#would x1000000

[statichvm]

you know i gotta hit you with Walton Goggins vs. Timothy Olyphant

gotta slam that walt goggins button

[m0e-ru]

guy who only read the persona four manga: getting a lot of persona four manga vibes from this

[umemiyan]

if i could choose to hug one man it would be kafka hibino because i just know that mf’s hugs are unMATCHED

[darabeatha]

/ GAP MOE!!

[c00kietin]

BRO. LITERALLY GOBSMACKED. HAD TO ACTUALLY CLOSE MY LAPTOP TO TAKE IT IN GOODNESS-

I HAVE NO WORDS-

so have a comic instead :D

(Tenebris secretly orders somebody to photocopy these images and have them framed. This art boosts their huge ego.)

Brittany blast 💥

(might draw 🎾 later :D)

HDAHDAAHHGDSJFGDGSJSHAKAFHGGHHGGHGHHGHGG OMGGGGGG

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OHMYGAH

I AM YELLING AT YOU RIGHT NOW AND GRIPPING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS/VPOS

DEAR FRIEND ILYSM/P

The hair!! The EVERYTHING asashhghjds I just love the way you draw bro ;v;

[prettyboykatsuki]

IM ASKING YOU TO WRITE THE CHILDE FIC ZERO IM ASKING x1000000!!!

the blizzard and the storm | tartaglia / childe (ajax)

✭ tags ; extremely dark content ahead, dead dove do not eat, mother/son incest / hard incest, noncon, spanking, mentioned domestic abuse (nothing graphic) and explicit alcoholism (his dad is the bad guy here), canon adjacent but not compliant (spoiler warnings for his background), violence and murder etc etc. 18+

PLEASE HEED THE TRIGGERS.

✭ wc ; 3.5k (????)

✭ a/n ; this one is pretty bad man. sorry about that. but exploring this dynamic with him was very interesting. also the different usage of childe and ajax r intentional here

✭ synopsis ; to be a twisted son means to be born to a mother who loves you. if you're ajax, anyway.

The blizzards of Snezhnaya are ceaseless.

Ruthless and violent. The winds that touch the barren lands are so strong and mighty that they are near impossible to brave. The snow comes down so thickly that the world is painted in white for miles to see. If you leave just a little outside the city, you must prepare to remain indoors for days.

Even if you were to break your back trying to clear it, the next day it would pour heavier. A relentless storm. The dirtied tracks of snowboots and handprints are gone, desolate underneath them. You could dig for days but the frostbite would riddle you sick before you made it out alive.

Nothing changes the color of a snow like that. When winter comes, it buries everything that attempts to defy it. It is cold and unforgiving.

Childe knows this better than anyone. He grew up along side it, the knowledge engraved in his skeleton - he could feel the chill of winter all the way in spring when he was a boy. Hairs stood on the back of his neck as he pictured the days to come - chopping wood and hauling them on his back. To keep the fires lit and his sibling alive. Bartering with neighbors for keeps, for food and grain before the storms took over again.

Childe does not regard the winters of his adolescence fondly.

A decade of trying to survive them sours the memory like a whiskey gone off. Perhaps they could be, if you hailed from Inazuma where the snow is no less than decoration, or Mondstat where spring comes just as often. But in Snezhnaya, winter was war torn. It was hungry.

What an unpleasant childhood it had been. For as long as he could remember - winter had been a game of survival. At 7, he'd picked up glass shards off the kitchen floor from where his father had smashed glass bottles of gin. At age 9, he had learned from a doctor how to suture with sewing thread just in case and what liquor is best to pour over wounds in case to prevent infection.

His father was an unpleasant man. A fool-hardy one. Though he wasn't always. During the years he was able to adventure and come back to boast - Childe would even describe him as fatherly. They would fish while young Childe(though then he was Ajax) would listen, eager to hear the tales from beyond seas.

It's just that when a man born for freedom is trapped, he retaliates against what he believes are his chains.

For his father, that had been that crooked house with walls that moaned in pain. It had been you, his mother, who spoke meekly and softly no matter what pain befell her.

His father was an unpleasant man during winter. Childe cannot recall each instance of it. Just that the shattered glass of his memories painted him as a monster. A violent alcoholic, a boastful and arrogant bastard.

A man unworthy of you. One who raised his hand at him often. Who raised his hand at you, his loving mother, even more.

The first time Childe tasted bloodlust, he was 10. He remembers it vividly, so much so he often dreams he is back in that kitchen. In a small cottage, with a butchers knife trembling in his palm and anger coursing through him. That night, had he not heard your weeping cry of solace as you lay in bed alone, his father would've been dead 4 years earlier.

Instead, he crawled into bed with you. Nursed the bruise on your cheek - his poor, poor mother. By then he was still small. Stronger than you though. He wiped your tears and apologized. Said he'd take care of breakfast tomorrow, to which you only laughed.

All you had was each other. Some of his siblings hadn't been born yet, and they were too young to understand it all. Childe only had you. And you only had him. His mother who loved him. Who called him starlight or dear boy as often as his name.

(He loved how you uttered his name, so softly. Ajax. Like you chose it. Like you wished for him)

His mother who was lovely and bright, like a star falling against the snow.

Childe has loved no such thing as you. Had it not burdened you if his father died, he would've buried him years ago.

But he waited. Bared his teeth for many years. Killer instinct might be the right way to describe it.

It handn't been time.

When Childe was 14, he got lost in the forest. He disappeared for three days and encountered the Abyss. In the forest, alone with nothing but a cruel swordsman and rage - he had gained strength that he had longed for so desperately his whole life.

In this way, unmistakably, he was so much like his father. The ambition in his heart was so hard and heavy that Childe could not remain the same after looking at it.

(Even as a Harbinger, he cannot recall the extent of this darkness. Only that at the time it felt righteous and true. If this was the doing of destiny, then Childe was always meant to be a weapon of war.)

In the Abyss, times passes slowly. 3 months entrenched in vile, filthy ambition had only been 3 days. When he had returned, his mother had a fresh bruise on her eye and his sister wept for a week.

