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dr-futbol-blog · 2 months ago

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Duet, Pt. 5

Next, we finally meet Katie Brown. Having been forced to vacate the hangar lab with his own damn staff, McKay would really rather be alone but alas, Cadman is there talking his ear (brain) off. While we know that McKay left the hangar with the wraith dart, we don't actually know where he was going, or if he even had a destination in mind. It's possible he was heading straight to Heightmeyer, as ordered by Weir, anxious to get that over with. But more than anything, it seems like he just wanted to get away from under the eyes of all the people that had been looking at him like he was crazy. And the fact that he was now here, seemingly talking to himself, did not make him look less crazy. What's more, Cadman was really starting to rile him up:

Cadman: Oh, stop sulking. You're acting like a two year old. McKay: This is your fault, you know. Cadman: How do you figure that? McKay: All you had to do was keep your mouth shut while I was working. Cadman: You have no idea what it's like in here, OK? McKay: Yes, yes, I do. I know exactly what it's like in here because I live in here. I like it here!

While it's probably not Cadman's intention to pass judgement on his body (this time), McKay interprets her words as an all-around condemnation of his physical condition. Most people have some hang-ups about their appearance and shape, and no one is healthy and young perpetually. The human condition is to start dying the moment we are born, death is the first gift given to us by ours mothers. But even so, McKay seems to be all around an average guy with nothing to be ashamed of, and yet he has terrible self-esteem that has only been reinforced by negative feedback he gets from the abrasive way he usually meets other people.

He already feels like he's the most unlovable man in the world, and having met John Sheppard, someone that he sees as representing physical perfection up to and including on the genetic level, having fallen in love with him, has really only made him feel worse about himself. Having grown so intimate with the man, he can't help but compare the two of them and feel like he falls short. Now, while he may have some genetic advantages, Sheppard isn't perfect by any means. At the very least he feels his age, as we see shortly. There are many ways in which Sheppard, too, feels like he falls short of what McKay represents to him. But again, even though they are able to read each other's thoughts right off of each other's faces, neither of them see the way the other looks at them. They can't see each other through the other's eyes.

But, and again make note that he doesn't really care what a woman thinks about his body, McKay does stand up for himself, does challenge what he feels is her wholesale condemnation of his physical condition. He says that he likes being in his body. The earnest way in which he says it tells us that he must have had some good experiences in his body in recent times. His body has given him joy, and likely pleasure. Now, since McKay is not precisely a gourmand and known for deriving pleasure from food, his pleasures must come from other sources.

This line has a connection to Sheppard in that it's one of the first things we ever hear him say. He tells Gen. O'Neill "I kind of like it here," which O'Neill later abbreviates into "He likes it here."

They're talking about the Antarctic. O'Neill does not like it there because he has several bad memories connected to the place. Sheppard likes it there because he has no bad memories attached to it. Now, McKay very likely does have bad memories attached to his body, but it seems as though for him, at this time, the good memories far outweigh the bad memories. What ever has happened recently, he has enough good memories connected to his body to like it there. And since Cadman has not experienced these things in his body, she has no way of knowing what it is like to be him. McKay's voice breaks as he says "I like it here!", revealing just how deeply this is affecting him.

As they are walking and smack in the middle of this existential conversation, they are interrupted by Katie Brown, who calls out for McKay as she comes up from behind (relevant for later):

Brown: Rodney? Cadman: Be cool! McKay: Katie! Hi. Brown: Is everything OK? McKay: Yes! Yes! Everything is just fine. I was just... Cadman: Talking on the radio! McKay: ...talking on the radio. You're well, I take it?

From this initial meeting, we can conclude a few things. First, Katie Brown is much more interested in McKay than McKay is in her. McKay is not happy to see her and were he a man falling in love, a man with a crush, a man just enjoying the company of a woman, he would not look like he'd just swallowed a bitter potion upon seeing her. The situation and the fact that he is trying to conceal his current condition from her is making him anxious, which Cadman (and possibly the audience, as well) interprets as nervousness. Obviously he's rendered into a stuttering fool because he's just so into her. She's just so special, you know. He can (performatively) flirt with women like Samantha Carter with confidence but when it's the real deal, he turns into a teenage boy. Right? He just has too many feelings, they're overwhelming him and making him into a nervous wreck. It's easy to interpret his anxiety as nervousness due to his inexperience with women, and that it is the sheer loveliness of this lady that is making him act this way. Or how ever people explain this.

Regardless, she is the one trying to get his attention, she is the one that maintains eye contact with him, she is the one that steps into his personal space, she is the one who smiles and attempts to flirt with him. She's the one who is trying to secure a date with him (that he has apparently already canceled multiple times), she turns to look at him as she leaves.

Now, her interest in McKay seems genuine, albeit superficial in the way that she never gets to know him and when she is finally forced to look at him as he is, she does not like him very much. All throughout their... involvement, it seems as though Katie does not really even see McKay, she only sees what she projects onto him. But there may be other reasons beyond finding him cute that she could be pursuing a relationship with him. As mentioned previously, Katie Brown likely was chosen by McKay, as a representative of the senior staff, for the expedition. She is a member of the science team of which he is the leader. More than one female member of the science team actually has expressed interest in him, and as a brilliant scientist in a position of power, he does have qualities that many women find desirable even in spite of certain short-comings.

McKay's position in the expedition alone is enough for some women to overlook some of his more charming qualities. And Katie Brown likely is feeling grateful for having been chosen for the expedition, she is likely lonely because a lack of attachments to Earth seems to have been one of the qualifications they looked for in people that were chosen for the mission, and she didn't know many people there beyond McKay, whom presumably had interviewed her on Earth, and who ever attended ladies' poker nights. The new arrivals were all probably looking to get to know people, and in particular to befriend people who had been in the city longer. And hey, if they happened to be cute, brilliant, seemingly harmless and had a lot of sway in how things got done in the city, they might be quite the catch.

So even if none of these were among the reasons Katie Brown had originally developed an interest in him (and they probably were), these reasons are certainly behind her sustained interest in him even when he seems to be expressing a lot of trepidation toward dating her, and this certainly explains why she kept on "dating" him even when he wanted to take things reeeeaaal slow since, as far as we know, they never got past first base and the only time they got to first base was in this very episode, and that wasn't even him.

It might be that she either enjoys the status of dating the head scientist or there's something deeply wrong with her, and we never find out enough about her to know which is the case (and we never find out that much about her because McKay is not interested in her, is not interested in finding out who she is, is not interested in spending time with her enough for us to get to know her). Even here, as McKay inquires about her wellness, he's doing it to shift attention away from himself to her, not because he is particularly interested or even cares how she is. For him, she's a prop. For her, he's probably a trophy, or otherwise a pet or a houseplant that she feels the need to take care of (and note that when McKay asks how she is, she does not actually share anything about herself with him, she wants info on him). Either way, Katie Brown and McKay never form a couple in the definition given for a couple in this episode.

Now, likely bored out of her mind by not being able to do anything, Cadman gets the idea that she's Cyrano de Bergerac and that she's going to help poor McKay who just has no game with women to score living out her romantic comedy plot, where McKay feels like he's caught in The Puppet Masters or "a very strange Outer Limits episode". She thinks it's real clever to give him the excuse that he was talking into his headset so that he might look less crazy for having just been caught arguing with himself, and hence decides to become his woman-whisperer. While from Cadman's perspective, she's trapped in a prison of flesh wanting to connect with the outside world, from McKay's perspective his body is being invaded by an alien consciousness, not unlike the Go'auld.

Now, it's also noticeable that it is Katie Brown who attempts to keep the conversation going here. McKay clearly would rather be anywhere else but stuck in this conversation with her. And let's not gloss over the fact that he lies to her several times during this very short exchange. Not only is not a good foundation for a relationship, it also tells us that he's not particularly keen on sharing himself with her, in letting her get to know him. He is being evasive, and his evasiveness is not just because he has another woman on his mind... literally. And yet in spite of his rather obvious evasiveness, she keeps pursuing (and clearly, has been keeping tabs on his whereabouts):

Brown: I heard you ran into some trouble off-world today. McKay: Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, but everything's fine now, it's all been sorted out. Back to normal.

So, the way McKay sounds here is exactly like when Han Solo was trying to get an imperial officer to ignore them on the Death Star:

Han Solo: Everything's under control, situation normal. Imperial officer: What happened? Han Solo: Had a slight weapons' malfunction but everything's perfectly alright now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

This is to say, McKay is very obviously full on lying to her here. And he's not lying to spare her feelings, he simply does not deem her worthy of the truth. McKay, like Han Solo, is also trying to get rid of her. He's trying to get out of this conversation that he does not want to be in. But whether or not Katie Brown can sense this, she seems insistent on getting that date with him:

Brown: Good. So we're still on for tomorrow? McKay: Yes, yes. Yes, actually, I'm... very much looking forward to it. In fact, I'm sure it'll be a... you know, a wonderful... evening, and what not. Brown: Right! Well, I'll see you then. McKay: Mmm.

Note the noncommittal answer McKay gives her, and also the way her smile vanishes as she takes off and has her back to him. Again, he has apparently cancelled on her multiple times (even if the intention was for "two adults to simply share some friendly..." conversation?) already, and given his current condition, he very likely was going to cancel on her again. Even if he was going have dinner with her, he was damn sure not going to do it now. But apparently, he had been putting this off for a while, possibly ever since they returned to Atlantis. Because he doesn't want to have dinner with her. He doesn't want to go on a date with her. He doesn't want to get to know her. That much is obvious just from this short interaction.

Like Sheppard, McKay is trying to exercise good leadership, and being seen with a woman that seems harmless besides would really be really good for his reputation and the cover he is trying to maintain, all things considered, but he still seems really, really reluctant to go through with it. And since he had already established a pattern of canceling on her obvious enough for her to have discussed it at ladies' poker night, it has nothing to do with his current condition. And it has nothing to do with being shy and nervous around women, either, as he had no trouble telling Cadman off earlier on the field and he literally started his flirting with Samantha Carter by calling her a dumb blonde right to her face. He's not shy and nervous around women. He's... just not that into her. Because she's a woman. Because he's not into women. Is the thing. But Cadman, like a part of the audience, are going to think that it's just because he's bad with women and has absolutely no game:

Cadman: You really know nothing about women, do you? McKay: I know plenty.

McKay has a sister but they are estranged and she seems considerably younger than him. We know that he went on two dates with a woman in college. He works with women and under women, and probably has done so in the past. And he would probably tell you that he knows as much about women as he wants to know. He's not interested in getting to know how women work. There is precious little he wants or needs from women and none of which has to do with the fact that they are women and hence, he's not really bothered about this. And it doesn't even occur to Cadman, who seems both young and naive, that not all men are into women like that.

Furthermore, Cadman's idea that all women are some kind of a hive mind that respond the same way to the same stimulus is sexist. If he really wanted to do McKay a favour, he might help him see Katie Brown as an individual person with individual needs rather than as a representative of a category because that is already how McKay views her. He never does learn to see her as a person but that's all the same, as Katie does not see him as he is either. Perhaps unwittingly and even unintentionally, they are both using the other. But they're not there yet, and the way McKay describes his feeling during these early stages of their getting to know one another tells us all we need to know:

Cadman: Maybe this is a good thing. McKay: Excuse me? Cadman: I could teach you a thing or two about the opposite sex, McKay. Lord knows you need it! McKay: This is hell! This is my own personal hell!

McKay literally describes this as his personal hell. Sheppard later describes what Cadman went through as his "worst nightmare" but this, having to pretend to be straight to a military officer who is a) a woman, b) under the command of his former lover and the man that he still loves, c) stuck inside his brain and d) under the impression he wants to hook up with women and decides to take it upon herself to make sure that it happens is his personal hell. He is in hell.

Now, it was only because Cadman pushed Beckett away instead of McKay that this happened to him but it could easily have been Beckett this happened to. And the experience would likely have been much easier for a (mostly) straight guy like Beckett--straight both in the sense of sexual orientation and not hiding as many secrets for himself and others as McKay does. Likely, Beckett would have taken the opportunity to get to know Cadman through conversation and waited patiently until McKay fixed the situation, and then gone about his day. With McKay, it's different. If this episode teaches us anything, it is that Rodney McKay does not like women and he barely tolerates to be around them.

Now that we have this very heterosexual scene here to make sure that everyone thinks McKay is interested in women, the show can safely present something extremely homoerotic with Sheppard. If the audience has been convinced that McKay is pursuing a woman, it casts an effective "no homo!" on the subsequent scene. And oh boy.

Both testing Ronon and trying to integrate him as part of Atlantis, Sheppard is watching him spar with four young marines in the gym. He's leaning on a rubber torso used for practicing strikes, a body opponent. We've never seen it before and it's at least never featured prominently again, so the prop has been inserted into this particular scene for a reason. And the thing is, Sheppard leaning with his pelvis out, resting his arm on the shoulder of the naked man doll is doing nothing to make this less homoerotic.

The entire composition of the scene is meant to make us think about sweating, grunting and heaving man bodies tangled together in the throes of physical activity. And as we watch them, so does Sheppard.

For sure, his lean is going for nonchalant. Like it's no big deal, he's just here to check out the new recruit and test out his skill-set. Like he can barely be bothered to watch this but he might as well, since he's already here. But it's really not necessary for him to be thrusting his dick out like that for it.

