#yup i tried to draw something new again

[millany]

Vending machine

[nanamincreampie]

The CEO’s Hidden Flower: Part 2 (part 1)

The offices of Sukuna Enterprises thrived on efficiency, precision, and intimidation. Every employee knew their place, their role, and above all else, the iron-fisted authority of their CEO, Ryomen Sukuna.

No one slacked off. No one dared to waste time.

But today?

Work had come to a complete standstill.

It started the moment she walked through the glass doors again, the woman who had sent shockwaves through the company just months ago, stunning everyone with her warm demeanor, effortless beauty, and most shocking of all her identity as Sukuna’s wife.

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

“Hi again!” she greeted cheerfully, shifting the soft pink baby sling around her shoulders, adjusting the tiny bundle nestled against her chest. “I’m just dropping off my husband’s lunch. He forgot it this morning.”

The receptionist, who had barely survived the Great Muffin Incident of two months ago, nearly fell out of her chair.

“H-Hold on… wait… You already—? You had the baby!?”

She laughed, gently swaying on her feet as if soothing the sleeping infant. “I sure did! Two months ago, actually. She’s been keeping us very busy.”

The woman’s voice, warm and honey-sweet, carried through the office like a breeze, drawing attention immediately.

Heads turned.

People whispered.

The employees who had witnessed her first visit froze at their desks, their jaws going slack as they registered the tiny baby strapped securely against her.

One of the junior associates nearly dropped his coffee.

“Wait. Wait. Wait. That’s— That’s his—? He’s actually a dad?!”

“Holy shit, I thought we were still in the pregnancy arc!”

“I thought we had time!”

“She just—just casually walked in here with his baby like it’s nothing—”

More and more people abandoned their work, curiosity outweighing their fear of their terrifying boss. They inched closer, whispering in disbelief.

Finally, someone from HR, probably the most fearless among them stepped forward hesitantly.

“Oh my God… She’s already here?”

The new mother beamed and adjusted the baby sling, brushing a delicate hand over her daughter’s back. “Mhmm. She came a little early, but she’s happy and healthy.”

A woman from the finance department gasped dramatically. “So that’s why Sukuna took a leave of absence! I thought he was handling some shady underground business deal or something!”

Sukuna’s wife chuckled. “No shady deals this time. He was home with me and our baby.”

The entire floor processed that information at once.

Sukuna. Their Sukuna. The ruthless, cutthroat businessman. The terror of the corporate world.

Had taken paternity leave.

People were struggling.

One of the interns, a nervous young man, cleared his throat, staring at the sleeping infant in absolute awe. “U-Um… Would it be okay if we… got a peek at her?”

“Of course! Just be quiet. She’s sleeping,” she whispered as she carefully pulled back the fabric of the sling.

The moment they saw her, a wave of soft gasps filled the space.

The baby, tiny, peaceful, her little fists curled against her mother’s chest—had a full head of soft, rosy-pink hair.

Just like him.

“Yup. That’s his kid,” someone whispered in awe.

“She has his hair. Oh my God.”

“I— I never thought I’d say this, but I think I want to see Sukuna holding a baby now.”

The receptionist clutched her heart. “She’s so precious. What’s her name?”

The new mother smiled, running a finger over her daughter’s tiny fingers. “Her name is d/n.”

The group collectively melted.

“d/n,” one whispered, as if testing it out. “It suits her. It’s… delicate.”

“Unlike her father,” someone snorted.

The growing crowd around her had become so engrossed in the moment that they failed to notice a hazardous presence approaching.

“Why the hell is nobody working?”

The deep, thunderous voice sent chills through the air.

Like a spell had been broken, people scattered, employees darted back to their desks, some fumbled with their papers, and others tried to act like they hadn’t just been seconds away from cooing over a baby.

But his wife?

She simply brightened at the sight of him.

“Ryo!” she chirped happily, lifting the lunch bag in her hand. “I brought your food! You forgot it this morning.”

Sukuna’s sharp crimson eyes flickered to the bag, then back to her. His gaze softened, just a fraction, as he took in the sight of his wife holding their daughter.

A long sigh left him as he dragged a hand through his hair.

“Flower, you really shouldn’t be carrying her around like this. You just had her.”

She pouted, adjusting d/n's sling. “I’m fine! Besides, I wanted to get out of the house for a bit.”

“You could’ve sent a driver.”

She huffed, placing a hand on her hip. “And miss the chance to see you?”

He narrowed his eyes, but the twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement.

One of the braver employees coughed awkwardly. “Um, congratulations… sir?”

Sukuna barely spared him a glance. “Took you all long enough to figure it out.”

The employees collectively held their breath as their boss turned his attention back to his wife.

Then, in a move that should have been impossible, Sukuna, the merciless CEO, the demon of the corporate world, leaned down and kissed her forehead.

The office shattered.

Someone nearly fainted.

Another grabbed onto the nearest desk for support.

A senior associate actually whispered, “No fucking way.”

If the first visit had been a shock, this was earth-shattering.

Sukuna, completely unfazed by the chaos, exhaled and ran a hand down his wife’s back. “Come on. Let’s go to my office.”

She giggled, letting him lead her away, but not before turning back to the stunned employees. “It was nice seeing you all again! I’ll bring cookies next time!”

And just like that, they were gone.

What followed could only be described as pandemonium.

“HE KISSED HER.”

“He called her Flower......again!”

“Did you see the way he looked at the baby?”

“This man is whipped. He’s actually in love.”

For the entire week, nothing else mattered in the office. The legend of Mrs. Sukuna had only grown more, cementing her place as the most fascinating, most talked-about mystery in the company’s history.

And Sukuna?

He didn’t bother addressing the rumors.

Because at the end of the day, there was only one thing he cared about, his wife, his daughter, and making sure they had everything they ever wanted.

Even if it meant tolerating the absolute chaos she left in her wake.

Tag list : @totallygyomeiswife @slushycoookie

[moonstruckme]

Mae, you are the loveliest human and I am so happy for you! Congratulations on 8k, that’s incredible! For your holiday party, I was thinking hot cocoa + tasm!Peter + fuzzy socks from the first prompt list. I’m ready for everything cosy!

Thank you my lovely!!

cw: Peter is a tad insufferable (but it's okay he's cute and he loves us)

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 590 words

There’s a schwick, and your twirling is interrupted. Peter pulls you to him by the side of your hip. 

“Hey,” you laugh, admittedly far from unhappy to be caged in his arms. 

Peter draws a hand up your back to cup your face. His fingers smell like the basil and garlic he’s been chopping. “You are going,” he says, slow and enunciated, “to break your butt.” 

You laugh again, setting your hands on his chest with no intention of pushing him away. “I am not.” 

“You’ve fallen no less than seven times since you put those things on.” 

“That is so not true!” you protest, dodging when he tries to shut you up by kissing you. “You can’t just throw random numbers out there and expect me to agree.” 

“Fine,” Peter capitulates. “But it’s definitely been at least three.” 

“There’s a big difference between three and seven, Parker.” 

“It’s not gonna feel so big when you fall and break your butt.” 

“So let me get this straight,” you say. It’s a battle to stay focussed with Peter’s palm rubbing a slow back-and-forth across the exposed slice of skin between your t-shirt and your pajama shorts, but the knowledge that he’s almost definitely doing it on purpose makes you competitive. “You can dangle off the sides of buildings and get shot at by criminals, but I can’t slide around my own home?” 

“Yup, exactly.” Peter pecks you on the lips. “I knew you’d get it, baby. You’re so smart.” 

You back up when he tries for another. “Doesn’t seem fair.” 

“Well, you know what they say about life…” 

“Dick,” you laugh, pushing off of his chest and going back to the dishrack you were unloading. “I’m just trying to enjoy the new socks my boyfriend got me. You might remember him, he’s the cool, chill one.” 

“Yeah, I hate that guy.” Peter watches as you spin a stack of plates towards the cupboard just to irk him, but he doesn’t stop you. There appears to be a tug on the corners of his mouth. “He knew he should have gotten you the ones with the grippy bottoms.” 

“Maybe if he were less cool and chill,” you allow, grabbing a few mugs out of the dishrack, “but I like the ones he got me. They’re soft, and cozy, and perfect for—” 

You overshoot the cupboard you were aiming for, throwing yourself off balance in your attempt to stop. Your socks slip on the smooth floor, but Peter’s there just as quickly, one arm banded around your waist and the other hand catching the two mugs you’ve dropped. 

“Huh,” he says, musing. “That could have been bad, right? I knew you were gonna break something of yours, but I didn’t really think you’d be taking the dishes with you.” 

You try to stand, but you’re too low to the floor, your socks only sliding underneath you. Your face feels warm, not so much from defeat as from Peter’s proximity, the smug gleam in his eyes. 

“What do you say?” he asks. 

“Thank you.” 

His smile blooms. “You’re welcome. And?” 

You look away from his face, huffing. “Sorry.” 

“Ooh, very nice, but not quite what we were looking for. Wanna try again?” 

You glare up at him. “Really?” 

Peter’s eyes crinkle, affection mingling with his amusement. “Really, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes. “You were right.” 

“Attagirl.” Peter pulls you upright, and his mouth finds yours with laughter already in it, kissing you sweetly despite his teasing. “My smart girl, I knew you’d get it.”

[howlingday]

Remember the chaquetrix post? Can we get an au were Jaune gets it.

If so heres a start like penny's mine could be uploaded into it making penny the human summon and real girl, plus this way she can be saved by calling her back.

Jaune 10-C AU

Hey there! The name's Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it. And in case you were wondering, yes, I've tested this and yes, the ladies do, in fact, love it. Or, at least, Penny does.

Who's Penny? She's the girl who lives in my watch. Or, well, kind of.

Let me start from the beginning. A while back, one summer ago, I was helping out at my family farm when a shooting star passed through the sky. I was out in the field stargazing when it happened, and I was also out in the field when it landed in the field! I checked it out and inside was a metal capsule, and inside was a note and weird looking watch.