He did not came back the same.

Where he used to meek or quiet, he had become hostile and arrogant. He was strong. Strong enough to intimidate. Clever enough to lure people to their death. The summer he turned 15, he had gotten into so many altercations - he would lick the blood in his mouth pre-emptively so it didn't spill on the clothes you lovingly tailored for him.

Darkness was a powerful force. A welcome one. The world was bigger than the winters of Snezhnaya and Childe could no longer deny that truth.

A man who yearns for freedom retaliates against his chains. Childe could no longer tolerate the presence of his father.

(During his training, his mentor drew a sword to the tip of his throat. And Childe felt his breath hitch in excitement, but not fear. A rumbling voice of a masked soldier echoed in his ears.

"Ajax," He had said, cold and low "What do you wish for?"

He laughed and leaned his head back against the hard floor.

"Power," He said, clearly and starkly - a headrush of euphoria as he wiped blood from his nose "And..."

"And?"

"To take my Fathers place," He says, with less hesitance that he expected, too restless to pretend "To make my mother mine alone."

"What a twisted boy you are, Ajax."

He laughs "You wouldn't understand, Master. What it's like to be so twisted and know you'll always be loved.")

Childe, upon his return, no longer tolerated anything. The more he retaliated, the more his father seemed to take issue with him. But he was no longer a boy afraid of the world. He had seen its underbelly and bathed in the blood that run through out it.

When Childe was 15, in a fit of delight, he had killed his Father with his bare hands. The old man was drunk, and only when he stumbled back did Childe realized how weak he'd been all that time.

You watched him, then, as Childe killed his own father so ruthlessly. You flinched, and closed your eyes. But you did not yell for him to stop. That night, he kissed the crown of your forehead and told you to rest

He buried the body with his two hands. The blood that trickled into the snow had disappeared as a blizzard hailed the next day. His littlest siblings were too little to remember, and his sister did not ask any questions.

Things were different then. In a single night, Childe went from boy to man.

It was the following morning his vision appeared. Hydro. The Archon of justice approved him. It was the next week in which he had been hailed to join the Fatui Harbingers as the youngest of them - that the Tsaritza crowned him a jewel.

Thing were different. Childe had grown up to be a fine weapon, after all. In exchange for joining the Fatui, he was compensated well. He had bought you a home and land, and sent money to you every month for years. The work kept him busy, but he wrote to you. To his siblings. And he visited whenever he could.

There was never enough time, to do as he pleased. He had what he wanted. Power. But not what he wanted most. You.

When he was 21, there was a lull in his work. For the first time in almost 6 years, he could remain in Snezhnaya as nothing called for his attention. There he stayed with you, and his sibling all grown-up. And like the man of the house often does, he took care of everything.

Spoiled his sisters with clothes and shoes, his brothers with toys and books. You, his mother, with dresses and jewels so fine that you seemed shy even trying them on.

How beautiful you were, had always been in his eyes. What a fine young woman you must've been too. His father was so undeserving of you. To bear children with you, to make love to you when he could not give you a house with warmth.

(But Childe did it all so easily. How unforgiving he cannot take you as consolation. How beautiful you would look, swallowed in the silks he bought. In the perfume you'd smell best in.)

Childe did not interfere on the matters he wished too most. Because, despite himself, he had not wished for your ire nor to cause you suffering. His mother who he loved. Who he longed, the strength of his desire was bone chilling.

In Childe's mind, you had always been his. You were his long before you were his fathers. He had lived inside of you, so wasn't it only natural to regard you this way? Your flesh and blood. His home since the very start.

Staying with you now when he'd grown up into a man had done nothing to quell the lust. The first time Childe takes you, it's unceremonious. It's a decision he makes on the flip of a coin.

(All alone in an empty house, he walks into your bedroom. With an agenda and little in his mind other fulfilling it - you're asleep in your night time attire. A sheer, loose little bodice that you can only wear given the heat - with a blanket thrown haphazardly over your waist.

Childe slips into bed with you, and like instinct you stir. You turn, your eyes fluttering open as you face him. Childe gives you a small smile as you rub the sleep out of your gaze - a soft, rounded way of speaking.

"Ajax, starlight, what are you doing here?" You offer, your hand reaching for his face in the dark. He grasps it in his, nudging his palm into his cheek

"I'm very stressed," He hums, warmly, coming closer towards you all the same. And you welcome him, despite the fact he is too old for any of this. He hugs you close, too close, and you let him. You rub his back fondly "I missed you very much."

"Such a big boy you've grown into and look at you, coming to sleep in mommy's bed." You tease, so lightly it doesn't sting "That's alright. You're always welcome. You grew up right before my eyes. Is there anything I can do?"

And Ajax laughs. Assured, that you will still love him because you are incapable of leaving even when you should

"Yes," He says, moving his hands too low for comfort "A few things...?"

"...Ajax?" )

The first time Ajax takes you, he wonders why he hadn't done so sooner. Like the kind, soft mother you are - best you could respond with is crying. It was the first time he had been the source of your tears, did he realized you'd always been like this.

How could you be such a cry baby? What a darling quality.

Your body was sensitive to the touch. Ajax kissed you like you were lovers and you only barely bat him away. You weren't strong enough to do much more, and eventually you gave in completely.

Kissing you had felt so right. It had all been perfect. You were always a woman. More than his mother, you were nothing but a delicate woman. One who longed for touch and affection. He can't imagine his father gave you enough.

So he did. He kissed down your throat lightly, pinned your wrists and made you helpless. He nudged his nose against your pulse and pinned you with the brunt of his strength, made you feel the hard twitch of his cock. Feel his burning, sick desire for you. You deserved that much.

He makes a show of it, just for you. Eventually you stop squirming, relenting instead. And you mewled, so noisily when he toyed with your body. He liked learning about your body. It made him feel close to you in a way he'd always longed for.

Your nipples were so sensitive to the touch, but especially to being licked and sucked and bitten at. You liked delicate touches on your hips and waist. But you liked your cunt to be touched more relentlessly. You're wettest when his fingers are toying with your clit, a needy little thing. Hard under the callous pads of his fingers.

