#which i'm unreasonably passionate about

[theslimeologist]

can we take a moment and ask what happened here? like what did they do to her??

oh.

[snekdood]

i dont wanna hear anyone bitch about the frequency with which i upload my comic for a myriad of reasons but one of which being that I essentially post 2-3 pages at once to begin with- like I do not need to make the strips as long as i do but i do it anyways and you're welcome.

[milswrites]

Sweetened Dreams

Pairing: Azriel x Dream Weaver Fem!Reader

Summary: Having access to the people of Velaris' dreams was a gift you did not take for granted. Having access to your mate's heated dreams? Absolutely delicious.

Warnings: 18 + mdni (f oral, p in v, sex dreams).

Word count: 2.6k

You watched on from the balcony as rosy fingered dawn made her appearance. The warm light of the morning sun bled into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the sleeping streets of Velaris.

It was early — far too early for you to be awake on your day off. And yet, despite the remnants of drowsiness which still lingered in your system, you found yourself incapable of succumbing to the warm embrace of sleep.

Rather, you welcomed the gentle breeze of the morning air as it kissed your reddened cheeks on the balcony of your home, the wind working to quell the heated blush which had risen in the wake of your untimely stirring.

You were no stranger to being awake at unreasonable hours — it was the gruelling nature of your job. Gifting dreams to the slumbering citizens of the Night Court. Yet, in all your years of working, never had you been disturbed by another person's dreams as you rested. Not until now.

The soft, lingering touches as his gentle hands explored your curves.

The salacious cry of pleasure which slipped from his parted lips.

The mouth-watering drag of his hips languidly meeting your own.

Azriel was dreaming.

Dreaming of you.

The sensuous image of Azriel's lustful fantasy, alongside the blinding wave of arousal being passed down the bond, was enough to leave you flushed. Dawn's cool air provided you with no respite from your mate's titillating thoughts as your cheeks grew warmer and warmer with each minute passed.

The heated kiss of his soft lips trailing across the sensitive skin of your neck.

The grounding touch of his calloused hands laced between your own.

The desperate groan which followed each passionate thrust he delivered.

It was impossible to block him out — whatever meagre control you once held over your magic had since been relinquished. Unable to change the course of his temptuous dream, your mind focussed solely on the primal surge of your mate's pleasure as it travelled down the bond. Finding every ounce of him overwhelming — your swirling thoughts were consumed by Azriel, and Azriel alone.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

Lost in the haze of the male's lustful vision, images of his mouth latched onto your skin caused a pleasant warmth to pool between your legs. Desire rising in your chest, you failed to notice that Azriel's dream had ceased. The familiar hum of your unruly magic had long since subsided and yet, even in the absence of its presence, your amorous thoughts remained solely on him.

Absorbed by the insatiable pulse of your growing hunger, you startled as the low voice of your mate called out from behind you. The remnants of sleep clinging on to Azriel's words as he huskily uttered, "my love, do you ever rest?"

"The city is sleeping, and so I'm awake," you answered simply, pausing for a moment as your mate's tender hands came to wrap around your middle — Azriel's welcoming warmth enveloping you as his chest firmly pressed against your back. You released a small sigh of contentment at his action, your head rolling back to rest against his shoulder as you continued, "when you sleep, your . . . thoughts -" Azriel's nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, a wave of pleasure washing over your body as his soft hum urged you to continue, "-they're quite loud."

A low sound of amusement rumbled in Azriel's chest at your words. Yet, the male's efforts remained focussed on leaving a trail of languidly placed kisses along the expanse of your neck, until — finally — the ghost of his heated breath enticingly blew against your ear as the Shadowsinger confessed, "I was dreaming about you."

You were helpless in stopping the quiet moan which slipped from your lips as Azriel gently tugged you closer towards him, goosebumps rising on your skin as the light touch of his growing member brushed tantalisingly against your back. Breathless, you replied, "I know . . . I saw it."

"And was this your doing?" Azriel enquired, a small cry of frustration escaping your mouth as the male halted his sensuous actions. His teasing lips torturously hovering over the sweet spot on your neck as he continued to press, "have you been blessing my dreams again, my love?"

"Not this time," you answered truthfully. Whilst soothing Azriel's restless slumber and unsettling nightmares came naturally to you, never have you had the courage to bless your mate's dreams with the sweetness that he was referring to, "those thoughts were yours alone."

"A pity," Azriel concluded, the male lessening the grip of his arms around your waist as he devilishly smirked down at your faltering expression, "I suppose if you've already seen it, I needn't provide you with a demonstration — oh, but what a sweet dream it was."

You pouted at the absence of Azriel's searing touch as you turned to face the male. Your hand moving to slowly graze your mate's bare chest as you lifted your playful gaze to meet his darkened eyes, "now that you mention it . . . I may need a reminder of exactly what it was that I saw."

"Is that so?" the Shadowsinger asked with a raised brow, his wings twitching with a mind of their own as he noted the pleasant shift in your honeyed scent.

"Hmm . . . how did it start again?" you mused, an alluring smile working its way onto your face as you moved your lips to lightly brush against his own, Azriel's breath catching in his throat at your teasing contact as you seductively whispered, "like this?"

"Actually," Azriel's wandering hands slipped down to meet the back of your thighs, the male swiftly lifting you up into his arms as he began to retreat back into the comforting warmth of your bedroom. The promise of a fulfilling morning upon his lips as he purred, "I think it began with my head between your legs."

⋆⭒˚.⋆

The experienced swipe of his salacious tongue against your slick.

The cooling bliss of his restless shadows as they moved to explore the soft contours of your writhing body.

The heated lust in his sultry gaze as he worked to keep his sight on your hooded eyes.

Azriel devoured you like a man starved.

And yet, despite the fervent nature of his actions, your mate's passion was delivered with an air of intimacy. The Shadowsinger's gentle hands moving to lace between your own as he softly groaned in satisfaction against your dripping sex.

It was almost too much to bear — your back arching from the bed in response to the carnal swipe of Azriel's tongue against your pulsing heat. A low whine falling from your lips as the male contentedly lapped up the taste of your sweetened arousal.

You mewled when Azriel turned his attention towards your clit, your mouth parting breathlessly as the male lazily trailed small circles around your aching bud. Gripping his hands tighter, you helplessly bucked against his face, your eyes closing in ecstasy as you lowly begged for more.

It was utter bliss.

Your senses were wholly consumed by your mate as he eagerly worked to bring you to completion, each delicious movement succeeding in ebbing away the last dregs of drowsiness which still remained from your early wakening.

Yet, your feeling of intense pleasure was gone all too soon, Azriel having pulled away just as you were on the precipice of your high. Groaning at the absence of his heated touch, your eyes fluttered open to meet your mate's mischievous gaze, a matching smirk etched onto his handsome face.

A lucky female indeed.

"Is this stirring your memory yet, my love?" Azriel crooned, the male slowly crawling up the length of your body until his swollen lips came to brush against your own. That same glint of unbridled mischief reflecting in your own eyes as you hummed your reply, "possibly . . ." Your hand leisurely trailed down Azriel's chest until it came to rest upon his hardened cock, "but I may need a little reminder of what came next."

A frenzied growl broke from Azriel's throat at your action, the male's eyes growing dark with lust before he finally sealed his lips against your own.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

The kiss was searing — a passionate clash of tongues and teeth. Your mouths moved together in a wondrous synchrony as the two of you sought to sate your growing desire.

You were insatiable; wanting nothing more than to be consumed by all Azriel had to offer.

His sweetened scent.

His delectable taste.

His heated touch.

Every last inch of him was intoxicating.

You needed your fix of him, and so, desperate to quell the pulsing ache which had risen in your core at his fervid touch, you impatiently rolled your hips against his own. A feverish moan spilling from your lips as the head of Azriel's leaking cock brushed tantalisingly against your dripping folds.

Softly chuckling at your growing frustration, Azriel playfully nipped at the push skin on your lips as he pulled away from the kiss. Admiration pooling in your mate's hazel eyes, he stole a moment to take in the radiance of your morning glow. His once darkened gaze softening as it swept over your heavenly features, the male's mouth parted in awe as he quietly asked, "am I still dreaming?"

You blushed at the innocence of Azriel's question, your hand moving to lovingly rest against your mate's face as your thumb began to gently caress his pinkish cheeks. A soothing smile crossing your lips, you replied with a question of your own, "and what would you do if you were still dreaming?"

Azriel lent forwards, the heated touch of his breath softly tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as he purred, "I would do this." The male placed a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck, your body quivering with anticipation as he began to trail his mouth lower. "And this," he uttered, sweetly placing another kiss onto the curve of your breast. "And also this," he finished, his lips moving to ghost over your pert nipple. Azriel's mouth parted into a soft 'o' as the male lightly blew onto your stiffened peak, a warm smile stretching across his face before his swollen lips finally came to close around your breast.

Sighing in bliss, you arched into the male's touch, your body writhing underneath his own as he delicately sucked at your tender skin. "Is that all?" you taunted breathlessly as Azriel moved his mouth to tend to your other breast, whining as your mate teasingly rolled his tongue around your peaked nipple.

Yet, the wondrous sensation which had risen from your mate's salacious kisses did nothing to sate your ever-growing desire. And so, needing more, you ground yourself against the male's hardened cock — your eyes heavy with want as you urged him to act.

So Azriel did. A soft cry spilling from your lips as the male slowly pushed his cock into your pulsing heat, your mate euphorically mumbling into your skin as he did so, "gods, you're perfect... my beautiful, beautiful mate." 

You flushed at both his sweetened words and the pleasant feeling of his cock as he fully sheathed himself inside you. A languorous moan emitted past your lips as he stretched you fully; the sound turning into one of incredulous frustration as your mate failed to move. Locking your legs around his waist, you impatiently ground your hips against his, asking — no begging — the male for more. "Eager little thing," Azriel whispered as he began to move his hips at a torturously slow pace, "let me enjoy you, my love."

⋆⭒˚.⋆

It was impossible for Azriel to look away; his drunken gaze lust-filled and half-lidded as the male fought against his growing pleasure to keep his eyes locked on you.

On the delectable bounce of your plush breasts as they followed the slow rhythm of his passionate thrusts.

On the darkness which had consumed your irises as lust and desire took hold of your gaze.

On the shape of your parted lips as you let out sweet sounds of pleasure as you milked his warmed cock.

If this were a dream, then Azriel wished never to wake — the male longing to stay in his slumber forever, so as to memorise every intricate detail of your face.

Craving a more intimate connection, Azriel entwined his hands with your own, his face moving to burrow into the curve of your neck before softened words of love and adoration began to tumble from your mate's awestruck lips.

Azriel gritted his teeth as he quickened his pace, the male chasing after the addicting high of his release. His heart pounding at the way you clenched around his cock as your own organism grew nearer. And it was there, the sweet sound of your mewling slowly working to coax your mate's eyes open, that Azriel once more bore witness to your ethereal glow. 

A bright warmth radiated from your skin, the soft light reflecting in Azriel's reverential gaze. It was as though you had been blessed by the stars themselves; your skin holding a golden lustre which made you look utterly irresistible.

You were a gift.

To Prythian.

To Velaris.

To Azriel.

Basking in the light of your other-worldly power, Azriel's grip on your hands tightened as he continued his bruising rhythm, his wings twitching as he took in your godly form beneath him. A strangled cry of pleasure escaped your lips at the male's deep strokes, his fervent passion succeeding in tipping you over the edge of bliss as the heated wave of your orgasm finally washed over you.