I reached down to check out the watch when it jumped onto my arm and stuck into me! I freaked out and tried everything I could to get it off! Eventually, after realizing it was stuck to me, I was able to calm down... after about another five minutes of freaking out. When that happened, I decided to fiddle around with it. It was stuck to my arm, so I might as well get it set the way I like, right?

Oh, but let me clarify something. This thing on my wrist isn't a watch. Apparently, it's an encyclopedia of every living, sentient species on Remnant and beyond. That's how I met Penny, who's the human registered inside. I twist the setting to her, slap it down, and in a flash of pinkish purplish light, Penny appears!

Now, you're probably what happened next. Well...

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"Sal-U-Tations~!"

"WAGH!" Jaune fell over, kicking away from the girl who suddenly appeared. "Wh-Who are you?!"

"I am Penny Polendina!" She greeted. "And what is your name?"

"Uh... Jaune?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Uhjaune!"

"What? No, no! It's just Jaune."

"Oh, excuse me, Justjaune."

"No, not-" Jaune let out a sigh. "Jaune. My name is Jaune."

"Oh..." She nodded. "Forgive me. This is my first time."

"First time... doing what?"

"Speaking with my husband."

Jaune blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Oh! Have I made another error? Forgive me."

Jaune felt like he was going to throw up. In less than an hour of stargazing, he's survived a meteor strike, had an alien device latch onto his arm, this weird girl arrives out of nowhere, and now she's calling him her husband. Yup. He was going to throw up now.

"There, there." Penny rubbed his back. "Understandably, this is a lot to take in."

"No kidding." Jaune spat out the last of the bile in his mouth. "So, uh... Where do we go from here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said I was your future husband, so what do we do now?"

"Oh! The answer is simple!"

"It is?"

"Yes!" She smiled. "We must repopulate our species."

Jaune's face paled. "I think I'm going to throw up again."

Before he had the chance to, though, a growl interrupted their conversation. The sudden arrival of Penny and the news she brought with her had filled Jaune with feelings of fear and anxiety from the start. It was only natural that the Grimm would draw closer on these negative emotions.

"We need to leave!" Jaune said, grabbing Penny by her wrist.

"Wait! But I-"

"No time to wait! We have to go!" Pulling on her wrist, he guided her from to the edge of the field, where a shed filled with tools that had gone unused until today. Once inside, he locked the door and looked around. Maybe there was something strong enough to at least wound the monsters long enough until help arrived. "Grab a weapon and stay behind me."

"You intend to fight the Grimm by yourself?" Penny asked. "That seems unwise."

"Well, I don't really have any other options." There was a scratching at the door, like a cat, but much larger and filled with slightly more hate. "But this many Grimm in one place shouldn't go unnoticed to the local huntsmen. Or Dad. Either way, we should be fine so long as they don't break in."

The door began to creak as gnashing teeth snapped in the crevice. Taking hold of a machete, Jaune slashed the rusty blade down onto the monster's muzzle. It gave a yipe and slipped away. Jaune felt pleased with himself, but only until a huge, black claw started flailing wildly in place of the wounded jaws. Jaune backed away, bumping into Penny.

"Sorry." He turned towards her, noticing a hatch in the ceiling. An idea began to brew. "I have an idea."

"As do I!"

"Okay, let's hear your plan." Jaune asked, hoping it was better.

"We fight!" It was not.

"Or," he held out his hands, "I can fight while you escape."

"But Jaune-"

"Penny, listen," he took her hands, "I know we only just met, but if you're really going to be my future wife, then that means I have to protect you. And if protecting you means I have to take some hits so you can go get some help, then I..." Jaune stopped for a moment. It was at this time he realized how heavy his words would carry. He was putting his life on the line for hers. He could very well die for this complete stranger. But somehow, he was alright with that. He gave a nod. "I give you my word, I will protect you."

"Jaune..."

"I'm going to escape through the roof and draw their attention." He pointed up. "When they're gone, you run for the house and get my dad. Call for any help you can once there. Just be safe, please."

She smiled. "You can count on me, Jaune."

"Good." He smiled back. "Here's hoping you can do the same."

Taking the ladder from the side, he climbed up to the hatch and cracked it open. The Grimm weren't on the roof, thankfully, so he could put his suicide mission into effect. Shutting the hatch and sliding down the backside of the shed, he ran out to the field.

"HEY! OVER HERE!" The Grimm snarled at him. "YEAH, I'M OVER HERE, GUYS! COME AND GET ME!" In a blink, they'd already covered half the distance. There must have been three of them lunging at him, all at once. Take a quick, last breath, he charged them with his machete.

Suddenly, one of them was sliced in half, giving a yelp as it faded into ash. Before either of the other two could react, another was stabbed in the head by a sword, pinning it to the ground as it, too, faded. It was at this moment that Penny landed in front of Jaune, wings extended from her back.

"Penny?!"

"I was trying to tell you, Jaune," she extended her hands with fingers splayed, "I am combat ready~!"

To say it was an even fight would be an understatement. With only one swipe of her left arm, the wing of blade came crashing down, slicing through the Grimm at different points and killing it six different ways before it finally fell to the ground.

"I..." Jaune panted, realizing he hadn't breathed since she arrived. "Wow... I... Just wow!"

Penny giggled. "I take it you are impressed?"

"Jaune?!" A familiar voice called.

"Dad?" Jaune looked over and saw his father running towards him. "Dad, over here!"

"Jaune, what on Remnant are you doing out here?!" He hurried to his son. "I thought we were under attack by bandits, or something!"

"Bandits?" Jaune raised his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Something broke through the window and stabbed into the couch!" Oh, so that's how Penny woke up his dad.

"I think that was Penny."

"Penny? Who's Penny?"

"Penny, she-" Jaune turned to find Penny was gone. He blinked in confusion. "She... She was right here."

"Jaune, are you feeling okay?" His father checked his head for injuries. "You didn't hurt yourself out here, did ya?"

"No, Dad, I'm fine."

"Oh, good." His father sighed, releasing his son... before flicking his forehead. "What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?!"

"I, uh-"

"You have any idea what you being dead would've done to this family?!"

"Dad, I-"

"Oh, you are so lucky your mother is still asleep right now!" He prodded his chest. "If she were out here, she'd-"

"She'd what, Jack?" The Arc men turned to see Jaune's mother standing in her nightgown, looking at them like they were bickering children. "Please, by all means, give me some ideas."

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"Sir, we've tracked the device's course and determined what planet it most likely crashed to." The servant displayed the world on a digital screen.

"Very well. Set a course for this... Remnant."

"As you command, Lord Vilgax."

[aychama]

I'm sorry if this is too personal but did you had/have any art trauma caused by art teachers in school? And by trauma I mean some aversion to try learning one thing, because art teacher was just a dick. I have something like that with shading and it still holds after 6 years as a adult and I want to break it, but I cannot force myself to try it again and this holds my proggres as a ,,artist" and that's make me smad. I'm sorry once again if this is too personal or too hard to answer

Yup I did! Tho idk if I can call it "trauma" tbh

Oop I kinda went on a rant sorry lol

I studied ceramics in uni but I did have nude art classes and classes that required detailed art projects.

Although most of my uni time was wasted thanks to covid, I did get harrassed by a few of my classmates and my teacher in my last year.

My classmate had said that my art level wasnt good enough to be in this uni and my teacher yelled at me in the middle of class for like a week or two because I refused his ideas for my projects (he had given me the ok on the design before he changed his mind 180 and started pointing and laughing at me with my classmates while i worked on my ceramic project)

I eventually had to give up resisting because I wanted to pass the class and let him do whatever he wanted. (He legit just put clay on top of my design, smoothed it out and that was it in fact here is the design he gave me the ok to, the middle of my project and the way he stopped me)

After this I basicly didnt do anything more for his class, minimum effort. My days in Uni weren't all bad thank god but I was extremely unmotivated.

After I graduated, I didnt really draw or create much until my love for drawing rekindled with Cult of The Lamb! I love this game and Narilamb too much lmao-

But as for something similar to your experience I would say that I used to play the bass and electro guitar in highschool and we had to perform one day which I chickened out from that resulted in the music teacher getting angry at me. I dont play the guitar anymore :/ But my love for music hasnt died and I am using my love for art diffrently!

I would say that even if certain experiences deviates you from some topics, branches of art or people, dont let it kill your whimsy and ideas. You can always try out diffrent things to find something fun like diffrent styles of drawing, shading or no shading, diffrent mediums like digital or traditional, new or old techniques, weird colors or designs. You can always try out whats popular to see if you like it or not as well. You can also consume a lot of art media, educational or entertainment.

There is so many creative things you can try out, you dont have to be stuck on the past and that one shading idea your teacher tried to teach you ır tried to force onto you. I think you can go back to it after trying out many diffrent things to see if it was the technique or the teacher that ruined it for you.

If it was the technique, there are many MANY diffrent ones that you can enjoy!

If it was the teacher, Im not a therapist so idk what would be the right thing to say but healing takes time, sometimes the things people say never leaves you and sometimes you forget it 5 minutes later. You are a person with the ability to change, learn and grow. The only thing that is in your way is your 'will'. If you are willing to change, even if takes a long time, you will change! But if you dont want to, then no one can force you.

Healing and moving on is hard but not impossible. Dont let an asshole teacher get in the way of your growth ❤️

[cynthiav06]

It's only in Percy Jackson Fandom where shipping anything other than the main couple seemingly warrants death sentence.

Every other fandom explores so many other ships as shipping between characters helps in finding out how far the depth of their relationship might go.

Personally, I have always loved the idea of what Perachel could have been if Rick had actually tried. Imagine:

Part 1

Percy staying up thinking about this mortal he accidentally ran his sword through; she looked furious and confused and long after its over he is left wondering if that's how his mother felt when she met his father. He wonders it ceaselessly at times.

Rachel living in fear of everything she sees, plagued by dreams and visions, and this guy who ran her through with a literal sword calling her a mortal and surprised she can even see the sword just straight up leaves, taking all the answers with him. Long after it's happened, all she's left with is a canvas filled with the sketches of a sea-green eyed guy.