You're cute when he's a little rough with you. Even now. His palm smacked hard against the most sensitive and achy parts of your body and you liked it.

You wept when he finally fucked you. He went raw and you whimpered his name like a plea, Ajax. Archons, how could anyone ever compare? Hot and wet inside, soft and womanly with the stretchmarks of childbirth. He wanted nothing more to fill you with his seed over and over again and again. To touch your womb again like a welcome.

He'd never known how much he longed for domesticity. His father was a foolish, foolish man. How could anyone mistreat you? Husbandry with you is so sweet.

The first time Childe takes you, your relationship changes forever.

But you, his kind mother who loves him with so much affection, don't turn away from your son. And he's relieved and delighted to be able to have you. Even though, sometimes you look at him so sadly, you hardly push away.

("It's my fault," You sob, as Ajax bends you over the edge of the kitchen counter. He kisses your bare shoulder, cock sheathed inside of your warm cunt. He breathes a sigh of relief "It's all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, mama," He coos, a hand around your waist as your pussy clenches down hard on his cock "Nothing could have changed me being born your son.")

Childe learned you blamed yourself for his desires. And he thinks in many ways, that's so like you. His beloved mother, his mama who cries and cries and cries. You blame yourself for everything because you are weak.

But Childe loves your weakness. He loves that you are so tender that all pressure makes you fall apart. Because you are like that, he doesn't let you go too far. Who knows what you'll do when he's away from home? What things you'll get yourself tangled in when he's gone? The leash is tight, but you are comfortable and safe.

And you can go out as long as you bring guards and come home by a certain time. You listen when Childe tells you these things before he returns to his duties, even fixing up his coat.

When Childe is forced to leave again to attend to his work, leaving you behind is the hardest of all. But he does so with high hopes, and he kisses you goodbye in the inappropriate way he loves when no one is looking.

(When he leaves, he finds about your affair as soon as it happens. There is always someone watching. At the time, he takes his anger out on whatever target has been assigned to him.

And it quells the violence in him long enough to plan. Ajax doesn't blame you. His mother who he loves, who must've been lonely. Your adultery reads to him like a cry for attention.

Your punishment will be light.

But any man who lays hands on you that isn't him must be punished violently. Childe thinks of how he'll scatters the body in the oceans breaching Snezhnaya. Or how he might feed them to the creatures kept in Dottore's lab.

He sits on the anger for a year until he's officially around to come back to his hometown.)

When Ajax returns, he doesn't hesitate upon arrival. He is 24 and stronger than he'd ever been. Before he even walked through the threshold of his home, he detoured to the house off the end of the street and killed the man who's defiled you in his absence.

He came home to you with the blood still splattered on his pale cheek. He told the children to go with his guards so he could talk to you about "grown-up" things and went without thinking twice.

And then he is home. Childe is Ajax, and he came home to you, his mother. And Childe would never pride himself on raising a hand against you, but even you must learn your lessons.

(You look good bent over his lap. This is the first thing that crosses his mind as he takes you over the knee - on the side of the bed.

You're wearing a dress with tight stockings, like you're trying to look nice for someone. And the idea is so rage inducing, he almost forgets to control the strength in his hands.

He pulls the skirt past the curve of your ass and lets it bunch around your waist. Your hands tied over your back, Ajax lets his fingers tease against the seem of your stockings. White, lace panties like you're a young girl underneath the thick, sheer fabric of nylon.

He sucks some air inbetween his teeth.

"Were you lonely while I was gone, mama?" He says, voice soft but curt "Is that why you were wasting your time on other worthless Snezhnayan men?" '

"Ajax," You beg, sobbing while you squirm "Please."

"Shhh. Don't cry too much, okay? I already got rid of him and took care of it."

You weep out a no, and Childe lets his hand come down on the fat off your ass. A harsh smack echoes against the room and you quiet almost immediately. For someone who shies away from his discipline, you sure take it well.

"You should take care of your family, you know? And that means not bringing around strange men, okay? You already have me to take care of your needs."

"That's wrong, Ajax—"

"Who can tell you what's right and wrong? I'm a very powerful man now, Ma. And I'm strong too, so you shouldn't worry about it," He rips the seam of your stockings as he tugs the fabric to the side - revealing your cunt. Unshaved and wet, Ajax lets out a pleased sigh as he draws his fingers through your folds, teasing your clit gently "I'll always be your starlight, though."

"Ajax." You whisper, hoarse and ashamed and so sweet for him "Please."

"Did you miss me, Mama?"

And your voice softens, even as Ajax eases himself into you with his fingers. Violates you gently, letting you fuck against the resistance, pushing up along your walls until you're moaning involuntarily. Even as he touches you in the way you love to detest, he can hear it in your tone. That you can't bring yourself to resent him for it all.

He rubs your gspot with careful precision. A well-practiced act of love and devotion, like a man to his wife that he doesn't often get to feel. You bury your head, stifling a moan when you speak.

"I always miss you, Ajax."

And it's enough to make him lose all control)

The blizzards in Snezhnaya are ceaseless.

And Ajax is 26, and this time of year never changes. It's like a reminder that somethings never do. Like his love and devotion, wiping the slate clean each time he sins.

Ajax comes through the door with flowers this year. He does every year on the day his father passes, but the flowers don't go on a grave. It'd be pointless to do that in that old backyard.

Instead, he wipes his shoe's on the mat and places them in the vase that you've kept out for him. He sees you in the kitchen and peers over your shoulder as you make something with your hands. He kisses your shoulder, innocent.

"I'm home, Mama."

"Welcome home, Ajax. Go wash up before dinner."

Some things are so unchanging, like how he will always be your son. Just like winters in Snezhnaya will always be cold and he will always come home to your warmth.

And you will always, always let him.

