#their personalities are complete opposite

[bbokicidal]

skz + cucking

You read the title. Synopsis: Based off of a request asking who SKZ would most want to be cucked by and why.

Genre: Smut Pairing: OT8 x Afab!Reader Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) Notes: None ~

Chan: Minho. Honestly, I think he would be totally fine being cucked by any of the boys; But if it were up to him, and the one that would rile him up the most, is Minho. He's just a little bit younger, and he's the 'uptight, stoic, older brother but somehow mom' of the group - And Chan just thinks Minho deserves a little break and to be able to relax for a while instead of looking out for the Youngers of the group. So, naturally, Chan tells you to ride Minho until he's pink in the ears and near to tears.

Minho: Jeongin. Guy gets off on seeing you with the youngest. He partially likes watching you two get it on because he likes seeing the way Jeongin fumbles with you and is a little surprised that you're so bratty and pushing his patience to see what riles him up and gets him rough. Jeongin expected you to be more submissive, given he figured Minho was the more dominant person in the relationship. Little did he know; This was just what happened when you had two tops who bit at each other and pushed the limits. Jeongin just had to figure out how to handle you.

Changbin: Seungmin. He loves seeing you with Seungmin; Either using his favorite younger to get yourself off, or letting the vocalist take out some of his frustrations on you. Seungmin didn't have a partner of his own so he always came to Changbin if he was needing to blow off some steam, asking if he could borrow you for the night - And Changbin always agreed on the condition that he could be in the room. Seungmin never minded, he actually kind of liked having his favorite Hyung watching. Even if it felt a little dirty using his sweetheart like this...

Hyunjin: Chan. Chan, all the way - but not for the reasons you may be thinking. Hyunjin wants you with Chan and Chan only because he trusts the eldest with everything he has. He trusts Chan to take care of you the way you deserve, to be as romantic as him and to be careful with you when something happens that might be a little more rough. He wants you in good hands and he trusts Chan to be delicate with you. (I'm sure you were hoping I'd say you get devoured and fucked hard the by Red Lights duo and you do, but only when they both need to let off some steam. Otherwise it's usually more romantic and soft.)

Jisung: Hyunjin. Jisung is antsy when it comes to sex; He's touchy, fumbling, rushing ahead of himself and always trying to get the most he can out of the time he has with you - so Hyunjin being with you is perfect because he is the complete opposite. Hyunjin's a romantic and is setting the room up with candles and rose petals, taking you by the hand and kissing you so sweetly while Jisung sits helpless in the corner. Jisung loves watching it all, sitting out and just observing, but because he's so antsy you do have to tie his hands to the armrests of the chair so he can't get up and try to join.

Felix: Changbin. Felix is NOT going to pass up the chance to see you with his favorite Hyung. He isn't super huge on being sucked in general but if it's Changbin, he'll let anything slide. And seeing Changbin being able to manhandle you so easily (not that Felix can't, he just can't toss you and lift you all that easily because of his back) makes Felix determined to work out more often. His favorite part to see is when Changbin literally folds you in half to fuck you easier. He's always learning new positions and techniques from his Hyung. <3

Seungmin: Jisung. Seungmin doesn't trust many of the guys with you because some of them can be so rough in the bedroom and he knows that because he swears he's heard all of them fucking at least once through the years of living together and swapping roommates. He likes listening sometimes, but watching one of his group members with you is so much more exhilarating. And of course he's picking Jisung to ask if he wants to join because he knows the answer will be yes and because he trusts Jisung to not rip you in half in bed. He also finds it a bit amusing how quickly Jisung moves with you, grabbing at your body to try and feel over every inch before his time with you is up.

Jeongin: Felix. His favorite Hyung is always welcome to join the two of you in the bedroom, but Jeongin knows well that he himself isn't interested in a threesome. Not with another guy, at least. So when Felix asks to join in some nights, Jeongin is always happy to say yes and invite him over to the apartment; And Jeongin is never upset about not being able to have sex with you because he's just as happy watching his favorite member taking care of you. Though he always ends up being a bit surprised by how feral Felix can get when it comes to you.

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[hotvintagepoll]

Diahann Carroll + Sidney Poitier (Paris Blues)—they only made one movie but please please please please please PLEASE include them, they are so so iconic and beautiful and this tournament would not be complete without them they're so iconic pleeeeaseaeseeeeee [editor's note: ok sure]

Paul Newman + Robert Redford (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Sting)—My god, their chemistry. It's iconic. And very very sexy. They're kind of canonically in a throuple in the first one, so that's kind of like playing an actual romance. But also, they're the central relationships of both films and their inexplicable devotion to each other is a key driving force in them. Those blue eyed bastards. I love them.

These are the finals of the hot couples tournament. Each poll lasts for a week. Please reblog with propaganda for your favorite hot couple. There are no other polls since this is the final, but if you want to see the history of the tournament, click here.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Carroll + Poitier:

"they're just so incredibly sexy together"

Newman + Redford:

The following propaganda was submitted by the anon who lives in my vents:

[drags self out of the vents reeking of stale gasoline] SO ABOUT THAT NEW MINI POLL.......may i suggest: ROBERT REDFORD and PAUL NEWMAN in BUTCH CASSIDY AND THE SUNDANCE KID. MY REASONING:

thagt was some of tha gayest shit i've ever seen in my entire life and i'm only 23

but for realsies, that movie was literally a love story between butch n sundance. every single thing they did, they did together

THEY'RE EVEN PERFECT OPPOSITES IN PERSONALITY—butch is the optimistic guy who never shuts up and is less intimidating than he looks; sundance is the pessimistic brooder who looks harmless because he's pretty, but is the most dangerous guy you'll ever meet

AND THEN,,,,,, EVEN WHEN THEY (SPOILERS) HAD THAT THROUPLEY THING GOING ON WITH ETTA IN BOLIVIA, AND ETTA EVENTUALLY WANTED TO LEAVE, SUNDANCE STILL CHOSE TO STAY WITH BUTCH AND DIE RATHER THAN LIVE A SEMI-SAFE LIFE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!! LIKE!!!!!! GIRL WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THE FINAL SCENE I—i need to stare at a WALL—

plus the fact that paul newman and robert redford were actually besties irl meant that their chemistry was OFF THE CHARTS. even when i was A VERY STUPID LITTLE KID and i watched that movie for the first time, i was like ".......so um... are they, like, in love with each other and that lady?"

PLUS THE FACT THAT THE MOVIE WAS DIRECTED BY THE SAME GUY WHO WOULD LATER DIRECT THE STING AND THAT MOVIE WAS JUST AS, IF NOT MORE GAY, I—

O-|-< (← me lying dead on the ground)

THE TRUST, THE INTIMACY, THE BANTER, THE LOYALTY, THE INHERENT HOMOEROTICISM OF DYING SIDE BY SIDE—

they're gay, your honour.

ergo, dear mod, i humbly ask that you consider two of my blorbos for the mini poll bracket <3 if you need more information, literally just dm me or tag me, i'll be hangin' out in the vents 😎🤙🏼 as usual (unless my house explodes into bats)

[eeksburner]

Simon Riley x Wife!Reader

I cannot stop thinking about Ghost and being a cute domestic wife for him

Tw: Intense gender roles, kinda stalker Simon, smut if you squint

(Note: I am not a tradwife nor do I condone forcing gender roles and societal pressures onto anyone, I just wanna be a cutesy wife for Simon Riley)

Simon prefers you call him Simon over Ghost. He thinks that since he's literally married to you, there's no reason for you to call him by his call sign. Calling him Simon is much more intimate for him and he likes separating you from everything he endures as Ghost. He just wants to be your Simon.

He knows he's gone for long periods of time. Time you spend not talking to him or doing couple things. He makes up for it, though, by doing anything you want when he's at home. If you're tired of planning, he's got you. Simon has a whole list of random things to suggest when you just want to be taken care of without worry.

He LOVES spoiling you. In his line of work, he gets down and dirty. He loves knowing you don't have to do anything of the sort (unless you want to). He pays for your nails to keep them pretty, unlike his dirty, battered ones. He will get you monthly subscriptions to whatever you want, beauty boxes, gaming passes, entertainment, etc. All luxuries he can't experience while at work. Simon knowing you're the opposite of him, clean, spoiled, safe, is enough to keep him working forever. Giving you everything he can't have. His love isn't all monetary, but a lot of it is when he's away.

Simon loves watching you. He gets major anxiety about you when he's away. To help with this, he installed security cameras in and around the house. When he gets the luxury of a WiFi signal, he'll check in on you. If you happen to see a little green light flash on while eating, relaxing, cooking, or any other mundane task, you'll offer him a smile and a wave. Sometimes you'll blow him a kiss (or give him a private show).

We all know Simon is physically fit, but that doesn't mean he has any type of expectation for you. He loves whatever you have to offer him, as long as you're in good mental and physical health (remember, being physically healthy comes in different shapes and sizes!) Simon is completely enamored with you. He believes he was blessed to be the only man on earth to be married to a real goddess. He would build a statue of you by hand (if he wasn't so bad at any type of art). If you want to go to the gym, he'll buy you the best membership he can. If you don't, he'll buy you something else that occupies your time.

Simon loves feeding into your hobbies, whatever they may be. Coming home and seeing something new you created or hearing about something you've learned makes his day 10x brighter.

You love cooking for him. It took a lot to break down his walls and food is one of them. He appreciates the time and effort it takes to plan and execute a meal as well as the skill needed to cook as well as you do. The best brands and foods for his wife only! Nothing makes him feel more full of you and your love than when he's eating something you've made for him, other than when he praises you and you get a little twinkle in your eyes and a smile on your face.

You also happen to love keeping the house nice for him. You clean fairly often, though it's not hard to keep up after one person (and any pets you may have). You like knowing he's trusted you with one of his largest assets, his home. It gives you a sense of power knowing you're the only person who controls what kind of house he comes home to. Messy, clean, minimal, tacky, bright, dark, etc. Simon appreciates anything and everything you do for the house. Knowing you've gotten everything taken care of and decorated in a way you both like is like heaven to him and lifts a huge weight off his shoulders. He loves smelling a clean house after smelling nothing but dirt, blood, gun powder, and stinky men for days. (He couldn't care less if the house was a cardboard box, as long as you were there and you still loved him.)

If you want to work, go to school, learn a trade, or be a stay at home, he supports you. You don't even have to explain yourself to him, Simon trusts you so much that even if you were to say "I don't know" he would hear trumpets because an angel just spoke to him.

Nsfw: Despite what people may think, Simon typically isn't a dom. He spend a majority of his time directing people and being an authoritative figure at work. That isn't even mentioning how tolling it can be knowing you took a life and the physical exhaustion his work takes. He likes being taken care of, however you see fit. Sometimes he'll be a dom, but only if he's been away from work and needs to let off some steam.

The sweetest ever. Cuddles, words of affirmation, snacks, whatever you need. He feels as though his sole purpose since he met you is to make you feel like nothing less than a deity. Sometimes he'll get insecure over his ability to take care of you or not being around, but one kiss from you, perfect you, and the perfect life you maintain for you both and it fades away.

Overall, Simon Riley is the hottest, most doting husband to exist, ever.

[777rare]

ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT.10

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

This also has an 18+ touch here and there so you can skip if you're uncomfy with such themes or YOU ARE A KID.

•I've observed that those who are born natural actors have strong Moon influence in their chart. This is because moon is responsible for our emotions and our ability to handle our emotions. Our ability to express what's deep within our mind and heart [expression does not just have to be verbal (mercury)].

So a native with strong Moon influence on the ascendant (esp. harsh aspects), or even venus and even having moon aspect asteroids like Actor or Talent can make us understand that they are born actors. These people become amazing and unique artists in any area of expression and emotions.

Even people with Moon in the 5th house, 10th house and 11th house become naturally born actors. These people are naturally very talented in anything expressive and informal (informal, in the sense, what allows them to expand and not be restricted, things that involve thinking outside the box and not having to curb down their talents).

I've noticed so many all rounders have this placement. I have also observed that people having moon aspect chiron or in water signs can make the person use their hurt emotions to better perform in acting (esp. when they have moon in the 10th house). Ex: Alia Bhatt, Tom Hanks, Vikrant Massey.

