#this is especially empassioned

[simplydm]

Impulse is doing some kind of mid-dungeon monologue

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

Hi,can you do (R,S) with Beni and/or joker,thank you

Hi Anon!! Since this was asked so long ago and I didn't get a chance to clarify sooner, I'm going to assume you meant the NSFT Alphabet? If not, and you're still out there, feel free to drop me a correction in my inbox!

Also, why not both??

Beni and Joker NSFT R and S under the cut!

NSFT Alphabet: R S

Shinmon Benimaru

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think for Beni it would be largely circumstantial. On the one hand he doesn't want to expose anyone to your antics who would prefer to be left out. On the other hand, you're wearing his patience thin and his bluff will most certainly not be called. If he makes a threat you can bet your life he intends to make good on it, and he will always outmatch your bullheadedness, even in your own game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Damn near unlimited. Have you ever seen this man fight? He'd be more likely to get distracted than lose stamina, and I wouldn't necessarily call him easily distractible.

As far as length of a session, I think that would depend more on what his goal is and the circumstances surrounding it. Is it one of the first times you're together? Have you two been playing cat and mouse around each other all day (or longer)? Is this a quick, stolen moment, or an empassioned I missed you? I think, for the most part Beni goes for precisely how long he intends to, no more, no less.

Joker/52

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The man is made of risks. His driving force is risk. The riskier, the better, especially once you find your rhythm. He finds glee in simply experimenting for the sake of experimentation, anything the two of you can think of and feel comfortable with, he's game for, with few exceptions.

His goal in your sex life is to find every possible way to turn you on and please you, with his own personal flair. How many times can he make you cum in one session, one day? How close can he tease you to your breaking point? How far can he push your limits physically? Training you in any capacity would probably get him going, and getting frisky public-adjacent. Somewhere that you're close to other people but can't be seen. Probably somewhere high up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Like Beni, his stamina is near limitless. He'll likely exhaust YOU before he tires. He enjoys pushing himself to his limits until he damn near collapses, thoroughly devouring you. His endurance? Top tier. His ability to last...? Mmmm less than stellar.

But that's okay, he more than makes up for it.

He'll go for as many sessions as you're willing to most of the time. Every once in a while he likes to slow it down, focusing on the moment over how many moments he can squeeze out of you.

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

I have seen many clips of Hazbin Hotel. And while I do enjoy some of it (some of the songs, Alastor and Vox in general) I do have to admit as well there is stuff I do not like.

I do not like how rushed the show is. If each episode is supposed to be a month like everyone claims then jesus fuck that is just…bad…bad story writing. And leaves very little for development. Angel has the most development as of now I believe?

Then there is some of the characters, mainly Mimzy and Cherri Bomb. They are…not good. Mimzy is a selfish brat, but then again I think she was originally always supposed to be that way so I will give her some slack there. But Cherri Bomb feels like someone who wants to reenforce unhealthy coping mechs, which sucks since she is Angel’s friend. Now I should state, I remember Hazbin and got into it when it was just a Pilot and the Addict music video was our only source of canon Hazbin content, so maybe i am bias in that front. But ughh. Idk man. Maybe its because im happy Angel is improving himself i dont want someone else to ruin that for him :/.

And this is more fandom critical so I hope u dont mind but. I really fucking hate the shipping wars going on. Especially now since Hells Greatest Dad where Alastor says Charlie can call him dad to get under Lucifer’s skin. Vizie, who will i have problems with, told people they could go nuts with shipping i believe in an old tweet! But noooo. Just fight fight fight. But even then, how the fandom reacts in gen is why i rather stay on the sidelines and just talk about the show with friends. The fandom is fucking scary :(.

I've seen rumors around that they've had things progress at the pace of your average tween-produced Wattpad fanfiction because they couldn't certainly count on a second season... which to my knowledge, they will be getting, so that makes the decision sadder in hindsight.

But I do feel you in that last paragraph, Anon. Sometimes it's best to chill in a corner with our shows and keep a great distance from all the empassioned lunatics.

[inun4ki]

-gives kaede a new year's kiss -

belated new year's kiss

It'd been a tense evening at the Zen'in estate, lonely in some ways, but he hadn't minded so much now. Naoya might not have been as soft as he was, but here he stood beside him anyway, fingers hidden in their twining. They'd hung back, much further away from most of Naoya's other family members, nestled somewhere in the garden. They had a clear view of the backs of their heads and the center of the garden, but most of all, the night sky twinkling with stars.

There's no other place he'd rather be than with him, dangerously close, blush on his skin on the eve of the new year. It was cold, but he liked it this way - it gave him an excuse to steal an inch or two closer. He cast a glance up, adoration focusing on intense gold, leafing through dyed hair, trailing along the slope of his jaw... Handsome in every way, bratty spoiled prince in others, but still a most beloved thing. He didn't know when he realized it, not really, a bit preoccupied with an ever constant rash of curses, a mountain of paperwork, among other things. Somewhere in the middle, he'd taken a liking to Naoya, even when he was cruel and unkind - especially so. He wasn't afraid to bleed, swarm him with affection or let show his vulnerabilities.

He was happy, quite happy to stand beside him in the shade of a web of dead branches, soft crackles and pops steadily building to roar, swaths of color bursting across the sky - yet still, all he wanted to look at was Naoya, undeterred by fireworks and echoes of excitement and awe. Just him, the moments they had alone; No eyes could be spared to watch them, and Kaede had to take his opportunity, fully holding his hand and reaching up with the other to cup his face, urge him to look at him. Such a special moment couldn't be wasted, could it? Not even for selfish fools as they.

"Ara, Naoya-chan... Heppy New Year."

And then he pulled, pushing himself up onto the balls of his feet and kissing Naoya with all he had, tender, soft, but empassioned all the same. Skin against skin, tongues so briefly melding together, thunderous explosions hanging above them. It was only for a moment, but arms had snaked around his waist, warm and firm, affections returned. He wished it could've lasted longer, so lips and teeth could make their mark, so fingers could wander between kimono layers and brush against the skin beneath. It may have been chilly, but Naoya was warm, and he tasted like cinnamon and sugar - how could he not?

When at last they parted, he felt a twinge of disappointment. He ought to be grateful he'd been able to get that much; If he'd had his way, he'd have snuck off with Naoya and spent the time doing other things while everyone was busy, spoil him while he had the chance. He'd always been impatient and needy though, only too pleased to climb his favorite Zen'in like a tree and sweat it out. A secret so carefully kept, yet one so happily indulged. But, still, he ought to be grateful for at least a kiss. They could make out like lovesick teenagers another time.

As long as they were together, he couldn't complain.

