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The Hudson’s Bay Company, which built itself on the back of the genocide of the Canadian First Nations, is, in their final moments, auctioning off 4000 ‘acquired’ items. They even list these items as “beadwork, tools, carvings, clothing, snowshoes, and ceremonial objects. Many of these were obtained through trade or collected by employees working in remote posts and are of deep anthropological and cultural importance.”

‘Collected by employees.’ They mean taken btw.

So basically after 350 years of profiting off Canada’s Indigenous peoples, and introducing European disease through fur and blanket (like the one in this articles header image) trade, HBC continues squeezing out every little penny of profit that they can from the Canadian First Nations, instead of just, you know… giving these ‘culturally significant’ items back to their tribes. 😒😒

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Our Gentle Sins: Part 7

Dark!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

My god this header is ass but I was an emo kid what can I say

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Chapter summary: Past. Logan has a nightmare. Present. You have a nightmare.

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religous trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

EXTRA WARNING!!!!: Pretty graphic. Again, I cant and wont tag everything but I dont wanna throw you off.

2.3 words

Before

“Logan?”

Your voice broke through the noise, the sound of machine guns and children screaming and a bomb dropped in the distance but he heard you. Everything was disjointed, every war, just or unjust, melded into others. Nazi’s shot by WWI German troops, a confederate soldier beheading an English man, Indigenous tribes fighting alongside terrorists, a confusing group to say the least. Still, he heard you.

“Logan!”

You, standing in the middle of it all in a modest pink dress. You, pristine as if you were teaching a class but surrounded by blood and bodies and murdered innocents. You, who when he blinked, was covered in blood but not from bullets or beyonets or gunned up airplanes, but slashed up like Freddy Kruger was hopping his way into his dream. You were holding your stomach, scrambling to keep your guts inside yourself. He was trying to reach you, but hands pulled him back. He couldn’t see faces, but Logan knew they were the hands of all those he’d killed. In front of him, separating Logan from you now, were other. Scott, Charles, Jean, everyone who’d told him to stay away from you.

They aren’t helping you, they aren’t even trying. Instead, they just admonish Logan.

“See what you've done?” Jean asks, and Logan tries to push through.

“She’s bleeding! She needs help!” He screams and screams, watching as you fall to your knees, blood beginning to spill out your mouth. “I need to help her!”

Charles now, voice calm. “I think you’ve done enough.”

“No! I didn’t hurt her! I’d never hurt her! Please, Dolly! Dolly I’m coming!”

Scott, for some reason without his glasses. “We knew this would happen, we knew you couldn’t be trusted, Logan.”

“I wouldn’t hurt her! PLEASE! Just- Let me- DOLLY!!!”

You’ve collapsed, convulsing on the ground as you shout his name over and over again. Logan screams for you, using all his strength to try and get away, to help you, get you out of the war zone and to help, but the weight of the hands around him are too much. They pull and grasp and voices moan in agony behind him.

They pull him away from you.

“LOGAN! WAKE UP!”

Then his eyes are open, claws out and he’s scanning his dark bedroom for the danger, the danger he knows has to be there because why else would he be so fucking scared? But then he turns and he sees you, standing in the corner with your arms crossed over yourself and and he thinks back to the scene in his head where you were dying and Logan almost runs to you- but when he moves, he sees you flinch.

There is a long, long moment where the only thing breaking the silence were your ragged breaths and the pounding of blood in his ears, eyes inter looked in mutual fear. Logan looked at you like you were a spooked deer, even though it was him that felt an unyielding terror inside. You stood in PJ’s, and as his eyes adjusted he took in the new side of you, clothing revealing more than skin you didn’t show. You slept in a dress. Not pants and a top, not a dress meaning lingerie or something cute. Logan thinks for a moment of those outfits worn on the Amazonian Islands in the 70’s Wonder Woman show, how it was just lingerie. No, nothing like that. You just wore a dress, something akin to what he’d seen women wear more than 100 years ago, something a grandma would wear now, a skirt that went to the mid-shin.

Even in the privacy of your own bedroom, you weren’t free from the rhetoric. He bet you wore cotton panties.

You were the first to speak, voice soft and careful as if you weren’t the one shaking. “Are you… okay?”

You, sweet beautiful you, were concerned about him. He’d had a nightmare, because of course he had, of course he could never be free from all the before… but he was okay. 

“Yeah, I uh…” Logan ran a finger over his face, shaking off the tremors. “Nightmare.”

A little nod from your head, then your voice, barely audible. “I get them too.”

Of course you did. Of course a sweet wonderful little doll like you was plagued like this. 

Logan relaxes, shoulders slumping and he slides his legs over the side of the bed before burying his face in his hands. “I’ll kill him, you know.” He mumbles. “Just tell me anything, anything about him and I can track him down. Anything about you.”

The name you used wasn’t a real name. You’d chosen from some woman in the bible you admired, a jewish woman who used her beauty to seduce an enemy and slayed him. Judith was the subject of two Artemisia Gentileschi paintings, hence his familiarity. Logan wasn’t an art guy, but being the history teacher he’d had to brush up on his renaissance art. Your last name was fake too, something you and Charles drummed up and probably had some other religious significance, although he wasn’t religious enough to know. Maybe he’d ask Kurt. 

It’d all been faked and slapped on some ID’s no one would ever be able to tell weren’t real. Your new identity was sealed. Even if you left the school, you could go on. Charles had even faked an education degree and high school diploma when you promised to not use it to do anything you weren’t qualified for. Charles didn’t want you to be trapped at the school, and since the school had been your only option at the time, you’d been given a freedom to leave. This was more than your husband had ever done, keeping you trapped and helpless, not even knowing how to drive. 

All he needed was your real name, and he could track your husband down and bring his head on a platter like John the Baptist. Was that a Gentileschi painting, or was that Caravagio?

“I know.” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts like you had done with his nightmare. “Which is why I won’t tell you.”

When Logan looks up, he sees you still standing so far away from him, and chuckles dryly. “You scared of me now, doll face?”

You shake your head no, but it’s not as confident as he’d have liked.

“I’m in my pajamas. You’re shirtless in shorts. There’s a bed.”

His eyebrows rose at that. “You think I’d do something to you?”

This time, when you shake your head, it’s much firmer. “No. Absolutely not. It’s just… I was always taught to never be in a man’s bedroom… or I might bring something on myself, or it would lead me to sin, or, or there’s something about the appearance of sin… I dunno, it’s just considered improper.”

He let the words settle into his skin. Sometimes, loving you was like the women he’d loved, bedded, courted so long ago. Such a different time, a different world. Yet you were still so different. Back then, women were just waiting for someone to untether them, give them an out, run away. They craved that freedom, the liberty sex brings. Logan didn’t know what you craved. There was nothing inside you that said you wanted to scream, to be unhinged, to let go. You weren’t a bubble waiting to pop, you were simply happy to be as you were, dresses and all.

“I understand, Dolly. Thank you for uh, for waking me. But you should really just let me be, next time.” Flashes of Rogue all bloodied in his arms flattered across Logan’s memory. Kayla, scratched up before his bones became the weapon they are now.  “I might accidentally hurt you.”

Something he doesn’t recognize flashes on your face before you give a little nod. “Are you alright? I can go make you some tea?”

Part of Logan wanted to say yes, because he loved when you made him tea, but you looked tired. “No, thank you doll. I’m alright. Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting weird.”