Now, Sheppard certainly seems turned on. A freshly single guy that has (probably) not had sex for months, he's allowed to be turned on by this. Ronan is a fine physical specimen, and the young marines are the best of the best they've got. But even so, Sheppard would never actually pursue any of them. Young soldiers under his command are off limits to him, and he counts Ronon among these men. And make no mistake, his age is a factor here. Watching them, he seems very much to be feeling his age. Although his age and trying to maintain his authority are probably not the only reasons he turns down the opportunity to throw down with Ronon himself:

Sheppard: Alright. Let's try that again. Marine: How about you try that again? Sir. Sheppard: Maybe that's enough for today.

For Sheppard, this is a purely look-don't-touch situation. He's just window shopping for the briefest moment because one, it's damn hot and two, he needs something for how his life has been going recently. Watching them tussle for a moment doesn't hurt anybody, and if any of this is going in his mental bank for later, that's no one's business but his own.

But as hot as this is, he is also looking at it with a professional eye. He likes what he sees when it comes to Ronon's skill-set and he's more convinced than ever that he's the man for the job he needs him for.

But what's really important is this: Sheppard came here directly from watching McKay having what can only be described as a mental break down in front of his own staff. McKay was clearly injured by what ever happened to him inside the dart, and that was all Sheppard's fault. He had not been there to protect McKay, he had paired him up with a rookie Lieutenant, he had taken him with to the planet in the first place, he had shot down the dart holding him. In so many ways, what had happened to McKay had been his fault, and it had clearly exerted a heavy toll on the man. He was so fucking tired of not being able to keep McKay safe.

And that's why he's here, now.

Back in the commissary probably less than an hour ago, he had told Ronon to take his time deciding whether to join them. And then he went right back to Ronon from having watched McKay's breakdown. Because he needs to make this happen. Having witnessed that, he needs Ronon to join them more than ever. And so, he's doing the hard sell. He's not going to take no for an answer from this man. The reason he's working so hard to get Ronon to join them in this episode has everything to do with the McKay situation. He needs this man, and he while he would like to give him time to make his decision, right now he has none to give.

What's also interesting is that Sheppard looks down at the ground while the scene is playing out before him, seeming lost in his thoughts for a moment. The ground has a mat used in combat training. These kinds of mats are used, for example, when practicing forward rolls. That McKay had been learning. That Sheppard probably had been teaching him. Very likely in the gym. On a mat such as this. Perhaps on this very mat. And if he managed to do that and not have sex with him on the mat, he's made of stronger stuff than most men. As mentioned previously, there was no way for them to actually show us Sheppard teaching McKay forward rolls because it's not possible to disguise the touch of a lover as collegial. It's not possible for him to disguise touching McKay as the touch of a friend, or a team leader, because he knows that body far too well. All he can think to do is to keep a distance between them.

Continued in Pt. 6

#sga #stargate atlantis #sga meta #john sheppard #sheppard is bi #rodney mckay #rodney is gay #ep. duet #ep. rising

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merakiui · 1 year ago

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okay but what about mangaka jade who is known for writing some of the most batshit insane stories? they’re always so bloody and graphic, scenes depicting victims having their organs removed are always so… realistic in their portrayal some internet users have begun suspecting him of the bodies found around the city! but it’s just fiction, of course - it’s not like he derives any pleasure from seeing the human body disfigured beyond belief, until it’s but a lump of flesh and organs in disarray. just don’t question too much when you receive a request to model for mangaka! jade, even if the location he sends you is hours away from the city >_<

OOOOOO imagine being an internet sleuth trying to decipher the strange and mysterious mangaka known only by the pen name: naoh. They're a very talented artist and storyteller, but they're just so shrouded in anonymity! naoh never attends any conventions or events, but they do self-publish and sell their works through doujinshi and manga websites. naoh is rather particular when it comes to their work. They never resell works that have already been published. In essence, once a work is sold out it's never going to be sold again, and they only ever create a maximum of two works each year with limited numbers of copies. naoh themself isn't very active on their social media, only ever posting the rare WIP or an update on when a new work will be up for sale. Despite their quiet social media presence, they have gained quite the following. naoh never follows anyone on their account, and it seems like they rarely engage with fellow mangaka and creators with similar interests. They work alone.

You're a fan of naoh's work. The way they draw the human body is fascinating. It's something that could be seen in an anatomy textbook; it's always so realistic and yet still so eerily beautiful and stylized! You'll never forget how they draw emaciated bodies. It's an image imprinted in your brain: horrifyingly realistic and skeletal, a figure so gaunt it's quite literally skin and bones drowning in clothing that can no longer fit comfortably. You've always wondered how they manage to draw such visceral scenes (like the ones depicting clinical dissections or decaying corpses). And then there's the way they depict fear. It's almost always raw, stretching the characters' features into something horrific. It looks so real; it feels tangible. Fans often speculate if naoh has a job in law enforcement or any other profession that deals with the more grotesque and graphic sides of humans, which could be references for some of their horror stories and could explain why they're so good at depicting details.

But then there are the fans who go beyond simple, innocent curiosity and begin to ask disturbing questions: What if naoh isn't with law enforcement? What if, rather, they're the exact opposite: a criminal? It feels like a silly theory, but when you flip through the physical copies of their work and compare the plots to the yet-to-be-solved cases throughout the past few months you begin to spot a few minor similarities. They're never glaring; after all, naoh is a master of crafting both cutthroat terrors and subtle horrors. The type that builds suspense over time. The type that crawls into your head through your ear to whisper nonsense at night. The type that slowly forms a picture over time, but once you realize this it will have been too late.

In their most recent work, a young man is out for a hike when he takes a stumble and falls down a dangerous slope, landing on a rocky outcrop that breaks his leg and leaves him trapped many feet above the ground. He tries to call for help, but no one seems to hear his voice. He spends days on the outcrop, slowly losing hope and sanity. By the end of the story, he's so certain he's going to die that he drags himself over to the edge and free-falls to the ground below. He lands in a spattering mess of shattered bone and stringy, bloody muscle. A lump of a human. The cruel twist is that his hiking partner had actually left to get help as soon as he had fallen and that the man had only been stuck up there for ten hours. Not even a full day, yet panic seized him and left him in hysterics. Had he remained calm and waited, he would have been saved.

It's a terrifying concept made even more scary when you realize there was a story just like this that hit the news. Only it wasn't a man who had slipped. A woman had been out for a run through mountainous woods; she was training for an upcoming cross-country journey through uneven terrain when she sustained blunt force trauma to the head. Many suspect her running buddy to be at fault, as she was never found, and it's theorized she's still on the run. The woman had attempted to flee, but with her head injuries her senses were vastly impaired and she took too many wrong turns. Police suspect she unintentionally ran herself to the edge of a cliff. From there, the story is foggy and difficult to piece together, but it ends terribly: she was found at the very bottom days later, decomposing in thorny bushes, her body mangled and twisted and smashed beyond recognition. The pathologist noted her body was in such disrepair that it's unclear what truly killed her, whether the fall or injuries she had sustained prior to the fall.

And it isn't just this story that somewhat mirrors naoh's works (often it's a setting or a circumstance or a facet of the true crime itself incorporated. Very rarely is it about the victim). You read up on very long threads regarding naoh and their identity, and slowly you find yourself doing research of your own. You have no idea where to start, so for now you keep track of each story you hear on the news and try to match pieces of it to naoh's works in hopes of learning anything new. Unsolved cases, though plentiful and murky, are where you turn to, as well as the discussion boards online. So many people are convinced naoh is a killer. After reading a few rational theories, you're beginning to think so, too. (Though something tells you it could be coincidence, or it could be naoh taking inspiration from reality. They might not even be a murderer like some think; it might just be hateful people trying to sully their name.)

One day, while scouring naoh's social media for any clues, you get the idea to type the pen name into the search bar as if it might yield something interesting. And the first thing that pops up is: Sodium hydroxide (NaOH), known commonly as lye or caustic soda, is... You stop reading and scramble to grab naoh's first-ever work: a work in which that same chemical plays a major role in murder. NaOH is a substance that, when heated to a certain degree, can dissolve a human body into a syrupy liquid in just three hours.

And that's the pen name of a mangaka who writes and illustrates horror stories about the sordid sides of humankind. A mangaka who might just be a murderer racking up a horrifying kill count, and no one knows anything about them or where they might be in the world. Most of all, no one knows where they'll strike next and who will fall victim to a dangerous killer.

naoh is a mangaka catalouging their murders, and you're determined to prove it.

#twisted chit chat #i promise i am sane about jade leech #internet sleuth reader teaming up with police officer deuce spade to help find and capture naoh >:)#i just know jade was rubbing his hands together like a devious mosquito when he was coming up with that pen name #hypothetically what if i write a fic with this concept and it's as brutal as 11:11..... hehe jk jk #or am i.....??? :)

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beast-feast · 6 months ago

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I oughta play into her "can mindfuck someone into seeing what he wants them to see" more. It's so good. (Images below because Tumblr is bugging out)

Compiled lore dump under the cut for anyone interested :)

I've mentioned in the first post of Semi some stuff about him so I figured I might as well clean it up now that he's more defined.

She's still an undefined being, a semicolon doesn't exactly relate to the algebraliens after all, so what he's related to or even what he is (aside from well. A semicolon) is pretty much a mystery. Nobody even really knows where he came from and he doesn't disclose that information to anyone.

He also possesses the unique capability of essentially "dimension-hopping" through teleportation, and other likewise powerful abilities reminiscent of algebraliens and other entities. For Semi, he uses his abilities for self-pleasure of a sort; entering one world to derive enjoyment through torment and then moving on to the next once he's had her fun.

Fear is her lifeblood: it's what he desires most. There's never a shortage of it, but toying with the same people can get tiring. But here's the thing. Semi leaving a world doesn't mean that she'll never come back. There's an air of uncertainty that permeates upon his departure because nobody knows when he'll be back. It's like leaving a scourging imprint in the minds of everyone he comes across from the impact she leaves on them all.

One of the (many) things he does to invoke the fear she wants is through a means of mental games. Basically he has the capability of making whoever he wants see what he wants, at any time and she uses it exclusively to make that person see things like their nearest death date, etc. In a sense he's a shapeshifter, but not exactly because his appearance doesn't physically change (USUALLY. It can but he doesn't particularly find a use for it when she can just make it look like it's changed.)

There's a few that Semi doesn't bother, surprisingly — those that are just too "boring" to linger around, in his eyes. So basically being too mundane in her eyes is the thing that keeps her out of your way, but that isn't a 100% foolproof plan.

And just a fun tidbit; there's a notch in each of her hands that hides away her thumbs when they're not in use (usage being typically grabbing objects.)

(@froggiepads119 since you were interested!!!)

#object oc #semi #tw body horror #// body horror

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oflights · 1 year ago

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drarry and breakfast!!! or just food in general, mealtimes at home, cooking, going to restaurants, etc 😌 been loving your ideas so far!! thank u

hello!! so sorry for the long wait for this, i overestimated how much brain energy i would have while traveling for work, haha.

breakfast!! food!!!

i do headcanon harry's relationship with food, and very specifically making food, to be super complex. the weasleys managed to reconfigure food as a love language for him, overriding some really formative toxicity (and that's ignoring the failures/inherent grossness of how canon approached making the dursleys into villains; fuck jkr's fatphobia for real). until the weasleys and hogwarts, food was about scarcity vs excess, about serving vs being served, and i think it takes a long time to unspool all of that.

i think he holds having enough food as an ideal to strive for, even when he's food secure. it's hard for him to derive uncomplicated pleasure in preparing food (for himself, for other people) because it always feels indulgent.

and draco simply Cannot Relate. he's a picky eater! he indulges! he can't even fathom the binary harry is struggling to get past. if he cooks for himself (and i don't have a firm headcanon for whether he's good at it or not; i've imagined him as a chef [obvs] to totally helpless) that's about the ability to cater to his own taste and growing past childhood dependencies. if he cooks for other people, it's about a generosity of indulgence, wanting to share his own tastes.

so i think draco helps harry develop tastes, to deepen his appreciation for food while moving on from some of the guilt associated with it.

and i love imagining them working through this together over lovely, lazy breakfasts cooked together. doing it bit by bit on sunday mornings, half-dressed, eating out of the pan, halfway through a plate of food and it occurs to harry that "oh, we should've made some bacon, too" and draco's like "let's make bacon" so they go and do that. getting in each other's way, moving each other out of the way, swatting each other with hand towels and spatulas, "let's make bread" "idk how to make bread" "let's find out how to make bread", not putting the tomatoes on the plate if you don't really like them, just leave them off harry!!! where food is a love language because they're in love; "the world begins at a kitchen table" etc. etc.