@divinezenin

[faebriel]

ough *roblox damage noise* thinking about niki’s speeches at the green festival/doomsday but in the context of hunger games au

burr kai faebriel has caused me brainrot

THE BRAINROT SPREADS

i feel like before her games and during them niki is running on pure survival mode....she works better in communities but I think part of her would be so cautious in the arena because she knows only one of them can make it out of the arena and she has wilbur counting on her, it has to be her, and the idea of betraying her allies so violently turns her stomach a little too much to be making any inspiring speeches.

after, though.....

okay it's difficult. because she is so closely monitored by the capitol, there is very little she can do - they can go back to her district and find her friends, wilbur is still in their clutches, even she and jack are not really safe themselves. and also i think something that people kind of overlook with niki (myself included) is that like... during the manberg era in canon she despises schlatt, don't get me wrong, but in the early days she is scared of him. she reacts fearfully when she sees he's online and she tries to avoid him at all costs. she'll spit in his face when she actually has to speak with him, she puts on a brave face, but that doesn't mean she's not scared. (also i think this is kind of an overlooked part of her character because we all just remember her being a fucking badass whenever she does interact with him. she's not brave because she's an unfeeling girlboss, she's brave because she's scared and she feels alone and abandoned but she stands up for herself and for l'manberg anyway!!!)

ANYWAY my point is she's still scared when she leaves the area, especially as she starts her victory tour...... she has thousands of capitol eyes on her and it's uncomfortable and she doesn't like becoming a victor and a mentor. they don't have a great reputation in 12. after all, every victor in the capitol is another person who killed 12's children, and that's exactly how she's felt about all but one victor ever since she was old enough to be aware of the games. she knows that's how everyone else in every other district sees her, she knows the capitol is always watching her, and jack reminds her that there's no chance schlatt and his pals in government are happy with the mess she made of the arena, cracking open its fuel to spread the fire. (she wasn't thinking about that at the time, she was just thinking about surviving - but now she's painfully aware of the danger she's put herself and everyone she cares about in. it's uncomfortable to say the least.)

but then. i think bonding with the other victors empowers her. she starts to piece together that even if she feels extremely alone, there are people who feel the exact same way that she does. people who are a little cold to outsiders, but who can be worn down. it starts with people like puffy and sophie, and it spreads from there. not exactly loud speeches, but these brief flashes of empassioned conversation do get to happen, even if they're constrained to hushed whispers and dark closets. sometimes it's not even whispers at all. there are ways to communicate beyond her words, she's learning that now.

i think once district 13 comes in she'd be a real passionate orator. that's when she's the perfect balance of safe and furious to stand atop an upturned crate and start shouting her heart out. it just takes a long time for her to get there.

[entity437]

music i heard in april 2023 that was notable (accidental brony edition)

(i went on a spree of going through top brony music lists and the pony music archive, so here we are)

a really quite sweet (and catchy) song about both enjoying youth and the desire to grow up to see what you become. I especially love the synth just before the final chorus which just has such a powerful feeling of triumph and understanding; like everything has finally clicked.

while the original choral version still holds up today, I feel this stripped back version to be more appropriate for the subject of immortality: a life becomes more introspective with time. furthermore, the more simple vocal and guitar arrangement lend the song a cozy lullaby-like quality which is especially potent when framed by the mlp fandom. the original came out 9 years ago, with the fandom arguably at its largest and most energetic, then this version came out a year after the last episode of the show and the last bronycon. the song then now serves as a melancholic reflection on the goodtimes past, and an acceptance that the community will never truly disappear.

a deeply cerebral rendition of the bats song, playing out like an internal debate between the cold and logical (applejack), and the kind and empathetic (fluttershy) parts of the mind. this imagery is greatly assisted by the sparse and ethereal instrumental which provides a solid ambient groove. the vocals also sound somewhat robotic or uncanny, making everyone sound exceptionally serious and pointed with their statements.

for this song i adore the vocals and the caracterisation they provide. It begins tame, like lyra is talking about something taboo, though she quickly grows too excited to care about this. as the listener seemingly shows a level of interest in the topic, lyra quickly reels you into their world by selling you on the advantages and achievements of humanity in comparison to the pony world. lyra then begins just throwing facts, fiction, and justifications for humanity wildly at you, becoming so empassioned by anthropology that she denounces her ponyhood to the world for the hopes of experiencing even a slice of the human experience. so uhh, a perfect encapsulation of my experiences with ancient history.

possibly my favourite chrysalis song so far, with the vocal effect for the lead singer working great for the (relatively) alien but regal queen, the choir embodying the power, numbers, and dedication of the hive, and the grandiose orchestral hip-hop instrumental putting the changelings into an imposing opposition for the more conventional sound of the ponys. Additionally, the instrumental switches between more positive (0:35), conspiring (1:04), and fiersome (3:02) tones repeatedly, making the song effectively depict chrysalis regrouping the changelings, briefing them on those they face, and rallying their strength, confidence, and morale before their next battle.

similarly cerebral as was BATS!, however rather taking a confidence in it's conflict than idly basking in the theory of conflict. This is due to how the characters are presented, with Chrysalis's confident "this day IS going to be perfect" overpowering the "this day WAS going to be perfect" and further dispirited statements of the crestfallen Cadence. Where the tables are turned however is the instrumental, with it's piano making clear the situation's generally unclear outcome, but with the chiptune synth raising the possibility that things may sway against Chrysalis's plan. The triumph of Cadence is then foreshadowered by the synthy piano growing in volume and the natural piano disappearing, reflecting uncertainty has turned in the favour of the true princess. although, doubt can always surface even when confident as is shown by the natural piano closing the song.

[princonsort]

“Good, because I would never lie to you, Alex.” Henry said, his voice empassioned as he kissed him, groaning quietly and placing his hands on Alex’s hips, rolling down to take him in further for a moment, panting softly. “I would never lie to you, love. Especially not about this, not about us.” He added, moving one hand up to capture Alex’s cheek. “everything I’ve ever done since cake gate has been for you.” Even if it had hurt them both, it was true.

With a happy hum, he leaned into Alex’s touch, wrapping his arms around the American and pulling him close, breathing him in as he tried to get his heart rate back to some sort of normal. Chuckling quietly at Alex’s compliment, Henry blushed slightly and nudged their noses together. “Still obsessed with my thighs, huh?” He teased, though it was gentle. “What about you, love? You’re the only one who can do this to me. Who can make me feel like this. Always have been.” He added softly, offering a sleepy smile.

“i love you, Alex. I’d do anything for you… all you have to do is ask me."

“I told you, I haven’t … been with anyone else, since we last…” Henry replied, a little breathless as he moved, letting out a soft gasp as Alex began to match his pace, letting the other control the kiss as much as he wanted, letting himself drown in him.

It was tight and hot and wonderful, and everything Henry had been dreaming about for months, since he’d ended things with Alex and his dreams had decided to haunt him, but this was real, the man was right here, and Henry was determined not to let him go again. He kept his eyes open and peeled on Alex, drinking in the sight of him as he came, feeling him spill inside his own body, hot and sticky and wonderful in a way that Henry couldn’t describe And so perfect that it made the Prince tear up a little, wetness at the corners of his eyes.

He barely had time to catch his breath, and it didn’t take long for Henry to come either, Alex’s hand on him far surpassing every dream Henry had had of late, keeping his eyes on the man he loved as he came into his hand, gasping softly and leaning down to kiss Alex again, half to muffle his own moans as his hips stuttered, mourning I love you over and over into Alex’s mouth as he spilled.

