#this was a very good and entertaining read!!!

[mlobsters]

zillow has a nice page over the expected costs of selling your home and details out where you might be. having to sell within a few years is pretty much always going to be risky. and you do not have to put down 20%—or even my guess is common to.

via forbes

you just will pay an extra monthly fee for PMI (private mortgage insurance, protects lender against your increased risk) until you reach 20% equity in the home.

the sum up zillow's cost of selling (there's more details in the page) of a house that was purchased for 362k with 10% down (aka 36200) and the owners are selling 5 years later. it has an assumption of a hefty property value increase which is based on how things have flown up in the past few years, but even if we say value did not increase and we're selling for the purchase price, 6% of 362,000 is 21,720 which is close to their estimate of how much equity you had gained in 5 years of payments, so we're still getting the down payment back. and i'd argue in the hypothetical above where they're getting only 35-40k back is not dire penny pinching rent situation. it would royally suck to lose some of the down payment in the deal, but again you don't have to put that much down, it's just avoiding PMI to do 20%. and that ignores having increased any equity from making payments. it may not be much in a couple years, but it is something. and sometimes the best decision is to rent for a while to let the market get back to the real world.

(valuation numbers i'm quoting below are from zillow)

also, just don't buy when the market is like this if at all possible. check the price history. you're way less likely to end upside down on your mortgage due to bullshit property value inflation and the inevitable crash if you buy when it's more stable and not in the middle of a huge jump like this. house prices right now are *ridiculous*. the median average quoted above of $415,000 in 2025 -> it was $327,000 in Q4 2019. it rocketed up 100k in a very short span of time.

the first house i bought in miami in 2003 for 192k was before the market boomed out of control and and everything crashed ugly. i moved out because of divorce in 2008, was bought out by the other person on the mortgage (he gave me $10k to buy me out, which is what i brought to the table for a down payment when we bought it) so legally i wasn't on the hook for it, he eventually did sell it for a small loss (180k in 2010).

that house right now is valued at 651k on zillow.

it's in the ass end of southwest miami metro area so that's alone a 45 minute commute of stop and go just to get the middle of miami where a lot of the jobs are (and further north). before the market started spiking after 2020, it was firmly in the mid-300k range.

the house we bought in minnesota in 2013 for 225k and sold in 2017 for 257k is now valued at 404k. at least that one is in a more central location between minneapolis and st paul, but it was an older home and needed a lot of updates.

and the house here in connecticut, bought for 322k in 2017, showing valued at 561k. it is absurd. it was level at the 330s until 2020 and then started climbing. and the property tax here? we pay more into escrow for that than we do principal and interest. it's a hundred shy of $11,000 this year. just on property tax! and we're not in a "good" (read rich and white) school district (but we actually do have great schools who have been amazing working with our kids). the tax was around 9500/year when we bought it, so it's gone up about 1500/year in the past 8 years.

also as ever, if you want to watch a good movie (not documentary) about the subprime mortgage crisis, def recommend the big short. it makes a pretty dry, dense topic and makes it clear and entertaining (and infuriating).

both my parents died young (at 49 and 60, respectively) so my brother and i inherited their retirement money essentially, along with some other assets, and that's generational wealth. that is what made buying this house with a 15 year mortgage much more feasible. i wish we could have bought something smaller and cheaper, but with 3 kids we wanted 4 bedrooms (joke's on us because for the past year plus, all 3 have been sleeping in the same room) and there just weren't a lot of options in our price range. but there's no way in hell this house is worth what it's valued at right now. just like retirement accounts during market crashes, just gotta ride it out.

a home purchase is a massive commitment and it is definitely important to know all of what's involved before you do it. and it's absolutely going to be a large factor in a lot of your decisions going forward.

Actually I have a post I want to make about Property Value.

Which is a topic that comes up a lot in discussions of rich people hoarding wealth, in NIMBY panics, and in the ever-increasing prices of homes. But I don't think we talk much about how the perniciousness of property value goes deeper and basically holds middle class people who own a home hostage.

So the set some context here: in 2025 the median US home sold for $416,000. Say you have a working class family who can't meet median, but who scraped and saved and penny-pinched their way to a $300,000 home.

Typically, when buying a first home, you pay 20% down directly, and take 80% out as a mortgage from the bank. For this family, that means $60,000 of their liquid money (and let's say it took them 10-15 years to save that amount), and a $240,000 loan from the bank.

That's $240,000 in debt the family is. Which will be repaid over 30 years, with interest, at a rate that usually means for the lifetime of the loan, they end up paying back double the original loan.

However this massive $240,000 debt is generally considered "okay" debt to have, because it's backed by the house. If things go truly sour, the bank can take the house (and what's a little homelessness between friends).

That $60,000 the family put down is considered equity, and equity is money you "have", but isn't accessible.

Scenario: Now let's say something happens. Someone in the family loses their job, and the only job they can find requires moving. Or a family member across the country can't care for themselves anymore and so this family needs to move to be closer to them. The family gets divorced. Someone in the family is allergic to material in the home. Someone in the family is being stalked or abused and needs to leave the town. Anything at all, which would require selling the home and moving.

Case 1: The family is able to sell it for exactly what they paid (same property value, no increase or decrease). You would think the math is clean. They are paid $300,000 for the house. $240,000 repays the bank loan. The remaining $60,000 of equity goes right back to them. And they can use it (which took 10+ years to save up) to move across the country and buy a different $300,000 house.

Except no, it does not work like that.

The seller of a home is on the hook to pay commission to their realtor and the buyer's realtor. This is usually ~6% of the home value. They have to pay legal costs. There are taxes. There are miscellaneous costs. It can easily be 6-9% of the selling price of the house.

The bank NEEDS its $240,000 back. So those costs come from the equity. This family is not getting their $60,000 back. They're getting $30,000-$45,000, and now no longer enough money for a downpayment in their move. They're back to renting. Back to penny pinching. They can get by, but homeownership is now out of their grasp once more. Maybe in another 5 years, they'll have enough (unless home prices have increased too much by then) then they'll maybe never be homeowners again.

Case 2: The property value has DECREASED... Family is only getting offers in the $260,000 range.

If the family accepts a $260,000 sale, well $240,000 goes to the bank. This is genuinely non-negotiable. And that leaves.... maybe not enough money to even close on the house. Not enough to pay the realtors and the fees.

That $60,000 is wiped out, and the family is incapable of moving. Never mind losing 10+ years of savings--they're below $0. They don't have the money to close. It's financially impossible to sell. They are stuck with the mortgage. They are stuck with the house. (Maybe they'll rent it, if they can. And now they're landlords by circumstance, which is often NOT profitable when you're not a trust fund baby renting out a totally-paid-for no-mortgage home.) But whatever the case, they cannot sell it. And if the reason for selling was a job loss... well, they can be homeless soon. And if the property value dropped below $240,000, they can be homeless AND owe a bank debt. A $60,000 nest egg wiped completely out, with a bank debt owed on top of that.

So how do people avoid financial destitution when moving?

The most sensible answer is building up equity by paying down the loan--but it's important to know that mortgages are super interest heavy in the early life of the loan. With a 5% interest rate (BETTER, btw, than current rates) this family would be paying $15,460 the first year, and only $3,540.88 is actually chipping at that $240,000 principle. The other $11,919.59 was pure interest to the bank.

So after 1 year, the family went from having $60,000 equity in the house to $63,540.88 equity in the house. This buys a little extra wiggle room when juggling closing costs. But not very much. Even after 3 years, the family has just a little over $70,000 of equity, and just under $230,000 still left on the loan. So if the family has to move for any reason (sickness! death! job loss!) in those 3 years, it's probably financially devastating.

But there is a second answer to avoiding financial ruin: and that is Property Value going up.

Any amount of property value increase is PURE equity. The bank only cares about the amount of money is gave you. If after 3 years, that house is now worth (and can sell for) $315,000 (which is appreciation of only 1.6% a year. Most home appreciation is closer to 3%), that's more equity increase than they got from 36 diligent months of mortgage payment.

If they can sell for $315,000, pay $230,000 of that to the bank, that leaves $85,000. $25,000 goes to paying the realtors and the closing costs and.... the family is back to their $60,000 downpayment. Not trapped. Able to sell. Able to buy a new $300,000 home in the place they moved. Able to just maintain homeownership status.

But wait, if their home appreciated to $315,000, didn't all the other homes do the same, so now $60,000 isn't enough

Smart eye, lad! You've identified why this is a TERRIBLE rat race for the people scraping money together to live, and is ONLY a profitable leisure activity for rich people who sell homes like collectables.

Now because the increase is pure equity, a similar family with decent property value increase can funnel that extra equity into affording to meet the new higher down payment (remember the downpayment is only 20%, so even if the new place is similarly higher in property value, you only need to match that increase 20% for the downpayment). Which gets their foot in the door. But now their new mortgage is higher than the old one. More expensive. More interest.

But there is a losing scenario here--if home property values increased everywhere else, but not where you live. Then this family is back to surrendering homeownership. Because even if they can sell their place, they can't buy the next home.

It forces them to care about their own Property Value increase because, if it doesn't increase while everywhere else does, it traps them.

So what do I mean by all this

If the value of all homes dropped 50% overnight, I assume most people here would celebrate. Affordable homes! Rich people upset and crying! So much to love.

But in reality, that 50% drop would likely continue to mean no home for most of us, because the people who could sell you the homes would be financially incapable.

For the family above with the $240,000 mortgage, that mortgage does not reach halfway-paid-off until year 20 of the 30 year mortgage (remember the interest frontloading). If a family still owes $230,000 in bank loans on a place that can only sell for $150,000, they can't sell it to you. That house is the bank's collateral securing the loan. Their mortgage is underwater. They're trapped. They cannot sell it. You cannot have it.

Something similar happened in the 2008 subprime mortgage crisis, and the only people who got out okay were ones who could stay the course, keep making the mortgage payments, and wait it out long enough for property value to recover.

Those who couldn't got foreclosed on. Those who couldn't were left in financial devastation.