#asks #moonmanateee #food #drarry headcanons #oflights headcanons #ask meme #honestly i thought about this soooo much for make this leap #picky eater draco with really finicky tastes and allergies and resentment about food just like barreling into a career of it to fix that #harry opening a restaurant thinking an idealized version of a happy normal life starts and ends around a table eating something good #but not really developing what that means for him #until draco helps him do that!#i love that version of them 🥰

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jraker4 · 5 months ago

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You don't speak for anyone but yourself, cupcake, so I'm not sure who you're referring to when you talk about 'us'. As for who you're trying to fool, the same people you try and fool on each of your new account names: folks-especially Jews and those who support a Jewish right to, y'know, exist in dignity and self-determination-who mistake you for an speaker in good faith who just believes awful things, someone who can be reasoned with or spoken to intelligently. This is like the third time I, personally, have experienced this pattern of yours. *shrug* I suppose you have to pretend you're getting away with something to justify the time you put into it. You're not taken seriously because you're a shrieking, bigoted baby about it. It's not complicated:) You insist that hearing a label about yourself that upsets you gives you the right to make threats and go shout at people who weren't even talking to you. You've got an enormous entitlement, which is a part of your cultural Christianity: you believe you have a right to determine what other people think and say. I'll tell you one thing for certain, that's not a belief you derived from atheism. You routinely behave in a way that is colored by your upbringing in a Christian culture. It's not even a damning criticism. No one is ever entirely free of their upbringing, after all. It takes years of difficult, inward-looking work and commitment to begin to shake such things off. If you didn't take so much pleasure in screaming at Jews, and if you hadn't shown yourself to be such a bad-faith liar so many times, I might even-as an atheist who grew up in a strongly Christian-informed household myself-try and empathize and draw you out about why you're so angry and the hurt that must lie at the heart of that, to try and identify with you and help you understand that it's not an insult to have come from something. As for Palestinians, once again you accidentally tell on yourself. Even your mention here of Palestinians is an afterthought. You give considerably less weight to the supposed genocide of Palestinians than you do to...your own outrage at being called (correctly) culturally Christian. So, yeah, Palestinians are indeed a part of this, for you: they're a convenient prop for you to justify your own sniveling little hatred. And over what? Because you've been called culturally Christian. So hey, by all means, keep it up. There's basically three sorts of people who even see your rants: there's Jews who experience actual prejudice and injustices the likes of which would give you a panic attack, and who are quite accustomed to bigots like you-they see you saying familiar bullshit, and block you, and continue on with their lives, and aren't likely to even remember you exist for more than a day or two; there's Jews who push back on your bullshit, who decide to continue the work of resisting injustice, because that work is never done-to them, you're an irritant, but nothing serious, scarcely more than a slightly irksome chore that they're long used to. They, too, have plenty of experience in the sort of bigotry you claim to have suffered, and they've got you clocked as another hateful little coward who makes himself feel less pathetic by screaming at them; they're used to that. And then there's outsiders like me, who mostly just like to mock you for being so contemptible, who take some small satisfaction in inviting you to expose the stupid, whiny hates that lie at the heart of you, and to push back on your bullshit. To show solidarity in some small way, to lend a hand to the constant chore that is, well, people like you.

Oh, and to look forward to whatever ridiculous garbage falls from your fingertips next, like this entire new profile of yours:) It ranks right up there with the time you accidentally talked about 'Christians like us'. PS: Make sure to pretend you didn't read this, and post it from your hate blog. Dedicated to, well, me. :)

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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Slashers Toy Story!AU

Or, *cough* a way for me to write out a buncha funny Incorrect Quotes and smoosh two things I love together.

Woody: Jason Voorhees

Buzz Lightyear: Michael Myers

Jessie: Ghostface

Prospector/Stinky Pete: Roman Bridger

Bo Peep and Ham: Freddy Krueger

Mr Potato Head: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray

Mrs Potato Head: Tiffany Valentine

Slinky: Carrie White

Rex: Bubba Sawyer

Barbie: Jennifer Check

Ken: Patrick Bateman

Lotso-'O'-Huggin' Bear: Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt. Was gonna be Bo, but Hoyt just fits way better. Plus he has Thomas.

Chuckles: Monty

Big Baby: Thomas hewitt

The Chatter Telephone: Luda Mae Hewitt

Also, Sunnydale Daycare: Ambrose. Because why not.

*I'm thing the kids in Toy Story are the fanbase and creators of the Slashers in this AU. Like, Andy and Bonnie are the original creators that make up the canon stuff and created them to be the infamous characters we all know- and Sid is us fan-people that twist and distort the characters for our own pleasure, haha XD *

An abundance of Incorrect Quotes bellow the cut!

Chucky: *With all the features on his face mismatched*

Chucky: Hey Freddy, look! I'm Picasso!

Freddy: ... yeah, I don't get it. *Leaves*

Chucky: *what... * You uncultured swine!! *Shakes his fist at Freddy's retreating back. That was a good fucking joke, goddamn.*

Michael: *Writing down on whiteboard:* Excuse me... I think the word you're searching for is

THE SHAPE.

Jason: *Already so done with this edgy boy's bullshit*

Jason: *Moves attention to his own whiteboard, starts writing*

Jason: *Shows board*

NO. The word I'm 'searching for', I cant say, because there are preschool toys present.

*Gestures ferociously to Carrie and Bubba.*

Jason: *Ughhhh. Shows board that he frantically wrote on:* Its not a KNIFE! Its a little stick of plastic!!

Freddy: What's wrong with him??

Chucky: Knife envy~

Freddy: Ah been there

Jason and Michael: *Watching Dr Loomis give psychology advice*

Jason and Michael: *Slowly tilting their heads sceptically, in unison*

Michael: *Holds up board for Jason to read:* ... I don't think that man has ever been to medical school.

Jason: *Trying to get Michael to help him. Writes passive aggressively on board and shoves the thing in Michael's view:* Would you give me a hand!???

Michael: *Fucking slices his own arm off and chucks it at Jason*

Look, he's having a bad day...

Freddy: *Sneaks up on Jason and digs his fingers into the giants sides*

Jason: *Whips around and cracks Freddy in the face from shock*

Jason: *Realises its just Freddy as the other groans and holds his nose, and looks a little guilty. Oh, Freddy. Writes on board and shows him:* There's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Freddy: Agh- Fucking- Merry Christmas, hockey puck!

Jason: *Catches sight of something above them, tilts his head. Writes and shows board:* Isn't that mistletoe?

Freddy: *A slow, creepy grin rips across his face* Yep.

~ Toy Stoy 2~

Jason: *Frantically holding up a board:* Michael! I was a yo-yo!

Freddy and Chucky: *Look at each other*

Chucky: 'Was'?

*Michael and the others watching a dude try to buy Jason and failing.*

Michael: *Thinking: Mm, now just walk away.*

Man: *Follows after where Jason went.*

Michael: *Thinking: ... the other way.*

*After Jason has been stolen- everyone is panicking*

Michael: *Stomping his foot, trying to gather these psychopaths' attentions. Wait a minute! Wait, hold on! When he semi has their attention, he shows a piece of paper with writing on it:* This is not time to be hysterical.

Freddy: Its the perfect time to be hysterical.

Bubba: *Gasp. Should we be hysterical!?*

Carrie: *Tries to calm Bubba down, a hand on his arm and voice gentle* No-

Chucky: Yes.

Michael: *Thinking: ... well, maybe*

Freddy: Give this to Jason when you find him

Freddy: *SMACKS MICHAEL UPSIDE THE HEAD*

Michael: ... *Holds up board* Alright. But I don't think it'll mean the same thing coming from me.

Freddy: *Up ahead* Hey guys! Why did the toys cross the road!?

Michael: *But rolls his eyes. Not now bacon bits.*

Bubba: *Perks up and waives. Oh! He loves riddles. Why?*

Freddy: To get to the chicken... on the other side!

*They all look out and celebrate, seeing where Jason was being kept hostage... but then realise how dangerous getting across will be as a giant fricken truck careens by and crushes a can the same size as them*

Bubba: ... *Promptly turns around and starts walking back the way they came. Oh well. We tried-*

Michael: *Grabs Bubba back*

Jennifer: I can help! I'm Tour Guide Jen!

Jennifer: Please keep your hands, arms and accessories inside the car, and no flash photography! Thanks.

Chucky: -I'm a married man, I'm married man, I'm married man-

Freddy: *Shoves Chucky out of the way* Then make room for the single fellas.

Michael: *Ugh. Writes on board:* They're on level 23.

Carrie: How are we gonna get up there?

Bubba: *Gestures to balloons, then up to the sky. Meaning: Maybe if we find some balloons, we could float to the top!*

Chucky: Are you kidding? I say we stack ourselves up, push the intercom, and pretend we're delivering a pizza.

Freddy: How bout a roast? *Grins*

Freddy: *Assesses Chucky and Carrie in turn* With tenderised pig and a slaughtered lamb as sides.

Chucky: Hold the fuck up did you just call me a pig- and a side-

Carrie: What?

Bubba: Oh! Oh! *Pats his chest excitedly. Do him! What about me??*

Freddy: ... Eh, you can be the toy that comes with the meal.

*Michael does something to get them all hurt and doesn't to care at all, of course. Just moves on.*

Chucky: Remind me to glue his mask on his head when we get back.

Freddy: *Nods, yep*

Chucky:*Embracing Tiffany after having been away saving Jason*

Glen and Glenda: You saved our lives! We're eternally grateful!

Chucky: Oh, fuck...

Tiffany: You saved their lives, Chucky?? Oh, my hero.

Tiffany: *Immediately drops Chucky in favour of picking up the babies* And they're adorable! Lets adopt them!

Chucky: *Thinking: What? No- Absolutely not- Don't say tha-*

Glen and Glenda: Daaaaddy!

Chucky: Fuck.

~Toy Story 3~

Jason: *Holds up a sign as he stands there menacingly with his machete:* You got a date with justice, Charles.

Chucky: Heh, too bad, 'sheriff'. I'm a married man.

Tiffany: *Comes out screaming, wielding goddamn nun chucks*

Michael: *Eyes narrow behind mask, slowly holds up sign he prepared earlier:* Bastard son of a hundred maniacs.

Freddy: Hah. That's Mr Bastard son of a hundred maniacs, to you!

*The toys/Slashers watch some toys, including Jennifer and her car get thrown in the donation bin*

Ghostface: Oh, man, poor Jen.

Freddy: ... I get the corvette.

Tiffany: Its alright, Jen, it'll be okay.

Jennifer: Well... Needy and I have been growing apart for a while...

Jennifer: Its just... I cant believe she would kill me!

Chucky: *Who's 'best friend till the end'/victim also killed him* Yeah. Welcome to the club, toots.

Hoyt: They just love new toys, don't they?

Chucky: Love!? We've been chewed, kicked, drooled on-

Tiffany: Just look at my nails!

Hoyt: ... Hm. Well, here's the thing, sweetheart. You aint leavin' Ambrose.

Tiffany: *Thinking: Oh fuck no he did not just- * Sweetheart!? Who do you think you're talking to!? I have over 10 kills, and I deserve more respec-

Hoyt: *Covers Tiffany's mouth with his hand* Ah, that's better.

Chucky: *Thinking: I'm going to fuck this douche up- * Hey, no one takes my wife's mouth. *Shoves Hoyt back off her by the chest* 'Cept me.

*Hoyt and Thomas bring Chucky back from 'The Box'. He's more fucked up looking then usual, sand all through his hair and stuck to his plastic features. He shakes it out of his pockets.*

Tiffany: *Gasp* Sweetheart!

Chucky: Eugh... it was cold. And dark. Nothin' but sand and a couple of Lincoln logs.

Freddy: Ehhh... I don't think those were Lincoln logs.

Ghostface: I was wrong...

Chucky:

Chucky: Ghostface is right. He was wrong.

Jennifer: *Fake cries*

Chucky: *Slaps a Pidgeon*

*Trying to reset Michael back to his former settings/self (The one that knows them and therefore will maybe-perhaps-possibly not kill them*

Freddy: Oh- oh- oh, here we go. there should be a little hole under the switch.

Jason: *Little hole little hold little hole- Nods. Got it!*

Freddy: To reset your Michael Myers action figure, insert paper clip-

Jason: *Sharply turns to Bubba, urging him to put his finger in the hole quickly*

Freddy: Caution; Do not hold button for more then five seconds...

Michael: *Suddenly stops thrashing and goes slack*

Everyone: ...

Bubba: *Jumps off him, holding up his hands. Its not my fault!!*

Michael, on Spanish Mode: *Gives Jason two sweet kisses on either cheek*

Jason: *Awkwardly, slowly holds up sign:* We gotta switch him back.

Ghostface: Oh! Mikey!!

Michael, still on Spanish Mode: *Sees Ghostface*

Michael: *Drops to his knees, gathers up Ghostface's hand*

Michael: *Looks up at Ghostface in utter awe and admiration*

Ghostface: *Freaken freaked out. Shouldn't he be the creepy one in this outfit? Leans away* Uhh... did you fix Michael?

Freddy: Uh, sorta. I mean I for one think this is a huge improvement.

Michael, STILL on Spanish Mode: *Does a dance of feelings around Ghostface, wanting to express himself*

Ghostface: What- why- please stop I'm gonna pee myself- Of laughter or fear I have no idea but I WILL PEE

Michael: *Grabs and dips Ghostface, and holds up a sign* We will be the most famous killers in history, together.

Ghostface: *Thinking: Oh I can get behind that, hell yeah- *

Jason: *Arrives*

Ghostface: Oh- *Scrambles out of Michaels hold* JASE!

Michael: *Watches them move on together* *Throws down the sign*

Freddy: I suddenly feel disgusting, like... I somehow ended up in some kinda... love-square, of some kind...