[reallyromealone]

Moving in

Dad Aizawa x baby reader

Shota sighed as he wrapped his son in a sling, (name) snoozing away happily as his tiny little hands clung to his dad's sweater and little feet dangling. With a sigh Aizawa made his way to the newly built dorms at UA, their stuff having been sent the night before so all that was left was them going there "let's get this over with..." Aizawa grumbled and the father son duo went off to their new living space for the year.

When they walked in it was still early maybe five am and little (name) was still out like a light as they went to the teachers dorm and Aizawa carefully set up his play pen so later when he got his shit ready (name) would have a place to sleep.

By time students arrived (name) was awake, stretching his little arms as Aizawa turned him to face forward because boy howdy did (name) get excited for new people "Aizawa sir, whose this?!" Mina asked excitedly as little (name) just looked at the incoming students curiously as he sucked on his pacifier. Aizawa sighed before looking at the students "this is my son (name)" he said bluntly and let his son hold his finger "how old is he?" Ochaco asked as she cooed over the babe who did not care for these people, far more interested in his hands hands.

"He's eight months old"

The students were facinated by the tiny baby but eventually Aizawa shooed them off to get them to go unpack "I will be unpacking myself, my room is down the hall to the right" Aizawa explained to the kids "I will put up a door sign if (name) is sleeping" he said holding up a door handle sign that said "sleeping baby" in simple bold words and the students nodded.

"We will uphold that sign!" Iida said seriously and chopped his hand and Aizawa just nodded before wandering off to his room...well rooms.

Teachers had more space than students especially if they have family, Aizawa getting two bedroom and a bathroom along with a small sitting room.

Just enough space for the two Aizawas.

Setting (name) into his play pen and grabbing a few toys for his son to play with, he began unpacking. Setting up his bed and setting up (name)s crib were the first things on his list before moving onto everything else.

(Name) just watched his dad go back and forth, perfectly amused with the company of his dad.

In his play pen were a few soft dolls of his dad's friends and co-workers and his all time favorite a handmade plush of his papa made by uncle Hisashi when he was born.

Aizawa had to bring it everywhere lest he be met with a sobbing baby.

The only fridges on the dorms were in the common area so Aizawa sighed before restrapping his son to his chest and lugging his babes formula and other infant food supplies to the common areas kitchen and began setting it up "you need help Mr. Aizawa?" Jiro asked softly, noticing her teacher had his hands full, Aizawa turned to look at her with an empassive expression before nodding "go to my room and grab his high chair if you can" he said calmly as he tried to keep his son from grabbing all his little baby snacks he loved so much "you can have some when the chair comes out" Aizawa said soft yet sternly to his son who looked up at him curiously.

" Here you are Mr Aizawa" Jiro said holding the high chair "thank you, this is an inconvenience but could you hold (name) while I set it up? He has a tendancy to want to 'help'" Aizawa asked the teen who awkwardly nodded and took the babe who was very facinated with her ear jacks and the teen played around with him, waving them infront of his face and watched the babe try to grab them.

When Aizawa set up the high chair he grabbed some bananas and chopped them up before taking (name) and putting him in and the two watched little (name) go to town on those bananas "he really likes bananas huh?"

"Oh he's a monster with bananas" Aizawa said with a slight laugh "if you need anything sir don't be afraid to ask me! I'm willing to watch him" it was very sweet seeing Jiro wanting to be helpful "focus on school but if it's an emergency I will come to you" Aizawa said patting her head "and you will be compensated accordingly when you do"

Jiro went back to her room to finish unpacking as Aizawa watched his son eat away "this is our new home bud, get used to it" Aizawa said fondly and little (name) wasn't even listening.

[nevilles-insinuations]

Tipsy - Clay Spenser

Summary: Clay is always iconic, but especially when drunk

TW: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (its the whole fic)

A/N: Hi people! Had this in the drafts for literal months (just watched the first season 6 ep, and changed a couple words to fit but there's no spoilers dw)

Word Count: 782 (kinda short but will write more on the topic if anyone wants!)

You heard them before you saw them, although what a sight it was to behold. You were surprised they had actually made it back while you were till awake. Still arguing over the remnants of a story that you would probably never hear the end of- "He lost his keys" were the first words spoken in your direction. Specifically from Sonny Quinn who offered an apology for their lateness and slightly dishhevelled appearance. Clay was holding onto him for dear life and they were somehow still bickering so you just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"Just saying the keys wouldn’t have rolled under the car if you hadn't dropped them!"

"Sure Peaches, I'm gonna assume that lapse in judgement is due to your inebriated state"

Sonny’s half exasperated, half amused expression wasn’t even your favourite part. You had to cover you laugh again as your eyes fell to you boyfriend. He looked angry that the older man had managed to catch him. Clay was trying to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly having too much faith in his drunken body. He had somehow beaten The Sonny Quinn to the punch and probably drank all the alcohol in the bar, because you could barely believe what was infront of you. Apparently, the story was Clay had won a bet which meant that unfortunatelty Sonny was now the designated driver.

“It is not my fault that you can’t handle your liquor"

"You are so unbelieavbly wrong right now"

"(Y/N), you get it-"

"I'm not getting involved boys"

They could hear your tone left no room for concessions, so the pair of them quickly dropped try to convince you. A little unsteady, Clay eventually made it inside the appartment, 3 hours later than he said he would. Although you were sure this was a record that would soon be broken again. Sonny ushered him through the doorframe, absolving himself of anymore blame about potential injuries or bruised egos. Now you were left to clean up the mess. Landing on the couch with a thump, Clay somehow still had energy for fighting. His damn drunk confidence had made him more empassioned than usual.

“Son- Sonny nearly… dropped me anyways”

Crossing his arms and with just a touch of sarcasm - He looked content that he had managed to yawn out the words and get one last jab in.

“Sweet dreams little delusional buddy- Blondie’s all yours”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Turning back to your boyfriend, he had slumped his way off of the couch, settling on the floor. Blue eyes were attempting to innocently look up at you like butter wouldn't melt, but the alcohol meant he was half spaced out and focusing on the wall behind you.

“You’re a SEAL. How are you this clumsy?”

"M'not"

"Really?"

To prove his point, Clay took the hat off his head, reaching up to plant it on your head instead. Attempting to stand up, it was almost like an invisible force immediately knocked him back. You had asumed correctly, he was not making it to the bed.

Now came the fun part.

"Come on"

You grabbed his arm, trying desperately to lift him back up. Eventually, your method had some success and most of him was back onto the couch. You moved to grab a blanket, knowing he was going to be stuck on there until morning- afternoon if you were being realistic.

“You want some water?"

He shrugged at you, but you knew he would be thankful for it later. But he kept watching you with a bright smile on his face. You were safety for him - a bet free zone- that would, of course, still tease about this night for years to come. But his home nontheless. He could barely see straight but he could still see you.