[melobin]

happy birthday my melo :3 definitely don’t think about how sungchan would absolutely do the most for your birthday. i’m talking princess treatment x1000000, don’t even worry about doing anything for yourself. all you have to do is get pretty (even prettier) for him and he’ll treat you like royalty. and when all is said and done, he’s going to worship you all night long until your legs are shaking and it’s hard to catch your breath

thank you my love ehe :3

birthday sex with sungchan would be insane he’d take such good care of you. would be determined to make you cum as hard as possible before he’s even pushing into you. birthday sex with sungchan would be sooo intense too it’s so legs over the shoulders and his cock wedged deep inside of you coded

[wibblyparfait]

(props up arm on desk) hii,,,,,, Nanaco in a Situation huh,,,,,,,,,,,,

Limbus Company is unfortunately still on my brain sometimes. so heres to finally drawing up all the Nanashi IDs & EGO thats been plaguing my brain 👍

transcript + extra notes under the cut cuz if oomfie has to hear all my Nanashi thoughts then so do u 🫵 SHFNDNF

LCB Sinner Nanashi

to Coral:

-> Studying Coral under a microscope -> (Slowly trusting,,,)

to himself:

-> In-TOWER arc (note: think any time before the final conversation in the Core. hes on the road to trusting Coral & the other Hanoi but still thinks he'll have to go back to the Toros eventually 😔) -> Please god let me have 1 normal ID -> Embarrassed by [his] Butler & BS [IDs] -> distressed by [his] CoG, R Corp & Capo [IDs]

Black Silence Nanashi

to Coral:

-> sunshine loml ily c'mere & let him pamper u NOW -> in charge of deconditioning N Coral (note: oomf has an AU of Coral as an N Corp Kleinhammer, in my brain since BS Nanashi has his shit together he is also the main person thats trying to reteach N Coral self-love oogh 🥹)

to himself:

-> Post-TOWER t1 arc -> married hubby <3 (note: if it wasnt obvious. Nanashi & Coral take the place of Roland & Angelica in their world. dont worry about how doomed they are by the narrative, theyre both still alive by the time of this ID so they dont have to worry yet <3) -> literally living his best life -> mending heart, knows hes loved & channeling that recovery into malewifing <3

Church of Gears Worshipper

to Coral:

-> indifferent (at first) -> & then sees Coral as "his purpose" devotion (note: Coral would obviously not want this Nanashi to just follow along with everything hes told & not think for himself. and once that point gets thru to COG Nanashi, he expresses his sentiment by calling Coral his purpose & asking to hang out with him 🥹 FDHGD!!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> arc where he also loses the last bit of hope he never knew he had o)-( (note: in this world Nanashi meets Coral & co early n thus tries to run away from the Toros to stay with them, but by the time he gets back to them, they're so messed up by The City in one way or another that seeing them like that pushes him into losing all hope & joining the Church of Gears. so he can finally find Somewhere he won't be actively miserable in anymore. but. well☹️ DFKGJFDG)

4th Pack Reindeer

to Coral:

-> The only ID that allows being pampered back (note: clearly most of these IDs are centered around Nanaco. and we all know how much Nanashi spoils Coral without accepting pay. but maybe this one will allow being cooked some fluffy instant pancakes every so often 🥹) -> Doesnt Take Shit Tho. Get Pampered Idiot. (note: R Corp Nanashi doesnt have the time nor energy to hear Coral's usual polite excuses. as long as Coral allows being pampered, then he Will carry him over his shoulder like a sack of rice so he can bring him to a kitchen & cook him a full course meal :) FGJDGFD!!!!!!)

to himself:

-> Fragile. -> Needs the mutual care from R Coral to stay sane o(-( (note: Coral is part of the Rabbit Team in this world ☹️ between the Hatchery & the usual contracts they get, they both cope by trying to spoil each other in their down time uuu,,,)

Thumb Capo

to Coral:

-> omg hihi haiiiiii (WILL kill/die for Coral :() -> except N Coral o)-( (for now.) (note: usually in Limbus worlds Coral is pretty high up in the social ladder, so Capo Nanashi unfortunately rly rly respects him ☹️ but since in N Corp Kleinhammers are at the bottom. oof ☹️. Capo Nanashi is rly tough on that Coral & sets a bunch of rules on him n that Makes Me Sad ☹️. KJGDF)

to himself:

-> sheep arc (note: thats just what i call Sweetie Sleeps. so yeah this Nanashi is if his Sweetie Sleeps version came true ☹️.) -> coping [with] Toro horrors by accepting it all & enthusiastically enforcing rules o(-(

Brown Family Butler

to Coral:

-> Its just my job to take care of u (malewifes x1000000)

to himself:

-> Pre-Toro arc -> Met his Coral [before] he lost all hope -> No rizz. just an autistic stare & dog-like worship that makes u question ur morality (note: this quote was absolutely stolen cuz i saw it on another oomf's post & it made me laugh. hi Sen oomf. DFKGJDGD)

Roseate Desire

to Coral:

-> sunshine love of my life reason i exist & mender of my heart ily ily ily ily- -> rare Nanashi that WANTS to be pampered (note: once again we know how Nanashi usually feels about being paid back for his work. but this is probably the one Nanashi that just wants to curl up in Coral's lap & hear him say nice things about him DFKGHFD 🥹)

to himself:

-> 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 ♡ -> Deepest desire is just to be valued o(-(

Seven Association Fixer

to Coral:

-> U're gonna forget how to sleep if u keep drinking coffee >:( (makes Coral's regular order right before he walks in) (note: in this world Coral is just a regular at the cafe the Seven runs DFKJDGD)

to himself:

-> Intelligence officer arc -> Rly good at his job, but likes the barista work the most <3 (note: also this Nanashi is the rare Seven fixer that likes coffee. not as much of a freak about the specifics of coffee brewing as Faust is with tea, but he probably enjoys himself a good espresso ^-^ KFDJGD)

Feral Mane

to Coral:

-> big skittish creature that loafs on & scruffs one (1) person (note: imagine him like a big scared lion. except around Coral, who he will drag by the back of his collar like a cat carrying a kitten ^-^ KGFDFG)

to himself:

-> Nanabeast -> Mittelhammer forced into corrosion experiments o(-(

Regret

to Coral:

-> Coworkers probably (note: this is the Nanashi ive thought about the least. imagine Nanashi meeting Coral in the real world while doing Toro work. of course he wouldnt have time to fall in love ☹️ DFJGFD)

to himself:

-> Walpurgis lobcorp ID -> Too busy fighting for his life to be sappy -> Maybe gets eaten by Nothing There idk (note: basically his fate in a lobcorp AU oops. hope Coral enjoys finding out about that 😔 FDKGFD)

Dimension Shredder

to Coral:

-> Very cuddly & touchy (hasnt had sane human contact in forever o(-()

to himself:

-> Guy that made "keep Coral safe" his sole purpose for 7625040532 years (note: to varying success. because by the end of the journey he's either a pile of guts that murders everything Except Coral, or talks to Coral's guts as if hes still alive ☹️ ue.)

in conclusion. good fucking god Nanashi never leaves my brain 🥹 DHDFGDFDG

[northern-passage]

Hi! I had a thought and now I was wondering... Lea is a Chen, and, I think, that's a big deal, right? Even his parents who are hunters are well respected cuz they're Chen. ...I think I read that somewhere...?

So, if Lea did "trade places" with the Hunter, would it really be "trading" places? Like, they would still be a Chen. Probably still not as well treated as a non-Hunter Chen, but would they be viewed by most others like the Hunter is?

hmmm yes and no... if Lea were a hunter, they would definitely still get mistreated, however it would be to a lesser extent & it would be easier for them to gain people's trust/respect than it is for our hunter.

Lea is still pretty young, so people would still tend to be wary around them; Lea's parents, who are both hunters, are older and very well-known at this point throughout the north, and have been very successful in their careers. they don't have as many problems traveling or interacting with common folk as other hunters (&handlers) would, but they did still have to put in a bit of work to prove themselves compared to if they were just handlers.

Commander Hadrien is kind of the darling Chen at the moment, since she's the commander and thus not a hunter, and Lea is... definitely well-respected, but overshadowed by her (hmmmm...)

also in my opinion as their creator if Lea really was a hunter they would be neurotic and extremely unwell; they already feel way too much pressure (mostly put on themself by... themself) just to be a good handler, and i think that would be quadrupled x1000000 if they were a hunter. people already inherently hate hunters, so they would be constantly paranoid and overthinking everything they do to make sure they don't "misrepresent" hunters and "prove" that people's dislike is actually warranted, and combine that with also having to represent their family name... their head would explode, unfortunately.....

but basically: yes they would have a bit of an advantage after the first few years, once they got older and people started recognizing them as a proper Chen. however, Lea would probably unintentionally self-sabotage and make everything way more difficult and stressful for themself anyways, so....

[piganatur]

"actually what jaewon said in the photography shop cut x1000000 times deeper than the english translation of it": Do you mind sharing what he said? Thanks in advance! " i get what they wanted to say w/ the presentation scene but i don’t get why they had to say it that way though": I'm not sure I understand what the whole presentation scene was, especially with the Hedgwig one before it. Why were they mocking the Hedgwig presentation? I don't get it? Thanks for all the context!

hello dear, i've already answered what jaewon said in this post aaaaaand my take on the presentation scene is that, as we’ve seen in previous episodes, the class they have to make the presentation for is a liberal arts class and it’s also an elective (although for some students, like aeri, it’s mandatory). their professor even warns them to prepare well and don’t try to half ass it just because it’s a liberal arts elective. at the start of ep5 that girl giving the presentation didn’t seem to remotely know what she was talking about nor what class she was in lol. she obviously did not prepare for the presentation.

in contrast, hedwig did prepare by dressing up to complement the themes of his presentation but it’s like the other end of the extreme. that girl did the bare minimum (yet made a show bc of how ridiculous she was) while hedwig kinda overdid it (also made a show that others could enjoy, just look at their faces, everyone is ready to giggle). that presentation was literally a show, theatrical and over the top (making aeri and jihyun waiting for it to end asap....i've also seen kids in other dramas pull this same trick when presenting for an elective, often when the content of their presentation was lacking). even their professor chuckled when he said, you’ve done well. hedwig tried to cut corners by making it seem like he prepared a lot (which he did, just not in the way the assignment would require). no one could say he did not put work into his presentation, but i wonder what he’d think if their professor suddenly said grades are solely based on the written version of the assignment they have to submit.

in contrast, yet again, the aeri/jihuyn presentation was exactly like that, succinct and to the point, sticking to the core theme of the assignment. they took it seriously and that’s what made it (for others) so stale. just look at everyone listening to them, the light almost left their eyes lol (there’s like 1 (one) girl smack in the middle paying attention – and the prof) bc the professor did pay attention. i think, out of every presentation, he paid the most attention here. he also sincerely praised them and that’s what made hedwig so furious (he became hedwing and the ANGRY inch *ba bam tssss* pls don’t take me seriously) hedwig stalked them down, pushed them and taunted them for failing their presentation. it’s another show, one to hide his insecurity about his grade and to make aeri/jihyun seem less because they didn’t get as big of a reaction. hedwig mocked them saying he saw the prof giving a b- (but like would anyone believe him?) aeri also said (in ep3) that their professor was known for giving low grades even though it’s only a liberal arts class but like can anyone blame the man when the presentations are like that?

oh, but the joke's on hedwig bc jihyun didn’t care if they got a b-. he was not shaken by empty words someone said (they still didn’t know their final grades at this point) but even if they did get a b-, jihyun and aeri did their best, and they know that for a fact and that’s what matters. seeing jihyun’s flippant attitude to the provocation, hedwig was kinda blindsided, so tried to switch lanes but by that point, it was too late. so he played the victim (when he was the one who aggressively started the whole fight) yelling after them, kim jihyun you’ve changed (but like what did he expect???)