Then fate connects them yet again because Percy needs her. It starts with his need to fulfill the quest and her need for answers, but the awe Percy must have felt at Rachel's courage through the whole quest despite the incessant quips from Annabeth. He is sorry then that he has dragged someone like her to her death and if that weren't enough they run into the Titan King and he knows that maybe he has doomed them all and Rachel, mortal and unreliable according to Annabeth , throws a hairbrush at the literal actual Kronos himself.

On the flip side, Rachel knows for sure that whatever happens with her visions she will always dream of the sea green eyed hero. The images are everywhere. Him fighting, him negotiating, leading, saving them so she draws and draws and hopes it stops.

It has been noted somewhere in the Fandom once that the only reason Rachel was attracted to Percy was because he introduced her to a whole new world as if that isn't reason enough, as if they need a reason. As if it's not happened before with The Sea God and the Queen among mortals.

It doesn't stop for either of them cause now Rachel knows there's a prophecy hanging over Percy's head, and Percy knows she will see its outcome. So they talk of anything but this, whatever they can because neither of them wants to see how it ends, for the world and for them.

Long before Blackjack crashes his hooves on Paul's Prius, he knows it's coming; the end of the world, and it's far too late to look back. He leaves Rachel there because he is never taking her on a mission again, Morpheus knows he has enough nightmares of something happening to her.

Rachel watches him leave as a prickling at the back of her head tells her one of them isn't returning and no matter how wrong it is, she wishes against all odds that it won't be him.

After that, Rachel has only her visions to keep her company. She has started seeing someone's past , it's not his, but if she tries hard enough, she sees him once or twice. She commits the visions to memory, immortalizing them in art.

Percy doesn't speak to her for a good while after that, not because he doesn't want to, he would do anything to speak to her instead of doing this but his life's already forfeit so he might as well save the world. But he doesn't need to speak to her; they talk best in their visions. When of present, they are always of her. He understands why he sees them, for it's necessary to know what she sees, for she can't tell him, but he's glad for the excuse of it. He gets to see her, and he stays sane.

Yup, she's certifiably insane when she gets in a helicopter to see him, but he needs to know.

He was quite prepared for it, his death and her possibly becoming the Oracle later on. He knew it would happen. He is glad in some part of him that he would die long before it comes to fruition, that he would die in a world where they were together.

It would be their shared tragedy, them fulfilling their destinies as he escapes the divine while she ties herself to them.

Rachel had prepared for the same. She could give up over men , she was certain she would never think of them again after Perseus Jackson dies; it would be her eternal mourning and if someone asks she might tell them that the Spirit of Delphi lost her favored hero to her own prophecy.

But Fate's far too cruel.

Rachel is euphoric. He won't die, HE WON'T DIE. He's NOT the hero. The implications don't set in until she is facing him in the Throne room of Olympus. She says the things she doesn't even mean so she can soften the blow. She sees the break in him in his eyes as they share a last glance instead of a last kiss.

It clicks for him after Luke dies a hero. The bittersweet pang of triumph and loss. Blackjack is gone, and she's taken him. He isn't nearly as furious over that as he is about what she is to do.

He doesn't know if the curse is broken for sure, and he definitely doesn't want her to be the test run. Does she not know visions of her ending up like May Castellan are what breaks him in his worst nightmares.

He is the one who sees her take the oath, as she breaks what's left of them. A moment before all things come crashing down, she looks at him, and he looks back. The Oracle of Delphi and The Savior of Olympus have roles to play and loving the other isn't written in fates or destiny but they share one last vision of a perfect kiss as they resign themselves to their fate for the rest of their life; Their destinies forever entwined but never joined.

....Part 2 pending

(Also going to write headcanons of just perachel things and there are many so wait up)

[ry-ya05]

analyzing mizuki using a picture book (kinda... + more)

resource is from the worldlink event, specifically mizuki's chapter part 2

In a certain place, there was a female bunny. The female bunny lived happily with her mother and father rabbit. The female bunny was very kind. She felt happy when someone smiled at her, and she always did her best to help others. When her mother and father rabbit were happy, it made her happy too, so she always gave her all. When her mother asked her to clean, she worked hard until everything sparkled. When her father asked her to run an errand, she would hop along with the basket and hurry to the store. She was told that if she studied hard, they would be even happier, so she did her best with that too. And so, the bunny learned to do many things. However– As she tried her best, the bunny became tired. Despite that, the bunny wanted everyone to be happy. She kept trying her best, but– She ended up not knowing why she was trying so hard or what she really wanted to do. Even though she was tired and in pain, she continued to do her best for everyone’s sake. But the more she tried, the colder her heart became. Little by little, she found it harder to move. At that moment, the dog, hedgehog, and cat came to help the bunny. The dog gave her warm music. The hedgehog gave her a drawing of the bunny moving forward while feeling lost. The cat gave her kind words. Thanks to the dog’s music, the bunny was able to open her eyes again. Thanks to the hedgehog’s drawing, the bunny could face forward. Thanks to the cat’s words, the bunny was able to hop out of her current situation. Though it was sad, lonely, and very painful, the bunny was able to protect what she wanted to protect because everyone was there for her. And so, the bunny Mizuki: And then it just stops there?

obviously, mafuyu represents the bunny (associated with new beginnings), kanade represents the dog (associated with loyalty and companionship), ena represents the hedgehog (symbol of self-protection; overcoming your challenges and finding your true purpose), and mizuki represent the cat

according to google, cats are associated with independence, freedom, and mystery. feminine energy too, coming from quora.

obviously this may be wrong and there's another symbolism behind the cat (like running away) since this isn't the first time mizuki has been associated with cats. her 4th comm is literally called KITTY, and that event was her telling mafuyu that it was okay to run away. WHICH IS REFERENCED IN THE PICTURE BOOK, "the cat gave her kind words"

and what's her newest card in jpsekai when im writing this? yup, ITS CONNECTED TO CATS.

do you see it guys. DO YOU SEE WHAT IM SEEING

anyways time for the dialogue

Mizuki: Huh! So this is the new place that appeared in the Sekai This is… a lake, right? Meiko: Looks like it. Mizuki: Hmm… it seems to stretch pretty far. I wonder if there’s something on the other side? Meiko: Who knows? I have no idea. Mizuki: Come on, at least think about it with me! Meiko: …Anyway, weren’t you looking for Rin? Mizuki: Oh, right! Um–

Mizuki: Yay! Let me join in! ♪ Hmm, hmm… ‘In a certain place, there was a female bunny. The female bunny lived happily with her mother and father rabbit.’ Isn’t that cute? I want to see this bunny in motion on a film! Miku: I’d like to see that too. Mizuki: Oh, then I’ll make it! We can have Ena do the illustrations. Rin: Aren’t you going to read the rest? Mizuki: Oh, right! Um–

im going crazy by analyzing this, but this symbolizes (?) how mizuki wants to distract herself from her original goals or something something. she forgot she wanted to talk to rin (she didnt even go along with what she originally planned to do with rin) and got distracted from the story

this represents mizuki stalling herself from telling ena her secret

Mizuki: ‘Despite that, the bunny wanted everyone to be happy. She kept trying her best, but– She ended up not knowing why she was trying so hard or what she really wanted to do. Even though she was tired and in pain, she continued to do her best for everyone’s sake. But the more she tried, the colder her heart became. Little by little, she found it harder to move.’ …Mafuyu... Rin: Ah… Mizuki, the next part… Mizuki: Eh? Miku: –‘At that moment, the dog, hedgehog, and cat came to help the bunny.’

im afraid i have gone far too deep into this rabbit hole (pun indented) because i see that this resembles mizuki being stuck in her past/only focusing on the bad experiences

she focused on the bunny's problems that rin and miku had to continue her attention to the next line: "the dog, hedgehog, and cat came to help"

similarly, mizuki's chained to her past experiences of bullying that she can't move forward and tell her secret; mizuki believes she doesn't have a good future if she tells it to them

and that's it!

tl;dr :: mizuki's associated with cats, she stalls herself from telling her secret since she's experienced bullying because of it

[gofancyninjaworld]

Manga Chapters 197-199 Review

Random fact: do you know that the default sound an ocelot makes is a growl? It’s true: while they can make other noises, happy or sad, they’re generally to be found growling. 

I mention this because it reminds me of the default sound a Village Ninja makes: I’ll kill you. 

Summary

“I’ll kill you” (affectionate)

So, where were we? Oh yes, on top of the Hero Association building, watching the devastation from Void’s attack on it settle. Random inter-dimensional slashes definitely call for some explanation, and happily, Blast is all too happy to provide. So we open chapter 197 with a flashback. 

Picture, if you will, Saitama punching Cosmic Garou in the face all over again. Garou goes flying in a neat parabola of pain and confusion as before, only this time, we’re watching him from a viewpoint much lower to the ground so we can see up and behind Saitama to see Blast watching in pure astonishment. Blast explains that he’d been trying to be useful by rerouting the cosmic radiation from Garou off into another dimension. However, as Garou gets on his knees and writhes in pain as Divine Power vomits out of him, Blast realises that power is being actively gobbled up… by something on the other side of the dimensional hole he’d opened up. Blast went to accost the figure, finding it to be the half-starved, mangy, barely-human figure of the guy he’d once called partner, Empty Void.  He tried to stop him, but Void had enough of a meal to plump up and adroitly escape, leaving Blast with only mocking laughter coming from everywhere and nowhere. 

Ah, what a touching reunion. Not.

We pop back into the present to see an increasingly shaken Flash asking for more information about Void? Yup, he’s gotten much stronger, Blast confirmed. Yup, he can move between dimensions. Yup, this is a power of God’s: if you get it, stuff like time, distance, size, and effort become meaningless, depending on how skillful you are. As Blast relays all this, Flash gets why finding the cubes has been such a priority for Blast and thinks how hopeless any attempt to contend (NB Vib: contend, not compete!) with an enemy like Void. Even as Blast swears he won’t let Void escape again, gloom settles on the ninja. 

One of the orderlies comes up to them to bring word of an emergency elsewhere that needs Sicchi’s attention, something Sicchi is only too glad to attend to! Maybe this is a little more comprehensible. She also brings Flashy Flash a letter from Sonic. In it, Sonic lets Flashy Flash know that That Man is awake and has Flashy Flash in his sights, and to meet him (Sonic) in their special place. 