Jason: *Nicely gestures for Michael to give him some help*

Michael, stillllllll on Spanish mode: *Sniffs his nose at Jason's hand, shoving him out of the way with one arm like no thank you.*

Jennifer: Authority should derive from the consent of the governed. Not from the threat of force! // Or, alternatively which I think fits a whole lot better- // I am not going to stand back here and let another fucking old white guy tell me what the fuck to do!

Chucky and Freddy, two old white guys: *Look at each other*

Chucky:

Freddy:

Chucky and Freddy: *Shrug*

And that's it seeing as I don't really wanna see Toy Story 4. I hope you enjoyed this silly thing with me at least a little XD

Okay so I got a little attached in the end.

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sanstropfremir · 3 years ago

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So, naturally, someone has to ask you about onlyoneof's comeback. The whole thing has me incredibly confused. Firstly 8 songs were teased but only 4 released? Is this album actually supposed to be a prerelease? And then conceptually....the teasers weren't very coherent and the mv and song are just so strangly detached from each other? To be fair libido was also detached but the mv was coherent with itself while the skinz mv feels like it didn't have a core direction. The tech opening was great but then the pov section hit and just....idk the whole thing lost its plot. I will say the what I've seen of the choreo fits the song well, I just don't get how something that was openly a libido sequel felt so off when the material was right there.

I loved the outfits for the first stage, junji's jacket was fantastic. Someone said they were serving second gen and while I don't think they went that far I do love the copious and copiously cheap leather. I'm certain they'll release another guilty pleasure version that's just the choreo and I really wanna see the whole dance.

I love the three bsides we got I'm just so beyond confused on how they straight up dropped only half of the tracklist. That and the MV being super cheap genuinely made me wonder if the full comeback hasn't actually happened yet but there's just no news of anything like that so...??????

I actually do like skinz in the same way I liked libido- neither song appealed to me at ALL at first but infinite's the chaser made me make a two listen rule because I also somehow hated that song on first listen. On second listen...the 10 seconds of opening with the guitar that fades into the instrumental is SICK. I wish the guitar was more present in the song other than little pop ups here and there. It's def a weird song and the weakest of the 4 we got but also feels very derived from libido and sage. I think it could've been a great noise music song and I can hear what they were trying to do with it I just can't figure out if it's too empty or too crowded.

What are your thoughts?

oh this is so long! thank you!!

yea the whole comeback has been a bit scattered but honestly i think it's probably a money thing more than anything else. we know they are actually capable of doing full scale concepts since all their previous cbs have been more typical; i suspect they really took a hit domestically with libido and the fact that they doubled down instead of switching concepts to something that was less socially 'risque'. it's obviously a gamble they were willing to make in order to be their weird little indie boy selves and i applaud them for it. they've clearly got enough support to keep the lights on and if that lets them keep making music than i'll take some sacrifices.

as far as the mv goes, i don't actually mind it? well, i do mind it, but let me explain. i hate watching it because pov type stuff skeeves me the fuck out, but i also think they did that on purpose. the fact that they likely had a much smaller budget this time around means that they had to do some very creative problem solving to get a cohesive mv, and this is a perfect example of limitations breeding creativity. i think they're playing at something really interesting by reaching into the space of the whole voyeuristc fan experience and superimposing it with a 'storyline'/such obvious inter-group connections. although libido was decidedly western tinted, it still fell within the production standards of what we expect from a kpop mv. despite there being a rise in 'authentic' content from idols, there's usually a very clear distinction between 'performance' work and 'extra content', of which we see a visual distinction that usually comes down to things like rehearsal/casual clothes, tech quality, filming locations, etc. so even though the skinz mv ticks all the boxes of being easy-to-film cheap casual content, i don't actually think it is. there's a couple of really good vfx shots, there's two different aspect ratios, a lot of the shots are very purposefully framed, and the pov aspect, obviously. the fact that they all get into a company car but there's not a manager driving, and there's no accidental shots of staff at all, which all tell me this was a storyboarded and intentional mv. because of the high standard of production, a kpop mv presents an idol as a 'character' in a sense; they aren't wearing clothing they would usually wearing, they're in an artificial setting, and they aren't really 'acting' like themselves either. they're dressing up for work, yanno? customer service face etc. so by purposefully breaking the clearest visual boundary between 'work' and 'casual', skinz is directly questioning those boundaries. where exactly is the line between what's 'performance' and what isn't? how much do we see as fans and who are we to tell if what we're seeing is 'real' or not? it's a really interesting mv concept. not entirely sure it was totally successful, but it got there for me.

it is annoying that they only dropped half the tracklist and it is 100% my villain origin story but addy (@hoforwonho) told me that re-bido was a cd exclusive, which makes me think that the rest of them are as well. and i don't blame them for trying to drum up money any way they can. i'm just glad gaslighting was in the tracks they dropped for streaming because it was the one i was most excited about from the previews and it fucks supremely. ultimate bliss is also really good but gaslighing is my fave by far.

in terms of the actual title track itself, i LOVE the guitar and i think the instrumental has good bones but i don't like the vocal line (not the people, the actual melody+lyrics+arrangement) at all. i think where you're getting the too empty/too crowded from is that the vocals are doing a LOT and the instrumental is kinda bare under the guitar riff, but they're not working together at all. it bothers me less in the studio recording but the chaos is really obvious in the performances. i think i can see where they wanted it to go but it didn't make it all the way there for me, even if i can understand why it was meant to be offputting.

#kpop questions #onlyoneof #ooo w #in terms of the song not matching the aesthetics of the mv i think it was again them going for something as disarming as possible #like the lyrics that they do have in english are so........hm. well. 'wiggle with this parasite' sounds fuckin gross. personally #and we know they can write good english lyrics #in gaslighting there's 'grab me when im teetering/everything is being mirrored by your handling' which FUCKS #plus with the nails scraping sample. i think skinz was just mean to be offputting #also pretty sure the whole pov thing was intentionally meant to be unsettling. like looking into something you weren't supposed to #like i think it was directly confronting the whole weirdness of a bunch of dudes singing a love song to one person thing about boy bands #yanno?#like theyre really really directly beating at the whole celebrity/fan relationship thing #like i cannot imagine a larger group doing something like this it really is SO direct #like i thought maniac and cant control myself were on the nose but these boys really went the extra mile #i also want to see a stable cam of their choreo. i really love the ending pose a LOT #im sure one of the music shows has one up by now #text #answers

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touyaz · 3 years ago

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What are other acts/scenes besides sitting on a roof together do u find to be intimate? I’m in such a soft mood imagine the solace of rooftop conversations with Dabi about daddy issues and broken hero society🥺

I GOTCHUU. Once I started writing this I couldn't stop. You may be sick of the words intimate and personal by the end of this <3 I've also sprinkled characters into this; mostly the haikyuu boys but some bnha & jjk dudes are in here. Too many to list :')

Also wanna preface by saying a lot of these ideas are already in my fics/ wips (I've mentioned it at some points, but not for everything), so pls don't copy agdhskf i know I don't own these concepts but if you are inspired by this then pls dm me so we can work it out & plagiarism won't be an issue later (just to err on the side of caution !!) :))

One of the biggest things that screams intimacy to me is knowing someone else's passwords??? Sure it may be a breach of the site's policy lmao, but it speaks volumes abt the bond of trust you have w that person. Knowing their password & having access to their private things, but never taking advantage of this is just,, insanely intimate to me. You cannot do that w just anyone.

Also eye contact is something that is just so intense & intimate. Knowing your lover's eyes are on you, knowing all their attention is on you. Literally being the centre of their world. It's something that's so small & simple, but when your eyes meet & you realise they've been staring at you the whole time as you've been focused on smth else, it suddenly feels so overwhelming <3

Basically anything from +this post here. It's about Bakugou, Shouto, Dabi, Keigo, and Shigaraki & little intimate acts catered to each of them.

Sending/ receiving voice notes over the most mundane things. Just,, a person replying to your texts with voice notes so you can hear their voice & play it on repeat however many times you'd like. They don't care if they sound weird, or if they're in public & people are staring at them, they just want to talk to you.

a lot more under the cut!

Okok I meant to make a separate post about this but I cba so it's here now. I always see those Big Guy does Something Macho like opening a jar for you or reaching way up above for smth you want which is great!! But more than that I love thinking about the Big Guy doing smth so small and gentle for you. I think about big pro hero Bakugou kneeling down for you and lifting your foot to his knee so he can re-tie your laces properly for you. I dont even like him like that, but i think about big and bulky Ushijima gently handling a necklace he bought for you, those massive hands of his fiddling w the tiny clasp until the point of exasperation before he finally manages to connect the hooks together.

The entire concept of non-sexual intimacy, where you take smth that's usually sexual and make it innocent, makes me roll around and scream. E.g. bathing with your lover which I kinda described in +this Bakugou fic, like touching each other just to explore each other's body, deriving pleasure & comfort & peace from the feel of their skin alone. I have a Shiggy wip where I wanna explore this more than I have in my Bkg fic, & it's also gonna have brushing someone's hair and taking such good care of it. Putting oil/ treatment in their hair to make it stronger. Being so, so gentle as you brush out the tangles. Idk abt you but when my hairdresser shampoos my hair, I always get sleepy but force myself to stay awake, but I think if you're w your lover it's so much more personal bc you can allow yourself to fall asleep knowing they'll take care of you as best as they can, you don't need to worry about anything but the feel of their fingers over your scalp.

Also more on non-sexual intimacy, you can have things like licking & biting which may sound kinda gross but doesn't that make it all the more personal? Like i don't mean biting in a possessive sense to mark someone up, I just mean gently sinking your teeth into their skin so you can feel them beneath you. Reminds me of that quote 'isn't bite also touch?' - I can't remember the context of the quote, but it just makes me think abt all the different ways you can touch someone without your hands. Brushing your nose against theirs, feeling their eyelashes flutter across your cheeks, tangling your legs with their own when you lay down, etc. Kinda wrote about biting in this Vampire Shouto thing +here but I think this ventures more into the sexual side of it without being entirely explicit. The Shouto fic also reminds me of the intimacy of wrists which I'll talk about a little later!! Licking…… honestly I think that's self explanatory in terms of intimacy. You wouldn't just lick a stranger. You're after the taste of your lover. Love as consumption and whatnot. It's the divide btwn gross & fun and who else to toe that line w than the one you're most comfortable with?

Literally anything from my food as a love language post +here (has the main bnha boys). Don't think I need to expand on this bc eating/ sharing food is an act of love itself <3 but also I will expand on this idea bc i think about your lover taking the lollipop out of your mouth and putting it in theirs for a quick taste before giving it back. I think about drinking from the same straw without batting an eye, and feeding your lover with your own spoon. Smth so familiar and intimate about putting your lips where theirs were just moments ago. Which also leads me to sharing lip balm/ chapstick. And even just like… sharing creams, or letting someone else rub lotion under your eyes (also in my Shiggy wip :p), or your lover sitting still as you spread a face mask over their cheeks (in a Keigo wip :p).

Okay wrists!!!!! Like I said before in the Shouto fic, biting there is something that can be SO personal. It's just such a tender area that anyone touching that place feels intimate, feels like they're unbelievably close to you. I also have an unhealthy obsession with thinking about Sunarin w an anklet. Hear me out!!!! It's such an out-of-sight place right?? Like no one constantly looks down at their feet when they're going about their daily lives, but there's still that acute sense of belonging every time you walk and feel the sway of metal against the soft skin of your ankle. If I remember correctly I think I put ankle kisses in +this Yandere Kiri fic (tw dark content lmao) bc again!!! It's such a tender place!!! The idea of kneeling down, bowing your head to kiss that area…… Doesn't that just paint the picture of worship? Isn't that sacred intimacy at its finest??? Also other parts like the inside of the thighs, behind your ear, crook of your neck, etc. I'm also obsessed w non-sexual massages especially to high tension areas like the lower back & neck (I'm 100% projecting rn bc i want this, but there's smth so personal abt letting someone touch you so deeply to relax your body - like without the expectation that you'll return the favour, they're just working their muscles for as long as they can to make /you/ feel better, pushing past the strain in their own body to see that sleepy smile on your face, to feel your body unwind & go lax beneath theirs).

Here's a lil character concept dump (; Inumaki makes playlists to tell you how he feels without saying a word himself. Atsumu buys matching clothes, except it's not stuff that's like,,, his shirt says Don't go bacon my heart and yours says I couldn't if I fried,,, he literally buys the exact same top. When he sees you wearing your one, he'll immediately change into his so you two can match. On a train, Osamu holds onto the pole/ hand-held handle, and lets you cling onto him so you don't have to touch it & dirty your hands. Sakusa isn't too fond of reading out loud but when you hand him a book you want to read he can't say no to you. Megumi helps you with laundry & whenever it gets too windy he tells you to go back inside & that he can handle putting up the rest, he doesn't want you to fall ill. Going grocery shopping with Kaminari & he keeps putting things that aren't on your list in the trolley bc he knows how much you love them. Kirishima will shamelessly unlock the door, use the toilet whilst you're having a shower & then hop in with you right after. Itadori will make you a lunch box & put in a little note for you telling you to have a good day, saying you look cute, etc. Oikawa will write you a little message in your book, wait for you to reply, and then send another message back until the page is filled w more meaningless conversation & inside jokes than actual notes from the lesson you're in. Iwaizumi has an album of pictures solely for you & he looks through it more than he'd ever like to admit.

