own customs and beliefs. Therefore, the best time for Voodoo practice can differ significantly from one tradition to another. Additionally, Voodoo is deeply rooted in cultural and spiritual contexts, so practitioners often follow the customs passed down through generations within their specific communities.

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Death Note - A Faustian Purva Bhadrapada Parable

Probably one of the most famous animated television series, Death Note has gathered millions of fans all over the globe due to its exciting plot and twists of action. For those of us interested in looking a little deeper, we can very clearly see the themes of Purva Bhadrapada Nakshatra in this creation.

Nakshatra synergy for this series goes very deep, before we even get to the actual exploration. Not only is the author and writer a Purva Bhadrapada Moon native, but he also gave his characters personality profiles within the series itself, which included birthdays. Those birthdays make two protagonists, Light and L, a Purva Bhadrapada Sun and Moon consecutively. Assuming the author has no knowledge of Vedic Astrology, the energy of this Nakshatra was transferred down to his intuitive choice of character identities, which of course is a reflection of his own personal internal struggle.

I.

Ah! Now I’ve done Philosophy, I’ve finished Law and Medicine, And sadly even Theology: Taken fierce pains, from end to end. Now here I am, a fool for sure! No wiser than I was before.

We begin Purva Bhadrapada where Shatabhisha ended. In Shatabhisha we mastered all intellectual arts known to mankind, as well as religious and moral theory. However, in Purva Bhadrapda we feel the most deeply emptiness of knowledge and cold facts without wisdom and feeling to apply them. And thus, we spend all the time in this Nakshatra obsessively trying to fill the hole in our hearts, not really being able to use any of the rational means, that have worked previously at our disposal. As a result, we fill with ego and irrational belief what was filled with facts before. Similarly, Light is the perfect student and high achiever that everyone envies, the pride of his parents, but feels bored, empty and unfulfilled and views his perfection as emotionally meaningless, merely a starting point for the actual greatness he seeks.

II.

The theme of Purva Bhadrapada visible in Death Note is a moral dilemma - does a single person have the right to judge the actions of others? Should an individual elevate themselves above the crowd? Is there ever a situation, where one has the right to do so?

This contrast between man and society in Purva Bhadrapada comes from the fact, that this is the collective stage of Jupiter, where it reaches its apex, so personal interests of the individual are aimed at the collective. As a result, there is a karma of friction between individual belief and larger scale ideas. From the previous stage of Shatabhisha, one possesses the skill of socially blending in if necessary, the skill of perfect illusion, but underneath the smooth facade, true beliefs are starting to break through, ego hunger is rearing its ugly head, which is what causes such a strong dissonance, the “two faced nature” of this nakshatra.

III.

In reality, in Purva Bhadrapada one simply explores one's desire to eliminate all oppression and control the world according to one’s will instead of being controlled by it in any form. That desire is masked by belief in one’s own righteousness or even notions of self sacrifice for the greater good, contrasted with what one views as societal flaws, but there is an initial lack of authentic self examination. As a result, one’s actions are unpredictable and have a wide spectrum, that can be hardly defined as purely moral or righteous. Instead, they are driven by a desire for personal expansion.

Over time that leads to degeneration of one’s Humanity, as it becomes apparent that ego worship dominates over the human desire to actually do something good and contribute to the world. As a result, one is unable to admit one’s true nature to oneself, and the consciousness splits between an egoic righteous trip and an authentic desire to evoke positive change. In reality, the native simply desires to see one’s imprint on the world and is not really concerned with consequences of their actions on other people’s lives, to the extent they eliminate any external voices of reason. That is because voices of conscience keep defying the Purva Bhadrapada desire for extreme ego gratification.

IV.

A good man, in his darkest yearning, Is still aware of virtue’s ways.

However, despite intense attempts at externally manifesting one's internal concept of greatness, reality ultimately comes crashing down, and with it, the true awareness of moral implications of all one's actions. At this point, the "high" of the trip is over. What is also revealed, is that underneath the false comfort of the ego, the native's heart feels a sense of guilt over all the mistakes made on the path.

