#what is happening to me bro. i'm mortified

[warped-paranoia]

[unearthlydream]

i hate that i'm so bad at talking to people. i hate overthinking everything and i feel like i always come across as stupid or uncaring but i just ... barely speak human idfk i need a rulebook

[llamagoddessofficial]

Bro you actually got me wanting to marry farm sans 😭 he's so out of my league though. What a man. I like that the whole community wants them to get together too, sans is one of their boys, they gotta have his back and hype him up a little!! I just know there's a monster in town who's offered to plan the wedding for sans, and old ladies love gossiping and playing matchmaker if left to their own devices

"dangit. you found my hiding place before i did."

You jumped, glancing up and over your shoulder, distracted from staring out into the dark. But you relaxed once you saw who it was.

"Ah, sorry." You didn't actually want to move. You immediately felt better for Sans being there, even despite the events that had just transpired, some of your wound-up stress leaking away. "I can go find a new place to cower from socialising,"

"nah, this is fine." Sans sat down on the step, right beside you, letting out a relaxed sigh. He held out a glass of monster champagne to you - you (obviously) accepted. "s'more than enough room for two."

He was right. The beautiful little veranda was spacious enough for a whole party of people. It just so happened that the party had retreated indoors, now that night had fallen. From your spot sat on the edge of the veranda, you could faintly see the lights of the rest of the village, the muffled murmur of the dinner party going on in the house behind you not quite enough to mask the sound of the wind rustling the grass.

You fiddled with the glass. Sans' knee was almost touching yours. He smelled warm, comforting.

"Nice party." You mumbled.

Sans leant back slightly. "yeah. dinner is always good when felinus is hosting."

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but it's much nicer than Theodore's."

"i know he's a dolphin. but still don't get why he only served seafood."

...

You looked at him, and those pretty green eyelights focused onto you.

"So... are you also running away from the matchmaking?"

Sans' smile dropped - then he let out a somewhat pained noise, leaning forward and putting his skull in his hands. You couldn't help but giggle.

"m'so sorry," he groaned. The tension in the air had eased now that you'd finally broached the subject.

"It's fine. Really." You nudged him with your elbow. "It's just old ladies having a laugh. It's probably the most entertainment they've had in a long time."

He rubbed his face. "i know, i know. i just... stars, they're so pushy. it's mortifying watchin' them corner you like that."

You recalled the slight jump of fear you'd had when a cohort of delighted elderly bunnies had seemingly materialised out of thin air in the party to determinedly tell you it was such a shame a 'delightful human like you' was single. They then heavily reiterated how single Sans was, how much he clearly liked you, and what a 'lovely young man' he was.

"They can be strong-willed. That's for sure."

Sans sat up, but seemingly couldn't look at you. "i don't want you to feel some typa way about me because of them."

"... Some way?"

"i know yer anxious to fit into the community." He picked at the fraying sleeves of his knitted blue sweatshirt. "i don't want you to feel... like you have to date me, if you want to be accepted. you can date who you want. or not date. or whatever. i dunno,"

Oh. Your heart fluttered in your chest a little. "I don't feel like that at all."

He eventually looked at you, sheepish. "you sure?"

"Yeah." You waved your hand, eager to cheer him up. "They can be a bit pushy, sure. But it's all in good fun, right? It's not like they're chasing us into a church with shotguns. The worst they've done is very obviously set us up as dance partners at the festival."

A wave of relief seemed to pass over him. "or get us walkin' opposite ways 'round the market so we'll bump into each other."

"Besides." You smiled. "If they like me enough to try to set me up with someone they know, must mean I'm 'in'. So I'm all sorted on the community infiltration front."

He softened even more, nudging your knee with his. "that's true. they love ya. they'll like ya whether or not they've harassed you into datin' me."

"Not like I'd need to be harassed into that anyway."

...

Sans seemed to realise what you'd said before you did. His eyelights, in an instant, were double their usual size

...

"... what'd you say?" He was staring at you.

...

... You could feel the heat creeping over your face, neck and ears. Your mouth had instantly glued itself shut. You didn't answer his question - you just stared at your untouched champagne glass.

...

"SANS! HUMAN!"

Both of you jumped, this time, you felt the cold champagne splash out of the glass and onto your hand as you dropped it entirely. When the two of you turned around, Papyrus seemed just as startled by your reactions as you were to him; he was stood just outside the door, car keys in his hand.

"P-Papyrus!" "bro,"

Papyrus, immediately, gave you and Sans a shifty look. But he quickly covered it up again.

"WE SHOULD HEAD OUT NOW, HUMAN, IF WE WANT TO DROP YOU HOME BEFORE MIDNIGHT."

You and Sans quickly stood, bolt upright, at the same time.

"You-"

"i'll go say goodbye to everyone. you two get the car backed out."

"Sure. Sure,"

Before you could say anything else to him, Sans had hurried past his brother, back into the house. Papyrus watched him head inside with visible confusion written across his face.

...

"... HUMAN," Papyrus glanced at you. "WHAT DID MY BROTHER SAY TO YOU?"

"Uh, I'll..." You fiddled with your hair. "I'll, m, I'll tell you in the car."

[lustfulslxt]

can you make a fic where reader has a secret tumblr account and she’s a pretty popular writer for the sturniolo fandom (matt fics only). she also happens to be dating mr matthew 🤭🤭🤭

anyway she gets a shit ton of reqs from an account (u can pick the username lol) and PPL EAT THEM UPPP they’re dirty filthy naughty requests. one day she’s on matt’s phone and sees the tumblr app and confronts him ab it and they both figure out the other one’s lil secret 🤭

Mr. Wrinkleton - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : freaky freaky freaky

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Looking through my recent activity, I can't help the wide smile that covers my face. Writing on Tumblr has honestly been so fun and exhilarating. I'm only in the Sturniolo fandom, specifically for Matthew, my boyfriend. I came across this app while I was scrolling through comments on TikTok. Just from the way people were talking about it, I knew it was a NSFW type of ordeal.  Me being me, I was quick to download it. Let's just say, I do not regret it.

After a couple of weeks of browsing through the Sturniolo hashtag, I decided to go ahead and write something of my own. Simply to say, people ate it up. I find joy in writing half imaginative, half true experiences with my boyfriend, and the love I get makes me proud. Nobody knows Matt and I are together, and even if they did, my account is completely anonymous. I would be mortified if it somehow got out. Matt would probably think I'm a freak, and not a good one.

I have a few 'fans' on my account, some that request a lot of fanfictions. There's one in particular that I love, Mr.Wrinkleton. They send in so many good requests, ones that I love fulfilling. They have a very peculiar imagination, some things I'd love to try with Matt, and some I have tried with him. Thinking back on those moments brings a smile to my lips, those were great nights.

As I lay sprawled out on the bed, Matt sits at his desk, buried in his PC, playing the game with his brothers. He has his headset on, so loud that I can hear the commotion from across the room. Saying that, he can't hear my continuous giggling. Tumblr has definitely become my favorite app, my guilty pleasure.

Setting my phone aside, I saunter over to my boyfriend, placing my hands on his shoulders. He slightly jumps, removing his headset from one ear and shooting me a quick glance before directing his eyes back to the screen in front of him.

"What's up, baby?" He asks, his attention solely on the game. "You good?"

I chuckle, shaking my head. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I plant a short kiss on his cheek, rubbing his chin a bit, and walk towards the bedroom door. With my hand on the doorknob, I turn back to him just before he places his headset back over his ear.

"Do you want anything from the kitchen?" I ask him.

"What?" He asks, only shooting me another quick glance. A second later, he's yelling at the game. "Bro, you're trash! That was such an easy kill!"

Simply rolling my eyes, I walk out the room. As I walk down the hall, I can hear Matt calling for me, but I just head into the kitchen to grab something to drink. I grab me a bottle of water and Matt a can of root beer before making my way back to the bedroom. I walk in, softly shutting the door, and place the can of soda in front of Matt. I'm about to head back to the bed when his hand catches my wrist, halting me in place.

"Thank you, gorgeous." He says, kissing my hand. "Sorry, I'm super invested in this. We're doing so good right now."