“Thanks kinda my thing, isn’t it?” You smile just a little, making a bit of a face as you walk sideways towards the door. “Little homeschooled teen marriage weirdo?”

Logan’s eyes narrowed at your weird behavior, not turning your back to him, but he decided he didn’t need to question your every move.

“You’re not a weirdo. You’re one of the coolest people I know.”

You laugh at that, eyes bright as always, and slide out the door.

After

You scream. And scream. And scream, over and over again. There’s blood everywhere. Logan tore everyone you loved apart; your students, your fellow teachers, Scott, Jean, Kurt, Emma, Charles. Every single one was hacked to pieces. Logan pinned you to the ground, pounding into your cunt as if you were just a lifeless doll. You didn’t fight. You didn’t scream. Were you screaming before? You can’t remember now.

Lifeless you lay, head lulled to the side as Logan fucked you. There was blood coming out of your cunt, but you didn’t know how you knew that. Spread and prone and stretched you took what Logan gave you, his soft words grunting in your ear.

“Isn’t this better, doll? Not fighting? See, I can make it good for you. I can make you wet. You’re so wet for me, my little submissive dolly.” It wasn’t blood between your legs anymore, it was cum as an uncomfortable orgasm swelled through your body. Still, ever so still, you never moved. Remy lay next to you, unrecognizable outside of intuition as he’s just a pile of slashed flesh now.

“My perfect, lifeless doll.” You’re pliant in his hands.

Suddenly Scott is in front of you, a bodiless head , eyes gouged out of his face, nothing but bloody pits. Still he speaks.

“You did this.”

No. No you’d never-

“You’re dangerous. Violence follows you. You’re a grenade.”

It wasn’t you! It was Logan!

“It hasn’t always been Logan. But it’s always been you. You are the common denominator.”

You blink and it’s no longer the friends and family and children of your new life. It’s your mom and dad, siblings, in laws, everyone who meant something to you before. 

It’s your husband between your legs now, and you think there is nothing possible worse than this, nothing could be worse than him being back. Everything you went through, it’s never going to end. You’re dying. Maybe you’re dead because you’re watching from above now, your body on the ground and cold.

Your husband strokes your lifeless, compliant form. “The perfect wife.”

You’re back in your body, your mother lying next to you now. “Why couldn’t you just be good?”

You wake up to Remy shaking you.

His voice is an immediate calm, a recognition that he isn’t dead, he’s not a mass of gore on the floor while you’re being raped, killed for something you’ve done that you didn’t even know what. He’s alive.

“Remy!” You grab his shirt, pulling him to you and you don’t care that he’s a man half on your bed. He’s alive. Remy has often woken you from nightmares, his room right next to yours. Remy was closer, but Logan could hear you from further. Still, Remy was a light sleeper, so he usually got to you before Logan was aware.

Once you let go, Remy took several steps back, right up against the wall. This was something Remy did to prevent further anxiety. You trusted Remy fully, you never got an inkling that he wanted to fuck you or was playing the long game, just that he wanted to help you.

“They are getting worse again, pistache. It’s more often than when you first came here.”

You pull your blanket close to your chest even though you were fully covered. Remy slept in boxers, but he wore a robe around himself, something he bought after the first time he helped you through a nightmare. He came in in just his underwear and you were only three days into joining the school. Needless to say, seeing a man almost naked had scared the ever living hell out of you, so Remy bought a robe to cover up without having to waste time dressing. He was thoughtful like that. 

“I know, I know. I just… stress… I got the prom coming up, been a lot.”

Remy frowned, “Planning a high school dance shouldn’t trigger nightmares. Is this because of what happened at the ball?”

You wince. That memory was a lot, something that you didn’t like to think about. You doubted Scott did either, and if his jaw was ever the same. 

You took to long to answer, looking down at your blanket, so Remy continued. “I know that you and Logan have had… a falling out.” Your heart clenches at the words, heat flushing over your skin. Your blanket hid what you had been under loose clothing; a bump. You tuck your knees up so the blanket downs fall over your stomach. “I think he can fix it. You and him… well, I thought you’d get along before you ever met him. I brought your down stairs that first day because I’d seen him walking in, sent him to the store with you, sent him to have lunch… I think you two suit each other.” Remy gives you a smile. “You soften him. He protects you. It’s good for you both. Whatever it is, I think you can fix it. That’s all I’ll say.”

Remy stayed true to his word, not continuing about it… but you couldn’t help thinking how horrified he’d be if he found out what Logan did to you. He’s still gone, coming back any day now. Remy thought you softened him, and you suppose you did. For a while. 

You let Remy get you a snack, a little sweet treat to get the sick taste out of your mouth and cheer you up. He was kind, attentive, but the memory of him as nothing but a pile of slosh haunted you. Logan was dangerous. You were already worried about Scott prying where he didn’t need to, worrying about him getting himself killed, but now you think about Remy. What will he do when he learned Logan raped a baby into you?

Logan returns to his dolly next chapter! Next chapter we have 2 dances. Past, a ball Dolly put on because of the pride and prejuduce unit for her lit class, and presant she put on a sort of prom for the teenagers.

That chapter is where we get another HUGE chunk of dolly's past! the final bombwill be nearer to the end. I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts on what you think dollys secrets are!!! There was a hint this chapter!

Ideas for a poll is always welcome! as are songs for the playlist

I need to make a better cover pic now that ive gotten a feel for the series and its themes

If you've read Rooms on Fire or The Wrong Way, you know I tend to write a similar type for these dark series. Dolly, Little one and Madonna are all girly, quieter, feminine, submissive types. I hope that those whove read it all, because i know some people have read most things i put out, don find dolly boring. I think all three are unique in their own ways, and Dolly has her own things too, even if she's quiet and nervous

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Ooga Booga Choso, Shoko & Yuki: The Great Gas Chamber Incident

Previous Chapter: Ooga Booga Suguwu gets mated to Female Mowgli after Neanderthal BL Betrayal (Tumblr/Ao3)

Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies courting you with grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication. Just prehistoric buffoonery. A/N: OOGA BOOGA TRIBE, WE MEET AGAIN. 🦴🔥 Today, we answer the age-old question: What happens when the tribe idiot becomes the greatest breeding champion in history? This fic contains Neanderthal romance, scientific horrors, male manipulator (accidental), and the consequences of trusting a man with no thoughts, just vibes. If you think you’re ready for this chapter, you are not. 🔥 Shoko Experimenting Again (derogatory) Yuki Kidnaps a Man Just to See If She Can No graphic smut bcs I want to keep it general audience-friendly. Also, I'm thinking of doing more JJK characters in this AU & have added a new header below for who all I have in mind.

The tribe fears them.

Not in a "They are strong warriors" way.

Not in a "They are violent like Sukuna" way.

Not even in a "They throw rocks like Toji’s wife" way.

No.

The tribe fears them because they are insane.

---

Yuki is too powerful.

She fights men for sport.

She picks up large boulders just to see if she can.

She disappears into the mountains for moons and returns with new ideas that make no sense.

One time, she tried to tame a mammoth.

One time, she tried to train a bird to deliver messages.

One time, she tried to invent "thinking."

The tribe does not trust her.

---

Shoko is also powerful.

Not with violence.

Not with weapons.

But with science.

One time, she bled a man just to see what happened.

One time, she collected mushrooms and fed them to Gojo just to see if they were dangerous.