Even natives having moon in a water/air signs can become the most talented actor if they also have 5th house placements. Ex: Kamal Haasan, Rajnikant.

Examples:

From left to right:

1st row: Zendaya, Vikrant Massey, Kamal Haasan

2nd row: Lady Gaga, Tom Hanks, Alia Bhatt

• Saturn in the 5th house natives find it very hard to open up their heart easily. A lot of trust issues when it comes to love. These people do not date many people in their life but whenever they do, it goes on for a while like many months to even a year. Even a couple of years but finding a committed partner is not easy for them. When I say dating, I mean offline dating.

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• Saturn CONTRACTS while Jupiter EXPANDS. Whenever Saturn sits will result in contraction of the area often pushing the individual to try and expand that area or work on that area so it grows but all efforts result in slow progress along with little positive results. Wherever Jupiter sits is where there is massive expansion in your life and that area continues to grow more and more as you keep working on that area.

Ex: Saturn in 11th house = subjects related to friend circle, elder sibling, social settings, expressing yourself, future plans, etc.

Jupiter in 9th house = subjects related to knowledge, philosophy, various cultures and traditions, religions, foreign languages, travelling, pilgrimages, teachers, etc.

• How do you know if a Scorpio Mars really loves you? (Romantically)

Even if they're frustrated or angry, they'll try their level best to speak kindly with you. You are their soft spot. They can't look at you in the eye when they say hurtful stuff because at that moment they aren't feeling well and they know damn well what they're saying ain't true. They will never lash out on you..no matter how angry they are, they'll make sure not to throw that all on you.

From my observation, these people will literally say the most mean shit to anyone when they're frustrated, tired or angry. They won't mind lashing out on them or just saying them to 'fuck off-' when they are in a bad mood but they'll do the complete opposite with the person they love. They are very sensitive towards the feelings of the person they love and this can be quite a struggle for them to handle because they're so used to just saying mean shit to people without hesitation when pissed and now they don't wanna hurt the person they love aww😮‍💨 They'd rather go punch a wall than to say something extremely rude to the person they love.

[speaking from experience]

• Again, like I mentioned in my other post, A lot of people aren't aware that Moon is also a very sexually driven planet. Where Moon sits and which sign Moon sits in can indicate how sexual you are deep down, like what turns you on, what makes you want to have the baby of a person, what makes you wanna rip that person's shirt off, etc.

Example:

✓Moon in the 10th and 11th house or in Capricorn and Aquarius natives are freaky as hell deep down when it comes to sex. They want the type of sex that involves handcuffs, blindfolds, vibrators, tying up the hands, etc. They honestly want the type of sex that breaks the bed lol.

✓Water Mars and Mars in water houses natives want to get dominated by their partner. They want to be put on their knees or told what to do in the bedroom by their partner. They also like positions that involve lot of rotation and touching the partners most delicate parts like the nipples, etc.

✓ In astrology the flavours of food and types of food are represented by different planets, being:

Sweets are ruled by Venus.

Alcohol and drugs are ruled by neptune.

Salt is ruled by Saturn. Also dark coloured foods and bitter food.

Yellow or orange coloured Foods are ruled by Sun. Even foods with rich flavour and strong taste.

Red colour vegetables or food and spicy food are ruled by Mars. Also food that induce heat in the body.

Fats are ruled by Jupiter.

Milk, bland foods and dairy products are ruled by Moon.

Green and leafy vegetables are ruled by Mercury.

Consuming a lot of that food item can indicate that planet (ruling the food) being strong in the chart.

Few food examples for each planet:

Moon: Cucumber, watermelon, milk, coconut, papaya, water, algae, seafood (crab, mussels, oysters, clams…), cabbage, soups, noodles, eggs.

Sun: Citrus (orange, lemon), cinnamon, egg yolks, sunflower oil & seeds, ginger, saffron, grapes, peaches.

Mercury: Cabbage, Broccoli, Spinach, green Capsicum, nuts (cashew, walnuts, pistachio), lemongrass, dill, lavender, berries, fiber-rich foods (bananas, plums).

Venus: Honey, figs, mango, avocado, fatty food (duck grease…), greens, sugar, dates, cakes & biscuits, sweet potatoes, plantain.

Mars: red meat, spices (Chili, cayenne & sichuan pepper), tomatoes, basil, black coffee, curries, pepper, raspberries, redcurrant.

Jupiter: Fish, (peanut) butter, fried foods, seed oil, saffron, bananas, “umami” foods.

Saturn: Sesame seeds, Salt, lentils, oats, rice, pickles, kimchi, soy, root veggies (radish), durian, pickles.

• Is it just me or does every single person with water placements and 4rth,8th and 12th house placements always wonder how others go about their day without spirituality and the universal guidance...like I always wonder how can one even go about their day without chatting with the universe😅😂 but also I'm then very much happy and grateful that I was chosen among others to walk this beautiful path.

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• Cancer over the 8th house/ Cancer Mars = Masochistic people. They love sex that involves biting, hickeys and yeah, all those kinds of stuff. My friend has this and she bites anyone she really likes and loves...yes, she bit me😂 and no,not like the literal biting, it's a soft kind of one don't worry. My fellow Cancer Mars's and 8th housers aren't cannibals, chill😂👍

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• Where Saturn sits is the area we criticize more or get criticized and put down more than we are celebrated. Ex: Saturn in the 4rth house makes a native get put down, get a lot of empty promises and getting disappointed later and get hurt by their family, specifically the mother, rather than being appreciated for what the native has achieved and being motivated by his/her family more. This native's emotions and pain are also ridiculed or not taken seriously by their family members. Lack of emotional support and lot of criticism from the persons family.

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• Where Neptune site is where you are a little too liberal for the sake of 'the subject of the house'. Also you are a bit too open there or tend to overshared there too. Ex: Neptune in the 5th house = love, romance and fun. Neptune in the 11th house = Having friends and connection, etc.

Thankyou for Reading through this today!

Have a great day and I hope you all stay for the next one😊❤️

[a-sea-with-no-shores]

This has quickly become a pet peeve of mine in English subtitling of Chinese shows. Xiao Lanhua says "没事吧" méishì ba, which often gets translated as "Are you OK(/all right/etc.)?" and that makes sense. It's the same sentiment. So you could say this is a correct translation.

However... if there's body language into the reply, the result is totally misleading. The common "correct" translation is incorrect because it completely reverses the meaning of the interaction.

If we're putting it into English and paying attention both to grammar and context, 没事吧 méishì ba means something closer to "is something wrong?" or, depending on the situation, "are you hurt?"

More literally, the question is closer to "no issues?" or "There's nothing wrong?"

So a head-shake, or an answer of 没事, actually means "Nothing's wrong/I'm fine/It's OK/It's nothing".

The subtitles make it seem as though the person being spoken to is admitting that something is wrong and they're not OK, when in fact that's the opposite of what they're communicating.

(Of course, we have to put aside the fact that characters seem to lie more often than not about whether they're actually OK 😭)

Line-by-line translation, the idea that language 1 phrase always = language 2 phrase as though it's some simple code, and machine translation all introduce a lot of errors like this. Honestly I suspect a lot of streaming site translation is done line-by-line, possibly without referring to the video, because there's so much time pressure and pay for translators is minimal to nonexistent. (disclaimer: I'm just a Chinese-learner myself, not a native speaker!)

Love Between Fairy and Devil 苍兰诀 (2022) ep. 18 / 26 / 28 - are you okay?

[hauntingmisery]

i know stobotnik dynamic’s been established in the fandom since day 1 and sunshine/moon is a classic for a reason but. just think about it for a second 

there’s almost nothing we know about pre-canon and pre-working together stobotnik. ivo jokes about being an orphan (jokes as coping mechanism let’s gooo) a couple of times and lee mentioned seeing stone as an orphan as well, both of them being very lonely and detached from human connections since childhood thus becoming very dependent on each other 

we also know how much of a competent badass stone is in that second movie prequel comic 

so imagine younger agent stone – no family, excellent military/espionage training, the next smartest person in the room after robotnik, cynical and cold 

and ivo – expressive attention seeking clown that probably got so much government funding by being the loudest robotnik in history, enjoying all the tiptoeing from the generals that feeds his ego on daily basis 

walters moves in mysterious ways, not god-like but more of a way too nosy grandfather-like. we can only imagine why he approved of the idea to get them to work together 

stone’s first day? 

robotnik is excited to show off his superiority in the rudest way possible, maybe even prepares a couple of new insults, confident to scare off yet another stupid little ant (so what if agent’s file is completely classified, nothing robotnik hasn’t seen before, that’s the line of work they’re in after all) 

agent stone is not easily impressed. he’s got blood on his hands, he changed so many identities he doesn’t know who he is anymore. and he feels so numb inside that he’s not even interested in finding out. so he’s not impressed by insults 

he is, however, impressed by something else, don’t worry 

robotnik’s seen as a robot by everyone around him. but robot is something that works for human, does what it’s told, no questions asked. that’s the opposite of ivo robotnik. stone is much closer to that definition 

and robotnik is easy. few cups of coffee, a compliment here and there, pretend to be less smart than you actually are so he gets an ego boost, ask something so he can yapp your ears off, sort his emails, call generals basic and boom – you got yourself perfectly functioning and somewhat satisfied evil genius 

now back to the impressive part: robotnik is impulsive to the point he’s awfully honest. his needs are very loud and oh isn’t it addictive to be needed for the first time in your life. he pokes stone for attention so hard it’s almost cute 

stone starts to smile and laugh, not just polite or passive aggressive way but genuinely happy to see robotnik goofing around 

robotnik picks up stone’s paranoia about security, thinks twice before spilling his biggest ambitions to the government, but invites stone to see his private ruling-the-world vision board

im not saying they changed each other for the better cause. you know. a villain and an enabler. but they definitely made each other happier

we saw how shocked ivo was when he realised someone actually cared about him. imagine what could’ve happened if he knew how much of an impact he had on another person himself. okay i’ll go cry in my corner now 

anyway tldr: they match each other’s freak and we are happy for them

[darthwhorecrux]

Based on this wonderful request from my baby girl @tomitsulikeslemons !!!! DADDY SHINJI (literally)

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Somehow, you knew there was new life growing inside of you. A woman's intuition, you supposed, but the positive test result in front of you confirmed it.

You were pregnant with your husband, Shinji Hirako's child.

At this verified discovery, a flurry of emotions hit you at once, and you began to sob. Overwhelmed, you sank to your knees in the bathroom as you tried to comprehend what this meant, your world flipped upside down without the need for your husband's zanpakuto. You were ready and you were not, excited and terrified, confident and insecure. One moment you were smiling, crying happily and laughing through your tears, and the next your brows were furrowing together, worry tugging at your heart that what if you weren't a good mother? What was going to happen to you now that you were going to be responsible for another human? Were you a bad person for thinking these things? No, you were happy. So, so happy. Putting your hand on your belly, you hadn't met your child yet, and you already had so much love for them, more love than you had for anything or anyone else in this world.

And speaking of love, Shinji, you breathed, your silly Shinji, your other half, the father of your child, what would he think?

You had talked about having children with him, so the concept wasn't entirely foreign, but you weren't exactly trying per se. He never disapproved of the idea, but this was sure to be overwhelming for him too. How would he take this?

He'd been so busy as a Captain now, you hadn't even got around to telling him that night. Or the next. It wasn't until the third night that the truth became too heavy for you to carry on your own.

He was being stupid and oblivious, too busy thinking with his dick and trying to get you out of your clothes. The kind of behavior that got you in this situation in the first place, he initially didn't notice your anxious mannerisms.

But your dearest wasn't a complete moron as so many thought of him. Observant, sensitive, and intuitive, when he snaked his arms around you from behind, you felt him still.

"Wait a minute," he whispered before spinning you around to face him, pressing a hand into your chest to confirm his suspicions. "You're shaking, and your heart's racing. Sweetheart?"

The jig was up. You tried to smile, but it came out crooked and frightened. It only made his face further contort with worry.

"I have something to tell you," you confessed timidly.

Shinji frowned deeply and released you. "Oh, shit. Please don't divorce me."