"Just go to sleep"

He nods in response and you could see his eyelids getting heavier with the absence of loud music and fellow yelling drunk people. Running your fingers through his hair, your hand rested again his head for a moment. His several attempts to kiss your arm were almost on target, but at least got you to laugh again before you left him to his own drunken devices.

"Good luck - love you"

There was a slight pause as his brain caught up with his mouth to understand your words.

"G'Night babe"

His hands grabbed one of the couch cushions, cuddling it tight like a teddy bear as he finally settled into his bed for the night. This was definitely the last time you would see him happy for a couple days, you could practically smell tomorrow's hangover on his clothes.

[afreakingdork]

Regarding the post about alexthymia, I've clowned on him a lot, but in truth I understand Donnie quite an embarrassing amount. Emotions are something I've never been very good at, people in general even less so, and often I end up pushing them away through a lack of understanding and frankly discomfort with my own feelings. I have a myriad of examples from my own life of me fumbling the bag, or using so called 'Donnie-fingers', on my relationships just as bad as Donnie himself, especially when it comes to romance. So, despite dragging his name through the mud time and time again, I wanted to tell you how good of a job you've done with this guy. It really is realistic to how bad it can get when you can't recognize or put a name to your feelings. I tell him to get his shit together, but honestly it's more like a self empassioned rant into a mirror.

We're supposed to be the smart one, I lament. How far the mighty have fallen. I hope my musings have been cohesive, and not too preachy or eye-rollingly pretentious. I do promise it began as praise and I intend to use it that way. Well done.

Gosh, thank you so much for sharing this and saying that. I think you did a wonderful job laying your feelings out and this is exactly the kind of line I was hoping to toe. Those without alexthymia have valid concerns about being hurts and those with alexthymia have valid struggles and hurt others/themselves without meaning too. Not to say someone's difficulties are fascinating, but being able to explore it in writing has been a pleasure. Thank you again 💖

[stardusthuntress]

Yes! To ALL of that!!! Cannot wait until the Ahsoka show comes out, but more because of Thrawn than the other characters. Don’t get me wrong, I love them all, especially Ahsoka and Sabine, but I find it hysterically funny how Thrawn is always miles ahead of everyone, and that no matter how hard they try not to, even the Jedi just end up creating self-fulfilling prophecies that play directly into his hands.

I feel like Ezra is going to get a moment while the space whales leave to give an empassioned speech that makes us trust him, and then exactly like you said! Thrawn’s “about time, thanks for getting me outta there and back home, now here’s what’s really going on”. I just wanna see the look on Ezra’s face as he realizes he knows Thrawn is telling the truth.

I can only imagine seeing Ezra doing his very best not to react at all as he follows Thrawn around the Chiss hallways, Eli once again serving as translator.

Eli’s occasional “wow, you must really have impressed him, he just called you ‘our best bet at surviving this’” or something and Ezra’s standing there all confused until Thrawn takes them both aside and explains the long game he’s been playing. He doesn’t strike me as the guy who’d give Ezra all his cards from the start tho, just enough to keep him interested and on his side. And Eli won’t fill Ezra in until he’s promoted to. I hope there are a few moments where Eli holds Ezra back and tells him “just watch, this is gonna be funny”. And there’s gotta be a few “ok, wait, there’s more you gotta know” Thrawn-tells-all moments. Cannot wait until the “all those deaths weren’t my fault, they were Price’s fault. Oh and btw, the Emperor is an asshole I only stuck around because I wanted to pick a successor, but the dude just wouldn’t fucking die!” reveal. Eli’s gonna have a constant headache, asking “you did WHAT and thought the politicians would just let it slide? Fuck ‘not showing favoritism’, you suck at politics, you’re stuck with me now. Ezra help me out with this, we need those Jedi reflexes or we’re all screwed”

And yes, Ezra would totally have the best time using his Jedi powers to annoy the shit outta Ronan! And I totally agree it would make him best friends with Eli! That and keeping Thrawn’s nose clean. I’m betting Admiral Aralani is also gonna end up adoring them for that, since that kinda used to be her job alone. Thrawn might not see it coming, but he’ll play it like that was part of the plan all along. Aralani will try to make him swear not to bring any more human pets home.

Ahsoka and Sabine are totally gonna burst in ready to save the day, only to find Ezra, Eli, and Thrawn chatting like they were never enemies, in a room full of skywalkers that adore them all, and Ezra going “oh hey guys! I was wondering when you’d drop by! Ahsoka look, little Force sensitive children that need our help! Anyways, Thrawn, that’s not gonna work because…” and they’re gonna be so confused. Aralani is gonna be passed that they wrecked her ship on the way in, and then realize Thrawn just brought two more of his favorites home, and didn’t warn her even tho he knew this moment was coming. Eli makes a note to buy her some of her favorite caffeine, she’s gonna need it.

After reading Treason again I just wanna say that I'm convinced Thrawn was buzzing with joy when Ezra decided to yeet both of them into the Unknown Regions.

[my-forgotten-notepad]

Pokemon ScarVio plot line is overall dissapointing; the following will contain spoilers for Pokemon Scarlet & Violet

As mentioned above; I think the overal plotlines of ScarVio are dissapointing, I think Operation Starfall has a rushed an awkward start that feels disconnected from the engrossing and empassioned middle before hitting us with a fake twist reveal before crashing and burning miserably at the end. Victory road is the gold winner here; but it's also not trying to reinvent the wheel, it's just the most consistent from beginning, middle to the ending. Path of Legends I liked and was kinda hooked on as the mystic of massive pokemon with unique powers and terrifying strength that may or may not be fairytales was cool, Arven's growth was cool; but like Operation Starfall, PoL crashed at the end for me.

I will break down my thoughts more thoroughly below.

The way we're introduced to Team Star is by them picking on students to try and brute force them into signing onto the team to fill quotas; this is never addressed nor brought up again. It's literally there for us to go "No, stop; Don't bully people" and then battle them. This is incredibly ironic especially when you start beating the base guards, the grunts and the Star Squad Captains and find out that they were bullied relentlessly in the academy.

Through the captains we are introduced to the Big Boss (a faceless character) who helped them and they instigated the ethos of Team Star, their dress sense, theme songs and prepared to take on every last bully in the academy because they were just so done by the academy letting it happen. They were planning to take justice in their own hands; but in their own words, the bullies never materialised and more importantly they all dropped out quickly and quietly and dissapeared. Perception of Team Star soured and worrying the faces of the Team (the Star Squad Captains) would lose their place; Penny talks to the corrupt former director (Clavell's predeccesor) and willfully goes to Galar for a year to let them stay at the academy.

We also hear from Clavell as Clive the hip rocker student; that it seems the academy buried so much of this and actively deleted or destroyed records to maintain the academy's reputation and image. This was where I was utterly hooked and I was excited to see who B.B was and how Operation Starfall would end.