(They were. He screamed for three suns.)

One time, she set a man’s broken arm, but before fixing it, she broke his other one so they’d match.

The tribe does not trust her either.

---

Yuki and Shoko have one issue.

They are both unmated.

They are both feared.

And they are both very interested in the same person.

A poor, unfortunate soul who is not ready for this nightmare

---

He does not want this.

He is not special.

He is not strong.

He is just a normal man trying to live.

And now?

Now he is being hunted.

By two of the most terrifying women in the tribe.

---

The hunt begins when the man wakes up to Yuki sitting outside his cave.

Just sitting.

Smiling. Waiting.

This is bad.

Then he turns his head and sees Shoko also sitting there.

Grinning.

This is worse.

He panics. (Why?)

Yuki grins wider. (Mate.)

Shoko tilts her head. (Experiment.)

The man whimpers.

---

Yuki lifts him effortlessly. (Strong mate. Make strong baby.)

The man squirms. (No. Put me down.)

Yuki grins. (No. I carry.)

She starts running with him.

The man screams.

The tribe watches.

Nanami sips water. (Unfortunate.)

Suguru’s feral mate cheers. (Woman too strong.)

Gojo cackles. (Yuki fastest hunter.)

Toji grins. (That boy dead.)

---

After Yuki drops him (too hard) back in his cave, Shoko leans over him.

She pokes his arm. (Hmmm. Bones strong. Good for future study.)

The man whimpers. (No study. Just man.)

Shoko grins. (No. Man is mystery. Need to learn.)

She pulls out mystery herbs.

The man screams.

Shoko tilts her head. (Why scared? I am healer.)

The man crawls away. (No. You both nightmare.)

---

The tribe is invested.

Gojo and Toji are taking bets.

Sukuna is laughing.

Nanami sighs. (This happens too much.)

Suguru’s feral mate is rolling in the dirt. (This funny.)

Toji and Sukuna’s mates grunt at him. (Accept courting.)

Meanwhile, Nanami and Gojo’s mates are busy chasing Suguru with a lizard the size of his body.

(Suguru is scared of Komodo dragons. He will take revenge by inventing dragon myths to get future generations to hate them too.)

---

One night, the man runs.

He sprints into the forest.

He thinks he is free.

But then—

He hears footsteps.

Fast. Heavy. Coming closer.

He turns.

Yuki is there.

Grinning.

Holding a big rock.

And behind her?

Shoko.

Holding mystery herbs.

The man screams.

And that?

That is the moment he realizes there is no escape.

Because Yuki and Shoko have chosen him.

And when Yuki and Shoko choose something…

They never let it go.

---

Choso is an idiot.

Not a normal idiot.

Not a fun idiot like Gojo.

Not a dangerous idiot like Sukuna.

No.

He is the tribe idiot.

No one listens to him.

No one takes him seriously.

He is Choso.

Choso’s life is simple.

He eats.

He hunts.

He sits by the fire and stares into the void.

He grunts things like, “Water is just sky that fell down,” and the tribe laughs at him.

He grunts, “What if fire is alive and we are its food?” and the elders banish him from meetings.

Once, he got his head stuck in a hollow tree for three days.

No one helped.

They left him there.

Because he is Choso.

Because he is the tribe idiot.

And yet—

Somehow—

These women want him.

But he’s not scared of the two chasing him.

He’s more scared of the one returning tomorrow from the forest.

Not because she’s strong.

Not because she’s insane.

No.

Because whatever she says is final command for Yuki and Shoko.

Not because she’s manipulative.

But because Shoko and Yuki are loyal beyond belief to her—and will slaughter tribes in her name if asked.

And after months of trying to mate, they’ve figured out they can’t get pregnant without a man in the equation.

---

You are part of a mission.

A sacred mission.

A desperate mission.

Because you, Yuki, and Shoko want babies.

And Choso is the only man left.

Toji? Unhygienic.

Gojo? Too stupid.

Suguru? Insane and running a cult.

Nanami? Too smart to be tricked.

Sukuna? No.

Plus, the you and the others respect their mates and have bonded over hunting and eating with them.

That leaves Choso.

Sweet, stupid, harmless Choso.

He is strong.

He is healthy.

He is cute.

He is so dumb he won’t even question what’s happening.

He is perfect.

---

You prepare a plan.

You and the girls bathe and wear your best furs.

You approach Choso by the tribe fire.

He is sitting, staring at a rock like it holds the meaning of life.

You clear your throat. (Choso. Mate us.)

Choso blinks. (Huh?)

Yuki crosses her arms. (Make us pregnant.)

Shoko readies the stone to bonk him.

He runs away.

---

Choso is suffering.

Not in a normal way.

Not in a “I stepped on sharp rock” way.

Not even in a “Suguru is preeching again” way.

No.

He is suffering in a “three women are trying to mate him and he does not know why” way.

Choso has never been taken seriously.

Not by the tribe.

Not by the elders.

Not by anyone.

He is Choso.

The tribe idiot.

The man who once ate dirt because he wanted to know if it tasted different than mud.

(For the record, it did not.)

So when three women—the most unhinged, scariest women in the valley—suddenly start courting him?

He panics.

---

You, Yuki, and Shoko decide to be subtle.

(You are not subtle.)

You bring him food.

He thinks you poisoned it.

You praise his hunting.

He immediately assumes you’re mocking him.

You touch his arm.

He runs.

It’s painfully difficult.

Because Choso is tsundere.

Choso does not trust you.

Choso thinks you’re lying.

Choso thinks this is a prank.

(Once, Gojo told him rocks could lay eggs, and he believed it for two years.)

So when you grunt, “Choso, we want to mate you,” he just—

Squints.

Crosses his arms. (Why?)

You blink. (What do you mean, why?)

(Why me? I am... Choso.)

You and the others stare at each other.

How do you explain this?

That every other man is taken?

That you need babies?

That you chose him because he’s strong, kind, and secretly a good man?

That you think he’s attractive?

Yuki sighs. (Choso. We like you.)

Choso blushes. (…Lies.)

Shoko rolls her eyes. (We want you.)

Choso blushes harder. (…Joke?)

You grab his face. Squish his cheeks. (We. Want. Your. Babies.)

Choso short-circuits.

---

It takes days.

Days of breaking his tsundere defenses.

Of feeding him.

Of dragging him into your warmth.

Of kissing him until he understands you’re serious.

Then, one night by the fire—

Choso gives in.

Choso accepts his fate.

Choso breeds all three of you.

---

Four moons later, Choso wakes up.

Looks at you.

Looks at Yuki.

Looks at Shoko.

Looks at his entire life decisions.

Smiles.

---

At first, no one notices.

Then Nanami does.

Nanami—who already has a pregnant mate—recognizes the signs.

He stares at Choso.

Then at you, Yuki, and Shoko, who are eating an entire bull by yourselves.

Then at Choso again.

And then—

Nanami just nods. (Smart.)

Choso is confused.

Then—

Other men start noticing.

And the questions begin.

Gojo squints. (Wait. Wait. You’re telling me... Choso... is the father?)

Toji crosses his arms. (You telling me Choso... did what we could not?)

Sukuna wheezes. (Impossible. He is... Choso.)

Suguru, eyes dark, voice serious grunts.—(What are your secrets?)

Choso sweats.

Because he has no secrets.

He does not know how this happened.