You couldn't help but scoff at him. "You dork! I'm not going anywhere!" He always had a way of making you laugh when you needed it most, but you couldn't keep putting this off. You exhaled shakily, "actually, it's quite the opposite..."

The poor, confused bastard. He raised an eyebrow at you, not quite following. "The opposite? The opposite..." He narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Shinji." Exasperated, you grabbed the hand he dropped from your heart, splaying his fingers over your stomach. "I'm pregnant."

His narrowed eyes shot open, brightening at your words. He looked at your tummy, as if he'd already find a bulge there, then back up at you again, then back down, then back up. He was being so quiet, your man who normally never shut up, it unnerved you. You were raising your eyebrows at him expectantly, needing him to say something, anything.

Then he was kneeling before you, putting both of his hands on your stomach, in disbelief that his child, his, was growing somewhere in there. "No way," he breathed, smoothing his palms over the surface of your torso. "You're pregnant? Really?" He looked up from where he knelt, his sharp features gone soft.

"Mhm." You nodded, smiling gently, his softness contagious.

Shinji looked at your belly again, gasping in disbelief, processing your words. His silence again worried you, made you reach for his hair and tangle your fingers through it, hoping to get his attention.

He shot up from where he knelt, startling you, scooping you into his arms and spinning you around in a flash, whooping and hollering maniacally. He placed you back on your feet to hug you and deliver sloppy, innocent smooches all over your face, smothering you.

He pulled back, panting, holding you by your shoulders. "I knew I was a sharp shooter, but this - this!" He shook you, laughing. "Holy shit! I'm gonna be a dad! I'm really gonna be a dad!" He chanted, grinning wide. "And you!" His voice broke off as he curled a hand around your jaw, looking utterly soft and kissable again. "Oh, my little mommy! My sweet baby's havin' a baby! My baby's gonna be a mommy!"

Emotion exploded almost painfully in your chest as you were reminded of that fact for a second time. You were going to be a mother, and him a father. The father of your child. The statement didn't seem true, but alas, it was. His excitement made tears spring from your eyes all over again. Your lip wobbled but strained into a smile as you joined in his laughter. He understood the weight of your emotions, pulling you into his chest in a suffocating embrace to sob it out. He rubbed your back and thought aloud over and over again, "I'm gonna be a dad. We're gonna be parents."

You stayed in his arms for a long time, standing there, and then in bed, relishing in the comfort and safety you felt when you were with him. You were grateful your child would grow up to experience the same, to be loved and protected by someone so special. When you were finally calmed down enough, he had something else to say.

"I'm gonna be such a dilf."

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The seasons were different, more meaningful, as your baby grew through each of them. The rest of the autumn and holiday season was special now that there was an impending addition to your family. As the leaves fell and the weather changed, you were reminded of the change happening within you. You frequently made and shared cozy, nourishing meals and treats with Shinji, spent more time cuddled up with him rubbing your belly and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as the evenings got darker and colder. Quality time spent with him was more frequent, slower, more deliberate.

At holiday festivals with your friends, you and Shinji had to find ways to cover the fact that you weren't throwing back drinks as you normally would, being that the pregnancy was still only in the beginning stages and you had yet to break the news to them. You were never alone, your husband always at your side, careful, calculating, safeguarding.

"Oh, she's not feeling well tonight," he'd speak for you, protectively slinging an arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side, glaring at the person prodding you.

On the occasion that he let you respond, you'd save yourself with something as simple and uncomfortable as "ah, I've been putting on some pounds recently, and I'm trying to cut back on the extra calories," pretending that you were ashamed of your growing stomach when really you were elated.

"Yeah, you are looking a little more filled out these days," Soi Fon replied impassively when you told her this, making your jaw drop despite the fact that you were mostly lying.

"What the hell does that mean?" You had to pull Shinji back from getting into an argument with her, nervously laughing it off and excusing her blunt nature.

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Then came the harsh winter, and you didn't mind so much being stuck indoors this year. You enjoyed staying at home with your little bun in the oven, taking long, warm baths, lighting candles, asking Shinji to bring you home whatever you were craving that day. You were actually starting to fill out now, and so you shared the news with a few close compatriots in the new year.

"Oh, congratulations!" Orihime beamed, hugging you, holding your hand, and talking your ear off about motherhood, being that she already had a little boy with Ichigo.

"Yeah, congrats." Ichigo smiled in agreement, proudly slapping Shinji on the back. "Little scary that Hirako's gonna be a dad, but congrats!"

"HEY!" Your husband frowned.

Rukia asked you about the gender as she watched her own little girl playing with Renji, if you had a preference for a boy or girl. You explained that you and Shinji agreed to let the gender be a surprise, coming up with a variety of names should your child be a boy or girl. You'd both be happy no matter who your child turned out to be, gracious that you were even blessed enough to have a child at all, or so Shinji told you. For every boy name he came up with, there were 3 more girl names. You never nagged him about it, but you had the inkling he wanted to be a girl dad.

Now that people were starting to find out, he was increasingly going all "dad mode," as he called it, not caring who was around to witness it. Shinji always had a bit of a protective streak, but now...you couldn't so much as step outside without him rushing to your side, holding your hand or arm to help you along.

"You could slip on ice!" He'd reason.

"My love, it's nearly fifty degrees out today. There's no ice."

You couldn't blame his overprotective behavior much. You were going through a lot of behavioral changes as well, much worse than anything he was.

For one, you had become incredibly needy for him. It was odd. You'd thought you wouldn't want to be touched being that you were swelling up, but on the contrary, you were constantly in heat, begging for him to satisfy you no matter the place or time.

"You sure you want this? What if I accidentally poke junior?" He'd grin and tease you.

"You're big, but you're not that big, Shinji. Just fuck me already."

"Ouch. So impatient, momma," he tsked. "But I guess I've got to take care of my wife, don't I?"

And for another thing, you were a rollercoaster of uncontrollable emotions, especially the more your pregnancy progressed. You were constantly snapping over the smallest of irritants or bursting into tears over minor inconveniences, like the day Shinji brought you a tray of sushi in an attempt to cheer you up after you were already having a particularly difficult day.

"You idiot! I can't have sushi!" You shouted at him, heated with fury over such a small matter and with the effort it took to fight off tears.

"Ah, forgot about that." Shinji scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, dumbly.

It made you explode, a cascade of waterworks streaming down your cheeks. Another thing that had changed was how much softer he was with you, if it was even possible for him to get any more so, despite how bitchy you had been. So then you were crying because of your hot-temper, hurt curling around and squeezing your heart at the helpless way he looked when you yelled at him.

"I'm being so mean to you! I'm so sorry! I'm a horrible wife!"

"What?! No!" He'd pet your hair and kiss your tears away. "If anything, I deserved it. I am an idiot for getting you sushi. Wasn't thinkin', doll. I'm sorry."

Shinji had learned a lot of patience through the months, and it made him a better man in every aspect of his life, not just at home. He was never the most tightly-wound, but he had mellowed out considerably as he took care of you and his unborn child each day, growing into a gentle guardian before you had even given birth.

"He's been so calm lately," Momo informed you over lunch one day. "Training has been a lot less strenuous. Everyone on the squad keeps joking that they hope you stay pregnant forever," she giggled.

"Glad I could be of help," you giggled along with her.

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When the spring came, you were much bigger, getting ready to blossom just as the season was. As it got warmer and sunnier, Shinji made a show of shading you wherever you went, protecting your sensitive skin from the sun, and on those stormy days, he stayed inside with you, making you comfort food and falling asleep with his head in your lap as you read aloud or listened to music, introducing your child to the art you loved so much.

The fickle weather reminded you of your inner world, the way one day you'd wake up sunny, full of joy and love and readiness to meet your baby, and the next, stormy, full of trepidation and worry and unpreparedness, fretting constantly over the questions you had been asking yourself since day one: Will I be a good mother? Will I be able to handle this? Am I a bad person for being so afraid? For feeling so unprepared? Should I be doing more?

Shinji was always there to listen and coax you out of the storm, massaging your sore back as the rain fell outside, he'd confess his own worries.

"I feel the same way," he'd say. "Some days, I feel on top of the world, like I can do anything, and fatherhood won't be any different, but other days, not so much. I'm anxious about being a good father too.

"But we're in this together." He placed his hands over your stomach in the shape of a heart. "And I know you'll be a great mother, so why shouldn't I be a great father too?"

"You will be a great father. You already are," you assured him sincerely.

Your baby stirred inside as if to say, "yes, he is! Yes you are!"

"OH, OH! SHE KICKED! SHE KICKED!" Shinji shrieked, feeling around in hopes of catching another flurry of movement.

"She?!" You laughed excitedly.

"Or he. I don't know, it just slipped out." He chuckled abashedly.

You smiled knowingly to yourself. "Maybe she's excited about hearing her daddy talk so sweet."

"Yeah, maybe." He smiled.

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Now came summer, and you were about to pop. It was as if an eternity passed and simultaneously, no time passed at all. You were changed and you weren't. You remembered the day you found out like yesterday, feeling almost exactly the way you did that day, but more matured. One thing was for sure, no matter how scared you were, you were ready. You'd never felt more ready for anything in your life, bursting with love and impatience, needing to meet your child, whoever they were, whoever they'd become.

Shinji felt the same way, and he had become equal parts amusing and annoying as you approached your due date.

"You think today's the day?" "How you feelin'? How's our girl...or boy?" "What was that?! Are you having contractions?!"

You laughed at him. "No, I just stubbed my toe."

You surprised yourself with how calm you were even though you were soon to be ripped open. Sitting outside under an umbrella next to Shinji, you were sucking on a popsicle, enjoying the hot day when there was a faint cramping sensation in your abdomen, so light, you hardly noticed and ignored it.

But then it was there again several minutes later, a little more noticeable this time. You straightened in your seat, which caught Shinji's attention, always on high alert.

"What is it?" He asked urgently, staring at your large, round stomach.

"Just a little cramping." You forced a smile.

He gave you a pointed look.

"I don't think we should panic yet. My body's doing funny things all the time." You waved a hand dismissively. "And I haven't finished my popsicle."

It was barely a moment later, Shinji hadn't even a chance to retort, that you were straightening again, gasping as pain shot up your back, making you drop your popsicle.

Your husband shot to his feet. "We're going," he demanded, pulling you up to stand. "Better safe than sorry."

The last thing you saw before being ushered away was your popsicle melting against the concrete, leaving a red stain. And it was a good thing, that he was permanently in dad mode, stealing you away from your quiet day and your treat, because you were indeed going into labor.

The long hours that followed were a fast-paced blur. The peaceful summer day was suddenly bursting with feeling and noise, the cold air conditioning inside the hospital fighting against your sweaty skin, strange sensations and haziness. You could hardly process what was going on, blinded with pain, the only person who grounded you was Shinji, your rock. He sounded distant, but he reminded you over and over again that he wasn't.

"It'll be okay, sweetheart, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

All the pain, the damage inflicted on your body, the blood, sweat, and tears, it was all worth it the moment your baby came out, and your life had finally changed for the better, a love like you had never felt before truly coming to fruition as reality shifted in front of you. You'd do it all again. You'd take this feeling, this unconditional love, and bottle it up to carry with you forever if you could.

"It's a boy!" The doctor cheered.

When you finally got to hold your baby boy, nothing else mattered. The entire world was in your hands, so fragile and so precious that it made you sob uncontrollably in your exhausted and delirious state, cooing to him as he cried, talking to him and telling him how beautiful he was, how much you loved him.

It was extremely rare that Shinji ever cried, and now, there were silent tears streaming down his face, in shock that he played a part in creating this beautiful, little boy. Like you, he knew this was the epitome of love in the flesh before you. You both knew the moment you saw him, you'd do anything for him.

Shinji, who didn't get to have his baby girl (yet), was so in awe of his little guy. He held him with a tenderness and reverence unlike anything you'd seen, crawling into the hospital bed with you to cuddle up as a real family. He took care of you, softly as usual, as you came back to health, and he cherished every little moment of this newborn stage, chattering nonstop to the nurses, the doctor, to you, to friends, to family, anyone who would listen about his son, his son!

"I'm in love," he confessed as he held the tiny boy at home for the first time.

"So am I."