Guided by your glowing light, Azriel continued to chase after his own release. The male's thrusts grew desperate as he moved deeper and deeper inside of you with each stroke delivered. Until finally, Azriel reached his own high. The low tones of his frenzied groan reaching your ears as your mate came undone, ribbons of his white hot cum painting your walls as he did so.

You both lay there for a moment, the weight of Azriel's chest heaving against your own as the two of you fought to catch your breaths.

Stealing a moment to bask in the peaceful silence of dawn, you admired the male's post-sex glow. The glistening sheen of his sweat-soaked brow, the delicate curl of his tousled hair, the satisfied smile which lazily stretched across his swollen lips.

It was difficult to believe that Azriel was real and not simply a conjuring of your own imagination — a manifestation of your sweetest dreams. Yet, the grounding touch of his hands clasped between yours reminded you that this was real; that he was real.

It was only when the crushing wave of your highs had subsided, and the golden glow of your shimmering skin had dwindled, did Azriel then then pull himself from you. The male slumping onto the bed by your side, his large wings dropping in fatigue before he pulled you into the the warm embrace of his arms.

Softly sighing at the cool touch of his wandering shadows which still trailed across the length of your heated skin, you began to tease, "Was that everything you dreamed of then?"

"Everything and more," Azriel replied, his thumb working to rub small circles into your hip as he nestled his head into the crook of your neck once more, the male placing a gentle kiss onto your skin before he continued, "what a lucky male I am, to have had my dreams turned into reality by a being as beautiful as you."

You blushed at his words, amazed at the effect that the male still had on you even after years of being together. Glowing in domestic bliss, you answered, "perhaps I may have to start blessing your dreams myself if this is the treatment I'll receive. A good morning, indeed."

Azriel sleepily chuckled into your shoulder at your reply, his bright eyes finding yours before he warmly stated, "It's always a good morning when I wake to the sight of the sun between my arms."

Notes: so I'm back on the writing grind (hopefully)! I have a few more ideas for this pairing so let me know if you want to see more of them! Thank you to @itsswritten and @writingcroissant for sparking this idea and to @sarawritestories , @ninthcircleofprythian and @daycourtofficial for dealing with my mental breakdowns whilst I wrote this lol.

Divider by @tsunami-of-tears

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

DEATHSTROKE!READER HEADCANONS CUZ YALL LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Deathstroke reader's hair is fried, like it was back when they used to be Robin. They used to straighten their hair to an unreasonable amount. Actually, think of Steph back in her Robin days—that was literally the reader's hair back when they were Robin, but it didn't work well for their hair type, resulting in terrible and irreversible hair damage. When they joined Deathstroke, they shaved all their hair off and started fresh. Fresh hair. The reader has a buzz cut that is gelled to be spiky and styled; it's actually pretty good. They used to dye their hair a lot, like blonde, which also contributed to the hair damage. Last but not least, the Wilson family loves to rub your freshly buzzed hair.

Deathstroke reader has acne around their face, which is basically your fault because you wear a lot of makeup, causing some acne. Also, your mask makes you sweat, clogging your pores. You've been thinking about getting a skincare routine, but you're too lazy, so Rose does your skincare every now and then. Your acne isn't really noticeable; it's just there. But as long as you keep up with those face masks, you'll be fine.

Deathstroke reader is non-binary; they go by all pronouns and wear both masculine and feminine clothing. They used to only wear masculine clothes back in their Robin days because they hated femininity due to their mother. I'll get into this deeper in a later fic. Deathstroke reader is also around 19 to mid-20s; I wanted to make them older compared to the other readers, who are either in high school or in college. Deathstroke reader is pretty tall, like basketball-level tall, standing right next to Slade's shoulder.

Deathstroke reader smokes; Rose does too, and I'm pretty sure I saw a comic where Slade smokes. It runs in the family, I guess, but you can't find your lighter anywhere—borrowed by Rose, or you lost it some way, somehow. So you find intricate ways to light a cigarette. Hell yeah, the Flash's electric speed definitely helps your Green Lantern boyfriend light your cigarette for you. Totally, Deathstroke reader will literally walk up to Bruce, smoking in his face. The rest of the Bat Family hates the fact that you smoke, scolding you and saying it's bad for you, like you're some child, even though you're about to be pushing 30. It gets on your nerves.

Deathstroke reader isn't much into relationships; mostly, they have meaningless flings. When you're thinking about getting into a relationship, you're already waking up with someone gone. You have an ongoing fling with Constantine—not a serious relationship, really; it’s routine at this point. You call him up for a favor or he does, and you both get a drink, maybe a smoke. You end up at his dank apartment, then you leave the next day. You don't intend on staying, and you don't intend on loving him either, but he's developing warm feelings in his chest because of you. You always have to remind him it's just a fling. Roy, on the other hand, isn't so easily persuaded. That ginger will not believe it started as a one-time thing. The moment he saw you playing around with Lian was the moment he declared you his. So gentle with her, so sweet; you only say it's because you have siblings, but he knows better. The nights you two spent together are passionate and sweet, but you always seem to leave his bed with no intention of coming back. You're breaking his heart.

When Deathstroke reader was Robin, they had internalized misogyny within them, not just because the Robin mantle used to be for guys, but also because of their relationship with their mom. Think about the "I Hate My Mom" song by GRLwood—like, they used to hate almost anything feminine because it reminded them of their mother: long nails, makeup, eyelashes, dresses, skirts, all that stuff. It's not until they worked with Slade that they started to embrace this part of themselves. You're not like your mother; you never will be. It doesn't make you weak, and it doesn't make you any less strong. That's something I can understand—makeup and flashy clothing, embracing yourself more.

Deathstroke reader is brutal when it comes to fights; they do not fight fair at all—biting, slapping, scratching, kicking—almost anything. Sure, they do know fighting styles, but their greatest strengths are brute force and ambushing their attacker with punches to the point where they're unable to react. You had a fight with Cass one time, and you dominated her with hits over and over again, not letting her let up. Sure, she can read body movements, but yours are so aggressive that it's honestly too hard to fight back. You're pummeling Damien like he's not your little brother, more like a stray dog on the street begging for scraps. Your head-butting Jason's Red Hood mask, making cracks in his mask and giving him a black eye in the process. Sure, your head was ringing for at least an hour, but it was worth seeing the shock on his face. You remember one time Bruce visited you at Arkham Asylum—the asylum he put you in—trying to manipulate you into coming home. You jumped across the table, beating the shit out of him. It took multiple nurses to get you off of him. Anytime the Bat Family comes to visit, especially Bruce, you're stuck in a straitjacket with a glass wall in front of you. There's literally a struggle at Arkham to try and get you into the meeting room. They have to roll you in a wheelchair like luggage out of an airport because you tried to escape multiple times, but it always fails, and you're stuck in that meeting room. They're rambling on and on, saying they'll bring you back home. Yeah, right.

[luvseraphh]

Hi!! Can I get a latte with caramel drizzle and a chocolate muffin for Bakugou please?🩷🩷

(Water bender reader if applicable please)

water and fire k. bakugo

in which water and fire didn't mix well, but something about it is so enticing, it was hard to keep saying no.

order a treat here

everyone knows fire and water wouldn't mix well. bakugo's explosive, fiery personality didn't mesh well with your calm, empathetic one.

he didn't like how kind and calm you were, uplifting everyone while still making sure the energy levels didn't get too high. it irked him in ways that were unreasonable.

you didn't like the way he made everyone else seem stupid, putting others down just to make himself look better.

but somehow, you guys still couldn't seem to get away from each other. you sat next to each other in class, you were often stuck next to each other on the common room couch, it's like fate wanted to push you together.

"you're so fucking annoying," katsuki scoffed as you both walked back from training, having been assigned partners.

"i don't get what your problem is with me. i'm nothing but kind to you despite the fact that you're a dick to everyone," you finally explode, stopping in your tracks to look at the blond.

"the problem is you won't fucking leave me alone. i can't even get peace in my fucking dreams. you're everywhere. i can't take it anymore. it's so aggravating," he scoffs, turning to yell at you too, before smashing your lips together in a passionate, angry kiss.

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[doctorbunny]

MILGRAM Hallucination Booklet Translation pt.1 (Yamanaka and DECO*27 Interview)

Context: This interview was from a booklet handed out at the MILGRAM Hallucination live show on the 21st January 2024 (if you want a copy you can buy it here) This translation was made possible by the generosity of @maxpawb sharing images of his booklet with me This translation is mostly my own, but @maristelina helped me with some sections. Now without further ado:

Q.01 Introduce Yourself. I'm Takuya Yamanaka. I'm the creator/planner/screenwriter for MILGRAM. I'm DECO*27. I work as the music producer for MILGRAM. I like Hatsune Miku.

Q.02 What reactions from the guards have been the most surprising so far? Yamanaka: There are a lot of guards that were born overseas, aren't there? Even though it's created with rather Japanese sensibilities, overseas audiences didn't seem to mind at all. Though the countries and sensibilities are different than what I anticipated, votes have become more multifaceted, it's very interesting, isn't it? DECO: To forgive or not forgive the prisoners what do you do, whether it goes as you expected or the result turns out to be quite the opposite, its fascinating. Maybe your nationality affects the kind of criteria you use to make judgements? I've been thinking about something like that.

Q.03 Is there anything you didn't imagine would happen at the start of the trial? Yamanaka: I didn't write it with a large overseas audience in mind, because from the start I wasn't worrying about popularity at all, I simply didn't think I'd be watching over so many guards. Milgram was developed as a more underground project, but it's popularity is a good surprise, isn't it. DECO: There were more people who got into MILGRAM without already caring about my music than I imagined, it was surprising. I feel like MILGRAM has spread further beyond than what I thought it would. I'm very grateful!

Q.04 So far, what's made you the happiest? Yamanaka: Everything. As a creator it brings me great joy to see a work that existed in my mind, take shape and be enjoyed by so many people. Other than that, because I also love the characters I've birthed, seeing all the guards talking about them and sharing their thoughts, both positive and negative, has to be the best feeling. DECO: It makes me happy to see lots of people analysing the meanings I put in my songs! The theories get pretty close to the truth too, I think... the power of all the guards is really cool.

Q.05 So far, what has been the most challenging? Yamanaka: Because I have to change the script in accordance with the audience's decisions, I can't create the entire story in advance. Furthermore, as of the second trial, there aren't only individual character storylines, the prisoner's verdicts begin to emerge and they influence each other. That is to say, I can't start writing until after everyone's results are out. Willingly subjecting myself to doing something this unreasonable, is what I feel is difficult for me. But because DECO*27 is also going through the same hell, we're holding on to some semblance of sanity. DECO: The story changes in accordance to all the guards' choices, and the music has to be written to match. I think this is harder for Yamanaka-P, who writes the script, than it is for me... But though its tough, I feel its really worthwhile, It makes me really happy to be able to communicate with everyone through my songs!

Q.06 Do you have any regrets like "I wish I had done it differently back then!"? Yamanaka: I've thought it over quite carefully, but there's nothing in particular. I think everyone involved in the project is giving it their all and its a really passionate environment. DECO: Nope! I've been able to put all the things I've thought of into my songs.

Q.07 Which prisoners are the easiest to write dialogue/music for? Yamanaka: If I had to pick one, it'd be Fuuta. He's the type of person that's pretty easy to write because his brain never shuts up. Other than him, Yuno and Shidou are relatively academic kids in theory, so they're easy to write because they're very clear when it comes to what they want to convey. [TL note just because its funny, the idiom Yamanaka uses is lit. "There is barking in the inside [of Fuuta's] head] DECO: It went smoothly for all of them!