And yet—

Now, every man in the tribe wants to know his ways.

---

Choso is confused.

Not in a “why rock hard but water soft?” way.

Not even in a “why do people laugh when I talk?” way.

No.

He’s confused in a “how did I breed three women in one night?” way.

It had started when Yuki grabbed him by the shoulders and sat him down. (Choso. We mate. Now.)

Choso paniced. (Wait. No think. Must prepare—)

Shoko pushes him onto the furs. (You will be fine.)

Choso does not think he’ll be fine.

He has no experience.

He’s only been kissed once before.

(And that was because Ino tripped and accidentally kissed his forehead.)

You sit beside him, tilting your head. (Why scared? You strong.)

Choso blinks. (…Strong?)

Yuki grins. (Yes. Strong. Big. Healthy. Good for making big babies.)

You trace your fingers over his stomach; your gaze reverant.

Choso is feeling many thoughts.

The tribe laughs at him.

The tribe calls him stupid.

But you three see him.

You want him.

And now?

He’s flustered beyond reason.

Choso grunts. (Okay. I do it.)

The problem?

Choso doesn’t know how to mate.

He’s too careful.

Too gentle.

Too soft.

Yuki scoffs. (Faster.)

Choso freezes. (Faster?)

Shoko rolls her eyes. (Stronger.)

Choso stares.

Stronger???

Faster???

You squint at him. (You scared?)

Choso gasps. (SC—SCARED?? ME?? NO!!!)

And that?

That’s when everything goes wrong.

To prove his strength, Choso panics.

And goes too hard.

Too fast.

Too strong.

Shoko chokes.

Yuki wheezes.

You lose your breath. (WHAT THE FU—)

Choso doesn’t stop.

He’s in warrior mode.

Sweat drips.

Muscles flex.

His tsundere brain shuts off.

He doesn’t slow down.

He’s determined.

And in his panic-fueled, idiot-brained logic—

He accidentally breeds all three of you in one night.

---

Next day, Choso wakes up.

You, Yuki, and Shoko are asleep beside him.

Choso stares at the ceiling.

Processing.

Then—

Choso realizes what he’s done.

Choso panics.

Choso sits up, looks at his hands, and grunts—(…Too strong.)

---

Now everyone in nearby tribes knows.

But his own tribe is confused.

Because somehow—

Someway—

Choso has achieved what no other man could.

And he’s harassed daily for a ted talk on mating, because Nanami refuses to give one.

Gojo stares at him. (You. Got. Three. Women. Pregnant. At. The. Same. Time?? Tell me. I’ll give you shiny rocks.)

Toji crosses his arms. (How. I’ll give you cooked meat.)

Suguru grips his spear, staring into his soul—(Tell me your secrets.)

Sukuna wheezes. (Lies. Impossible. My cousin is stupid.) Then drags him aside. (Keep it in the family. Tell me.)

Choso doesn’t know his “secrets.”

Choso doesn’t know how this happened.

Choso just wanted to prove he was strong.

And now?

Now he’s the greatest breeding champion in the valley.

---

Choso is not free.

He thought he was strong.

He thought he was a warrior.

He thought he was a man of power, a man of legend, a man who had won.

But no.

Choso is none of these things.

Because Choso has three pregnant mates.

And now?

Now Choso is a servant.

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Choso wakes up at dawn.

Immediately, he is given orders.

Yuki grunts first. (GO. BRING FOOD. BIG FOOD. IF FOOD NOT BIG, I EAT YOU.)

Shoko grunts second. (ALSO BRING HERBS. STRONG HERBS. MAY KILL YOU. MAY NOT.)

You grunt last. (BRING FLOWERS. PRETTY FLOWERS.)

Choso blinks. (…Why flowers?)

You grin. (BECAUSE I WANT.)

Choso sighs. (Okay.)

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Choso returns with meat.

Yuki squints. (NOT BIG ENOUGH.)

Choso looks at the giant animal carcass he dragged back. (IT VERY BIG.)

Yuki grunts aggressively. (NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR ME AND BABY. GO FIND MAMMOTH.)

Choso internally screams.

Shoko walks up, sniffs the herbs he gathered. (SOME OF THESE CAN KILL A MAN.)

Choso nods. (YOU SAID STRONG HERBS.)

Shoko grins. (GOOD. I TEST LATER.)

Choso internally screams again.

You approach, holding the flowers he picked.

You smile. (Pretty. Good mate.)

Choso melts.

He is weak for you.

He has lost all dignity.

But if you are happy, then maybe this suffering is worth it.

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Sukuna the Menace appears.

Sukuna squints at Choso’s suffering.

Sukuna grins.

Sukuna sees opportunity.

(HOW SAD. CHOSO NO MAN. CHOSO ONLY SERVANT NOW.)

Choso grunts back. (I AM MAN.)

Sukuna laughs. (NO. YOU IS LITTLE WOMAN. YOU DO AS TOLD. YOU RUN LIKE DOG.)

Choso grumbles.

Sukuna grins wider. (WHERE YOUR HONOR? WHERE YOUR STRENGTH? OH WAIT—YOU HAVE NONE.)

Sukuna snickers, fully entertained.

Then—

Then he makes a mistake. (WHAT NEXT? YOU MAKE FLOWER CROWN? YOU BEG FOR SCRAPS LIKE GOJO?)

Sukuna is smug.

Sukuna is evil.

Sukuna does not expect what happens next.

The pregnant army strikes back.

Yuki steps forward first. (SUKUNA.)

Sukuna blinks.

Yuki tilts her head. (YOU TALK BIG FOR A MAN WHO CAN’T HUNT WITHOUT HELP.)

Sukuna grunts. (I HUNT ALONE.)

Yuki grins. (NO. Your Mate hunts. You carry it back. Pretend.)

The tribe gasps.

Sukuna scowls. (LIES.)

Shoko steps forward next. (HMMM. I THINK SUKUNA NOT STRONG. I THINK SUKUNA JUST LOUD.)

Sukuna grits his teeth. (I AM STRONGEST.)

Shoko tilts her head. (STRONGEST? NO. IF STRONGEST, WHY YOU NO BATHE YOURSELF?)

Sukuna freezes.

The tribe gasps harder.

Sukuna’s own mate snickers from a rock, not helping.

Yuki smirks. (MAYBE SUKUNA JUST… NOT GOOD ENOUGH.)

Shoko nods. (YES. NOT GOOD ENOUGH. SAD.)

Sukuna glowers.

Then—

Then you step forward.

Sukuna braces for insult.

But you just look at him.

(…You lonely, huh?)

Silence.

Sukuna squints.

You tilt your head. (Want flower?)

Sukuna blinks.

Sukuna’s own mate is laughing.

Toji and Nanami’s mates are gossiping nearby, entertained.

Gojo and Suguru are throwing small rocks at him.

Nanami and Toji are drinking from a coconut, pretending to be gentlemen at a cricket match, but they are squating on the floor, and their loincloth barley covers anything.

Sukuna is realizing he has lost.

Sukuna leaves in shame.

Sukuna grumbles.

Sukuna’s mate does not follow.

Instead, she keeps gossiping with Toji’s mate.

(HE DESERVED THAT.)

Toji’s mate grins. (OH, ABSOLUTELY.)

Nanami’s mate nods. (FINALLY, PEACE.)

Sukuna sits alone, questioning his life.

Meanwhile—

Choso looks at his mates.