Undesirable relationships

Ah, a perfect opportunity to fight That Man. Flashy Flash misdirects Blast to the address printed on the envelope. Saitama decides that since Blast seems confident, he’s not needed and he and Manako will go lay waste to some curry udon. 

The meeting then breaks up, with Flashy Flash heading very much away from the city.  Deep into the mountains he goes, reminiscing about the plans he and Sonic had once had. Dreams of setting up a new village, one that acted as a refuge for orphaned boys to truly become themselves rather than being brutally enslaved and forced to become assassins. Sonic had even brought a map to point out where he envisaged setting it up…

…and the place is now a dump. Speed o’ Sound Sonic is waiting for him there. Sonic explains that a few years ago, a road had opened up, and far from prying eyes, this once-beautiful mountain had been turned into an industrial waste dump. Rather fitting for a place where dreams came to die, Sonic finishes, as he draws his sword. Flashy Flash draws his sword in turn. Indeed, it was fitting. Since there was neither hope of opposition nor escape from Empty Void, killing each other in the place where they sought freedom so as to at least die on their terms was right. 

If I can't have freedom, let me at least die on my terms.

However, Sonic isn’t thinking about dying and scoffs at Flashy’s sentiments. After all, he was the guy who taught Flash how to use a sword. And yup, we’re back in Flashback City.  We’re treated to a young Sonic breaking with strict rules to accost a struggling Flash, introducing himself and showing him how to handle a short sword. 

As the two of them practice and start to enjoy the cut-and-thrust of sparring, the flashback transitions seamlessly into the present day, with them fighting for real. Flashy is concentrated, while Sonic has the same grin he had as a boy. Kicks fly, blades flash, and somersaults tumble in a deadly dance where first one leads and then retreats before the attacks of the other. Flashy Flash breaks their symmetry with a series of kicks that send Sonic flying. The latter responds by hurling exploding shuriken at Flash, which surround and home in on him, providing enough of a smoke screen for Sonic to start his multi-fold funeral. Flash is not fazed; he quickly deduces which of the shadows is the real person and hammers Sonic into a hole in the ground with a series of his ultimate moves. 

Screw dying, we're gonna live anyway!

He addresses the hole in the ground, complimenting Sonic for having grown so much stronger than before. There’s a grin on his face, and for the first time ever, there’s light in his eyes: it’s too soon for him to give up on living! He makes to continue, but is interrupted by a bouquet of swords and spears that pin themselves on the ground he’d been standing on.  It's the Tenninto, and they spare us a long introduction in lieu of moving to kill Flashy Flash, only they're interrupted by Sonic kicking one of their number as he goes to join Flashy Flash. Flash is surprised that Sonic withstood one of his ultimate moves but they soon shelve their verbal jousting in favour of making the Tenninto shut up already. Sonic thinks to himself how small they look compared to Saitama.

And with that, battle is once again enjoined.

“I’ll kill you” (derogatory)

I seem to remember that I promised to introduce the Tenninto at some point. May as well make it now. In order:

Instant Moment

Isn't a whip that breaks the sound barrier just a regular whip?

Decapitated by Sonic.

(left to right): Multicolored Rainbow, Vibrating Tremor, Chaotic Mayhem, Empyrean Sky, Insanely Mad, and Ballistic Bullet.

Slashy Slash

Slashed up by Flashy Flash (Tremor and Bullet saved for later).

Destructive Devastation

Hoist (or is it cut) by your own petard.

Friendly fire incident.

Brawny Muscle

Hulk smash...hulk smashed.

Death by cervical dislocation. Honestly, the only time we've seen Wind Blade Kick used to any effect.

Illusory Phantom, Hued Color, Instant Moment, Freezing Ice, Shrieking Scream, and Balanced Equilibrium (not pictured): all died when Flashy Flash teamed up with Sonic to kill them from behind a barrage of flying debris.

Slaughterous Massacre, Rumbling Thunder, Ballistic Bullet (seen earlier), Melodic Tune, and Murky Darkness

Snicker-snack, you're all dead.

Decapitated by Sonic.

And last but not least, Violent Force, who is the last to bleed out. More on him next time.

With that over, the two ninjas survey the field and congratulate each other, well, about as much as those two rivals can bring themselves to be congratulatory. They're soon back to 'I'll kill you'. But you know by now that that's the default ninja sound.

It's great to see that after all this time, Sonic still has his ambitions.

Meta

Really, I've summarised three chapters and y'all want meta? Sigh, okay! The good thing about taking so long to write these is that a lot of things become clearer in retrospect. The tough thing is not projecting what I know now into the past.

Let me start with something short. I know that Blast has colleagues he works with but something that still puzzles me to date is how little they come to help him. It's clear that he could not both reroute the gamma radiation *and* simultaneously fight Garou. Even bringing one of his dimension-hopping buddies along would have made a huge and positive difference to the situation. I hope we get insight some day into how their working arrangements work.

Also short: Saitama deciding that he doesn't want to be bossed around by people calling him Caped Baldy and leaving to find dinner will never not be funny.

Laters, losers!

The Emotional Poverty of the Village Ninja

I am convinced that if ONE does not have a formal educational background in psychology, he's developed a keen lay interest in its study. Even though the specifics of OPM characters and situations are fanciful, their psychological underpinnings are not. And when it comes to the Ninja Village, the spokes of control model used to brainwash and create a compliant person are all there. There's nothing fanciful about disorientation through lack of sleep, lack of reference to the outside world, highly-controlled regimens that allow little time for independent thought, encouraging mutual distrust, controlling the way you think, encouraging stock responses, punishment-and-reward systems... All of those are well-established, deadly serious ways to deprive people of their freedom IRL, especially in cults, but it appears wherever you find a coercive control situation. The more spokes are present, the more isolated and controlled the individual is. ONE has not laid out the spokes of control modules as explicitly as he did in the webcomic (more showing, less telling), but it's all there.

An environment purpose-built to mould compliant units.

It breaks my heart to find out what Sonic's 'bad habit' that he spoke of in chapter 14 was. His bad habit has been that he's never been able to suppress his humanity, and in particular, he's never not been able to express joy. And in doing so, he gave joy and humanity to Flashy Flash. ONE doesn't need to have Flash tell us that here in the manga: Murata's art shows it beautifully.

The alleged failures.

The successes were wonderful slaves, fit to be sold to the various crime organisations for a tidy profit, who stayed under control because you never knew who else was a ninja out there who might cut you down if you stepped out of line. Doubtless, with all the time Empty Void has been incapacitated and the Ninja Village has been non-functional, some will have taken the opportunity to break free. But as we see in the Tenninto, many have still stuck with what certainty they have and have continued to support Empty Void. When I consider that the oldest ones we see have to be in their fifties, that's a long time to have lost one's freedom.

We see the flipside now. People without a strong core of their own identity are no good as God avatars (I know I'm getting ahead of myself but only a little). And, critically, because they have never trusted nor cooperated, the Tenninto, for all their individual skills, were easy prey for Flash and Sonic. They could not form a coherent plan and got in each others' way.

Numbers don't mean squat without cooperation.

I could say more but this is long enough for now. I'll save my thoughts for the next batch. Laters!

[natimiles]

RANDOM HEADCANONS ABOUT ISAAC

Platonic/General:

★ Huge urge to protect you, even though his two responses are “run or flight”. He tries his best. He attempted to bite you on your first night, so he made it his personal goal to never do it again and to protect you from anyone (Arthur) who tries to bite you (Arthur), even if it’s just teasing (Arthur).

★ He loves it when you protect him too. He will come to you when he needs advice on something or needs to hide from Arthur and Dazai. You’re scolding the two writers, and Isaac is behind you, hugging you around your shoulders, a huge pout on his mouth, and glaring at them too — it’s not as threatening as he thinks.

★ He listens to your every trouble without judging (much). Be warned that if you mention liking someone he believes is not worthy of you, he will say his piece about it.

★ He can draw and you can’t convince me otherwise. He might not be as talented as Vincent, but he can do some sketches. He tells everyone he’s busy with work, but he’s drawing some random scenery to relax. You’re the only one who knows about it. He will draw you, but never show it to you — unless you accidentally find it and now he’s a shy mess.

Romantic:

★ He’d go to the future with you, if only you asked. He has new friends in the mansion, even though he denies it, but they’re not really keeping him there. He’s been there for only 5 years. And you can’t convince me that he wouldn’t be curious about the future and all the technology. 

★ If he goes to the future, he’ll use his real name without problems. It’s not like people would suspect he’s the real Isaac Newton. Modern people tend to name their kids after historical figures and celebrities, so it wouldn’t be a big deal. And that would make you Mrs. Newton.

★ Although he’s comfortable living in the mansion, he wants to live with you when you get married (contrary to the wedding event). I mean, you two are starting a new life and a new family together (even if you don’t have kids, it’s still a family!), it doesn’t make sense (to me) to continue living with 11 other men that want to fight for your attention. You’d visit them often though, and have nice family lunches together on Sundays.

★ His love language is undoubtedly ‘acts of service’. Whatever he can do for you, he will. Whether it’s splitting all the house chores with you or cooking something to cheer you up, he’s always ready to lend a helping hand. He can tell when you’re too tired, and he won’t let you do anything besides resting. Don’t even try; it’s a lost battle for you.

★ I’ve searched everywhere and didn’t find a pet name he uses. So, here’s a list I think he’d call you: dear, darling, my little apple pie and apple of my eye. For obvious reasons (Arthur and Dazai), the last two are only used in private.

★ He’d look ravishing with his ears pierced, something like the ear cuff the van Goghs have or a hoop like Arthur. And that’s just me simping.

NSFW:

★ He likes your breasts/nipples, so he might be into you playing with his too.

★ He’s shy the first time you bring up the idea of trying new things, but he really likes it. In the bath? Check. Temperature play? Check. Blindfold? Shibari? Mirrors? Impact play? Check, check, check, check! Wherever your imagination takes you, he’s following you with a furious blush. Hello, Mr. Wolf!