Werner du Plessis cited Hedwig and the angry inch as his favourite film. i have not seen it but that explains why they used that film. my problem mainly lies with aeri’s halloween costume comment followed by the walk down to Itaewon comment :///

i rambled A LOT and idk if any of it helps but thanks for the kind words and your interest in my opinion, i am but a simple farmer weeding through drama episodes and their layers

[someonetooksendnoodles]

children of anguish and anarchy rambles and convoluted thoughts bc i have a lot of them that need to get out of my brain. indulge me if you so desire and beware of spoilers below

CAA really said yeah Zélie bound everyone’s life forces together in CVV and instead of making that relevant again we are instead going to completely erase one of the bound life forces and then never talk about it again

#justiceforroën like he really just disappeared. never to be seen again. i was really hoping with the expansion of worlds that we would be able to get a glimpse into the world he left behind and have that be an issue the group dealt with but instead he just *poofed* out of existence

also i am 10000% on the Amari is queer train and also think the potential for Zélie and Amari ships are *chefs kiss X1000000* and maybe it’s just me but with all the betrayal between Tzain and Amari AND Zélie, i would be more ok with Amari being more explicitly queer in this book and moving on from Tzain if it meant they could talk it out bc it just doesn’t feel right for them to not. but hey they spent the majority of the book fighting for theo lives and amani was the only one with truly any downtime so it’s no surprise she’s the only one that was somewhat able to grow and whatnot.

fun fact: for the ending of CVV i really thought inan betrayed zélie again and remember being so so so distraught at the way his character was just decimated like that. happy i was wrong on that regard, but i think his journey this book was the most compelling and interesting actually and had me being the most invested. important addition: i haven’t actually finished the book yet but i got to a point mentally where i needed to i wasn’t alone in my mild (potentially moderate) disappointment in the book overall (i do know about the sacrifice btw but i haven’t formed feelings yet)

ya idk happy amari is more explicitly queer and we got more fantastic world building and fight sequences, but i think overall CAA wasn’t what i was expecting for both better and for worse 🤷

[play-rough]

8, 21, 22, & 25 for Dazai and Chuuya 🥹💕

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8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Dazai- god i feel like I’m so picky about Dazai characterizations and it’s so hard to describe sometimes I’ll just be like NO THATS WRONG‼️ but I guess one thing is when Dazai mentoring ryunosuke is just boiled down to a black and white situation where Dazai was soooo abusive to poor ryu (and i feel like this is a disservice to akutagawas character too), but Iike you have a child raised in a strict mafia environment and then you give that unstable child control over *another child* it’s not gonna go well, and i don’t personally blame either of the children in that scenario 🙄 idk BSD just has a lot of complex situations and I feel like they’re not always handled as such 😌🩵 Wtf this morally grey character is making problematic choices??? Cancel him🚫

Chuuya- when he’s just angry shouty guy who yells and shouts, sometimes I feel like I’m looking at a bad bakugo parody 😭

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

Ummm for Dazai i like making him break down and cry and forcing him to admit he needs help or attention 🥺👉👈 or sick or just any kind of general vulnerability, and flip side for Chuuya, I love forcing him to admit he’s worried about Dazai or cares about him. My favorite part of Chuuya’s character is that he’s a genuinely nice person, Dazai is just so annoying and pushes his buttons, so I love showing off Chuuya’s softer side and highlighting his protective and caring nature. That scene where chuuya watches Dazai get slammed into a tree by lovecraft x1000000❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

For both of them like I said above im so picky and if you make them one dimensional or even if the vibes are bad I’ll just be like NO THATS WRONG‼️ and close the fic

Something i *like* is pretty much my same answer for 21 ajdhhfhdjs I really only write about what I like reading about so I’m a sucker for vulnerable Dazai and sappy Chuuya BUT for a more specific, ridiculous, self indulgent answer i like when Dazai is written regressed 🥹🩵 or even if he’s baby, just in energy 🥺🩵 Dazai is baby and should be written as such

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impressions of Dazai was i don’t even remember him, I read the first bsd book at the library when I was in middle/high school (don’t remember exactly when) and was like eh. Boring. I think it didn’t help that they didn’t have all the books so it was like volume one, three, five, prime numbers only. I think I read soul eater instead lmao. Flash forward to college I had seen bsd characters and i liked the designs, and i had figured chuuya would be my favorite bc he kinda reminded me a bit of Karkat from homestuck (a dear fave of mine at one point) in that angry but actually sweet and kindhearted kinda way.

I was still eh whatever about Dazai, which is crazy because I’ve seen him compared to both Gojo and Reigen in the silly mentor who lost the kids he’s custody of kinda way, and those two are some more faves of mine. Tbh i didn’t solidify him as my fave until we learned of his tragic past because my OTHER favorite kind of character is a rude little bastard, and i was shown the light. Dazai Osamu has the range. He’s like a two for one, which I’m pretty sure he’s a Gemini??? I’m not gonna google and confirm just trust me i think he’s a Gemini ♊️

Impressions now obviously Dazai is my babygirl, my soaking wet cat, my poor pathetic meow meow who has both never done anything wrong and also committed so many war crimes. Chuuya I knew i would like him and I do lmao, close second from Dazai. I think Dazai is pretty much my ultimate fave character of all time…

[mageofseven]

Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 6

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

Barb eventually brought in some soup for his pregnant boyfriend. Nothing has been in the Avatar of Greed's stomach for fives days; this paired with the general nausea from being pregnant led the butler to start with something light for his boyfriend's sensitive stomach.

The men talked as Mammon ate. Apparently Lucifer has visited him quite a bit while he was unconscious.

Mammon had mixed feelings on this; it was honestly a relief to hear that despite everything happening and everything that his brother said that Lucifer still cared to check on him. The oldest still loves and worries greatly for him, despite all of the problems Mammon caused...

At the same time, it upset the younger brother, making him feel like he only caused more problems for Lucifer because of his health right now...

Barb began to carry the tray of dishes to the door, only for the door to open without his hands.

Lucifer came in, here to check on his brother as always.

When he noticed his younger brother awake in the bed, he rushed to his side and pulled him into a hug; the Avatar of Pride threw his normal composure out the window in his worry for his little brother.

Mammon hugged back just as tightly; he loved his big brother's hugs. Now if he just didn't have to be pregnant and malnourished just to get one...