At his terrifying, powerful, unhinged, protective wives.

And for the first time in moons, he realizes—

He does not mind being a servant.

Because at least he is not Sukuna.

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A few moons later, Choso returns with fresh kill to the cave.

His cave.

His home.

His sanctuary.

And the first thing he smells is death.

Not normal death.

Not “I hunted and skinned a beast today” death.

Not even “Gojo forgot to wash and now the river smells like wet idiot” death.

No.

This is worse.

This is something unholy.

Choso steps inside.

His three mates are on their backs.

Groaning.

Miserable.

Pale.

Like they’ve fought a battle and lost.

Like the gods themselves cursed them.

They grumble in turns.

They fart in turns.

It’s organized.

It’s a system.

Choso freezes.

Denial comes first.

Maybe they ate something bad.

Maybe they’re cursed.

Maybe Shoko did something again.

But no.

Shoko turns her head, stares at him with dead eyes, and grunts. (You.)

Choso blinks. (…Me?)

Yuki groans. (Your fault.)

You burp aggressively.

Choso squints.

What?

What did he do?

His mates groan like dying animals.

The cave is a war zone.

The air is unbreathable.

The tribe will never let him live this down.

As they grumble, fart, and roll onto their sides, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns, Choso is greeted by a wall of stench so potent it nearly knocks him backward.

You three are taking turns, as if it’s a competition.

One of you lets out a low, rumbling blast, and the other two groan in unison.

Choso stares, his expression a mix of horror and disbelief. (What going?)

Shoko looks up with watery eyes. (Choso… bad. The worst.)

Yuki clutches her stomach. (We’re cursed, my wives. Cursed by the gods.)

You point a shaky finger at Choso’s loins. (It was… that beast.) You manage to grunt before another fart escapes, shaking the ground beneath you.

His mates are suffering.

Not from pregnancy.

Not from sickness.

But from something far worse.

Gas.

Choso didn’t make a new generation of warriors.

He didn’t become the tribe’s strongest breeder.

He didn’t leave a legacy of power.

No.

He gave you three gas.

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A/N: If you guys don't want Choso in poly, I can give Shoko & Yuki their own readers (could be male, gay, or GN) if you want. So let me know. I will be doing Hiromi next, but due to lack of engagement, I will no longer update this fic on here & It will be updated directly on Ao3, so you may subscribe to it there to be mailed about future updates.

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[patriottruth]

12/29/2024 Update: March on Washington, D.C. January 3-5, 2025!!!

Hello, everyone, and thank you so much to everyone who's involved in this fight to protect and save all democracies and free people's in the world from a second donald j. trump presidency where he's clearly aligned with the dictators of the world to give all of Europe to putin and actually attempt to take Mexico, Canada, Panama, and Greenland by force.

But all hope isn't lost. The Marc Elias situation has gone to some really weird places, so he may decide he's not going to help at all. The Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington (CREW) situation is still strong. I've teamed up with Jessica Denson (a woman who defeated donald trump in court on behalf of herself and a bunch of other abused donald trump staff/employees) and she's teamed up with Laurence Tribe, Glenn Kirschner, CREW and Noah Bookbinder, John Bonifaz, and every constitutional scholar and law expert she can find via her "Lights On!" YouTube and Bluesky presence.

Jessica Denson put out a call for help to organize class action civil litigation and organized marches last weekend. NOWMARCH.ORG is the result of that call for help. Everything is coming together really fast. If you can make it to Washington, D.C. during January 3-5, 2025, this is your chance to make your voice heard in person to encourage Congress to enforce Section 3 of the 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution on donald trump and j.d. vance to keep them out of office. If you can't make it in person, there will be online opportunities to make your voice heard.

I've been working Democratic House Leader Hakeem Jeffries Bluesky feed to inform everyone there about Section 3/14A, the truth about the SCOTUS Anderson ruling, and the January 3-5, 2025 march and call to action for days as well as working the overall Bluesky membership to get the word out to as many people as possible since I took a hiatus from Tumblr on November 27th.

As to the question on why this hasn't gotten traction on more social media accounts here on Tumblr and on Instagram, Facebook, and the like; this movement has been criticized as being a protest against the peaceful transfer of power. It's not a protest against a peaceful transfer of power; it's a protest to demand that both houses of Congress do as SCOTUS informed donald trump, in their unanimous Anderson ruling on 3/4/2024, that he must have done in order to be legally elected as President of the United States.

Due to everything I'm trying to accomplish over on Bluesky, I'm time-limited here at the moment, but I wanted to give everyone an update now that there's something big to announce.

You can find me on Bluesky as Truth2TheRescue. You'll recognize the header and avatar as me. There's a lot of information over there that I don't have the time to copy and paste over here at the moment. Every moment that ticks by is getting us all closer to a donald trump disaster, so I'm focusing all my time where I can try and do as much good as possible. Thanks again to everyone here on Tumblr for all you've done and all you're doing for literally the sake of all democracies and free peoples of the world. I hope to see you all over on Bluesky if you're so inclined.

I'm tagging some fans of entertainers who supported Harris/Walz so they don't miss this last chance opportunity to have their voices heard.

May love never fail us. May love envelop, protect and guide us. May love win this fight against the hatred that threatens to divide and conquer all democracies and free peoples of the world.

[chakotaybodypillow]

Topics for my Chakotay research!! :D

Before I fully dive into everything I have about Chakotay I want to create and share my sort of headers or what I plan to discuss so yall have an idea of what I’ll be discussing the following weeks :D I may or may not follow this to a tee. I have tried over the years to create a document organizing my thoughts. But there is always so much to consider and it's forever changing. Especially now his background region is specified.

If there is anything in here that is not addressed that you would like me to cover, please let me know! I'll let you know whether or not its something included deeper in the text or if its something I've not yet considered. If that's the case my dms are open and we can discuss it :)

The Al-lore of Chakotay

1: Self Introduction

-How Chakotay made me consider “self” and “others” in the real world and in media.

2: Prodigy and the Nicarao

-The research and the why -The Greater Nicoya -The petroglyphs -Further thoughts and questions

3: The wrongdoings of Chakotay

-Negative stereotypes -Inaccurate cultural portrayals -intro to fixing this within canon? (statement or kinda thesis idk)

4: My past research for a “tribe”

-The research and the why -The Maya -The Lancandon -Q’eqchi

5: Considering the cards we were dealt

-The issue with Trebus -A realistic look at Trebus -Trebus within the Star Trek realm -Tying together the loose ends (how it works for his story/issues in community)

6: Considering the cards we were dealt part 2

-Chakotay's identity as told (issues with his “identity”/the Ladino) -The issues with the destruction of Trebus -Posing some questions (futurism for poc) -Further and final thoughts on fixing him within canon (chronological issues)

7: Exploring Chakotay 1 (Important themes to potentially explore)

-Chakotay's story and immigration -Chakotay's story and “Nepantla” -Chakotay's story and exploring self identity -Chakotay's story and generational trauma

8: Exploring Chakotay 2

-Chakotay through the eyes of the creators and actor

9: Final thoughts!!

-readings (completed/planned/currently reading)

PART 2: Headcanons for background story!!