Your son started to bob his head against Shinji's chest, looking to be fed.

Your husband passed him over to you with a smug grin. "Oh yeah, he's a ladies man for sure. Just like his daddy." He winked.

Motherhood was everything you imagined and somehow everything you hadn't all at once. Your son had challenged you, changed you, shaped you in ways you couldn't explain. You were constantly tired yet always finding it in you to go, go, go, constantly stressing but somehow relaxed as ever, knowing this was exactly where you were always meant to be.

And Shinji, he was a fantastic, eccentric, loving father, as you had no doubt he would be. Hearing him playing with your little boy and the sounds of your baby's laughter quickly became your favorite sound in the whole wide world. Your heart swelled each time you saw Shinji twirling him in the air or blowing raspberries into his chubby belly. He was a new man, matured, with quiet strength and so much affection to give, one you were so deeply in love with it was incomprehensible.

He had become great around children generally, not just your son. On play dates with the little Kurosaki and Abarai toddlers, the children would chase your husband and pull his hair and roar with laughter at his quick wit and goofy antics. You rested easy knowing your son would grow to live a vibrant life with lots of love and laughter, never a dull moment with Shinji's playful nature.

You'd never been happier, and you were grateful for every day, every moment, even those filled with stress and struggle and challenge. You continued to grow and raise your son, both happy and sad at how beautiful it was to witness but how fast it happened. Shinji bought him a toy sword and you imagined him years and years from now, with a zanpakuto of his own, getting into dangerous battles, and you already fretted over your baby boy. He'd get taller and stronger, but he'd be your baby forever.

You mourned the loss of previous baby stages as he hit each new milestone, consuming food besides milk, starting to babble, walking, talking, learning new things and amazing you with how smart he was. It was bittersweet, but it wouldn't be the last time you got to experience it as you witnessed that positive test result for the second time.

"Ready to do it again?" You asked your husband with a grin, so much changed already from the last time you told him you were pregnant, shown in the very way you revealed this to him.

"Of course I am, mommy!" Shinji lifted your son in the air. "Of course we are!" Your little boy giggled and cheered, though he didn't know yet what he was cheering for. "Though I do have a request for how to do things differently this time round..."

"And what is that?" You giggled.

"When we can, we find out the gender." He raised his eyebrows hopefully.

"You still want a girl, don't you?" You came forward, kissing your son on the cheek.

"I love my mini me so much obviously," Shinji nuzzled him affectionately, "but yeah. I do."

"Then a girl we'll have." You kissed your husband.

And you did.

[starryhyuck]

coveting you. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: markhyuck x afab!reader

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summary: hotel room walls are thin, but mark guesses that you and donghyuck really don’t care.

genre: smut

warnings: voyeurism, sir kink, daddy kink, spanking, pussy slapping, degradation, breeding kink, public sex, fingering, cocky!hyuck, face slapping, squirting, choking

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Mark swears on his life that he isn’t the one who started this. He didn’t necessarily stop it either, but that’s besides the point.

You don’t visit Donghyuck often due to your conflicting schedules, with his being way more hectic than yours. Every once in a while though, your boyfriend will profess that he misses you and desperately needs to see you. He’ll buy a plane ticket for you at the next concert date, not caring which country it’s in or if you’ve even requested time off from work.

Mark likes you. You’re not as rowdy as Donghyuck, possessing more of a level-headed mindset. You’re easy on the eyes too, but he’d never tell Donghyuck that in fear of his member teasing him relentlessly for having a crush on his girlfriend. You’ve spoken briefly to Mark in passing, complimenting his skills on stage or asking politely if he would like to join you and Donghyuck for dinner. Mark usually declines, not wanting to intrude on your personal time.

The first time Donghyuck flew you out and you slept over, Mark was placed in the hotel room on the complete opposite end of the floor. He didn’t hear anything regarding your antics until Renjun grumbled the next day about not getting any sleep because of the two lovebirds.

The time after that, Mark was two doors down from Donghyuck’s room but he swears he never heard a peep. Jungwoo was the one complaining the following morning, requesting for you to be mindful of other people’s bedtimes.

This time, however, Mark is situated directly next to your room. They’ve just wrapped up their latest concert and after a quick basketball game with Chenle, all Mark wants to do is curl up in bed and fall asleep.

You don’t exactly make that task very easy for him.

He’s tucked safely under the blankets when his ears catch your moan. At first, he’s not certain he heard you correctly. He shakes off the feeling before snuggling deeper into the duvet.

Then, Donghyuck’s unmistakable voice snarls, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

A whimper vibrates through the flimsy wall. “Y-Yes. I promise, sir. I’ll be a good girl.”

Mark’s wide awake now. His eyes are as wide as saucers, in pure disbelief of what he’s currently hearing.

“I don’t think so,” Donghyuck chuckles. “You’ve been acting like such a brat tonight. If you’re such a good girl, why were you draped all over Mark earlier, hm? This sweet little pussy was dripping for him, I just know it.”

You had been asking Mark for guitar lessons during soundcheck, smiling shyly at him whenever you plucked at the wrong cord. He taught you patiently in between practicing dances, showing you the basics before offering to teach you in longer sessions. Whenever he glanced over at Donghyuck, your boyfriend didn’t seem to care about whatever occurred between you.

Evidently, Mark sees that this isn’t the case.

“No, sir,” you deny. “I was just asking him to teach me guitar, I swear!”

“I don’t think so, baby. I know what I saw. You were basically asking him to fuck you in private. What, you don’t want me to watch?”

A loud slap echoes throughout the room. Mark jumps at the sound and lifts the blanket to gaze down at his sweatpants, swallowing when he sees a noticeable bulge making an appearance. He shuts his eyes tightly, hoping sleep will somehow find him so he can forget this all happened in the morning.

“I do want you to watch, sir.”

“Yeah? You want me to watch Mark pound this tight pussy of yours? You want me to watch him fuck you until you’re crying? God, you’re pathetic.”

Another slap jolts through Mark’s chest. He shudders, resisting the urge to tug at his length while he imagines what Donghyuck could possibly be doing to you in the next room over. He pictures you bent over the edge of the mattress, ass shoved high in the air as Donghyuck’s hand collides with the skin roughly.

Fuck. Mark should really go to bed.

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[lassieposting]

This is a neat idea!

My working theory has always been that it's basically a glitch. Prototype is the result of some seriously experimental science - something goes "wrong" during the process of transplanting his brain and the associated neural systems into his new body, and the result is a "rewiring" of his brain pathways, which causes his telepathy. Nobody really understands why it happened, or how, and they've never managed to successfully replicate it in another experiment since.

My headcanon is that he starts hearing voices pretty much immediately after his initial procedure, and he fully thinks he's going mad for a while until he realises he's actually hearing the thoughts of the people around him. Living with it is a huge double-edged sword for him: while it has it's uses - (

It's an escape, of sorts, during the long years of his captivity - it's the only way he's able to visit Playcare and befriend Theo Grambell

It's a useful recon tool - he can hitchhike around the facility, unnoticed, in the minds of employees, until he knows all the escape routes. He's probably also doing this to us as the player - the new chapter confirms that Proto's body is noisy, but he's been tailing us since we entered the factory and we haven't heard him once. So he's likely doing a lot of the tracking from a distance.

He's powerful enough to use it to enforce a compulsion within a certain, not unimpressive, radius. This compulsion is apparently strong enough to burn itself onto nearby devices - there are multiple video tapes where we see Proto's compulsion appear as an overlay, ordering the employees to release Kissy - which they do, at the cost of their own lives - and to open the doors for the Hour of Joy despite the emergency lockdown alert advising the exact opposite.

) - it's also got massive downsides - (

He has no innate control of the telepathy and no inbuilt defences, so for a very long time, he had no ability to shut the voices out whatsoever. All the control he has developed was hard-won, and he's prone to debilitating headaches as a result.

He's exposed to the thoughts and feelings of those around him - his years spent trapped in the labs surrounded by scientists and guards who didn't give a rat's ass about the experiments has shaped his worldview, and that's a huge part of why he saw all the Playtime employees - including the ones who had no idea the Bigger Bodies existed - as complete monsters. He's also been stewing in the entire facility's worth of fear, pain and stress for ten years, which hasn't done him any good like, emotionally.

It messes with his identity. We know he switches between first person singular ("I") and first person plural ("we") pronouns - I think this is at least partially due to having to zone out the voices of others in his head all the time.

It's a vulnerability - compelling one person is nothing, but the more people he targets at once, the more power he needs to throw behind the commands, and he can do himself serious damage. The first warning sign is a nosebleed, the second is wooziness and nausea. If he doesn't pack it in, it's a slippery slope to bleeding on the brain, unconsciousness, and eventual death. )

For Playtime, though, it's pretty much a net negative. Harley Sawyer was never able to extract the "secret" of how to replicate it in other experiments.

I'd be interested in hearing more on your necromancy theory!

So like. I've seen plenty of posts discussing CatNap's death scene, the Prototype's involvement, and whether CatNap was betrayed by his mentor or willingly sacrificed himself, but there's one detail that nobody seems to be talking about. So imma bring it up, because it's relevant, it's important, to the point that we might actually only be seeing half the interaction between them.

Prototype is telepathic.

Or at least, he's something similar. It's strongly hinted at throughout his story:

Prototype manages to befriend Theo, despite the fact that he's kept locked in the labs under constant surveillance. Theo's artwork implies he believed Prototype lived under his bed. It also shows that he was - at least partially - aware of what Prototype looked like, as he drew an accurate representation of Prototype's mechanical arm. So how were they communicating? Likely via telepathy, with Prototype reaching out to Theo from the confines of his cell, and possibly projecting an image of himself for Theo to interact with. Theo feels safe with the fearsome-looking Prototype when they meet in person, which would suggest that Prototype is, by then, a familiar face.

Prototype's influence is clear in the video tapes, such as the instructions for moving a Bigger Bodies toy or the Emergency Alert video - he overrides the original content with new instructions like "RELEASE THE GIANT" or "OPEN THE DOORS. THE HOUR OF JOY IS NOW." And it's implied that this "tampering" came hand-in-hand with some kind of telepathic hold on the Playtime workers - they do release Kissy, against all common sense, despite the original instructions being visible beneath Prototype's override, and at the cost of their lives. It makes me think that the "tampering" is actually more of a side effect - that the control Prototype is projecting is so strong that he affects not only the minds of the workers he's targeting, but also any communication media within range - the messages on the VHS tapes are the orders he was pushing into their brains, flash-framed on film. Perhaps, if a worker had picked up a phone to call for help, they would only have heard a cacophony of voices insisting release the giant release the giant release the giant.

DogDay mentions that he and the other Smiling Critters - minus CatNap - "tried to resist [Prototype's] control". It's said in a way that suggests that Bigger Bodies who weren't fully on board with the Hour of Joy were... let's say "encouraged"...to participate, willing or no, via a helpful jolt of Assuming Direct Control. Given how docile she is most of the time, this could also be true of Kissy, who we see joining in with the massacre.

At the end of Chapter Three, the player joins Poppy on an elevator to go confront the Prototype in his lair. Which is weird, because...we know he's not in his lair. We've just seen him kill CatNap, and by this point we know he's likely been tailing us for a while. The Player would know, as they got onto that elevator, that Prototype can follow them down and trap them. But they say nothing to Poppy, their apparent ally. They don't warn her. Why? Maybe Prototype isn't letting them. If he could reach Theo in Playcare from the labs, deep in the bowels of the factory, it's not unreasonable to suggest that he's also in our head, subtly monitoring our thoughts, gently nudging away any desire to raise concerns with Poppy - who, as we know, wants Prototype dead.

So anyway: we know that Prototype has some variety of telepathy. And we know he has a preexisting connection with Theo - now CatNap.

Now, onto the actual death.

Lots of people have already covered the popular theories - that CatNap willingly offered himself to his god, and that CatNap believed the Prototype had come to save him and was cruelly betrayed. But honestly, on first watching, neither of those were the vibe I got. So I'm gonna throw my theories into the ring.