Q.08 Which prisoners are the most fun to write dialogue/music for? Yamanaka: Muu's lines were the very fun to write~. I'm fascinated by her approach to life and can't help but envy how fun it must be to behave like that. Yuno and Amane are my runners up. I enjoy writing the kinds of characters who plainly state their ideas and speak eloquently. DECO: Mahiru! From the start writing about the relationships between men and women has been what you might call my forte, its enjoyable to make. I feel like this is also why I find Yuno easy to write for.

Q.09 Which prisoners are the hardest to write dialogue/music for? Yamanaka: Overwhelmingly, Haruka's dialogue takes me the longest to write. I have to use the parts of my brain that I wouldn't normally use to figure out how to not just directly convey what he wants to say. DECO: None of them!

Q.10 What's your favourite combination of characters? Yamanaka: Amane and Shidou. They're on completely different wavelengths about everything, and the best part is that there's no getting around it. My second pick might go to Yuno and Muu. They don't get along at all so their fights are never just superficial squabbling. DECO: I always like the interactions between Es and the prisoners. I'm liking how over the course of the voice drama interrogations, Es seems to be gradually coming to understand the prisoner's humanity. Especially Es + Mahiru!

Q.11 Do you want to be friends with any of the prisoners? Yamanaka: Shidou and Kazui. I like the idea of being friends with professional people. I think that people who choose to go into something specialized, its clear they have a kind of resolve and that's charming, isn't it? DECO: Yuno! I feel like she'd be easy to talk to. She seems like she's used to friends who maintain a good distance from each other. [note: while 'good' here can mean a fair amount of distance, in Japanese relationships the concept of boundaries is also built into the idea of distance, so in English you might talk about someone who is a close friend but still has good boundaries, but in Japanese this is someone who has the 'right amount'/ちょうどいい of distance from you, so this could mean Yuno doesn't have any close friends or that Yuno is just a good friend because she isn't going to turn up to your house unexpectedly and eat all the food in your fridge]

Q.12 Do you want to date any of the prisoners? Yamanaka: I love all of my characters a lot, but, well... how should I say it... I don't think I would date any of them. [TL note: I had to shift the wording to be more natural in English but the Japanese Q is more like 'which prisoner would you want to be your boy/girlfriend?' curse english for not having an exact equivalent to koibito, so Yamanaka's answer is more like 'I think would break up with all of them' its a nominal difference but my friend said to mention it bc its funny] DECO: I'm sorry.

Q.13 What's your favourite line/phrase? Yamanaka:

[Scene from Muu's first voice drama Crying B, TL taken from MILGRAMMER]

Es: Judging from your facial features, are you what they call “half-Japanese”? [lit. haafu/Half] Muu: Yeah… I’m biracial. [lit. daburu/Double]

It would have to be that wouldn't it? I got goosebumps when I wrote it it. DECO:

"It's not my fault"

I think that single phrase was able to represent Muu's character really well, if I do say so myself.

Q.14 Are there any prisoners that you think its good they're in MILGRAM? Yamanaka: All of them. Without these 10 people, this Milgram would be a complete failure. DECO: Without these 10 people, MILGRAM wouldn't exist!

Q.15 Is there anything the guards aren't aware of yet? Yamanaka: Of course, there may be some minor details, but I don't think there are any major points missing. The mysteries have already disseminated, I feel the full picture will be clearly revealed if the theories and wild speculations, which have been shared around the world, come together. As expected. DECO: There are! I hope you look forward to the gimmicks I wanted to put in my songs that will come out in the third trial!

Q.16 Is there anything you haven't been able to do up to now, but you want to try doing after this? Yamanaka: I want to do a stageplay. Every performance would be a different story set in Milgram. If anyone reading this is involved with stage productions, please contact me. [I can't find it now but I swear a while ago Yamanaka tweeted something similar like "I'm interested in doing stage adaptations of Caligula Effect or MILGRAM, if anyone is involved with stage production please contact me" I hope he does it, a MILGRAM stage play would be awesome] DECO: Fortunately, I'm already doing everything I want to do! Writing the trial 3 songs couldn't be more fun.

Q.17 Represent "MILGRAM" in one word. Yamanaka: 『人』 "People" DECO: 『噓』 "Lies" [This one is both simple and interesting so as a preview I'll share how akka and DMYM answered] akka: 『幻』 "Illusions" DMYM: 『信』 "Faith"

Q.18 Give a brief comment about the future of "MILGRAM". Yamanaka: There have already been plot developments that I personally wish I didn't have to write. The guards have all chosen a very intense path. It's frightening. I've also been ready to obey these choices since the start of MILGRAM, so I think we all should enjoy this story that can only be told once together. DECO: I've already started writing the prisoner's songs. It's hell. Please prepare yourselves. Q.19 A message for the guards. Yamanaka: Thank you for always looking after the prisoners. Milgram is a work that involves the participation of everyone, including yourself. The thoughts you had, the actions you took, the joy, and resentment you felt towards this prison, all this became a part of Milgram too. I would like you all to please live healthily in your realities alongside Milgram. DECO: Thank you for your hard work as guards. Although MILGRAM is full of troublemakers, we would be grateful if you could continue to watch over us for a long time to come. We will do our best to meet your expectations.

[A link to part 2 will be posted here when its ready]

(Japanese transcript under the cut)

Q.01 自己紹介を。 山中拓也です。 ミルグラムでは企画・原作・脚本をしています。 DECO*27です。 MILGRAMのサウンドプロデューサーを務めています。 初音ミクが好きです。

Q.02 これまでの看守たちからの反応で驚いたことは？ Yamanaka: 海外にもたくさんの看守が生まれるていったことですね。とっても日本的な感性で創っているので、海外ウケとかきにしていませんでした。やはり国が違うと感性も違うものだと思うので、より多面的な投票がされて、とても面白いですね。 DECO: 囚人が赦すor 赦さないのどっちになるか、と自分で予想していたりもしたのですが、結構それが逆の結果になっていることがあって興味深ったです。もしかして国民性で判断基準が違ってくるのかな？とか考えたりしました。

Q.03 審判開始時点では思い描いていなかったことはあるか？ Yamanaka: 海外ウケ気にしたことないと書きましたが、そもそもウケ自体あまり気にしていなかったので、シンプルにこんなにたくさんの看守の方に見守っていただけるコンテンツになるとは思っていませんでした。もっと、アンダーグラウンドで展開するつもりだったんですが、嬉しい悲鳴ですね。 DECO: 想像以上にDECO*27を知らない方にもMILGRAMを観てもらえたことに驚きました。自分の思っていた以上にMILGRAMが広がったなと感じています。ありがとうございます！

Q.04 これまでで一番嬉しかったことは？ Yamanaka: 全部です。自分の脳内にしかなかった作品が、形になり、たくさんの人に楽しんでもらえること自体がクリエイターとしては大きな喜ぶです。あとはやはり僕は自分が産んだ登場人物のことが大好きなので、プラスでもマイナスでも看守の皆様が彼らについて語って、想いをぶつけてくれいることが最高に嬉しいです。 DECO: たくさんの方に自分が音楽に込めた意味考察してもらえた嬉しいです！かなり正解に近い考察もあって、看守の皆さんのパワーすごいな…と思っています。

Q.05 これまでで一番大変だったことは？ Yamanaka: ユーザーの選択によって、シナリオを変更をするので、あらかじめ制作することができないということです。しかも二審からは個人のストーリーラインだけでなく、他の囚人の結果による影響も出てくる。ということは全員の結果出てからじゃないと制作できないということです。そんな無茶を勝手に自分でやりはじめて、勝手に自分で大変な思いをしています。同じ地獄をDECO27も味わっているので、なんとか正気を保っています。 DECO: 看守の皆さんの選択に応じてストーリー変化し、それに合うように音楽を書くことです。これは僕よりもシナリオを書く山中Pのほうが大変だろうな…と思いますが…大変ではありますがとてもやりがいをかんじていますし、曲を通じて皆さんとコミュニケーションが取れていることが嬉しいです！

Q.06　「今思えばやっておけばよかった！」のような後悔はあるか？ Yamanaka: よくよく考えてみたんですが、特に無いです。制作に関わる全員がベストを尽くしてくれているとてもアツい現場だと思います。 DECO: ないです！思いついたことはすべて楽曲で出力できています。

Q.07 シナリオや音楽の制作がスムーズな囚人は？ Yamanaka: 一人あげるとすればフータでしょうか。頭の中でわんわん言ってるので、かなり書きやすいタイプです。あとはユノや、シドウあたりの比較的理論的で偏差値高めな子たちは何が伝えたい��が明確なので書きやすいです。 DECO: みんなすんなりでした！

Q.08 シナリオや音楽の制作が一番楽しい囚人は？ Yamanaka: セリフを書いていて一番楽しいのはムウですかねぇ~。こんなふうにふるまえたち人生楽しいだろうという憧れすあります。次点でユノやアマネでしょうか。思想がはっきりしてて、弁の立つタイプは書くのが楽しいです。 DECO: マヒルです！自分が元々男女間の関係性を描くのが得意ということもあって、楽しく制作しています。そういった意味ではユノも書きやすいなと感じます。

Q.09 シナリオや音楽の制作に苦労する囚人は？ Yamanaka: 圧倒的にセリフを書くのに時間がかかるのはハルカです。彼が伝えたいことを、伝わらないようにする調整に普段は使わない脳を使います。 DECO: いないです！

Q.10 お気に入りの組み合わせはあるか？ Yamanaka: アマネとシドウ。すべての要素が噛み合わなさすぎて、どうしようもないところが良いです。次点でユノとムウかもです。表面的なケンカにならないだけでかなり気が合わないので。 DECO: エス対囚人の絡みは須く好きです。ボイスドラマの尋問によって段々とエスが囚人の人間性を掴んでいく様が気に入っています。特にエス＋マヒル！

Q.11 囚人を友達にするなら誰か？ Yamanaka: シドウとカズイ。友達にいてほしい職業の人たちです。なにかのスペシャリストを選択する人たちというのは、何かしらの覚悟が決まっている人だと思うのでそれだけで魅力的ですね。 DECO: ユノです！話していて気楽そうだなと感じます。お互い良い距離感を保てる友達になれそう。

Q.12 囚人を恋人にするなら誰か？ Yamanaka: 僕は登場人物のことを全員最高に愛してますが、まぁ、なんというか、全員やめとこうと思います。 DECO: ごめんなさい。

Q.13 お気に入りのセルフやフレーズは？ Yamanaka: 「その顔立ち、ハーフというやつか？」「うん...…ダブル」ですね。書いてて鳥肌でした。 DECO: 「悪くないもん」 1フレーズでムウのキャラクターを上手に表現できたなと我ながら思っています。

Q.14 ミルグラムにいてくれてよかった、と思う囚人は？ Yamanaka: 全員です。この10人でなければ、このミルグラムになっていないので。 DECO: MILGRAMはこの10人がいなければ成立しません！

Q.15 看守たちにまだ感づかれていないことはあるか？ Yamanaka: もちろん、些末な部分はあるかと思いますが、大きいところだとないんじゃないですかねぇ。既に問題はバラまいたし、世界中に発信された考察や妄想を組み合わせたらきっちり全貌が明らかになる気がします。さすがです。 DECO: あります！第三審で僕が楽曲を通じてやりたかったギミックが出てくるので楽しみにしていてください！

Q.16 今できていないが、今後やってみたいことはあるか？ Yamanaka: 舞台がやりたいです。毎公演、コンセプトの異なるミルグラムで行われる舞台。舞台制作に関わる方が、読んでおられましたら是非山中まで。 DECO: 有り難いことに、やりたいことは全部やれています！第三審の曲を書くのが楽しくてしょうがないです。

Q.17 「ミルグラム」を一文字で表せ。 Yamanaka: 『人』 DECO: 『噓』

Q.18 今後の「ミルグラム」について一言。 Yamanaka: 既に僕が個人的には書かないでいたかった展開が確定しています。看守の皆さんなかなか強烈な道筋を選びました。恐ろしい。自分もその選択に従う覚悟をしてミルグラムをスタートしているので、一度きりの物語を皆さんと一緒に楽しもうと思います。 DECO: 既に楽曲を書き始めている囚人もいます。地獄です。覚悟しててください。

Q.19 看守たちへメッセージを。 Yamanaka: いつも囚人たちのことを世話してくださってありがとうございます。ミルグラムとは、参加する皆さん自身を含めてミルグラムという作品です。この監獄に対して感じた思い、起こした行動、喜び、 憤り 、それらすべてが作品の一部になります。是非ミルグラムと共にある皆さんの現実を健やかに生きてくださいませ。 DECO: いつも看守としてのお勤めご苦労さまです。曲者ばかりのMILGRAMですが、これからも末永く見守っていただけると幸いです。期待に応えられるよう、尽力してまいります。

[mrsbarnesxxx]

Either poly!marauders x fem!reader or remus lupin for characters!<3

Reader talks back in public to them/him and gets told off or yelled at or punished(😏😏😏)

Hope your day goes swell love!