"It's all good." I say, placing a kiss on his head, then make my way back to the comfort of our sheets.

As I lay back down, ready to pick my phone up and continue with my naughty secrets, Matt's phone, on the nightstand table beside me, flashes with a couple of notifications.

"Matt, your phone." I say, only to be ignored. "Matt?"

He doesn't budge, so I pick his phone up to give to him, only to freeze when I see the icon on his screen. I know that icon all too well. There's absolutely no way, I must be seeing things. I dramatically wipe my eyes, glancing back on the glowing screen. It's definitely the same. I unlock his phone and read the notification.

Tumblr @flowerxbunnie liked your post: "wow."

My jaw drops, shock evident on my face. Without a second thought, I click the notification. Once it loads, my jaw drops even more. It's one of the fanfictions I wrote. I'm so confused. Matt has a Tumblr account? There's no way. I hesitantly click on his profile, and if it were possible, my jaw would quite literally be on the floor.

Mr.Wrinkleton.

Is this real life? Am I imagining things? Have I been spending too much time on Tumblr? I close the app and it's still there. I open the app, going back to his profile, and it's still there. Matt is Mr.Wrinkleton. Matt's been sending me dirty requests to write fanfiction about him.

Before I can even stop myself, I'm shrieking, "Matt!"

His head snaps to me, confusion ridden on his face. He takes his headset off and turns towards me.

"What's wrong?"

I can't even form words, so I hold his phone out. He sets his headset down and walks over to me, completely unaware of why I screamed his name. Once he grabs his phone and glances at the screen, every ounce of color drains from his face. His eyes are wide as he stares down at the opened app on his phone.

He looks up at me, his mouth formed into an 'O' shape. "Oh my god. Uh-"

"You have a Tumblr account." I state, as if we haven't established that.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He cringes, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. "Did you read any of that?"

"I didn't have to." I say, because I already knew.

That's when I start hysterically laughing. What are the odds? His face suddenly flushes with a deep red color, his eyes still wide, only now from embarrassment. I can't even form any words because of how hard I'm laughing. I just pick up my phone and open my Tumblr app, handing it to him. His eyes read over the screen, before his head snaps over to me and his mouth is wide open again.

"Are you serious?" He asks, "Am I being pranked right now?"

"Matthew!" I laugh, "You're such a freak!"

Getting over the initial shock, he's now laughing with me. "I'm the freak?! You're the one writing everyone's dirtiest fantasies!"

"Everyone -- including you!" I tease, my laughter growing more.

He nudges my shoulder, his face still beet red, "Shut up!"

Once my giggling subsides, I pull him into me. "So, you like that stuff?"

He swallows, whispering, "Yes."

"Which one's your favorite?" I ask him, my tone soft and sultry.

He shakes his head, an embarrassed smile pulling to his lips. "You're gonna laugh at me."

I pull him onto the bed with me, us sitting side by side. I shake my head, "I would never." Receiving a pointed look from him, that causes me to laugh again, I continue, "Okay, that was different. I just never expected that. But I would never laugh at your fantasies. From what you've requested, they're pretty hot."

He bites his lips, looking down at me, his voice low and husky as he speaks, "Um, that so called witchcraft."

My mouth fell open, surprise taking over my features. I can feel the desire growing between my legs. I love that story, specifically that detail. A sly smirk pulls to my lips as I stare at him. I can tell by the cheeky grin on his face that he can read it all over me, I want to recreate it. He nods his head, beckoning me over to him.

"What about your game?" I ask, standing in between his legs.

"What about it? It'll be there tomorrow." He mutters, running his hands up my shirt.

His cold fingertips trail over my skin, causing me to shiver. He holds my shirt up, peppering soft kisses along my stomach, his tongue trailing in between his lips. His hands run along my back, easily finding the clasp to my bra and unbuckling it. In one swift motion, he pulls my shirt over my head and lets my bra slide down my arms, onto the floor. The cool air hits my nipples, hardening them instantly.

"Such perfect tits." He mumbles, taking them in his hands, massaging them.

"Love your hands on me, baby." I softly moan, indulging in the way he touches me so effortlessly.

He continues groping my boobs and begins kissing all over my stomach, and up my chest. He sticks his tongue out and drags it between the valley of my breasts, causing me to pull my bottom lip between my teeth to minimize the noises threatening to escape. My hands tangle in his hair, softly tugging every so often.

"You don't understand the power you have over me." He groans against my skin, his hands gliding down my body. "Every little thing you do drives me absolutely insane."

A soft moan leaves my mouth at his words. His hands go around to my ass, squeezing my cheeks through my shorts, massaging them in circles. He grabs the waistband of my bottoms and swiftly pulls them down, leaving me in nothing but my panties. His hands trail up my legs, rubbing them from the outside in. The closer he gets to my core, the more desperate I become. The outside of his hand firmly presses against my clothed center as he grazes along my thigh, and I'm suddenly very aware of the damp patch in the cotton fabric.

"Always so easy to get you going." He says, his voice holding a rasp to it.

All that leaves my mouth are small, breathy moans as he continues putting pressure right where I need him. He suddenly stands up, now towering over me. One of his hands wrap around my throat, his other hand full of ass, and he yanks me into him. His lips slam against mine in a hot and needy kiss. Our teeth clash as our lips surround one another, then he shoves his tongue in my mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

It's always so easy to get lost in his kiss. He never fails to make me feel like I'm floating on clouds, whether it be soft and delicate or wet and sloppy, like right now. It's as if he's sucking my breath from me, and I'm left in a hazy daze, high from the feeling he bestows upon me. Time seems to be standing still around us. After a moment, he pulls away, both of us breathless, strings of saliva connecting our mouths.

"God, I can't wait to make a mess of you." He whispers, his warm breath fanning my face.

He plants a few more kisses on my lips, pulling away to remove his shirt. I gently tug on the waistband of his sweats, indicating I want them off, to which he obliges and strips from them. His hand comes to my face, connecting our mouths once again, his other hand guiding me onto the bed, never breaking our kiss once. He straddles my legs; I can feel his hard on pressing into me. There's only two layers of clothing preventing us from succumbing to our needs, and I know it's only a matter of time before they're lying on the floor with the rest of the discarded items.

Matt pulls away from my mouth, his going straight to my boobs. His lips envelop my nipple, sucking and taking turns between the two. The sensation from his warm, wet mouth on me has me clenching around nothing. Desperate for more, I reach down and grab at his constricted erection. I can feel him throbbing under my touch, and knowing he wants me as bad as I want him turns me to putty.

"Matt." I moan as he grinds his hips against mine, his dick adding much needed pressure to my core.

"Haven't even done anything yet, and you're already a mess under me." He tsks, smirking. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna give you what you want."

Without another word, he pulls his boxers down and places his dick on my pussy. He moves back and forth, rubbing over the soaked fabric. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he brushes over my clit, and I can feel myself practically oozing juices. He pulls my panties to the side and continues gliding his dick through my glistening folds.

"So wet and warm for me." He moans.

"All for you. Only you." I agree, my hands gripping the sheets.

Suddenly, he pulls away, causing me to whine at the loss of friction and warmth he provided. He quickly pulls down my panties, throwing them across the room. Sliding up and down my folds a few more times, he's slowly sinking into me. He tosses his head back, a groan emitting from his throat. I squeeze my eyes shut from the pleasure, subconsciously clenching around him.

Placing a hand on my stomach, he starts thrusting in and out, his speed increasing with every stroke. I can't help the moans that fall from my lips, my entire body overcome with ecstasy. He always knows how to make me feel so good. His hand travels up my torso, applying just the right amount of pressure as he goes. His fingers hook into my open mouth, pulling my jaw down, almost as if he was using me as leverage. The moans coming out of me are now broken and muffled seeing as my mouth is now stuffed with his fingers. I take advantage of this and wrap my lips around them, my tongue sliding all around them as I harshly suck.

He bites his lip, suppressing a loud moan, "Fuck. You make me wanna do very dirty things to you."

"What's stopping you?" I moan as his thrusts grew fiercer.