★ What I think he ends up liking: shibari or simple handcuffs, edging and begging, mirrors (he loves looking at you), blindfold (for you, same reason), nipple play (duh), dirty talking and biting (yup, for both).

★ He has a praise kink and nothing changes my mind. Don’t even try degrading him.

★ He is a switch. He likes it when you make a mess of him, edging him until he can’t take it anymore. But be warned: hello again, Mr. Wolf! He will tease you and he loves to hear you asking, begging. Light touches that only make you more horny, squirming under him; he shoots you a smirk and tells you to use your words.

★ He is loud as fuck.

Countdown to Isaac’s Birthday: random hcs | 4 days!

[ohimsummer]

for ur lil date game

satoru taking you to a carnival? n we'll say 🍦for the emoji

— light descriptions of vomit, established relationship, satoru x reader, kinda proofread

“I…don’t think this is a good idea.”

Satoru snaps his head towards you, staring in utter astonishment. “Huh? What are you–,” he raises a fist to his mouth, turning away as a burp slips out, “–talking about? You don’t think this looks fun?”

As if to prove his point, a round of shrieks reaches your ears, the cart of people zooming by in a blur. Your eyes follow the ride’s track, the loops and sharp dips of it, angles that would have your stomach churning.

“It’s not that I don’t think it’s fun...,” you reply, gulping. “Maybe just not so soon after all that ice cream.”

“Pft. What are you, a wimp?”

Your brows furrow, avoiding Gojo’s gaze even as he leans over to grin at you. “No, I’m someone who doesn’t wanna puke all over themselves. You’re supposed to wait like an hour after you eat before getting on a ride, remember?”

Satoru crosses his arms, leaning back against the side of someone’s game booth. “Waiting, schmaiting, that whole thing’s a myth anyway, ya know?”

“…Is it?”

“Duh, babe. How could you get sick just from eating something and then getting on a ride? Use that pretty little head, we’ll be a-okay!”

Doubt and suspicion still creep at the edges of your mind, but Satoru’s confidence in his belief convinces you enough to let him drag you in line. Your tummy feels a bit full, having been stuffed with all the different flavors he wanted to try, but it’s only replaced with a somewhat empty feeling as you both draw closer and closer to the front of the line. Satoru is giddy, bouncing on his heels, jittery and jiggling you under his hold around your shoulders.

“This is gonna be so cool!,” he rambles, points at a section of the roller coaster. “Look, it even goes upside down at that part! If you do puke, it should probably be right there– ow! Pffft, baby, I was joking!”

In no time, you two are squished into one of the carts, right at the front as Satoru’s preference, and the attendant tugs the belt to make sure you’re both properly restrained.

“I wonder if they have one of those secret cameras that takes pictures throughout the ride?,” he asks aloud, reaching an arm around to pinch your cheek and laughing when you slap him away. “Make some silly faces, I want a new wallpaper.”

The ride begins before you can laugh at him to shut up. It’s a slow start, gradually creeping upwards to reach the tip-top of the first hill. You lace fingers with Satoru's, who’s chatter has suddenly gone quiet, and he faintly returns the tight squeeze you give his hand.

“All good?,” you ask, eyes stuck on the path ahead, ears filled with the loud rumble of the coaster as it draws nearer to the top. In your peripheral, you see the swish of Satoru’s hair as he gives a swift nod and a short ‘mhm!’.

You glance over at him, and immediately something’s wrong. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth, brows furrowed and eyes wide with anxiety. “You sure you’re okay?”

He glances over at you and smiles, forced. “Y-yup! I’m fine, baby.”

“Satoru, you’re sweating.”

“It’s just hot–“

“You’re also really pale, even for you.”

His lips falter, eyes blink as though the sun beams straight through his blackened shades. “U-uh…”

You study the way Satoru wipes his forehead, and then smacks his lips. He doesn’t answer your ‘what’s wrong?’, only presses himself back in the seat as the coaster finally crests the first hill.

He licks his lips, smacks them again. “Ugh, my mouth feels really watery.”

Your brows raise. “Oh?” And then you recall something you’ve read related to sickness. “Doesn’t that mean you’re about to vomi-“

Your shriek, not because the ride has went plummeting, but because liquid now ejects from Satoru’s mouth, spews between his fingers as he tries to hold it all back. You lean away, constantly glancing back to see regurgitated ice cream shooting back on other passengers. Someone screams ‘Eww, what is this?!’ and you just pray they’ll think it’s bird poop or whatever, and also that too much of Satoru’s puke doesn't reach you.

By the time the amusement ride ends, a crowd of people are giving both you and Satoru dirty looks, mumbling insults and complaints under their breath and heading to the nearest restrooms to clean up. Satoru’s once clean shirt is stained in a dull rainbow of tossed-up ice cream, and you grab napkins from a nearby food booth to wipe his face clean.

“This is embarrassing.,” he mutters, shielding his face from passerby as you both begin heading home.

You sigh. “I told you we should wait, ya big baby.”

bonus :3

The next say, Satoru grabs your phone, intent on his usual activity of snapping an overabundance of selfies that you won't notice until the next time you check your album or he hints at having tampered with the device if you take too long. His thumb freezes over the camera icon in the corner.

"Y/N!," he yells, and you come rushing because why does it sound like he's in trouble?

You come sliding around the corner in socks, gripping the doorframe to steady yourself before coming to a halt in front of your held-out phone.

"What?", you ask, biting back a grin.

"What? Look at this photo!"

A giggle threatens to slip past your lips at the picture, a polaroid of you with a look of absolute shock and disgust as you hold up hands to shield yourself from Satoru, who sits next to you on the ride with wide, blue eyes, puffed out cheeks and throw-up bursting from between his fingers.

"Don't need to, I've been laughing at it since yesterday."

feel free to send a char + date idea <3

[tombur-rpf]

He tries to stop, to restrain himself. He really does try— it's just really! Really hard!

He closes his mouth with his hand, his fingers hovering over his own underwear thinking about what to do with himself.

He's on call right now, his phone under his chin and his neck straining because it's a shitty position to be in for- what, an hour?

And his stupid ass brother figure he definitely doesn't have a crush on won't stop rambling about this tour he is apparently so tired because of.

And he's back in their city.

And he's coming over.

In like a few minutes.

Tommy is definitely fucking screwed.

He draws a few lines along his length, biting his lips to keep himself from making any noises.

Ok so— maybe he should hang up. It would be a bit suspicious but at least that'll give him time to actually deal with this situation like an adult with some—

Fuck, who is he kidding, he is terrible at being an adult. An adult wouldn't have kept hanging out with a person that definitely doesn't want to be dating them. Or, well, they wouldn't imagine filthy things while on the phone with said person slowly watching themselves get hard because their voice is so—

Well, actually, adults are also people. They can be dumb and do dumb things. Actually that happens quite often, just watch some TV or open Twitter.

He tugs his underwear off because he's getting to that point when wearing clothes becomes a new form of torture.

Will keeps talking...

"...and then they went all quiet when I tugged on the wire to make it seem like something was broken. It was part of the agreement with the place— A different band was supposed to get on stage after we were done so this lady I met a few hours before... I've told you, the one with the green fucking— oddly shaped hat? Tommy you're kinda quiet, did you hang up?"

Fuck why did you have to notice???

He tries to— say something.

It's fucking hard. He takes his phone from under his chin and mutes himself for a few seconds just to try to even out his breathing.

Ok. Unmute

"Uh- Y-yeah" Fuck he sounds wasted at best. Maybe Will won't notice since he's so busy talking about the tour—

"Tommy is everything alright? You sound off, are you sick?" Of course he's so attentive when Tommy doesn't need him to be, someone's luck was just thrown out the window. "Either that or you sound fucked out. Like in cheap porn" Will laughs to himself.

Alright, forget about windows, his luck is an embodiment of a dumpster fire.

"I'm not!" He tries and it sounds fine. Ok, ok, ok, you can do this. What should you say to buy yourself some time—

"Oh, here you are. I thought so. Well, ok if you're not sick and not pretending to be an adult film star tell me what you want from the store, I'm going to get myself something to drink because I'm dying a little bit from talking so much. It's been awhile."

Wow. Is this a blessing or a curse?

"Uh" Tommy mutes himself again. Looks down and then immediately up. Distraction, distraction, distraction... think about the ceiling, oh this jagged line actually looks like a face...

Calm down you fucking idiot!!

He unmutes "Get me cola!"

"Just cola? No sweets, no anything?"

"Yup!"

"This... is a bit unlike you. I'm starting to doubt your claims about not being sick." Then all of a sudden he starts whispering. "What is it? I'm not going to get mad, you know?"

Ok the jagged line actually looks like a dick. And the little hole underneath is cum dripping from the tip and TOMMY DOESN'T THINK HE CAN HANDLE THIS ANYMORE.

He places his phone on his thigh, taps the mute button blindly and moans into his hand only to realize his finger missed the button and he pressed on the facecam instead of the mic.

Silence.

Ok, well, at least he didn't show off his fucking dick because that would've been the end of it for him. Since he was showing Will his notes earlier his front camera is not the one that turns on. Will's just looking at the darkness his thigh creates now, probably confused as hell.

"Did you just moan?"

Ok so the dumpster fire metaphor from before—

"Uh, no?"

Silence again. No words are spoken. He thinks he hears something but he can't quite place what it is exactly.

This situation is fucked, he is fucked but he sure as hell can't hang up now since that'll make it too suspicious to get himself out of this situation without an insane amount of mental gymnastics.

Tommy thinks that, actually, getting fucked sounds nice right about now. Preferably by this one guy who's like. really tall, has a nice voice, a great sense of humor and some really hot—

"Hey. Tommy, mute if you can hear me right now"

That's— odd. He doesn't know what to think about the request. But he slowly does as he's told and turns the camera off as well.

"Don't freak out, you hear me? Just listen." He thinks he hears Will licking his lips but maybe it's just his hormones getting to him. "I don't think you've decided to watch something explicit while being on the phone with me so I'm going to take a wild guess. Actually, no, not a wild guess, an educated one."

How the hell is he supposed to not freak out after this!?

"Do you want me to keep talking?"

What?