So in conclusion?

Banks profit off of mortgages. Rich people profit off of hoarding housing stock and selling it as the property value increases. Real estate companies profit off of home sales. And the regular people, who managed to achieve home ownership, are shackled to the price-go-up system to avoid financial ruin. They're forced to care about their property value because it is the singular determinant of whether they're trapped in place, whether they'll be okay if they lose their job, whether they could move due to an important life event.

It's a profit system for the rich where the cogs are middle class people who could achieve homeownership, running a machine where every single crank locks the poorer and younger generations out of home ownership forever.

[purinbunnii]

SFW Headcanons

1. Unapologetic Flirt

Rafayel doesn’t just flirt — he performs. Every wink, every low-voiced compliment is calculated to make you blush. But it’s never hollow — his eyes always linger like he’s memorizing you.

“Is it my fault you look so good when you’re annoyed with me?”

Example: You’re irritated after a late meeting, pacing and venting. He lounges nearby, watching you like you’re the best show on Earth. “Keep going,” he says, grinning. “You’re even hotter when you’re furious.”

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2. Deep Emotional Awareness

For all his teasing, Rafayel sees people. Especially you. He catches on to every shift in your voice, every flicker of doubt — and his charm quiets into something much more honest.

“You don’t have to be strong for me. I like you just the way you are — tired, messy, all of it.”

Example: After a particularly rough mission, you try to shake it off. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, no jokes this time. “You gave too much of yourself again, didn’t you?”

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3. Possessive in Private

He’s all smooth smiles in public — but behind closed doors, he’s very clear: you’re his. He doesn’t need to shout it. A hand on your back, a heated look — it’s all there.

“I don’t mind sharing your time… but not your attention.”

Example: Someone flirts with you during a briefing. Later, Rafayel pulls you aside with a lazy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t know we were entertaining guests.”

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4. Affection Through Touch

He’s constantly touching you — a guiding hand at your waist, fingers ghosting along your wrist, lips pressed just behind your ear for no reason at all.

“You calm me down, you know that? Just… being near you.”

Example: You’re falling asleep on the ship lounge couch. He walks by, sees you, and without a word, tucks his jacket over you and kisses your forehead.

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5. Romantic Mischief

Expect sudden candle-lit dinners in the engine room or love notes hacked into the mission logs. Rafayel doesn’t do boring when it comes to love.

“Routine kills passion. Lucky for you, I’m a professional at keeping things interesting.”

Example: You wake up to soft music and a projection of a sunrise on the ceiling. He’s sitting beside you with breakfast. “Rise and shine, my favorite view.”

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NSFW Headcanons (18+)

1. Slow and Calculated

Rafayel takes his time. He studies you like he’s solving an equation — every gasp, twitch, and moan filed away so he can draw it out longer next time. Control turns him on.

“I want to see how long I can keep you right here… just like this.”

Example: You’re already trembling beneath him, but he doesn’t rush. His hands glide lower, mouth dragging slowly across your skin. “No hurry. We’ve got all night.”

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2. Low, Dirty Talk

His voice drops in bed — deep, dark velvet. He murmurs against your throat, telling you exactly how good you feel, how wrecked you look, how much he wants you.

“You should hear yourself. Do you even know how beautiful you sound when you break for me?”

Example: You’re breathless, fingers gripping the sheets, and his lips are by your ear, voice steady and reverent as he rocks into you. “Take me in. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

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3. Loves Control — But Gives Just Enough

He likes to lead — pressing you down, holding your wrists, deciding when you come — but only after reading you, ensuring it’s what you crave too.

“You want me to take over? Then say it. I need to hear it.”

Example: He pins you against the wall, but waits. His hand rests at your throat gently, and his gaze darkens. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks. When you nod, he smiles — slow, devastating — and finally takes.

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4. Praise Over Degradation

Rafayel might tease in everyday life, but in bed? He’s reverent. He wants you to feel like the center of the universe — every kiss, every thrust layered with worship.

“You’re perfect like this. Under me, around me, for me.”

Example: You reach your peak with a cry, and instead of laughing or cocky remarks, he whispers, “That’s it. Just like that. You’re stunning when you let go.”

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5. Intentional Aftercare

After everything, he’s soft. Wipes you down with warm cloths, brings you water, spoons you close. He stays awake just to watch your breath steady.

“Don’t move yet. Let me take care of you.”

Example: You doze off in his arms, skin still flushed. He brushes hair from your face, kisses your temple, and mutters, “You’re too good for me, cutie. I’ll keep proving I’m worth it.”

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Moondir - 01

Pairing | moondir!OT7 x human!Reader

Word Count | 5,6k

Warnings | +18, angst, dirty and crude language, references to mass extermination, MC is forced to have a gynecological examination, discomfort and humiliation, references to future forced impregnation practices, MC is evaluated as if she were an animal, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is dark and yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | The Moondir, born of the Moon Goddess' love for a wolf, were persecuted and enslaved by humans for merely existing. Moondirian women have been captured and killed in the most heinous ways, men have instead been forced to do dangerous work in place of the humans themselves, and after more than a century, this has virtually brought their race to the brink of extinction. A group of Moondirian rebels have succeeded in their quest to regain their freedom, and not without the use of the crudest violence. Their females are now gone, and it will be human women who will help them repopulate the world.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! 🥰 Here I am back with the story I had announced a few days ago, it will be divided into chapters, be sure to always read the warnings in each chapter! I'm very excited because I've been thinking about this storyline for a while and I really hope to do a good job 🤧 Let me know what you think, I love you ❤️

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Is it really so strange for you to find yourself at the feet of the man who swore to destroy your family?

Although your brother has downplayed his words over the years, you have now had the confirmation you so feared. Min Yoongi meant what he said and came back to end your existence, dressing as the icy captain of his team.

“I see you're all right,” he murmurs with a smile that does not reach his feline eyes, devoid of any human warmth. He looks down at you, imposing his presence on you, and you find yourself forced to bite your tongue not to answer him curtly. But, in fact, your silence only seems to provoke him.

One step forward from him and you find your chin clenched between two cold, ungentlemanly fingers, “I don't like this look, Y/N... I've always told you that sooner or later I'd wipe it off this pretty face,” his hot breath brushes your face, making you shiver. Mint and tobacco. A typical male smell that he didn't have the first time you met him.

You still don't respond to him, though you can't help but notice how much he has changed. The thin, shadowy young man like a ghost is gone; in his place is a hard, unreadable man. His high-quality jacket sparkles with prestigious medals and accolades, his tight pants highlight the sinuous lines of his athletic legs, and his solid leather boots shake the floor with every imposing step he takes.

You in comparison are just a little mouse who should beg that man.

“Will you die quietly, Y/N?” a question asked in a distant, mean tone. As if he hasn't known you for a lifetime.

You tighten your lips, releasing yourself from his grip angrily before spitting a stream of saliva straight into his face. Some soldiers remain impassive, others widen their eyes, stunned by your audacity or perhaps your death wish, but Yoongi remains perfectly calm and, with one hand wrapped in a dark glove, picks up the trail of saliva slowly creeping down his snow-white cheek.

“Interesting... proud to the end,” he murmurs with an amused grin, his eyes twinkling with interest as they return to scratch your fragile skin, “Yes... pride is a trait I've always detested about you,” he admits, using the same hand with which he picked up your saliva to nod to his men. Suddenly two of them grab you by the arms impetuously, holding you down for their captain.

Your heart speeds up and you can feel the dull thump pushing against your eardrums. A shameful fear grips your stomach as you see him approach further. He slowly kneels in front of you once more to whisper in your ear, undisturbed.

“The women of my race were just like you; beautiful, proud and fierce,” he begins, using a tone so sweet it makes you shiver.

His race. Moondir.

Neither beasts nor humans. Born from the union of the Moon Goddess with one of her strongest wolves.

Creatures born specifically to strike terror among the humans, great enemies of the Goddess, who, however, sought and found a way to enslave the Moondirians and succeeded. But after a century of mistreatment and starvation, the Moondirians have managed to rebel against the dictatorship, saying no more to those chains made of abuse and suffering, succeeding in setting up a rebel group worthy of opposing human power.

Now they have taken control of every country and rule with ferocity, taking revenge not only for the mistreatment they suffered but also for the extinction of their women.

The Moondirians have been forbidden to procreate, and to be safe, every female of their species has been killed.

Guilt compresses your chest when you think that none of those women were given a dignified or quick death, even more so when you remember that your father and brother willingly took part in that carnage.

Yoongi squares you with a new ferocity in his gaze, “Can someone remind me what human practice was when one of our women was captured?”

A faint frantic murmur rises from the soldiers, observing you in turn with disgust.

Another man approaches you, with a cadenced, light step; he is as tall as Yoongi and wears, along with the typical uniform, a stiff, black cap with silver embroidery that lets you know he is a lieutenant. His plump, soft lips are tight in a severe, irritated line, distorting his real beauty.

“When a Moondir woman was captured, they would rob her of all her possessions, proceed with forced undressing, and after a whole series of shameful abuses designed only to humiliate her, they would end the practice with a bullet in the head, if they felt generous enough that day to let her die right away.”

Yoongi nods in his colleague's direction, “What do you want me to do in this case, Jimin?”

Your heart leaps into your throat, peering into this man's furious amber eyes you can already get a taste of what will happen to you. But why is Yoongi leaving the choice to someone else?

“We are not inferior to humans, we should show them that we are capable of worse,” he barely manages to hold back a snarl that makes your skin crawl.

You will die. Like your brother, like your father, like your mother. There is no way they will leave you alive, and perhaps that is the best thing that could happen to save at least some of your dignity.

The Moondirian - Jimin - finally turns to his superior, “But without killing her of course, we need her.”

Suddenly the world comes crashing down on you. What does he mean by “we need her”?

Yoongi's icy bearing begins to chill even your bones, his satisfied grin makes you nauseous.

“What are you going to do?” opening your mouth to give breath to your fears costs you quite a bit of effort, the acid in your stomach begins to churn, clamoring to rise back up into your esophagus.