He instantly leans back from me and lifts my legs over his shoulders. He places his hands beside me to hold himself up as he starts drilling into me. The sound of skin slapping echoes around the room, and you can hear how wet I am. He's reaching places only he's ever been, leaving my legs quivering atop of him. My hands grip onto his biceps, my fingernails digging into his skin, surely leaving crescent shapes behind. One of his hands travels between my legs, rubbing fast circles into my clit, causing me to spasm beneath him.

"Oh god." I whine, feeling the intense knot build in my abdomen.

With my repeated clenching around him, his thrusts grow sloppy, and I can tell he's close. Lewd moans leave both of our mouths, our states of mind clouded with bliss. A throaty groan emits from him, before he quickly pulls out and releases his hot load all over my pussy. It feels so good, especially when he rubs his tip over my clit, then pushes back into me.

He only got a few more pumps in when he pulls out with a hiss, "Touch yourself."

I eagerly do as he says, my fingers easily finding my center. Once I come in contact with his cum, I drag my fingers through it, spreading it into my folds. My fingers brush over my clit, causing me to convulse with pleasure. I rub my clit in slow circles, enjoying the feeling of his seed all over me. Gathering more of his nut, I plunge two fingers into my entrance with a loud moan.

Matt's gaze hasn't left me this entire time, his dead eyes full of lust. I notice him repeatedly lick his lips, as if he wants to dive in and devour me, watch me come undone on his tongue. I fuck my fingers into my pussy, eliciting pornographic moans from me. Like he can't take it anymore, Matt removes me hand and replaces it with his own. Two of his fingers pumping in and out of me while his thumb rubs my clit. My entire body is shaking underneath him. He always knew how to make me feel good, better than I ever could. He knows my body inside and out, knowing exactly what to do to make me unravel. And sure enough, the pressure building in my stomach grows until it ruptures.

"Oh, my fucking god." I moan out, my back arching from the bed as I release onto his hand.

He continues fucking his fingers into me a few more times, before pulling out, "Such a pretty sight."

I am spent. Falling back into the bed, I attempt to catch my breath. Watching Matt with tired eyes, I see him slip his two fingers into his mouth, sucking our mix of fluids off. He leans over me and takes me in for a deep kiss, his tongue sliding all over mine, our blended concoction melting into my mouth. I can't help but moan into the kiss.

He then collapses next to me, immediately pulling me into him. "How about whenever we have something new in mind that we want to try, we just give it a shot rather than searching for it in fiction?"

"Agreed." I breathe, weakening into his embrace. 

Thank god for Tumblr. 

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a/n : quick shoutout to my baby for the witchcraft idea 🫶🏼🫶🏼 enjoy, love u bunches xx

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

not today

ant x reader, probably gonna have multiple parts!! i am so in love with him stop.. there's a severe lack of heartbreak high work on here!!!

was it wrong to be in love with your best friend?

you often debated the logistics of this question every night before you fell asleep, when all you could think about was him.

anthony vaughn. your best friend since diapers, the ned to your peter, the ron to your harry and everything in between. you were together that often he had his own place at your dinner table.

it was an unlikely pairing, really. people often deemed ant as an idiot, which sometimes you couldn't refute. he had made lots of stupid decisions over the years, you couldn't deny that.

"YOU THREE DID WHAT?!" you screamed, as ant had a guilty look on his face.

ant, spider and dusty had made up a rumour that amerie had slept with jojo, the teacher of the group you both had been forced to join - SLTs. this resulted in jojo being fired, and a huge protest involving yourself, ant and the rest of the group sleeping in woodsy's office.

"it was dusty's idea!" ant exclaimed, trying to defend himself. he hated when you were mad at him.

"yet you still went along with it?" you scoffed.

"spider did as well." he protested.

"of course he fucking did." you rolled your eyes. as much as you were best friends with ant, you hated his other friends. they were cunts, mostly.

"look (y/n) i'm sorry-"

"i don't think it's me you should be apologising too." you interrupted him, firmly.

ant sighed, and you hated yourself for how you really can't stay mad at him for too long.

"look.. i've already apologised to amerie. we just.. i just.. was mad. SLTs is so boring y'know? and amerie is the reason we're there anyway!" he said.

"it was still wrong of you." you replied, but your eyes softened.

"cmon (y/n), you can't be mad at me forever." ant said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

you sighed, and playfully rolled your eyes.

"you're right, i really can't." you groaned and he got up and tackled you into a hug.

"get off of me, you smell awful!" you protested weakly, yet you still wrapped your arms around him.

you were screwed. well and truly.

you, on the other hand, were deemed as someone smart. someone respected. it confused people how you were so close, when you were just so different.

you didn't even want to think about how your friends would react after finding out about your feelings. that's why you told no one.

however, it seemed that you weren't as secretive about your feelings for ant as you thought. amerie's map. you couldn't look him in the eyes for a week after that.

loud voices were heard as you, ant and spider approached what seemed to be the talk of your year group. you looked up to see a map, a map full of names of everyone that you knew.

"what the fuck.." you muttered, your eyes roaming the map, taking it all in.

you see your own name, with lines between dusty and cash. you scoff. it didn't happen. whoever made this clearly relied on rumours that had once gone around about you.

"darren jerked you off.. nice bro, you into dudes now?" spider's voice, directed at ant, brought you from your thoughts.

you looked at the map to see ant's name connected to darren. you raised an eyebrow.

"fuck off spider." you roll edyour eyes.

"what, you jealous?" spider responded, making you clench your jaw.

"still mad i rejected you, yeah?" you replied. ant laughed at your response, making you feel quite proud of yourself.

"bro, ant and (y/n) have that same line between them that mine and amerie have." dusty's voice spoke up, pulling you from your argument with spider.

confused, you looked up to what he's talking about. your eyes widened. he was right. in all your anger about the other lines coming off your name, you had failed to notice the gold line between yours and ant's name.

"what the fuck does that mean?" ant asked, also looking up.

you look to the key.

"destined.." you muttered. you were mortified. destined? how had these mystery map bitches both fed your delusions and humbled you at the same time?

"the fuck does that mean?" ant said. to a normal person, you'd probably be offended that your crush of many years had that response but to you, you didn't care. it was likely he genuinely did not know what it meant.

"you're destined to be together, ain't that cute?" spider teased, smacking ant on the back.

you avoid eye contact with ant for the rest of that day. when it was revealed amerie created the map a small part of you wanted to ask her to elaborate. you still haven't asked ... yet.

you could never confess your feelings for him. there was no way you would. years of friendship would be on the line, if he said no.

you'd wait. wait until it was the right time.

anthony vaughn was your best friend, and you were in love with him.

one day you'd confess.

just not today.

[rubra-wav]

Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts, Connection, etc.

A/N / Disclaimer : Fanfic is fanfic, and people are allowed to make things as OOC or just in their own image as possible, so I'm not shitting on that at all. Everyone has the right to make whatever tf they want and explore concepts and stuff.

This is just me vomiting ideas that have been plaguing me for a while.

If I'm proven wrong by the show, then I'll eat my hat and apologise for this one, but for now I'm trying to think about this stuff like - as logically in the frame of what's canon as possible.

It's funny to say that when this is the topic but yeah haha 💀

Ah yes, theorising about the goddamn TV Man again.

Cw: SFW to NSFW/18+ (below cut)

- So, let's establish some things before I begin to truly dig into this haha.

- Vox is not wireless, and thus does not get effected by things that are not directly connected to him. This is seen with him directly plugging into his set-up before being able to control all the TV's and devices connected to the main-frame.

- This would most likely mean that when the whole system goes down, he isn't affected by it and vice versa if he's not directly plugged into it. So yeah- if he blue screens or glitches out like he does just casually while not plugged in, then the whole city most likely would not blackout.

- An anon asked me about whether he would just go offline if the WiFi was down or if he would be just fine and yeah - he'd be just fine if he wasn't plugged in. If he was, however, then he'd most likely lose reception. He'd probably blackout/shut down.

- For an example: if he's plugged in and it's storming outside and lightning hits the main tower, then he'd probably be pretty injured because his system would be fine. But if he wasn't plugged in he'd be absolutely fine.