1) CatNap's death was a mercy kill

The first was that it was a mercy kill. CatNap is, at the end of the chapter, electrocuted to the point of collapse, and then horribly burned. There are no scientists left who can tend to the injuries of a Bigger Body creature. CatNap would be in horrifying pain, and if - as I've theorized here - Prototype all but raised CatNap, it could be that the death he provides is intended to put a quick end to CatNap's suffering. A mortally wounded apex predator will often become the target of groups of smaller, subordinate predators - like the swarming Critters in CatNap's territory - once they are dying and unable to defend themselves. Severing the spinal cord and targeting the brain would take away the pain, and make sure the death was as close to immediate as possible. If he'd wanted to hurt or punish CatNap, he could very easily have done so in a far more agonizing way - Miss Delight says that CatNap reports to Prototype, so they seem to be in relatively regular contact with each other and CatNap has few or no reservations about entering Prototype's territory to see him.

From this perspective, it also becomes interesting that Prototype reaches down to CatNap through a vent it's highly unlikely he could fit into, rather than fully appearing in front of us. Bearing in mind their mental connection, left open in the background of their minds, this could actually be seen as Prototype having an understandable and realistic caregiver panic response to CatNap's sudden, all-consuming agony - he wants to get to CatNap as quickly as possible, and he's picked a physically problematic route because it's faster.

2) CatNap's death was the Prototype fixing a problem he created

It's a sad truth that our children - or, in the Prototype's case, the young friend he assumed responsibility for - don't always grow into people we're proud of.

I've talked before about the Prototype's "parenting" as a positive influence on CatNap, and in several ways, it is - relative to the world they're trapped in.

CatNap is spared from the utter social isolation other experiments endure - he has Prototype to play and socialise with, which allows him to grow up with improved social skills and better ability to read people.

CatNap has a protector during the early years of the food shortage, once the toys begin turning on one another. Theo is shy and gentle, not naturally inclined to violence, so Prototype's protection probably shields him from becoming someone else's lunch at least once.

CatNap has someone to teach him to fend for himself. While Prototype's digestive system is vestigial - he doesn't need to eat to survive - he's an accomplished killer and it seems as though CatNap learned many of his hunting techniques from his mentor. It's likely that he would have learned to hunt the way young animals do - at first, Prototype hunts and kills all his food for him. Then Prototype brings back mostly-dead prey for CatNap to finish off. Then CatNap starts practicing his skills on small prey under Prototype's supervision, growing in confidence and competence until he no longer needs help, and then until he's fully self-sufficient.

But let's face it, Prototype is not exactly the world's most well-adjusted or morally upstanding individual. He's been imprisoned for decades. Tortured. Experimented on. He's deeply traumatised, his worldview irrevocably twisted in the name of survival. He's got a documented history of violence and as-yet-unquantified psychic abilities - the telepathy - that could be wreaking absolute havoc on his psyche. And CatNap is a young, impressionable mind who idolises him.

Now, we don't know how Prototype feels about the cult that's sprung up around him. It's entirely possible that he's thriving on it, that he's bought into his own mystique and begun to see himself as a god with the factory as his domain. @hrhowling came up with a fantastic theory along these lines, where CatNap's death is posed as a reward for faithful service - the opportunity to become part of his god and achieve immortality. A show of favour towards a loyal high priest. And if Prototype does appreciate the worship, honestly, this seems the most likely scenario to me.

But it's also just as possible that he's...not a fan.

It's a popular theory that "Ollie" is the Prototype, known to be a vocal mimic, using a child's voice to win the Player's trust. I vibe with this theory - Ollie's speech and tone is...not quite right, and there are multiple points where he sounds like his sentences are made up of different audio clips stitched together - stitched neatly, admittedly, but stitched nonetheless. That's very similar to the way we see Prototype stitching together words in different voices in his interview tape. Ollie's stitching is far less noticeable, but Prototype has had a long time to practice, and he's using the same voice - probably Theodore Grambell's, the child he's most familiar with - so it's not as obvious.

But if Ollie is the Prototype, that sheds a very different light on his character in general. Ollie is helping the Player. Ollie is known to Poppy and Kissy as an ally. Ollie opens up about CatNap, his history with the Prototype, and expresses obvious distaste around CatNap's religious zeal and tendency to kill anyone who opposes his mentor. If Ollie is the Prototype, it seems a lot more like he's a tired old soldier who's been made the unwilling messiah of a cult driven by isolation and insanity.

To add on to this, it's notable that Prototype doesn't seem to be hostile to the other experiments. In fact, his territory would likely be the safest place in the factory for the very small toys - with CatNap grown, he has no need to hunt or eat them, and although he's quite capable of killing anything in the factory, he seems to have no interest in attacking other Bigger Body apex predators. MLL openly hates and fears him, but Prototype has let her be for ten years, only coming to claim her once she's killed. He's openly benevolent to Huggy and CatNap. The only place we ever know him to have aimed his violence is at the scientists tormenting him and the children.

So yeah. Maybe he actually doesn't approve of CatNap's harcore religious leanings. Maybe he's disappointed at how their relationship has shifted over the years, from friendship to surrogate family to reluctant god and fanatical high priest. Maybe he's guiding and helping the Player in the hopes of finally putting an end to their collective imprisonment and misery. And when CatNap snaps - let's be honest, he does make it clear that the Player is intruding and gives them multiple warnings and opportunities to Get Out Of His Home Or Else - and tries to kill the Player, Prototype can't let that happen. He's forced to make a horrifying choice - the kid he loves the bones of, the only friend he had at his lowest points, or the instrument of his ultimate goal.

And we know the Prototype. He's willing to do terrible things in the name of what he believes is right. He massacred innocents along with the guilty during the Hour of Joy. He tells CatNap it's okay, he's done well, he can rest now...

And he does what has to be done.

3) CatNap's death was requested by CatNap

Let's be honest. CatNap is not doing well after that confrontation. He's probably mortally wounded, and he's facing a slow and agonizing death from - if not the player - his burns or his weakness or his inability to defend his own territory. I would not be surprised if the silent conversation between him and the Prototype involved CatNap asking his idol, his god, to please make the pain stop. To end it, quickly and cleanly. I think that would be a reasonable ask from anyone covered head to toe in terrible burns. And in this scenario, knowing there is no doctor that can treat, heal or gently euthanise CatNap, it would honestly be crueller for the Prototype to refuse him.

Anyway yeah I just. Think there's a lot of missing context added by remembering that Prototype is a telepath, and there is probably a conversation going on with CatNap before he dies. So this is my take on three different ways the death scene could be read.

[mocchiixxx]

Sunshine, Multiplied (Joshua x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Sunshine x Chill Duo

Summary: Joshua is known for being calm and collected, but dating you—a hyperactive ball of sunshine—is the ultimate test of his patience. You drag him on spontaneous adventures, overwhelm him with energy, and make his life anything but boring. And despite it all, he’s utterly, completely smitten.

Joshua Hong had always been known as the calm, collected gentleman of SEVENTEEN. He handled chaos with a patient smile, balanced the group’s energy with steady warmth, and rarely, if ever, got flustered.

And then he met you.

His girlfriend. His walking ball of sunshine.

Who, somehow, had even more energy than DK himself.

It wasn’t that Joshua didn’t love it, because, oh, he did. But keeping up with you? It was a challenge. A fun one, but still a challenge.

"SHUAAAAA!"

Joshua barely had time to brace himself before you launched at him, wrapping your arms around him like an overly excited puppy. He let out a soft laugh as he caught you, steadying both of you before you sent him toppling to the floor.

"Hi, baby," he greeted, amused.

You grinned up at him. "I missed you!"

His brows lifted at this, amused. "I just saw you this morning."

"And I still missed you!" You dramatically clutched your chest. "Is that a crime?"

Joshua chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. Just unexpected."

You pouted, squishing his cheeks. "You should be excited to see me too!"

"I am excited," he assured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Just not in the ‘scream and jump on me’ kind of way."

"Booooring!" You huffed, but the way your cheeks turned pink betrayed how much you loved the little forehead kiss.

Joshua smiled knowingly. "See? You like it when I’m soft."

"…Maybe."

He shook his head in amusement. "So, what’s up? Why the sudden burst of energy?"

You gasped. "Shua. I always have energy. Have you met me?"

"Unfortunately," he teased, making you lightly smack his arm.

"Rude! But anyway," you said, already moving on, "let’s go do something fun!"

Joshua tilted his head. "Like what?"

You beamed. "Like go on a spontaneous date! Let’s go eat ice cream, go to the arcade, and—"

Joshua exhaled, a small but fond smile on his lips. "Didn’t we just go on a date yesterday?"

"So?" You pouted, clinging to his arm. "You love spending time with me, right?"

Joshua sighed in fake defeat, pulling you closer by the waist. "Yeah, yeah, I do."

"Then let’s gooo!" You bounced on your feet, tugging at his hands.

"But what if…" he trailed off, eyes twinkling with mischief, "we stay in and have a chill movie night instead?"

Your face scrunched up. "Chill? Boringgg."

"We can watch whatever you want," he bargained. "Even that cringey rom-com you love."

You gasped dramatically. "You mean The One I Watch At Least Once A Month Because It’s A Masterpiece?"

Joshua laughed, already knowing he had won. "Yes, that one."

You crossed your arms, pretending to think about it. "Hmmm… Ice cream and arcade or cuddling with my super hot boyfriend and my favorite movie…"

Joshua hummed. "You do love cuddling with me."

"True, true." You tapped your chin before suddenly lighting up. "WAIT. We can do both! Arcade first, then movie night!"

Joshua blinked, processing your infinite energy levels. "You’re not tired?"

"Of what? Life? Love? You? NEVER!"

He sighed, already knowing he had no choice but to follow along. "Fine, let’s go."

You cheered, jumping excitedly before grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the door. Joshua only shook his head, amused but deeply, deeply in love.

Because while dating you was like dating a human embodiment of sunshine on caffeine, you also happened to be his sunshine.

And honestly? He wouldn’t change a thing.

Author's Note: Other members having girlfriend opposite to them are coming soon (I'll base it on the personality of their ship btw)🫣

[shxuga]

Whispers of the Deep III | Twisted Wonderland

Jade × Floyd Leech x Female!Reader | Pirate AU | Part I | Part II

After several encounters with the tritons, you started to believe they weren’t actually that bad. I mean, sure, they were still an imminent threat. No matter how much the scale symbolized some kind of protection, their intense stares and sharp smiles made your prey instincts scream at you to run. But, of course, you didn’t. Otherwise, you would have missed out on all the vital information they had gathered in their latest research.

"I don’t get it. Why would you think the legend of a mermaid princess who becomes human for love would be useful to our situation?" You bite off a small splinter between your teeth while feigning boredom, watching the sky—though not at all uninterested in how the moon is slowly starting to fade, a victim of the lunar cycle. You try to ignore the way Floyd tugs at your bare toes, avoiding eye contact, but it’s hard when his nails prick your skin and the cold, rough texture of the scales on his hands tickles you.

You want to laugh, scream, and kick him. All at the same time.

But since you're a rational person—and not the barbaric stereotype the naval troops made sure to spread—you simply sighed and spat out the splinter in the opposite direction.

"Don’t you think there’s something romantic about how this bond started?" Jade says, and unlike his brother, he remains in a particularly deep spot near the shore. You figured it out almost from the beginning, but Jade was definitely the more cunning and enigmatic of the two. Always smiling, always analyzing, always saying things that disturbed you and made you want to stop trying to guess his true intentions. He gave you chills.

Sometimes, you wondered how different things would have been if you had torn the scale from him instead. But, of course, Jade was always two steps ahead of everyone (or two strokes? Because, you know, it’s not like he has feet...), so even though you weren’t a complete threat when they dragged you out of your boat that night, he never stopped being cautious.

"You do realize that this 'bond' was born from an attempted murder, right?" You looked at him with all the rage your single, not-at-all-intimidating eye could contain.

And he had the audacity to laugh—like he always did when making comments designed to irritate you, as if talking to a pet.

"You’re such a silly little thing, and that’s exactly what makes you cute." …That’s what his eyes seemed to say.

You wanted to punch him.

"Oh, come on, little shrimp! We already apologized!" You pulled your foot away just in time, right before Floyd tried to bite you. He frowned and pouted, making a second attempt to grab your foot. "You keep complaining about it, but I never heard you say sorry!"