“We have no more women, Y/N,” he says softly, “You will be one of the many other humans who will help us become what we once were, which is a great and powerful people.”

Some sneer among the soldiers, others turn away to let Jimin, who no longer seems interested in your fate, pass by.

“Will you kill men and use women to bring others of your kind into the world?” at your choked question, Yoongi returns closer.

“Have you regained the use of speech, darling?” you shush immediately, shuddering at the feel of his palm brushing your face, “That's it, good girl,” he murmurs before moving closer to your ear again, “We've already killed most of the men, we'll kill the others we flush out of their shit holes, and as for the women... we're already having a great time fucking them like whores.”

A knot in your throat prevents you from swallowing the tears you are trying so bitterly to hold back, “You're a bastard,” you hiss in his direction, making him burst out laughing.

“And you will soon be a whore with your thighs open and your lap always full of cum, just like all the others.”

Your stomach churns with disgust and you eventually vomit, even putting your soul back in.

Contrary to what Yoongi said, you are not thrown into a cell to suffer the pains of hell, at least not right away.

You are forcibly yanked out of your home by a pair of snarling soldiers, you turn to gaze with tears in your eyes at those old walls that saw you come into the world and grow up. You have nothing left in there now. Your family was never rich, what your father and brother did was for the good of all, but you cannot deny the satisfaction in their faces every time they completed a mission.

The punishment for their sins affected you, too, because you grew up on money made from the skin of many other people.

“Get in, woman,” a soldier rudely shoves you into a military truck, you are practically surrounded by men more like beasts, and a ridiculous squeak escapes your lips as a disgusting taste makes you curl them, it was not a good idea to vomit.

You observe their uniforms and the weapons they hold against their well-placed bodies. You recognize everything, even the men in your family wore those uniforms, the Moondirians took and looted, now possessing what once belonged to humans.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, trying not to let your voice tremble, and almost no one pays attention to you. Only one turns toward you, reserving a wicked grin.

“Trust me, human,” he chuckles, “You don't want to know.”

Discouragement assails you and you pay attention to the night landscape you see out the window, or at least what allows you to see the large bulk of the soldier standing in front of you with crossed arms.

“Don't ask too many questions,” he grunts, nailing you with an ugly glare, “The stench of your fear is making me nauseous.”

If possible, those words agitate you more; your father had told you about this ability of theirs, but you never really believed it. Other than Yoongi, you never saw a Moondirian in your life, and Yoongi was anything but sociable. He worked in your father's place, and as absurd as it sounds, even the poorest family was entitled to own at least one Moondir wolf. It was just one more way to humiliate them, but you child could hardly have known that. To you he was simply a sullen boy of few words, someone your brother had taught you to ignore for everyone's sake.

When Yoongi managed to escape, your brother and father-although concerned- scoffed at his words of vengeance, words that stuck with you for a good ten years, more than enough time for the Moondirians to create riots, revolts, murders and conquer all there was to conquer.

Mankind, from the height of its arrogance, believed it had everything under control, until little by little the throats of all the most important Leaders were cut, throwing the world into a black crisis from which it was then impossible to recover.

“Hey, human,” grunted another, “We're here, come on down.”

With trembling legs, you are dragged listlessly inside an old building that you recognize as a long unused hospital, inside-despite the long years of neglect-there is still the pungent smell of disinfectant and the neon lights work quite well. Inside, it has been kept clean and tidy, although employees at the front desk are missing and the main entrance is virtually deserted except for a few soldiers posted on guard duty.

The firm grip on your arm is painful, but you dare not say anything to the wolf who is escorting you. Rather you are terrified, wandering with spirited eyes from corridor to corridor, watching the hospital signs without really seeing them. You hate hospitals, you hate everything about them, and you don't understand why they brought you here.

A desperate wail escapes your lips as the wolf stops in front of a metal door with an opaque glass porthole.

"Straighten your feet, you fool! You look like a damn-"

“Hold your tongue, soldier,” the metal door slowly swings open, two blue eyes rimmed with long, thick lashes stab at you from all sides, while in response that soldier stiffens, “We need cooperation, if you treat her that way you will make my job more complicated.”

The man who opened the door is continuing to talk to the wolf at your side, but he does not look away from yours, he is firm and stern, making you petrify on the spot.

It is not just embarrassment or fear what you feel, it is something more visceral, a disarming awareness. Those blue eyes are laden with promises the man has every intention of keeping, a threat whispered gently, your heart beating so hard and so fast you don't question that he is listening with rapt attention.

Then, as if your gazes hadn't just nailed each other, he waves you in.

You try to put one foot in front of the other, aware that you have no escape route in that place, and when the soldier begins to follow you as well, a low growl of warning makes the hair on your neck stand up. But the warning is not for you, it is for that wolf who instantly freezes.

You don't know who this man is, but he must be someone with a lot of power, because up until a few moments ago that soldier was playing up, while now he looks more like a dog on a leash.

Making yourself as small as you can, you walk uncomfortably into the medium-sized room, eyeing the clean linoleum floor, then the light green walls with a few medical posters posted, finally the desk filled with papers and files locked in large binders.

“Have a seat,” the man says, pointing to an examination couch that makes you shudder. You search your eyes for medical instruments such as needles, gauze and who knows what else, but beyond the smell of disinfectant you see nothing else.

As if he has read your mind, the man gives you a sarcastic smile and it is as if a veil is lifted from your eyes, making you see past his blue ones. The first thing that strikes you are the full lips bent in that mischievous smile, the shape of the cupid's bow is enchanting, and smooth black hair manages to graze the base of his neck, while his bangs almost cover the well-defined line of his elegant eyebrows.

“Do you fear medical equipment?”

You tighten your lips at that blatant tease, feeling mixed emotions. You can't even remember the last time you've been to a doctor; you don't even know if this man is one.

“Are you a doctor?” you ask abruptly, almost as an accusation.

“Sort of, yes - not the way you humans understand it, though,” he replies with a shrug, shrugging off the partition to pull out a wheeled cart where medical tools are stored. You pale when you notice a speculum.

You take a quick step backward, toward the door, with every intention of escaping, and the man quickly turns to stare at you with slightly dilated pupils, no need for him to growl to freeze you once more where you are, “No risky moves, human,” he warns you in a deeper voice, “I'm still a wolf,” he hisses, gritting his teeth hard. Then you see it, a deep scar around his neck, which only moments before was covered by the tips of his hair and the collar of his lab coat.

“I don't want to be touched by you,” you murmur, terrified. You've always refused to face a gynecological examination, but you know what a speculum is for and you're uncomfortable with even the thought of him...!

You shake your head, but the man is not intimidated by your statement.

“It's going to happen what needs to happen, girl,” he replies, disinfecting his hands and putting on sterile gloves, “Now lie down on the table, after the examination we'll talk a bit so I can register you in the system.”

You didn't understand half a word he just told you, but his voice is enough to convince you not to take any steps.

The man snorts slightly, bowing his head and squinting his unusually blue-colored eyes.

“You should listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you... I'll probably also be the only man who will touch you gently enough not to make you cry” his words hit you like a violent slap, a knot tightens your throat and suddenly your eyes fill with tears.

“I didn't do anything wrong, I don't deserve such treatment,” you murmur swallowing the pain, the man stares at you with an impassive expression.

“Many of us have said the same thing, yet humans still played God by hunting us down, killing us and enslaving us” his harsh words make you realize that he will not listen to you, he may speak to you with an unusual calm, but the hatred is always there, ready to burn you, making you guilty of actions you never committed. Violence only breeds more violence.

“What will really happen to me?” you ask fearing your fate.

"If I deem you eligible, you will be escorted to one of our procreation centers, our staff will complete your genetic tests, and you will be assigned to the right males."

You will be raped, and not just by one man, but by many.

“Like a beast,” you blurt out angrily, incredulous and disgusted. Yoongi did not lie.

“Yeah, like a beast,” nods the man, “But you always have a choice: Are you going to lie down on that exam table, allowing me to figure out if and how healthy you are, in the most humane of ways, or do you want those soldiers to take you one at a time - or even more together - so that you remain pregnant in the most inhumane of ways?”

A shiver of terror squeezes your gut, making you want to vomit again.

Silently and with a lost look you begin to take off your shoes, “Wise decision,” he nods, beginning to arrange a gray monitor, “You can leave your underwear on, if it will appease you.”

You swallow bitter tears with each layer of clothing that leaves you, you feel humiliated as it is, but what other choice do you have?

When only your bra and peach-colored cotton panties remain on you, you slowly reach for the exam table and being very careful not to brush against the man who is now waiting for you sitting on a wheeled stool, you lie down with an insane urge to cover yourself from head to toe.

With a satisfied murmur he picks up a bottle, spreading clear gel on your lower abdomen, the icy sensation of the gel giving you chills, making you wince.

“What's your name?” the doctor asks, focused on the monitor-apparently able to read the strange shapes that appear between the grayscale image as he slowly moves the probe across the area of your abdomen. He pushes the probe across your skin for greater visibility and you stiffly murmur your full name

“My name is Kim Seokjin, and if you come back into the program, I will follow you as a doctor for a long time,” he replies, pushing the probe toward your lower abdomen, “Lower your slip a little.”

The request fills you with discomfort, but you do as he tells you, the fabric drops a little more with a slight rustle, and the probe reaches down to touch your pubis. You remain rigid as a statue, scrutinizing Seokjin's expression, but never once has the man looked at you with strange, slimy eyes. He is absolutely professional as he creates freeze-frames, occasionally asking you to take deep breaths and other times to remain totally still.

“Good, now place your legs in the stirrups, I will proceed with an internal examination.”

You widen your eyes, staring at him pitifully, “D-Do I have to?” you hate yourself for the tiny, terrified tone you used, but fear and shame are eating you alive.

The man - Seokjin - freezes for a moment, staring at you with a strange shadow in his blue eyes.

Finally, he sighs, “When was your last period?”

You think for a while before answering, "I think -- about two weeks ago? I guess have a regular period...?" you answer a little unsure, you haven't exactly kept track, because...