- I also could see his face dropping to low resolution and voice doing the blocky-glitchy thing audio over calls does if he's plugged into the system and the reception goes to absolute shit.

- Think 180p quality display and audio Vox lmao.

(Here's the other post as well)

- Having said all that, I also don't think that there wouldn't be any effect at all on surrounding technology if he starts glitching out.

- If he's near things like phones, laptops, lights, etc. Etc. He'd likely effect them, but on a way smaller scale then what most people seem to write about.

I'm gonna start going into directly NSFW below the cut

- So yeah, if you're just casually fucking Vox really hard and he starts glitching or goes to the point of bluescreening while coming, the whole of Pentagram city isn't going to experience a blackout because he's not plugged into the system.

- However

- He would most likely start effecting the direct surrounding technology.

- Think lights blinking on and off or getting brighter and then dimmer to the pace you're screwing him at. Think surrounding devices turning on and off.

- Think light bulbs and phones and clocks in the room - anything electrical or running on batteries - exploding into shattered bulbs, being destroyed, getting fried, etc. When he comes.

- Bro basically starts doing what ghosts/poltergeists start doing to mess with people lmao.

- The trope of him causing whole city-wide blackouts when hes fucked so hard is funny as hell in theory, but going off of canon that wouldn't happen that way.

- And maybe you're saying 'okay - but what if Vox is plugged into the system' That would also not happen.

- Yes, if you did screw him into bluescreening while he's hooked up to everything then yes it would most likely happen.

- but, it goes against literally everything we know about Vox to have that ever happen.

- He is all about appearances and looking perfect 365 days 24/7 to the public.

- I keep seeing these fics where that happens and he's all embarrassed and cute about it, but if that ever happened with what we know about canon Vox he'd be mortified and fucking pissed as all hell around it.

- I feel like if you're in a relationship with Vox, the first thing he'd make abundantly clear is how important his image is to him.

- So if reader was riling him up in his office while he's around all the machines and stuff or actually directly plugged in - he wouldn't be going 'no, stop it' as a kind of bratty thing, he'd be seriously telling you to stop.

- Like, to push him to causing a city-wide blackout by having sex would absolutely in my mind based on all we know about Vox; be violating his boundaries to one of the highest degrees there are.

- His public image is everything, and you would be let know that from day one. Hell, dude would probably jeaprodise/push your relationship to the side if it fucked up his image. Thats how important it is to him. The boundaries around doing something to fuck his image up would be set in stone from the second you enter his life.

- So doing that and causing that to happen wouldn't really be?? Like the cute fanfiction trope it is, he'd be rightfully angry as fuck that that's happened because it's what not to do 101 to not screw up his image.

- The 'blackout' you'd be able to cause and not have him absolutely hating you afterwards would be with your house, hotel room or wherever you're doing the do.

I'm way too passionate about this, i know, but like I see it so frequently, and it just makes like absolutely no sense to me at all, haha. I liked it the first time i saw it but after actually thinking about it I just find myself raising my brows and cringing each time I see it in fanfics because it just feels inaccurate asf 😭

[doberbutts]

I also think- having recently seen a post that said Blue Eye Samurai isn't a queer story, it just has queer elements- that sometimes it feels like fans cannot make up their minds.

Do we or do we not want stories that treat being gay as a perfectly normal, perfectly common experience the same way straight people are depicted in every story to ever exist?

In BES, no one is outright stated to be queer. That's partially because in Japan, until Japan felt the need to sanitize itself to appeal to foreigners, it wasn't unheard of at all for men to be gay. Multiple famous samurai and swordsmen and nobles were either outspokenly gay or are commonly theorized to have been gay in modern historical readings. Abijah making multiple references to swinging both ways, Kaji's offer of a male prostitute, the various scenes we have of men being together in sexual positions, they're not met with surprise because homosexuality was an acknowledged thing that happened.

Taigen's erection while he's wrestling Mizu, even though he doesn't yet know her secret, is treated awkwardly because they're supposed to dislike each other and also he's supposed to be in love with Akemi, not because "whoa bro no homo".

(This is also why I keep saying that it's difficult for me to put into English words what I think Mizu's gender is, because gender and sexuality quite frankly did not work the way my 2020s American brain wants to contextualize it, and I think it's important to consider the cultural aspects here esp in a show so heavily leaning on a racial story)

However, compared to many other shows out there even regarding the same area and country, BES is significantly more queer than the majority of them produced in the last 30 years. Is Mizu herself queer? Well... maybe, depending how you define it. Back in the day, otherwise cisgender crossdressers and male-impersonators were still grouped in with those we'd call transgender nowadays. She seems to be exclusively interested in men, but also seems to be equally receptive to considering herself sexually as both a man and a woman pairing with men, than as a man or woman pairing with women which she has adamantly refused with zero interest on multiple occasions.

Is Taigen bi? I mean, maybe! He seemed more mortified that he had an unwanted erection in front of someone he wanted to impress and play with, than that he had it over someone he considers a man, using the excuse that he misses his would-be fiance.

Abijah certainly seems to be bisexual, considering we see him having sex with both women and men, and his various sexual references talk about both men and women as well. This is ignoring whatever weird sexual tension thing he's got going with Heiji, who seems both receptive and repulsed by it.

And, not to be remiss, but there is a reason I specified that homosexuality among men was pretty known. Due to the more rigid policing of women's sexuality in this era, homosexuality among women was less commonly reported (though I have heard stories of noble women and their handmaids, or the working poor women, or among prostitutes living together in the brothels, so also not unheard of but perhaps less accepted as women were largely bought and sold in marriage and sex trafficking) - but even with all of that, Kaji and Kinuyo have something together. Whether that is a mother-daughter thing, or if they were lovers, is up to interpretation. The implication that out of everyone at the brothel that Kaji genuinely cares for, Kinuyo was special, and that wasn't a particularly uncommon arrangement historically if I'm hearing about it 400 years later in a completely different country.

So this "well it's not a queer show" and "if I was told this was a queer story I'd be disappointed" is honestly just ridiculous hooey to me. Do you want characters who are able to explore their sexualities without looking over their shoulder out of fear of homophobia, or not?

[sparkyblizz]

I need to talk about Robonyan and B3-NK1. if you're a fan of whatever the hell these two have going on, please read through this entire post I beg you. (I am a Fellow Fan of whatever the hell these two have going on and I'm just rambling about the hilarity of the writer's decisions, especially looking at episode 119.)

I'm gonna set the scene. been a fan of the game for years. used to watch the anime with my parents back when it aired on TV. I watched episode 23. even back then, even though it was the dub, with reanimated scenes, I picked up on what they were putting down. eventually forgot about this, went about my life. years later, talking about queercoding in video games with friend. bring up Yo-Kai Watch, talking about another instance of queerness, and then I remember episode 23. go to the wiki, research it. lose my shit when I find out that the version that I saw on TV was edited to make it less suggestive. also lost my shit when the wiki said the Latin American dub skipped it entirely. I just need you to know that because it's hilarious to me.