There is an interesting theme emerging in this Nakshatra. “Destruction comes not from the human being itself but from what gives it too much power”. A statement repeated many times in Death Note, that the true evil is the power to kill people. To prove that point, the moment Light loses the memory of Death Note and with it his supernatural advantage, his purity of heart and moral compass automatically return. It’s only the Death Note that reveals his psychopathic tendencies, and fate has put him, an otherwise decent person, into a fatal situation. The position of a human being existing simply as the plaything of the gods, being a force too insignificant, being at the mercy of fate. That is the theme of Jupiter, having too much power, too much goodness threatens to corrupt even the most decent individual.

V.

Yes, I’ve surrendered to this thought’s insistence, The last word Wisdom ever has to say: He only earns his Freedom and Existence, Who’s forced to win them freshly every day.

When Jupiter in Purva Bhadrapada finally matures, one understands, that merit only comes from continuous effort and character building, which over time forms into a solid habit, at which point Jupiter matures into Saturn.

We never see this happen in Death Note, as Light dies defiant in his dark side. However, we can explore the positive development through L, his Purva Bhadrapada polarity. L commits his life to the relentless duty of righting the wrongs of society, to the point that he doesn’t have a private life. He makes financial and personal sacrifices in his determination to wake up every day doing something for the world, knowing his contribution is irreplaceable, and ultimately he dies passing on his life’s work to make sure his ideas remain immortal and any unfinished business is wrapped up. This is also where Jupiter accepts the possibility of death and realizes that while all men must die, what matters is how you die - ultimately achieving your goal even after your death, like L, or disgraced, like Light.

That’s why in Saturn’s stage, which comes next, we learn refinement and personal self control. We work to become better people with our attitude as a habit, instead of focusing on ego development. This is, however, wisdom reserved for the next stage, so if it is reached in Purva Bhadrapada, it coincides with the character's Death, just as the quote I used escapes Faust’s dying lips.

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MORI IS NOT A PEDO. DAZAI IS NOT A WOMANIZER OR 2D. A rant about the BSD universe, characters, and fanfic writers and how people mischaracterize the MCs

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK NO LONGER HUMAN

Ok so, for those of who don't know in BUNGOSTRAYDOGS ANIME each main character was based off an actual writer and the character's came to be a blend of the universe/anime mixed with the novelist's books. For example, Dazai Osmau wrote the book No Longer Human which explains the tale of a man who had been acting his entire life, struggles with depression, fitting into society and eventually at the end comes out as gay (shoutout to the soukou shippers because this practically confirms the ship is canon). It shows how Dazai is more then a womenizer and comedian whereas in the anime we just take the character at surface level.

I'm a fanfic reader, I enjoy alot of different stories and right now I'm reading StrayBoundIsakai on AO3, amazing fanfic to some extent. I love it and whatnot but they included some notes on NaomiXTanizaki, and like a true fan I've done a bit of reasearch on the books written by the characters (I read crime and punishment+No longer human because those are my favs plus another Dostoyevsky book I can't remember the name of) So y'know it annoyed me to see people claiming that Tanizaki and Naomi are an actual incest couple because they are not. Here's my theory, Tanizaki n Naomi arent real siblings, in the book Naomi by Tanizaki two lovers have to pretend to be siblings to hide from a man who I'm pretty sure forced Naomi into a relationship with him, ill read the book prob tmrw if i got time, and its a common theroy that Naomi in bsd isnt even real, shes a hallucination ofa dead girl made by light snow ability. So one or the other.

We don't have any confirmation as to pretty much any of the BSD characters so we don't know the details between Tanizaki and Naomi as they've been kept secret. BSD is an odd anime because it goes from silly detective to vampire outbreak, to Fyodor is god, but within layers there are so many hidden clues on what the real story is.

Dazai is a tricky one for me because i've read so many theories on him but my favorite is why he abuses Akutagawa. Dazai is abusive to Akutagawa bc if he isnt and praises aku then aku loses his reason to lvie and be better then he alreayd is, akutagawa needs to be told he's a failure, dazais nice to atsushi bc atsushi is already so far broken if he doesn't get praise he'll go insane and suicide or smth similar. Dazai's character and entire personality is within the book no longer human (amazing read would recommend but it will mess you up) people often call him a womanizer but it's him simply trying to fake a personality as to what he deems is the most likeable persona or sterotypical persona. He's not annoying, his entire personality is a facade in which he's just trying to be likeable because he has no clue how he's suppose to act. In the PM/dark era/15 dazai he acted cold and ruthless because that was what was to be expected of him. Dazai has no personality, he's a pathological manipulator, YALL PLEASE READ NO LONGER HUMAN IF YOU ARE A DAZAI FAN.