“Have you had sexual intercourse recently?”

At her question your skin heats up, turning redder than a tomato, “I-I... no, I mean... I haven't had any, ever” you bite your lips in embarrassment. You know very well that at your age it's strange. Your father always complained that at over 20 years old you were still not married, but it simply didn't happen, you never forced yourself to do anything, although there was no shortage of opportunities.

Seokjin's eyes shine for a single moment, but it is enough for you to catch his amusement.

"Basically I have no reason to proceed internally, but I still ask you to let me continue with my examination, I will only touch you superficially, I will go no further. Is that enough of a compromise for you?" you breathe shakily, nodding slowly.

You slip off your briefs and with a courage you don't feel you have position your legs on the stirrups, spreading them apart. Your heart pounding in your ears as you wait for the exam to end, you stiffen when the man touches your intimate area, going so far as to do something you've never allowed anyone else to do.

“What are you-” the words die in your throat, you feel the sensation of latex gloves against the entrance to your vagina, and two fingers checking its elasticity and shape. Your stomach clenches in raw shame, but you remain still, acknowledging the gentle, shallow touch, just as he promised.

“Right now I am checking the appearance of your vulva and the general elasticity of your entrance, to make sure there is no redness or sores, but everything seems to be okay,” he announces as he walks away, “You may wear your panties again, but remain lying down,” he announces, leaving you confused.

If the exam is over, why would you stay lying down? A wave of panic turns you pale; it is so intense that Seokjin turns in your direction with a stern look.

“Your smell is steeped in fear, woman,” he scolds you, tossing the latex gloves into the bin next to the monitor, then handing you some Kleenex to remove traces of gel, “If I wanted to do anything to you, believe me, I would have done it by now.”

You swallow before nodding, accepting the Kleenex and lying back down.

“Now I'm going to check the general state of your body,” he informs you as he returns to your side, in awe you watch as his hand rests on the soft skin of your abdomen, claws you didn't notice before glisten under the neon light of the room, but the touch is so gentle that the claws don't even reach out to touch you. The Moondirian's blue eyes slowly clear as a gentle tingle invades your body. The sensation reminds you of a lover's lips lightly brushing kisses against your skin, causing delicious shivers throughout your body, you find it quite natural to close your eyes, relaxing against your gloomiest expectation.

Seokjin continues his examination minutely, your blood flowing like peaceful waves inside your body, with the palm of his hand he moves closer to your chest, until he touches the curve of your breasts covered by the cotton bra. Although he has reiterated that he has no strange intentions, the sensual movement of his hand along your most sensitive skin makes your throat contract, a movement that immediately attracts his attention.

He thus begins to murmur something in a language unfamiliar to you, a song as sweet as a bird's song. You feel welcomed into a big hug and find yourself instinctively sighing, your heartbeat finally beginning to calm.

After another two minutes, the words stop and the warmth of his hand leaves your body, rousing you from that brief respite.

“You have excellent blood circulation and your vital organs are healthy, you are healthy,” he announces, “Now you can get dressed.”

You blink quickly, still with a foggy and confused mind about what exactly he did, "What happened? I felt strange," you whisper more to yourself.

“Do you know what the people of Moondir are like, Y/N?” he asks you, sitting down at his desk as you quickly get dressed, shake your head in denial, and Seokjin crosses his arms.

"We came into the world through a Goddess; our father was a wolf. We are connected to nature in more ways than one, and every Moondirian is born with the ability to rule an element. My element is Water, and with it I can control any kind of fluid, including blood, and through blood I listened to your body," he explains as if it were something very easy to understand even for someone like you.

When you sit in front of the Moondirian doctor, you can't help but ask, “Why are you so kind to me?”

His pointed smile leaves you breathless, and not positively.

“I know what you're up against, that's all,” he replies, igniting a flame inside.

"Are you doing this out of pity? I don't need it!" you growl, trying to retain some dignity, but Seokjin shakes his head.

“You are more stubborn than a puppy,” he sneers, before lowering the collar of his lab coat, finally allowing you to see the scar around his otherwise pale, sculptural neck. The mark is deep, but it is so old that it has lost the bright color of blood, blending in with the rest of the skin, “Do you know what this is instead?” he asks you.

You don't know exactly why such a devilry had been invented, but you remember that Yoongi, when he still worked for your father, always wore a thick electrified collar. The memory sends shivers down your spine, because you witnessed what that terrible object could do-it took at least a whole day for Yoongi to recover from those horrible shocks.

When you don't answer, Seokjin chuckles, “Of course you know, I can tell from your smell that you are aware of it, but maybe you don't know the reason behind its use.”

“Was it to punish you?” you ask, but the man shakes his head.

"Worse, it was suppressing our sexual instincts. “ he reveals with gravity, ”They exterminated our women to prevent us from procreating, and to prevent us men from feeling desire they designed a contraption as small as it is powerful and useful for their purposes.“ in his blue eyes you see a shadow drop, and when he resumes looking at you, there is no amusement, ”Out there you will find many of my kind who will not mind taking you by force, they have endured over a century of sexual deprivation, there is no one left to keep them on a leash, Y/N."

The world seems to be collapsing on you, you know the people of Moondir are not human, you know they are part wolf - beast - so you also have reason to think that you will be dealing with unscrupulous men, “Will I die like this?” you whisper with trembling lips, unable to believe that such a thing is happening to you of all people.

"No, you will not die. You are healthy and your body is mature, you are perfectly eligible for this task, and you will be cared for by experts at the procreation center, every kind of relationship will be followed, documented, and if there is a need, someone will step in to rescue you."

“That doesn't me-” but whatever you would like to say is interrupted by another man who opens the door wide without knocking.

You petrify like a marble statue, returning alert and anxious, how long has it been since the visit began, an hour? More?

He entered as if there was no one inside the room, if you hadn't dressed in time would he have had the horrible opportunity to look at you?

“You're early,” Seokjin does not seem pleased with the newcomer, who does nothing to apologize.

“You took too long this time, and I was wondering if you finally gave in to your instincts,” shrugs the other. He is a perfectly fit Moondirian specimen, his clothing similar to that of Yoongi and Jimin except for the camouflage color.

His deep green eyes nail you to your chair with vivid, eerie interest, his brown hair pulled back allowing you to peer into his face without any problem. His elegant features almost hide the madness behind those cheerfully cunning eyes. He reminds you more of a fox than a wolf.

"Stop it, Hoseok. I'm working," the other picks him up harshly, beginning to sign and stamp papers with a strange red, pungent-smelling substance.

"Oh, yeah? And here I thought you were examining these women for another reason,” he laughs lightly, approaching you with an all too confident stride, “One that involves very little words and more the body."

You move imperceptibly away from him, your survival instinct is warning you this Moondirian is different from Seokjin. Definitely. He seems more dangerous, more driven by his baser instincts.

“You're rambling, as usual” Seokjin unceremoniously hands over a freshly compiled file of documents, “She's eligible, don't damage her” Hoseok's smile turns meaner as he teams you from head to toe.

Then he takes a long breath, appreciating something, “I can't smell that other weird gel you use when you dilate them, you haven't examined her inside and it only means one thing,” he sneers alluringly, Seokjin's blue eyes light up with irritation.

“It means you won't touch her, she'll get safely to the center and you'll stay away from her after that, got it?” he asks with a certain amount of patience.

There is something unspoken in the air, you speculate that this Hoseok did something to one of the women and that Seokjin was not particularly happy about it.

“A hundred years of abstinence and you're acting like you're not feeling the effects, they fried your brain in that shithole and now you don't work anymore?” but the wolf's clear provocation - Hoseok - falls on deaf ears, Seokjin's attention is back on you, watching them both wordlessly.

A hundred years?

Can a Moondirian really live that long? That would explain Yoongi's youthful appearance. Aside from his more trained muscles, he hasn't changed a bit.

“Hoseok will take you to the nearest procreation center, he will see to it that you arrive safely, no matter how unreliable he may seem, I can assure you that with him by your side, no one will dare touch you with ill intentions.”

You nod as if intoxicated, casting a nervous glance at the man with the incredible green eyes. As unbelievable as they are disturbing.

“Yes, little flower ... you won't have to fear any one except me.”

‘You filthy bastard, try touching me and you will find that you are not the only one who can bite.’

Keep that furious thought to yourself, tightening your arms around your body protectively.

“One more thing,” Seokjin resumes, blatantly ignoring his colleague's response, “As I told you at the beginning of the visit, no rough movements, they excite us more than you think,” the doctor's warning hovers in the air like a gunshot, and you don't know if you will end that long day with all your limbs in place.

You leave the hospital with a weight in your chest; you are eligible.

Before you left, you asked Seokjin one last question, you asked him what would happen to you if he didn't find you eligible for their new repopulation plan, the doctor's glazed look was more than enough of an answer, then had come Hoseok's whisper at your side, amused.

«In that case I would have taken care of it, little flower.»

In a sports sedan that attracts far too much attention, you observe Hoseok, who drives in a relaxed and cheerful manner. As if he were a normal civilian and not a Moondirian trained to kill.

The profile sculpted with an almost aristocratic grace unnerves you. He is an animal of the worst kind, not deserving of that beauty, much less all that freedom.

“If you keep staring at me like that you're in danger of wearing me out, little flower,” you gasp, taken aback and appalled by the pointed smile he turns on you, “But I can give you a picture of me if you like me so much.”

In response you avert your eyes, pointing them to the clean but unusually empty streets. The razing has stripped the city of its soul, the once colorful and brightly lit stores are closed and empty, others have broken windows with obvious signs of struggle.

A frightening thought begins to creep into your fragile mind.

“You have killed the men and are using the women for your own purposes, but what about the children?” you ask in a hoarse whisper, your eyes lost in nothingness.

Hoseok snorts slightly through his nose, turning onto a highway.

“We are not so cruel, little flower,” he says almost bored, "Children have purer and more elastic minds. They have learned to fear us because of you adults, now they will learn to live with us, nowadays it's called a ‘reset’."