You made a face that, on another occasion, would have made Floyd laugh, but today he was determined to torment you.

"What? Don’t you remember my offering on the first day? That was basically my way of saying sorry."

Then, you snapped out of it. This conversation made no sense!

"Wait, I didn’t do anything! From the very beginning, I never intended for this to happen!"

"Yeah, yeah, no way you expected that ripping off my scale would bind us like this." Floyd pursed his lips. You didn’t like his insinuation.

"Exactly. How could you have known that tearing a scale from a mermaid or a triton would result in this?" Jade sighed, sounding far too amused for someone who supposedly pitied you. "It was just a curious coincidence that your attack actually worked because, again, you had no idea. Right?"

Damn snakes…

You made a rather unfriendly gesture for someone you had technically allied with and stormed off the shore, your heavy steps kicking up sand around you. You heard Floyd laughing and Jade reminding you not to be late for their next meeting.

One month.

A whole damn month.

It had been a whole damn month since you set foot on this island, and you still had no clue how to break the damn bond! Much less had Rosehearts made any encouraging progress on the repairs. Well, it was to be expected. You couldn't trust the word of a carpenter who could only count to ten. Ace was very skilled at fixing things, but his illiteracy always got them into trouble when it came to estimating timelines.

In any case, your research with the tritons was just as stranded as the ship. These meetings every two days were supposed to be for survival and sharing the fruits of your research—not to discuss sappy love stories or be those two's entertainment! Somehow, no one in the crew had noticed your nightly escapades for an entire month, but it was only a matter of time.

When you returned to the ship, you climbed aboard carefully, making sure to avoid anything that could reveal you had just come back.

"Where have you been going all this time?"

It was only a matter of time—you knew that. But you never thought it would be this soon. You didn’t think twice. You lunged at the shadow of the poor bastard who made the mistake of confronting you and dragged him to the bay.

"H-Hey! What the hell is your problem?!" You released Deuce when you were far enough from the ship. "Are you insane?! If the captain finds out—!"

"If the captain finds out, you’ll lose your tongue," you declared. He shut his mouth.

"How long have you known?"

"Three days…"

You stared at him.

"Did you follow me?"

"N-no…"

You unsheathed your knife.

"O-okay, fine! I’m sorry!" he exclaimed, alarmed. Then, fearing for his tongue, he quickly added, "But I always lost track of you… so I don’t know what you’re doing or where you’re going…"

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. Just me."

It had been worth running circles around the shore and jungle as a precaution in case someone was following you.

"Deuce, you cannot tell anyone about this. Do you hear me?"

Deuce tilted his head, like a puppy being scolded too harshly.

"Why?"

This is what you feared. His curiosity. His damn, relentless curiosity. As much as you liked the idea of sharing your suffering with someone, you weren’t willing to risk it. The deal was to keep the secret between the three of you. You didn’t even want to think about the consequences of breaking the agreement.

"Are you… having secret meetings with a lover?" Deuce continued, completely unaware of the potential danger of this conversation.

You looked at him, exhausted. Your interactions with Jade and Floyd drained you, and having to start your day early in the morning, pretending you hadn’t spent hours sneaking from one end of the island to the other, was driving you insane. You didn’t even bother denying his words.

"Just… don’t say anything. Please."

"Alright… I promise."

Deuce might not have been the brightest guy, but he was loyal. You could only hope he wouldn’t accidentally spill your secret—or else, you’d have to feed Floyd’s insatiable appetite with something more than just trinkets and dried meat…

• • •

You were fed up.

So, so fed up!

How was it possible that every single piece of research on mermaids and mermen always ended the same way? Tragic stories of forbidden love. True love! Love that allowed the mermaid princess to obtain a pair of legs so she could walk alongside her beloved on land! Love that made the prince magically grow gills so he could explore the depths of the ocean with his mermaid! And, as the cherry on top, every legend ended with a...

"And they lived happily ever after."

It made no sense.

In the past, you would have thought it was all utter nonsense. Any sailor with half a brain knew how deceptive and dangerous mermaids were. They were predators, gifted with beauty and a hypnotic voice to lure in their prey with ease. Where did all these romantic ballads that this town dared to sing even come from?

Yeah... a month ago, you would have been completely convinced of that without a shred of doubt.

But even for someone as skeptical as you, it was impossible not to recognize the humanity in Jade and Floyd. They weren’t just beasts that killed for pleasure… They had feelings, interests, fears, and even dreams. And though you tried to keep an emotional barrier between you, it was hard to ignore how, without realizing it, you had stopped seeing them as mere threats.

Maybe it was the scale’s fault.

Or maybe not.

You had no way of knowing. Azul, with his mysterious shack and all his answers, had disappeared. Almost as if the sea had dragged him far from the shore, leaving no trace behind.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was the scale what softened your perception of them? Was that why, little by little, you had started seeing them as almost equals? As if they were simply… people. People who exasperated you, irritated you to no end, and had fun at your expense. People who, despite everything, had now become part of your reality.

And that thought was even more terrifying than any story of mermaids devouring sailors.

"Hey, shrimpy~. Are you listening to me?"

And speaking of sailor-eating mermaids... By the time you snapped out of it, two days had passed, and night had fallen—along with your energy. At this point, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You simply let yourself collapse onto the sand near the shore and gazed at the moonless sky.

"I already told you, I didn’t discover anything important." You sighed, too tired to stop Floyd from nibbling on your toes.

"But that doesn’t mean you didn’t discover something." Jade pointed out, as perceptive as always. "With such a vague explanation, there’s no way to know if what you don’t consider important actually is for us."

You ignored him. You weren’t about to give them more reasons to mock you by telling them all those romantic fantasies. You tried to change the subject.

"How is it that I’ve been tangled up with you two for a month, and I’ve never heard you sing?"

You didn’t get an immediate response, which surprised you. You pushed yourself up from the sand, only to find two mismatched pairs of eyes staring at you in shock.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked cautiously.

Jade blinked, and for the first time, he seemed at a loss for words.

"No, it’s just that…"

"It’s the first time you’ve shown interest in us!" Floyd squealed, splashing salty water excitedly.

Oh, shit.

Floyd continued:

"It’s always “the scale” this, “our bond” that..."

The mocking tone in his voice made you frown. You quickly retorted:

"That doesn’t mean I’m interested in you two! I just found it strange, that’s all."

Jade smirked, tilting his head with curiosity.

"Don’t be shy. If you want to hear us sing, all you have to do is ask."

You bit your lip, feeling a sudden chill that had nothing to do with the cold water Floyd was still splashing around. There was something about the way he said it, the mischievous glint in his eyes...

"Go to hell. I was just asking."

But you weren’t sure if that was entirely true. Why did the idea of hearing them sing make you nervous?

That night, you decided to return to the ship much earlier than usual, feeling betrayed by your own mind and heart.

True love? What nonsense...

Damn it, you were doomed. The only comfort you found was blaming it all on the scale.

The sky was still very dark when the town and the bay, where the Rosehearts was anchored, rose in the distance. You stopped dead in your tracks, stunned by the thick mass of smoke and fire engulfing much of the coastline. You started running, recognizing how an enormous, imposing ship had launched a surprise attack.

The naval guard’s flag waved proudly atop the mast, welcoming you to what seemed to be a battle just beginning.

You climbed the Rosehearts’ rigging swiftly, gripping the rope tightly, avoiding being thrown into the sea by the ship's violent jolts every time it was struck by a cannonball.

Once on deck, a bloodbath greeted you. Screams and groans. The screech of steel clashing. The splintering of wood under enemy fire. Everything was chaos.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Just as you were about to take a direct hit, the familiar scent of gunpowder and a small explosion revealed your captain, armed with his prized pistol, shooting left and right at any poor bastard unfortunate enough to cross his path.

"Hey, catch!" Mr. Trey appeared as well, tossing you one of his swords so you could join the battle.

"See?! I told you she didn’t run away!" You heard Cater shout from somewhere on the stern as he fought off three sailors at once. "You owe me ten silver coins, Acey!"

"Ah, damn it!" Ace exclaimed a few feet away, kicking several sailors overboard.

This was hardly the time for such conversations, but as always, your crew found a way to turn even a violent attack into a full-fledged circus act. You sighed, unsheathing your sword. From the other end of the ship, Deuce waved at you after stabbing someone.

There’s no place like home.

You joined the battle, fighting with everything you had. Your movements were swift, precise. But the number of enemies seemed endless; for every man you struck down, more and more invaders poured in from the enemy ship. Many had fallen, but your crew was constantly at a disadvantage. The naval guard had finally caught up with you, and they weren’t interested in peaceful arrests. They must have planned this for weeks—it was the only explanation for such a well-orchestrated attack.

A sharp blade sliced through your side, making you stagger. Another hit, this time to your leg, sent you to your knees. A burning pain spread through your body as hot blood soaked your clothes, dripping onto the wood damp with seawater and gunpowder. You collapsed onto your side, the world spinning. The sounds of battle grew distant, muffled. You vaguely sensed your crewmates and captain shouting your name, but it was hard to make anything out with so much happening around you. Blood seeped through the cracks of the ship, falling into the sea.

The fire around you cast an intense glow on the scale at your neck. Feeling yourself at the brink of death, you clutched it in your fist, praying for something.

Anything.

A miracle.

And then... you felt them.

Two swift presences gliding through the waves. Something stirred in the depths—something wild and ancient. A howl tore through the night. A guttural scream, somewhere between human and beast. And the sea turned red.

Shadows emerged from the foam with inhuman fury. Jade and Floyd moved like a scarlet storm. Claws, teeth, the glint of merciless eyes. Against these unexpected reinforcements, the naval guard never stood a chance. Men fell into the water, their screams cut short. A true massacre that put all those terrifying man-eating siren legends to shame.

You weren’t sure how much time passed. Seconds, minutes, or perhaps an eternity. All you knew was that, suddenly, there was no more noise. Only the soft murmur of the waves.

Your body was slowly sinking into unconsciousness when you felt strong arms wrap around you.

It was Floyd. Your bond, your other half. Your strongest and most powerful connection.

He carried you away from the slaughter, deeper and deeper into the darkness of the sea. You wanted to protest, wanted to tell him to let go, that you couldn’t… but you were too weak. Too tired.

The cold water enveloped you like a shroud. Oxygen left your lungs. Even though this was the second time he had dragged you into the depths in a life-or-death situation, unlike the first, this time you felt no fear. His presence, his touch, his very being filled you with calm and peace.

Damn scale…

And then, in the dim light, you felt his lips. A fleeting brush at first. Then, more firm. It was as if something inside you shattered and rebuilt itself at the same time. Heat... light. The water was no longer your enemy. With a trembling exhale, you breathed. Your lungs didn’t fill with water but with something else... something ancient and miraculous.

When Floyd pulled away, his wolfish grin shone even in the ocean’s darkness. You looked at him, speechless, still processing everything that had just happened.

"I knew it," he murmured, triumphant.

True love.

The legends didn’t lie, after all.

You looked down, where the scale should have been securely tied around your neck. You went silent, realizing that the small, glowing appendage had embedded itself into your collarbone, as if it were now part of you.

You resurfaced with the dawn, a considerable distance from town, where Jade awaited you. His body was stained with blood and flesh that surely wasn’t his. Still dazed, you stepped out of the water, checking how the wounds on your leg and side had vanished like magic. A splash sounded behind you. You turned on your heels, feeling as if your body was no longer entirely your own.

And then, you saw him.

No gills, no scales, standing on two incredibly long, trembling legs—Floyd had taken human form.

You dropped to your knees, still unable to believe how so many magical events were unfolding one after another. Then, you averted your eyes, realizing that the miracle had given him legs but not… uh, something to cover himself with.

Floyd blinked, perplexed. Then, he grinned.

"Well, shrimpy… this sure is interesting."

"How curious…" Jade murmured, studying his brother’s new form with a hand on his chin. A cunning, pearly-toothed smile quickly took shape on his lips. "Do you think if I offer my scale, I’d become part of all these miracles too?"

Floyd smirked, snatching the knife you usually kept at your side with surprising agility for someone who had just discovered what it meant to have legs. He held it out to his brother with a look of complicity.

"There’s only one way to find out."