Also just…… the mundanity of your life. Like doing dishes. One person washes, the other dries and puts them away. But also,,,, one person pulls them out of the dishwasher and the other puts them away. It's like, it's not even necessary for 2 people to do that task, but you do it bc you love the person & you want to help them even with the most trivial things!! Even if you have better things to do!!! <- Mattsun does this all the time <3

Even more boring things like cleaning a room together…. putting half-broken sunglasses that you just found on your lover; them finding an old baby picture of you and framing it for their bedside table (Tendou!!!!!!). Looking over scrapbooks/ photo albums. Also I just. Have this vivid image of Kita re-painting the outside of his house while you de-weed the driveway. Also tending a garden together. I think I've spoken abt Bakugou doing it, but now I'm thinking abt Gojou who definitely has more serious things to be doing & he doesn't have the greenest thumbs, but it's practically embedded into his everyday routine to water your plants before he goes to bed. Something so intimate about getting down and dirty & doing gritty things like this w your lover, where you start clearing out on either ends of the flower bed & meet in the middle and work together to finish the job off (Nanami <3). Or where one person mows the lawn & the other makes lemonade before getting started on trimming the bushes. Just like,, any moment with two people working in tandem is so intimate to me. You don't even need to speak, just be aware that the other person is right beside you.

Smth similar to the rooftop scene, for me, would be late night drives. Maybe you're on an ice cream run, maybe you flip a coin to decide which way to turn next. Either way it's just about living in the moment with that One person. Wrote about it in +this Hanamaki fic (tw dark content. Starts off with dc but this part with Makki that I'm talking abt isn't dark at all, so you can still read it if you scroll to it). Like it's just you and your lover against the world. The car is like your little bubble of personal space & the only one you're letting in is your lover.

I know throughout this I've been saying your lover, but nearly all of these are smth I've experienced & they haven't been w a lover. The rooftop thing was based on an exp w my dad. We didn't sit and vent to each other, we were cleaning the roof & he was telling me abt how he used to do this as a kid all by himself. The sharing food/ straw/ spoons thing is based on what I do w my family. We don't think abt it in some indirect kiss kind of way, it's just natural. We don't even ask to have a sip of the other's drinks, when we're at a restaurant we all just go around tasting each other's drinks. It's just routine. The late night drive & coin flip thing I did w my sister bc we were bored & wanted to get ice cream then drive around with no destination in mind. The playlist thing some random guy I no longer speak to did for me. The letters/ notes are based on letters I sent to/ received from childhood bff & I've stored them away in a shoebox. They're v cringe but they remind me of more innocent times. My current bff sends me voicenotes of his dreams & random jokes to make me laugh. My brother does the Atsumu & Mattsun stuff. I did the toilet thing with another bff, but I know my parents have done the same & they've showered together (like in Kiri's), so again these acts aren't limited to romantic relationships!! My point is just that there is so much intimacy in your everyday life if you're looking for inspo & you should cherish those moments while they last so you can look back fondly on them <3

As you can tell I love romanticising my life & inserting the most trivial aspects into my fics/ wips :)

#anyway you are so so right. i think when d.abi reaches a point in his relationship he just.. will be v hard to shut up. like you can make #an off handed comment abt smth and he's like GOD dont get me started-#which is v nice bc he will only do that if he's completely comfortable w the person #ANYWAY I COULD GO ON BUT I WILL SHUT UP!#this was sooo fun to think/ talk abt tho thank you so much for sending this in!!!#anon #📌

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akampana · 3 years ago

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hello, i have a question after seeing ur cool ship artwork. as cu alter tends to dominate with seiba in terms of their relationship, i would like to ask, are there times where their dynamic sometimes shifts? like seiba unleashing cu alter's cute/vulnerable side? or seiba taking the lead? i really like learning more about them!!

hi! :) GAH. I'm so glad you asked because Cúturia is just constant brainrot for me, especially Cú Alter and Arturia.

Their dynamic earlier in the relationship was like that: Arturia leading, and Cú Alter following. It changed as time passed. They actually find that being with each other is a bit...liberating, so to speak.

The reason Cú Alter is in control is because prior to their relationship, he didn't get to be like that. And now that he has more agency, its a little awkward but its a good awkward because he's learning that his choices and tastes (as himself, and not just a 'bastardized copy of Cú Chulainn') are worth pursuing.

Arturia, on the other hand, gets to let go. Although she already is a lot more chill in FGO, she still maintains a kingly posture to an extent, especially around her knights. Cú Alter's presence introduces her to an environment where she doesn't have to do that. She trusts in Cú enough that when he takes the lead, she knows she won't come to harm. Plus, she genuinely enjoys Cú's company.

They do switch out when needed though, like when the other isn't feeling like themself and needs support.

emotional stuff and cuter stuff below hahaha

Arturia has always been able to get straight to his vulnerable side because Cú has always believed that at their core they are similar. They were both forced into molds (hers was to be the Camelot's ideal king, and his to be Medb's Mad King). The only difference was that she chose to follow hers and deny herself, while he only went along with it cause he had to and tried to derive as much pleasure he could from that miserable existence by doing the only thing that still felt like 'Cú Chulainn': fighting.

So even when they were just "friends" (blech, alter hates that word), he couldn't stop himself from opening up (albeit unintentionally) because he was angry for her, wondering why she wasn't as bitter as he was about her past. Also because of that, Arturia's existence alone could shatter the mask of apathy he constantly wears in Chaldea, because out of everyone there (apart from Ritsuka), he feels most that she would understand him.

Later in their relationship, that translates to her being first witness to new things he wants to explore, and her being his primary go-to for comfort. He doesn't hesitate to be no-filter with her, because as an emotionally-constipated person as well, she won't ridicule him.

For example, its with her that he discovers he absolutely detests chocolate in every way, shape, or form [they tested it on the other Cú's and they have a similar opinion. It makes them sick if they have too much.] BUT there is this spice in some of the Asian dishes the Mom Servants make that he really loves. Makes him go a little crazy. It's called anise.

As for comfort, he usually needs the physical kind, so its a good thing that Arturia is very portable and that she's so small he can literally full-body wrap himself around her. Servants don't really need to sleep, but they can. When he's with her and she's stroking his hair, he dozes off pretty quickly. Arturia says his sleeping face is the most peaceful.

Something cute (which he doesn't know about himself yet, so don't snitch) is that his tail is very expressive. When they're near each other he gravitates to her every so slightly. Like when they're standing next to each other, but not touching, his tail will slowly curl behind her protectively.

Also, when they've been apart for a while and she enters the room, his tail will wag, even if he's complaining about her taking so damn long to get back.

This went somewhere huh? Thank you for the ask! :D

#i drew them smiling because i usually draw them all dramatic and stuff #in reality they're both quite happy discovering things together #akampana asks #akampana chaldea #cutoria #cuturia #cu chulainn #cu alter #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #arturia #artoria #fate #fgo #fate grand order

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sinning-on-a-sunday · 5 years ago

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Could I ask for a smutty oneshot of yandere prince/king Taehyung x servant reader. Maybe he finds where y/n hides in the castle, or they're (he's more so) playing hide and go seek in the garden, or something about a punishment. Whatever you wanna do.💖 Thank you 💖

you should see me in a crown

- warnings: yandere behaviors, sexual content, obsessive behavior

- a/n: sorry this took so long, i am also sorry that is a whole 3.5k words

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The only way a person survives working for the Kim family is by being as inconspicuous as possible. Good servants were docile, diligent, dutiful. They worked harder than they were supposed to and never placed blame on anyone but themselves.

The only reason you’d lasted so long at this job was because you were an exceptionally hard worker. You’d served the Kim family ever since Taehyung was a prince. He’d always been a spoiled brat, cruel and narcissistic, born with a silver, jewel-encrusted spoon in his mouth. But when he became king, his ego only became that much more self-inflated.

Staff started getting fired left and right, fear engulfed the castle like a plague, and you quickly found yourself at the top of the metaphorical food chain. A servant had to bust their ass every single day just to keep up, but unlike the rest of them, you hardly ever made mistakes. It wasn’t beauty or wit that captured Taehyung’s eye, it was your tenacity.

You’d never wanted his attention, you’d never asked to become his favorite.

You memorized his schedule until you knew it like the back of your hand, you knew when he took his tea and how many sugars he liked, never messing up his order or forgetting to serve it in his favorite cup. You knew his morning, afternoon, and evening routines better than you knew your own.

One of Taehyung’s favorite things about you was that you solved problems before they became problems, like restocking his art supplies before he had a chance to run out, or ordering the latest fashion statements from his favorite luxury brands before he even requested them. He would ask you to do something only to find that it had already been done.

You never spoke unless spoken to, and whenever he needed something you were already by his side, ready and willing to do whatever it took to make him happy.

You didn’t even know he was aware that you existed until that one rainy day in November. It was one of your few days off, and you were spending it in the castle library, curled up in the windowsill like a cat. However, it was cut short before you had a chance to enjoy it.

In the throne room, Taehyung sat in his golden, diamond-studded chair, eyes scanning the room lazily. He twirled his blue hair between his fingers as he grew more and more bored by the minute.

Movement at his side made him look up. He narrowed his eyes at the woman leaning over him, a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

“Who are you?” He snapped, making her tense.

“I-I’m…” The servant girl began before being cut off.

“Where’s Y/N?” Taehyung spat out, irritation sharpening his tone.

“I-It’s her day off. She’s not working today.” The servant stuttered out.

Taehyung just glared at her.

“Well, go get her then. At least she knows that I prefer Earl Grey over fucking Chamomile.”

She scurried away before he had a chance to fire her.

You had a book sprawled open on your lap when you heard the commotion in the hallway. When you opened the door, servants were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, shouting and chattering incoherently.

“What’s going on?” You called out to the nearest person.

She froze upon hearing your voice, turning to stare at you with eyes blown wide.

“Y/N! There you are!” She lurched forward to grab your arm.

“I found her!” She shouted, causing everyone in the hallway to whip around and crowd around you. Hands invaded your vision, pushing, pulling you forward, leading you down the hall faster then your feet could carry you.

“What the hell is going on?” You shouted, letting them drag you along.

“The king is demanding your presence. He’s on a rampage, he’s already fired three people.”

Your blood ran cold. This is bad, this is really bad. When Taehyung throws a tantrum, at least one person gets beheaded, and you were certain that person was about to be you.

But what did I do? Your mind scrambled to think of a reason justifying his behavior. You didn’t recall pissing him off recently. In fact, the last time you saw him, he was in a better mood than usual.

You reached the throne room before you could think of a logical explanation. The only thought you had in your mind was that you had done something wrong and were about to be sent to the guillotine because of it.

The thick oak doors were pushed open, and you were shoved inside.

You’d been in the throne room a million times, being Taehyung’s favorite servant required it, but for some reason it looked different this time. Maybe because you thought this was the last time you’d ever see it.

The light from the twinkling chandelier overhead was dimmer, casting shadows against the walls and across the polished marble floor. Your footsteps seemed to echo like gunshots in the silence, and your hands trembled as you approached your imminent doom.

Taehyung was dressed in rich blue jacket with gold embellishments, tigers embroidered on each lapel. He had one jeweled hand held up to his mouth, flashing the giant sapphire ring on his middle finger. His eye shadow-lined eyes flickered up to meet yours when he heard you coming.

“Ah, Y/N! Finally!”

You were startled by the tone of his voice. He sounded almost…happy to see you?

“Go and make me a cup of tea, will you? Since apparently you’re the only one who knows how to do it right.” He ordered.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Wasn’t he going to yell at you? Wasn’t he going to fire you?

“Y-Yes, your Majesty.” You said after a pause, hurrying into the kitchen to fix him his tea.

You returned in record time, far quicker than any of the other servants, and offered him the teacup in shaking hands.

He raised it to his lips, closing his eyes in delight as the warmth cascaded down his throat.

“Perfect.” He whispered to himself.

Your face was furrowed in confusion, watching him, waiting for him to deliver your death sentence on a silver platter.

But he just sat there sipping his tea, humming a cheerful tune. Several minutes passed before he spoke again.

He raised one ringed finger in the air.

“Get me a—” He began, only to be cut off by you already at his side, offering him his favorite pastry.

“Yes, exactly.” He didn’t say thank you, he never did, but he flashed you a small smile. To say it took you by surprise would be an understatement.

You waited and waited for him to say something, anything, but he just licked his fingers clean of the flaky bits of dough, staring ahead blankly.

“Um, Your Majesty?” You said timidly, deathly afraid that he would punish you just for speaking.

“Yes?”

“Why am I here?” You asked, genuinely curious.

Taehyung looked at you, his brows knitted together.