And then Mori... PEOPLE PLEASE STOP SAYING HE'S A PEDOFILE. I'm going to take context from a reddit thread and the link will be posted because the post I'm quoting omg is amazing helped me so much, "Elise is the character of a short story by Mori, "The Dancing Girl" [a japanese student in Germany falls in love with a 17yo local girl who was poor and danced for a living, they have a complicated relationship until the guy chooses Japanese Moral Integrity over Love and goes back home. The girl realizes she was pregnant and goes mad, the student finds out and has painful regrets because he wanted a child/family and truly loved the girl" "In "The Dancing Girl", in the end the girl was pregnant with the student's child. Could BSD Elise herself be that child? Well, I don't very much believe this actually (imo BSD Mori and Elise don't have a father-daughter kind of relationship, I will elaborate), but anyway it's something that popped up in my mind. 2) I'm sure I read this somewhere, though I can't remember the source rn, that RL Mori himself said that his sexuality is "like that of a child", meaning that he does not really feel sexual attraction but he understands love and affection, and he stated that he loved his wife and children. So, my personal opinion is that Elise could be just that part of him. That's why it's shaped like a child. (+ Little side note idk if it's something worth mentioning but Elise has blue eyes, blonde hair, western outfit... Is she European? Given RL Mori's literary tastes I mentioned at the start, Asagiri might have chosen this specific design on purpose?).  Anyway that brings me to my next point: What is Mori and Elise's relationship in BSD? Like I was saying, Elise is literally a part of Mori, so she is Mori himself, his preferences, the influences he had, etc. He loves and cares for her because he loves and cares for himself. After all, Mori is not shown being "affectionate" towards other kids: there were Q and Kyōka right there but Mori never showed interest in them if not to exploit their abilities. So is BSD Mori a pedo yes or no?? Here we are. I think BSD Mori might be asexual (as for RL Mori, he probably was, but we'll never really know, also who knew about asexuality in 1800-1900s lol). That said, the character is never shown feeling sexual attraction (and reminder that pedophile means sexually attracted to children, y'all say this word so lightly smh). But Mori really says a lot of inappropriate stuff, doesn't he? Fukuzawa was shocked and Elise picks on him. But what if the shtick is that he just doesn't realize that he appears sus to others, exactly because anything he does isn't intended as sexual in his pov? He's a criminal mastermind but he also probably thinks dressing up Elise is like dressing up a doll and saying she's his wife is like playing house."

Asagiri prob just made him seem creepy because guess what HE'S A MAFIA BOSS LIKE WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?! Link is here please read: reddit.com/r/BungouStrayDogs/comments/17zes5z/vita_sexualis/

Reading or watching videos of recaps on the BSD writers made me hate so many fanfics honestly.... I shared all of these thoughts with my friend @kreepyveebs because they wanted to makea Ranpo fanfic and I figured I should also make a post on this.

I'm going to link a channel who made videos on Dostoyevsky's books just because it helps clearify what Fyodor is even talking about/explaining in the books, it's also a psychology channel so I recommend just binge watchin this guy https://www.youtube.com/@unsolicitedadvice9198

Can writers and theorists also please start figuring out what made Kunikida have his ideals, or made Ranpo the way he is? Ranpo wrote black lizards so me and Kreepy have made the theory of he had mafia parents or somehting similar, maybe related to Hiroshi? (im pretty sure i got his name wrong- ack), stop focusing on just the mains, like jeez.

SHOUTOUT TO @kreepyveebs (second ping mwahhaha) THEYRE AN AMAZING ARTIST AND WRITER AND YOU SHOULD 100% FOLLOW THEM IF YOU SEE THIS POST.

oh yeah @unknowntalesbymiles you should enjoy this post so ping for you!