For the first time in your life, you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The sea had taken many things from you, but it had also given you something new. And it had brought you back to the beginning.

Now… how the hell were you going to explain all of this to your captain?

Sorry guys, maybe the ending was a bit rushed, but I didn’t want to postpone this. For now, I’m wrapping up this story, but more are on the way! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list for future stories!

Tag list:@valentinaagarcia @hellfirestarter @brights-place @chloemari-e @snow281 @kimdourden

[globalnewscollective]

Project 2025: A Blueprint for Democracy’s Demise?

What’s Happening?

It’s no longer a warning—it’s reality. Donald Trump has won the presidency, and Project 2025 (also known as the 2025 Presidential Transition Project) is now in full motion. This initiative, designed to reshape the executive branch of the U.S. federal government in the event of a Republican victory in the 2024 election, is no longer just a blueprint—it’s actively transforming the country before our very eyes.

This sweeping political takeover, spearheaded by the Heritage Foundation, is actively dismantling democratic institutions, expanding presidential power, and eroding fundamental rights. The time to stop it has passed—the time to resist is now.

Political scientist Laura Field warned that Project 2025 was never just about conservative policy: “They want to provide President Trump with the tools to overcome, in some cases, the legal or constitutional limits of the executive branch.” Now, those tools are in his hands. Constitutional law expert Erwin Chemerinsky previously called the plan “deeply frightening,” and Joe Biden described it as “the greatest attack on our system of government and personal freedom ever proposed in this country’s history.” Those warnings have become our new reality.

Here’s what is already happening:

50,000 career federal employees have been fired, replaced by hardline Trump loyalists—an unprecedented purge of government professionals.

The Insurrection Act has been invoked, allowing the U.S. military to enforce domestic laws and suppress opposition.

Political opponents are being targeted, with DOJ resources used to investigate and prosecute those who resist the administration.

The Supreme Court’s oversight has been weakened, effectively allowing Trump to rule with minimal checks on his power.

Paul Dans, a key Project 2025 leader, openly stated that they were preparing to “march into office with an army of ideologically aligned conservatives.” That march is over. The takeover is complete.

Why This Should Terrify You

The America you knew is disappearing. Here’s what is already at stake:

Federal Agencies Are Being Dismantled: The Department of Education is being gutted, civil rights protections are vanishing, and agencies that safeguard healthcare and environmental protections are under siege.

The Government Has Become a Propaganda Machine: Career professionals have been replaced with political operatives, ensuring that government agencies now serve only Trump’s interests.

Checks and Balances Are Crumbling: Trump’s power is expanding rapidly, with fewer legal and institutional barriers to stop him.

Dissent Is Being Crushed: Journalists, activists, and political opponents are being targeted, making free speech increasingly dangerous.

Kamala Harris had explicitly warned that Trump had a “detailed and dangerous plan called Project 2025”—and now, he’s executing it.

Why This Matters to You

If you’re a young adult, woman, or member of a marginalized community, you are already feeling the effects of Project 2025:

Your Reproductive Rights Are Disappearing: Nationwide abortion bans and birth control restrictions are being enforced.

Your Education Is Under Attack: Public school and university funding cuts are already affecting accessibility and affordability.

Your Future Is in Danger: Environmental deregulation is accelerating climate change, leaving younger generations to deal with the fallout.

Your Freedom to Be Yourself Is Under Threat: LGBTQ+ rights, racial justice efforts, and diversity programs are being dismantled at a rapid pace.

This is not a distant threat—it’s happening right now. And if you don’t take action, the damage may become irreversible.

The Bigger Picture

What’s happening in the U.S. mirrors global trends—authoritarian leaders are rising, using democratic systems to cement their control. Project 2025 is not just an attack on America’s democracy; it’s part of a worldwide movement to undermine freedom and human rights.

The frightening reality? Once a democracy is dismantled, history shows that it rarely comes back without a fight. The window for reversing this course is closing fast.

What Can You Do?

Stay Informed: Share updates on Project 2025, educate your peers, and spread awareness—knowledge is power.

Support Resistance Movements: Join organizations fighting for civil rights, democracy, and social justice.

Use Your Voice: Social media, protests, community action—speak out before it’s too late.

Prepare for the Worst: Recognize the risks of authoritarian rule and find ways to protect yourself and those around you.

We are no longer on the brink—we are in the crisis. Project 2025 is happening, and the time to resist is now. The question is: What will you do?

For real-time updates on the progress of Project 2025, visit Project2025.Observer.

https://thehill.com/opinion/5186896-trump-project-2025/

[lu-is-not-ok]

H Corp from what little we can gather will presumably be a Corp most similar to both K Corp - pharmaceuticals and the like, preservation of the body - and M Corp - moonstones seem to allow a user to withstand some sorts of psychological damage, a preservation of the mind - and unless we find out that they are indeed on thin ice with those other corps then they probably have a notable enough difference that all three are different niches.

I propose a mind-body-soul (M-K-H) split.

And I think this might explain the Hares and how they're similar enough to the Rabbits to be notable, but in such a way that means any proper comparison balderdash, though this is a bit of a stretch: the Hares are one soul able to inhabit multiple bodies, whilst the Rabbits are complete copies of everything that makes a person a person.

I think you're definitely onto something here. I agree that H Corp is very much another Wing in the business of preserving something - whether it's specifically "Soul" or more vaguely "Life" is yet to be seen.

I also agree that the "life insurance" deal is likely a similar if more sophisticated kind to what we see happen to Pamela and Pameli, that being a life insurance in the form of a spare body.

That being said my own theory as to how the Hares and the Rabbits differ is a bit. Well. Different.

Ryoshu's ID specifically mentions that the two groups have "the same roots", implying that their origins are actually extremely similar, but it's what happens after that makes them divergent enough that they can't be compared.

I believe this means that both groups have their source of "power" be some form of artificial body. In R Corp's case it's direct literal cloning, while for H Corp's it could be something like... let's say, bioengineered empty bodies ready to become vessels. Similarly to the kinds of bodies certain life insurances provide.

The main point of divergence here would be how those "spares" are used. R Corp cares more about quantity than quality - they make endless clones to replace those who fall, effectively just replacing lost units as if they were never lost in the first place.

H Corp on the other hand could be the opposite, caring more about quality than quantity, and thus preserving their hired militia through ensuring the lives of their soldiers are directly transferred into their spare vessels rather than outright replacing them.

It would also explain the low opinion that Identity expresses of R Corp. To the Hares, the Rabbits wouldn't seem very impressive now would they? In fact, they might even seem inferior to them, thus making it seem stupid to compare the two.

[bxtxnx]

DREAM OR DELUSION

Neptune in an aspect to the Sun, Venus or Ascendant can easily make you come up with the most whimsical looks in your head and make them a reality just as easy or it can leave you wondering where did you go wrong while dressing up when everything looked so perfect in your head.

In a sextile or a trine to the Sun/Venus/Ascendant, Neptune is a pleasant creative force. You imagine something in your head and it ends up looking perfect in reality. Whether it's an outfit, a hairstyle, a haircolor or anything of the sort, if you envision something and you think it looks good, in reality it ends up looking good. If not even better. The different pieces of the outfit go well together, the hairstyle looks great and the new haircolor suits you perfectly. You can come up with all sorts of looks, because your imagination knows no bounds when it comes to this. Coming up with a style you want for yourself or a personal aesthetic is a piece of cake.

A square or opposition between Neptune and the Sun/Venus/Ascendant is a completely different story however. You can't depend on your imagination to be able to come up with something that looks good. No matter how good something looks in your head and how well everything fits in theory, when you see it in reality something doesn't click. Something just seems off. You don't know what looks best on you, how exactly you want to style yourself and what you want to do with your appearance. Do you want to make a soft and natural makeup your signature look or a full glam? Do you want to go for an elegant or an edgy style? Life is full of questions and no answers. It's hard to pinpoint who you are in terms of style and visual representation.

The conjunction between Neptune and the Sun/Venus/Ascendant can go either way. You may be the creative fashionista that comes up with things others can't imagine or you can be the confused person that just never seems to know what they are doing with themselves. Or you can be both at different times. ☽

[funfairsundaes]

✨Some Cassie and Bailey O’Callahan lore✨

✨💜👒💜✨ 💜👒💜✨ Cassie ✨💜👒💜✨ 💜👒💜✨

👒 Cassie has gained a half-warranted reputation for being an enigmatic ditz, both in her hometown and everywhere else she goes. She’ll often be seen quietly and confidently doing things that make sense to only her. Watering silk flowers. Decorating trees in the local park. Occasionally catching a oddly tame squirrel or two. Whatever she’s doing, do not expect an explanation as to why.✨

👒 She enjoys chocolates, chocolate cherries, chocolate berries, chocolate truffles… anything chocolate covered, really. Being denied of even little joys while in nearly every place she has lived in, candies were easy enough to sneak into her room and hide, and such lessons in have served her greatly.✨

👒 Though normally not a very athletic person, she does occasionally enjoy swimming and horseback riding.✨

👒 Despite being a rather bashful individual, previous circumstances have given her a fear of being left completely alone. She’s big on hand holding. Likewise, she never sleeps with the light off if she can help it.✨

👒 She prefers to speak with body language more than she does with spoken word, especially with those she doesn’t know that well. When she does speak out loud, it’s usually either with compassionate wisdom, or absent-minded non-sequiturs, with very little transition.✨

👒 Cassie is a hobbyist doll maker. She grew up sewing scraps of fabric together into small dolls and stuffing them with wool and sawdust, and eventually learned to work other materials such as leather, wood, and spun cotton. Keeping a journal full of the various ideas she has for projects, she intricately mapping out each cut and stitch, approaching each individual piece like a puzzle or mystery to be solved, and modifying it as she goes.✨

👒 On the subject of mysteries, her favorite stories are often found in between the covers of pulp magazines, murder mysteries and detective dramas. One can assume she’s trying to cope with the disappearance of her own parents.✨

✨💚🐰💚 ✨💚🐰💚✨ Bailey ✨💚🐰💚 ✨💚🐰💚✨

🐰 Bailey likes chicken soup. Bailey really likes chicken soup. Unlike Cassie, who prefers sweet foods, Bailey likes chicken soup, and he will let the whole world know about it if he must. He’ll also be pleased with chicken pot pie, but it’s still just not the same.✨

🐰 Also, unlike his older sister, Bailey is a very open and friendly boy, ready to befriend nearly anyone at the drop of a hat, demanding validation and support from anyone who will offer it. Unfortunately, being raised by a person like Cassie has not given him the best social graces, and he can come off as brash and rude, and accidentally knocking certain spaghetti-limbed people to the ground with surprise hugs is not unheard of.✨

🐰 Though he’s never actually been down into the speakeasy (heaven forbid!), he does look forward to visiting the Little Daisy Café during every so often, to befriend those who work there.✨

🐰 As much as he loves other people, he has a fear of most animals bigger than a rabbit, especially large dogs. He’s far more confident around livestock animals, having grown up closer to them, but still prefers to keep his distance as much as possible, and will hide behind Cassie if they make a loud noise.✨

🐰 Bailey keeps his bunny and blanket with him at all times. After the loss of his parents and the subsequent sleepless nights that followed, Cassie built him a rabbit made of scraps of suede leather and an old flour sack. He considers it to be an extension of all of his family members, comforting him at his most nervous. He often chews on the leather ears, and they often have to be replaced.✨

🐰 Telling Bailey what to do usually leads him to do the exact opposite, partially out of defiance, and partially out of the desire for any sort of attention. Pranks and mischief abound.✨

[coveofsecrets]

@kiyoahdiy requested: “Platonic yandere Shanks as the father of the reader, but the reader is a marine and serves in the Navy, the complete opposite of her father.”

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“𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍”

-> Platonic!yandere!Shanks x reader

-> Warnings: small descriptions of violence, kidnapping, possible ooc-ness, this is written with daughter reader in mind for the request but no pronouns were used across the fic.

-> Word count: 2.4k

-> Yipppeeee my first request!!! Wehehehe thank you for requesting <3. Ngl considering Shanks MINIMAL FUCKING SCREEN TIME, this was a bit difficult, but I’m proud of it nontheless! I think?? Idk. Tbh, I’m not too proud of this??? Not a huge fan of it, but here we go!!! Augh

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There are clouds over your head.