A/N: I absolutely loved this request! I'm always a bit lost on how to write actual smut, so I'm sorry!

Warnings: Suggestive content, hints at poly! relationship, cursing?

His brow quirked at your words, "You wanna say that again love?"

"I said I don't have to listen to you." You repeat. You don't know why you were acting this way. It's not like the request he made was unreasonable. It wasn't like he asked you to stand on your head and juggle.

He nods, jaw clenching and unclenching. "Love, I'm only going to ask you one more time."

"I already told you, I don't need a jacket." You say crossing your arms. You hadn't chosen the best place to have this argument either. The two of you were currently standing in the middle of the common room, his friends standing behind him. It wasn't like you were being quiet either. For some reason his request infuriated you, it was like he thought if he said jump you were supposed to jump right then.

"Love, it's 30 degrees outside. You need a jacket or else you'll get sick." You ignored him. You wouldn't even look at him. His jaw tightened once again before he turned around smiling at his friends. "Why don't you guys go along without us. We'll meet you there." He said through tight lips and even his friends knew not to ignore him.

That got your attention. You were in trouble now, you felt the blood rush from your face, you got dizzy at what those implications could be.

They nodded and headed through the portrait hole, muttering quietly to themselves.

"Let's go find you a jumper, love." He says grabbing your wrist and guiding you upstairs. His grip wasn't tight, he didn't want to hurt you.

"Which one do you want love?" He asks holding up two jumpers. You point to a tan and brown patterned one. He helps you slip it over your head before pressing a kiss to your head and pulling you back downstairs. The two of you walk to Hogsmeade in silence. You're honestly shocked you're still going. Usually by now, he'd have you bent over his lap, ass covered in handprints, but instead, he guides you gently into the three broomsticks and over to a table with his friends.

He stays like this for the afternoon. It's almost like he's forgotten about your attitude...almost. You know he'd never let it slide, but for now, you soak in his attention and kind touches.

By the time you make it back to the common room, you've forgotten about your argument with Remus this morning. That is until you bid them goodnight, kissing Remus on the cheek and heading for the stairs. Remus's hand encircles your wrist as you walk away.

He tuts softly, hand combing through your hair gently, "Didn't think I'd forgot, did you poppet?" He whispers into your ear causing goosebumps to arise across your body. "Can't let you get away that easily. Come on."

He pulls you up to the dorms, the others had already headed up there. You couldn't even imagine what he had planned. You guys reach the dorm and he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You melt into him, shocked at how soft he's being with you. It only causes your anxiety to build at what he has planned.

He drags you to the bed and pulls you so you're on top of him. Your back resting against his chest. He spreads your legs over his own. Your skirt riding up exposing your panties to everyone. You frantically try to cover yourself, but Remus catches your hands holding them down.

"No love. Let them see. Let them watch as I tease you. As I bring you to the edge of pleasure only to deny you. As your pussy flutters around nothing, desperate to be filled." He says loud enough for them to hear, his hand coming tom trace lazily over your clothed cunt.

"Get comfortable boys, it's going to be a long night." He says addressing his friends. The others didn't know who they wanted to be more. Remus as he started kissing down your neck, or you as you sat there, being tortured by Remus.

[gnomey22]

Stellar the Hedgehog Analysis

Just got home from watching the third Sonic movie, and since it focuses so much on Sonic and Shadow's relationship, I thought it'd be the best time to do something I've wanted to do for a while - drop an incredibly long post about my thoughts on @emthimofnight's Sonadow fankid, Stellar the Hedgehog.

And before I say anything more, here's a link to her ref sheet: https://www.tumblr.com/emthimofnight/747427162447118336/name-stellar-the-hedgehog-age-varies-based-on?source=share

A lot of the time, Sonic OCs have been passed off as "cringe", due to the unfortunately well-known ones, but the actual community is full of some of the most dedicated lore-makers and designers I've ever seen, and I'm not even someone who knows Sonic that well! I've done a fair bit of research on the series, but I've never played the main games for myself. I just stumbled onto Stellar while I was mindlessly scrolling, and as I checked out all the posts regarding her, I realised I'd found one of the most intricate, passionate fan creations I'd ever seen, and she's been living rent-free in my head ever since.

Now, for the meat of this post: My analytical thoughts on her. Let's break it down into categories:

Design and Personality:

I'm no expert on character design, I've barely even tried to do it myself (outside of my over-designed Miitopia OCs), but Stellar is absolutely striking. Her fur colour is a clever blend of Sonic's blue and Shadow's black, a dark blue resembling space, with a splash of red thrown in to add to the Shadow of it all. She has stripes as well, but as opposed to Shadow's slashing shapes, hers are more bendy, twisting into the form of a star. Inhibitor rings are strapped to her sneakers, a very poetic combination of her dads' getups, but she's also got her knee and elbow guards, a little touch of her own that links in with her fighting style, and also represents the constant protection around her which I'll get to later.

She's extremely star-coded, from the name to the space colour to the fur markings, and I think that was the perfect direction to go. Stars feel ethereal, but entirely grounded at the same time, a cosmic entity we can look towards at any point. Stellar is much the same, she contains an absolutely incredible power, taking after two previous incredible powers, but her personality is so warm and cheerful, and her very existence is what brings Sonic and Shadow together.

And that's the other point I want to make in this category. Stellar actually has three older siblings who died before they were born (I'll get to that), and they're essentially a sliding scale of Shadow's genes to Sonic's genes. Void is almost entirely Shadow, Andromeda has a bit more Sonic, Polarity is more Sonic than Shadow, and Stellar herself is the only true balance. That's a good word to describe what she represents, balance. Sonic's kindness combined with Shadow's anger, Sonic's showboating combined with Shadow's self-confidence, with her own bubbliness and grace added on top. Everything about her design, just like her role in the "SonDADow AU", simply clicks together.

Background Lore:

As someone unfamiliar with the history of the Sonic fandom, I'm not sure how common the "Sonadow fankid made in a lab" trope is. I know Stellar was not the first, and it'd be unreasonable to assume she was - but I'm willing to bet that Emthim has the very best exploration of the concept.

The failed siblings, for a start. That's a dark turn to take off the bat, the idea that Project: STELLAR has been attempted so many times, and still hasn't been shut down because these people are so desperate to put more insane power out into the world, but it really does set the tone for what's going on here. Stellar, just like Shadow, isn't being viewed as a genuine lifeform despite her title, she and all her siblings were a piece in the puzzle for a bunch of self-absorbed scientists trying to recreate a project that was inhumane from the start. Shadow is frequently pictured as struggling to cope with the knowledge of this project, and of the failed siblings, as it'd very obviously strike a lot of nerves. Sonic reminds him to move forward, though. Just like he always has.

That's another incredible aspect of all of this - Sonic and Shadow being forced to parent together despite being not-very-close-friends before this point. The little interactions displaying their bickering about how much influence each of them have had on their daughter, and constantly fumbling on taking care of her because all three of them have overpowering abilities that completely change how they go about their lives, give so much life to the relationship depicted between them all. Stellar is never outright told about her origin, because Sonic and Shadow want to keep her out of that life, and that level of protection being shown both warms the heart, and fills it with a sense of dread for when she'll find out, because it's (realistically) not a perfect strategy. This all adds so much to the idea that they were haphazardly thrown together by the circumstances of Stellar's very existence, and the duo of hedgehogs are just trying to make do.

Stellar as a sort of "dark star", in her ultimate form or Villain AU, is a concept that really ties it all together. She originated from an evil cause, something that only exists to cause unparalleled destruction, and yet her good will and sense of justice shines through no matter what. You can tie aspects of the same theme to both of her parents, but it's wholly concentrated in her story.

Powers and Abilities:

She's a figure-skater. That's pretty much the whole reason this category exists, I really want to break that down for a second.

The duality of ice skating is one-to-one with the duality of Stellar, in my eyes. It's a graceful, beautiful, typically feminine activity, but it's incredibly easy to cause damage with those blades, and strike the sickest poses on your foes. Stellar has a clearly-defined soft side to her, she's very sweet to the people she cares about, and has that all-encompassing energy only a child of Sonic could possess, but just as much as that, she will rip and tear through someone at a moment's notice if they piss her off, she's got that impulsiveness to her, and we all know she's got the power to back it up. She can be either of these things at any moment, the artistic blade always has an edge to it, and the contrast is no contradiction - She simply is all of her.

On top of that, I want to talk more about the dark/collapsing star form. The idea that she possesses such capacity for destruction, which could take her over from the inside out, that would leave her loved ones desperately reaching out to find that shining star - it has not left my mind since I first saw it. It's one of the most compelling narrative devices anywhere in this AU, there's so much potential in a character like Stellar, making an impact wherever she moves, becoming shrouded in the colossal darkness that still plagues her life no matter what she does. As for the specific piece that drew me into this form so much? I'll link it in the final category.

Camellar:

https://www.tumblr.com/emthimofnight/742720101897437184/some-sketches-illustrating-the-relationship?source=share

The first image in the set is the one I was just referencing, but I'd be retreading ground by talking about it, so I'll focus more on their relationship in general.

I love how it's so "mutual pining childhood friends"-coded, while also straying a decent bit away from the common tropes. Only Camellia has the feelings bouncing around her head like a DVD logo every moment of her life, because Stellar doesn't actually comprehend it at all, despite feeling much the same. True to her nature, she's so focused on building positive relationships with people that she doesn't recognise some of the intricacies of what the relationship is truly like, or what she truly feels herself. She's at her softest around Camellia, due to their long-lasting affection, but she's also at her fiercest when she gets protective. Camellia brings out every aspect of her personality in a way no-one else does... and certainly not a dishonest rival.

Rocket is my absolute favourite addition to the Camellar dynamic because he throws such a gigantic wrench in everything. His relationship with Stellar has none of the safety that Camellia's does, he's all about the thrill of it, feeding into the inexplicable attraction without thought of whether it'll hurt in the end or not. Initially, this is all one-sided on Stellar's side, eventually becoming one-sided on Rocket's, and either way, it brings about a vindictiveness in Camellia she usually isn't prone to, because just as much as Stellar is looking out for her, she's looking out for Stellar - in a variety of ways. She wants what's best for her, but she's also throughly convinced that it won't be anyone other than herself, and she's also right, especially since Rocket's such a prick at the end of the day.