I ended up rewatching said episode, but the subbed version. the original, unedited version. holy shit. anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself. I learned about episode 85 and the Komasan Taxi segment. I watched it (subbed version). it seems the complaints may be from real viewers. I can't say I can prove that, but it is extremely funny, because Robonyan (at this point upgraded to Robonyan F) gets put on blast by someone's disapproving mother. Robonyan F becomes increasingly more mortified, trying to explain what happened by first saying that he's from the future and it's different there (hilarious excuse, based) and that it's B3-NK1's fault (which, I mean, he was the one who stuck his naginata in Robonyan, so, fair enough man). you might think at this point that the writers are gonna try and backtrack, apologise, something! you would be wrong. they FUCKING DOUBLE DOWN. Koma bros bring B3-NK1 in. guy is friendly and immediately initiates conversation with Robonyan F who cannot handle this situation at all, and the fact B3-NK1 just comes off friendly and relatively casual is amazing to me. (at least, that's how the subs where I watched it portrayed him.) peak writing decision. Robonyan F tries to not be horny, ends up being horny anyway. writers are committed to the bit. AND THEN THERE'S EPISODE 119. I only briefly perused tumblr to see what the fandom's got to say and I had yet to see anyone acknowledge episode 119. I myself was intent upon finding it and watching it after I see this in the wiki.

me, looking at the wiki saying B3-NK1 "distracted" Robonyan F: "what do you mean by that?" I just had to know the full context. so I watched the episode (subbed as well). and if you haven't seen it, let me explain its relevance. Nate and several other Yo-Kai end up competing in a grand prix. one of the racers is Robonyan F. according to the subs (which I know may differ depending on where you watch the show), Robonyan F is the crowd favourite. he's got a cool ass car (that he himself seems to be a part of) that manages to break free of the ice that trapped everyone else, caused by Blizzaria, who is also one of the racers. B3-NK1 is cheering for Robonyan F. he has a flag with Robonyan F's face on it attached to his naginata. he says that as they're both mechanical yo-kai, he'll cheer him on. he waves the flag excitedly. he then does something reminiscent of a cheerleader—he shouts "Hooray! Hooray!" then cheers Robonyan F's name, punctuating each syllable by swinging the flag—and his naginata—in a different direction. he then twirls it in his hand and it spins out of his grip and out of control, and ends up flying onto the track and embedding itself in the rear of Robonyan F's car. this causes him to lose control, the car starts transforming into references to different anime, and then promptly veers off the racetrack and smashes into a rock, making him the first racer to lose. he is in eighth place, LAST PLACE. that detail is hilarious and important to me. what this episode tells me is that the writers not only doubled down, THEY TRIPLED DOWN. they did it again! they made the joke again! and the way they do it is criminally funny. I'm just imagining that in the writer's room, they decided that they needed Robonyan F in this race because robot and robot car. but Nate has to win the race, which means everyone else has to lose in an interesting way. what's the best way to make him lose? reference episode 23 again! B3-NK1 is here purely for the joke! he's cheering him on, excitedly to boot! he seems genuinely happy to be here! but oops! he accidentally loses control of his naginata and it goes and stabs Robonyan F's car, and by proxy him, in the ass, and is what puts him in last place. FUCKING L. has this happened enough times for it to be a running gag? it might as well be one!

anyway I just like episode 119's implication that B3-NK1 at the very least likes Robonyan F, enough to cheer him on happily. even if it's just for a gag! love wins!

[icyfox17]

ITS TIME BOIS. IMA BE LIVEBLOGGING MY REACTION TO THIS ENTIRE SERIES BY THE LOVELY @the-amber-raven

Im about to go to work so idk why im starting now but yknow :D better now than never !! YIPPEEEE

Be prepared for a long ass post... I tend to scream a LOT

And this series is LONG

But i am EXCITEDDDD (and scared, very scared. Tsunami arc im staring at you)

Chapter One

I havent read many aus for this fandom (despite only having read aus for dsmp fandom LMAOO)

OHMYGODHFKFJ YHR DRAMATIC IRONY IS GOING TO KILL ME 😭😭 DBFNFMDKFMGD I CANT HANDLE THIS ALREADYDHFJ

I am so scared for when bobby finds out bro ohmhgod 😭😭😭

OHMUGODHDJDJFJF AAAAA AHFJDKFKG AAAA DHFKDKFJFKDKD BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK BOBBY AND BUCK AAAA DHFKD

HES SO FATHERLY I'M GONNA KMS DHFKSJFKDND SOSBSOSBSOBSOSBS

SGFJDKDKD OHMYGODDD HE DIDNT TELL BOBBY HES BECOMJNG A FIREFIGHTER??? DHFNFNFKDKGKFJF OH DEAR

Buck Buckley, love it

Shfkfkdd

STOP LYINGGFJDJDJD

OHMGFOD HES SO FATHERLY STOPPPDKFKFKFKFKFLFKFKFK I CANT HANDLE THISSS OHMYFJCKJFJDJDHFJDJFJF

He called him sunshine IMKILLINGMYSLDF who needs more proof that buck is literally ctommy COUGHS sorry anyways

CAN HE ADOPT ME CAN HE LITERALLY ADOPT ME PLEASE IMNGONANSNJVLEHDLFKDD

ATHENAAA!!! MOTHER!!!!!

SCREAMING NOT THE RHDOSDJKFJDD NOT THE DHSKDJDJDJD NOOO NOY THE KITCHEN BATHENA SCENE DHDLDJDLGJDKDJFKFF

AWEEEEFJJFFKDKKDKFKGDK THEYRE ALL SO SWEEETETESYDHFKF EXPLODINGNGKGG

Buck did WHAT??DHRJFKFKDKR

IM CRYINGNGNGNGNGF HOW STUBBORN WAS BUCK LMFAODJFKFKFKF

Buck is so sweet i cant do this

AWEEEJFJFKSKFKFPD

Im staring at this leg mention, is this the firetruck bombing...

OHMYFODJDKDKFJF THEYRESOCUTEHEJDJF I'M EXPLODING AND IRS ONLY BEEN FIVE SECONDS DHAKDJDKD

Ah, im getting flashbacks to meeting my dads wife

They kissed and i was SHOCKED lmfao i was like THIS EARLY?? dhfkdksld

Oh my god this is so CUTE DHFKDKDKFKFKF BUCK IS SO GOOD WITH HIM I CANT 😭😭😭

Ohnygod I CANT I CANT AMBER I CANT DO THISSSJFKDKDKDF I CANT HANDLE THISSHDKFK

Ur so clever at keeping them from finding out the identity reveal naturally dfndkdkfkfjdkskd

I CANT DO THISHDDJD

IM FANNING MY FACE RN THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAA DHFKSKD

OH GODHDKDKD NOT BOBBY ASKIGN ABOUT BUCKS FIRE TRAINGINGNDJDKDHAOFHDKJDKFHSKFJFKDKDJFKSHFKFKF

OH GODDDDDDD

OH GODFFJFKSJSLFJDKD

BUCK IS IN DANGER

UH OHHH SHFKSKDJFLD

IM GIGGLING LIKE A MAD MAN ON THE BUS RIGHT NOW FUCJFJDJFKDKD

OHMYGODJDJDKD BOBBYS GONNA BE PISSED HES GONNA BE PISSED OH NOOOO HDKXKSJSK OH FUCK DHDKSKFLF

Okay why was bobby being sus that couldn't just be him being protective fatherly could it?? Is there some secret trauma OHMYGOD IS. IS BOBBY LIKE. SCARED OF BUCK BECOMING A FIREFIGHTER BC ONE TIME HE BROUGHT HIM ALONG ON CALL AND THATS WHEN THE BOMBER THING HAPPENED AND HIS LEG GOT CRUSHED AND SO THATS WHY THEY KEEP MENTIONING HIS LEG AND WHY HE GOT WEIRD ABOUT CHRIS BEING INVITED TO STAY AT THE FIREHALL AND AWAY FROM THE ENGINES OH MY GODDDD

OHMYGODDDDDDJDJSKAKKLL

Okay chapter 1 done AND JUST IN TIME FOR WORK TOO YIPPPEEEE

AMBER THIS FIC IS SO GOOD IT'S GONNA DESTROY ME IM SO NOT OKAY AAAAAA

[berriblossom]

Hello kuki!

Call me v; i request on other blogs but this is the first for you!

I just finished reading your rubber ducky fic, and was wondering if you could write a fic alike it (gn child with papa zhongli /p) but are you able to have the reader be something like him, immortal but like just born? (Around 5-8?) As well, if its not too much to ask, and you able to make them a hybrid of a swan, so a avian (arms are wings, knee down are bird feet) if so, please do have fun with this! (Its perfectly fine to twist it to your liking, but please keep away from too much angst!!) (You can do it if you wanna)

Remember!! Take your time, and have fun with this !! ^^

I'll chat later !

(-v)

Zhongli x Gn! Child Reader | Im twisting it a little to have the reader be considered more of an illuminated beast so it fits a little better with Papa Z! A little angst about immortality, Zhongli feeling the stress of being a parent, Aunty Cloud Retainer, and Big! Sister Ganyu and Big Bro Xiao moments. Reader is about 6 years old. [ALSO, MY FIRST ASK ON THIS ACC!! YAY!!]