"I can keep talking. You can stay muted"

That—

He unmutes

"Will, what—"

"Oh so you're ok with talking about it then? Want to confess something to me?"

He closes his mouth shut with a click of his teeth. Yeah, right. Like he's going to have the guts to say this outloud even if Will is definitely smart enough to understand the situation.

What a dumb way to get caught too... He just couldn't help himself-!

"I've had my... Suspicions for a while." He starts whispering again. "Come on. It's alright. I'm allowing you"

That voice... Tommy feels like his common sense turns off the second he hears "allowing"

"B-but you're outside..."

"I'm almost at your place, give me a few more minutes. I'm not going to talk about anything suspicious. Come on"

Tommy places the phone back under his chin to hear Will better and grips his sheets with one hand while tugging his underwear completely off with the other one.

"You know." Will says, almost absentmindedly. "This is a very interesting question... But I think I know exactly what the problem is."

Tommy makes a ring with his thumb and his pointer finger to slide it down himself, wondering what the hell is this too smart for his own good fucker doing.

"I think I'll be able to... Teach you. How to use it properly. It's easy, you'll just have to follow my lead."

Oh. Bloody hell, this asshole—

His cheeks were now burning and, ah, he thinks he can imagine his hand is a little bit bigger than it actually is.

"I've been thinking about teaching someone else for a while now. I think the way you use pressure is very important."

Pressure... Ok he can do that...

"I like starting things slow. Get into the right mindset, get comfortable and relax. Then I take it and start moving my hand along it's length. Just to understand how I feel better"

Tommy thinks he can feel himself getting closer and closer by the second. He never thought that he would actually ever find himself in this situation. Will's voice was making him see stars. His words were not explicit at all yet Tommy realized what he was doing. "Yeah. I think I can even cum without touching myself like this" He was so aroused, he never felt better in his entire life.

"Ok, Tommy. There's actually a little problem"

Tommy blinked, his vision getting blurry with pleasure.

"Mhm..?"

"I don't have the keys. You'll have to open the door for me"

Fuck...

"Come here. I'll help you."

Three simple words and he was already tugging his underwear back on just so he could get to the door.

He changed his mind.

He's the luckiest person alive.

anon i think this might be the best thing thats ever happened to me . HOLY SHIT??? The way you write them is so good im actually like kicking my feet and giggling right now . Goodness me . Sorry i dont know how to respond to this im autistic about them in the way i need to run 5 laps nkw before i can formulate a proper response

[jeannefostergoriot]

Hello guys! I have a new analysis.

The Other POV x Fitz Vacker and Sokeefe.

Yes, Fitz again… Sorry?

“You said you saw her last night, somewhere walking down Main Street”: the moment in the Inquisition when Fitz said Keefe’s name and Sophie’s mind became a boiling sun. Just his name. And she’s troubled.

“and you were surprised that she’s back in town after everything.”: cause yeah, finding Keefe, again and again, after him betraying first then simply escaping, Sophie is surprised. He still comes back.

“Go on, pretend you’re fine, but it’s obvious to me”: all the moments where Sophie felt *something* towards Keefe and denied it, but Fitz always knew his best friend was a confident. It’s obvious to him, even if Sophie pretends there’s nothing.

“I know that she’s the reason why your mind’s changing”: *keuf* emotional cheating of Legacy. The fact that Keefe was there, maybe it’s a part of why Sophitz was so frail. That’s what Fitz thinks at least.

“Guess it was my mistake, got in the way of fate”: Empaths and Telepaths are often matched together. Keefe always made her smile. Sure, Fitz brought her here, but… maybe that’s for the best?

“This is the part I hate”: when Sokeefe kissed and Fitz reaction was hurt. When he realized pieces were falling into place. Without him.

“I’ve seen this movie once or twice, the girl regret losing the guy who thinks he’s moved on but he’s not”: for the amount of times Sokeefe tried to go separate ways. For the fact that, as long as Keefe’s not here, she’s always regretting his presence and thinking of him.

“Everyone sees through his facade”: Tam-Cam, Ro, how it was obvious that Keefe loved Sophie. Except to her.

“And so she’ll call and ask to meet, and you’ll forget all about me”: Fitz’ fear to be erased from the narrative, as so many of their friends were. Cause now, Sokeefe is real, and he’s just… an ex. Sure, Cognates, but it’s not the same when she has a boyfriend.

“She was always who you’d choose, I’m just the other point of view”: That could be to Shannon actually. But it’s to Sophie, too. Cause from the start of the series, Sophitz was clashing. The match in Physical Education.

“I always knew I’d be second-best at best”: that is Fitz’ crippling fear, being not enough and getting replaced.

“I always knew she left a big, gaping hole in your chest”: cause there are full weeks where they do not talk, and she’s trying to contact Keefe, and Fitz knows it is hard for her to see him away.

“I always knew about the clothes of hers you kept”: not clothes but Sophie treasures every drawing, and the way Keefe paints Iggy has to stay. So she has memories.

“I always knew that it’d be you two in the end”: maybe not always. But I think that at one point, Fitz did realize that Sokeefe would happen. And before the Inquisition.

“I guess the joke’s on me, stripped of my dignity”: the way he’s blamed for everything, every reaction, and has to hold it together.

“Oh what a sad story…” : yup, Fitz definitely lives in a tragedy. For everything. His world collapsing, his name trashed by his brother’s betrayal, his love story crumbling from the start.

“I’ve seen this movie once or twice, someone gets broken in goodbye”: maybe he saw that happen, not yet fully understanding, when he was in the Forbidden Cities. But mainly. He knows they can’t all escape unscathed, he saw what happened to his sister, he knows the broken heart will be his, cause it always has been as a grew up away.

“Everybody else moves along, don’t even notice that she’s gone”: erm. Fitz Cognate Card stopped working in Stellarlune. Fitz isn’t there. Do we notice? Not much, sadly.

“If that’s my destined role in this, then I already know who wins”: The second they broke up with Sophie, he knew who would win. That, one day or another, Sokeefe would come. Don’t ease the thing, though.

“I was never meant to win your heart”, no just to bring you there, he’s just the passageway.

“I was counted out from the very start”: Exile, first moment where he goes out. Where he screams.

“Really never meant to be such an intruder, if you would’ve been honest I would’ve left sooner”: this is Fitz-like to wonder for hours and hours and hours if she ever truly loved him. He lost sleep over this. He didn’t want to hurt Sophie. Never.

“Living in a story that’s not told for me”: yeah KOTLC ain’t about Fitz. It’s barely anyone, but now… he’s out.

“I’m not the happy ending that they wanna see”: the fact that the fandom mostly shipped Sokeefe for a very, very long time. There were a few Sophitz shippers, but let’s not lie, it was minority. Or way less vocal.

“I’m just the villain built to come between you two”: the portrait of him as bad, rage-filled and fueled, dangerous. He tries not to see this too, but he almost killed his brother. So he thinks, maybe he’s truly a villain, built to antagonize everything, and to be hated…

“I’m just the other point of view”: he’s just the door to another way. Nothing anymore.

[aeoki]

Tri-Lights - The Tower: Chapter 5

Location: Ice Rink Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi & Madara

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Tsumugi: W–Woah…

Look at me – I can skate again!

Sora: Haha~ You’re looking a lot better than when we first arrived!

Natsume: It looks like your knees are still buckliNG, but I guess you’re doing an okay joB.

Madara: Yup. Well done, Tsumugi-san. I see you’ve regained your skills.

Tsumugi: Yes. It’s all thanks to you, Mikejima-kun.

I still can’t skate as well as the others, but I feel a bit more confident now that I can skate on my own.

Natsume: I suppose this would mark the very first step in finally being able to draw out our sporty sidES.

AlrigHT, let’s take a break for noW.

Sora and I bought some snacks while you two were skatiNG.

Sora: HiHi~♪ You’ll get hungry after moving around so much, right? Let’s fill our bellies and skate more afterwards!

Tsumugi: Oh, when did you buy all these…?

Madara: It seems you were so focused on your skating you hadn’t realised they’d left to get them.

They did call out to us when they were about to get off the ice, but you must have been having quite a good experience for you to be so focused.

Sora: Yes, Senpai was super concentrated! That should be very helpful in demonstrating the sporty side to “Switch”~♪

Tsumugi: I suppose so. I hope I can make good use of my experience here for our performanc–

Woah… I ended up losing my balance when I lost focus.

Let’s share our findings as we eat. I’d like to hear your perspectives as well, Natsume-kun, Sora-kun.

I’d be happy if we can find things that can help us discover a new side to us.

Natsume: AlrigHT, now that we’ve all warmed up with a hot driNK…

Let’s share what we gained through this ice skating experienCE. You can start firST, Senpai.

Tsumugi: Umm, I was able to skate again after continuously working hard at it without giving up.

That’s the same feeling idols have when performing, right?

We want to be better and to make our fans happy – The hard work we desperately put in doesn’t feel difficult if we keep those things in mind.

Maybe trying to become a better version of your past self and living up to those expectations is what makes sports so appealing.

Natsume: I suppose that’s an acceptable answER. I’ll give you a passing scoRE.

Was there anything else you feLT? Like any movements you think that could be used for the performanCE?

Tsumugi: Hmm. I don’t think I thought that far. I was able to regain the basic feeling of weight shifts and my sense of balance, but I didn’t think much about them apart from the fact that they could be used in our dance.

Madara: In other words, you were able to gain a skill, but you weren’t able to understand how an athlete would feel. Is that right?

Tsumugi: Yes, I suppose so. I did enjoy the actual ice skating, though…

Sora: That’s true. Senpai’s “colour” feels calm and peaceful.

It’s hard for Sora to explain the “colours” Sora sees, but people who do sports feels more dazzling, like they’re full of life~

Natsume: I don’t know if it’s because you’ve neglected your own health every day and it’s gotten worSE, but you don’t have enough vigoUR, Senpai. Something might feel different if you have more of a fighting spirIT.

Sora: HuHu~! That’s a great idea!

Something might change if you get your fighting spirit on and then perform! Can you show us?

Tsumugi: What!? That’s impossible!