So after struggling several times to best Eri and her insanely powerful revaroom; I return the academy, where I meet the fake-out twist of Operation Starfall. Director Clavell. Who admits to being Casseopeia via pre-programmable recordings; claiming he started Operation Starfall when an attempt to try and stop the bullies in the Academy went sideways not due to TS members; but the academy itself. Noting how he had been a visiting teacher when he encouraged students to stand up for themselves and was appauled when as director, he found several records were incomplete or just missing. Through his time as director and as Clive and B.B; Clavell was able to pull the truth together and admits the code is the code and you battle.

his team hits hard and fast; it's varied with types and physical/special attackers and he has the starter strong against yours, its an amazing conclusion about the damage failing your students or allowing the legacy and image of history to dominant the truth. A unique talking point running parallel to the opening text about how the academy operates by pulling from the legacies and history of the past to inform the now.

It's only after the battle that Clavell softly and quietly admits he is in fact not Team Star's Big Boss, nor was he Casseopeia and he will strive to make sure such a great blot and shame that led to the situation with Team Star will ever happen again. No faculty member should be able to wipe their sleight clean at the expense of their students.

Then he gets squaked at by the Maths teacher and is told he has to write out apologies to everyone and is carted off. Which leads us to fighting the actual Big Boss of Team Star; Penny.

Penny can best be described as the colour beige hardcut with anxiety; that's it. Unlike Arven and Nemona; she doesn't grow in the slightest from the time we save her from the Team Star grunts who never appear again on the stairs to the academy to our time descending into the Paldean crator. Nothing changes.

So, we meet her at the trainer fields and you can more or less one-shot OHKO her entire Eveelution team (Umbreon, Flareon, Vaporean, Leafeon, Jolteon and Sylveon). There's no grand speech, other than "I was bullied and it sucked and I can't talk to people, so I made Team Star and I guess you know the rest." That's the end of Penny more or less. Outside of kinda being a foil to Arven during the conversations in the crator; Penny just dissapears from the game.

Victory road is okay; the central thing is growing and competing with Nemona. Who is fairly static, but grows to have some restraint but never a lot; both in battling and in conversation. She's fun and spunky and kind of is a strong reminder and motivator for the player to push themselves too. Nemona can be a little forgiving in some battles; but also incredibly punishing if an when you present an opening to her. This leads the player to level up and try to get a fully evolved team ASAP, as well as when to and when not to use the Terra Orb. As you might actually benefit more from your pokemon's dual-typing rather than the attack buff from the Orb. All in all is the generic, tried and true beat 8 gyms narrative; kinda cool you can do them in any order. meaning if you're crazy enough you can try and battle against gym leaders whose entire team sits beyond your trainer level cap just for funsies. That could be a ScarVio hard mode challenge, trying to build teams that can survive against such massive level divides.

Leaving finally; the Path of Legends storyline.

I like this one the most originally and through the middle; it's the ending that ruins it for me more than anything.

When we start at the lighthouse; we're introduced to Arven, a spiteful and harsh boy with the motorbike lizard. He's intense and awkward and full of a lot of emotions he doesn't quite know how to express or handle. Arven is strongly characterised, like Nemona but in different ways. We beat him in a battle, get motorbike lizard then receive a message from Sada/Turo about caring for it. Arven expresses strong emotions about hearing his parent's voice, more specifically how they don't really address him.

Once we're out of the academy; we venture round fighting the titan pokemon and the Herba Mystica, both of which are things Arven is fascinated in. The original reason given is the Scarlet Book informs that the Titan Pokemon gravitate to certain areas and the Herba Mystica has supposed healing and culinary properties. Arven expresses an interest in the taste and quality of the food; connecting to the picnicking gimmick of ScarVio.

It's only after the second Titan that Arven introduces us to the actual reason; his bestest boi Mobasstif is incredibly ill and needs aid. But Arven's tried everything and nothing works; the Herba Mystica is his last chance to save his first pokemon, his greatest companion. The game hammers this home by adding in the cutscenes of Mobasstif eating the Herba Mystica and slowly regaining his strength and control of his body. Arven often exclaiming how he hasn't seen his dog's eyes or barks in literal years; showing how long Mobasstif has been ill and unwell.

Throughout all of this Sada/Turo has been messaging us to take care of the motorbike lizard.

This all culminates in the final titan and Sada/Turo tells us to take motobike lizard to the Paldean crator; also take Arven I guess. This incenses Arven who demands answers and Sada/Turo admit they cannot leave the crator and to go the lab. That doesn't soothe Arven but we go to the lab, where we're told now that Motorbike lizard is healthy again to come to the crator for all the answers; again Arven demands something substantial and is told no.

As we exit, Arven expresses his anger and his sadness and his confusion by informing us of the thing we kind of already knew; that he's the professor's kid. What we didn't know is that he lived in the research centers in the crator most of his childhood before (at least from his perspective) being sent away. The reason Mobasstif was so unwell and injured was Arven attempted to breach the crator some years ago and was almost done in by smaller versions of the titan pokemon. To prove he's strong enough now we battle (he has all the mon he found on the PoL Titan Pokemon battles + Mobasstif) they are all level 60-62 and they can hit like trucks. It's a strong battle and Arven feels confident in almost beating the player but they still need some muscle (this is where you finish Victory Road and Operation Starfall to get Nemona and Penny open to finish Path of Legends).

Your team gets to the crator and there will be future/savage forms of pokemon from top to bottom more or less. The coolest part of this are the research notes from Sada/Turo, the conversation cutscenes with Sada/Turo AI and the automated dialogue exchanges between research stations. We start with Arven having all his burning emotions boiling to the fore-front; making him come off as a giant dick and Nemona and Penny scold and make jabs at him until we get about halfway down and a savage/future pokemon comes at Penny and the reality sets in and both Nemona and Penny realise that Sada/Turo cared more about their research than Arven.

This is actually backed up by the research notes; which kind of slowly descend into aggressive intensity about acheiving paradise in the now. Noting about how they need more researchers in one lab, to pondering the idea of having two of themselves (leading to the creation of their AI counterparts) but the one that stood out to me was when they referenced the new researcher who was as smart as them; abandoning the project entirely and 'taking the boy too'.

And when we finally came to the Zero Lab; Arven doesn't get more than 3 lines of dialogue with Sada/Turo. It feels rushed, clunky and more importantly there's no closure, no admittance of fault or oversight.

Sada/Turo is a terrifyingly neglectful parent who left a robot who has no actual closure with Arven and then fucks off to the past/future and all Arven has is some bland passed over "Mommy/daddy love you; i'm fucking off now BYEEE!" Like that is literally the biggest exchange Arven and the ghost of his dead parent trapped in a machine have. "oh, they actually did love you." Followed by the AI malfunctioning as the Paradise Protection Protocol triggers and the AI just says at the end of the motorbike lizard vs motorbike lizard (which was the most anti-climatic fight ever, even besting Penny's battle). "The time machine will keep pulling future/savage pokemon through it and cannot be turned off. Only when I enter into the past/future, will it turn off." then just goes.

Arven then just spouts off about how his parent must have actually loved him or something; which just rings hollow considering they didn't actually talk, the AI just blurted two lines out at him and then bails forever.