“Don’t you know? You’re the best servant in the castle, everybody else just fucks things up. You belong by my side.”

~~~

Over the next few weeks, Taehyung and you grew closer. He promoted you to head of staff, and you became his official personal servant, fulfilling his every whim and need. There wasn’t a time when you weren’t right there by his side.

If you were telling the truth, it was exhausting. Taehyung would throw a fit if anyone besides you tried to serve him, which meant you were responsible for literally everything. His meals, his laundry, his meetings and royal duties, even his recreational activities, you had to take care of it all.

As time passed, Taehyung got to know you more as a person. He stopped seeing you simply as the help and thought of you as more of as his own little plaything. He derived a great amount of pleasure from teasing you and watching you erupt into a fit of stuttering and blushing.

He started to notice all your little quirks and habits, like how you always avoided eye contact when you were flustered, or how you became extremely embarrassed whenever someone complimented you.

It took a few months for him to start viewing you in a romantic light, but once he did, there was no turning back.

You were delivering his breakfast one morning when he made an advance for the first time.

“Come in.” Taehyung called after you knocked on the door. He sat up in his gigantic four poster bed, hair disheveled and sticking up at odd angles, watching as you walked towards him with a silver tray in your hands. You set it down on his bedside table, trying to ignore the way his eyes were following your every move.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Your Majesty?” You asked, hands clasped in front of you.

The corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk as he scanned you up and down.

“Why don’t you join me?” He said, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

You nearly choked on your own spit.

“W-What?” You stuttered out. He only smiled wider at your taken aback state.

“I said, why don’t you join me, Y/N. You must be exhausted after all your hard work.” He reached out to take your hand, trying to pull you closer. The movement made the sheets rustle and shift, revealing his smooth chest as you realized he was shirtless.

“I-I, um…I need to-I should really get back to the kitchen.” You pulled your hand out of his grasp and hurried out of the room before he could get another word out.

Every day after that became your own personal nightmare. He made his affection for you painfully obvious, touching you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you and making suggestive remarks. You tried to ignore it as best you could, but after a while, Taehyung grew impatient.

One day, Taehyung was taking a bath in his magnificent white marble tub, when he requested that you bring him more towels. When you entered the room, your cheeks immediately turned red.

It was dark, illuminated only by candles and the low light of the sconces on the walls. The tub, which was big enough to comfortably fit four people, was surrounded by stone columns and a ring of rose petals on the polished floor. Taehyung was sitting inside of it with his arms propped up on the edge, wearing nothing but a smirk, the rings on his slim fingers, and a sapphire around his neck the size of the Hope Diamond.

He gestured you over with a curl of his bejeweled fingers, and your body obeyed on instinct.

You came to a stop and stood there next to the tub, arms tightening around the bundle of towels in your arms. Thankfully, the water was cloudy, bubbles and cherry blossoms floating peacefully, and everything below his rib cage was hidden from view.

Taehyung looked up at you, tilting his head to the side in amusement.

“You got here quick. Was someone excited to see me?” He asked in a high, teasing voice.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and moved to set the towels down.

“Ah ah ah, hand me one.” Taehyung commanded.

You pursed your lips but did as he said, extending your arm towards him and offering the piece of fluffy material.

Instead of taking it, he grabbed your wrist, the metal of his rings biting into your skin, and yanked you forward.

You fell into the tub with a splash, scrambling to sit up, facing away from him.

“I’m sorry!” You immediately choked out. You tried to climb out, but Taehyung wrapped an arm around your waist from behind and pulled you closer so your back was flush against his chest.

He chuckled as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Shh shh, calm down.” He whispered in your ear. One of his hands was gripping your waist, and the other was wrapped tightly around one of your wrists, effectively keeping you in place.

You felt his fingers drift up to the back of your dress, plucking the buttons loose one by one.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked, dreading the answer.

Taehyung nuzzled into the side of your neck, planting a soft kiss to your earlobe.

“Take it off.” He ordered.

Your stomach dropped.

Now, you had two options. 1. Tell him to fuck off and storm out, which would undeniably end in termination, or 2. Give in and allow him to do whatever he wanted with you. You were understandably leaning towards option #1, but on the other hand, you had no idea what he would if you rejected him. Would he fire you? Would he blacklist you so you could never find work again? Would he send you to the dungeon? Would he have you killed for disobeying him?

The possibilities were too risky, too dangerous, so, with a heavy amount of reluctance, you reached down to pull your dress up over your head with shaking fingers. Tossing the wet fabric aside, you shivered as Taehyung’s fingertips brushed your bare shoulder.

“Good girl.” He murmured, quickly finding the latch of your bra and unclasping it. He helped you scoot out of your panties until you were sitting there completely naked.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you felt a stream of warm water fall over your head, looking back over your shoulder to see Taehyung holding a pitcher. After your hair was completely wet, he started to lather a handful of shampoo into your scalp.

“I knew you were the right one for me, look how well-behaved you’re being.” Taehyung praised as he washed your hair.

You sat there completely silent, frozen with fear. You weren’t exactly sure why you were being so willing, maybe you’d been a servant too long, your brain was practically hardwired to blindly follow orders.

You found it very strange that Taehyung was washing your hair for you. In all the time you’d known him, he’d never done a single thing for another person. Everything he did had a selfish reason, so why was he the one serving you when he was actual royalty?

After Taehyung had rinsed your hair clean, his arms came to snake around your torso once again.

A bowl of red grapes and a bottle of wine with two glasses was sitting on the edge of the tub, and Taehyung reached over to pluck a grape from the bunch and press it to your lips.

Your parted your clenched teeth, letting him slip it inside, but his fingers lingered in your mouth.

You knew what he wanted you to do.

Your lips wrapped around his digits, sucking obediently. Taehyung hummed in satisfaction.

“Look at you, you even obey the silent commands.”

The two of you sat there for what felt like hours. Taehyung didn’t try anything other than letting his hands roam all over your body, but you still felt irreversibly exposed by the end of it.

When Taehyung finally allowed you to escape from his grasp, you quickly hopped out of the tub, wrapped a towel around your body, and hurried out of the room.

His eyes followed you as you left, that smug smile never once leaving his face.

He wasn’t done with you yet.

~~~

You’d started hiding from him. The library was by far the best spot, since it was one of the only rooms Taehyung never entered. It worked for a while, avoiding him, that is, until he found your hiding spot.

You were scanning the shelves, devoting every ounce of your attention to the words printed on the leather-bound spines, so much so that you didn’t hear the door creak open. You didn’t notice the quiet sound of his footsteps as he tiptoed over to where you were standing against the wall. You didn’t even notice as he stood there watching you, smiling to himself as you read the summary on the inside of the book jacket.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding.” Taehyung finally said, breaking the silence.

You audibly gasped and dropped the book you were holding.

Taehyung chuckled, bending down to pick it up and place it back on the shelf. He shook his head at you, clicking his tongue.

“I’m disappointed, Y/N. To think, you’ve been up there this whole time, denying your duties, when you should’ve been by my side where you belong.”

You felt your fists clench at their sides. How dare he, how dare he claim that I’m not doing my job. I’ve been working my fingers to the bone ever since he made me his personal servant and now he claims that I’m the one in the wrong?

“Feed your own ego, I’m busy.” You spat, turning back to the shelves and resuming your browsing.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows in surprise. Did he finally break you? Did he finally make you snap?

The king took a step forward and placed his hand on the beam of wood next to your head, caging you with his body. His face was inches from yours as he stared down at you with narrowed eyes.

“What did you just say to me?” He practically growled.

You turned to face him, blood boiling under your skin, and returned his glare with equal ferocity.

“You may have everyone else here bowing down to you, but not me. I see through your little facade. Everyone else may think you’re a king, but I know better. You’re just a spoiled little boy who thinks he owns everything and everyone. You may be able to get whatever you want, but you can’t have me. Not now, not ever.”

You waited for his reply, you waited for him to yell at you, fire you, grab you and throw you in the dungeon, but it never came. Instead, Taehyung only smirked. The gesture made goosebumps rise all along your skin.

“It seems to me that you’ve spent too much time by yourself, Y/N. I think you need to be punished.” He said.

You ground your teeth but stayed silent.

“Tell you what, sweetheart. Since you like hiding so much, we’re gonna play a little game.” Taehyung began, a smug edge to his deep voice.

“You are going to hide anywhere you want in the castle, and I’m going to try and find you.” He explained.

You narrowed your eyes, scanning him up and down.

“What do I get if I win?” You asked.

“If you win, I’ll leave you alone. You can continue to work here without any pestering on my part.”

“What do you get if you win?” You asked him suspiciously.

Taehyung’s expression darkened, and he leaned forward until his nose was almost touching yours.

“You.” He said. “If I win, you will give yourself to me completely. You will surrender to your king like any good servant would.”

It was risky, but Taehyung was an idiot if he believed that he knew the castle better than you. You’d lived and worked here for years, you knew every inch of this place.

You extended your hand for him to shake.