The truth is, the reason Sonic and Shadow work is that they can keep up with each other. Both of their life stories are about becoming as free of a spirit as they can be, tossing aside everything thrown in their path to become confident in themselves and what they stand for. Stellar and Camellia are much the same. From an aesthetics and basic dynamic standpoint, there's more comparisons to draw between them and Sonamy, but in that case, it's entire game's worth of miscommunication and problem avoidance. In the case of Camellar, they're significantly more head-on with everything, they're both incredibly blunt about their affection, it's just that the romance aspect is lost in translation on Stellar's side. Not like that's the part that really matters, it's the mere unbreakable bond. The one that gets a princess desperately reaching out through a collapsing star for its heart. The one that gets a shining star to settle down for a moment.

Closing Thoughts:

This post definitely didn't cover everything. So much about Stellar is whirring around my brain at any given moment, I have no idea how I'd manage to jot it all down in a comprehensible and complete format, but this is what I've got. A post that hopefully shows just how deep my appreciation for Emthim's work goes, and how talented of a creator I believe her to be. Thank you for reading.

[smileposting]

alright so based on That One Ask Yugo Posted here's my headcanon-theory-vision-thing of what the drain is/means: so, drain has a very Negative connotation within the context of the story. In General, for something to go down the drain is for something to be wasted, and for something to be wasted is to serve no use to the Bigger Picture — ergo, it is not Unreasonable to assume that the drain as a theological concept in great god grove's universe is shorthand for "the place where things that the world No Longer Needs go." this could be people, technology, concepts, entire species, etc.

given the amount of historical anachronism we see within the grove itself, it's very possible that there really is no rhyme or reason to what goes down the drain and what does not, but there are still people both in and outside of the grove who ascribe some kind of moral value to it, i.e. "well if you're there then you must have done something to deserve it because the alternative is Much scarier to think about." if the bizzyboys being from the drain is meant to prove that there are other sapient beings in there, then i imagine this could apply to the drain's residents as well. i'd say it's even possible that the grove exists in direct opposition to the drain, even if unwittingly, given how much of GGG's story is about the importance of preserving history and art, no matter how grisly or seemingly incomprehensible. either way the grove doesn't seem like the kind of place that's very keen on determining value based on usefulness, nor do its gods seem like the kind of pantheon that would come up with something like the drain. it's possible that the drain is older than even them -- i suppose i'd have to find whatever in-game info there apparently is about it to confirm lol.

anyways it'd certainly explain a few things -- again, the fact that every area seems to be in a different time period, the second-eldest god being a passionate historian, inspekta and capochin's whole [gestures vaguely] everything, even inspekta ascending to godhood in the first place. of course the bizzyboys were a legitimate organization once upon a time. but all i'm saying is that if i was a deity ruling over a land in which archival As A Concept was this vitally important thing no matter how "useless" the things being archived were considered, and one day i met a guy who literally pulled himself out of The Place Where Things Deemed Useless Go and organized a lil army of guys who are Also from the place where things deemed useless go so they could run around my land and help people, thereby telling that place to go fuck itself and that they are in fact, Not useless -- i'd be impressed. i would in fact be like "hey have you considered running in the God Elections bc that's metal as fuck." it may not have been what he needed in the end but like i see how we could have Gotten here is what i'm saying.

[chuuyrr]

SAY MY NAME AND EVERYTHING JUST STOPS — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

=͟͟͞♡ CW(s): NSFW, MDNI, f! reader, tummy bulging, oral (f! receiving) slight overstimulation, soft! chuuya constantly calls you nicknames like good girl, sweetheart, and baby

=͟͟͞♡ SYNOPSIS: in which you and chuuya share a secret moment together that's a bit closer than usual

=͟͟͞♡ INSPIRED BY: dress and false god by taylor swift !

before you read: i wrote this as a part two of i can see you in mind, but i think this can be read as a stand alone

it was nearly midnight when the gala ended.

since the event was being conducted by a powerful and high-class organization, the armed detective agency and the port mafia sent you and chuuya there for intel purposes, but you couldn't help but take the tie-up assignment a little too far.

you and your partner had already gotten what you needed, but you took advantage of the opportunity to let loose and have some fun as you drank your third drink of the night, and the fact that you were dressed up so beautifully for the occasion didn't help chuuya either.

you looked so stunning in your sweetheart neckline dress with a slit showing off the soft and tender flesh of your left leg, matching shoes and jewelries, and hair and make-up that would make anyone swoon.

chuuya felt hot and bothered as he watched from afar while sipping his own glass of wine as your face gradually became flushed from all the beverages you were drinking while you smiled and danced on the floor. one of his hands was tugging at his own collar, his suit felt unreasonably thick for some reason.

chuuya sighs and checks his watch as he finishes his last glass of wine. it was becoming late, and he didn't want you to come home in a drunken stupor.

chuuya always felt so different whenever he was with you, especially right now, with all the banters, drinks, and conversations he had with you, as well as the intimate moments you spent as you two belonged to different organizations.

it warms his heart to see how far you two have come. chuuya could still remember the first time you two met, how he used to become upset with you fooling with him and snatching his knife, but now you have taken his heart and he had entirely given it up to you.

but right now, chuuya wants you more than he has ever desired you before.

chuuya shakes his head and approaches you in the middle of the room, gently taking your arm in his hand and saying, "hey, pretty. don't you think it's becoming late?

"chuuya, hey," you turn your head to face him, half-lidded eyes on him, before wrapping your arms around his suit-clad torso, your cheek against his chest, "there you are pretty boy.

chuuya feels his heart skipping a beat. even when you're somewhat tipsy, the way you say his name makes his heart flutter and warm inside his chest, and it was enough to make everything around him stop and his universe revolve around you, and only you.

"yeah, sweetheart? i'm right here," chuuya whispers quietly, in a rather husky and deep tone of voice.

his hands were trembling with anticipation as one of them moved to your cheek to caress it, while the other trailed from your arm to wrap around your back to hold you as well.

chuuya draws the two of you away from the crowded room, his back against the hallway wall, while he passionately plants a kiss on the crown of your head.

truth be told, you were the only one he was like this to. chuuya was never this gentle with his coworkers. you were different, as you had always been, and no one knew about you and him.

you were the only one who got to see this side of him, and no one else did, without even having to try. everyone only sees the unyielding, intimidating, and short-tempered side of him, never this one.

"chuuya," you softly murmur again, looking up at him with a small pout.

"hmm?" chuuya struggles to keep his breath from hitching. you look so damn beautiful in this angle, with your body pressed against his and your face resting on his chest.

the alcohol was starting to seep into your systems, making you a little more honest than usual as you say with a cheeky little smirk that he admires, "i have a secret to tell you."

chuuya could feel your heart beating against his chest. you seem a bit nervous for the first time despite your playful display, despite the fact that you're typically so upbeat and confident with him, especially at work.

"and what's that?" chuuya blinks, his hand still softly caressing your cheek, and he can't help but chuckle as you look up at him.

you straighten up and stand on the tips of your heels, your lips just a few inches away from his, your cherry wine breath teasing him as you say, "i only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"fuck," chuuya whispers quietly as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks, as well as the alcohol in his system from all the wine he's been drinking from this occasion.

he finds himself gripping your waist a little tighter now as he softly says again and tries to gather himself, "don't say things like that, [name]. people could hear you, baby."

"but i want you to, chuuya," your eyes meet and you speak in a language that only you two understand as you say, "and i want you too."

chuuya trails the hand he was using to caress your cheek and slides it to grab your waist before shakily moving both of his hands to your hips.

he moves in closer, your faces practically touching as he traces your temple with his nose before pressing his lips lovingly on your cheek and pulling you closer against his body.

"i want you too, baby. i've always had, and you've always seen that i have, no?" he murmurs huskily with a smirk before pressing his lips on yours, eliciting a soft moan from you.

chuuya is honestly surprised that he was able to drive you both back to his penthouse after you had been almost all over each other since the gala, practically in each other's tongues and making out in the hallway in secret.

as you made your way inside place, you and chuuya were nearly tripping over each other.

"up," chuuya whispers a delicate request on your lips before kissing them for the nth time tonight, his hands carressing the side of your thighs over the fabric of your pretty dress.

you jump obediently, urging him to carry you as such with his hands firmly beneath your thighs, and it doesn't take long for the two of you to end up in his bed.

chuuya hovers over your body, biting his bottom lip and groaning at the sight of you on his sheets, looking so ethereal with your hair undone and lipstick smudged from all the passionate kisses, while you look up at him with those pretty eyes, admiring the lipstick stains you've peppered on his face and neck.

despite the intense and desperate tension in the air, chuuya's hands were warm and soft, but yet quick as they roamed your body, feeling you up through your clothes.

as your arms wrap around his neck, he grinds his knee into your clothed pussy and kisses you passionately on the lips. the weight of you and him causes the mattress to dent and creak.

chuuya pulls away a little after the kiss, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek as he looks down at you with a chuckle, "shall we take this further? i wanna make sure my sweetheart wants this as much as i do, and also to make sure i'm not dreaming either."

"mhm," you nod swiftly before turning your head to kiss his palm cupping your cheek and smile at him.

chuuya nods his head as well when he receives your consent before he carefully removes your dress, his hands sensually working their way to unzip your dress from you and get rid of the rest.

your arms wrap around his neck again as he takes off his own clothes with you helping him unbutton and unzip everything, drawing him closer as his warm lips plant feathery kisses on your neck and his hands delicately carress your hips, worshiping them.

"chuuya, i need you right now. please," you moan out his name quietly, and the way you say it always gets the best of him. it always makes his heart skip a beat.

"i know, baby. i know," chuuya kisses your ear before gently nibbling it, causing a soft but sweet little whine to escape your lips.

chuuya kisses you from your ear to your neck, delicately tracing your body all the way to your abdomen and, eventually, your inner thighs. as he holds your thighs firmly apart just to bury his face in between your legs, your chest heaves up and down, your breathing hitching.

you shudder and moan softly as he kisses your inner thighs, nibbling on the tender flesh before slowly trailing his lips to your pussy. as you feel his tongue prod at your clit, you let out a stifled but sweet little whine as your body arches.

your leg trembles as you squirm, but he only pulls your thighs more apart to keep you in place and make an easier access for him.

"stay still for me, pretty girl," chuuya's smile and breath brush up against your dripping wet cunt, which was practically demanding to be licked, fingered, and fucked by him.

chuuya kisses your clit once more, and kitten licks your pussy until he begins to lap at it, probing it inside while stuffing his face between your thighs as if he wants to suffocate himself in them.

"a-ahh, mmh!" the wet muscle repeatedly lapped at your cunt. as chuuya deeply plunges and swipes his tongue in between your folds, your eyes began to water with ecstasy.

chuuya pushes his tongue inside you as deeply as he can, and you let out a quiet cry of pleasure as you come undone, and the way you say his name and moan always sounded like heaven to his ears.

chuuya places a soft kiss on your sweet cunt before gently taking a hold of your hips to carress it meticulously as you lay there on his sheets, a shuddering mess with tearful eyes.

ge then adjusts both of your positions in bed, causing you to squirm as he properly lays you on your back with a pillow propping you up as he positions in between your legs, hovering you.

his cock was now just in between your folds, and you could feel his pre-cum seeping from his tip, wetting your folds even more as your arousal increased. you whimper softly at the position, but chuuya softly hushes you as he gently thrusts in.

you cry soft yet choked moans beneath him, wriggling at the sensation of being packed by his girthy cock. you could feel it reach every inch of your inner walls, and chuuya grunts as they tighten around him.