It’s true motivation is important, but I think it would be hard to intentionally change the “colour” Sora-kun sees.

Natsume: HmPH. You’re saying you can’t do what Sora asked of yOU?

Sora took a courageous step forward and decided to challenge himself with something new and yET, you won’t even show an example despite having lots of experienCE? I think that’s downright cruEL.

Sora and I are filled with sadness seeing how unreliable you aRE.

Tsumugi: O–Okay. I’ll do it so stop trying to guilt-trip me…! It can be pretty painful mentally!

Natsume: GreAT. I see you still have the ability to feel paIN, Winter Mophead.

Tsumugi: What’s with that name!? Anyway, of course I feel pain~!

Oh, geez. Which of your remarks should I be commenting on!?

Madara: Hahaha. I’m having a good time just watching “Switch” get along so well ♪

But what Sora-san said about being full of life and a “dazzling” feeling is true. I also felt that it was somewhat lacking.

Maybe we should check and see if Tsumugi-san can show Sora-san that “colour”.

Tsumugi: Check…? I guess so. Alright, please watch me.

♪  ♪  ♪

♪~♪~

…H–How was that? Did my “colour” change, Sora-kun?

Sora: Hmm~ It still looks like a calm “colour”~

Sora can feel Senpai’s kindness and it’s a lovely “colour”, but Sora doesn’t think the person from the company would be happy with that.

No. It’s not just Senpai but Sora and Master too…

Sora doesn’t think we can show something “realistic that refines yourself and makes you shine” just yet~

Natsume: HmM. That means there is still room for improvemeNT.

What should we dO? Should we have another think about it after doing other sporTS…?

Tsumugi: Yes~ There are a lot of different types such as track and field or ball sports. That might be a good idea.

Madara: Right. I think it’s important to enjoy the sports you’re doing.

You begin wanting to challenge yourself with something more difficult because you enjoy doing it. Putting in all the hard work without an ounce of love would just be suffering.

Sora: HeHe~ That’s the same as video games and parkour for Sora~♪

Sora likes going for high scores and aiming higher and further for new parkour routes…

Maybe we’re getting further and further away the more we think about it.

Tsumugi: It’s just like the “bluebird of happiness” story. Buf if that’s the case, it would be very difficult to show a new side of “Switch”.

What would be the perfect environment that would make us want to genuinely improve ourselves…? 

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yup, i was satisfied with the ending, and i cried again, but

i continue to be baffled how... yuki's death is almost completely glossed over, despite him constantly haunting everyone's lives. ritsuka STILL doesn't have the full story -- i feel like he should, not even because "he deserves it as mafuyu's current boyfriend" but rather because it's irritating to see a character of this sort just... give up. because of that, i feel that mafuyu also hasn't processed everything fully. and it's not like he's absolutely unable to voice his thoughts -- he can do it! he did it with ugetsu! come on!

i wish we had a longer conversation between mafuyu and ritsuka. not only so that they could be honest with each other, understand each other's thoughts and go on with that, but also because a Lot of this manga has been basically... The Relationship, but Apart. they're thinking about each other, they're in conflict, they do things for the other person, but they don't really hang out or talk as much as i'd like. sure, i want them to be happy together, but i fear that the resolution of their conflict -- mafuyu declaring he wants to make music with ritsuka -- is just an exception to the rule, and that their relationship will be just a series of misunderstandings based on the fact that mafuyu can't speak up about what troubles him and ritsuka doesn't want to spook him off, so he gives him space and mafuyu feels abandoned and lonely because of that.

i also felt this lack of... ritsuka spotlight? his plotline was kind of weird. him joining syh as a support guitarist was cool, but i feel like he didn't... really... get anything to do...? that wasn't his communication issues with mafuyu? when you step back and look at both ritsuka and his relationship with mafuyu, it's... kind of shallow? as in, uninteresting in itself? i wish kzntk had shown more of their interactions! then we'd see why they're the main couple of this series. i mean, aside from "the author decided so". because if ritsuka doesn't need to be interesting, and the books are primarily about mafuyu -- well, the pov switches around a lot, and the whole second half of the manga is called "hiiragi mix", and in those chapter the new syh lads look at mafuyu from another, inside-outside perspective. give me more mafuyu himself! give me more mafuyu and ritsuka interactions!

ah, you can see kzntk used to draw doujinshi.

but back to yuki -- i don't know. even considering manga logic... yuki died, idk, half a year before the events of the manga take place? and he didn't just die from an illness or in an accident, he committed suicide. after mafuyu's stupid remark. i really would've loved it if the manga gave us mafuyu trying to navigate that, of the theme of being deeply in love but needing to figure out who you are aside from "X's boyfriend". instead... the manga introduces the concept of "being always together, forever, inseparable, for life, until we die" and then... doesn't really do anything about it.

in this case, akihiko and ugetsu's relationship is the most realistic and interesting -- because they broke up, and despite their lingering feelings, it didn't work out. akihiko and haruki also get a point from me, because of how akihiko tried to change his life and be a better person for haruki. but with yuki and mafuyu, mafuyu and ritsuka, and shizusumi and hiiragi, i feel like there's something there, themes, problems, that just... goes unsolved.

ritsuka doesn't get to find out about yuki, so throughout the entire manga he's writing a song and trying to understand a guy who he just vaguely knows used to date mafuyu before he died, probably. yuki and mafuyu live in their own little world, closed to everyone outside of it, and... nothing comes out of it.

they don't get to deal with being forced to live in the real world, they don't get to define who they are outside of their relationship because yuki dies, and -- why does yuki die? we don't know. yuki's mother says in an EXTRA SHORT CHAPTER that "his father was also like that", referring to him being stubborn and unable to sacrifice his pride even in an obviously downhill-going conflict. but why did he commit suicide? i know people can hurt each other very seriously for stupid reasons, i do, but i expect the protagonist's dark backstory dead boyfriend to at least have a reason why he's dead. how and what exactly did ritsuka understand, i have no idea.

and then there are hiiragi and shizusumi, who... are super into each other, i guess... and misunderstand each other as well, i guess... because shizusumi thinks that hiiragi had a crush on yuki, and so he was always the "odd one out", but hiiragi loved shizusumi, and... they don't talk about it either... and then they have sex, in which hiiragi lets shizusumi do absolutely Everything to him -- whatever it means -- and then... that's it. end of development. the following chapters are still called hiiragi's mix, but he's not really a focus anymore. confusion.

and then... strawberry swing, the four very short extra stories that left me with more questions than answers. why does yuki's own mother calmly relay the story of something that happened the day after yuki committed suicide -- of receiving a next-day delivery of cup ramen that yuki ordered? she's like "oh, so he was still thinking about 'the next day'. his will to live was still there, floating in the air". she ate the ramen and that's when she cried for the first time since his death? i'm sorry, i'm not japanese so maybe this is some cultural thing i don't understand, but ??????????????

both yuki's mother and mafuyu's mother are unbelievably calm about the whole matter, yuki's mother even saying that she laughed seeing all the cup ramen, because yuki "caused all that fuss" and then she gets cup ramen the next day! and then she says that "he's a type to die in a game of chicken" in the original, more serious meaning of "if you give up, your honor will suffer, but if both people are stubborn, they end up dying" -- so she says he's literally stubborn to the death -- but then she says that it wasn't about "what hapened recently" (aka mafuyu and yuki's argument), because "his father was the same" -- I'M SORRY, KIZU NATSUKI, YOU CAN'T JUST PUT THIS IN A SHORT EXTRA AND NOT FOLLOW UP ON IT. WHAT DOES IT MEAN. GIRL. WHAT.

idk, i feel like i'm going insane because these seem like very obvious problems any editor would point out, but... they're just not addressed! and it's impossible someone would ignore something like this, so... i must be imagining things! or maybe i'm forgetful, or maybe some pages in my copy of the book were missing or got stuck together and i missed some important explanations!

and like. obviously i adore this series, if i hated it i would have simply stopped reading (although sunk cost etc etc), but some things about it, like all the stuff mentioned above, are just... baffling. i feel like kzntk came up with a very detailed story and simply didn't have time or capabilities to think it through fully, work on the pacing, figure out where what goes -- strawberry swing shouldn't be an extra story! -- even with the magazine given ran in coming out every two-three months. and it's a great pity! because things like those aren't just stuff the author leaves up to the imagination of their readers, they're... idk, plot holes? and i'm not just pointing them out because i'm an asshole, i'm doing this because i love the series and the characters and want there to be More of them!

sigh.

anyway, 8/10, counting in the extra point for making me cry, and i guess i should see about this given movie... it came out in 2020, so i'm not sure if there's going to be a continuation? another season of the anime? more movies? because i'd really love to hear 海へ lol.

[taiblogcomics]

My Little Women ...Would Be Kind of a Creepy Title, Actually

Hey there, winking emojis. Well, we finished another third of Avengers Arena, and we need a break, yeah? Something light and fun. Now, I did finish all the G5 pony comics I had in the backlog last time... But note that one bit: the G5 comics. I got a little something else for you today~

Here's the cover

So this is My Little Pony Classics Reimagined - Little Fillies. Dunno if there are or will be more in the Classics Reimagined line, but here's the first. It's all the MLP characters you know and love, but it's plugged into Louisa May Alcott's "Little Women". If you haven't read "Little Women", don't worry, neither have I! It's still pretty entertaining, and you get a strong sense of the original story. You'll see. Either way, a fittingly simple, pleasant cover for such a story. Dunno what crowd the Little Women fandom draws in for comics, but the Friendship is Magic cast is sure to pull in a few readers~

Now, just for clarity, I will be referring to the characters by the names of the roles they're playing. I will, of course, indicate who's played by who each time they're introduced, but otherwise when I say "Meg", you're gonna have to remember it's our favourite purple book horse. Speaking of, we open at the March house, where Meg (Twilight Sparkle) is finishing up here contribution to their family newspaper. Beth (Fluttershy) compliments her on the story's moral, while Jo (Rainbow Dash) scoffs at it. She doesn't have time for moral lessons. Yup, that's Rainbow Dash~

After a side comment from Amy (Rarity), Jo shares her own story: a frolicking adventure story starring a pony named Rainbow Dash collecting artifacts and fighting thieves. Beth interrupts her, unsure whether they've already heard this story or not. Meg agrees, eventually realising it sounds a lot like AK Yearling's Daring Do books. Amy agrees that it seems derivative, and is also miffed that Jo gets to copy for her articles and she isn't. Jo's pretty mad at the insinuations. But it's hard to write adventure stories when you haven't had any yourself...