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The day Zhongli came home to see random feathers all around the house he thought one of two things. You stole a real duck this time and not its feathers again, or you messed with his pillows and that is why he is seeing all these feathers on the floor. However, when he bent down to pick them up, he noticed the style of the feather. The individual bards and quills of the feather reminded him of one akin to an Adeptus. Specifically Cloud Retainer or Cloud Shaper. But the color and size of the plume, it was more like a swan. Zhongli placed his bag and the few groceries he bought(childe bought) down and heard your little footsteps run down the hall. You came bustling into the main living area. But Zhongli couldn't believe his eyes.

There you were standing there, fluttering your supernatural-like wings. Zhongli felt his world collapse. He leaned down and opened his arms for you. pleading you come his way.

"[Name]what...what happened?" "Look, Papa! I'm a pretty birdy like from those stories you tell me at nighty-night time! Am I so pretty?" You look as beautiful as an Adeptus, he knew that. But Zhongli knew there were illuminated beasts all over Liyue, some that were Adepti and some that weren't. He knew some could reproduce and wanted to have children, I mean look at Yanfei. But Zhongli felt the slow creep of anxiety and fear enter his soul. Your feather, the glow of your wings, your full appearance, and your aura screamed an Illuminated beast. But how? Zhongli slowly sat down on his knees and asked you a few questions.

"Yes, my sweet darling [name] you are a very pretty bird. Very, beautiful indeed. But how did you turn into this bird? Can you turn back for Papa? Show Papa please how you did it?" You nodded and slowly shifted through a small glow of light back into your regular body, albeit a little naked but the details didn't matter. You at least had underwear on, but Zhongli look mortified. You felt like you did something wrong, was your birdy making Papa sad? You reach out to touch Zhongli and ask if you made your Papa upset.

"Papa? Papa, are you mad? Do I have to go to time out again? Did I do something wrong Papa?" Zhongli was panicking in his mind but hearing you on the brink of tears, fearing you made him mad and were scared he was angry with you for your little(huge) discovery. Zhongli curled you in his arms and held you tightly. "No, no Papa isn't mad, Papa would never be angry at you for telling me anything. Papa is just a little worried, only a little bit. Papa just wants to make sure you're safe and okay [Name] okay?" He kissed your forehead and cradled you similar to how you were a few years back when he found you in Qingce.

Zhongli pulled off his long suit jacket and curled it around you, gloved hands pinching your cheeks and tickling you sweetly. That's right, he didn't want you to feel scared about your new discovery. But Zhongli also knew that he needed answers. He knew you were an illuminated beast for sure, but he needed to know if you were related to any of the current or past Adepti of Liyue. Given you are a swan, a bird he could narrow down the lists of names he knew and their contracts to him as Rex Lapis. However, a swan is more specific than a crane. Zhongli walked deeper into the house and pulled out one of your sets of pajamas and helped you change clothes, he hung up his suit jacket on the coat jack near the door. "Come on [Name], Papa wants you to see someone he knows, maybe we can play some games too." You smiled and practically jumped in his arms as he opened them to you. Zhongli laughed and picked you up and held you up in the air with a small laugh. He wanted you to smile so he could too. Walking out of the house, and closing the front door, you two set off to Jueyun Karst. The home and meeting place of most of the Adepti. Zhongli remembered the last times he was here, but since he became more human he hasn't stepped foot here, now that he had you, he didn't dare to.

Humming along with you and getting taxi runners from Liyue harbor to the mountains in Minlin was a bit pricey but it was better than walking. Once you made it to the top, even see the statue of Rex Lapis, which you said looked just as cool as Zhongli did. Which made him smile. "Remember [Name], what do we do when see we an Adeptus?" He asked while crouching to fix your pajama's little footsies. You repeated back what he always told you, "We are respectful because they protect us day and night all over Liyue." You nodded as you recited his words. He was glad you remembered. He picked you up again, you were barely 6 now. He knew children can grow faster or slower than the usual rate. However, you were still fairly small, even in the swan form you were a little smaller than average. Maybe it was due to your possible extensive lifetime so it takes longer for you to age and grow, Zhongli has seen it before.

Entering Jueyun Karst, Zhongli knew about 3 different Adepti who had eyes on him already. Once you saw little ducks in the pond at the top of the mountain you quickly crawled out of your Papa's arms to play and see them. You ran over to the pond, Zhongli reminded you about your feet and getting dirty, but you stepped right into the muddy water near the calm pond. There goes those sets of pajamas if he can't get the stains out. He sighed and noticed the sun was setting down, Zhongli had more things to worry about. "One must question how the fallen and deceased archon, Rex Lapis is standing before one? Or is it the ghost that brought that child here?" Flipping around Zhongli saw Cloud retainer at the other side of the pond. Behind her or more so above her, was a Yakasha. "Cloud Retainer..." It had been so long, but a small splash cut off his thinking as Zhongli cut his eyes towards you to see you giggling with Ganyu and playing with another rubber ducky you managed to get from her. He smiled as Ganyu was distracting you from whatever the adults were doing. He mentally thanked her and Cloud Retainer for doing such. The Adeptus gestured to the seating near the pond.

Zhongli took a seat, he kept his eyes on you and Ganyu, Xiao the Yakasha sat beside you too, he looked so stiff but Ganyu encouraged you to hand him a rubber ducky too. A sign of friendship. You happily giggled as he played too. Zhongli looked back at Cloud Retainer. She looked pissed. "Well,-" "I know what you are going to say, to put it simply. No, I'm not going to rejoin Liyue and come back as the Geo archon. No, I didn't come here to be rude or to give off such an impression. No, I didn't come here to speak about the war or anything. I did what I did for Liyue and for the people of my nation to move forward independently. The contracts I made are still in order with everyone, I just wanted a change." He stated he kind of sounded deflated a little. Cloud Retainer stayed quiet for a few moments before speaking slowly."One was going to ask who was that child of." Zhongli looked flabbergasted. Was she really not going to ask about the whole...Rex Lapis is here before me and just died before the Liyue public thing? Before he could answer about it, Cloud Retainer beat him to it.

"You're not here to discuss the topic of becoming the Liyue archon again, one can see that. But rather you came all this way for something to do with that small child one may presume. So what may it be? Zhongli readjusted his posture and let out a breath he had been holding since he had left the house. Soon his words came out like word vomit. About how he felt becoming a parent, the fears that now his child could be immortal and possibly related to a late Adeptus, the feeling that he would have to explain that one day the friends they know won't always be there with them anymore, or that he their Papa too knows the pain because of who he is or what he was and the things they will have to embrace now that they can live a long life. All of it spilled out, and at that moment, Zhongli realized something too. He really needed someone to talk to. He had been raising you practically alone and didn't have anyone to really talk to about raising you. Zhongli was used to being alone at times but didn't really know about being alone always with a child. Cloud Retainer sighed and shook her head, looking towards you too.

"Even if the small child is one of us, they at least have a family to share the burden on, rather than be alone and scared within the human world. They can share and build a family within you. You, Lord Morax-" "Zhongli, Zhongli for myself as a human." "Zhongli...at least your child had you, so you can share the burden and memories and help them adjust. One doesn't know whom they could be related to, but one can try and find out. Mountain Carver and Cloud Shaper may help as well." Zhongli smiled as he relaxed his posture. It was so refreshing, he looked back at you and you waved as you and Ganyu along with Xiao had a rubber ducky race. He guessed you were winning.

The Yakasha and the other Adepti glanced at Zhongli. The questions they bore could wait, his eyes were solely focused on his child. You. He knew he would have to give some proper answers before doing his research on the type of illuminated beast family you come from. But for now, he joined you and your new family in racing your rubber duck toys. "Look, Papa! I'm winning!" It was fine, you had a larger family than just you and him. And with this one, he knew it could last.