"fuck. you feel so good, pretty girl," chuuya grunts in pleasure as he starts to thrust and grip your hips in place.

you and chuuya have never been this close before. it was always just a simple makeout with a few carresses here and there, but tonight was different.

right now, all you could do was lie there while he rowed his hips against you, making you moan and whimper out his name in pleasure, and to him? hearing you say his name like that just makes everything stop.

when one of his hands trails from your hips to your tummy, you moan out, shuddering a little more intensely than earlier, "chuuya, a-ah!~"

he bites his lower lip, groaning as he presses his hand on the bulge on your tummy. he stares down at you with a loving gaze before his gaze fixes on the bulge that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts his cock so deeply into you.

it was quite a sight to behold, along with the way your legs shook with each sensation of being stuffed by his girthy cock.

"chuuya, please! w-wait," you say in between your moans as he starts to intensify his thrusts, which makes you squirm beneath him.

"shh, shh~ it's okay, baby," chuuya says in a hushed tone, pressing you down further im bed by putting his weight on you so you couldn't pull or squirm away from him.

he was now gripping your hips to hold you more firmly in place as he continues row his hips back and forth, harder and faster now with his lips right against the spot behind your ear. chuuya does it over and over again, intending to fill you up and make you feel good just as you deserve.

sounds of pleasure filled the bedroom and were followed by the slaps of skin.

you shudder and cry as your pussy clenches around him hard and tightly when his cock twitches inside you and fills your walls with his hot, thick cum.

you laid in his sheets, panting softly and trying to catch your breath, but chuuya wasn't finished yet. he refuses to pull out and hovers over you with a breathy smile.

"chuuya?" you feel your cheeks grow warm as you call out his name.

"i'm not yet done, sweetheart," chuuya chuckles deeply as he finally pulls out, but leaves in just the tip of his girthy cock between your folds.

before you can say anything else, he thrusts his cock back into your sodden and sensitive cunt, easily gliding in with his cum and yours serving as a lubricant. you arch your back and let out a small broken moan of pleasure.

"c-chuuya!~" you gasp softly as he rocks back and forth inside you, thrusting deeply that you could feel the tip bulge your tummy again.

"shh, it's okay. you can take one more, yes? i just wanna make my good girl feel so good," chuuya murmurs in a hushed tone as he kisses you deeply for the umpteenth time, muffling your moans.

his warm body presses you down the matress once more, and at this rate, he could almost carve your shape and name in his bed.

you continue to moan, your hands reaching for his back, only to dig your nails into his back and your heels into the mattress as you kicked them reflexively from the intense pleasure.

"almost there my good girl. just a bit more, okay? hold onto me tight," chuuya whispers in between his passionate kisses on your lips with one of his hands gripping your hips in place even more firmly now, intensifying his thrusts.

he moves frantically now, burrowing himself deeply inside you, simply wanting to feel you and himself bulge on the same spot on your tummy with his other hand. he massages his fingers on your tummy, addicted to the way it emerges and re-emerges with each thrust.

your hear was hazy, and every inch of your body was sensitive, especially your sodden and squelching cunt, with the overwhelming pleasure overstimulating you with each deep and furious thrust so that you couldn't construct any proper words and only moan.

"chuuya!~" he breaks the kiss just on cue, just as you moan again, your body arching against him at his final deep thrust into you.

chuuya can't help but admire how you sound so lovely and how he feels your tummy bulge from his deep thrusts as his cum fills up your inner walls for the second time, stuffing you full that some of it was rolling down your inner thighs and on the sheets.

his heart flutters at the thought of being this close to you with your nails deep into his back, painting it with your love marks.

"good girl, pretty," chuuya breathily says to you, chuckling before pressing a kiss on your lips, his tongue intertwining with yours as you wrap your arms around his neck once again.

you two share a few more kisses as you feel his hands that were gripping your hips loosen up and trail to your waist instead, caressing you delicately to easen you as you come down from your high.

chuuya does this a couple of more times before pulling away just a bit, now carressing your face tenderly with one of his hands and a smile.

you return the loving smile he gives you and he wraps his arms around you this time, hugging you closely to his chest as he falls back in his bed. he presses another kiss, this time on the top of your head, as he cups your face.

"i love you," he whispers as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek with his breath tickling your skin.

you cuddle up to chuuya, feeling warm and comfortable in his arms just like this, and you softly murmur in response, "i love you too."

chuuya exhales softly, a smile tugging on his lips as he closes his eyes and continues to hold you, running his fingers through your hair.

you two may have been enemies owing to your respective reputations and organizations, but only you and chuuya knew you two were so much more than that.

you were each other's secret mission, and today you two had never been closer than ever.

[theelmoarchive]

Sanders Sides theory (rant). I know im mainly a mh acc here but I have thoughts i need to get out there

(just fyi this theory is Roman centric, I know most TSS people nowadays are talking ab Orange and Logan so if Roman's not interesting then continue on 🔥🔥)

(Also slight TW, talking ab the sides "ducking out" and depression themes, so yeah👍👍)

Okay so. I was scrolling through Sanders Sides theories and found that no one seems to have this theory, even though I thought the Roman angst enjoyers like me would be writing this all over the place but. Ig that means I need to talk about it.

I've had this theory for years now, since the day I first watched SVS Redux.

I think Roman is going to duck out.

I dont know if I have to explain why but. I mean, just looking at the explosive end SVS Redux had will tell you a lot.

He doesn't belive Patton when he tells him they love him. He thinks Thomas has lost all faith in him in favor of the person Roman views as the epitome of evil. He's been switching views left and right to stay on Patton's side (because Thomas prides himself on his morals), but he always ends up doing something wrong - he always ends up as an antagonist. He no longer believes that he is the one thing that being has kept him stable since "Am I Original?" - Thomas' hero. The only side he has a stable and positive relationship with is VIRGIL of all people. And tbh that could quickly be ruined too. Logan is second, though, but that's EXTREMELY fragile, as we've seen.

Roman always does something wrong and it will and has sent him over the edge. From Roman's perspective, with a very flawed view of everyone around him, he is inherently the thing that flaws Thomas.

+ Roman is really dramatic obviously, so ofc he would do this.

When you look at Virgil's reasonings for ducking out, it seems plausible after everything Roman has gone through recently, too. I mean like:

"I quit. Decided it wasn't worth it anymore"

Why would Roman keep fighting a battle he knows he will never win?

"Well, It didn’t seemed like I was wanted. You all made that pretty clear any time I showed up."

Again, from Roman's perspective, he is constantly and consistently antagonized.

"If I wanted to stand around being insulted, I would've shown up I would've shown up in person like I usually do."

[same thing]

"I actually think you were right to not want me around."

Roman fears that he is becoming the villain (as we see in SVS, SVS Redux and DWIT).

(In fact, Roman has already said something quite similar to that last one in sentiment.

In SVS Redux, Roman says this, which is pretty funny because of the dramatics and the stupidity, and does get shot down quickly, but I am begging you to listen to him.

"The blame falls to me. If you're missing that do-gooder drive... I think It's because I'm in the driver seat... And I'm an awful driver... Perhaps... Perhaps I should let Patton take the wheel.")

(2nd sidenote to the Virgil quotes, can we talk ab Thomas' acting again I just love how tired Virgil is in AA. He's so. Troubled. I love him.)

WAIT ALSO I FORGOT TO ADD THIS UNTIL I WAS AB TO POST IT-

"I've always aimed to protect you,"

THIS!! First of all his face makes me so sad BUT SECOND OF ALL yeah. Roman core idk what else to say, you get it right.

"I thought I was your hero."

So yeah.

Anyway, I think the episode where Roman does this will be centered around depression. Without Roman, Thomas is depressed. Let me explain this further.

Roman is Thomas' creativity, imagination, ego, passion, love, wills and wants, hopes and dreams, aspirations and enthusiasm.

Without any of that, what is left? A guy who can't even will himself out of bed, but can still feel the nagging voice of reason and logic telling him how unreasonable he's being. A guy who cant will himself to talk to friends, family and loved ones, but can still feel sorrow for letting them down and worrying them. A guy who can't will himself to pursue creative content that he relies on for a living but can still feel anxious about letting millions of people down and never being able to create again. A guy who cant even make food for himself or brush his teeth, but still knows he NEEDS to take care of himself. A guy whose only creativity is activly trying to disturb and scare him.

So yeah thats really awesome idk.

Furthermore, I think the sides might be SEVERELY impacted.

It has been said many times over the series that the sides are purely figments of Thomas' IMAGINATION. so. Without Roman, I doubt anything would be left. Obviously, if Roman does duck out, I don’t think they'd all immediately just cease to exist because an episode still needs to occur, but I find it likely that they'd all start slowly fading or maybe even "malfunctioning", glitching, putting them on a timer to get back Roman and making it far more tense.

Is this theory weird?????? I feel like it's the natural progression TO ME but I've seen no one even getting near this and im just confused ghfhfhfh. Maybe it is kind of weird and im just too much of a Roman enthusiast. SORRY I LOVE ANNOYING WEIRDO FREAKS!!!! AND IF I WAS HIM ID DUCK OUT TOO BECAUSE NO ONE IS APPRECIATING HIM ☹️☹️☹️ EVEN THOUGH HE'S LITERALLY WHAT MAKES THOMAS DO THINGS. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

Anyway.

I also think it fits really well because of Prinxiety's parallels, such as:

(using the ship name just as a duo name because that's what I usually do I am not trying to push the prinxiety agenda although I am a fan of it ghfyfgfh)

"Thanks everyone... Well, almost everyone."

And

"I mean, it's cool to see you all trying to be helpful. Well most if you, but-"

The only difference in these two is obviously that Virgil just silently ducks out, while Roman has the entire "You make us better" speech, probably effectivly saving Virgil and Thomas, because it seems like Virgil was going to insist.

(Also another sidenote that I think everyone will agree with: WE NEED A "YOU MAKE US BETTER" SPEECH BY VIRGIL FOR ROMAN that is all)

Also. Who can forget.

Virgil saying that he tried to "duck out" and then

"That's a thing you can do?"

😐

Do you understand what I'm saying. Do you. Huh.

Okay anyway.

Idk how to end this I feel like theres still more I wanna say but i forgot. In conclusion: prin up that xiety. Reminder that FWSA was real and not a fever dream. I lied this is actually prinxiety propaganda.

But Hey That's Just A Theory. A really quite depressing and sad theory. Thanks for tumbling down a hill with me 🫶

[lightlycareless]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Lxvo2s/

I saw this and it makes me wonder which of Naoya’s kids would have that reaction. I don’t think it’d be Naomi tbh only bc I don’t see Naoya leaving his wife and child to ride a ride like idk he doesn’t seems like he’d desire going on it that much to do that(I hope that makes sense 😅) but I can see him riding with one of the older kids while Y/N waited with the younger one(s) and them having this type of reaction.

Helloooo!!!

Once again, thank you so much for indulging my domestic bliss fantasies. Anything that has to do with Naomi, Naoya, and you is 😫 instant favorite.

ngl whenever I have the opportunity to do such things I like to fantasize what Naoya and Y/N would do as a family; I've gotten some ideas already that I'm sure I'll write soon enough :3 just gotta start with some others first (does that make me weird? I hope not. I just love daydreaming hahahah)

Anyways, I took some creative liberties with this prompt since I've always stated Y/N to be the one that likes rides and amusement parks more than anyone else. But I like to think I kept the cuteness of it all 🙈🙈

Warnings: none. fluff. Naomi and Naori are cute. Minimal proofreading!!