Children are not to blame, he does not say but that is what his words imply and you sighs relieved. Apparently, Moondirians have animal instincts in every respect, just as they love to hunt their prey when they run away, they also tend to take care of cubs, regardless of species.

“Don't be so relieved, woman,” his sharp teeth gleam under the flickering light of the road lights, “I would think more of myself than of others if I were you.” There is something true in his words, you can feel it in the way he utters them. Hoseok must have gone through hell, and you are sure he will put you through it too. Like a personal gain.

[ssaalexblake]

It's really frustrating when people mix their allegories and treat squid game like it's criticizing the same thing that the hunger games is, because it's not aiming for the same societal issue.

While thg is critiquing western society (specifically american) and asking readers to acknowledge that They are the capitol no matter how much personal power or wealth they do or don't hold, Squid Game is actually shooting for something else.

Squid Game is not telling you you're a VIP. You're nothing like the VIP's. "Isn't it funny that us watching this show are just like the VIP's???" Well, no, because unless you happen to be reading this post while also being a billionaire, you are supposed to understand that you are Not a VIP, you are one of their toys.

The vast range of people who ended up victimised by this entire twisted organisation are meant to say to the viewers that yeah! this is You! This could be you! Gi-Hun had a string of bad luck, some police brutality, trauma, and ultimately a gambling addiction and it ended up with him ending up on their radar. Sang-Woo seemed to have it allll going for him and he very much represents the educated and seemingly wealthy (but not super rich) demographic and shows you that They are not immune to this either. Ali was in trouble and ended up there because of systematic racism. Sae-Byeok needed money to bring her mother to safety as she had no choice but to use human traffickers to do so. Some people have made bad investments. Others need to pay for medical care.

My point is, there's no mould for the average contestant because it's literally just anybody who's had some bad luck, and that is something that nobody is immune to. Hell, Guem-Ja by all accounts didn't even have any bad luck, she's literally there to help her son out! Jun-Hee needs money as a young mother, society isn't going to help her, that's not how capitalism works.

This organisation preys on anyone and everyone.

They expand on this even further in S2 to give us an eye into the world of the guards through No-Eul and the salesman. Both of them were headhunted when they had nothing as well. While neither of them were said to be in debt, they still needed work. It's as simple as that. It's as simple as No-Eul also working at the theme park as an actor, she's just poor and needs the money to survive. These 'kids' they keep unmasking in the games are just the same as a kid working in fast food their first job. They need work and this is what's available.

Of course, there's an amount of brutality there too, but clearly the people who try and find contestants and employees do their research into who to put where. Guards seem to be poor but not in debt. They also need to be capable of at Least disposing of hundreds of bodies (the salesman says that the crematorium is the bottom level job, it looks like they desensitize the people to death and Then give them guns to actively kill. No-Eul who had already killed people and was a good shot to boot probably got to skip the entry level part of the job).

I'm glad they went into who the guards are because it really still highlights that the rich use the poor for entertainment, and they use the poor to police those other poor people, and if the poor revolt the people dying are Still poor people. The VIP's still aren't dying or paying for any of this. The system is entirely rigged.

Which leads me back around to this; You are not like a VIP for watching squid game, and the show is trying to tell you the opposite of this.

The show is telling you that You are one of the pawns in the rich people's games and that no matter what happens in this system, no matter if you're unlucky and in debt or if you're just a low class young adult getting paid to be a guard in (to use an extreme understatement) a very morally ambiguous job, it's still Always the poor people being hurt because the people in with the money and power are not facing consequences for this at all.

I actually think one of the revelations in S3 for the characters will be that In-Ho actually doesn't have any power to effect change at all. I mean, he's in charge, but I kind of think he's at most the equivalent of the manager of an insanely upmarket hotel that caters to the super rich like those vegas casinos. The rich people may talk to these managers cordially, but in the end he's still just an employee and nothing more.

Gi-Hun and co (whoever that will be by the time it happens) will find him and discover that their plan to capture him to get answers will be effectively useless because they've Still not aimed high enough.

To kill this system you need to cut the head off the snake(s). Those are the billionaire VIP's.

I'm not sure that Gi-Hun even knows they exist.

But yes. THG is telling you that you are the capitol. Squid Game is telling you that you are a toy for the rich and you are not and never will be one of the VIP's (even if you 'win' at capitalism AKA the games you're still just a middle manager or still cheap entertainment to them). You are one of the contestants, actually. Or maybe a guard. But not a VIP. Both of these messages can exist in harmony, actually, but they're not the same. And you're certainly not like a VIP because you turned on a fictional TV show specifically about anti-capitalism.

Except of course the muskrat who I believe said he watched this back when S1 came out. He's literally a VIP. This rebuttal of viewers being like the VIP's specifically excludes him.

[hwnglx]

bts as fathers

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

note; i didn't continue with the second question for every member, since the answer was understandable on the first and they didn't feel entirely comfortable with me diving deeper. pls remember that this reading, is not me making any carved in stone predictions; but it's solely the energy i pick up on, at this specific point in time. enjoy the read ♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈

seokjin

would he like to become a father?

seokjin seems quite intimidated by fatherhood. i can see the main thing holding him back, being his own insecurities, and fear of the responsibility, he sees as huge. currently, seokjin doesn't see himself as someone who's capable of carrying that “burden”, since he does recognize the amount of work it requires to raise a child. it can be a lot to deal with, very tiring, and obviously you never really get a break. he's worried about not being able to give his kids what they deserve.

what would he be like as a father?

in all honestly, he'd be a great father. seokjin's ability to light up every situation he's in, would also make itself visible when it comes to filling his kid's life with genuine happiness.

a lot of joy, i keep hearing children laughing. the type of father who'd sit down the sandbox himself and squeeze his long legs into that tiny space, just to play with his kids, and entertain their little imaginations, like building a sand castle. he'd genuinely value them feeling seen, and acknowledged.

i can also see him becoming the type of father who's very protective, probably more prone to getting worried easily. a father who wants to make sure his children grow up confidently; knowing their worth and their value.

additionally, he could want to teach his kids the importance of standing up for themselves. not being afraid of speaking up when it's necessary. i keep hearing his (lovingly nagging) voice in my head. he would give them verbal lessons, that are more on the gentle and playful side but effective enough, and encourage them in that manner.

i can see seokjin wanting to go against the more traditional ways of upbringing, and allowing his kids more freedom. i really don't see him being this extremely strict father, who slams his iron fist on the table, but moreso as someone who thinks it's important to focus on providing his children with a happy and stable childhood, and family life. fulfilling their wishes, not being so restrictive or stern. he doesn't want his kids to lie to him, or have to rebel and sneak out. he'd want his children to be honest and upright.

i can feel him wanting to lead by example, and be a rolemodel his children can look up to; a father they're proud of. this could be the reason he has a lot of insecurities in this regard. seokjin wants to be the best father he can be for his kids, and might feel he isn't really there yet. he feels he's too immature and not wise enough yet, to be a good enough example.

yoongi

would he like to become a father?

i don't really see yoongi being interested in having kids. he's someone who can be immensely independent, and focused on himself first and foremost. like all i see in the spread is him. (several impulsive knights) i don't see yoongi liking the thought of having to stay put and limiting himself in his freedom. he likes being a free spirit who can just live on his own terms, according to what he himself wants to do, in whatever moment. (i also often get this feeling it's quite understandable in his eyes, he seems to carry this mindset of “it's my life, of course i'll spend it the way i want to”)

the thought of having children seems to cause worries and anxiety in him. it stresses him out, and i feel him preferring to avoid the topic, so i won't dive in much further.

hobi

would he like to become a father?

hobi's thoughts seem a little conflicting here. his energy felt lighter in regards to this topic before, he could've done a lot of reflecting and serious pondering on it ever since.

what i'm strongly feeling, is that hobi believes he'd definitely have to step up to the plate responsibly; he'd have to man up, and mature. his thoughts seem to consist of a lot of.. “am i really there already?”

he thinks that he'd have to put his toxic habits and more selfishly driven desires behind for the sake of his kids.

there's this feeling of.. “my life won't be just about me anymore.” hobi believes becoming a father would require him to tap into the more humble, grounded and selfless side of him, that is fully focused on providing for someone else.

he's also aware there's still a lot of things he'd have to heal, confront and actively work on when it comes to himself.

what would he be like as a father?

hobi feels like it's a given for him to take on the role of the strong and dependable provider, who gives his family a sense of stability; the one his children can comfortably lean on.

there is this worry in terms of him perhaps not having built a financial ground that's reliable enough yet, in his eyes. not only for himself, but if hobi was to ever have children, that'd be incredibly important to him. i keep getting this feeling of.. “i need to lay the necessary groundwork, so that my family can have it easy.”

i can also see hobi as a father, who'd be very supportive when it comes to his children's goals and ambitions. the type who's glad to guide his kids into the direction they want to go down, push and encourage them in a way where they feel confident in their abilities. i do think he'd be quite good at finding this balance between being strict enough for them to take him seriously, but also focus on uplifting them.

namjoon

would he like to become a father?

it's interesting, because the moon has made an appearance for almost everyone from the hyung line till now. the card can be about things being hidden, deception, confusion, insecurity, uncertainty, fear, anxiety. the topic of having kids is understandably of more complex nature.

namjoon also seems to feel a level of intimidation at the thought of having kids. it's understandably a concept unfamiliar to him, which can be scary. however, considering the following two of wands; this is like him contemplating on taking a step out of the dark.

i can see namjoon feeling ready if he feels like his life, his surroundings, his mindset, and basically everything possibly affecting his children, is calm, balanced, and in harmony. he wants to welcome them into a pleasant environment.

interestingly, though a sense of reluctance and fear is definitely present, he does seem to think that, once it's the right time, he'll approach fatherhood in an open-minded and ever-learning manner. he knows he won't be perfect from the beginning, but there's a part of him that wants to humbly learn as he progresses.

note; this is a passing thought i keep having, but i could picture namjoon adopting children.

what would he be like as a father?