[I.E I mean moon carver instead of mountain oml]

[lizaoverlord]

Listen I'm not privy to whatever goes on in ur sessions but I AM really intrigued in the soap opera that is Deimos's life, and watching him make horrible decisions regarding his relationships is both entertaining and funny

That being said

Deimos sweetie I'm so happy your opening yourself up to someone and entering into a (mostly) healthy relationship with them, but WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT WHEN YOUR EX TURNED PATRON IS BREATHING DOWN YOUR NECK??? BRO?? YOU JUST SCORNED THAT BITCH AND NOW HES GONNA MAKE IT EVERYONES PROBLEM FUCK

Anyway congrats on getting a boyfriend, hope that toxic ex god thing works out

Okay let me start with: this message is amazing thank you! xD ♥ I am going to try and break down Deimos' thought process a bit but BOY do I actually agree with you. xD

From Deimos' perspective he thinks only 2 things can happen right now:

Vannatir doesn't care as much as expected and that's a good thing to know! Deimos knows he will be hurt for a bit but at least he can then pick up the pieces of his life again. He then also gets to avoid Vannatir's plan for him; Vannatir wants to bring Deimos to an eternal realm that Vannatir is creating. Deimos tried to be calm about it when this was mentioned a few sessions ago but he is mortified.

Vannatir does get angry and now that Ludek is involved it is indeed everyone else's problem as well. Deimos tried to keep the Grey Wardens away from all that was happening between him and Vannatir but he realized 'why though? Maybe I WANT this to be their problem as well.'

So Deimos only sees advantages to his new strategy. Deimos is also sort of starting to throw caution away ever since his snake familiar Fellthran turned out to be a spy for Vannatir. Deimos thinks Vannatir can't do as much as he threatens he can do now that Deimos is back on the material plane surrounded by capable partymembers. So /shrug/ he just goes for what brings him happiness and pride, he figures he's a free man.

I as the player am definitely a lot more worried. But who knows? Maybe Deimos is right in either of his 2 expected outcomes!

[bonnieisaway]

hi scissor seven fandom. i still have not watched season four and i'm going insane in the membrane so i'm here to discuss how we dont talk about this scene enough

anyway so i was editing again and i got put off because i found this specific screenshot again

and i was put off about it because he smiles here. he smiles. this like absolutely mortifying, fucked up smile. and i went back and now i think it's really fucking cool (atleast by my interpretation)

ANYWAYS: to jog your memory Redtooth just fucking MAIMED Dai Bo and Xiao Fei and now Seven is next- and he has this internal dialogue with 'his past self' in his head. A few episodes before this, Seven says to Dai Bo that he has "An idea" of how he used to be- though, "My memory is still choppy." And this scene, when he looks to talk to his past self, I think illustrates what he can remember now:

We see an unnamed woman dying, and then Seven standing at, presumably, her unmarked grave. Then we see Seven approaching the Killers League- or another building in Xuanwu- and after that, the day the girl in white stabbed Seven. The last 'memory' (though, this one might just be more of a conceptualization of what he thinks he was,) is Seven standing on top of a pile of broken swords and bones, and this is the last 'memory' we see

These, and what Seven has been told by others like Captain Jack, are what Seven uses to form this concept of his past self. Notably, in Captain Jack's nightmares, past Seven is also depicted as smiling- when in reality, he had only ever smiled once, with the girl in white.

'Past Seven' approaches the current him and asks, "You've been looking for me, haven't you?" Which, more literally, would mean Seven's been searching for these memories, and the remnant of who this person was in himself today. The first time we see this Seven's face, he is smiling. This massive, terrifying grin.

fucking christ bro put that away

Seven tells himself that he cannot escape this- he will never escape the Shadow Killers, and he tells himself that he has to let this part of him 'take over.' To be clear, this is not to paint Seven as having a split personality, but more to represent that he is at war with himself. When Seven smiles and slashes Redtooth, that is not a different person, but Seven, what he thinks is, regressing to that person that he used to be.

But notably, I think, this is not the Seven that he used to be. This is, by no means, who he was in the past. Seven, in the past, never smiled, nor had shown any emotion indicating that he took pleasure in these things. The only times Seven is painted this way is from other characters who are inherently unreliable narrators, because they themselves do not know the full story of who Seven was. Season 3, with the help of 'Two Heroes' from Season 2, paints past Seven as somebody who was going through to motions: he did what he needed to do, and that was it. And sometimes, through this, he is compassionate or merciful- though only in a way that is obvious when you have the bigger picture. Beyond this, the 'past Seven' we see here says something that directly conflicts with what he had truly believed: "You cannot escape your past."

Younger Seven does not speak enough to actively say he does not agree with this, but I think he did believe he could because of what happened with the Girl in White. Seven here, in his scattered memories, sees her entirely as a catalyst for him to put his emotions aside. Seven in the past directly betrayed the organization and fought every killer in Xuanwu for her. If Seven believed that he could never escape his fate, that he would never be able to run far enough from the organization, I don't think he ever would have risked everything for the Girl in White. If he never believed that, if his emotions had never won, he never would have walked into what he KNEW was a trap to save her- he never would have done anything and everything for her, because he would have believed it would've been pointless in the end.

This 'past self' that Seven forces himself to embrace, the one that smiles when he draws his sword against an enemy that logically, he should've known was nigh impossible to beat, was never Seven. This was the ideal of who he was, and he himself can hardly even try and stick to this: Not even moments later, he stares down at his sword once again and thinks in silence, questioning who he is.

This past Seven, the ideal of who he was, once again tells him that his emotions will weaken him, but even if that's what Seven had been taught all his life, somehow, through the Girl in White, this belief had began to unravel. And beyond that, objectively, he is wrong about this- this ideal Seven tries to force himself to embody does not stand a chance against Redtooth, and his forced apathy gets him nowhere. Redtooth- who did not even recognize this Seven who smiled at him, but when he stood the same way he did before- directly says Seven's sword must be weaker than he thought.

Green Phoenix says "He's out of practice- that isn't how you use the blade." And, originally, I took this line to sound a bit snooty, because technically, this looks no different than how Seven has used the sword in the past, and fuck if Green Phoenix knows how to use the thing, but I think this line is a lot better when you read it as "That isn't how Seven used the blade." I don't know if that's really how it was meant to be translated, or if I'm looking to deep into it, but it's a nice touch.

Seven does not stand a chance in defeating Redtooth until he forgets what he's told himself, and reaffirms to himself once again: he is not that person he (thought he) once was.

Seven, evidently, still loses here: he nearly pushes Redtooth to his very limit, but this is the closest he gets to defeating him, this is where Seven is his strongest, when he uses his emotions to reaffirm who he is today.

I think Seven is still very much stuck exploring who he once was: and he may not ever truly know that he's never actually been this cold, unfeeling villain, but this episode goes so far to show how Seven learns that he will always choose the island, his friends and his emotions above all else, and the small ways it shows us this isn't even who Seven really was, and it's so so fucking cool and I absolutely adore it.

if i watch season 4 and it actually just smacks me in the face and contradicts everything i say here i'm going to blow up a building also i still haven't watched it so let's pray i dont get notes that spoil it

[reckless-enough-serenade]

Lockwood & Co Appreciation Week - Day 2

Favorite Scene from the Book/show

Favorite Scene from the Show The scene in episode 5 after Lucy and Lockwood escape Winkman.

Lockwood has just faced his biggest fear - that another person he loves is going to die. That he'll have to watch. That it'll be his fault. He would much rather die himself than go through it again. He is forced to face how special Lucy has become to him, and how vulnerable that makes him.

And then immediately after he wants to go right back to flippant hero mode and Lucy is just not having it. But the fact that she sees through his act, the fact that she cares, the fact that he COULD talk to her about it just proves that he's right be terrified of losing her. And Lucy makes it sound so easy, when it really isn't, and then Cameron does this and my heart bursts into a million pieces, etc.

I feel you bro, it sucks that if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

Favorite Scene from the Books (minor spoilers but I figure everyone is probably spoiled on what happens at the end of The Hollow Boy by now?)

In The Creeping Shadow when Lockwood comes to Lucy's apartment after she's left the agency. I just...the tension. She's in pajamas and her place is a mess and Lockwood is wearing the tie she bought him for Christmas holding her freshly laundered underwear. I was holding my breath.