Happy reading!!

Your love for amusement parks is something you just couldn’t wait to share with your babies!!! So, when they were finally of age to start attending and actually enjoying their surroundings, you and Naoya promptly made preparations for a family trip with the sole intention of having the best holiday ever!

Unfortunately, the same passion you had for adrenaline is not something they’d grow to have, at least not yet.

Anything that had to do with steep drops, 360 turns, alongside the gut wrenching screams that usually followed were just some of the things that pushed them away from even considering going on those high thrill rides.

Less letting you go.

“No, mama, don’t go!!” Naori, your shyest, would cry whilst tightly pulling and tugging at your leg, exhorting all of his strength into stopping you—but he barely makes you move, or reconsider. “Mamaaaa!!”

“Papa, make mama stop!” Naomi urges her father instead, knowing well that he had the ultimate power to convince you otherwise. Surely this situation wouldn’t be any different!

Unless, not.

“I… I think you should reconsider, my love.” Naoya says after hearing another high-speed cart passing by, alongside the screams of its riders that soon dissipate into the air. He doesn’t know what anguishes him more: his baby’s tears, or those of the attendants. “For the kids, at least?”

It’s unfair how he uses the mention of your kids to get what he wants, even more so when you almost concede to his request…

But you really wanted go on this ride, and Naoya knew how enthusiastic you were about amusement parks, way before the two started dating! Besides, it had been so long since the last time you’ve gone to one… don’t you deserve this treat, specially after taking great care of your family?

You deserved this small moment of enjoyment, and after slight debate, Naoya understood how unreasonable he was by siding with his children and proceeded to compromise with them.

“I’ll be back soon! And when I am, we’ll all get some treats, ok?” You say, cooing at your teary-eyed children. God, why did they have to be so adorable?

“Ok, mama…” Naomi silently cries, still holding onto your leg.

“It’ll be fun, don’t worry.” You lean down, bringing her and Naori into a hug before kissing their foreheads. “Besides, you’ll get to see a really funny picture of me at the end.”

“What do you mean?” Naori asks.

“Just wait and see.” You wink, peeling away from them and heading to what they considered your imminent demise, expressing their fear in the way they now tightly clung onto their father.

Naoya didn’t know whether letting them know when it was your turn would be right for them, feared might upset them even further…

But once the cart approached, setting itself into its launching position, coincidentally right before them, all his worries disappeared when you giddily cheered for their attention. And oh, your sweet babies, even though crying still found it in themselves to wave back.

They weren’t able to say nor do much after the ride starts and you were thrusted forward, screeching like there was no tomorrow while their eyes remained glued on your figure (or at least tried to) as you were moved from one side to the other, up, down, backwards, and front once again.

For what felt like an eternity to be away from their grasp, it was only short of a few minutes, and just as they begun to feel impatient at your absence, you suddenly surprised them by tackling them from behind with a hug, followed by peppering their faces with soft kisses to reassure their seemingly endless worries.

“See? Nothing happened! Mama is back with her two little dumplings!” You coo. “Oh, why are you crying? It was fun! Maybe when you’re older you’ll like it too.”

“No! I hate it! I’ll never go on that ride!” Naomi quickly retorts, shaking her head. “Don’t ever go on that ever again!”

You stare at your bold daughter for a few seconds, blinking in disbelief before chuckling.

“Alright, I can manage. It was enough excitement for a while either way.”

“…Do you promise, mama?” Naori quietly asks, you smile.

“I promise.” You say, crossing your fingers behind your back. “I won’t go on any rides like this anymore.”

At least not in front of them. You and Naoya might have to get a bit more creative when it comes to distracting them, or convincing ways to bribe them into letting you go…

Like the funny picture you promised to show them after everything was done, portraying your reaction to a steep fall—a sight that managed to slowly quiet their cries and replaced them with giggles.

Fortunately, their animosity towards such entertainment would promptly disappear when much older. At least for Naomi, whom had a much greater interest in all adrenaline-inducing activities compared to her younger brother, who instead enjoyed getting any sweet treat he could get his hands on.

The two may not physically look like you at all, but when it came to their preferences, they were nothing short of carbon copies of you.

Omg rare mention of Naori lmao. I promise to write more of him, it's just that Naomi.... :(

Anyways, thank you so much for sending in this 🥺💖💖💖 I hope you enjoyed this small piece the same way I enjoyed writing it.

Now, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

[ilikepjo24]

Octavian is not the villain all of you make him out to be.

He's annoying. He slices open teddy bears to supposedly see the future. He's a rich boy (although we never actually see him brag about that). Out of context, he sounds like a demonic toddler. He's a blackmailer. He's a fucking asshole. But that's all.

Not trusting Percy? Perfectly normal. If all your life you were told that there's this group of people that you've been in war with ever since before the Roman Empire was a thing, that this group of people hates you with a burning passion and wants nothing more than to see your doom, that you've hurt and humiliated them and they've hurt you and humiliated you back, that they inferior to you in every way, and then a person from that group showed up at your doorstep, chased by monsters and started making friends with a suspicious looking guy that turned out being a spy and an undead person, would you trust them?

Personally, I wouldn't. Remember, the audience knows and loves Percy, but to a stranger Percy is a random, aggressive, powerful dude that causes chaos everywhere he goes and is the main suspect in multiple cases of terrorism. To Octavian, a person he knew and had worked with and might have enjoyed the presence of suddenly went missing, and then this troublesome, forbidden kid shows up and hangs out with a spy and a zombie. What reason could he possibly have to like Percy? How is he a villain for not trusting Percy? He's just being a freaking sane person dude.

Not go mention that Percy was also a forbidden child, one that typically everyone is wary of. And what does the greek forbidden child that causes chaos and develops friendships with spies and zombies do? He goes in one quest and is immediately granted the position that Octavian has wanted and has been working for for years, which happens to be the same position that Octavian's... Friend (?) had before he literally went missing. Doesn't it sound a bit suspicious when your powerful friend disappears, and a powerful potential enemy with questionable company shows up and steals your friend's job?

What luck, am I right? For a powerful enemy to show up as soon as there's a position of power open that needs to be filled by somebody who has power? Who's to say that Nico, who was later on proven to be a spy, wasn't send there by Percy? Who's to say Percy wasn't the one to kidnap and maybe even kill Jason, so that the position of the praetor would be open for him to take, and then allow Greeks into the camp so that they can destroy it and win this endless, centuries old war between Romans and Greeks?

And isn't that exactly what Percy ended up doing? He was granted praetorship, allowed Greeks into that camp on a heavily weaponed, flying warship, and they ended up blowing up part of the camp!

And what excuse do they give him for that? "This dude you don't know and don't trust and has built this warship got possessed by a ghost who we claim is rising but have no real, solid proof to support this claim. But she is rising and she did posses Leo, he didn't want to do it, he's a good guy that just happened to walk into your property with a huge weapon and blew up your house by accident. Despite all you've ever been taught about Greeks and despite that all the history books have told you about how much they hate you, and despite the extremely suspicious circumstances surrounding the situation, and despite blowing up your home, Greeks actually love you and want to work with you. Trust me bro." And this was coming from the dude that was friends with a literal spy that lied and kept secrets from everyone.

You know guys, you're right, I'm starting to see why all of you hate Octavian so much. He's being so unreasonable and overreacting over such small things. 😐 /sarcasm.

And then you were all upset that he gathered an army to go to war against the people that threw bombs in his house to defend himself.

Octavian was a dick, that's out of the question. He manipulated and blackmailed people. But the only thing he did that crossed the line of "dick" and entered "villain" territory was being the primary suspect for Gwen's murder. And she didn't even stay dead, so even that is not that bad.

This proven.

And for scientific reasons, I want to see if I actually convinced anyone.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

i'm still working on the council in the war au somewhat, but i have a rough idea on who the people in killer's circle should be...

killer (self-explanatory): once nightmare's right-hand man, now he's a special agent for the omega timeline council. he's indispensable to the council for his knowledge of nightmare and nightmare's operations, but is also considered a flight risk (similar to dust: once a traitor, always a traitor) so almost everyone doesn't trust him. he has a roster of handlers/parol officers to keep an eye on him. killer doesn't mind the intrusiveness of his surveillance (or does he), thinking this is appropriate security precautions because he doesn't trust himself either, especially if he slips into other stages than stage 1, which is his default stage now.

stretch (underswap papyrus): one of killer's handlers. stretch has beef with killer for what he did to his brother, who is currently missing. however, he's not an entirely unreasonable person and takes his job semi-seriously, ensuring that killer is well and well-functioning. he doesn't know that his existence kinda fucks with killer somewhat, but he has a hunch and isn't sure what to think about it. the only reprieve killer can take is that stretch is different enough from a classic papyrus that some distinctions can be drawn so as not to make him spiral too much about his own brother.

don't worry they'll become good acquaintances in the future :]

cocoa (underswap chara): also one of the survivors of stretch's au. they're part of omega timeline's internal mailing service so they don't come out on the battlefield much. they're not a combatant, but they hang around stretch often enough that killer sometimes sees them and interacts with them. they're unintentionally part of killer's unwilling exposure therapy (let's word it like that). like stretch, they're wary of killer, and unlike a regular frisk, they have little patience and forgiveness and can hold a beef for very long and be passive aggressive to killer to no end. they do deliver mail from others to killer a lot though, so killer has no idea when and where he will have to meet them - it's all spontaneous.

color (othertale sans): one of killer's handler and his sponsor in the omega timeline. they don't see each other often since the council deems color too biased to handle killer's punishment/community service. color is one of the few who passionately vouches for killer after his desertion from nightmare, and killer feels indebted to him a lot. color is an active combatant, so killer often pulls some strings to ensure that color will be safe and also killer will get updates on him. whether they have/had a thing or not in this au, even other people aren't sure about.

core frisk (core frisk): the discoverer of the omega timeline, now the proverbial promising noah's ark of the multiverse. they had a seat on the council, and all this war business has been testing them a lot. there are war crimes after war crimes that have been committed by their own side, and it messes with them a lot because of their own past. few people have seen them lately except for those closest to them - they've become of hermit essentially, closed off from the world. still, they're the beacon of the lost and a well-loved figure that everybody in the omega timeline (no one tell them of the war crimes committed in their names). core does visit killer, but rarely, as part of their promise to keep him updated on color and.... other matters. killer has to fulfill his end of the promise to core as well.

chaos (reapertale chara): one of the few people core interacts with, but also a highly controversial figure around here. the collapse of the multiverse should be to their favor, but chaos has slowly realized how terrible it has been for core. they're unofficially one of killer's handlers, self-appointed due to the fact that they don't trust killer (or at least that's what they said to him - they also protect and bless him on the battlefield so take whatever they said with a grain of salt). chaos still holds a grudge against the gods in reapertale, and reapertale gaster (now freed) holds a seat in the council (conflict of interests there uh-oh) and reaper is sided with error (this feud is crazy) (also grim, reapertale papyrus, sides with ink so uhhhhhhh is this war also a proxy war between reapertale gods idk).

[twignotstick]

Snow Day Plus One ☃️

Words: 2,001

Summary: Casey has an opportunity to bond with her new turtle friends! But how will she handle it?

Notes: My @tmnt-secret-santa-2024 for @bambiraptorx! Sorry this took so long, the writing really got me, combined with my life presenting numerous obstacles. In the end, I'm pretty happy with it, and I hope you like it too!

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Cassandra Jones wasn’t one to get out much. Ever since her… villainous employment… the number of outings lessened even more. She was seen by people as “disruptive” and “loud”. She couldn’t find many friends outside of the Foot Clan, so when she met the turtles, she found it to be a golden opportunity. Not only were they weird and loud, they were social outcasts. There were so many things for her to relate to!