1: From canon to beta-canon to headcanon (separating and combining the 3)

-the definitions and the how they work  -personal thoughts on how it works  

2: Character Bible

-super basic info on almost all characters

3: Life on Trebus

-Explanation on why I stay vague -Friends/family -Complications within these circles

4: The Academy

-Deeper intro to characters -1st year -2nd year -3rd year -4th year

5: 1st command (Uss Gettysburg)

-Deeper intro to characters -basic info

6: 2nd command (Uss Vico)

-Deeper intro to characters -basic info (segway to side mission)

7: 2nd command part 2 (the trip back home)

-catching up with characters -basic info 

8: 2nd command part 3

-um.. Kinda fuzzy here but intro to my plans for his return from leave

9: 3rd command (“shore” duty/admin at the academy)

-catching up/intro for characters -basic info

10: 4th/5th duty assignments

-yeah this is a bit fuzzy too but i’ll explain ok  -basic info

11: 6th command (Uss Merrimac)

-don't hate but kinda fuzzy too :( BUT I KNOW THE GENERAL DIRECTION OF ALL OF THESE :(

-basic info

12: The beginning to the maquis

-again…don't hate, but i have important ideas for characters lol

I know this makes me look INSANE but this has been something I’ve thought about for a very long time, maybe like 15 years :/ Its been through a lot in my head and on paper but through my art i’ve been able to generate ideas and a direction i want his character to go. I will state this probably a million times more as I type out my ideas, but the headcanons I include, i dont expect that it will align with everyones ideas and speculations with his story and i dont expect everyone to agree with my opinions. We all view chakotay differently and i'm perfectly ok with that. I do this to give others a different perspective on chakotay and his potential. To show that he is interesting. Also to maybe provide anyone with a more “thorough” background story and development for him. Also for any artist or fanfiction authors out there that want to include any of my work in their own, please feel free!! This is for everyone! Its the reason i do it :D anyways i hope i can share all of these thoughts in full before school starts but idk. Some may come in different formats like videos or art so stay tuned!

I will do my best to link my sources as I post but for now here are just a few videos to watch when considering Chakotay and his ethnicity:

this one is a animated retelling of the Maya creation story from the Popol Vuh : ) this ones a fun watch :D

[disneyprincessabby]

How Not to Date a Demigoddess by DisneyPrincessAbby Maui promised Moana he wouldn’t meddle, and he wasn’t meddling! Spying on your best friend while she was on a date didn’t count as meddling, right? Or, Maui is a love-struck idiot, and tries to sabotage Moana’s evening with a potential suitor.

Happy 13th day of Wayfinder February! This was so much fun to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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Two weeks had passed since Moana and her crew returned from Motufetu, breaking Nalo’s curse and reconnecting the people of the sea as well as bringing along many new tribes to Motunui’s shores.

Even Maui stuck around this time. “Someone’s gotta help you with your new powers, Curly!” he had reasoned at the time, beaming with pride. Moana was thankful her best friend was planning on staying, at least for a little while. Dealing with everything that happened on Motufetu would be much easier with him around, she hoped.

Moana wanted desperately to tell her parents the truth about what exactly happened on this journey; how it had changed her so drastically, but whenever she tried, she was either interrupted, or her parents had a different topic of conversation in mind:

Marriage.

She had been told of the expectations set upon her as the future chief of Motunui since she was a child; find a husband, produce an heir, securing their bloodline and the future of their people. While her parents had always encouraged her to think about her future a little more seriously, the young way finder was thankful they weren’t nearly as forceful as they could have been.

Her Gramma Tala had told her how much pressure her late grandfather had put on her father to marry when she was a little girl. “If your father hadn’t fallen for your mother, your grampa was going to arrange a marriage for him by his seventeenth birthday!” Gramma had told her once, crinkling her brows at the memory.

Moana was incredibly grateful her parents hadn’t decided to arrange a marriage for her; when and if she did marry, she wanted it to be with someone she loved and who loved her in return; like her mother and father had.

If only the one man she truly loved felt the same way about her.

Read the rest of it here!!

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Thanks @cartoonjessie for the beautiful Header image!!

Also, thanks @zabchan for the tittle suggestion!!

(Also, huge shout out to my best friend Darquise for beta reading this and helping me brainstorm ideas along the way! I love and appreciate you so much bestie!!)

[quillthrillswriting]

i'm writing in jealous aang AND a sparring scene in the upcoming ch of "the teenager in the iceberg"- y'all kataang stans are eating GOOOOODDD 🤭

in order to placate you lovelies, enjoy a couple short & sweet excerpts!!!

also, i love the way that tiny aang in the header looks like he's desperately trying to seperate jet and katara 😭🤍

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Sokka rose, crossing his arms as his expression shifted to anger. “The traps are Fire Nation. You can tell from the metalwork- no other tribes can achieve seams this flawless without the aid of a Firebender that can bend blue flame.”

Aang’s nose wrinkled as he gently landed next to Katara. “What do the firebenders want with these forest animals?”

“We won’t be sticking around long enough to find out.” Sokka said decisively as the three began to walk back to where they’d left Appa. “As the leader, I say we get walking AQAP.”

Katara raised an eyebrow. “AQAP?”

“It means As Quickly As Possible.” Sokka recited the acronym as if it was obvious. “It’s a more efficient method of communication. I call them ‘short-word-quick-talkers.’ Trust me, they’re gonna be very popular.”

Katara and Aang side-eyed one another sceptically before falling into step behind Sokka. 

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Katara bent a stream of water from the bottle strapped to her hip, then carefully sent a water-whip straight for their fire, silently proud at how much her late-night practice sessions had allowed her to improve. “Who says you’re qualified to be the boss, all of a sudden?”

“I’m not the boss, I’m the leader.”

Katara scoffed incredulously. “You’re the leader?”

“Naturally.” Sokka puffed out his chest like a peacock pigeon. “I’m the oldest.”

Aang raised an eyebrow, grinning teasingly. “Sokka, I’ve been around for over a century. I have training robes that are older than you.”

Sokka deflated slightly, his shoulders slouching before he managed a retort. “Well, I’m wiser, then. And I have instincts.”

“Ooh, instincts.” Katara wiggled her fingers at him, her voice filled with fake awe. “Please, oh wise leader, share with us your wisdom.”

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

“Down you go,” Jet grinned, self-satisfied and authoritative in his stance. Katara beamed back, her lips parted in an amazed expression, while Aang and Sokka’s features quickly settled into irritation. Before long, an archer and a few other kids dropped from the trees surrounding them, and both Aang and Katara jumped into the fray in response alongside the mismatched gang of weapon-slinging kids. Sokka joined in, his irritation visibly rising as Jet took down each soldier before Sokka could even get close to being in range.

“You snooze you loose, man,” Jet shrugged, his hooks snagging on a man who had been about to grab Katara. “Apologise to the lady.” He smirked, then kicked the man hard, dropping him to the side.

“I had her,” Aang grumbled under his breath, occupied with bending currents of wind to sweep soldiers out of the clearing. Katara furrowed her brow at Aang’s irritation, but decided to note it as something to ask about later. Finally, the remaining soldiers scampered out of the clearing in retreat, their shouts and yelps echoing through the forest. Katara still couldn’t take her eyes off of Jet. He sauntered over to her, a roguish grin on his face as he spoke.

“Hey.” He tossed his hair as he said it, his grin directed entirely at her now, and Katara felt a soft blush spread across her cheeks as she looked up at him. She broke her gaze only to check that Aang and Sokka were okay, and as she looked across the field to Aang…

Was she imagining it, or was his jaw clenching? Was she imagining it, or was his normally approachable expression shifting into a deadpan stare?