“Deal.”

~~~

The clock started at 2:35, and Taehyung had until 3:00 to find you.

You immediately ran towards the garden. The outside of the castle was almost as big as the inside, and with all the foliage and twists and turns in the path, you were confident that you could effectively stay out of sight.

You took off your shoes so you would leave less tracks and make less noise when walking, you tied up your skirt so you could run without it getting tangled, you even left a false trail for Taehyung to unwittingly follow.

There were plenty of lush trees and hedges to hide behind, and you jumped from spot to spot to keep Taehyung on his toes.

Your heart was pounding in your chest the entire time, ears straining and eyes searching for any sign of movement. As time passed, you were quite sure that you were going to win, but then you heard a rustle.

The sound of footsteps and snapping twigs assaulted your ears as you closed in on yourself, trying to make your body appear as small as possible.

“I know you’re out here, Y/N.” Taehyung’s voice called out over the silence.

Your heart nearly stopped.

“Come on out, sweetheart. I’ll go easier on you if you surrender now.”

You bent down even further, ducking your head down. You heard leaves crunching under his boots, the sound fading until it had disappeared completely.

You waited a solid few minutes before moving, pulse thundering. You figured it would be a good idea to switch spots again, after such a close call. Emerging from your hiding spot, you turned to hurry in the opposite direction, when you collided with something hard and warm.

A pair of hands gripped your wrists, yanking you towards them.

Your stomach dropped as you looked up at your captor.

Taehyung smirked at you.

“Gotcha.”

#yandere bts #yandere taehyung #yandere v #yandere oneshot #yandere taehyung x reader

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theimgonnapregal · 5 years ago

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Damnation Dignified The Tetra Files:

Tira and Sira Basics - Personality

Basics

Names: Tira and Sira

Given Names: Eiserne Drossel (code name in Bird of Passage) birth names redacted

Nicknames: The Tiras, Wings of Despair, Dark Wings that Plot in Secret, Soul of Torment, Misguided Angels of Death, Mischievous Whispers, Darkness of Legend, Those Psycho Double-mint Bitches

Birthplace: Empire of Zo-On (the exact location of their faction is unknown to non-allies)

Date of birth: Redacted (presumed year 740 M.E.)

Age: Redacted (presumed 17 by the events of DMC5)

Species: Sira - Zoanthrope, Tira - Human

Religious views: Irreligious

Occupations: Birds of Death - Elite assassins trained for their Imperial Mafia organization, Bird of Passage

Urvogels - The highest leadership position in the organization, co-ruled for the first time in its history; the Tiras are next in line to rule territories of their own as proper empresses.

The Fauna - Basically the Oracle for all beast-men, their Divine Mission is to aid them with their problems and grant them access to Zo-On. Sira - being a Zoanthrope - is the one with the bulk of this responsibility while Tira is her trustworthy assistant. The Fauna is revered by beast-men the world over. Though depending on those spoken to, that love may or may not be for the right reasons.

Servants of Soul Edge

Freelance Psychos for Hire

Personality

Temperament: Sira - Choleric/Sanguine, Tira - Sanguine/Choleric

MBTI: ESFP

Enneagram/Tritype:

Sira - 8w7(sw7w6) -4w3(sw3w2) - 7w8 (sw 6w7)

Tira - 7w8 (sw 6w7) -4w3(sw3w2) - 8w7(sw7w6)

Instinctual Variant: sx/so

Socionics: SEE

Moral Alignment: Insane in the membrane! Chaotic Evil (has shades of chaotic neutral/good when the well-being of beast-men is involved)

Sira/Gloomy: Housing the Gloomy persona, Princess Sira is the callous assassin raised by the organization. Being open with and fueled by the rage that Tira holds deep down, Sira can be a bitter, spiteful, hateful brat. An impatient individual, she prefers to get down and dirty in the act of murder with absolutely no fear of confrontation. Though as straightforward as she tends to be, she can be just as cunning as her sister when she feels like it. This egotistical, avarice diamond in the rough is said to hate everyone except Tira which extends to prioritizing her sister's wellbeing above all else. There are few exceptions but generally she hates in different quantities. It's clear that Sira isn't naturally gifted with her sister's endearing sweetness by default, her dominant persona being sour and aggressive even when she has good intentions. However, her devotion to her fellow beastmen undeniably shines her imperial and personal light.

Tira/Jolly traits: Housing the Jolly persona, Princess Tira is the more exuberant and perky of the two. Ever so friendly, she's usually the first to speak and has an easier time forming bonds with others despite being taught not to. She embraces the inner child that she and Sira were forced to give up during their time in the organization, an especially misleading tactic until it's too late to realize her murderous intent. Her fun-loving nature extends to her preferred method to kill, toying with her prey until she's ready to finish them off. Service with a smile, as they say! She tends to be carefree, preferring to keep the mood light and upbeat. Being the sweeter twin, she'll easily express and initiate affectionately tender actions especially towards anyone she trusts. Due to this trust however, she's easier to hurt emotionally if betrayed or abandoned. Like her sister, Tira has a heart for the beast-men of the world which raises a few eyebrows.

Both: The Imperial Princesses were born and bred to be versatile and charismatic in preparation for their rule as Urvogels, a position they've earned due to their unsurpassed skills in combat. Ruthless and sadistic, they derive demented amusement from the suffering of their victims due to their upbringing. As impulsive and manic as they are, their lethal addiction to killing can be both a blessing and a curse. Their unpredictability and volatile mood swings may have caused some accidents and sometimes they even bicker, but the two have such substantial value that doing away with them would be unwise.

They're rebellious and opportunistic by nature, manipulating people and orchestrating events to work in their favor for any plan or whim. Coupled with unlimited determination and willpower, these two are a force to be reckoned with. Because of their upbringing, it's not unheard of to catch sight of Sira and Tira together off the field or to overhear them bantering and praising each other during a fight. They're more close-knit than normal identical twins. Despite being polar opposites in their dominant personas, they don't consider themselves to be individuals and don't show displeasure at being treated as part of a matching set. Because of this encouraged codependency, it's impossible to turn them against each other and the offender, without debate, will receive the beat-down of a millennium for even trying.

As elusive as they come, Sira and Tira are difficult to get to know beyond their appearance or what they willingly reveal. They don't nest in one place for too long, and don't tell their friends when they leave or where they're going, only to reappear unannounced as if they weren't just gone for a month or so. Both sisters aren't very fond of the human-dominated society, lacking empathy for humanity at large. It didn't take long for them to despise humans who are normal, innocent, or "goody-goody", showing a prideful hatred for - what they believe is - patronizing kindness.

Despite this, they can be loyal and protective only to those they deem worthy. Zoanthropes and other beast-men seem to automatically be worth their time, generally valuing their happiness over human life. Otherwise, they're extremely selective and picky about potential friends. They usually get along with people who share their murder hobby, take pleasure in fighting, or simply those who are fellow outcasts, weirdos, and misfits regardless. Bonus points if these people are non-human. However, forging and maintaining a bond with them isn't for the feint of heart. If anyone's considered as a flockmate, Sira and Tira would go to hell and back for them with such intensity that there'll be no doubt of their devotion.

On the downside, they're ironically cat-like; possessive, clingy, and needy for attention from whoever they wish to merge with. Although both twins are rather "on my terms" when it comes to affection and invading someone's personal space, Sira views the act of bonding as a weakness, and yet she occasionally falls for the trap of becoming attached to someone. She doesn't consciously initiate affection and usually attacks viciously when receiving...unless the other person is special to her. Thankfully, Tira's more lax and won't automatically attack when faced with affection. The only exception is if she's clearly distressed or when someone persists while she simply doesn't want it, though this is very rare.

Either way, they're both mistrustful of outsiders who try to involve themselves in their established circle, making it crystal clear that their friends are theirs and sharing is out of the question. Growing up lonely and lost, with their own set of trust issues, an 'off-switch' for this was never developed. Buried deep inside lies a certain sadness about them. A sadness that flows into a subconscious desire for companionship and love; to be wanted and needed for who they are. It wouldn't be wise to point this out. Touching this taboo would only be met with ire and anathema to the unfortunate soul who foolishly dares to voice it within earshot.

End of Part One

#Finally done with this part!#I needed to give a few once-overs but I think I'm proud of what I have here #I'm a little nervous to post this but here it is finally!#Bird of Passage files #my oc #Featuring Tira from Soul Calibur #Sira #Damnation Dignified #hope you enjoy

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punkscowardschampions · 5 years ago

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Janis & Grace

Janis: Well, that was a laugh and a half Janis: do you actually want any drink or, anything else you can't get Grace: I'm not even going so no thanks Janis: Really Grace: they can drag me while I'm in the comfort of my room with my makeup fridge and hair wand just as easily Grace: I literally don't need to subject myself to camping Janis: Like you said, you actually wanted to go, they don't, you're really gonna bow out now Grace: & now I also don't obvs Janis: So you roll over again, yeah? Grace: excuse you Grace: I'm not sorry for not wanting to share a tent with Mia and Ella when they're like in love with each other or something Janis: 🙄 It's bullshit, Grace Janis: you aren't going to be in the bloody tent for any amount of time, it's a music festival, remember Grace: sure but I'm gonna have to be in the car forever and that's with you two so Janis: That's nice Janis: and it sounds like Asia might be too, or the other one Grace: yeah like you're so buzzing about it, babes Janis: I'll survive Janis: seriously, you can't not go, let them win Janis: that whole convo was depressing enough without her getting everything she wants, like Grace: I'm not you, I don't just do things cos other people don't want me to Janis: so spend another weekend moping when you could be doing something Grace: like she won't make sure I'm having the WORST time if I go Janis: like she doesn't make sure you're having the worst time always? Janis: fuck all different, is it Grace: it's not always like that Janis: sure Grace: it's not Grace: & it's your fault it is now Grace: idk why you had to start hanging out with us, you've sent her into the BIGGEST spiral literally ever Janis: yeah, would be my fault, 'course Janis: not obvious that she can't stand any of you unless you're doing exactly what she wants when she wants it Grace: it is your fault though! there's no way you wanna go to some lame music festival with any of us Grace: I'm not stupid Janis: What possible pleasure could I derive from any of this if not the joy of our company Janis: do tell Grace: 🙄🙄🙄 Janis: Seriously Janis: I'm not one of your friends, not that underhand and it's not that deep Grace: You're not being at all serious thanks Janis: how am I not Grace: Oh please Grace: literally not in the mood so Janis: yeah, I heard Janis: if you're so aggy she makes you look like a cunt, then stop playing into her hands every time Janis: she doesn't want to go, if you all jump ship, so can she Janis: it isn't difficult Grace: Duh Grace: but I'm the only one who isn't going so she has to Janis: Are you sure you're not stupid Janis: are you listening Grace: It's totally obvs that you think I am, babes Grace: we don't even need to do this Janis: do what Grace: have any kind of convo Janis: yeah, you left your manners at the door but since you've proved you're a total pussy in that convo it's falling a bit flat now Grace: okay Janis: Jesus, how are you such a doormat for someone when you're not even first choice Janis: sort it out Grace: Literally didn't ask for your sisterly advice Janis: well you need it Janis: state of that, abysmal, seriously Grace: can you just stop Janis: can you Janis: a better fucking question Grace: obvs not Janis: Christ Grace: It literally doesn't effect you if I do or don't go Grace: get over it Janis: it effects me you being a fucking joke Grace: no more than usual Janis: Fine Grace: 👋💜 then Janis: don't throw that at me Janis: not one of your 'mates' Grace: you wanted me to have some manners, hun Grace: but fine Janis: yeah, and that ain't it Janis: we've all seen how you use emojis Janis: passive aggression is still the latter, you're just being a wimp with it Grace: I'm not her, excuse you Grace: if I were, all this drama wouldn't be happening rn Janis: Don't pretend you mean half the shit you say Janis: your storytimes are more believable Grace: RUDE Janis: generous Grace: you're my sister, I mean what I say to you Janis: that's why you don't say shit Grace: ugh Janis: go on then, what are you gonna do with your weekend instead Grace: 🤷 boys have their uses Janis: yeah, that's a plan Grace: again, didn't ask Janis: no, I did, that's how a conversation works Janis: that's not even your idea, it's Asia's Janis: you're really going to her for the 🔥💡 are you Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: cos going to the festival is such a 🔥💡 Janis: Yeah, that's why it's ticketed Janis: won't need to douche with bleach after either, best of both worlds Grace: EW Janis: yeah yeah Janis: are you really gonna leave Asia alone with those two Grace: UM you could read how quickly she turned on Hollie Grace: price of a spray tan and some acrylics Janis: She's thick Janis: you all want Mia to love you as bad as each other, at least being stupid is a valid excuse for that kind of behaviour Grace: me too, right? Janis: You going to say you don't? Grace: I'm not gay any more than you are, thank you Janis: 🙄🙄 Grace: I would love to know who she's planning to invite but not cos I'm 💔😍😍 Janis: I know Janis: but doubt it'll happen, or she has the bottle to Grace: you don't have any exes do you? Janis: loads Grace: I'm being serious Janis: so am I Grace: you are NOT Janis: and you'd know, how Janis: don't ask questions when you reckon you know the answers Grace: I'd know cos everyone else would if there were loads Grace: you'd be called everything I am, duh Janis: I'm better at keeping my life private Grace: well again, duh Janis: not hard Janis: so not 💔 Grace: I was just wondering if that was who she was bringing Grace: she's really as obsessed with you as you think any of us are about her Janis: I told you, I already know who it is Janis: and I don't need to think hard on that Grace: as if you're not gonna tell me who it is Janis: not anyone exciting Janis: or gonna happen, like I said Janis: now they've got Asia back, only need to win 'round whatserface too and the car is full again Grace: 🤷 Grace: maybe Ella's seat will be free for her mystery date, if Hollie spilt anything dramatic enough Janis: and lose her loyalest pet Janis: you're all just playing musical chairs Grace: it's happened before Janis: yeah, and like I said, musical chairs Janis: fuck all changes Janis: you're all still 'friends' whatever the dynamic you reckon Janis: her>you Grace: & like I've said repeatedly since you started hanging out with us why are you 'friends' with any of them now? Janis: why'd ya think Grace: why won't you just tell me? Janis: why would I Grace: UM maybe cos you've been shading me constantly for not standing up to them & you're inviting them all to festivals and joining us on sleepovers like they're your new besties Janis: come on, it ain't hard Grace: so say it Janis: it's different 'cos I don't care about them or what they've got to say Janis: and I'd tell 'em the same so you can go ahead if that's your plan or whatever Janis: like I said, not that deep Grace: I don't have a plan Grace: obvs I'm the only one who doesn't rn Janis: obviously Janis: have you ever met your mates Grace: Why can't you just go back to hating me and them from afar or whatever? Grace: you're ruining everything Janis: yeah Janis: you was well solid before this Janis: I didn't have to do shit, that's the truth Janis: I didn't say anything in that entire convo Grace: you literally know you don't have to Grace: she's mad at me for being your sister Grace: which I didn't even ask for Janis: 💔 Janis: such a good friend Janis: get a grip and say you aren't obsessed with her again, like Grace: forget it Janis: mhmm Grace: have fun at the stupid festival Janis: Honestly, Grace, grow up Grace: yeah cos game playing is SO mature Janis: Like you said, I literally don't have to Grace: No, you've just been telling me to instead Janis: 'cos what you're doing and always do now is??? Janis: you play to lose, that's the only difference Grace: I'm not playing is the difference Grace: like this is my actual life Janis: Hardly Grace: 👌👌 Janis: have fun dancing to Mia's beat, as always Grace: I'm literally not, thanks to you, babes Janis: bollocks aren't you Grace: lacking a colour co-ordinated 💅 rn so Janis: yeah, to punish you, so you do what she knows you'll do Janis: cry in your bedroom Janis: then she won't be feeling it, 'cos you and Holly are marding so the three amigos will doss about hers taking selfies instead Janis: I told you, it's fucking obvious what her plan was, and it'll be all your fault 'cos they were well up for it Grace: UGH Grace: I'm not stupid, okay? Grace: not THAT stupid anyway Grace: I know Janis: so do something about it Janis: or are you really that fucked up you can't wait to make it all up to them Grace: Shut up, no Janis: then come, convince your mate to come, and have a good time Janis: fucking hell, is it so hard Grace: It won't be a good time though, will it? Grace: it's fine for you, you won't be sharing a tent or anything else with her Grace: just your boyfriend Janis: yeah, 'cos as mentioned, love spending time with you lot Janis: do it to spite her, there's plenty of distraction Janis: not to mention plenty of tents in our loft if you literally can't stand the sight of her Grace: oh she'd love that, me covered in 🕷 Grace: if I go I obvs have to share a tent with her and be so unaffected duh Janis: bring good headphones Janis: decent shout anyway Grace: if Asia's bf decides to show up yeah Grace: UGH Janis: or Mia's Janis: #2s 😭 obvs Grace: well now I'm like so torn cos I want Ella to be 💔 but I don't want Mia to invite whoever the hell Grace: do I make sure the car is too full or not? 