I'm obsessed with that 4 months apart:

"I'd rehearsed our eventual meeting, running through different scenarios in my head. I'd imagined Lockwood asking me to rejoin the company. Asking, or begging, even- going down on bended knee. I'd thought of how I would have to refuse him, and how the warm pain of it would pierce my heart. I'd also conjured visions of meeting him unexpectedly, while out on moonlit cases, and of us having bittersweet conversations before going our separate ways. yes, I'd imagined plenty of situations, all sorts of variables."

Lucy and I have the same love of angst and I want to read a million fics about unexpected meetings on moonlit cases pronto.

[monsterkissed]

was feeling ornery about those posts that claim fandoms don't care about commenting of fanfics anymore and it's Killing Writers etc etc source: trust me bro i'm a fandom elder etc etc and since my ao3 account is now over 10 years old i decided to go thru all my earliest oneshots and an equal number of the latest oneshots i've written, tally up all their numbers and work out the averages and see how they line up and

the only metric

on which the newer fics do better

is comments.

the newer fics have fewer hits (the most predictable, since the older fics have been accessible for longer and i made no effort to correct for that) and fewer kudoses and bookmarks on average, but they have almost four times as many comments. more than that: every single one of them had comments.

because here's the twist even i didn't anticipate: of the pre-2020 fics i sampled, more than two thirds had zero comments.

i'm not even slightly going to pretend this constitutes a meaningful study; the sample size is laughable, i didn't correct for the difference in publishing time or fandom popularity or include my multi-chapter fic etc (tho it's still more data than almost every single "fandom is dying bc you won't comment on my good omens omegaverse au" post supplies) but the shallow, consumerist, entitled modern fans are commenting regularly on everything i post, while most of the fics i posted in what i am assured was a far more golden age of commenting went without a single word for ten years.

the difference genuinely shocks me. when i started counting i assumed comments would be fairly consistent because fics get their biggest helping when they're first published; proving that they hadn't gone down was the point of this petty exercise, not accidentally revealing they'd skyrocketed and i'd tricked my idiot brain into not noticing. did you know that in the summer of '13 i wrote five fics back to back that got not one single comment? i didn't! if that happened to me today i'd be mortified. back then i apparently didn't consider it important enough to even bother remembering, if i noticed it at all. when my readership got significantly more talkative i didn't appreciate what i'd gained, i just quietly rose-tinted the past to make the present less special. and if that's what i was doing while being cynical of the scaremongering, how badly are the people who buy fully into it skewing their own perceptions?

anyway, ig all that to say: a sincere and deeply touched thank you to all the members of shallow, consumerist, entitled modern fandom! you are, objectively, the best audience i have ever had and i will try not to forget that this time

[kokoshfts]

So I was just gonna put it in dream log but I think it's kinda funny

So what happened was I was supposed to get married to this one guy (I think he was supposed to be a king or sum) ig and like I didn't want to get married so I was going to run away and like one of the ladies that work for him saw me and was kinda giving me a look like (don't run away) but like I was finna run anyway so like I ran and like I was gonna go upstairs (idk why) like I was just tryna go but then I heard him like yelling or sum and like this dude was coming after me (like bro can't you just marry someone else like it's really not that deep) but yeah I was gone....UNTIL bro actually started chasing me when i tell you my soul left entirely tell me why when I looked back bro was coming full speed in my direction I HAVE NEVER SCREAMED SO LOUD I ain't gone even lie I have never been chased like this ts is TERRIFYING idk bruh like I couldn't even run anymore like I was so mortified I just gave up and let bro catch me I just excepted my fate like bro I was crying so hard like wtf its not even about the marriage anymore it's about the speed he was going at like what? I have NEVER oh yeah so he did catch me but idk what he said he was just yelling at me ALSO it's the fact that when I was getting chased one of the ladies yelled 'STOP!!'........👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀FYM STOP THERE IS A GROWN MAN COMING IN MY DIRECTION bro I'm not even gone lie when he was chasing me I felt like I was dying like I literally have never been that scared I'm so serious like bro is the marriage THAT important bro ts was crazyyyyy (visual representation of what my face looked like when I saw him right behind me)

[rockitmans]

Blaine Anderson Vs Valentine's Day (6/14)

Summary: Blaine drunk posts on his Instagram asking for a date for Valentine's Day. He gets one.

Notes: Written for the @klaineccfanficlibrary Valentine Challenge. Today's song is Words of Love by The Beatles

Read on AO3 or below

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Queen T: You haven't texted me in five days so I have to assume a horrible illness has befallen you. Or you're dead. So which is it?

Blaine: Sorry, T. I've just been busy. 

Queen T: With what exactly? After all, I am your entire reason for living

Blaine: You remember that hummelbrag guy? I've kind of been talking to him non stop. It should probably be embarrassing. But it's not. 

Blaine: For me at least. Elliott finds it mortifying 

Queen T: HOW DID YOU TELL ELLIOTT ABOUT THIS BEFORE ME???

Queen T: CALL ME RIGHT NOW

~~

Sam: Hey bro, where you at? It's been a while.

Blaine: Sorry. I realize I'm kind of The Worst. I met someone. He's been keeping me busy 🙈

Sam: Busy getting busy. Nice. 

Blaine: Oh God 

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Blaine: Why does following someone on Instagram feel like a marriage proposal if you're like... stupidly into them?

Elliott: Because you're a freak?

Blaine: Rude. But valid.

Blaine: Fuck it I'm doing it. I'm popping the question

Blaine: And by that I mean I'm following him. Not proposing. That would be crazy.

Elliott: I'll buy a hat 

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Kurt: You've followed me

Kurt: Are you sure we're ready for this level of commitment? 

Blaine: You know I thought about it long and hard. But there's a moment when you just say to yourself, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever."

Blaine: And that's how I feel about those bowties you make. I need them on my feed. They're truly majestic. 

Kurt: Came for my ability to pick you up, stayed for the fashion

Kurt: Honestly, I'm glad it happened this way 

Blaine: It's still all just talk that you can pick me up, you know? Pure conjecture. 

Kurt: Well. 

Kurt: Maybe we'll have to test it. Prove a theory.

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"Hey, folks," Blaine says into the camera. "It's obviously Valentine's Day in a week and The Beatles never fail to be relevant for any occasion. Which is why I'm bringing you Words of Love by The Beatles." He pauses for effect. "Punk Rock version." 

He's already recorded and edited the actual song so he just splices the videos together and posts. It's a song that's been on his mind a lot over the last week. He's not lying when he makes claims that The Beatles bear the same cultural relevance today than they did in the sixties. But there's something about this song particularly. Let me hear you say the words I long to hear.

He and Kurt have been talking every day and flirting shamelessly back and forth. But there's still a carefulness about it. A reluctance to really lay it all out there. Which, Blaine thinks indignantly, is really what Valentine's Day should all be about. 

The fact that he could be the one to do the putting it out there isn't lost on him. And usually he would be bounding in headfirst without a care. But there's something holding him back. Not doubt about how Kurt feels exactly. But doubt about how to make an internet flirtation into something… real. Something lasting. 

And it's almost terrifying how much he wants it to become something lasting. 

He really just needs a step in the right direction. A sign. A Valentine's Day miracle. Which is obviously a thing. And a powerful thing at that. Or maybe he just needs a new Wish Journal.

He distracts himself by looking through his comments instead. His followers are frequently unhinged but that's why he loves them and, probably, why they love him. As much as anyone can love anyone in this parasocial world they're living in. Which brings him dangerously close to thinking about Kurt again. Damn it.

boooomers This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. I'm in love with it actually

HarleyQuinnWasFramed bro you can't fuck with the beatles. that's like fucking with jesus

pericleanford blaine anderson marry me challenge

hummelbrag For all the singles out there, this is our year ❤️

Blaine smiles. His distraction tactics totally failed but he can't be mad about it. He clicks through to Kurt's profile just so he can look at his face like the completely hopeless sap that he is. Kurt's definitely on to something. It could be their year.

But hopefully it won't take as long as that.