Eventually, Lucifer pulled back and laid a gloved hand on his brother's cheek.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

"I mean, pretty okay." Mammon shrugged. "Better since Barb got me some food."

It was only then that the pregnant man realized his boyfriend was gone. Barbatos must have went to bring the dishes to the kitchen and give the brothers their alone time.

"This is my fault; I should have made sure you were eating during the days you never came to dinner." He spoke with annoyance, but it was aimed at himself.

One thing to know about Lucifer is that what crap he gives he gives Mammon for doing something wrong, he gives x1000000 more to himself.

For the Avatar of Pride, every problem or mistake any of his brothers make is also his own; a failure to look after them properly.

This is part of the problem with this relationship though; Lucifer sees his brother as a child because he has never forced the younger man to take accountability like an adult.

In Lucifer's mind, it's always his own fault when his brothers screw up and that pain he inflicts on himself from the ordeal causes him to be harder on his brothers when something goes wrong; especially with Mammon.

"Nah...it was all me." Mammon wrapped his arms around around his belly as he spoke. "With everythin' goin' on...I couldn' really bring myself to eat..."

"Which is why I should I have been there to make sure you did." He brother stressed.

Granted, some of this was said with hindsight as a major factor. Lucifer didn't know his little brother was pregnant then; hell, he didn't even know his brother had the ability to get pregnant.

Like always, Lucifer is beating himself up for not knowing such important things. The pride demon had known his brother was acting strange for a while now, but never truly dug into it till recently.

Maybe...maybe his brother would be in a better state if he had and the thought killed the oldest.

Silence laid between the brothers after that.

Mammon bit his lip, but let himself say what was on his mind.

"I...I think I'm gonna keep the kid." He told his brother, arms hugging his belly protectively. "I know I gotta get my shit together n' stuff. I just...I don't think I can get rid of this kid after all."

Maybe it would have been better to tell his boyfriend this decision before telling his brother, but in truth, it was in this conversation with Lucifer that spurred his answer; he wanted to be a better person, both for the kid growing in him and for the anxiety-ridden brother in front of him.

Lucifer pursed his lips.

"Mammon," He spoke carefully. "Raising a child is a lot of responsibility and I don't believe you're quite ready for it."

The second brother tensed.

"I-I know that! I just...Imma try to get myself in a better place for them, ya know?"

Lucifer frowned.

"I think it would be better for you to look into other options--"

"Hell no!" Mammon blocked the view of his stomach with a pillow, as if that would protect his baby from the oldest's words.

"I'm not necessarily saying you should get the procedure." Luce assured. "I'm sure there are demons out there who would love this child dearly--"

Barbatos stepped back into the room during this scene.

His heart heart ached at the fear he saw in his birdie's eyes.

Lucifer sighed.

"Barbatos, please talk some sense into him. Surely you see my brother isn't ready for a child."

Barb pursed his lips before approaching the two men.

"I find you pressuring my little bird into getting rid of our child," Barbatos began, voice controlled but still somehow intense. "And your response to my presence is to ask for my assistance?"

Lucifer pressed his lips together, realizing his error but unsure how to fix it.

The oldest brother stood up, eyes revealing his guilt.

"I apologize. That was very...insensitive of me."

Barbatos took a deep breath.

"Get out." His voice was low as he spoke so unprofessionally for the first time in hundreds of years. "Leave my little bird's presence now before I lose myself with you."

Understanding the severity of the situation, Lucifer left without protest, leaving the couple alone in the room once more.

"B...Barb?"

The butler ignored his love in favor of focusing on his breathing. Deep breath in. Hold. Out. And repeat; he refused to utter a word to his boyfriend till he has calmed to a safer degree, one more befitting of speaking to the sensitive man.

After a minute of this, Barbatos slid into bed next to his boyfriend and held him in a tight embrace.

Finally, his deep green orbs met Mammon's blue ones.

"I am sorry for leaving you with him, birdie." His tone was soft with his love. "I apparently thought higher of him than I should have."

[guiltyasdave]

congrats x1000000 on 1.5k followers!!! that’s incredible 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i would love to participate in your challenge. so may i please do 13, & joel miller? thank you!!!

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thank you so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻

of course you can! #13 is kissing in the rain <3

[undertale-writing-times]

If it's not too much, could I get your whole emoji ask list for the murder trio?

There are so many haha.

😨 - Is there anything other people can do to help your oc with calming their nerves?

Axe: Play some soft music, get him something to eat, and don't try to touch him.

Killer: depends! Sometimes giving him a hug would help while other times it could be dangerous to try to do that... most of the time just being around would help him if you're a friend.

Dusty: Just leave him alone, honestly... he needs to relax and calm down. Though you can give him his weighted blanket! It helps him relax and put on his headphones. It blocks out all sounds. After that, it might help him relax.

🔐 - What is your oc like as a roommate?

Axe: Awesome! As long as you take care of your stuff, he'll take care of his. He makes food for the house sometimes and always cleans up after himself. You just have to deal with him taking up quite a bit of space cause he's a big boy.

Killer: Annoying lol. He spends too much time bugging you and sometimes doesn't clean up after himself. Would do the dishes but only if you ask him and he's way too loud.

Dusty: Pretty good. He keeps mostly to himself, won't bug you if you don't bug him… might not even be around all that much.

🐩 - What is your oc's least favorite animal?

Axe: He doesn't like those small yippy dogs. They make him annoyed.

Killer: Weirdly I think he doesn't like goldfish. Doesn't trust them.

Dusty: hamsters. One bit him once.

⏱- How easily does your oc give up?

Axe: Not at all! He normally tries his best to keep pushing forward but if the work isn't worth the prize, he won't do it.

Killer: Depends on if it's funnier to give up or not. Normally, he won't though.

Dusty: It really depends. Sometimes he'll give up if it isn't worth the work.

🎈- What makes your oc laugh?

Axe: Dark humor. He loves dark humor, it's amazing and almost always makes him laugh.

Killer: seeing people falling over. He thinks it's amusing.

Dusty: Cat videos.

😶- Does your oc get lonely easily? What do they do when they’re feeling lonely?