I had thought what we would face at the Zero lab was that the professors had found a way to travel to and from the past/future, but their technology failed and needed us + motorbike lizard to save them. Because they missed Arven and the whole conclusion was gonna tie off all of the issues of Sada/Turo letting work consume their every waking moment to the point they referred to their child as 'The Boy' in their research notes rather than Arven.

... This Installment did a lot; and I think in the end, that scattered focus did more name to the game narratively more than anything else.

Tell me your thoughts on all of this, anyone who has played and finished ScarVio. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill about the storylines?

[scripttorture]

What would you expect from the public, including minors, when torturing someone in public is done, especially when it's a public spectacle and people actually come to watch. Is liking to watch torture a thing in this case? My story is a medieval/steampunk fantasy by the way.

Well Anon, this does still happen today. It happens in the country I grew up in and consider my home. So… my first suggestion is to throw out the implication that this is a weird historical thing the world doesn’t have to deal with any more. Because it is still very real. And if you get any kind of success with your story there’s a good chance some of your readers will have experience with this.

 It’s also significantly more complicated then ‘liking’ or ‘disliking’ so let’s unpack this a bit.

��I’ve never actually seen anyone maimed or executed. But as a kid of around 9-10 I knew kids my age who had. We used it as a sort of… pissing contest basically. Kids would brag about it to show how hard they were, in the same way we’d stuff chilis into our mouths and see who could last longest.

 It’s one of those bizarre kinds of ritualised self-harm that you end up performing in order to cope with awful things.

 Because witnessing this kind of stuff is harmful, to adults and children. It can leave people traumatised and displaying some of the symptoms I write about here.

 But, however old the characters, if they grew up somewhere where this is the norm then I absolutely guarantee they understand showing opposition is dangerous. They know their responses to these displays of brutality and power are used as a proxy for their loyalty and worthiness by the state.

 And boy if you are in any way outside the norm, if you are queer or the ‘wrong’ ethnic group or faith, then the pressure to conform here is so much more intense.

 I lived in Saudi, my home town is Dhahran. My parents are from opposite ends of Europe and they tried to raise me Christian. I still spent a lot of my teenage years unpacking stuff I’d absorbed about public executions, amputations, whippings etc.

 From the kids I knew growing up (anecdotal evidence no matter how empassioned) I’d say the ‘normal’ responses to witnessing this kind of state violence are varied. Kids would get nightmares, start showing signs of mild anxiety disorders or depression. They’d become moody, angry and generally unhappy. Which they’d sometimes take out on other people.

 But I can’t remember anyone ever explicitly linking it to what they witnessed. They’d try to hide this stuff. Some of them would double down on justifications for state violence (seemed pretty common.) They would, above all, deny there was a problem.

 Because admitting to mental illness made you ‘weak’ and admitting to doubts about state violence made you a ‘traitor’. Which is a pretty risky thing to label yourself (even by implication) when you live in a state that publicly mutilates and murders people. (Note the author’s bias as a committed pacifist may be showing.)

 As you may have noticed Anon, I still carry a significant amount of anger on this particular subject. This bottled vitriole is not directed at you or your story idea but at the states and politicians who make sure this brutality continues. It’s about the fact that I can remember a nine year old girl matter of factly talking about beheading at a birthday party.

 Stepping back from the personal side of things for a moment we know from studies of PTSD and trauma survivors generally that witnessing violence can lead to lasting psychological symptoms. Including PTSD.

 PTSD specifically is more likely when an individual is directly effected (ie physically hurt). But repeated exposure to traumatic events, including witnessing violence, makes the manifestation of long term symptoms more likely.

 So a character that has seen dozens of these attacks is more likely to develop a long term mental health problem then a character who has seen only one. Regardless of age.

 We can’t predict which individual symptoms an individual witness will develop or indeed when a witness might develop them. We just don’t know enough about how these things happen yet.

 Having said that, the possible symptoms for witnesses are pretty much identical to the possible symptoms for torture survivors (link above.) I’d advise against using chronic pain for witnesses unless you have a clear idea of an underlying cause; it seems (anecdotally) to be more common in people who directly experienced violence.

 If you decide to use insomnia there’s a masterpost on sleep deprivation here.

 For mental health problems like depression, anxiety etc remember there are physical symptoms as well as symptoms related to mood. Characters who are trying to deny they have a mental health problem might focus overly on physical symptoms. Depression can cause nausea, vomiting and tiredness/lack of energy which might be mistaken for disease. Anxiety can cause chest pain and shakes.

 Circling back let’s talk about some of the phrasing in this question for a moment. Because ‘choose to watch’ misunderstands the way states use these public displays of violence.

 Attendance and witnessing of public executions and torture is often enforced. Sometimes overtly and sometimes more tacitly. Because the point of these displays is to hammer home the power of the state. That doesn’t work if people can easily choose not to go.

 Here’s an example of what that overt and tacit enforcement looked like back home.

 Tacit enforcement came from the timing and placement of executions and amputations. They took place on weekends, when almost everyone was off work. They were carried out in major towns and cities, where the population density was higher. The venue was typically on a main thoroughfare close to important sites. Which ensured a high volume of people would be in the area when the execution took place, whether there was due to be an execution or not.

 So picture the town or city this is taking place in, in your story. When are the public holidays? Where are the markets? Where are the most popular religious venues? At what time will the most people be in these areas?

 All of that will tell you where an execution or public torture is likely to take place. Because if you set this shit up in eye sight of the place most people buy food, at the time when the most people are out, you get witnesses.

 Whether they want to be witnesses or not.

 Overt enforcement, on the low end of the scale, means having officials among the crowd pushing people towards the scaffold. At home this seemed to be targetted towards children and people who were judged as ‘other’. Different races to the majority, people who might have been read as a different religion, people who might have been read as queer etc.

 This is because the message is ‘This could be you.’

 I know practices in other countries have sometimes gone beyond this. Police or armed officials will sometimes go out and gather a crowd of witnesses by just… approaching people on the street and demanding they attend.

 This approach requires quite a bit of man power and is not practical or necessary in every setting. In most cases setting things up in the right place and time is enough to ensure a large number of witnesses.

 What I’m trying to illustrate here is that a lot of people will see this stuff without having made a conscious choice to do so.

 And making a conscious choice to see it… well it does say something about the character but not in the way you’re thinking.

 Because these displays are all about the power of the state. Witnessing them, responding to them is performance and it’s a performance of state loyalty. You can’t expect someone to give their true opinion on public displays of violence when criticism or voicing ‘dislike’ could lead to them being targets of violence.

 Basically if you’ve got characters going to see this stuff regularly then it’s worth asking why they feel the need to display their loyalty in this way. Sometimes it’s because they really really believe in the state. But often… they’re compensating for something.

 Wrapping up I think it’s important to note there’s often a difference between what people say about this stuff versus what they actually feel. And that’s because these things are explicitly political and explicitly about the power a state has over it’s subjects.

 The way individuals respond to these things in public and what they say about them in public effects how they are treated. Sometimes it comes with obvious legal sanctions. Even if it doesn’t… these displays are entirely about reminding people the state can kill them.