Her sisters sympathise, but even everyday life is a kind of adventure. Besides, it's Hearth's Warming Eve, and who can be sad then? Even if their bits are going somewhere other than presents, perhaps. Their father (Cheese Sandwich) is off fighting in the war, so money is tight. They muse a bit about what they would've liked to receive, and when Jo mentions she'd like the newest AK Yearling book, Meg is surprised she hasn't bought it yet. She probably would have, but Aunt March (Discord) hasn't paid her yet. Once she does, though, Beth suggests they pool their money for a gift for their mother, Marmee (Pinkie Pie).

And here's where some of the humour of the adaptation comes in. Up 'til now, it's been a fairly straight adaptation (I assume, anyway). But upon mention of her character's name, Pinkie pirouettes in and flops on the floor. Twilight protests that this can't possibly be her entrance, and Pinkie points it out in the script. The script in her hoofwriting. Pinkie's retort? Are they adapting a literary classic? Yes. Does that mean she can't add cartwheels if she wants? No. Rarity then pipes up with some regard to wardrobe, and Twilight shouts for focus.

Totally focused, Marmee pulls out a letter from their father and reads it out loud. The key part, though, is the ending which goes something like "adventures are well and good, but don't seek them so strongly you miss what's right in front of you now". This is clearly directed at Jo. In the days that follow, she tries to take it to heart, attempting to write something not so Daring Do derivative, but comes up with nothing. Meg interrupts her nothings to remind her they've been invited to a fancy New Year's party. Jo accidentally butchers Meg's hair while they're dressing, but they make it there.

While Meg fawns over the high class guests, Jo wanders off to stew. While she's moping, a butler (Discord again, in another role) suggests she try stage left. Someone has to keep the narrative pace going, right? Jo ducks into a little room where she can escape the party for a bit, and it's here where she meets Theodora "Laurie" Laurence (Applejack), their next door neighbour. Oh boy, this is gonna be some Appledash shipping, isn't it? Coz the surprise and explanation for Laurie's nickname preferences works better in the original book, where the Laurie character was a boy.

Anyway, Jo wonders why they haven't hung out before, being next door neighbours and all. Laurie's just been busy with school and stuff. She's been all over, and Jo is swooning a bit at the thought of all that adventure. She's jealous, coz there's not too much to write about in Broncord, Massahoofsetts. Laurie is pretty intrigued, even if Jo isn't officially published yet. She asks Jo for a story right now, and she obliges. She gets a little stuck in the middle, and Laurie suggests Jo stop thinking like AK Yearling and tell what she wants in the story.

Alas, while Jo catches a second wind spinning a yarn about her self-insert OC Rainbow Dash (now there's some confusing canon mapping for you~), she's just getting into it when Meg appears, rather disheveled and ready to go home. She got too involved in a competition with the Great and Powerful Trixie (who I guess doesn't get a canon character to play), and she would like to go home now.

Jo and Laurie walk home together, and the pair part amicably. Laurie muses that while it might not be as exciting as a Daring Do adventure, but the story of how they met might be worth writing about too. Jo supposes that's true, and the comic ends with her heading inside to recount Rainbow Dash's latest adventures to Beth and Amy (who didn't get to come, I guess)~

This is pretty all right. Like I said, I’ve never read ”Little Women” myself, not even for school, but there’s enough both in the story and the meta asides that I’ve gotten the gist of it. Speaking of, it’s those meta asides I like the most. A straight adaptation wouldn’t be quite as fun, I don’t think. It does make you wonder if they’re putting it on as a play or something, or if they simply know they’re in a comic adaptation. Either way, this certainly isn’t a bad story, I mean, it’s a classic for a reason, right~?

[drakmanka]

Dragon, dinosaur, raven, elf, some sort of demigod

I'm comfortable with most of the existing labels. I met Therians first, and they told me as a dragon I was Otherkin not Therian. I now know better and identify as both, but generally use the Alterhuman label as it's just quicker to type.

It was a fairly long process, starting with a growing fixation on dragons in my mid-teens. When I was about 15 I started drawing dragons pretty obsessively, with six or more sketches every day. I was always dissatisfied with them, like there was a particular image I wanted to create and it was eluding me. I actually experienced my first phantom shift during this time while trying to imagine what folded wings would look like and suddenly felt wings on my back. All of this culminated in a moment where I somewhat impulsively said to myself "I am a dragon" and it felt so euphoric to say that there was no denying it. I was being raised by an EXTREMELY conservative Christian mom who tried to control most of my life, and so it took me a very long time to figure out how all this fit in with the things I'd been taught. There were existential crises and lots of sleepless nights. It was years before I found out I wasn't alone, because I had functionally zero internet access. That was nearly 17 years ago though and I'm comfortable with my place in the community. My spiritual beliefs are substantially healthier now, too, incorporating aspects from my dragon past life with pagan practices and the good bits from Christianity like love, patience, and kindness.

Dragon without question. Not only was it first, but it's the most intense and I've found that even shifts from other 'types ultimately morph into dragon shifts. It's the key that holds all of me together.

Raven! And honestly I should've figured it out a lot sooner, there were signs all the way back in early childhood. I guess I needed to be a dragon first.

Whatever this demigod being is. It's proving to be very difficult to explore and it's extremely frustrating!

It's just right. It's like finding a new shirt that just fits and you know you'd be a fool to leave it on the shelf. There's so much comfort that comes from knowing what I am inside and I don't give a shit if some closed-minded people think I'm crazy for it.

Sometimes. I'm working on modifying a Jurassic World mask into a dragon mask that if I don't screw it up in the process ought to look a lot like my dragonself. I also wear cat ears to work, not because I am a cat but because they're fun and make the kids I work with (school bus driver) very happy!

Take it slow, you literally cannot rush this. Don't be afraid to be wrong and don't let being wrong discourage you. You are valid.

Basically everything. I've slowly, methodically, and not without some setbacks modified my life to be as kin-affirming as possible. I even left a very high-paying job to become a school bus driver because the previous job was sucking away my soul, quite literally burying my dragonself under piles of human shit. Working with kids and doing something that engages every part of my mind (anyone who thinks driving a 40-foot-long potato filled with miniature humans around is easy is kidding themselves) makes me feel so draconic it's amazing.

Strangest from whose perspective? If we're talking humans, probably doing quads and practicing raven calls. If we're talking me, eating pasta. It connects me to multiple 'types simultaneously and feels very euphoric. Not to mention... pasta yum.

Honestly I just live in the moment and see where it takes me. I've found trying to add too much structure makes my 'types very shy and my shifts, noemata, and everything else become like pulling teeth at best.

Yup! I used to as a kid way before I awakened and before I knew it was an official thing. Recently started doing it again under the guise of exercise but really it's for species affirmation.

Honestly not sure I could call any of them funny? But the closest I can get is more or less a realization that I should have figured out my dinosaur 'type way sooner. Like, the signs were there as young as 6 years old. I'm a Plateosaurus, and my first time ever encountering them in literature was a Magic School Bus book in the school library. Little kid-me was just confused why I was so drawn to these bizarre, long-necked critters. "Shouldn't my favorite dinosaur be one of the 'cool' ones, like Allosaurus?" naive little me thought. It wasn't until the first episodes of Prehistoric Planet aired and reawoke my interest in dinosaurs that I finally dug out my own copy of that book and, with a lot of thought and a couple of triggered dreams, made the connection at last.

As I mentioned in #10 pretty much everything. It would be easier to list the things that don't quite frankly. I'm very good at finding ways to use my imagination to shift my perspective so even mundane things like sweeping and vacuuming become relevant to my alterhumanity. I'm not sweeping the kitchen, I'm cleaning old shed scales up to make every part of my den neat and tidy. I'm not driving a school bus, I'm escorting hatchlings back home safe and sound. You get the picture.

100% yes. As I mentioned I was raised Christian and extremely sheltered. I've spent a good chunk of my adult life figuring out how the real world works outside the bubble my mom stuffed me in. Part of that was reconciling the beliefs I was raised with, with my understanding of my own inner identity.

I've never been diagnosed with any mental illnesses or neurodivergences, though I do suspect I am some flavor of neurodivergent.

Again, 100% yes. I unironically identify as Dragongender, though publicly I use the Genderfluid label. I could write an entire essay (and someday maybe I will) about my draconic species' views, or lack thereof, on gender and how it's affected my gender identity. For now I'll just say this: my species had no concept of gender in any form. Individuals just were. As you see them. As a result, my gender expression aligns more with what makes me feel like a dragon rather than what makes me feel like [insert gender here].

I feel like this is a hard one to quantify. It would be like asking a human "what's your favorite thing about being human?" I am alterhuman and I wouldn't be me if I wasn't. I guess being myself is my favorite part?

Ironically this is easier to answer. Ultimately I just wish for the day I could be fully out as myself without fear of consequences brought on by the willfully, violently ignorant.

Alterhuman questions

Kintypes?

What do you prefer to call yourself (therian, otherkin, nonhuman, etc)

How did you find out you were alterhuman?

Favorite kintype?

Most recent kintype?

Least favorite kintype?

What are your reasonings for being alterhuman?

Do you wear gear? If so, what kind?

Any advice to new alterhumans?

What're some things you do to affirm your kintypes?

Strangest thing you do to affirm your kintypes?

What are your goals to affirm your kintypes?

Do you do quads?

Funniest way you found out a kintype?

How does being alterhuman affect your day to day life?

Does being alterhuman affect your religious beliefs?

Do your mental illnesses affect your view of your alterhumanness?

Does being alterhuman affect your gender?

What is your favorite thing about being alterhuman

What is your least favorite thing about being alterhuman

PS. I know not everyone resonates with the word kintype and I'm sorry for using it I just didn't know what other word to use

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