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

His gaze flicked from Jet to Katara, to the brush brushing her cheeks, the soft smile of her full lips. He was hit by the thought that he wanted to be there, next to her, in Jet’s place.

What was it about Katara that made Aang feel as though he could only breathe when she was around? 

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Katara was too caught up in her Jet-related nerves to notice the way that Aang’s breathing was coming more quickly, that his fists were quickly clenching and unclenching. She walked towards Aang, who was joined by Sokka, only for Aang’s eyes to flit away every time they met hers. She reached out an arm reflexively, her hand lightly brushing Aang’s bicep as her brow furrowed in concern.

“Are you alright?”

His eyes flashed with something she couldn’t quite read, and his jaw clenched before he spoke. “I’m sorry, Katara, I just… I need a minute. My judgement is…impaired, right now."

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

He hesitated a moment before continuing. “Would you… would you care to join me for sparring practice, tomorrow morning? Might help you feel a bit safer next time you need to face off against Fire Nation swine.”

Katara smiled back. “I’d like that.” Jet continued to regale her with stories of all he and his fighters had accomplished as of late, but Katara found herself distracted, her gaze wandering over his shoulder every now and then.

It was not lost on her that Aang’s light had stayed on and his curtains drawn until Jet had returned her to her room for the night.

♥ if you want to stick around for this ch to drop, feel free to head over to the work here! ->

[datastate]

[ID: A header of Kai leaning into Mr. Chidouin's embrace as he smokes. They are sitting on a porch against a sunset background. END ID.]

⊱ JESTER /TOBIAS — 20 ⊹ SE/HIR ⊹ FILIPINO ⊹ ARTIST/WRITER

— TRANS WOMEN OF COLOR COLLECTIVE — DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS — WORLD CENTRAL KITCHEN

hello, hello! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ the name's jester - or tobias! i adore coulro of all sorts, pandas, dragons, and have longstanding interests in technology soft/hardware, criminal organizations, as well as asian culture, history, and language!

alongside eng, i understand fil/esp well enough & am always down for media recs! i'm currently learning japanese as well; though i am much less fluent, the same offer applies even if there's no translation! so don't worry 🫶

speaking of, i appreciate every single comment/ask/etc. - i love getting the chance to interact w you all, even if it takes me a bit longer to get to them these days <3

[ID: A Hollow Knight divider separating the text. END ID.]

⊱ ART — FARESONG ⊱ WRITING — DATASTATE ⊱ DISCORD — DATASTATE & [YTTD SERVER]

CURRENT FIXATION: YOUR TURN TO DIE CURRENTLY PLAYING: JUDGEMENT (RGG) CURRENTLY READING: NABARI NO OU

▸ HOLLOW KNIGHT — dreamers & companions, five knights, thk, moth tribe, mask maker

▸ YTTD — asunaro (kai & michiru), satous & chidouins, yabusames, kizuchis

▸ YAKUZA — haruka sawamura & daigo dojima, saki nakahara, lihua & xiaoqiao, goro majima

▸ NINTENDO — tribes of darkness & ancients (spm), doopliss & vivian (ttyd), nastasia & mimi (spm), pixl queen (spm)

▸ APOTHECARY DIARIES — maomao, aduo & fengming, lishu, loulan, gaoshun

▸ MISC — susie, queen, seam & jevil (deltarune); amaterasu (ōkami); clover & snake (999); sirius gibson & claire elford (witch's heart); feys & godot (ace attorney); ryuzaki (death note)

[ID: A gif of a small, plush panda spinning around. END ID.]

▸ last updated: feb 25, 2025◂

[frozenjokes]

Hermitdragons Masterpost (Wings of Fire x Hermitcraft/Third Life AU)

Grainshifter (Grian) was born to the Nightwings under one full moon, giving him the power to read minds. However, as fortold by Nightwing seers, he also possesses animus magic, a power that the Nightwings will use to bring their tribe into greater glory, becoming Watchers that feed off the strong emotions of the other dragon species, particularly fear. When Grainshifter attends Jade Mountain Academy in disguise as a Skywing called Grian, the Watchers take notes, and years later they surprise him with his very own death game featuring all his friends.

hello hello! this fic is on hiatus, and while I would like to finish it one day, it is my first foray into fic writing basically ever, and my writing has improved dramatically since a year ago when I started to write this. It’s been a while since I’ve reread this, but I have been told it’s good! lol. However! There’s still a lot of content (70k words and SO MUCH ART) so let’s get into it!

Fic One - Ruler of Everything

After Grian betrays Nightwatcher secrets to one of his best friends, Scar, he is punished by the Nightwatchers and placed into a death game with all of his past friends from the academy. However, there are two dragons he does not know; Scott, a Seawing who seems mostly normal, and Martyn, a dragon whose mind he can not read at all. Whose mind no one can read. Whose body can not be manipulated by animus magic. Soon, it is clear that Grian is not the only dragon here that is being punished.

Fic Two - Mechanical Hands (this fic does not exist but in theory it would after the first)

Grian comes to terms with his relationship with the Nightwatchers, finally realizing and accepting that they do not love him, and only want to use him. He teams up with Martyn in a shared goal of destroying animus magic, but a massive problem still stands; they’re both still stuck in these death games. And their friends are still under the Nightwatchers’ magical control. As the games go on, things are starting to feel hopeless, but revealing the secret of Martyn’s immunity to animus magic that he has so desperately tried to keep might just be the solution these trapped dragons need to escape.

Beyond these summaries, I’m going to try and keep these story explanations brief, however, if you’re interested is All Of The Art + commentary + more story explored through the art, then you can keep reading under the cut :) also just as a warning there is a lot of undetailed cartoon blood below

Designs

before writing, these were my first pass of most of the designs in the series! As you can probably tell from the references of the main three characters at the top, Scar, Grian, and even Martyn have changed quite a bit, and if I ever return to this series, other designs will probably change as well. Except Joel and Bdubs. Those are peak. The biggest change from these designs, is that Jimmy is not actually a dragon in this fic!(which is why I included the third picture with him, Scott, and Grian) He is super human, and he dies first for A REASON. He just looks the way canon Jimmy does, minus the wings.

Full Pieces

I made two fully rendered pieces for this fic. To the left is a scene from the academy where Pearl, Ren, and BigB are play fighting in the mountains while Grian and Scar watch. Grian is very uptight in the academy, struggling socially, and his friends, painfully aware Grian comes from a bad home situation and possibly raised in a cult, are trying to help him relax and have a nice time in school while he has the chance.

On the right is a scene from far into the death game, where Scar is overtaken by the magic of his red life, and is threatening to force Grian to kill all three Dogwarts dragons, and at the same time, blowing himself up in the process. The dragon on the left is Skizz and I hate his design, however the little tie thing is hilarious.

Chapter Headers

I made a ton of headers for the chapters of this fic, though most of them are broken on ao3 as far as I’m aware. However, you can see them here!

dragons featured in order of appearance: Scar, Pearl, BigB, Grian, Martyn, Scott, Jimmy, Ren. This isn’t actually every header but I’m going to run out of images and these cover most of them. The ones I left out aren’t anything special.