🤔🤔 Janis: not like she'd have him stay anyway Janis: probably come for the saturday night Janis: didn't like have any boys around her when she 😴 Janis: never mind one she's fucking/wants to Grace: PLEASE tell me who it is Janis: 😂 why does it matter who her latest fucktoy is Grace: cos she doesn't want me to know Janis: you think he's gonna be like well ugly then yeah Grace: you don't understand, she ALWAYS wants me to know Grace: so if she doesn't Grace: it's worse than ugly Janis: you'll see if she's not bullshitting, won't you Janis: tents aren't that private Grace: OMG Janis Grace: I'll come if you tell me Janis: 😏 you can't bribe me Janis: might be wrong, anyway but doubt it Grace: fine, I'll do everything I can while we're there to annoy Mia if you tell me Janis: swear on your life Grace: you don't place any value on my life, babes Grace: but I swear on the contents of my make up fridge that you're basically forcing me to leave behind, sure Janis: we aren't even getting into the stupidity of that rn Janis: do you see them keeping makeup in shops in fridges? no, you know why? 'cos you're gonna put it on your face, you donut Janis: [sends Harry's deets] Janis: obvs she wants to ride him too but Jim got into a fight with him so that's why she's being sly Grace: in shops they don't want it to have a long shelf life or work well cos then you'll buy more, DUH Grace: OMG I've literally hooked up with the other boy in his profile pic, that's so awkward Janis: Gross Grace: yeah he so was Grace: I see why she was encouraging me to now though Janis: Grosser still Janis: you know that's called prostitution, yeah Grace: excuse you Grace: he didn't even pay for my uber, thank you Janis: you don't get paid, your pimp does, idiot Grace: she's not my Grace: GROSS Janis: your friendship is so fucking twisted Grace: stop dragging me for like one second Grace: how recent of an ex of yours is he? Janis: it's only 50% you Janis: and what are you on about Grace: girl code Grace: even if you are only fake friends Janis: I don't need to invoke the sacred and ancient girl code, you're alright Grace: do you wanna ruin her life or just mine? 🙄🙄 Janis: I reckon she's frustrated enough Janis: I really don't care if she adds another body to her count, tbh Grace: your boyfriend obvs cares, unless he fought him for a different reason Grace: like his tragic pic captions Janis: could be Janis: very serious about that sort of thing Grace: hipsters always are, babes Janis: this from the girl who drafts all her posts so they really pop Janis: meant to be, clearly Grace: 🤫🤫🤫🤫 Janis: your #influencer secrets are safe with me Janis: mostly because idgaf Grace: ILY too hun Janis: yeah yeah Janis: if he does come, how can we fuck her over Janis: without 'girl code' Grace: I'd offer to hook up with him before she can but I'm not going anywhere you've ever Grace: I'd have to kms Janis: remember what we talked about Janis: prostitution is never the answer Janis: fuck it, I'll think of something Grace: he won't come Grace: I can tell by his feed Janis: meaning? Grace: I'm stupid but I understand boys Grace: the type he is and the type he isn't Janis: very philosophical, babe Janis: but I meant literally Grace: literally he's not gonna show up for her like that Janis: maybe not Grace: & if he knows you're there, which he can't not Janis: not everyone avoids me like the plague, cheers Grace: Duh, I mean if he showed up she can't be sure it's for her Grace: she'd hate that Janis: she'd put up with it to fuck me over though Grace: yeah but is he gonna put up with the possibility that barista boy wins another fight, I doubt it Janis: true Janis: 🤞 Grace: all he has is what he fronts, obvs Grace: it's a totally stupid risk and for what? you're not gonna hook up with him again Janis: he is totally stupid Janis: if his feed isn't giving that away 🔮 Grace: it is Grace: but like Grace: he won't come Janis: Poor Mia Grace: literally never say that again it's too weird Janis: but she'll be 💔 I'm not Grace: she'd need a 💜 Janis: same here Janis: 🤫🤫🤫🤫 Grace: Oh please Grace: you're so 😍😍😍 it's gross Janis: shut up or I'll bombard you with green emojis Grace: wtf was that Grace: 🙄 Janis: was amusing, give you that Janis: but don't reckon much to any of your debate skills Grace: thanks Grace: I swear Mia was a totally different person before Ella moved here, so not even fair that you get barista boy and we get her tbh Janis: that's what a 💀 pact will do to you Grace: it's not funny Janis: not gonna cry for every girl that wants to starve herself Grace: yeah you'd need emotions that aren't 😍🤤 & 😒😠 Janis: and why would I want that Grace: 🙄🤷 Janis: yeah, seems a right laugh Janis: get on it asap Grace: sure Janis: 👋 k, toodles Grace: ugh don't even Janis: 😂 Grace: Iggy's taking us Janis: ugh Janis: alright Grace: IKR but I'm so glad it's not dad Janis: have to hitchhike if it was Grace: we could casually leave all Mia's stuff behind if we were though 😂 Janis: still time Grace: & I obvs need the exercise cos I'm SO JEALOUS of how Ella looks Janis: wouldn't be enough even if the festival was in the south pole, babes Grace: okay thanks for joining in on giving me a freakout now that I am going Janis: shut up 🙄 Grace: yeah obvs have to go have that freakout sooo Janis: if you wanna look like you're dying, go 'head and start killing yourself Janis: nothing goals about it is there Grace: I don't have to wanna look like her to not wanna look like THIS Janis: like what Janis: a normal person Grace: like do not Janis: 🤷 Janis: whatever Grace: UM no we're not fake friends Grace: so you can stop Janis: I'm really not saying anything though Grace: 👌👌 Janis: see you tomorrow then Grace: yeah

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2b-nines · 2 years ago

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I was actually thinking about how that side quest is interpreted (misinterpreted imo) as well. A lot of people interpret her saying "love" and "pleasure" to = sexual pleasure when this is never actually said anywhere in the game or side materials. They are programmed to feel some sort of emotion similar to love in battle. They don't even love to hate, they're just programmed to enjoy fighting to an extent so it motivates them to complete missions. We derive pleasure from a lot of things as humans and it absolutely does not mean sexual pleasure the vast majority of the time. It comes in different forms, and yes you're right it's shown several times that the androids do not enjoy killing each other. That would be completely contrary to the entire point of the mission. Only the opposite is ever shown. The other E model is thrown into a manic state because of how traumatized she is. 9S shows hesitation and sadness killing the rogue androids and A2 in the beginning. So no, there is no indication that 2B or 9S enjoy killing each other or again that 9S has wanted to this whole time. Clearly they don't.

I'm aware the choking scene is suggestive, but to me it's more like the intimacy they share in that scene simultaneously brings out their love for each other while still being a terribly sad experience. There's just nothing to suggest either of them feel anything sexual in that scene nor in the scene where 9S fights the 2B clones. Imo if we go with the actual word which is love then the "morning after" scene (as some refer to it as) with 9S is purely the feelings of love he has for 2B being brought up to the surface as a result of the battle. Also keep in mind he's infected so any joy he possibly could feel from that scene is a result of the virus making him much more violent than he already was. This went a little bit off course from what you said, but I figured it was a good segway into my issues with that theory as well. I'm aware that "it's Yoko Taro and it's definitely something he would write," but that doesn't mean he did write that. He's not exactly the most subtle writer in the world, and I think if he really wanted us to get that from the Jackass side quest he would have just written it that way at least in the side materials. But he didn't.

"The love-hate dichotomy in NieR Automata-"

Doesn't exist. It just... does not exist I'm sorry.

There is no evidence anywhere in the game or the side materials to suggest at any point that 9S hates 2B. It only ever states how much he loves her. This is based off the assumption that the hidden word is kill and that Adam's speech about 9S being filled with hate is A. completely true and B. directed at 2B specifically. We cannot assume kill is the correct word here nor can we assume every single thing Adam says about 9S is fact or directed at 2B specifically because Adam's entire existence is fueled by hatred. He's trying to convince 9S that they are one and the same so we shouldn't throw out the possibility of sprinkling lies and exaggeration among the truth to mess with 9S. He also does not mention 2B until the infamous line. 9S harbors hatred for the project that he just learned is one big lie. He just found out he's being used for an empty mission leading to nothing but a meaningless death for something that doesn't even exist. That is where this despair and desire to destroy comes from, not 2B.

The idea that 9S wants to secretly kill 2B is not supported by anything else in the game, not even his behavior in route C. He doesn't stab the 2B apparition in his memories because he hates her. He stabs it because he knows it's the machines messing with him and trying to remove his memories of her, and it makes him incredibly upset. He literally states the machines are messing with him earlier in the segment. He's well aware it's not her. This killing her out of hatred theory does not hold water in the Tower segment either. Again, these are not 2B and he knows this. There's nothing to suggest he's killing the imitations because he hates 2B and secretly wanted to kill her the whole time. They're empty shells resembling his love made specifically to torment him. He's killing them out of rage toward the machines, a sense of possessiveness (shown in the supplementary material), and an idea that death means mercy. We see this earlier with 21O. He says he's going to kill her because it would end her suffering. It makes more sense to assume he's applying the same reasoning here as the two battles have VERY similar lines about killing. We also should keep in mind he's being overtaken by a logic virus, something that heightens his violent tendencies, this entire time. He's given multiple opportunities in the side stories to kill 2B upon finding out her true purpose and yet never does. He doesn't even consider it. The one time he's shown attacking her is simply to find a weak spot to hack her with, and another time he kills himself because he'd rather die perpetually and see her again than lose her forever. That does not at all sound like hatred to me, and it's never stated that he hates her in these stories either. He doesn't even want to hack her after knowing that she's destined to kill him.

9S loves 2B fully and is aware she's only doing what she's assigned to do. He is happy to die if it means he gets to see her one more time. I'm tired of seeing this frankly assumptive headcanon being spread all over as fact. He loves her more than anything. She's his treasure, and he has no such desire to hurt her.

#no fun allowed or whatever ik I just don't think either of those theories exist given what the source material actually says and shows #it all stems from these 2 assumptions that I firmly believe are incorrect #again if you have opposing evidence do say so but personally I have not come across any #nier #I tried cutting it down a little I'm so long winded sorry

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amalforelias-blog · 8 years ago

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hi! can i ask you something about wearing a hijab? i'm not muslim and i apologize if i say something offensive. it's not my intention. in one of the seasons sana says she wears a hijab because she wants to not bc she's forced. do muslim women wear it bc they want to or they have to when they're in public? doesn't it get uncomfortable sometimes? she even wears it at home. i hope i'm not being rude i'm just trying to learn about it

Hello, anon !!

Before I go on with answering, I’ll clarify this little thing first : I’m not Muslim. I’m an ex-muslim, I studied Islamic Education for 9 years and I was a Hijabi for 4 years. So my answer will be heavily based on my interpretation of the religion of Islam, since I greatly believe that Islam is a philosophy that each can give their own touch and feel to.

Hijab is not just the veil you wear around your head, or just a garment you put on your skin, as it is commonly thought to be, it actually holds much more meaning. The piece of clothing is nothing but the physical form of the philosophy behind it, it’s the tip, that meets the short-sighted eye, of a huge mountain of ideas and meanings gathered behind it.

Hijab, actually, is an atittude.

Hijab (حجاب) is a noun derived from the verb حجب, which means to withhold and to block. So, when you wear Hijab, you’re wearing an atittude to block bad manners and evil traits from sweeping into your soul, you’re adopting a set of manners that strengthen your will against commiting sins or making mistakes against yourself and against others. Hijab is a mindset based on respect, realizing your value and your unique traits amongst others’ different ways of being and respecting the diversity that puts us all together, based on patience; to realize the great effort you need to refrain from falling for lust and forbidden love in a sinfull context and to gather your powers to keep yourself in check from following the pleasures of relationships before marriage (that Islam, following a respectful logic of its own, sees to be unacceptable), and most importantly based on faith; to believe that Allah is the ultimate friend that stands by you through your reckless journey of falling and getting up towards the perfect state of good, and that Allah is your companion who empowers you and gives you strength in this inner fight against pleasurable sins. All of these manners and ideas come together inside your soul to serve as a shield and a veil against the weak nature of our being and against our irrationality, and as a protection from being robbed off the beliefs you stand for and the convictions you’re built on.

Up until now, I’ve been speaking about a non-gender based concept, a Hijab that doesn’t make a difference between a woman and a man, because Islam comes to teach you about the better ways of being and it does so for all genders alike. Even when it comes to the physical form of Hijab, both women and men are requested to hide some parts of their body, in the presence of the opposite gender, that are considered to be atracttive and call for lustful looks. (for women more than men), and just as a person is supposed to cover up to avoid stiring up lust from the eyes of the other, the other is also supposed to lower their gaze. So after all, it’s an act that needs the well behaving of both parties. (So, yes, men can be Hijabis too)

Islam recommands this optional solution, and you are free to follow through with it. No one forces no one of how to see things, you have your own eyes to see the world. After all, it’s up to you to decide who you want to be, and what ideas and beliefs you want to adopt. You can be a Muslim, but still don’t believe that relationships before marriage are unacceptable, so you don’t consider Hijab as an option to protect you from a sin that you don’t even see as a sin. You can also be a non-muslim, but still be someone who wears this atittude on a daily basis due to your own individual freely refusing to engage in relationships before marriage.

Your Islam is personal to yourself, and if anyone tries to shove their ideas and their own interpretations of Islam on another while pointing the finger to them and judging their way of being as wrong, is someone who needs to be taught about the common sense of free choice and personal belief.

To be honest, Islam can be understood in different ways, it’s a wide and immense philosophy that needs to be read through wisely and carefully, so interpretations that belittle women and that go against the simple concepts of gender equality and free will DO exist, they do more harm to the world than good.They’re intrepretations that neglect the important idea that Allah sent His message through His Prophet to His people for their benefit and for their good, and NOT to shower them with evil. So, any intrepretation that goes against that should not be accepted as a teaching from Islam.

Oh, by the way, about Sana wearing Hijab inside the house, that’s a minor issue since Iman Meskini is a Hijabi and she just won’t take off the clothing for the whole world to see, that’s why Sana is always seen to be wearing it even inside the house. But that’s not really a necessity, I mean, my grand-mother wears the veil indoors but my mother doesn’t. It’s a preference, all about what the Hijabi is more comfortable with.

I REALLY hope I didn’t offend anyone with this !

#skam #iman meskini #sana #sanabakkoush #important #islam

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