Axe: He does! Normally he would spend time with Noodle or go to spend time with Killer and Dusty. Normally Killer, though. Killer is loud but sometimes when Axe is lonely, that's the best thing he needs.

Killer: Oh bro he is like a dog X1000000 normally if he gets lonely, he'll go and bug Nightmare. If Nightmare kicks him out, he'll go and bug the others.

Dusty: He does get lonely, but he normally doesn't do anything to try to change it.

🔔 - Does your oc sing in the shower?

Axe: He does not. Normally he doesn't even take showers, he takes baths cause showers cause water to get into his skull and it feels weird.

Killer: If you can call what he does in the shower singing, yes.

Dusty: Not really, no.

👄 - What is your oc's least favorite food?

Axe: Least favorite?

Killer: Olives >:(

Dusty: He doesn't like tomatoes or anything with that fake coffee flavoring.

⏯- Does your oc believe in happy endings?

No :)

⚔ - Is your oc bothered by the sight of blood?

Again, no lol. (Axe will be a bit bothered if it's from someone he likes)

🌟- Does your oc like to let sunlight in or do they prefer to keep the curtains closed?

Axe: Shockingly, he loves the feeling of the sun. He sometimes lays on the ground to just feel the sun on him haha.

Killer: ehhh 50/50

Dusty: He would rather keep the curtains closed… the sun hurts his eyes.

❣ - How does your oc react to being told that they're loved by a loved one?

Axe: He would be shocked, then smile and start to purr. He was very happy to hear that!

Killer: "Ha! Thanks" It did mean a bit to him but he's gonna tease you about it.

Dusty: He doesn't respond at first, seeming to think before getting a small smile "thanks..." he mumbles.

😴 - What are your oc’s dreams about?

Axe: Sometimes he has nightmares about being back in the underground, other times he dreams about hanging out with Corn and helping him on the farm. Most of the time though, he has no dreams.

Killer: His dreams are always just blackness. He's floating in it, not able to go anywhere even if he moves.

Dusty: He doesn't wanna talk about it.

🌖 - Does your oc have any secrets? Why do they keep it a secret? Does anyone else know about their secrets?

Axe: Hmm... I feel like he doesn't really keep secrets. He sees no reason in it(if he has a secret, he forgot about it)

Killer: Haha! Wouldn't you want to know weather boy >:)

Dusty: He keeps a lot of things to himself. He thinks it's better that way.

💓- is your oc afraid of death?

To all of them, no. They all know that they will die soon.

💬- Does your oc swear? How vulgar is their swearing?

Axe: Normally if he does curse, it's just like shit or crap. Nothing too big.

Killer: He screams FUCK randomly just because he finds everyone's reactions funny.

Dusty: Hmmm you know, I can't see him cursing for some reason?

💧 - Does your oc know how to swim, and do they enjoy it?

Axe: No, he doesn't, and he doesn't want to learn either. He would just sink most likely because of his low magic levels and a few other things. Plus, you know, the whole hole in his skull.

Killer: He does know how to, but doesn't really like to swim all that much.

Dusty: He knows how to, just doesn't wanna.

💐 - What is your oc’s alignment? How does this show in their behavior?

Axe: Weirdly lawful neutral? He believes in his own rules and follows them. He never ate a human, he helped people when he could.

Killer: I think Chaotic Evil? Everything he does, he does because he was told to but also because he finds it fun! Though I could be wrong and maybe chaotic neutral.

Dusty: Weirdly maybe true neutral

✋ - How forgiving is your oc? Do they hold grudges?

Axe: Yes, he does. He does not forgive very easily and it's hard for him to forgive someone if they hurt him on purpose.

Killer: He's not way too forgiving but he doesn't hold grudges that long.

Dusty: The most grudge-holding one in the whole damn place. You step on his shoe? He'll step on your grave.

😣- Does your oc like being taken care of? Do they allow people near them when they’re injured?

Axe: He does like to be taken care of, but he would only allow a certain few near him if he gets hurt. Shockingly only really Nightmare and Noodle. Killer and Dusty are very close but he would still growl at them.

Killer: He loves to be taken care of! He would most likely make his injury sound worse just so he could have more attention.

Dusty: he likes to be taken care of, just won't act like it. If he's hurt though, he wouldn't want anyone near him.

🌆 - Is your oc a light or a heavy sleeper?

Axe: Heavy sleeper when he feels safe, very light sleeper if he doesn't

Killer: Eh half half.

Dusty: VERY light sleeper.

👊 - Does your oc have any bad habits, and if so, why? Is it possible for them to stop?

Axe: He scratches at the hole in his skull and hooks his fingers in his socket a lot. It's damaging to his skull, but also sometimes he would still go a long time between eating because he doesn't want to 'waste' the food.

Killer: He sometimes hurts himself just to feel something. He has stopped doing that though, he only does it rarely now.

Dusty: He scratches at himself a lot. It's why they have to keep his finger points filed down.

🌄- What’s the longest time your oc has gone with no sleep?

Axe: One time he went 4 days but then he fell asleep for like 2 and Noodle got mad at him.

Killer: the longest he stayed awake was for a week and that was when nightmare first got him and didn't realize that he needed to sleep. He stayed up then passed out.

Dusty: At least 3 days.

🎤 - What would your oc’s theme song be?

Axe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6DuWvmyqzY

Killer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8hURaX54GA

Dusty: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y7bcbTgE5o

🍮 - What would your oc get as a midnight snack?

Axe: Most likely a ham sandwich.

Killer: Yogurt and bananas!

Dusty: string cheeses…

😞 - What is your oc like when they’re incredibly tired?

Axe: Sluggish. He would walk into walls and sometimes just lay down anywhere that he thinks is comfortable enough to sleep. There has been times where Killer laid on top of him since he fell asleep on the floor.

Killer: No change, but he will just pass out randomly. No warning.

Dusty: Do you think he was snappy before? He will glare hard enough to kill a weak monster.

[the-starry-seas]

a modern AU with clones would be a great setup for "dad had a secret family" x1000000