The major hurdle was the fact that they used to be her greatest enemies.

Casey thought they were nice, but it was clear that there was still a bit of tension. She was able to hang out with April a bit more regularly, which allowed her to get critical insider information. Get to know them. That’s what that was. April had told her about their love of Lou Jitsu (and their unreasonable distaste for Punch Chowder), their favorite pizza place, their general vibes. All of it just made Casey want to hang out with them more. Yet, somehow, during the few meetups they had already had, she always managed to ruin it.

This time would be different.

The plan was simple; April had invited her to join in on the turtles’ annual “Snow Day”. She would bring a relaxed aura, happily helping build snowmen and make snow angels. No high energy screaming, no violent outbursts, and absolutely no murderous intent. April gave a very nice debrief in the car ride over-

“Last year was weird. Ghostbear showed up, got mutated, tried to kill us all, but it turned out alright. This year, there should be no surprise villains. Just enjoying the snow.”

“Yes! NO VILLAINS!” Casey said passionately. “Only reformed villains, excited to take part in the FESTIVE ACTIVITIES!”

April laughed, putting the car in park. “That’s right. I know you’re gonna do great out there.”

“I will!” Casey pulled on her gloves, opening the passenger door. “I will crush this social outing like the bones of my enemies. IF I HAD THOSE!”

“You know, you don’t have to-”

“Let us take on this fun day with FULL CONFIDENCE!”

The girls walked into the park, where the turtles were already having their fun. Mikey laid on his back, attempting to create the perfect snow angel. The numerous failed attempts were strewn around him, and Raph stood next to him, watching him criticize his work. Leo and Donnie were just a bit away, climbing up a hill of snow to sled down. April walked over toward them, while Casey decided to approach Raph and Mikey.

“How’s my form?” Mikey asked, making every wave of his arms deliberately. “Am I symmetrical?”

“Uhh…” Raph looked across all of the other angels, then back down at Mikey. “Raph thinks it looks just as good as the last 10.”

“But the last 10 sucked!” Mikey sat up carefully, doing his best not to disturb what he had done. He stepped out of the angel carefully, then looked down at his work. “Agh, so close! My shoulder went too deep.”

Raph noticed Casey had walked up, turning and smiling widely at her. “Hey, Cassandra! We’re happy to have you.”

“Hello to you, large turtle!” Casey turned to Mikey criticizing his handiwork. “And to you, small turtle! What challenge are we attempting to defeat?”

“I need to make the perfect snow angel while the snow’s still this deep!” Mikey crouched down and scooped up a handful of snow, as if that illustrated his point. “There’s 16 inches, which means, if I do it right, there won't be any grass showing through!”

“Grass hasn’t shown through on any of them, though?” Raph said.

“But none of them were perfect, Raph!”

Raph sighed, looking to Casey for her input.

“May I attempt?” Casey asked, fire already brewing in her chest. “I believe that I can create a perfect snow angel.”

Mikey eyed her curiously, then grinned. “Sure! Maybe you can get a better balance than me without a shell.”

Determined, Casey found a new spot of snow and laid down. She took a deep breath and began waving her arms and legs. Mikey and Raph both stood by, watching with wide eyes as her waving grew in speed and intensity. Snow started flying, covering the turtles’ bodies and faces. When Casey finally slowed down and stepped out of her masterpiece, both turtles wiped the snow from their faces and looked down in awe.

“How did… how did you make it all the way through, everywhere?” Raph asked, genuinely perplexed. “You got through to the grass under your back! Your body wasn’t even moving!”

“THIS IS PERFECT!” Mikey crouched next to Casey’s physically impossible snow angel, marvelling over it. “I mean, it isn’t conventional, but there’s no flaws! You made a perfect snow angel!”

“Of COURSE I DID!” Casey confidently exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. “I am a master of the snow-angelic form. Creating one is no challenge.” Truthfully, she was just as surprised and pleased as Mikey was; she hadn’t made a snow angel in years.

Raph grabbed her shoulders from behind, giving her a small shake. “You’re a natural at Snow Day stuff! My snow angels always end up looking like a crash site. You’re gonna make this day even more fun!”

“Of course! I-” Casey was cut off by the sound of Leonardo squealing across the park. The trio turned just in time to see Donatello pushing Leo onto the ground, the latter falling dramatically with a hand to his heart. April stood by them, holding a palm against her forehead.

Casey, Mikey, and Raph all walked over to investigate what could have brought Donnie just a bit closer to fratricide. Seeing the backup arrive, April sighed. “Thank goodness. I don’t think I could have handled these two squabbling on my own any more.”

“You know you love us,” Donnie said calmly. “My brother, however, is quickly losing the privilege of my affection, and I suggest you follow my example.”

“Raphie,” Leo whined, crawling through the snow to reach his eldest brother. “Donnie’s bullying me!”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Raph said, peeling Leo’s arms off where they had latched onto his leg.

“What is the issue?” Casey asked. “I will use whatever means necessary to solve it.”

April winced. “I don’t think that’s-”

“Nardo is proving once again how terrible his opinions are.” Donnie kicked snow in Leo’s direction, causing him to roll away to avoid it. “We had a plan that would have removed any and all arguments on this illustrious Snow Day™, but Leo just had to be a contrarian.”

“We didn’t even all agree on that part yet!” Standing up and shaking the snow off of him, Leo pointed a finger into Donnie’s face. “Lou Jitsu is nearly unrecognizable without his jumpsuit!”

“Wait,” Mikey interrupted, pushing between them. “What's this about again?”

“Our snowman!” Leo scoffed, as if it was obvious. He caught the confused look on Casey’s face and sighed. “Every year, we build a snowman. Last year, it was Jupiter Jim, but we had a whole snowball fight because we couldn’t pick our favorite movie. So, this year, we decided to use a character who we all agreed on-”

“Lou Jitsu,” Donnie interjected.

“Ah!” Casey’s face lit up, finally feeling like she recognized the significance of the argument, then proceeded to return to its confused state. “So, why are you disagreeing?”

“Because we can’t decide on what outfit to put him in. I said we should put him in his classic jumpsuit, because he’s Lou Jitsu, but Donnie said we should put him in his outfit from Mount LouFuJitsu.”

“Because it would be extremely nonsensical to put him in a jumpsuit in the snow.”

“He is snow! He’s a snowman!”

“That changes nothing.”

As she facepalmed, April’s eyes moved to the other witnesses of the chaos, silently asking for input. Unfortunately, the other brothers only began contributing to the argument, not coming to a proper conclusion. Raph sided with Leo, and Mikey with Donnie.

Casey knew that the turtles were teens, and brothers, but she hadn’t quite realized the implications behind those facts. They seemed so in sync whenever she fought with them, seeing them opposing each other was strange. Especially over something so petty and insignificant. All this shouting, shoving, and friendly brawling over something as small as what outfit to put on their snowman?

“April!” Raph shouted, silencing all his brothers. “You pick! Jumpsuit, or snow suit?”

April threw her hands up, raising her shoulders. “Don’t look at me! I’m not gonna be the reason this escalates!”

All the turtles’ eyes turned to Casey expectantly. Her eyes widened, having not expected to be turned into the center of attention.

“You gotta help us pick, Casey,” Mikey said, looking at her with big, puppy dog eyes. “You agree with me and D, right?”

“Uhh…” Casey hesitated to choose. She didn’t want any of the guys to not like her; she was really enjoying getting to hang out with them. Whatever side she chose, she needed to make sure it worked out with everyone.

She had a sudden stroke of genius.

Puffing out her chest, she shouted, “All of you are idiots! None of your depictions of Lou Jitsu are accurate at all!”

The turtles looked at her like she had grown a third eye. “Casey,” Leo placated, putting an arm on her shoulder, “I know you like Punch Chowder, but we’ve seen every Lou Jitsu movie. We know Lou Jitsu.”

“EXACTLY!” She pointed exaggeratedly into his face. “The real Lou Jitsu doesn’t wear a jumpsuit, or a snow suit! He wears a raggedy old robe, and pulls it off quite well!”

The turtles continued to look at her confused, but April laughed and broke the awkwardness. “Wait, you’re saying we should build a snow-Splinter?”

“Exactly! Only the truest, most die-hard fans would create a snowman that looks like Lou Jitsu in real life.”

The turtles shared glances, deciding whether or not to go along with it. A smile crept onto their faces.

“I call making his wrinkly face!” Leo said, scurrying off to start gathering snow.

“Hey, no fair, you’ll make him look weird!” Mikey ran after him.

“I’ll start figuring out the best dimensions,” Donnie said, sauntering off to pick a good spot.

Raph walked up to Casey. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting something like that from you. Thanks a lot.”

Casey grinned, her chest glowing with pride. “Thank you. I cannot await what other challenges your antics will present to me.” Her expression grew determined as she prepared to face whatever these reptiles threw at her.

Raph nodded, running over to stop Mikey from shoving snow down Leo’s jacket. April laughed at them, looking at Casey with an approving look before going to join.

The afternoon carried on, and Casey continued to get to know the mannerisms of the turtles. They were constantly bickering, and she found herself using any opportunity presented to get involved in it. Even April would contribute. Casey became relaxed as the time passed, feeling a strange sort of comfort with these new friends that she hadn’t felt for a long time.

The snow-rat turned out just as wrinkly and scrappy as imagined. Once it was finished, Raph wrapped his arms around everyone, grinning wide. “Great job, guys. Now, we can go back to the lair and ask the real Dad to make us some hot cocoa!”

All the boys cheered, already running off to reach the lair first. April lagged behind with Casey. “You did great, Case. I knew you’d handle yourself just fine.”

“Of course I did! These turtles are NO MATCH FOR ME!” Pausing, Casey reeled herself back. “In a totally not evil way.”

“Yeah, I know.” April grabbed Casey’s arm, excited. “Now, lets go get some hot chocolate and see who starts complaining about their number of marshmallows.”

“It will be Leonardo, no doubt.” Casey grinned, walking with a new pep in her step.

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Hope you enjoyed!

[mrhaitch]

Hellooo!

How have you been…how is the Haitch household doing today?

I saw that prompt you posted and I’ve begun working on it although I do foresee myself struggling with the first person pov…my behated✨

1) Call me curious but have you ever dyed your hair before? Or do you see yourself dyeing your hair for funsies? Have at any point, you ever wished that you were born with a different hair color…or do you like your natural hair color?

2) what are your thoughts on kpop? Have you gave a listen to any older gen or newer gen groups/ soloists?

3) Did you ever have any hyperfixations? Not limited to only characters or fandoms, could be about anything really. Any subject that you are particularly passionate about.

4) Just the way many people like to try to mimic (and fail) the British accent(s) have you and Haitch ever tried doing any other accents? If so which accents do you think you can decently pull off?

Thank you!

1) Nope, but that hasn't stopped various accusations over the years. Naturally blond men just aren't all that common.

2) Ethically disagree with the industry and how it operates, same as JPop. There are some songs and artists that I like: BTS never miss when they get political, and EXO's The Eve is excellent.

3) I'm prone to very intense hyperfixations, my PHD being the most protracted. It's how I became a skilled enough barista to compete, how I've got a basic grasp of whittling, can play several instruments to varying degrees of competency, and so on. Weightlifting is the latest one.

4) We're actually pretty good at accents. My favourites are french, German, and russian. Haitch noticed the other day that, if she's being unreasonable, I instinctively respond in a camp German accent. Very Allo Allo.

(Very dated British sitcom about the nazi occupation in France, but still very funny at times)