he'd be quite broad-minded, in a way where he wouldn't be a rigid father who puts intense restrictions on his kids. namjoon would put a lot of importance into raising his children as independent and self-sufficient individuals, who are wise and content with what they have. he wants them to know how to count and appreciate their blessings.

i don't see him wanting to spoil them too much, or have them grow up in this extremely privileged nepo baby “oh i'm a famous celebrity's kid” manner.

namjoon would be more of a father who lets his kids run free, rather than intruding and strictly lecturing them constantly. he'd be a parent who thinks it's important to let his children fall sometimes, so they can gather their own know-how of how to get back up.

though he wouldn't want them to be depending on him for everything, he'd still be an existence of emotional understanding for his children. especially when it comes to communicating; namjoon would want his kids to feel safe enough to open up to him, without fear of judgment or the need to hide parts of themselves. he wants to feel like a gentle and intuitive parent figure who's naturally attuned to his kids' needs, compassionate, and understands their point of view.

jimin

would he like to become a father?

so, jimin is one of the members who reads as more fond of the idea. he does see fatherhood as something he would like for his life, and might even imagine himself in that role a lot. however, he feels uncertain about whether he'll be able to to actually translate his wishes into reality. (12h mars)

jimin's energy is very.. “these are the things i wish for, and these are the things i believe i can do.” in his eyes, there's a gap between the two; meaning, he struggles believing he can actually live up to what he himself wishes he could be.

he's so immensely critical of himself, can often have the tendency to acknowledge his downfalls, before his strengths. jimin could get worried he'll end up projecting his insecurities onto his children, not being able to provide them with the emotional fulfillment they deserve. he believes there's deeply rooted, inner issues and traumas, he'd need to actively confront and heal. he doesn't see himself as a father who'd have much to offer.

what would he be like as a father?

this is actually very sweet. i can see jimin being a father who puts true work and effort into establishing a close connection to his children.

there's this immense desire in him to display his affection towards them, in a way where they feel sincerely and wholeheartedly loved. he'd literally pour out his heart.

i keep getting the sense that this man carries a wounded inner child in him. he feels like he's healing it by caring for other children. i keep being drawn to the world “love”.. that's what might've been lacking for jimin when he was younger, so he can feel the need to make other children feel loved.

i also keep feeling the need to say “genuinely, truly, sincerely” like, his love isn't fake, it's not a pretense and it's not shallow. it's not performance-based either. a parent's love is pure, and that's what he would want his children to know. he'd love them unconditionally, with all their imperfections and mistakes.

jimin would for sure be a father who's immensely protective, but in a gentle and almost motherly type of way. he feels this desire to shield his children from all the dark in the world, and would probably prefer just tucking them into this little cacoon by his side, where they're safe and sheltered.

taehyung

would he like to become a father?

so, taehyung is clear on fatherhood being something that'd be a major change in his life. he believes it'd require him to step out of his comfort zone, and rebuild his lifestyle, his attitude, his approach, in a manner that provides his child with the best possible circumstances to grow up in. despite the initial shock fatherhood could result in (it's a little bit of this.. “oh wow my life will completely change now”), i can also see taehyung feeling uplifted, and in high spirits about it.

an insight that's coming through strongly for him, is that he'd be very adamant on protecting his children from the media, gossip, etc. he would not want his kid to be the talk of the town, have unnecessary eyes watching and everyone voicing their opinion on them. he does read as someone who wants to separate his professional and private life; doesn't want one to disrupt the other.

taehyung wouldn't want his fatherhood to get tangled in his public image, and the fact that he's a celebrity whose private life is much more interesting to the public, to pose as an inconvenience to his family, fatherhood and his children.

ideally, he'd find a way to balance his efforts in both areas. do his best as artistically, while also fulfilling his role as a father, and providing his children everything they'd be in need of.

what would he be like as a father?

i see taehyung thriving in the role. with all the cap energy, fatherhood is likely to come naturally to him. again, i keep getting it, the protective side in him would be strong. he'd be firm on shielding his kids from negative influence; the type of parent who's careful and selective over who he allows to be around his kids. he could get very “don't talk to my child like that.”

don't know why but i also keep seeing him say that to his members too lmaoo, like i could imagine him telling a member holding his baby “okay it's enough you held him for too long already” or something ㅜ

taehyung is likely to be more of the stricter father, who's very clear on the lessons he wants to teach his kids. he wouldn't be a parent who'd be easy to convince, or talked into allowing them to do something. his energy here is more authoritarian, in a “i said no, that means no. end of discussion.” way.

his energy reminds me of my stepfather, who was a capricorn. he had these exact rules i had to follow; like bed time at 7 pm. i remember him stressing me out badly, because he was so unmoving, i could cause riots, he'd just let me be annoyed but still firmly go through with what he said. in the end i learnt a lot from him.

i do see potential for taehyung to be the type of father who bickers a lot with his children though; he could have a lot of disagreements.

i can sense his main intention being to equip his children with thick skin.. encouraging them in a way that gives them strength, letting them discover their own power through embracing their strengths, building up their confidence.

lastly, there is a part of taehyung that could connect with the imaginative, emotional world of his children.

he might not always express love in overly affectionate ways, but it would come through in the little things: playing silly games with them, nurturing their creative spirit, encouraging them to dream freely. his children could talk about the most silly and whimsical things to him, and he'd entertain it, in a way that makes them feel seen and valid. there's a part of taehyung that wants to preserve their inner naivety and innocence, while also helping them develop into strong and self-assured individuals.

jungkook

would he like to become a father?

so, jk immediately came in with the energy of.. “if i meet the right person, who'd make me want to have a child, i would.”

however, i have to say, he is someone who can feel most comfortable when working, and is most familiar with himself in work-mode. the concept of becoming a father is something that feels very.. strange (?) to him.

tbh, nearly every time i read for jungkook, his childhood comes to mind. while reading this time, i got reminded of him being a capricorn rising; and it made things click for me.

all the virgo energy, plus having a cap ascendant, can make jungkook a person who's not only self-critical and hardworking by nature, but also someone who encountered the weight of responsibility at a very young age. he can search for joy in the more simple things in life as he gets older, and as he finds more comfort in letting loose, because he's already been introduced to the serious adult world so early on.

in my spread, the page of pentacles (representing a younger jk as a virgo sun) fell out next to the six of cups (card of childhood, nostalgia) which made it look like the hardworking student is curiously gazing at these two kids, who are happily playing next to him. it seems like a world unfamiliar to him.

the awkwardness that i'm getting here makes sense. if someone's inner child was neglected and left emotionally unfulfilled for years; it's hard to the blame the person for not really knowing how to emotionally nurture another child. how do you expect someone to teach a child something, when it's something they've never been taught themselves?

i don't see jungkook necessarily rejecting fatherhood, as much as i see it potentially stirring up unresolved inner issues and self-doubt within him, that he doesn't seem too comfortable confronting as of right now.

i currently see him more emotionally distant from the idea of fatherhood. not because he doesn’t care, but because, he doesn’t believe he’s yet capable of offering the emotional maturity it requires.

mtl “best” father in my eyes

#1 taehyung

#2 seokjin

#3 jimin

#4 namjoon

#5 hobi (surprisingly)

#6 jungkook

#7 yoongi (he could honestly be great, i just didn't get an ounce of insight into potential fatherhood..)

seokjin and taehyung are quite close imo, i just see taehyung feeling more comfortable and confident in the role.

[scobbe]

One of the very best things you can do is learn how to entertain yourself with minimal use of computers. Maybe this is something Gen-X can pass on (if we care to) but any kind of board games or card games or jigsaw puzzles, any kind of crafts or even the resurgence of coloring books, etc., cooking and baking that doesn’t take a lot of effort but does take time (like bread) anything that has to do with keeping animals/pets, any kind of low-key physical activity or just “being outside” - those new little camp stoves you can have on your patio and throw twigs in and roast marshmallows, etc. Going fishing, going for a walk, keeping some plants in pots or a little garden, birdwatching… rainy-day house projects like polishing brass or furniture… running errands for a couple hours, stopping by people’s houses to drop things off… (I feel like I’m beginning to describe the ideal life…)

All these things you can chill out doing with some music on to vibe with. Maybe now and then watch an episode of a good show or a sportsball game or something. Movies at home or in theaters were usually events and it’s kind of cool to keep them that way. Video games were always best with a bunch of friends getting together. People need to talk on the phone more - even better now with video chat. Like let the technology be the backdrop of it all, a little grease in the wheels, but nothing we are dependent on. Some of my best memories growing up were from days the power went out.

I say this well aware that I stare at a screen too much in my own free time but we have to get away from staring and back to doing and being together. Don’t want to do anything? Read a book. Don’t want to read? Sit in silence and look at something green or something on fire. We need to learn again what it feels like to just be as part of our entertainment, not just passively being entertained.

[rivalerer]

Dating Doreen Green (Squirrel Girl) p1.