Drifting about the overhead stream, they are much like plankton, not using any energy to defy where the currents take them.

Lazy, but at the same time, beautiful.

The thin, spread-out clouds, providing drops of paint to the canvas of blue up above; the white mists barely count as brushstrokes, moreso faint dabs along the board.

Despite their little abundance, they're a wonderful addition to the painting.

“There you are!”

The warmth of a much bigger person appears next to you; warmth that's plentiful, unlike what’s above.

“Been awhile since I last saw you- I was starting to get worried! Turns out you were here all along.” A bark of laughter comes from the bigger person. “Whatcha out here, for? See something interesting?”

A heavy hand patting your head, your attention is ripped away from the clouds, to the one behind you.

…huh.

Red hair gently flying with the wind; similar to the plankton-like clouds high up.

“Pretty.”

A simple answer from you, unknown if it’s about the mist or the person’s hair, but it’s one your dad takes.

The man hums, “Yeah?”

“Mhm. It looks… It looks like one of those paintings. Like the one we saw in, uh…”

What was that island called again?

A small groan from you, head tilting to the side as you try your best to remember the name of that place.

Hm…

Suddenly, as if a sharp rock has hit the back of your head, the name comes to you.

“Pomerine!”

Shanks laughs.

No warning given, he laughs.

Not just a small chuckle- no, that’s not how he laughs. It’s always a loud, boisterous guffaw that bursts from his stomach; the kind of laugh you’d hear at a party, a gathering for him, his crew, and anybody who wants to join.

Instead of joining in, you bristle, shoulders tensing as you shout “Stop laughing! Isn’t that the name?!”

To your question, there is no answer.

He just continues to cackle endlessly, the sound echoing across the ship, his joy reaching to touch the world.

Yet, despite its spread, the clouds do not care. They just continue to drift along the sky, lazily drifting past the both of you.

Free, unbothered, unshackled.

Much like you, now.

“Cadet?”

A voice; soft fall of the snow, gentle cracking of a fireplace; fills your ear.

Turning to look at the one in a higher position than you, pink glasses reflecting the sun, white coat draped over broad shoulders; you salute.

“Yes, commander?” You hum.

Sea-touched eyebrows furrow, a look of concern washing over her face. “A- are you alright? You’ve been standing here f- for a while now….” Her concern quietly brought up, as if afraid to express her opinion.

A while?

In turn, your own eyebrows furrow.

Didn’t I just get here?

“Really?” Your tongue too slow for your mind, you practically drawl, “Sorry commander, must’ve…” a yawn, “must’ve lost track of time.”

“A- are you sure? You weren’t even here for lunch…”

Lunch?

Aw, man.

Being able to indulge as much as you want, tasting cooking that’s not your own- lunch is your favorite time of the day, and you didn’t even get to indulge in that?

An “Oh.” is all that leaves you, but the disappointment is evident.

“I- it’s okay, though!” To contrast your own sorrow, Tashigi’s tone lifts up. “I saved you some food!” Gloved hands reaching up, a bowl of soup comes into view.

Oh.

Daisies bloom inside your chest.

How kind.

“…thank you, Commander.” You take the bowl, bringing it to your lips.

As usual, it’s delicious.

No matter how the dish may vary- less spices, more water, a bit raw- whoever the chef may be always cooks the signature soup beautifully. In fact, these differences, these imperfections, are what make it yummy.

To your thanks, Tashigi smiles.

Soft socks against cold feet, cool rags against sweaty foreheads.

Her smile’s nice.

To be honest, the entirety of G5’s smiles are nice.

Lips pulled back to show a sneer, lips pulling up to a shy grin, lips pulling down to hide their joy; they’re all so, so different, but so, so enjoyable.

Here, in the Marines, everything’s different. Every day is different, and that’s truly enjoyable.

One day, you could be going about your regular cadet drills, and then another, you could be engaged in a bloody battle with the enemy.

Like right now.

Wait, what?

In a blink, everything’s changed.

All around you, your cremates are running, shouting orders, loading cannons- blasts of those are too close to your ears, sound akin to thunder in a storm.

How did it-?

In your hands, there is a cannon ball, and you find yourself placing it into its holder, lighting the fuel, and covering your ears.

Another strike of lighting, to the enemy ship.

That ship is like any other; big, brown, and with people standing at the end, scrambling around and shouting things at one another.

Oh…

You zoned out again.

God, why do you zone out so much?

It’s been a problem for… awhile, now. Even on the previous ship you boarded, you’d always space off to god knows where. No matter what’s happening- no matter how fun, new, or interesting- you will always find a way to detach yourself from the world.

Well.

Not like it matters, now.

Right now, you have a job to do, and that is loading the cannons to fire at the enemy.

“Vice Admiral-!” A Petty Officer, Gal, calls out, “The Red Hair Pirates’-”

Red Hair Pirates?

Ice-cold nails graze your brain.

“-sails are bowsing! I think they’re planning to engage!”

Bowsing?

The Red Hair Pirates?

Engage?

The crew of an Emperor?

Your father’s crew?

That-

No.

That doesn’t seem right.

That doesn’t seem right at all-

They’re not a type to engage unless necessary, or if they want to talk with the other ship, and as far as you know, there’s nothing to talk about with Marines, so to intend engagement…

Those ice-cold nails against your cerebellum start to stab into the flesh.

“That right?”

The quiet rumble of sea emperors, the loud cry of shoebills.

It’s Vice Admiral Smoker.

Standing in front of the captain’s cabin, facing his underlings, what he says is easily heard by everyone on deck.

What he says easily throws ice-cold water over your head.

“All men, get ready for an on-deck battle!”

Bile rushes up your throat.

“This is not your average pirate we’re facing, but an Emperor! Be on guard, and take them down at all costs!”

They don’t know what they’re up against!

”No matter what, do not let them gain the upper hand. This might be the chance to take down an Emperor of the Sea!”

They’re going to die-!

Compared to your own thoughts, though, the bloodthirsty cries make them feel as if they are nothing.

Swords raised, guns held high; your crew is excited.

Such is the nature of g5.

Violent, crude, and disgusting; all of those traits are combined into one lovable group, the sect more than any average pirate can handle.

But the Red Hair pirates aren’t average.

Whereas every other pirate crew is a fly, the billion-bounty crew is the stars themselves.

Unreachable, only able to be seen at rare moments- and when they are, it’s best hoped they haven’t incurred the fire’s wrath, else a person will be incinerated by them.

It’s too much for G5 to handle.

The meat they drool for will only devour them, their much longer fangs and talons digging into G5’s flesh, forcing them to regret the stupid decision they have made.

They will keel.

Keel, to the might of the Red-Hair pirates.

Keel, to the might of Shanks.

Keel, to the might of your dad.

You don’t want that to happen.

After finally escaping his clutches, hopping from ship to ship, and finding people you love, you can’t let all of it be torn from your hands.

You can’t let them be torn from your hands.

Just like that.

Like an adult stealing candy from a baby, like a bird feeding its young, like a mosquito sucking out blood.

Easily.

I don’t-

Your lungs start to shrivel up.

I can’t-

Your vision becomes blurry.

I- I-!

Your hands start to go numb.

I-!

You can’t do anything.

As much as you want to stop them, to somehow talk them into not picking a fight they cannot win, you know you won’t be able to.

You know you’re powerless in this situation.

So all you can do, in this situation, is help.

Try to help, because in a fight, in a democracy, in any sort of situation, the more numbers, the better.

Even if it’s one, even if it’s a number that is ultimately useless, maybe, just maybe, your small addition could do something.

Maybe it can turn the tide.

It’s a small chance- a chance that not even a gambling addict would take- but it’s a chance.

For any opportunity to keep your freedom, you’ll take anything.

Forcing your lungs to expand, fighting past the blurry vision, hesitant hands grab at the sword strapped on your hip, unsheathing it to hold it up with the rest of your crew.

The weapon points towards the clouds, unbound and unshackled.

Maybe… like I’ll continue to be, if we win this.

Or maybe not.

In the end, your number was useless.

The tens of numbers were useless.

The numbers, known for being relentless, were useless.

You’ve all lost.

Against the desert of the Red Hair Pirates, they were nothing but a speck of sand in the crew’s domain.

Bradycardia in a dog, carbon dioxide in a human.

Even Vice-Admiral Smoker and Tashigi, the strongest people in your sect, are out.

It wasn’t even to the might of the entire crew; it was just one person.

One singular piece, one molecule, which was the head.

Emperor of the Sea, Red-Haired Shanks, your father.

Your father.

At the end of this carnage, he stands; red hair sticking out amongst the brown flooring underneath him, cape blacking out the people on the floor, expression grossly contrasting against the scene.

Shanks is smiling.

Smiling.

Loose and careless, eyes crinkled, he has the face of nothing more than a cocky bastard who knows he’s won.

A cocky bastard that, with one ant left out of the whole colony, can kick his feet up and savor a cold beer, relaxing with the bulk of the threat gone.

A lax giant, facing a terrified ant.

Back painfully pressed against the railing, shallow breaths puffed through your throat, hands shaking around the hilt of your sword…

You’re scared.

You’re so, so scared.

You could practically die of fright, of your heart beating too fast please stop please just stop it stop beating so fast it HURTS-

He speaks.

“Hey, bud-” his voice is a soft murmur against the raging sea- “Been awhile since I last saw you, huh?” He sounds… tired.

A man who has gone through the worst, braving cold and heat, fighting friend and foe, trudging through declining sanity; all that, to find who he holds dear to him.

You don’t know why, but that thought scares you even more.

Something about that man never stopping, never letting himself be swayed by his own bodily needs to the point of being driven to a state that’s barely alive…

You were never going to be out of his grasp for long.

A wheeze is brought out of your mouth, expanding your throat far more than it needs to; a bad response, unclear on what exactly you feel, but it’s a response he takes.

“I-” you start, only to be interrupted by Shanks.

“I’ve missed you, y’know?” Hairy hands come up to you, and for some odd reason, despite how much you want to, you can’t stop it.

It’s as if those nails from before have moved past your skull, spreading its icy wrath across your body, starting by freezing your bones.

For that, you can’t move.

No matter how much you will yourself to, all your body can do for you, is stay still.

Stay still, until the threat passes; still, until the predator leaves the area; still, because running or fighting will be pointless.

His hands caress the skin of your face.

The contact made, red eyes widen, dark bags underneath highlighted, before the organs of sight are forced to relax.

“Aw, cmon,” Shanks chuckles, “There’s no need to look at me like that…” His voice is now… shaky.

Afraid.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re safe.”

His hands feel so warm.

So secure.

So tight.

You want to get away from it, you need to get away from it, you can’t take it anymore-!

However, your muscles won’t respond, the bones holding them together stuck in place- locked into each other, preventing anything from moving.

The smile of your father widens, reaching so far up that his eyes crinkle.

Something’s wrong.

When Shanks smiles- genuinely smiles- his face glows. Gums exposed, teeth bared together, eyebrows high up his forehead and eye crinkles reaching across his face.

This one… this one, though… his teeth aren’t anywhere to be seen, his eyebrows almost cover his eyes, and those crinkles are nowhere to be seen. His face is no longer the sun you once knew, but a version that’s hidden behind the clouds; dark and unknown.

“Let’s go back home, yeah?”

Those words.

That phrase.

The tone.

Finally, you’ve snapped out of your petrification, bones shattering the wall of ice around it, and-

“Wait-”

A pathetic whimper, so small and meek, comes out of you as you step back; shuffle back, really.

That small shuffle is met with a wide step, multiple more following soon after.

The panic in his voice does not match his walking. The Emperor moves slow, steady.

Orca to squid, human to rabbit.

“Please-”

But how much can begging do, when they fall on willfully closed ears?

Nothing.

Thus, the strong arms of Red-Haired Shanks pick you up, bringing you close to his chest.

Away from liberty, closer to isolation.

Once more, you’ll go back to how it was.

Once more, you won’t be able to see the clouds as you please.

Once more, you’ll be safe.

After so long, your dear old daddy has you back, and this time, he’ll never let go.