 And it doesn’t actually discourage crime or civil disobedience but it does create a climate of fear and hostility which permeates daily life.

 Think about why the state is insecure about their power. Think about how your characters live with that background radiation and whether it feeds into cultural ideas around things like martyrdom or nobility of suffering.

 Remember that there is a difference between public and private life. Existing in these kinds of brutal states often means having quite a sharp distinction between them. This can create very strong bonds to those the characters trust. It can also create a big difference between private and public personas.

 If you’re writing a world where public torture and executions are happening there’s more going on then just individual character’s reactions. You are saying something about the world, the ruling class and the politics of the area.

 Take the time make sure you know what you want to say.

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[lostmyshadesanon]

Happy Birthday @teyvat-writer !!!

From 🦊 Anon (guess not so anon anymore!!), but asks don't let you put the read more cut, and I wanted to tease you by posting this early and seeing if you can hold out till your birthday! Also if I don't do it now I WILL forget to write it. This is just the set up because I'm not in the mind space to write the p*rn part of this yet, and my mind won't really let me write pwp.

So Hydro!Archon!Male!Reader x Childe

Part 1 (Meetings)

NSFW-ish only a few lines are dirty.

You were unaware of what he would become.

You became aware of his existence the first time when he hovered between life and death drowning in the abyss, but fighting like a feral animal to survive. You thought it fitting to award him a part of your power compressed beautifully into a palm sized jewel to assist in his struggles. You were not so kind to help him directly, but hopefully this would do.

He faded in and out of your awareness over the years as you ruled over Fontaine. First his struggles as Ajax to escape the abyss, then Tartaglia to survive till adulthood, and finally Childe the harbinger. It grated slightly that one of your favored would work and worship under another archon, especially that conniving snow witch. But you were to busy to truly care ruling an empire and defending your gnosis was exhausting enough.

But maybe you should have paid closer attention to your favored as your favored paid attention to you.

First as Ajax singing worship and praise in the guise of tears and breathless thank yous for being granted the power to escape the abyss, then as Tartaglia through sweat and carefully burned food scraps for surviving another winter with his family, after all a vision holder who can summon fresh water is in high demand during the harsh summers of Schneznia, high enough to buy produce in the dead of winter, finally in blood as the 11th Fatui Harbinger, and careful maneuvering so that when her Majesty the Tsarista demanded your gnosis HE was the one sent to collect it.

He had done so much in your name to make it worth the favor you granted him that allowed him to see another day. Though he felt bad about stealing from his patron, he knew if it was any other harbinger you might not live through the removal of your gnosis.

You must be strong as you were an archon, the thought of a good fight sending a shiver down his spine, salvia flooding his mouth, and blood pooling in his groin, but you just looked so delicate. He just wanted to bend you over and break you on his cock, until nothing but drool could spill from your mouth, and his cum drip from your hole.

You were a tiny thing closer to the Balladeer in size or that wimpy wind archon Signora dealt with, but both individuals were forces to be reckoned with so Childe knew he had to be careful. These thoughts filtered through his head as he patiently waited in line to meet you at your palace, in the heart of Fontaine, for a "diplomatic" meeting with the Fatui.

Dark blues eyes, as deep and dangerous as the ocean depths, tracked the other Fatui members squeezing through the crowd and covertly setting up the talismans for a barrier seal. Once he entered the building it would be sealed off, the others thought it was in the case of a fight.

Childe's lips kicked up roughly bordering between friendly joy and bloodthirsty lust. He did hope you would put a fight but he couldn't wait till you would be spilling things other than blood. His name, his cum, or your own Childe wasn't picky.

Watching the last Fatui agent give the sign that the barrier was ready to go Childe couldn't help but give a true smile to the receptionist as he gave his name and reason for his appointment. Right on time.

You couldn't help but feel nostalgic as a familiar flash of ginger hair entered your courtroom. Your favored one had grown up well from the half feral boy you had granted a vision to. He had grown tall, taller than you, filled out with sleek muscles granting him the grace of a large predator, and most importantly he reeked of abyss and danger. As they saying goes if you gaze to long into the abyss it will gaze back into you as well. It truly was the abyss you stared into when gazing at the haunting depths of his eyes.

Granting him a smile much more intimate then with your normal subjects, you exchanged pleasantries. You offered a seat at the large conference table and you both sat down and started discussions on Fatui involvement and presence in Fontaine.

After formalizing many documents and going over contracts and trade you brought up an incident that might jeopardize the Fatui's presence in your city.

"Some of your men have been harassing the common people on multiple occasions. We have many signed witness statements of these events across Fontaine, and the people are demanding some sort of gesture from the Fatui as compensation." You sigh deeply after making the statement, and passing your favored a stack of said statements.

Childe wasn't really surprised he HAD told his subordinates to make a bit of trouble just in case he needed a reason to set up more meetings with you in an effort to retrieve your gnosis, and claim dominion over you. His thoughts slowed for a moment before a sly grin split his face, and a delightful thought entered his mind.

The sly smile turned playful as he careful tilted his head and batted his eyes. "A gesture such as a harbinger willingly submitting to their city's archon?"

Mischief brought a light to his eyes as your own carefully studied his body. You had remarked on his physique earlier but now skimming over the bulging but slim muscles and flashes of pale skin revealed by his dress uniform you felt heat build in your stomach and your mouth drying. "Yes." you rasped before coughing lightly and continuing, "Yes, a show of willing submission from such a high ranking member to their city's archon would be a good enough gesture."

Childe carefully tucked his growing fangs away behind his lips making sure his smile didn't slip and become more lustful at your agreement. He had been able to brush off and ignore his own arousal throughout the meeting only feeling twinges as he stared at your soft lips or beautiful eyes, come roaring back at the rasp in your voice and the answering hunger in your eyes.

Childe carefully leaned back head tilted cockily. "Well if you don't have any other appointments, and we send our people away with these important documents, we can get started on that "show of willing submission"." Childe tilted his chair back before spreading his hands out.

"Unless you enjoy an audience." Blue eyes carefully trace over your form showing the hunger inside them. "I know I wouldn't mind."

He watched a blush crawl up your neck, though your face remained mostly empassive though your eyes revealed your desire, before you sent your servants and his agents away. Seeing a carefully hidden hand gesture Childe knew the barrier would go up as soon as they left the room and knocked out all your guards.

Childe's chair hit the ground with a resounding clack. He smiled, Check mate.

*****

Don't worry they're be a part 2 with the p*rn I'm just not in the right headspace for that yet.