Mini Comics + Misc Art

I have literally run out of image slots. But that’s okay (most of the stuff was covered, but if you want to scroll through the hermitdragons tag then feel free). Hope you enjoyed regardless! This series is still very close to my heart, and even though I kind of lost touch with it, it’s something I still love dearly. Thanks for reading :)

[fictionalred]

Orange using a stereotypical image of native americans as the header image for their forum "Tribe" ⊙﹏⊙

[tickledpink31]

A thought about Princess Yue from the Live Action AtLA

So, I did watch all 8 episodes of Netflix's Avatar just to give it a fair chance. I went in thinking that this is obviously not going to be as good as the original, and I thought it was okay. There are things I that liked and things that I didn't. At least I was feeling some excitement as opposed to the emotionless drag that was the live action movie. At least I get to shamelessly eat up all that Zutara scarfgate content.

But there was this thing that was bothering me in the back of my mind. It's gotten to the point where I actually jotted down notes before my shift at work started, as if I'm writing an essay for school and I don't want to lose my ideas because of my squirrel brain. You've read the header, it's about our favourite Moon Princess and her relation to the patriarchal system of the Northern Water Tribe.

We all love to complain about how Sokka's sexist to upcoming feminist character arc was taken away, and I do too, but I'd like to complain about the inconsistencies of the worldbuilding in this post.

In episode 7, we get this scene:

And in the very next scene we get this:

And I thought, "Huh, something's not right here."

I don't know about you, but a culturally sexist tribe wouldn't allow a woman to do something like that, at least not without her fighting for that right. You might say that, "Oh, but Hahn said breaking off the engagement is her prerogative. She's a princess."

I say nay. If she could do that in the original cartoon, then why was she so moved to tears after hearing about Kanna and Pakku's arranged marriage.

It's never explicitly said, but something tells me that Yue wouldn't have been allowed to reject Hahn's proposal even if she wanted to. It won't matter if she's in higher a position than Hahn. She's a woman and that's that.

Yue breaking off her engagement in the live action doesn't feel like a progressive move, but a conflicting part of the worldbuilding. We end up losing the tragedy of Yue's role as a woman and how that arc pairs well with Katara going toe-to-toe with the tribe's chauvinistic waterbending traditions. The Water Tribe's misogyny is not just about how women aren't allowed in combat, it's about the little things too. It's about how decisions are made for women by men, how women are told to know their place, how they don't have a say in who they marry, and how even men are made to feel emasculated if they stray too far from the "ideal" man's customs.

I do have a way to fix this, though. You want a Yue fighting for her rights? Here are some suggestions:

I love the original Yue the way she is. We love a soft-spoken and compassionate princess, but it's fine if the live action wants to give her a sprinkle of rebellion, just a sprinkle. Maybe you could SHOW Yue tirelessly fighting tooth and nail to break off her engagement.

You can characterize Hahn in the same way as the original—an egotistical warrior. The arrangement ended up forcing Yue's hand, so she decided that she won't have much to lose if she took a stand for herself.

Maybe because of her willingness to break traditional customs, the elders of the tribe are beginning to show Yue less and less respect than they used to.

Yue's defiance is a slow burn arc. Perhaps she and Katara bond even more and Katara's natural fury and rebelliousness rubs off on Yue, so she decides to stick it to Hahn.

Man, I cannot believe I wrote all this. If only I was this passionate while writing essays in high school.

[fishrpg]

Coming This October On FishRPG...

Somewhat surprisingly, the dice have demanded that I revisit the western aesthetic after only a month. Though instead of a weird west, I'm going to be focusing on a more historical western without magic. And I'm also going to be switching things up and focusing on fleshing out pieces of a singular fictional settlement instead of doing a broader area of larger areas. After much consultation with the dice, let me introduce you to

The Town of Bowman

Bowman is a frontier town in southern Oregon, right on the border with California. It was founded in 1852 back when the area was still the Oregon Territory. It was founded as hub for emigrants who were leaving Oregon and flocking to the Applegate Trail during the California Gold Rush.

Geographically, the town is on the Klamath River, just southwest of where Altamont would be located a few years later. The town would eventually fail and its population would relocate to Altamont and Klamath Falls, though this didn't happen until the turn of the 20th century. For setting purposes, the version of Bowman I'm looking at is how it would have looked during 1872-1873. During this specific time frame, Bowman is located in Wasco county, though that specific area will be reassigned as Lake County in 1874 and eventually turn into Klamath County in 1882.

Bowman's economy is at an inflection point during this period; its primary industry has been harvesting timber from ponderosa pines, but the clear cut areas have now given way to a thriving cattle ranching community. Exceptionally harsh winters in 1879 and 1889 would eventually destroy cattle operations, hastening the town's decline.

Rail activity in the area predates the Transcontinental Railroad. Currently the town is served by a branch line that connects to the larger Oregon and California (O&C) Railroad. The branch line runs east-west, bisecting the town.

To the north of Bowman is the Klamath Indian Reservation, established in 1864. The Reservation is home to three tribes: Klamath, Modoc, and the Yahooskin Band of Northern Paiute Indians. Unfortunately, the town's location puts it the crossfire of a conflict known as the Modoc War that is currently ongoing.

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Header image taken from the Oregon Encyclopedia, and depicts George Nurse's home in Linkville, which would eventually become Klamath Falls.

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Episode 32 - "Son-Zoned" (Show Notes)

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General New Moon content warning for ongoing discussions of suicide!

[00:05:44] Wikipedia's article on "comp het"

[00:06:14] Brokeback Twilight

[00:08:06] Maggie Stiefvater's substack about page-to-screen adaptation from an author's POV (spot the Catherine Hardwicke mention. And oh quelle coincidence, I wonder what happened to that adaptation of the Raven Cycle?)

[00:13:10] Donate to the Quileute tribe's Move To Higher Ground project here!

[00:20:30] M references Gravity Falls season 1 episode 04 (Bella be like)

[00:30:33] “Carpe Diem. Stand on your desk”

[00:32:51] Sweethearts candy, for the rest of our not-so-tragically deprived international listeners

[00:33:19] vs. Sweetarts

[00:34:37] M is correct, it’s “Kim, there’s people that are dying”

[00:35:54] Face Punch

[00:36:01] The irl Crosshairs movie (yeah it looks bad)

[00:39:06] Tomorrow is Forever

[00:41:51] I can only assume M is referencing this moment of Bob's Burgers

[00:44:24] “Like that Predator gif” (Jacob and Mike be like)

[00:46:26] - A glimpse of M’s new “Jacob’s music” playlist

[00:50:47] The movie theater non-handholding scene from G’s tumblr header

[00:58:25] The Julia Cudney video where she reads all the Bridgerton books and discusses misogyny

[01:04:16] G references the Bible verses about “cutting out your eye,” Matthew 5:29-30, while M references Much Ado About Nothing act IV, scene i

[01:05:26] “Ok A/B/O” (G is alluding to the Omegaverse trope of “claiming”)

[01:15:30] By “it’s her little Pretty Woman moment,” we assume M is alluding to the scene where that movie's sex worker protagonist, Vivian, refuses to be financially "rescued" by her love interest

[01:17:53] “Nemo” is Shannon’s Honda Fit and “Priya[nka Chopra]” is G’s Toyota Prius hatchback

[01:30:57] G is making an extremely unintelligible reference to The Picture of Dorian Gray character Sibyl Vane, an actress who finds fictional romance is ruined for her because it doesn’t compare to the real thing (cw: suicide mention)