Disclaimer: this is based on marvel rival’s iteration of her & derives from my own personal interpretations of her + what i gather from her canon stories n interactions (And also my information on squirrels). I pull very little from other sources but encourage you sharing feedback or new information through my ask box

(you are also free to just ask or request things about other characters)

CW: Nutty Behavior, Not Beta Read, Nothin’ Else

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- Dating Doreen comes with a lot of perks and little issues here n there- the regular presence of squirrels & other woodland critters; the quirky chatter with animals & you about her college life; near constant movement or activities to keep her squirrely nature entertained- but an undeniable quality of dating her is coming to terms with the intense amounts of fur n hair everywhere. While this initially seems like it’d be an issue, you take note that Doreen rarely appears completely covered in fur- and once you both get comfortable enough with one another you’ll begin to understand why-

- It’s Allogrooming; the behavior of grooming another creatures pelt in an effort to bond. It’s something Doreen does nightly & it’s something you will unarguably have occur. She will of course stop if you dont want to be “groomed”- but if you let her (and often tippy-toe) continue you’ll find yourself cuddling up with her frequently while she picks you clean of squirrel fur and brushes down your clothes. If you let her she’ll also be running her fingers through your hair- gently untangling any knots or snags; if you dont have any hair or have very little- you note that she’s still keen on keeping every part of you clean and well cared for, scalp massages are a MUST in her mind if this is the case. It’s all her own very special way of showing love for you. And you’re free to return the favor! You’re quick to notice that she’s very fond of having her tail or hair gently brushed- it puts her in such a lovey dovey mood every time (and as an added bonus, it really keeps the shedding down)

- And when Doreen finds herself in a lovey dovey mood- you really have a lot on your plate. Because Doreen is HUGE on cuddling and activities/time shared together. She’s a very clever woman & she will be KEEN on keeping you close so she can curl up with you or somehow convince you to look at her most recent coding misadventures (whether you understand them or not) AND SHE’LL SOMEHOW MAKE YOU THINK IT WAS YOUR IDEA?? And in a few hours later you’ll be 2 & 1/2 movies in on some niche series from 20 years ago and you’ll comprehend that you have no idea what’s going on or why you’re watching this AND YOU’LL REALIZE YOU LIKE IT?? Really and truly- Doreen must have some secret super power on getting you to kick back with her because the 2 of you will be doing SO MUCH together when she’s feeling lovesick over you

- It literally doesn’t even matter what the 2 of you are doing- she has a knack for turning 1-2 hour visits into entire slumber parties. It wont just be for her interests though- Doreen will be ON TOP of remembering your favorite activities just to have things to lure you into hangin out with her more. It’s not a malicious thing by any means- Shes just a real socialite and you’re undeniably her favorite company to have over (well- you & tippy-toe). Still- she’s more than willing to give you your alone time as you need it (she does afterall have plenty of other stuff to do)

- And if you find yourself trying to seek her company while she’s busy- god- good luck- there’s so many things she could be up to. It’ll take awhile before you’re able to really pin point where Doreen is quickly if she’s not bugging you. She has such a tendency to hyperfixate on her tasks- and because of that she can dissapear for hours without meaning to. You‘ve found her hidden away coding or doodling as many times as you’ve found her out in the middle of the woods meddling with some outlandish animal issue. And every time you’ve found her- she’s of course greeting you with hugs and kisses, but it’s still such a task to get a hold of her when she’s off doing Doreen-things. You’ve got to love this if you’re dating her I assume- but it’s definitely a little issue here and there.

- But let’s back track a little- what does time with Doreen look like more normally? Aside from doing activities- your squirrely companion has a lot of nice little quirks to one on one time. Most notable is probably the mix of physical affection & chattering. Doreen has a bit of a magic to her in the sense that she’s somehow always able to fill the silence of a hang out- whether it’s with getting you to talk by egging you on about your passions or explaining a year long woodlands creature drama she’s been following with Tippy-Toe; Doreen Green will have SOMEONE talking during your time together. If you prefer quiet- she’ll be trying her damndest to find some peace and quiet within herself for you- but know that unless you keep her busy it’ll be really obvious for anyone in the room that she wants to YAP. (Though music or her napping is a nice middle ground for her)

- otherwise- the thing youll probably take most notice of is Doreen’s fondness towards physical touch & affection. Tippy-Toe being on her shoulder so often (along with lots of other critters) has made her a sensory seeking cuddle monster. She will be doing SO MUCH to try and cuddle up with you while you both relax. She’s especially fond of finding herself a place to curl up in your side (even if you’re smaller); she’s sort of a master at it. Her squirrel senses give her a good understanding of where her weight lays when she’s curling up with you- so it’s uncommon she’ll ever be laid over you in a way thats too much for you. But aside from the cuddles themselves- she is a touchy girl. Playing with your hands, tracing physical quirks like freckles or scars, leaving random kisses or pokes here and there, squeezing you wherever she can find enough to grab- literally anything is something for her.

- And it’s all cause Doreen is making it a goal early on to learn your body head to toe. Learning what touches you enjoy, what you don’t- what things she can do to make you twitch or playfully irritate you- it’s an intimate but big thing for her. As a girl who is a squirrel- she’s always got a sharp eye & a sense to notice all the little things around her. Learning you isn’t any different from learning about the enemies she fights- it’s no different from learning to live- it’s not necessarily a desire in her mind so much as it is a natural need or process. You’re just that important to her- once the 2 of you are together she wants to integrate you into her life & her learning; you’re a part of what she considers necessary. You’re so much of what she will begin to love.

When all of the silliness and puns fall to the wayside, it’s really clear that Doreen Green cares very deeply for you. She may try to downplay the seriousness of it from time- but you will undeniably become a part of her heart just as Tippy-Toe & Monkey Joe did; if not somehow more.

[fligniuz]

https://www.reddit.com/r/BrianThompsonMurder/s/WNOEQ3Utsm

Hopefully this doesn’t dox me!

my transcription, emphasis mine:

“Tales from the MDC: The Meddler

Three AM, the night before arraignment, lying awake in bed, I hear this crumbling next to my head.

Silence. Pause. More crumbling from my locker.

Huh. Is one of those plastic bags of mail slipping?

But it continues. There’s something in there.

It’s impossible to overemphasize how unusual and jarring this realization is. Aside from inmates and officers, there are no signs of life at MDC, no animals, no plants, not a leaf, not a mouse—the only exception being the shower gnats, and that one time a tiny bird flew through the gate in the rec deck (?) and made it into the unit. Nothing comes in here voluntarily.

I continue to listen. It’s moving. I grab my tablet—we have no reading lights here—and turn the brightness to 100%. I point it at the locker. More crumbling.

Right at the bottom, a bag of full tuna packets. I pinpoint the sound. No motion, but I hear. I squint, looking for the tail of a mouse, though I have never seen one in the facility. “What the fuck?” I whisper into the darkness.

My cellmate, the wise and powerful Jay, in the bunk above my head, wakes up. Veteran, father of six, hero to his community. He tumbles down the ladder and flips on the light to take a leak. With the room illuminated, I focus my gaze once more. More crumbling.

Then: Pop. Out pops a cockroach, seemingly appearing from thin air. It’s a big one. Gross.

But it doesn’t scurry back into the shelter of my stuff (?) locker. It doesn’t move at all, completely paralyzed, exposed clearly in the light. It’s almost comical. “Oh shit,” it seems to say, like the cockroach knows it’s been meddling somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be. I stand up, walk the full five paces across my cell, to grab my shower shoe and return. The cockroach hasn’t moved. It sits there, looking stupid.

I roar. Splat. Twitch twitch go the antennas. Flush as it whirls around the toilet, its insect legs curled as it floats round and round on its back.

I’m left with a slight sense of disgust. What was it doing there, and why tonight? Informants here have never seen one, and it was big, and ugly. That can’t be a good omen.

A deep sense of unease as I rack my brain. What does it mean? My mind circles for another twenty minutes until sleep overtakes me.

At 5:30, they wake me up for court. I think back to the omen from just hours before.

Oh. That makes sense.”

here are my thoughts:

he is such a talented writer…this is very kafkaesque. i know he’s probably bored out of his mind but this little story kept me engaged the entire time and his descriptions are very funny and cute <3

some people have said that it seems like he wants some of these letters to be shared and i’m starting to come around to that. this definitely seems like something he wanted other people to read and i’m kinda thinking he might want to write a book honestly😭

i’m a little confused about the context of when this was written; he mentions an “arraignment”, like when he was arraigned all the way back in dec., so was this written a while ago? it seems to make more sense in that context, since the omen of the cockroach being a sign of his charges to come is what i gathered from his story. if anybody can clarify that would be awesome

someone in the reddit comments mentioned that, since he said his cellmate (at the time this was written anyway) is a vet, it’s possible luigi may be in ADA housing for his back. i don’t know about the plausibility of this but it did sound interesting to me so i thought i’d put it here too

overall i think i’m glad jules shared this with us, just because it’s a very endearing little tidbit of how he’s been maintaining that strong spirit we know him for. i hope he continues to write to people in this manner—i find it very entertaining and it seems to me like he gets some relief out of it

[biowaredisasterbisexual]

Shameless Self-Promotion Saturday Sunday/Sunday Accountability Post

Thanks so much for the tags, @the-sparrohawk and @basedonconjecture!

This was…not my most productive week, admittedly. I’m still coming off the jubilation/crash of having finished:

Getting Into Trouble

My darlings, my babies, my collection of Neve/Rook one-shots that hauled me out of fandom retirement. Love these dorks.

But I’m not done with them yet! I did some light editing this week, mostly on The Ventus Job, but I also wrote a bit more of it. I use Sunday as a self-imposed deadline to post something I wrote in the prior week, tricking my ADHD into letting me a little productive. So I’m being efficient and using this post for that accountability check too!

So, the rough draft (unedited and unbeta’d) opening to the chapter of TVJ I’m currently working on below the cut.

And very gentle tags, if you haven’t already done it, tooooooo: @hyperions-light, @ofcrowsanddragons, @bygonesigh, @mageofquandrix, @dymme, @thedissonantverses, @jouskaroo, @mythals-whore, @davrinsleftpectoral, @skullypettibone, @uchidachi, @galluslonging, @littlemissgeek8, @thatgaymerguyb, @corvus-frugilegus, and @lurkiestvoid, and whoever reads this and wants to!

The Imperator’s manor loomed large in its place atop a hill in Hightown, the rounded spires and forms a testament not only to the building’s place of importance but Ventus’ history as a capital in its own right. The manor itself was surrounded by a large wall, one that unlike others she’d seen in town, Neve noticed no damage to. Either the Antaam had not made it this far into the city’s gates when they’d taken Ventus, or the good Imperator had prioritized using the city’s building materials for aesthetic rehabilitation of the estate over, perhaps, more necessary purposes.

Neve didn’t think it was all that hard to discern which option was likely the correct one.

“Oooh, the light shows!” Sabine said, sounding pleased for possibly the first time since Neve had met her. Back at the inn, the closest any of them had managed was her neutral acceptance of their attire and comportment.