Happy Birthday 🎉🎈🎉🎈 again @teyvat-writer

[shinjukuspiritcommittee]

Health and Sports Day- 3

Health and Sports

3

Finally... after so long of waiting the day finally came. The field day you've seen plenty of friends clamoring about online. Your Yoyogi friends seemed especially excited to pit their talents against other students from other schools and other friends have been openly expressing whether or not if they'll be in attendance. The night prior you fantasized about the day since you've never been to one. All the excitement kept you up a bit longer that night and you spent time speaking with Salomon over all the possibilities that could happen. Although something unusual crossed your mind- for some reason you hoped to see that girl from the other day again. Your commute over you fussed over why someone would want to run away from you. You weren't trying to come off as threatening nor as anything malicious. So then why...? The train announced your stop which broke you out of your thoughts and your heart began racing. This was it. You were about to step foot onto Yoyogi Academy's fields and take part in your first ever field day. As if on cue Salomon came out and began saying "Master you seem pretty excited for today~." You told Sal while you couldn't wait to get out there you also told him that girl from the other day was on your mind. Your familiar gave you a bit of a cheeky look, "Master are you daydreaming again?" You told Sal it wasn't like that before he pressed his teasing even more. "I see. So master likes them flighty and mysterious~. I guess I better try to play hard to get myself..." You bopped your familiar on the head and he whined about it. He made a comment about needing a tactical retreat before you could scold him and Sal went right back into his personal space. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics and finally stood up in preperation for your stop. Once off the transit you practically booked it towards Yoyogi Academy. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk and needless to say you were in awe once you arrived. Flags had been hung all across the schoolyard and a welcome banner was across the school wall. Inside was like it's own sort of mini culture festival with plenty of the students already there at their own little desks and stands mingling with other students from other schools. Some of which you immediately recognized like those from the santa school and some of which stood out to you despite not meeting with them formally like a rather timid lion asking around for something to a white tiger off to the side and casually speaking with one of the upperclassmen, Yasuyori. Regardless there was so much going on you didn't even know where to start. A bit lost you wanted to ask Yasuyori for advice but someone grabbed you from behind and pulled you into an empassioned headlock. "You made it!" Ashigara declared boisterously. "And not a moment too soon either!" You laughed a bit as Ashigara ruffled your hair. Once he let you go you told him you've never been to a Field Day before and wanted to know what it was all about. Your bear senior reeled back in shock. "YOU of all people!? You go to everything!" You tried to deny that remark. Sure you were involved with a lot but it wasn't every little thing. Ashigara laughed. "Don't worry. I'm just busting your chops! I'm sure everyone else will be happy to see you." "It's a relief to see you in a good mood considering you just got out of the infirmary. Again." Yasuyori sighed as he joined up with you. You greeted him happily and asked about that tiger Therian he was with. "Oh, you saw that? He... He and I go a ways back. I was just trying to convince him to stay, but duty calls elsewhere I guess." You made the point he at least came out of his way to stop by at least. Yasuyori nodded. "That's right. I guess I'm just a bit disappointed I couldn't introduce him proper." "Pheh, who needs em?" Ashigara smirked. "You've got the best partner right here." "You mean...?" Yasuyori pointed towards you which stunned his classmate. "If you've got energy to crack jokes like that then you've got plenty of energy to throwdown right now!" "...You can't be serious." You and Yasuyori said in unison. "C'mon! I need a good warm up." Ashigara said. It didn't look like he was joking... "Hold it right there mister." A girl's voice called out as Durga, Gunzo, Kyuma and that girl from the other day were all quickly making their way over. It seems like the girl from the other day had called out to him and wasn't very happy with him. "This is your third time out of the infirmary this week. You don't want to make it a fourth do you?" "Also don't forget who had to clean up your mess!" Durga joined in with irritation. "W-well yeah, but-" "And don't forget what you promised Mr. Arima." Kyuma added. "What's everyone ganging up on me for!?" The bear cried out in aggrevation. "I'm fine see!?" "That's great and all, but..." Gunzo chimed in. "You may wanna save it for the actual events. The competition's looking pretty stiff this year." He looked around the group forming and spotted you among the crowd. "Hey, what's up?" Gunzo waved with glee but when the girl noticed you she looked away. Her attention shifting to Durga. "Durga, won't you come with me to check and see if they need any more help in the infirmary?" "Ah no need for that, Yui." Kyuma said. "I checked by a little while ago and Mr. Arima said he and Instructor Avarga brought everything they needed for the tent. All they're waiting on now is their volunteers to show up." So her name's Yui... You could see the girl named Yui flash Kyuma a look before stammering. "O-Oh is that so?" She seemed incredibly nervous and you asked her if anything was wrong. "N-No. Nothing's wrong." "Yeah, now that you mention it..." Durga pondered. "You've been uppity all day. What's with you?" Yui looked at her classmates now all staring back at her and she became immediately flushed. "Nothing's wrong...! Honest." She sighed as all eyes were now on her in concern. "Okay okay... in truth..." She cleared her throat and looked you directly in the eyes. "I've fallen in love with you." The looks of concern were immediately replaced with looks of shock and abstract terror at her confession.

[dballzposting]

Nooo it's true . Vegetas fashion isnt really how I make it out to be

For example it is engrained in my heart that hes got a FIERCE streak and if he really let loose hed wear BOLD colors and BLOCKY shapes, like those Vegeta tit tueaday pics, short BLUE dresses and just BLACK shoes and WHITE gloves. The contrast between these blocks of flat color is VITAL, his exposed/defined form is FIERCE .

BUT . I mean. You look at him at the end of Z and you look at him in GT and they dont seem too different, like you cant really see what I pedal transpiring in between.

He wears tan and black, tight-fitting shirts, and especially in GT he dresses like hes going to a gay bar. WHICH IS BEYOND PHENOMENAL. But it's not what I'm always on about is it

Hmmmmm. Well I defintiely think that Vegeta Tit Tueaday was done and over with by GT . But Fierce Fashion Friday is ONGOING. He's still very clearly trying to find himself fashion-wise in GT. It's a neverending journey... to be the fiercest in all the lands....

I never really made a post explaining tit tueaday bc WHO WOULD HAVE TIME TO READ SOMETHING THAT LONG and becasue I wouldnt know how to organize my thoughts on it . But I can tell you that it has it's own role in the ongoing Fierce Fashion era, and Fierce Fashion is entirely about self-expression .

Bulma would try to give him advice and steer him more toward something "presentable" and she'd try to "make it work" but the whole point of Fierce Fashion Friday and Vegeta Tit Tuesday is that IT ALREADY WORKS - out of virtue of the fact that IT DOES NOT FOLLOW ANY GUIDELINES. It is purely the empassioned whims of a neophyte, it works bc it looks good and feels right.

Honestly the whole scenario is a bit relatable which it probably why it means so much to me. I too am a neophyte with a love of fierceness, and I have no idea wtf that even means outside of the context of what I think I know. VEGETA IS THE SAME WAY and that's the POINT .. he is prince Vegeta and he knows Enough to dress like the fierce prince he is .

Why do you think he got those boobs installed... a prince ought to have the biggest boldest boobs around .. you can chuckle if you want but I mean this 100% respectfully.... this is about a budding sense of beauty and a need to express the self, and though that may recquire an audience to perceive it from time to time, it is NOT about FOLLOWING any "STANDARDS" that are outside of the self .

Ok that's my rant. I really ought to watch GT bc I really want to see how Vegeta dresses