The lights danced across the darkening sky in intricate patterns, timed to the music being played in the courtyard. A favored form of entertainment in the Imperium, and one that allowed the Imperator to ostentatiously present his wealth.

Because, obviously, the well-lit and massive manor on the hill, not to mention his title, would be insufficient otherwise.

“Panem et circenses,” Rook murmured under his breath in Old Tevene. She glanced at him curiously, and he shrugged. “My dad said that every time we went to one of these things. He wasn’t wrong.”

He opened his mouth to continue, but hesitated as they passed the armed mercenaries flanking the estate’s gates. “But a story for another time, I guess,” he said wryly.

The courtyard as they entered was filled with people milling about, enjoying the lights and music while drinking wine and — if she and Rook were lucky, which wasn’t a given — hopefully gossiping as the alcohol loosened their tongues. Most of the attendees wore fashionable robes in latest styles in favor with the Altus class — expensive brocade with glimmering gold dominated the Altus’ custom robes — even the handful of wealthy Laetans and Soporati, who tried to emulate the more expensive attire with similar cuts and fabrics that could possibly fool the uninitiated. But, of course, every Altus was not fooled in the least. Neve knew her Altus classmates at the Circle had been able to pick out fabric quality at twenty paces; they’d surely honed their expertise in the exercise since. And, true to form, distinct groups of attendees were forming along the fabric class divide. The only exceptions to the effort to woo friends and intimidate enemies through dress were the few military officers in formal uniforms, who at least pretended to neither notice nor care.

“Y’know, I don’t get to feel like a show dog or charity case often these days, but this really does take me back,” Rook sighed with feigned wistfulness. Neve snickered, while Sabine elbowed him and glared.

“Remember what I said about you embarrassing me,” she hissed.

He gave her a smile that was the picture of innocence. “To only do it if it upsets your father or brother?”

“No! Not to— well, actually, if the opportunity arises…”

On Neve’s other side, Livinia snorted.

[fictionfrequency1]

Audio Drama Sunday - 11 May

I actually went back to Welcome to Night Vale this week! This was the podcast that got me into the whole medium. I haven’t kept up with all the later episodes, but it was easy to understand, and so nice revisiting all the characters. Also, I clicked save draft on last week’s audio drama Sunday (instead of post), so I’m combining the two weeks.

Welcome to Night Vale — 267 - Missed Connections: As usual, this episode had sentences that were shockingly beautiful in scenes that were bafflingly weird. It swung between sweet, funny, creepy — but spent a good amount of time tearing my heart out. The weather was great, and you should absolutely go listen to some of these missed connections 📻

At The Bottom of the Garden — Chapter 3: Spider - Chapter 7: Flame: The descriptions of the fairies are so creative, as well as Aidan’s issues with the music box. Some of the things that happened to the fairies other “friends” spell out ominous things for Nadia, and they also remind me a little bit of The Witches by Roald Dahl. The fact that the fairies often seem to have good intentions makes it even weirder. Finding out about Nadia’s father cheating and the perspective of Nadia’s mother is so much more interesting than I expected it to be. I’m so curious how Aidan and Nadia’s stories turn out, so I’m looking forward to the season 1 finale. You can read my full review here 🧚

AnMage With A Mic — Episode 1: Mage With A Mic definitely made the time rush by. It’s got light goofs, fantasy tropes, and the title of the episode — “The Warehouse” — actually made me laugh once I finished listening 🧙‍♂️

Mil-Liminal — episode 1: This is the first “cozy horror” I’ve ever listened to, and it’s a nice genre! Caro is a sympathetic character, and it’s very tense listening to The Car Scene. It reminded me so much of campfire scary stories. The best part for me would probably be when Sam and his wife took Caro into their spare room. A nightmarish supernatural incident is better when you have people to rely on afterwards, and a safe place to sleep ⛽️

The Adventure Zone: Amnesty — Episode 2-4: this show is SO much fun. The music is entertaining, the dialogue is funny, the narration is epic. Every episode contains a new fascinating thing and a new daft reaction from the protagonists. Not to mention it feels decently uplifting: the main characters have friends, support systems and ways of fighting back from the very beginning🌲

[stickdoodlefriend]

Seeing comics being inaccessible being a runner up to multiple of these. If you are unable to buy or go to a comic store, I would recommend checking out the library! They have a lot of ebooks for comics you can check out.

Otherwise, I would recommend https://readallcomics.com/ as a resource too!

If you don't know where to start with comics, the fandom is very good in coming up with reading recommendations!

Here are a few links to some reading lists of the main families compiled by some amazing blogs here:

Batman Comics and Family: Flying around like a bat to scare criminals isn't exactly a sign of being well-adjusted. Luckily neither are any of the MANY vigilantes in Gotham. He might be a reason for that too.

Green Arrow and Family: @green-arrxws has hands down the best guide of the modern day Robin hoods inspired family. At the end of the day, it's all about who you share your chilli with.

Superman and Family: it's a bird. It's a plane. You already know him but he's not the only Kryptonian flying around Earth.

Wonder Woman and Associates: @dailywonderfam has fantastic reading order lists and lots of good insight into how each writer portrays those characters. It's about sisters in arms and powerful women who could bench press you.

Aquaman and Family: Garth of Shayeris, Aquaman they don't get enough love but boy do they have drama to keep you entertained.

Flash and Family: having super speed doesn't mean you'll always be on time. With all this trauma, it's real strength that keeps them smiling. Often OP

Teen Titans -- First Generation of sidekicks who teamed up (Fab Five). Later it's teen superheroes (New Teen Titans) some you might have seen on Teen Titans (2003) cartoon.

Nightwing (shameless plug for my fav) - was Robin. He's like Batman's intelligence and Superman's charisma combined.

Young Justice: second generation of sidekicks. Not the cartoon but they do share some cameos. Superboy, Robin (Tim Drake), Impulse (flash family), Cassie (Wonder girl), etc. make this lineup.

Birds of prey: Lots of women superheroes kicking butt and taking names. Includes Dinah Lance (Black Canary), Oracle, Katana, etc.

Lanterns (oops forgot 😅): they protect space and not just earth. You might have heard of Hal Jordan (played by Ryan Reynolds in that awful movie).

Justice League: they're like the Avengers in the way that they have a lot of big players and their headquarters blow up all the time. Comic book treasury has a great list and walk through.

And if you're confused or I've missed anyone, hit me up! (Anons are more than welcome in my inbox 😁) Chances are I've lurked in the corners enough to know some good resources 🥰

[mneiai]

My Cybird Ikemen Games Route Experiences:

The average ikepri route might not be good, but most of them are entertaining, until you get to the ending when almost all of them fall apart under "logic" that actually makes no sense (or that even directly contradicts something from earlier) or conflicts that are resolved in some awkward way by completely ignoring other characters who should be involved or their own worldbuilding.

The average ikesen route is great, actually, and keeps me wanting to read more and more. Even though the dramatic endings can get very lulzy for a chapter or two and make me doubt them, they almost always pull through at the end to be an overall good experience.

The average ikevamp route has like a few great chapters that get me really into them, followed by just absolute horrible chapters where it's a slog to get through them, and then it cycles over and over again throughout the route (where they start or end in the cycle is mixed).

The average ikevil route is entertaining and some of them are very good, but they are all incredibly rushed and too busy feeling. Even on the better routes, it's like they didn't learn anything from ikepri and are trying to have too much plot and too much romance crammed into a single route they didn't make any longer.

I've not played ikerev because I played these four first and could not stand another Ikemen game at this point.

[queenimmadolla]

As an Astrologer, allow me to hypothesize:

I do think Sagittarius is correct, BUT I think he’s a Sagittarius rising since our rising sign is the energy we put out and how the world sees us. Aries is a good guess, but I don’t think they’re quite as free spirited as Sagittarius. They’re as intense as a fire sign, yet as free spirited as an air sign. Their energy is so sunshine-y even when they’re experiencing the worst. In order to make bad or difficult situations better, everything is a game or a quest to them. They’re generally seen as rebellious due to their loyalty to their desires and vision they have for their own lives.

It’s hard to guess moon sign since we’re given limited examples of his emotional process, and the examples we do have are under really dramatic circumstances that might make anyone behave erratically. My guess is Scorpio moon though. They’re loyal to their friends, and are good at picking up on how other’s feel. They’re observant and resourceful which allows them to land on their feet. They’re also somewhat moody, and don’t like being emotionally vulnerable unless pushed to the brink. I’ve noticed that many of them are touchy with the people they care about or they don’t understand personal space quite as well as others do. They’re also generally creative.

And for sun sign, I’m going with Leo. They’re hellbent on being themselves, and they genuinely don’t care who has a problem with it. They’re comfortable with attention, and are comfortable being a leader in a situation that garners them a lot of attention. Push comes to shove and they’re going to step up for their friends, even if they’re scared or complaining about it. They’re super entertaining and oftentimes theatrical. Whatever they’re doing though, they’re infectious. Leo suns definitely are the ones that are loyal enough to sacrifice themselves for the group too.

TL;DR In my professional opinion I think he’s a Leo sun, Scorpio moon, and Sagittarius rising. I could literally hypothesize character birth charts all day so I just had to throw my two cents in lmao 🤭

I can see what you can with someone of these points, so I’m not gonna undermine you. HOWEVER, maybe we need to do another study on Scorpios because I have yet to meet one who actually displays genuine loyalty, the majority I have met have proven to be quite manipulative and I’m not even joking lol though their level of self preservation is sometimes admirable.

BUT I WILL DIE ON THE SAGITARRIUS SUN HILL!

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"X fell first, Y fell harder," or, in James Beaufort's case, he fell first and harder. I mean, he literally got like .2 seconds of compassion from Ruby and boy dropped like a fucking stone.

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not rw but so I finally watched transformers one it was amazing and incredible and ough reminded me of my old transformers (prime) hyperfixation, haven't drawn this loser in years but somehow still remembered how to XD

he's so expressive and fun to draw istg

sketch from 9 years ago, comparing is fun:

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My entry for the SatoSho Discord Weekly Prompt: Just Friends